HUSTLING WAVES 4OM WITHIN....

y everythin so confusing????????????

down came the reson when there was no sunshine!!!!!!!!!
longing for the moon to light up my motivation....

prefering to be a claustrophobic,,, but  am blind in my own terms!!!!!!!!!!!

WTF!

IMAGINE UR IMAGE....

 ............IF
           .............YOU
WOULD SEEK TO
..............FIND YOURSELF
LOOK NOT INTO
.......................THE MIRROR
FOR THERE IS BUT
...................A SHADOW THERE.....

A STRANGER................

INK AND WATER DONT MIX....

................ who ever said? INK N WATER DNT MIX................
............ got da nerve to yell out dat i falsify dat theory..........
........... i witness da smirk on da face of my diary.....
....... when ma tears tiptoped quitely on ma scribbled words....
...... 2 devour da clarity of da spoken word....
..............  DA PICTURESQUE WAS MURKY,.,,,
,,,,,,,,   but i adorned da fact dat .....
   thy both mix 2 create a color 2 yet another aspect of life.....

give it 2 my interest.....
...... i smiled a smile after framing da picture dat...
... developed on da canvasss of my time n space....

ENCLOSED IN MA TEARDROP ADDICTION.....

p.s. IT TEARS ME UP TO TEAR YOU DOWN!!!

LAPSE....

it was in mymind 2 blog a while.. but thn other things cropped out of my mind...
m left wid nothin relai 2 yell out!!!!!!!!!
so waitin pateintly 4 da tide 2 uprise....
till thn wont b bloggin....

TAKEN IN 4 GRANTED?????????
Y ?????? MEH//////

i wondered n m stil wondrin.....

NOT ALONE... COZ M NOT ON AN ISLAND......??????? ode 2 Mj.

Another day has gone, I'm still all alone

How could this be you're not here with me

You never said goodbye, someone tell me why

Did you have to go and leave my world so cold?

Everyday I sit and ask myself

How did love slip away

Something whispers in my ear and says

That you are not alone, for I am here with you

Though you're far away, I am here to stay

But you are not alone, for I am here with you

Though we're far apart, you're always in my heart
But you are not alone
'Lone, 'lone, why, 'lone
Just the other night, I thought I heard you cry

Asking me to come and hold you in my arms

I can hear your prayers, your burdens I will bear
But first I need your hand then forever can begin

INT'L CHEF DAY CELEBRATION........

da nitemare.... hasn;t last long... when da daymare started approachin....
..... strolled in da kolej af8r dat heavy rising,,,,,
..... corssed da threshold of da kitchen... but took da u-turn af8r c-ing da mushrooms.....
...... waited patiently n da patience paid back wid an avenge....
..... i smelled of kitchen odour, wen i took da trouble of smellin maself....
..... kickstarted da 3 hour in kitchen wid da demo by chef .....
.... i was 2 put my hands on da roja prep. ....
..... peelin, washin n cuttin....... cucumber, mango, guava.......
...... filmed thm on da platter n baid syanonara,.....
...... oh ya! da cel. in da courtyard,..... wid rock muzic n cookin competition in ful swing...

...... all da black head people in white chef dresss,,,,,,

............. da real white............. perfect whitet white....

..... trotted 2 da lib. commented on da comment card.......

.....strolled down 4 lunch.... limo teak....ice...
...... all in waitin 4 da eng. clas @ 3 wen da kitchen door flunged opened @ 2 ....
.... all in dilemma, in or not in..... @ da last, ushered in....
..... picked up da task by fillin water 4 heatin....

..... scambled wid da mussels.... discardin da unwanted hair.....

..... wid da ice slippin thru my fingers... made my way 4 da bigger platter....
,.... catchin da sight of da blanched mussels......
..... da dormant hormones got activated.....
.... hmmm started out my display creatifness,,,,,,
,,,,,, chef had a luk n a nod but da nod swayed 2 da side coz v all knew it was not gonna last long...
.... despair @ my display!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
..... had enuf of da gas n da chiller.... so crawled back 4 eng. ......
      oh! 2 find none 2 lend my ear along.....
..... waited down da lift 4 some tummy fillin.. back again in da lift.......
..................class over............. dats it....
/////// basicali... chef day over wid just da chef dress on....

p.s. whole day in chef dress 4 da world chef day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! dats how ma clebration worked out!!!!!!

CHOCOLATE.... DARK N DEEP......

......CHOC R LOVELY.... DARK N DEEP....

DATS DA CRAPPY THING.....

HMMMM i just wonder y many ppl love rain????

i  hate 2 walk in da rain....

c'mon it leaves meh wid nothin but volumes of inmeasurable water...

i preferably dont like 2 walk in da rain coz i dont want my vision 2 get blurred...

thy r my vision, i hve 2 hve them...4 my sake!

contradictory, i dnt prefer walkin under an umbrella....

inevitably i get drenched...

wad da heck!!!!!!!!!!!!!

m just not able 2 understand myself....

da onli tym i love rain.....hmmmmm

wen i hear da phrase dat does da talkin...

"I LOVE WALKIN IN DA RAIN COZ NOBODY KNOWS M CRYIN"

p.s. Get drenched in da rain wen u r alreadi floatin in ur tears!!!!!!!!!!!!

rE@ChiN OuT 4 MeH........evanescnece is in part....

