Its getting late but i am just gonna coin in some nice lines to accomplish my mission for the nite. What mission? Well, try to write a poem this time..
Why i don’t write poems
1) Its not very manly
2) Although it makes the opposite sex appreciate you, it makes the same sex shunt you.
3)I am not very poetic
4)I just had beer
5)Its late. Getting tired after work.
6)Haven done it before.
Ok.. well at least i tried.. don’t laugh..
FAB POEM - Char Kway Tiao
" Dinner arrives in a plastic dish,
With forks and spoons to spare,
It really is a shoddy piece,
But seriously who would care?
For life is similar to the food we eat,
With subjectivity,
some see oily food a serious feat,
others worship a delicacy.
A char kuay tiao is seen a blackish food,
With essence not in the details,
not until the taste slowly starts changing your mood,
then goodness and savor entrails.
If life is compared to char kway tiao,
Then life isn’t as pretty as its seems,
but give yourself time for a taste of life,
Then life isn’t as shoddy as it deems.
Even char kway tiao is Sin in a pack,
thy calories make u consider,
but which slice of life is without a speck,
that divides sweetness from bitter?
If all you see is the blackness of life,
then try looking from another notion,
for using other senses is what we need,
to whip up a life of satisfaction.
Inspired by his bowl of noodles,
a man faces up to his challenge,
to savor the richness and blackness of life,
yet keep his life in a balance. "
OK maybe next time for more know-ya-food-sessions.. see ya..
