The day I went mango mad

You may or may not have noticed the update in layout if you haven’t been here for awhile, but here it is. Brand, spanking new blog layout (ish) ! About time huh ? I was contemplating contemplating changing the header too but then “NAHH“‘ed the idea since I am lazy and dislike change. Just kidding. I don’t mind change. I welcome it most times with arms wide open if my arms were ever wide open.

Also .. there was something else I was going to mention. Ah yes. I finally got around to getting up my new 101/1001 list which you can have a look at if you so wish. I was supposed to publish a new one as soon as I finished the first but I again reiterate my laziness and dislike for change. Wait .. I refuted the latter, so ignore that. I will also do a post on my experience with this project when I find the motivation to.

CAN YOU BELIEVE IT’S BEEN 3 YEARS SINCE I STARTED THIS BLOG ?

ME NEITHER !

I just can’t believe (actually I can believe it .. but it seems more common to act shocked) how much has changed since. I should really stop repeating the same words change, change, change over and over and over again. Over the holidays I will revisit the English dictionary (a girl at my school once told me her tutor ordered her to read the dictionary every day) and randomly learn words to expand my limited vocabulary. Whatever, English is not my first language.

Anyway, I never celebrated this blog’s “special” 3 year anniversary, so I will just leave you with a song I composed to a poem I wrote last year. It is not very impressive but I must insist that I only put up these videos to entertain you and also, because I have no shame. Here it is:

A young girl
desperately wanting
stood close

looked up
and watched fanciful words
flow out from his angelic lips

Cultivated curiosity
he thought
she believed
and followed
as he led her by the hand
that she was his alone

A new toy
to be played with
they laugh
they cry
they move on
after dust has collected

She grows old
and he is different
the toy is broken
pieces left scattered

But after all
when he is gone
she does not mourn
because she knows what he is

Only human.

Goal completed: 65. write a song, sing it, no matter how bad it is (18 Oct 2010)

Story behind the subtitle –

I just finished off some Homer Hudson sorbet in flavour ‘mango madness’. If you have never tried Homer Hudson, you are not maximising your life. That is all.