*Punctuality*
*Proactivity*
*Healthy Lifestyle*
*Discipline*
*Studies*
*Not being one with the book (toes crossed)*
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2010 Resolution.. *fingers CrossEd*
On: Saturday, January 2, 2010
*Punctuality*
*Proactivity*
*Healthy Lifestyle*
*Discipline*
Tale oF a Delivery bOy
On: Thursday, December 31, 2009
Hello there princess; delivery boy got a duty,
To pass her a package he hope is still pretty.
Its long overdue and it's starting to get heavy,
And he has to deliver it before she gets moody.
This princess; yes she does answers her phone,
But she's busy and replies in a single word monotone.
Maybe she's occupied and needs to be left alone,
So if he's bugging please just send him into a cyclone.
Good thing delivery boy works till XXpm at night,
Waiting with his red canary; ready to take flight.
When the princess summons he'll be there in sight,
Cuz if he misses it; he's gotta wait another twilight.
And so he waits as patiently as a man could be,
Waiting for a message that says the princess is free.
Delivery boy is efficient and doesn't need much time you see,
Five minutes is all it takes and after that he will flee.
His wait has ended when the message came around,
Off he goes trying not to make too much of a sound.
Sneaking pass guards so he could enter the castle ground,
Her chamber lays the highest where nothing else is found.
And finally he met; the said princess in person,
He passed her the package and snapped to attention.
Cold sweat drips as he can't decipher her expression,
But thankfully she accepts; the gift of imagination.
With his duty completed; he makes his retreat,
It's really nothing much; no extraordinary feat.
He doesn't need recognition; it isn't his real peat.
Because Her presence itself... is already a treat. =)
~ The End~
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To pass her a package he hope is still pretty.
Its long overdue and it's starting to get heavy,
And he has to deliver it before she gets moody.
This princess; yes she does answers her phone,
But she's busy and replies in a single word monotone.
Maybe she's occupied and needs to be left alone,
So if he's bugging please just send him into a cyclone.
Good thing delivery boy works till XXpm at night,
Waiting with his red canary; ready to take flight.
When the princess summons he'll be there in sight,
Cuz if he misses it; he's gotta wait another twilight.
And so he waits as patiently as a man could be,
Waiting for a message that says the princess is free.
Delivery boy is efficient and doesn't need much time you see,
Five minutes is all it takes and after that he will flee.
His wait has ended when the message came around,
Off he goes trying not to make too much of a sound.
Sneaking pass guards so he could enter the castle ground,
Her chamber lays the highest where nothing else is found.
And finally he met; the said princess in person,
He passed her the package and snapped to attention.
Cold sweat drips as he can't decipher her expression,
But thankfully she accepts; the gift of imagination.
With his duty completed; he makes his retreat,
It's really nothing much; no extraordinary feat.
He doesn't need recognition; it isn't his real peat.
Because Her presence itself... is already a treat. =)
~ The End~
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Rhythm oF my Heart
On: Friday, December 25, 2009
Past few days has been a bit of a fuzzy wuzzy,
I lived on impulse and things are tiny bit crazy.
Mornings are late and i am just so helplessly lazy,
Nights are longer as its time the world's less hazy.
The rhythm of my heart becomes the life i follow,
Living the moment and not thinking of tomorrow.
Spend nights basking in the moon and starlight's glow,
Spend evenings leaving footprints when the tide is low.
I'm a bit of a blur case every now and then,
Doing things i know i wouldn't have done then.
Logical thinking only functions when and if it can,
Black, white or grey are all really not part of the plan.
The rhythm of my heart becomes the only beat i hear,
Every beat driving me closer to those people i hold dear,
Every beat driven with a purpose so strong yet unclear,
To decipher the beat, it seems i oughta use it as my spear.
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I lived on impulse and things are tiny bit crazy.
Mornings are late and i am just so helplessly lazy,
Nights are longer as its time the world's less hazy.
The rhythm of my heart becomes the life i follow,
Living the moment and not thinking of tomorrow.
Spend nights basking in the moon and starlight's glow,
Spend evenings leaving footprints when the tide is low.
I'm a bit of a blur case every now and then,
Doing things i know i wouldn't have done then.
