D Car

A wheeled passenger vehicle that carries its own motor, designed to run primarily on roads, is known as a motor car. A person undergoing a period of psychological, social, and physical transition between childhood and adulthood is known as a teenager. These two combined, you get “Ninja and his red Daihatsu”.

Who’s Ninja? He is the one who roams the world between different dimensions, seeking truths about facts that are beyond the understanding of other beings that lack the abilities Ninja has. (Well, dimensions here I mean places like Petaling Jaya and Sungai Buloh. Facts here I mean things he learns in college. Other beings I mean animals.)

What’s a Daihatsu? "Daihatsu" is a combination of the first Japanese character for Osaka and the first of the word "engine manufacture"; when put together they are pronounced "dai hatsu". It’s small, light, with a trendy aero back which allows it to maneuver between cars with great flexibility and finesse.

These two were destined to meet. The heavens itself planned their congregation. The mist that blinds many other beings from the ultimate goal of life was then lifted. Ninja was free to see into the beyond and the Daihatsu could take him there.

Many could not understand why Ninja had such a sacred bond with his red Daihatsu. It looked old, rusted and incapable of guaranteeing the safety of its passengers. But they are fooled by the car’s disguise. “Kami” (Japanese ancient spirits) of transporters could tell that this is no ordinary old car, but an avatar of freedom which breaks the shackles of seclusion.

Ninja’s mother became insignificant because he did not need to rely on her to take him around. Ninja’s friends grew closer, because many of them did not have a car and they always enjoyed the ride in Ninja’s Daihatsu. Ninja’s happiness was well enhanced.

There were a few tricks Ninja could do with his red Daihatsu because it was a manual with an Un-powered steering wheel. He could screech his tires, he could make the passengers feel like they’re riding a horse and some other little tricks many others could not do with automatic cars.

He was also generous with his vehicle. He always offered to take some of his friends home even though most of the time it is out of the way. Between classes, he would bring a few of his friends to go catch a movie at the cinema nearby. During scouts gatherings he would help buy some supplies and transport it to the gatherings. A few times he fetched his date in his car to shopping malls where they had dinner.

Two years later, Ninja’s father bought a new BMW and there were now 4 cars in the house. There was no place for the Daihatsu anymore, so his father sold the car. His father then let Ninja use his older BMW to drive to work. It was nothing like his good old red Daihatsu.

Ninja and his red Daihatsu were still linked by wonderful memories of the good times they had together although someone else owns the red Daihatsu now: The times he drove on an empty highway up to almost 140km/hour; the times he took up to seven people in the car; the times he took his girlfriend out for many a memorable date. These will stay with him forever no matter what other cars he drives today.

The red Daihatsu was 17 years old when it came to the possession of Ninja. The only new thing in it was its engine; it was only 5 years old. The radio was not working, the speakers were broken. So Ninja took it to the car accessory shop and got a new radio and a set of modern looking speakers for his Daihatsu.

He was really happy with the new toys the car had. Even though it was a gloomy day with rain drops flowing down on the windscreen and the wiper cleaning it every few seconds. The traffic back to his house was heavy. Ninja took advantage of jam to set his favorite stations on his radio. Suddenly he felt a bump, he looked up and realised that he had knocked the car in front of him.

That was his first accident. The driver of the car in front got down his car and so did Ninja. They both inspected their cars, Ninja’s car was fine, but the bumper of the car in front was broken.

Mother

You said not to celebrate mother’s day,
You said all you wanted was for me to be better.
I do understand how you feel,
For pass few years I’ve been
Not too nice to you.
I was young, stupid and proud,
Not knowing the world is misty
Hiding the dangers within
That my eyes could never have seen.
And now I finally realized,
How much you guided me
Through that mist of life.
Supporting me from behind,
Protecting me from being harmed.

One day I decided to look back a little,
And saw you there behind me.
Can’t believe you have always been there,
Even after countless times
The times I push you far away,
The times I poked you with sharp sticks,
Treating you like a torn in my flesh,
But you’ve always returned to me.
Always close to me,
Always loving me.

Afraid

I’m afraid I couldn't say it...
I'm afraid the time hasn't come yet...
I'm afraid you will not have enough time...
I'm afraid you will be too busy, soon...
I’m afraid our parents will deny us...
I’m afraid you have someone else...
I’m afraid I’ll be leaving too soon...
I’m afraid we don’t really match...
I’m afraid I’ll get hurt again...
I’m afraid I’m not good enough...
I’m afraid you think you’re too young...
I’m afraid of my past memories...
I’m afraid that this is out of my reach...
I’m afraid that it won’t work out...
I’m afraid of many things...

But I push them all away,
And just say that I love you....

I ran out of ideas for the Prince

So here are some nice poems of mine... =)

"The Wall"

You told me there was a wall, but I mistook it as a door.
I was too far back then, to see that stupid wall.
I thought you couldn’t see me too that’s why I walked closer.
But as I came closer, I got too excited.
I decided to run, giving in to temptation.
I thought things will change, as I got nearer.
I thought the door would open soon, but there was never a door.
Just when I was an inch a way, I opened my eyes a little wider.
That’s when I realise, the door was never there.
The wall was always a wall, it shut her in and kept me out...

Tripped

I think I just tripped, and fell in love with u...
It’s not something I wanted, for it’s been far too long...
Forgotten how to control it, I’m rolling down a hill...
It’s not something I wanted, for it’s far too complicated...
I see a future so bright, I’m like a morph to a flame...
It’s not something I wanted, I hate losing control...
Will the flame get blown away, by a subtle yet deadly breeze?
It’s not something I wanted, I don’t want to grief again...
But yet nothing I can do, but to just hope for the best...
It’s not something I wanted, oh god please guide me through...

Sorry for not writing...

My grandfather just passed away, and I was down in Melacca for quite a long time...

Here's a poem for him...

Death

They say life is like a candle lit,
It goes out at the slightest wind.
But I think that’s not true a bit,
Even after the flame has dimmed.

I believe the fire never goes out,
After death has come about.
Instead it goes to another place,
To forever burn and be at peace.

It goes to the place that rain can’t touch,
The place where winds don’t matter much,
A place so high up in the sky,
A place where only angels fly.

After death, we do not die,
Because up there in darkened sky,
A candle flame becomes star-bright,
It’ll shine forever an immortal light.