Street of Arrow

Here where no street is narrow,

Yet where traffic stops.

Waiting at the light, her tears drop.

Not because she’s sad,

But because she’s just realised

Her newly-bought skirt is now a fad.






*Photos courtesy of:
Google Maps for the Arrow Blvd. in Rancho Cucamonga &
The 1920s sampling ladies at The Furinsider.


And It Does Make A Difference

Backpack on
Headphones on
Had a chill attitude on
Something about you I couldn’t put my finger on.

Could it be that no eye contact you make?
Or the fact that you are tall?
Or you never talk when talked to?
Maybe you’re shy or socially averse?

Didn’t realise that it was you
Who passed me by.
Had I not seen the same lanky built.
The same walk that’s both quick and looks like you could do a split.

Same backpack
Same manner of wearing clothes
Dark shirt and a sweater draped on and dark low rise jeans.

Same dark blue loafer shoes on
Just like one of mine.
Same company ID dangling in your back pocket.
Dare not say your name.
As you’re tapping it on the machine.

Indeed something’s askew,
Looked again
And as if playing ‘spot the difference’ game,

Just like upon seeing the queen,
Without this on her,
I swear she could pass me by unnoticed,
Even if she posed like a lotus.

But I was always good at this game,

I knew then what you were missing…

Without it on you too,
It’s such a shame.


Let’s Hear It Begin Again

There may be no day more apt to post this except on a Wednesday.

I have never been this excited since I wrote to Billy Joel.

Thinking my collection needed some sprucing up, I looked in iTunes.


For a couple of days now, I’ve been playing this song (on repeat – til I’ll be surfeited playing it) in my car driving along my Cajon Pass commute.


If you don’t like instrumentals, this is not for you. But please do give it a try. Listen to it. Close your eyes (when not driving along please). Feel the song.

Can you feel the hope lingering in the air?


Oh because I haven’t told you the song yet.

It’s this piece by the Piano Guys playing ‘Begin Again’.

Stumbled upon them while looking on iTunes (fastest way for me to get my music fix) which I tell you is not a very good experience buying from iTunes. It takes away that feeling of having a ‘physical’ thing to look at (for example, having the booklet to look at over and over that came with a music purchase).

Because I already love this song by Swiffer (as my husband calls her) and have had this song on repeat for weeks, I decided to ‘preview’ the piece.

I was drawn by the rich piano and violin playing combo. Though at first, I thought it was violin but turns out after reading their bio it’s actually a cello (no offense cello players! — blasted ears couldn’t tell the difference).


I used to love Taylor Swift’s songs (before she turned – I don’t know to what) then suddenly they don’t appeal to me anymore – well maybe a song or two – unlike before when I used to like all her songs!

I know I’ve got an entry about her song somewhere in my diary. I’m posting it next time when I find it.

Anyway, where was I?

Oh yes, if you know the song’s lyrics (like I do – can’t you tell I love karaoke?), my favorite bits are especially when the cello comes in playing,


… You throw your head back laughing like a little kid..


Ahhh First time hearing that bit feels like I’ve died and gone to heaven!

Like that feeling coming home to the smell of fresh cooked rice (It’s a Filipino thing) — my second heaven.

I’m a believer in hope and second chances.

Just like commute-weary me, I long for the chance — for employers giving a “look again” not the she’s-been-too-long in-that-company-she-may-be-harder-to-train look.

Or having the chance to play my fingers out on the piano again (no matter how bad it sounds) instead of pounding them away on my computer keyboard.




Anyway, this song is perfect listening to in the train.

Watch the world go by while dreaming, wishing and hoping for a shot closer to home.

Like I said – second chances. Hope lingers.


New beginnings.

I’m ready.


So, I thought of looking them up on YouTube and found some more!

Here’s a YouTube video of the song, ‘Begin Again’:



Another good one to play especially while driving along Santa Monica Blvd…. preferably during sunset… ;-P



Sit back and relax.

*** Please click here for more of their YouTube videos.***

Love love these guys!



Six Weeks Left of CrossOver

At least, that’s what the sign says so this morning.

There has been some bad days and a lot of good days.

But I think the most affected ones, from my observations, are the commuters in the evening going 15 southbound (at night I go northbound).

Everytime, from the 138 scales up to the entrance at the Summit, that bit is jammed. That time is around 7:40pm.

Past rush hour.

Six weeks more everyone.

Drive safe and smart.

Hang in there.


Hurried Deed

Left for work ten minutes earlier.
It’s not much but makes me feel calmer.

But calmer I was not,
Making calculations in my head as I drive along that
I could actually make the earlier-than-my-usual train if I hurry up just a little bit.

So I did.

And I did make the earlier-than-usual train too. Whew!

Now, feeling more hurried and this was not, at all, how I pictured to start my day.


Odd Cloud Nine Fun Over the Weekend

The Last Word muffled by Kitty Ice Lollies.
Red Hand IX playing the Piano Pings.
Followed by the Hopscotch Pilgrim,
Guided by Sugar Stars.

Who rules?
The First Rule living in The Psychedelic Tower?
Growls and Grins,
Painted with Reds and Greens?

Take the High Road Soldier,
Take no Ill Will,
Be sure to go on The Rainbow Trail
Certain no Shadow comes,
For Sprightly Sunshine is here to stay.

What was your weekend like?

*Inspired by the weapons in my son’s Destiny game and my daughter’s ‘Princess age’*

Driving Blind

There I was driving 75mph on my lane minding my own business.

All lanes wide open before me.

A centimeter apart you drive into mine! Off all the available lanes!

Don’t you think that is dangerous? Not to mention made me cranky?

Though my transpo may not go beyond 80mph, I pray my lane doesn’t suddenly stop as I overtake you and hiss away.


A Warm Welcome

I’m officially back!
Over the weekend, heard news of another fire at the Cajon Pass.
Nothing beats a warmer welcome back than that.

On my way to the Metrolink Rancho Cucamonga station this morning, more ‘incidents’ greeted me. 

A squadron of police cars and a town full of cars!


Yes, it’s nice to be back home.