Logical thinking only functions when and if it can,
Black, white or grey are all really not part of the plan.
The rhythm of my heart becomes the only beat i hear,
Every beat driving me closer to those people i hold dear,
Every beat driven with a purpose so strong yet unclear,
To decipher the beat, it seems i oughta use it as my spear.
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P for Princess?
On: Thursday, December 17, 2009
Drafting plans like counting sand,
It's funny how i still don't understand,
Her body language and the way she stand,
The tiny movements and the flick of her hand.
It's like cloudy rainbow mashed potato,
Oasis in the desert with a pink flamingo.
Trying to comprehend makes processors go slow mo,
I've got no reference she's definitely like no other amigo.
Lost in her own world when she looks through the lense,
It's funny how i still don't understand,
Her body language and the way she stand,
The tiny movements and the flick of her hand.
It's like cloudy rainbow mashed potato,
Oasis in the desert with a pink flamingo.
Trying to comprehend makes processors go slow mo,
I've got no reference she's definitely like no other amigo.
Lost in her own world when she looks through the lense,
The expression of bliss without an ounce of pretense.
Capturing the moment needs concentration this intense?
A grin formed on the edge of my lips as i try to make sense.
Very much a princess in her very own right,
Her planners are full & waiting list out of sight.
Very much a princess in her very own right,
Her planners are full & waiting list out of sight.
Preoccupied the whole day and sleeping at twilight,
If you get through to her please ask her to take it light.
99 percent of the world sees her warm and lovely side,
But i heard whispers that she has an ice heart deep inside.
If you get through to her please ask her to take it light.
99 percent of the world sees her warm and lovely side,
But i heard whispers that she has an ice heart deep inside.
Word has it that she rejects admirers like waves and tide,
Should an average ordinary guy really just run and hide?
Should an average ordinary guy really just run and hide?
Is she a princess from fairy tales or a beautiful nightmare?
I guess i have to linger around a lil longer to compare.
If she sees this i hope she doesn't give me her stare,
Because if she does that she'll definitely give me a scare ! XD
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I guess i have to linger around a lil longer to compare.
If she sees this i hope she doesn't give me her stare,
Because if she does that she'll definitely give me a scare ! XD
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CliquE
On: Monday, December 14, 2009
Walk out the door and see people on the street,
Strangers mingle with the people that you greet,
Once in a while somebody knock you off your feet,
And the rest of them are just people that you meet.
Clique to clique i've wandered through the years,
To find the one that would take away my fears.
Once in a blue moon a kindred soul apppears,
How many there as i look through my tears?
Why do i feel like a black sheep that come and goes,
Why do i feel like a gigantic torn among the roses?
Why is it now again that i'm hit by insecurities,
Why is it now that i see my vulnerabilities?
A black bird flying among whites still feels like flying solo,
A single note in a stereophonic environment is still a mono.
Lack the charm, lack the luck, what to expect; i am no apollo,
But a soul however broken, still seeks a clique that could bring him crescendo...
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Strangers mingle with the people that you greet,
Once in a while somebody knock you off your feet,
And the rest of them are just people that you meet.
Clique to clique i've wandered through the years,
To find the one that would take away my fears.
Once in a blue moon a kindred soul apppears,
How many there as i look through my tears?
Why do i feel like a black sheep that come and goes,
Why do i feel like a gigantic torn among the roses?
Why is it now again that i'm hit by insecurities,
Why is it now that i see my vulnerabilities?
A black bird flying among whites still feels like flying solo,
A single note in a stereophonic environment is still a mono.
Lack the charm, lack the luck, what to expect; i am no apollo,
But a soul however broken, still seeks a clique that could bring him crescendo...
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ChOcolatE fudGe
On: Thursday, November 26, 2009
When the sun don't shine and the sky is grey,
Fate isn't kind and you feel like a prey.
Worry not sugar there is always a way,
Lying in a chocolate fudge that could save the day.
When it's gloomy and cloudy with a raining spree,
You get drench and soaked in the rain at 11 degree.
If you're feeling miserable and cannot break free,
Take a sniff of chocolate fudge and dance like a bee.
When the moon is blue and you feel under the weather,
The cold won't go and you just can't stop the shiver.
