Milo Dino

Ok so I got bored and decided to make myself a nice cup of Milo dinosaur. Basically, thats a huge, heap of Milo powder on top of your standard milo beverage.

What happens now is that unlike being in a coffeeshop, I have no luxury of a straw. So what I did was to put my lips on the edge of the cup and duh, tried drink my milo the traditional way. What happened next was that I need oxygen and my nose happens to breath in as well and before you know, I was choking with milo dust. Cough......

I can tell you, that was the most unpleasant experience ever. To have milo in your lungs! Chough...wheeeze... choke.... breahhh...
Why do I have this feeling that my life is turning into a comedy sitcom.

Mayoniase

Fool enough to almost be it
Cool enough to not quite see it
Doomed
Pick your pockets full of sorrow
And run away with me tomorrow
June

We'll try and ease the pain
But somehow we'll feel the same
Well, no one knows
Where our secrets go

I send a heart to all my dearies
When your life is so, so dreary
Dream
I'm rumored to the straight and narrow
While the harlots of my perils
Scream

And I fail
But when I can, I will
Try to understand
That when I can, I will

Mother weep the years I'm missing
All our time can't be given
Back
Shut my mouth and strike the demons
That cursed you and your reasons
Out of hand and out of season
Out of love and out of feeling
So bad

When I can, I will
Words defy the plans
When I can, I will

Fool enough to almost be it
And cool enough to not quite see it
And old enough to always feel this
Always old, I'll always feel this

No more promise no more sorrow
No longer will I follow
Can anybody hear me
I just want to be me
When I can, I will
Try to understand
That when I can, I will

job interview

Going for another job interview tomorrow: Prudential Management Trainee. Wondered what would the job specifications and requirements be? Got to find out tomorrow! Wish me luck!

Waking up to a kaleidoscopic mind,
a heart of emptiness u will find.
With every hour the clocks chime,
sometimes i felt really lost in time.

Come on does it really matter,
when everything seemed torn and tattered.
A lonely soul in a group of endless chatter,
always tasteless although from the same platter.

Clinging on to that little hope,
something small but it helps me cope.
Fear engulfs everytime I probe,
it felt like being on the wrong end of that breaking rope.