FILTHY AWESOME....

Guess it winds back to time...
when i stood full with lime...
it was just yesterday in a line...
i was less scattered with the dime...
it was more of the words and the word...
my eyes read sentences of that cord...
despairing the clock that clicked...
i sat wavering the pages while it blinked...
devouring cups and extra cup of coffees...
i gulped down the caffeine on my tees...
i smelled the filth of a wrecked insomniac...
despite the fact that i perfumed my nocturniac...
least i caught the pages of words in flames...
i gripped the tails of numbers in trembles....
i wrote a letter instead of letters...
so i scored a number instead of numbers...
the oil from my cheeks shone with guilt...
and i succumbed to the thought of that tilt...
they say the show must go on...
and they tell that  i must not con...
there is a but after that sentence...
that i mustn't show my pretense...
I dwell in my worth...
and I dim in my growth...
life is but a river of might and glow...
papers are the rocks that test the flow...
i am but the navigator of my ship...
and ever i will sail in my rift...

NerdsVs Jocks.... (walk as a commis)...

The real event unfolded with much surprise and excitement. well, not actually for me, as i hardly came to feel the excitement of the guest arriving due to my confinement within the walls of the pastry kitchen.
It was day of some truth and a moment of some baking, which i delivered without hesitance. Pre-event, i was assigned as the person in-charge of the amuse busch but that did not happen coz i was so enrolled in the pastry making that my chef thought i suit there. well, there wasnt much a choice either!!!!!!!!

THE CENTER PIECE THAT STOLE THE LIME LIGHT...

THE PASSPORT FOR THE EVENT.....

THE FIRST MOCK-TAIL...

CRUNCHY BREAD SERVED RIGHT AFTER SETTLEMENT...

THE MAIN COURSE...

THE SECOND MOCK-TAIL...

THE TRIO DESSERT....

CHOCOLATE MOUSEE

LICKING IN CHOCOLATE....

I had all the fun doing it especially the Chocolate Mouse where i was busy digging my finger in the melted chocolate. An AWESOME feeling!!!!!!!!!!!

lauren Weisbeger....

I am dumfounded  by the words that i read...

these series is freaking awesome..

well, it has everything to do with woman and their women...

friends of age that stands at every bend in the road...

mens of limit that dares to cross that limit...

foes of friends who fall with every rumor they spark...

families of ties that never break with time...

employers of time that break with every joint...

they are a tale told by many but listened by few...

they are women who have thronged among the crowd...

but the crowd never turned to acknowledge its mass...

it is heartening to hear you cry...

and smile between those tears...

women of age.... you are of age now!

DID I? / AM I?

Did I see you walking down the street?
Or was I looking at you running away from me?

Did I see you turning round the bend in the road?
Or am I seeing you escaping from the bend in the road?

Did I watch you leaving my world so cold?
Or am I watching you making my world so cold?

Did I watch you blocking my view from you?
Or was I watching you blocking your view from me?

Did I hear that you are breaking your promise?
Or am I hearing that you made me break your promise?

Did I tell you that I am lost when I look into your eyes?
Or am I telling you that I am lost when I don’t get lost in your eyes?

NERDS Vs JOCKS....

                                              THE POSTER LOOK... ( PROMOTION TICKET)

                                              THE THEME ON SPECKY BRAINS...

A LESSON BEFORE DYING…. (Earnest Gaines)

I WAS NOT THERE, yet I was there. No, I did not go to the trail, I did not hear the verdict, because I knew all the time what it would be. Still, I was there. I was there as much as anyone else was there.

“Gentlemen of the jury, look at him-look at him-look at this. Do you see a man sitting here? I ask you, I implore, look carefully-do you see a man sitting here? Look at the shape of this skull, this face as flat as the palm of my hand-look deeply into those eyes. Do you see a modicum of intelligence?

In the world, where black and white are not just two colors but the color of humiliation and superiority. No black could ever dare to bare their strength even when justice landed in the wrong chord. A black must die even though he is just a witness to the death of whites. He will not die a peaceful death but of torment and screams and of sure electrocution. It’s not an honorable death when he is described as a HOG laid to rest.

Nobody can save him so he saves himself by accepting his fate and shuns away from the life that he was so passionate for. Neither a tear nor a sweat can beat his hard decision and so writhes in his curse of being born black.
Half torn and completely broken, he awaits his doomsday with valor for his godmother. He stays strong for the fear that sweeps his scattered heart. He promises to leave the dark cell with a smile and a spit instead of tears. Tears have dried long ago when he surmises the reason for the tears that flowed from his godmother’s eyes…

 P.S...... A lesson before dying:
Understand the simple heroism if resisting- and defying- the expected.
Be strong and die with valor!

RAIN OF SOUNDS....