Hold a cup of hot choc as you would your lover,
Let the warmth seeps in and make this down time over.
When your workload is high till you can't see the sky,
You get all stressed up and time starts to fly.
Try to take a breather but please do not cry,
Nothing like chocolate fudge to feel like summer in july.
Warmths you inside out with alot left to spare,
It's written on the wrapper the makers declare.
Chocolate fudge delivery from me here to you there,
Perhaps it could lighten the burden that you couldn't share.
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Fate isn't kind and you feel like a prey.
Worry not sugar there is always a way,
Lying in a chocolate fudge that could save the day.
When it's gloomy and cloudy with a raining spree,
You get drench and soaked in the rain at 11 degree.
If you're feeling miserable and cannot break free,
Take a sniff of chocolate fudge and dance like a bee.
When the moon is blue and you feel under the weather,
The cold won't go and you just can't stop the shiver.
Hold a cup of hot choc as you would your lover,
Let the warmth seeps in and make this down time over.
When your workload is high till you can't see the sky,
You get all stressed up and time starts to fly.
Try to take a breather but please do not cry,
Nothing like chocolate fudge to feel like summer in july.
Warmths you inside out with alot left to spare,
It's written on the wrapper the makers declare.
Chocolate fudge delivery from me here to you there,
Perhaps it could lighten the burden that you couldn't share.
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Sleep Inductor
On: Friday, November 20, 2009
Eyelids burdened with heaviness,
Brain cells paralysed with sleepiness.
Preception on the edge of senselessness.
Awareness at the brink of unconciousness.
Sleep is a luxury i can't be given,
Cursed to stay awake and left forsaken.
The taste of freedom almost forgotten,
Hanging by a thread dreaming of heaven.
Droning of the machines' so hypnotizing,
Knocking me out even when the sun's still rising.
Only music around is the hydraulics orchestra singing,
You can't really blame me if i keep day dreaming.
On my semi concious mind is chocolate fudge,
Tried to drift there but i really need a nudge.
Somehow my hazy mind just won't even budge,
Hope the person waiting doesn't hold a grudge.
This freaking place is like a sleep inductor,
The air around here is like a sleeping gas inhaler.
Need to gather my thoughts but its taking forever,
Need to stay awake and not trip the circuit breaker !
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Brain cells paralysed with sleepiness.
Preception on the edge of senselessness.
Awareness at the brink of unconciousness.
Sleep is a luxury i can't be given,
Cursed to stay awake and left forsaken.
The taste of freedom almost forgotten,
Hanging by a thread dreaming of heaven.
Droning of the machines' so hypnotizing,
Knocking me out even when the sun's still rising.
Only music around is the hydraulics orchestra singing,
You can't really blame me if i keep day dreaming.
On my semi concious mind is chocolate fudge,
Tried to drift there but i really need a nudge.
Somehow my hazy mind just won't even budge,
Hope the person waiting doesn't hold a grudge.
This freaking place is like a sleep inductor,
The air around here is like a sleeping gas inhaler.
Need to gather my thoughts but its taking forever,
Need to stay awake and not trip the circuit breaker !
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Seriously. Tick Tock already.
On: Friday, November 13, 2009
When you move around but time doesn't follow,
Obviously there's a problem and a gap in the flow.
While you sit at a spot like a weird freak show,
Why in the world is time moving damn slow?
Miserable is such an inadequate word to explain,
Attempts to escape boredom that ended in vain.
Confined in a box without knowing the sun or rain,
The loss of my time is not worth the microscopic gain.
Precision of the machines in a pace so steady,
Buzzing of the alarm when the molding is ready.
Staring at the clock we nicknamed "speedy",
Seriously clock, just tick tock already.
Snails and tortoise never seemed to move this fast,
Unless you're in a continuum where present is the past.
How many more 60 seconds can i struggle to last,
Before my brain and body all starts to rust?
Wasting manpower just sitting there idle,
Betteroff doing things like playing the fiddle.
If not for expanding my knowledge's cradle,
I won't even be in this Mini stagnant puddle.
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Obviously there's a problem and a gap in the flow.
While you sit at a spot like a weird freak show,
Why in the world is time moving damn slow?