Da murk of da day instils a sense of lonilness inside meh... i kno its not da real aspect of interpretation but i guess i can xplain a lot further 2 my grasp.....

all da while m in ma kolej 4 nothin... my onli 1 clas 4 da day was cancelled after some tym of waitin in vain... m not hapi coz i feel like i hve nothin more 2 do @ dis peak of tym... n so i m bloggin... just 2 kill da tym wid my words..... anticipating i can do justice 2 ma bullshit n cowardly sentences n extracts.....

As i strol out in2 da outside world thru da sqaure panelled window, i m stil lost beneath da cloud dat have ribboned my brightness... i feel no sunshine splashed on my earthy brow... i long 4 da l'll spark dat will lite up dis morbid moment... I feel life swayin away wid da breeze not 2 catch hold of da mighty wind... gentle yet soothin... a complete abstract 2 da animosity of life....

i remember of days when

 i longed 4 da stilness of da hour....

da persistence of da running tym....

da voluminous cord of da monday blues....

instinct dat favoured my mournin tales....

when i was da lone prisoner of own anguish.....
when i was held captive in ma own scribbled law....
when moment fathomed da true lies of da cherished past....
when i couldn't b some1 else just 4 da sake of being meh,.....
and here i am again.. in da face of da might...
 stilll reverin in da closeness of da evanescence of da days gone by....

if i am able 2 rejunivate maself back 2 da era of incommunicado eliote den yesterday is surely not an issue...
after dose heavy hours of light makeshift, i laid back on da couch... i felt da need of filling in my long lost diary... i hovered over my unwarranted dates, i saw da feel wid my own hands, dat da past is stil incomplete.. i was held back from approchin further. stil, to redeem da need of regain my quiverin writting, i jotted down some points,... dat i wel cherished over da past few days to few hours of infactuation..... suddenly i remembered of da first poem dat i wrote..... i had written it, i guess 4 da 2nd issue of a journal which later became da poem 4 my competition.. i gladly remember i also got da prize for it.. but i dnt seem to remember anythin of wat i wrote. my only hardcopy, my english lecturer took it form meh saying that it will b published in da kolej annual magazine. i left da kolej dat year, so i have no idea what happened 2 my lost poem..
the poem was titled "THE ULTIMATUM" If my convulations holds stil intact, thn  i m adamant dat in dat poem, i tried 2 decipher da senescence of lfy... da haitus dat lfy puts @ da tym of nocturnal living... da comparision bwtween a picturesque and a grosteque living....
i m tryin  my best 2 recover my faded memory dat i had filled in wid so much curiousity,..... i hope i can bring it alive though it may b just a simple effort of dat grand tym...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hmmm dis is not my swansong.... rather it is da courtesy of tym dat is allowing meh 2 configure wat is my own? caboodle of ideas and thoughts spranging out of da untrodden convulations, stil i transfigure lfy in da face of tym... my eng. lecturer was best 2 advise meh on da subject of expectations!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHEN XPECTAIONS R HIGH, REALITY FALL SHORT!!!!!!!!!!!!  dats da postscript of da hour.... esp, after hearin out my damn result.....  i accept it wid humility coz i  hve expected it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
so here i hold back my caboodle of flyin freaks.....
adaios..... ..

p.s. " u die every second of ur lfy 2 b reborn in da next second"

GALA Dinner..... all in gaga 4 da next round....

GALA Dinner..... all in gaga 4 da next round....

sommelier! how wil u describe dat term in you own words??????????? dis question infalted meh when i was hearin it 4 da 5th tym dat evening....
it was my first tym approcah 2 a sommelier thingi competition just 2 witness how justifyin is dat word 2 da wine world???????? i guess, after my participation in da audience, my knowledge was just a dip in da ocean. da wine is more deeper dan da sea... hehehe...
I would hve minded if i was born wid da sniff of a dog.. gosh! da wine identification.. luks like da job of a trainee sniffer.... it was preti cool on esther part 2 mimick dat.... esp da french vocubulari....
moral of da story: wine is not just wine... it is more deeper dan da color n aroma n neva 2 4get da intoxication!
post competition, we all ran in da direction of KFC.... fast n not furious... just gr8 4 da churnin tummies... it was da hunger dat was fastin da fingers n da Dig, systm. i was like, wil my oesophagus open da valve 4 da incomin food dat was 2 b devoured in anoder 1 n half hour??????????? hve 2 reconsider.....
Hilton hotel was kool 2 hang around.. particularli 4 our own team of parp! i was invitin myself 4 da gala dinner on da risk of my own monthly duet.... so, i had 2 make dat invitation up 2 da level....
da pre_dinner.. champagne was a toast 2 get in2 da grand ballroom. Wid our some seniors n sir P.D. wid us, it was secure n it was goin  2 b a flashrock!!!!!!!!!!!
oh! da dinner was fantabulous.... da wine alignment  n arrangement in accordance wid da fine dining... was just superb... i had a gr8 tym.. dat all it counts....
Da bread was bottomless... hehehe/// comment 4om my neighbour diner....
da vite wine was all down... da red wine.. so so okie.... .
take.. take pic,, was one phrase my ear was accustomed 2 .. plus... reddy red faces....
it was a learnin in experince n a touch 2 c how bodies works n eats,,,, n dines.. in da wine way!!!!!!!!!!
congratulation 2 da winner's . taylor's alumuni made it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!