When the rain tips toe on the bars…

I hear a clutter of sound in my ears…

The rumble on the roof top…

The scream of the lost cop…

 The feet off the abandoned road…

The fleet of the crowded load…

 The curse of a squeezed fowl…

The wish of a lonesome soul…

 The roar of the mighty thunder…

The bark of the dog that surrender…

The meow of the cat that squinter …

 The wail of the wolf in rows…

The moo of the milking cows…

 The gush of the angry river…

The fist of the slow server …

 The sway of the branches…

The throbbing of the crutches…

 The croak of the dancing frog…

The silence of the floating fog…

The flapping of the penguins…
The slashing of the mannequins…

The closing of the shutters…

The gossip that mutters…

The yawn of the sleepy mouth…

The scent of rain travelling south…

The glance of you before me…

The sting of you mumble bee…

The brisk flicker of my eyelashes…

The leisure appearance of my blushes…

The laughter of my mates…

The silence of their fates…
The cry of happiness…
The smile of lazyness…
The dip of the rain drops...
On the leaves of the tree tops..

THE FOREST HIKE….

The day before my last day in Penang, I and my friend decided to visit the tourist attractions. So, our first stop was the Penang National Park. We had no clue where it was located. We boarded the bus and then followed the intuitions which worked pretty fine. We reached the place in less than 30 min. the information counter charged us Rm 5 for the canopy walk rest everything was free. Cool! Well, we headed off towards the canopy walk but nothing in sight. We just followed the sign and stopped in between taking pictures coz memories counts… well, contrast to my idea of an ideal park, it was actually a forest and it was more wild and adventurous than I
could ever think of. We took 20 min or more to reach our destination but the thing was closed for lunch break. After waiting for few minutes, the blotch was opened and we could carry on. The walk wasn’t at all scary rather it was amusing. Walking among the canopy sounds exotic and it really was when I was walking among the tree tops and beneath me walked people who looked like tiny tots. It was a fun experiment with height.
 We headed off for the monkey beach and the headlight… it was awesome… trust myself… it was crazy!
The blue sea stretched miles away
beyond the horizon engulfed by green hills on the side. Evergreen trees and coniferous trees castled on the hills throwing refreshing all around. The fiddling of the sand with the high shores creates a big wave of relaxation inside the closed heart. Oh! It was terrific… we had to rush back but we somehow landed at the sign post that indicated another beach at around 2920m. Ok, I wanted to give it a try but I wasn’t ready for the moments that lay ahead. We passed through a jungle with lots of tall trees with some kind of specialty which I didn’t really go through. Yeah, I did witness the music area where I could hear strange sounds which seem to come from nowhere. Then, I followed the buffalo path and the dug out hill. I was really exhausted by then but I knew I had to go on.  Few hikers pass us by, they looked real tired. I was like, could it be so hard? Despite the resistance from my friend, I still walked on till she gave up on me. Finally, after an hour long of hiking, we managed to reach the beach. Omg! it was beautiful! But I was so tired to shout at the top of my lungs which I so wanted to. The beach is the farthest beach so it is the cleanest and damn beautiful. Blue merged with green, the sands were sandy and the rocks were the mightiest… I had my day there. It was falling evening so we had to rush back. It was so amazing to be there. It took us an hour more to reach back and the first thing was to look for water and food. I did bring some juices but we finished that way back in our early hopping.
It had a good time though my feet gave me trauma for the next two days. But my adventure didn’t end there…. the next moment to drop by was wilder.... wink wink...;>

P.S. its a race with life... you cant stop the fleeting moments...

BY THE SEA

Aite.....

These days everything that i post goes by the beach/sea coz m by it and m loving it especially the view in the MORN..... it takes your breath away... you flip your eye lashes to the flap of the waves and flicker your ears to the sound of the shores.... it so amazing when you just hear the waves flap against the shore, so violently with so much of peace inside... as if everything is falling into the universe and you are devoured in the tides of eternity...

 i slide open the glass door to the wide field of forceful morning waves... the fresh breeze rush through my hair and whisper to my skin.... m alive and i am dwelling in the moment of  sea..... it travels through my breath and journey to the rusty city life... m bathed in the drops they sprinkle on my face... it is luxurious and its elaborate...

Drops of hot caffeine enters me and I devour both the flavor and the warmth.... its replenishing and relinquishing... the apt coolness to bring down the heat and the good warmth to heat up the cold... its like experimenting with the elements of nature in the aura of nature..... its platonic and its natural.....

the sea after the heavy downpour is a treat to the eyes... once more, i stalked the balcony to see the change of weather but my gaze turned towards the sea.  I am blessed again in the EVE... the margins of muddiness no longer exist as the ripples formed engulfs the calamity and the whole sea is returning to the sate of peace.....in par with the drops that's trickle and fall into it....
the horizons no longer separates the sea from the land. they have merged into one and i am floating on  the land of sea. the misty air filled the atmosphere with must and freshness.... its like whole of it is waking up again like they do in the morning before the sun touches the horizon....
i could no longer see the flashing of the waves but i can hear the shores being hit by the waves.....

it is a sight to be longed for..... the trickles of the sea plays the music like the drops in the rain....
it hits the chord of the heart and leaves you stunned..... like in a TRANCE.....

The writing on my forehand....

THE MOVING FINGERS WRITES;

AND HAVING WRIT, MOVES ON:

NOT ALL YOUR PEITY NOR WIT

SHALL LURE IT BACK TO CANCEL A LINE,

NOR ALL YOUR TEARS WASH OUT A WORD OF IT....