"Before you judge me, Try hard to love me"

Have you seen my Childhood?
I'm searching for the world that I come from
'Cause I've been looking around
In the lost and found of my heart...
No one understands me
They view it as such strange eccentricities...
'Cause I keep kidding around
Like a child, but pardon me...
People say I'm not okay
'Cause I love such elementary things...
It's been my fate to compensate,
for the childhood I've never known...

"Before you judge me, try hard to love me,

Look within your heart, then ask

Have you seen my childhood?"

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"You are just like your music that forever lives in us"
You will be remembered not only for the fame and glory
but merely for your passion, love, dedication and persistent
toward music, children and life, you're the master of your art
and Your childlike innocent that kept our dreams alive
You make me believe that there is goodness in mankind"

“In a world filled with hate, we must still dare to hope.

In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort.

In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream.

And in a world filled with distrust, we must still dare to believe.”

- Michael Jackson -
R.I.P

I heart Paris, Not

Paris...
Is bursting with culture, arts and culinary
So much to see, so much to taste
The best way to visit Paris is to take your time

I really wanna love you but...I can't
But I will come back again
Maybe I would learn to love Paris

I heart London

57 hours and counting

People thinks I am crazy to work full time in the kitchen
I think so but, it has been an intresting week,
Its like attending a cooking class for free,
stressfully exciting, butterfly in my stomach all day,
I am still running around clueless sometime,
It can be really depressing working in the kitchen,
There is an unexplainable tension I breath at times,
I lived through my first week 57 hours of 7 shift in 5 days,
That's means I have another12 weeks to go

Next week is an intresting week,
My first canape reception service all on my own...
Hope I don't blow up the building!!!

The last thing I want to be is a headless chicken running around

Good Morning Sunshine

I was woken up by a call from home
and there outside the sky were painted blue,
The sun peek through the white of my curtain
I woke up feeling warm and cozy, it felt good
Have a cup of tea, and a humble slice of bread
A sunday morning have never felt so good.

As I sat there browsing throught the internet
I couldn't get my sight away from the window
A piece of canvas that seems grey, all the time
Today, was painted with colour from a rainbow
and the smell of sunday roast from the next door
Oh, what a beautifull sunday was it

It felt so wrong not to go out in the sun
As I thought so, the wireless die upon me
And there I was, without excuse not to go out
Got my big ass out, have a walk under the sunlight
The sign said, turn right and straight ahead
I walk, and walk and more walking it was
And finally as I been walking for miles and miles
I saw the sign and it was one hell of a walk,
surprisingly I reach without one wrong turn

Columbia Flower Market sign it was I saw
and there on a beautifull sunny sunday noon,
I stood among the colours of my watercolour
It was a beautifull sight, comfort to the eyes
The air was filled with sweetness from the flower
The strong, bold smell from freshly brewed coffee
In my hands I hold onto a bag, 20 buds of tulips
As I was walking home the weather began to change
Dark clouds gathered and rain was pouring
I walked my long way home in the pouring rain
And in the corner of my lips was a big smile...
Oh how unpredictable was London's weather!!

I was dripping wet when I was walking through the door
I was greeted by fellow friend in the warm of our flat
We all sat down in our humble little kitchen, all wet
Have a cup of hot tea, a slice of cake and a good laugh
And ended that one beautiful sunny sunday
With a call across the world from a place called home

Mood for a little sunshine

That one fine day, dark clouds gathers
and the air smells of sorrow and despair
The wind sang the songs of the lost souls
Rough wind brushes harshly over my cheek
Pushes me again to the edge of the cliff
Buckets of tears pouring down from above
I could not express my mood better than the weather

That same day, the dark clouds faded
and the air began to smell of sweetness
The wind began to whisper a sweet lullaby
The cold breeze brush gently over my cheek
At the edge I saw the rainbow across the sky
The cold gently breeze felt so very warm
The skyline brighten up, and so was my sorrow heart

I am in the mood for a little sunshine

I just flush Biology down the drain

1 + 2 = 3
Snow + water = ICE!!!

Why on earth did I not thought of that!! (no wonder almost fail biology)
Apparently when snow melt it turn wet, slippery icy hard rock

That is what it's like all around London today.
As I mumble to myself not to fall on my ass at 7 am on the street
They I was, flat on my ass in the middle of the street...OUCH!!!
The first thing I did was laugh and pretend nothing happen.

(Mumble to myself)
I'm cool...I'm cool...just walk like nothing happen

I am a hopeless case
I can't roller blade, don't even think of ice skating at all,
I have no balance...not at all...NONE

With the way and speed I walk on the street today
I could just made front page headline on The London Paper...
With the big, gigantic bold headline

FAT PENGUIN LOOK ALIKE
FOUND ON THE STREET OF LONDON....

Candy Floss & Everything White

The Year started off slow, wet, cold, boring and dreadful
But not long after that everything seems to get back on the right track
I am slowly having more shift, I do not need to feed on breadcrumbs
I am a little more carefree, means I feel much happier that I ever was

Mostly cause it snow!! I repeat myself ....IT SNOW!!!
Heavy white shower have not fall upon Londoner for the past 18 years
At least not how it was this time, thick, heavy white shower
I was too thrill, excited, cold to death, did I mention it was -2 Celsius
I stay up all night watching Criminal Minds and snowflakes falling
Snowflakes look exactly how we picture, little delicate star falling
It felt wonderful, magical, hold load of I-dunno-how-to-explain,
As 3 adult still in denial the fact that they are now no longer kids
Gather around, watch delicate snowflakes fall on our palm,
we all felt like kids all over again

The 3 stooges plan to torture themselves, marching in dreadful cold,
We ended up in Hyde Park, it did not look like how I remember it was,
It was now a gigantic piece of white candy floss, that have no end
What better to start by rounds of brutal snow fight
Between each other and strangers along the ways
Yeah...I was brutally attack, gosh I was all cover in snow

I met someone special today, his name is Mark,
Mark's complexion compliment the white snow, tall, little overweight
We spend quality time together, bonded till it was time to say bye
How Romantic!!. I love Mark. We Love Mark, I am gonna miss Mark...





















This is Mark!!

I did what I always want to do...roll on snow. I did it...Yeah!!
I now have numb toes, finger...bloody tired and my faces feels like sunburn...Ouch