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Call Me A Dilemma But That's The Way I Went.

Sometime I do wish time could have give in a bend, Call me a dilemma but that's the way I went. If only a minute would have more then 60 second, Cause there are so many to done yet so many left. Sometime I do wish time could have give in a flash, Call me a dilemma but that's the way I went. If only my pocket would have sufficient cash, Cause an empty porch often push you on test. Sometime I do wish time could have give in a mild, Call me a dilemma but that's the way I went. If only holidays place me like a spoil child, Cause pleasure moment may have be my only want.

Warwick Avenue

I have a colleague that going to sign in his last month in the office. He entered even later then me, yet he took the guts to jump to his next stop. That, does let me puzzle for a second. There are people said or more precisely I do believe, life is like a taking tube where you do hop on one station and down at the another and I dare said it would appears as the same to the rest of your life till you reach the last station. Knowing the fact, but it takes huge courage to really apply. Problems is, there are time you do wish stay a little longer in a particular stop and you may didn't want the train to come. However, in reality, none of these stop means to be forever, not that till you reach your final destination. Even if is hard as it is, you would still need to hop on for the next, despite it means for you to spread your tears. Just like Duffy that choose to walk away from its Warwick Avenue. It is difficult, but that is just how life to be typical.

That Lad, My Kidda.

I do said he isn't appears as an eyes catching star, Perhaps a little fresh if you would happen catch him far. I do said he is as skinny and dark like a broom stick, Perhaps in general that shape may give people a kick. I do said he should have put more effort study hard, Perhaps he has his ways of coloured his report card. I do said he spent too much on gaming and computer, Perhaps living in a city given him less play choice either. I do said my critic on him may have as much like a data , Perhaps and perhaps it is because that lad is my kidda. Happy Birthday Kidda! :-)

Manga Love

I have to admit my fail. My early plan on fully present my blog in poems seem to hit the wall. I mean, not that I can't blog with just poems, it is just sometime when I have sudden rush to bring out something, maybe just a quick one, I would need to think hard if is in poems way. Plus, I do not wish to produce a poem that doesn't look like a poem. Not that the blog have any frequent readers, it is just not me. I mean if is something that even you, yourself can't approve it, what about to expect people to read it then understand it, right? Still, even I have decide to write back, it doesn't mean poems would eventually disappear here. I would still give in more in poems, just on and off, you might see some long-winded text (Just like this one) coming in as well. I'm that kinds of person,once I start writing and it would be difficult to stop.So yeah, sue me but that just how I am. =P Anyway, what have I been hitting recently? Well aside job, most of my time current

Someone Like You

As Adele songs blast in my ears, it remains an old friend of mine, that I have never contact for quite sometime, for good. Her songs often speak my mind thoroughly and that leads me like it more. Here is a song of her that I like it the most so far, named 'Someone Like You'. One of the line of the lyrics speak as; "Sometimes it lasts in love, But sometimes it hurts instead," I suppose we do walk across on same scenario before, aren't we? Anyway, for you out there, Happy Belated Birthday.

I Do Call Her

I do call her a sunny bear, Like any of those little Gummi bear. Her laughter would have be crystal clear, By simple happiness would have cheer her dear. I do call her a fierce tiger, Howl as if she is the jungle ruler. Sometimes you may just request for a differ, By her fangs noted it isn't the time to mess deeper. I do call her a shy anteater, Or rather a puppy with helpless tear. There are times she do silently utter, By the miserable, sadness or perhaps fear. I do call her a protective deer, Shelter the little one under her strong antler. You do call her grumpy and nag like an older, By means she simply wanted to protect you longer. I do call her my mother, Utmost the one and only my mommy dear. With all the emotion and flaws she do appear, By facts it is the best that I couldn't be ask further. PS :- I would said it is a belated Mother's Day gift. It would have been best to appear yesterday or even a day before, however my inspiration was never

Of Waves and Breeze

When I said life is good, deepen it means life is at it mild tune. The dilemma point arise as how it is to be call a life when there is no excitement and sorrow? By looking at this perspective, living monotonousness is equally as bad as those days that you wish it could be cut it out -- the bad day. Addition to that, it is even more tiring by sticking with everything that is more or less the same. Hence, for this split second, how I wish I would have to be able to walk over to the nearer shore or beach and listen to ocean beats. I always like the tune of waves hitting the shore, not to mention the cold breeze it carries. It somehow ease my nerves and the next moment I'm in all good and fresh. Back then, when I was still studying abroad, I used to travel a lot to many different shores. After all, Liverpool, being located next to Merseyside, the Irish sea is just within arm reach. But for now, being living in a concrete ocean, all it remains are photo piece.

Coffee addict.

If is wasn't the sleepy illusion kick in, Smell of Nero would have never fly within. Coffee has been always running in my vein, Like a partner that seeking for its twin. Many may fancy it with a drip of cream, While I indulge with its pure dark bean. As strong and bitter as it may seen, It is a battle whether you are out or in.

Paris, City of Romance.

I know it sounds a little crazy, after a whole day work, of standing and walking around and yet seating in front of the computer and about to start a post as I could have been comfortable lying on the bed and call it a day. Well, to be able to answer that, I suppose I'm still overjoy on the contest that carried by our team over the exhibition. Oh yes, just for your information, I work in an exhibition company as part of the event team and my job is to held activities that would attract yet benefit the visitors. With that information, I guess it is again answered on another statement of mine where I mentioned earlier why I have been standing and walking the whole day. I would reserved the work part for some other post, perhaps a poem on that ;), but for now let's just focus why of the sudden urge to come out a post at this late moment. To put it simple, it is after all the overjoy contest that link me back to the sudden indulgent for one of my previous travel, to a land th

Fries and Potatoes Pie

If I was given a food to describe my life, I would have to say I’m a French fries. As crispy and crunchy of the outside, But hollow and empty as the inside. Couldn’t have a better way to describe, Of true and fact based on my current style. Shifted between work and staying home, Nothing more or less as if lives in the dome. I do wish if I would live more then alive, By giving myself a pinch of spice, The fact I used to live without a chase, Thinking living such would have less intense. I blame myself of the past tense, Blindly commit in love that single stand. Living in the lies as if I stand a chance, Ignorance as if it would goes right by end. Knowing nothing could be change, This is all it takes to learn from mistake. I wish habit if only a verbal state, At least it is easy to slip easy to re-frame. Truth tells habit would never die, Only self wills could lead it goes by. Hence by me being away as a fries, My wills needs to nail into potatoes pie.