Haiku on Fruits

Red and green beauty

Tart, sweet, cute and nifty

To fill your belly flat

Beneath the thick skin

Is a sweet juicy, squishy

Bright as the sunset

Purple little gems

Tiny diamonds on a vine

As candies by God

Red rubies with spots

Make breakfast and dessert smile

With some blooming roses

A hairy brown egg

With an emerald in it

Sour with black seeds

Mighty King of Fruits

In a thick thorny armour

with luscious custard

Mystical Queen

With her seven white babies

And her violet gown

Bright red with long hair

Envelops a soft white pearl

Under the tough skin

Big and bright baby

With black seeds as heart and soul

In fat orange flesh

A yellow, strong soul

with a thousand eyes and crown

In a sharp, rough coat

Soft, white and creamy

Nature's energy bar, in

a bright yellow coat

P/S: Try to guess the fruits I am describing ...

Pictures from Google Images

Kopitiam Menu #6: Soup Noodles 清汤面

来碗清汤面，

好过冬冷天。

一碗清汤一撮面，

饱暖又清甜。

来碗清汤面，

请了客人来。

青菜豆腐添喜气，

人人都欢喜。

一碗清汤面，

简单不俗气。

不比快餐来得快，

却比快餐饱。

一碗清汤面，

让人肚子爽。

口味清淡清汤轻，

别担心肚子痛。

人生路短短，

何必顾虑多？

就像清汤面一碗，

简单就是妙。

Kopitiam Menu #5: Cheesecake

As fluffy as cotton,

As soft as marshmallow,

As creamy as milk,

And that’s how it is.

This is a cake taken to the next level,

With some cheese carefully swirled into it

To create a luxurious sweet ending

In huge banquets and to cheer up little kids.

Cheese and cake bond together as the perfect two

And they create spells which will not break

And keep people, young and old,

Under this sweet, beautiful spell that

Makes people rave for more sweet endings, every time.

Biscuits as crust? Time for a change

With biscuits for the aisle and

The cheese and cake couple on top

And fruits to make merry.

No oven for a cake? Worry not;

This snowy creamy darling creates magic

In the fridge!

Beat some cheese fluffy

And sandwich the cakes for another mystical rendition

Of the buttercream cake that weathers through years,

Minus the buttery gooey grossness

For a tangy, cooling sensation

To blow your minds off.

Cheese and cake however paired

Stay as a perfect couple that

Go through thousands of oceans and hills

And still stay strong and true

For they sing beautiful love songs together

For people across generations to listen

And savour.

Kopitiam Menu #4: Fruit Salad

NOTE: This is my first Kopitiam Poem in Chinese. Hope you will enjoy it!



夏日炎炎不得了，
来个甜甜冰好料！
香甜滑口真奇妙，
身材向横伸展了。

想要甜甜冰好料，
水果沙拉准没错。
水果莓果随意配，
又香又甜又爽脆。

淋上酸奶酸咪咪，
再来酸柑心欢喜。
桂皮粉来添香气，
美乃滋来肥死你！

美味可口营养多，
纤维饱腹养分高，
抗癌瘦身样样到，
看你多聪明配料。

清凉其实很简单，
来个沙拉并不难。
自己做做亲友尝，
个个赞好好欣赏！

Kopitiam Menu #3: Milo

Bright big green tin
That stays unscathed
Through seven decades.

The rich flavour of cocoa
Etched in our minds;
A beautiful sensual melody it makes,
When stirred with boiling hot water.

With hints of cocoa and a sweetness tang,
The scent floats into our bedrooms
Telling us that a beautiful good morning is here.

Like rose and its thorns and its leaves
This brown beverage brings you to heaven
When married with cream and crunch,
And keeps you running round and round
Like a leaping bunny!

Heaps of ice,
And a lava of sweet chocolate comes
trickle, trickle, trickle,
down the table.
So grand with extra powder on top,
Like a dinasaur.

Or, should it be left just as it is?

One cup fits an ant,
and that is the Malaysian way
to roll the mornings!


P/S: Sorry for my bad poem because my ideas have somehow... DIED. :X

Kopitiam Menu #2: 红豆冰 Ais Kacang

中午，太阳无情的照耀，来个红豆冰消暑解渴，好不痛快啊！

P/S: 东主不会用华文写诗，只好用我的烂英文，希望你们能看得懂并好好欣赏。（不要脸！）

**PART 1**
A snowy ice mountain
Covered with a thick layer of
Cool lava, green, brown or pink
In a cute little glass lotus.

The little mountain
Is beyond rocky ice and overflowing snow.
The red little rocks scatter through the mountain,
with some jades and little rubies in between.

Too tiny for a baby to even climb on,
Yet large and dainty enough
As a centerpiece for the
commoner's table.

**PART 2**
He poured his faith
in his little roadside stall,
With a huge ice machine,
bowls and bags of treats,
For some Ringgit for his
Lady and kids.

He fear not the burning hot sun,
Nor the pearls that came
Trickling down his weathered cheeks.

That smile, rare smile
Hangs on his face
like eternity, though some kids
Clad in Levis and Nike,
Came around and make a face
To him.

God blessed him with
Little elves, with energy
That burns like bonfire.
Running rounds, collecting changes,
Serving little mountains, red, brown or green
To the thirsty street walkers.

He turned the iron handle,
And the huge icy rock
Turned into pristine crystals,
Before he topped them off with
soft jades and rubies.

A beautiful and sweet masterpiece
is born
for the thirsty and raving
many.

Kopitiam Menu #1: Coffee

A little ceramic cup
Steaming hot yet cold enough for sips
Brimming with the aroma
Subtle enough to be savoured
across time, at grace.


Beans gently toasted and roasted
Like fragrant little black pearls,
And soon grounded into powder
So fine, like brown flavoured fragrant sand.

Hot spring waters flow into the brown sand
in a dainty little mug.
No mud, no filth-
It is the elixir of energy and wholesomeness
left in a cup.

The smooth, warming black liquid
Beckons people to slow their hurried pace
For that moment of warmth and
A relaxed invigoration.



The milk, swirled in like clouds
Renders this bittersweet black beauty
fair, yet tanned, but next to Heaven.

The black beauty, filled with mystical whim,
manifests herself into pretty angels
Some bitter, some sweet, some even as
pieces of art.

Her beauty is everywhere,
from high-end cafes to the streets.
Young or old, rich or poor,
She is so well-loved
that her beauty extends beyond her years.

Yet, she needs no more adornment
as beautiful as she is
by herself.