Miserable is such an inadequate word to explain,
Attempts to escape boredom that ended in vain.
Confined in a box without knowing the sun or rain,
The loss of my time is not worth the microscopic gain.
Precision of the machines in a pace so steady,
Buzzing of the alarm when the molding is ready.
Staring at the clock we nicknamed "speedy",
Seriously clock, just tick tock already.
Snails and tortoise never seemed to move this fast,
Unless you're in a continuum where present is the past.
How many more 60 seconds can i struggle to last,
Before my brain and body all starts to rust?
Wasting manpower just sitting there idle,
Betteroff doing things like playing the fiddle.
If not for expanding my knowledge's cradle,
I won't even be in this Mini stagnant puddle.
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Hey Bristol !
On: Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Hey Bristol, do you even know?
What makes you pretty is not the summer or snow,
Nor is it the scenery or beauty that you have for show.
It is the girl that needs a huggie when the temperature is low.
Not to say Bristol, that you ain't beautiful,
But you just loose by a little and that's just pitiful.
It's hard for me to give a huggie when my hands are full,
And she's so far away there's hardly strings i could pull.
So Bristol, why are you keeping her cold?
Have you lost your heat or is it all sold?
Would you turn up the temperature if i give you some gold?
Or would you rather i give, her smile in the form of a mold?
Cuz you see, her smile is like the best thing ever,
Its like the first ray of sun shining after winter,
With the warmth and comfort belonging to summer,
You and I both know, we could watch her smile forever.
So Bristol, why don't you keep her warm?
She's quite a busy girl but you know she has her charm.
There's only this much i can do cuz i'm like stuck in a farm,
But I just want her to know that, i do try to keep her warm. =)
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What makes you pretty is not the summer or snow,
Nor is it the scenery or beauty that you have for show.
It is the girl that needs a huggie when the temperature is low.
Not to say Bristol, that you ain't beautiful,
But you just loose by a little and that's just pitiful.
It's hard for me to give a huggie when my hands are full,
And she's so far away there's hardly strings i could pull.
So Bristol, why are you keeping her cold?
Have you lost your heat or is it all sold?
Would you turn up the temperature if i give you some gold?
Or would you rather i give, her smile in the form of a mold?
Cuz you see, her smile is like the best thing ever,
Its like the first ray of sun shining after winter,
With the warmth and comfort belonging to summer,
You and I both know, we could watch her smile forever.
So Bristol, why don't you keep her warm?
She's quite a busy girl but you know she has her charm.
There's only this much i can do cuz i'm like stuck in a farm,
But I just want her to know that, i do try to keep her warm. =)
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AsK
On: Monday, October 19, 2009
Have you paused for a moment & see where you stand?
Have you stopped for a second & take a view of the land?
Are you standing on the the spot you imagined you would be?
Are your dreams on the tips of your finger & not just a maybe?
Am i still the same person I am back then?
Am i still looking for memories that never happen?
Should you be sorry for the things you had done?
Should you be regretting things that couldn't be undone?
Breath the air of the moment and see what i see.
Walk the path of the moment to a 360 degree.
Moments i do not own i still do not have.
Bitter is the sweetness i still do not have.
The road before me seems a long & tiresome one.
At least my shadow's beside me & i'm not the only one.
Fear the future and whispers of the past,
Lost in a maze that is crumbling fast.
Ask rhetorical questions till i'm numb.
So even if there's no answer i won't feel dumb.
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Have you stopped for a second & take a view of the land?
Are you standing on the the spot you imagined you would be?
Are your dreams on the tips of your finger & not just a maybe?
Am i still the same person I am back then?
Am i still looking for memories that never happen?
Should you be sorry for the things you had done?
Should you be regretting things that couldn't be undone?
Breath the air of the moment and see what i see.
Walk the path of the moment to a 360 degree.
Moments i do not own i still do not have.
Bitter is the sweetness i still do not have.
The road before me seems a long & tiresome one.
At least my shadow's beside me & i'm not the only one.
Fear the future and whispers of the past,
Lost in a maze that is crumbling fast.
Ask rhetorical questions till i'm numb.
So even if there's no answer i won't feel dumb.
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