happy birthday

26th april


this post is dedicated to one who is born on this faithful day.

every year there'd sound a birthday song..
they sang and they cheered ,
a day one wouldn't miss
every time and every year.
when bliss welts up amidst the song
and warm hugs exchanged to ones' goiing on
we'll always remember your birthday
every smile and every tear.

to toast to bubbly,
or bouquets galore.
26th of april means way lot more.
a day to cheer the birth of one.
who brought us joy ,
like the ray of the sun.

-brethren coulter
A.K.A Myloh

myloh

my name or rather wat most pple call me.. is kinda well used.. or maybe overused...

or just plain used..

well on the good end MYLOH villaronga .. very famed photographer

on the other one there is this old chap in some obituary i saw.. poor fellow..

then there is the dog.. or dogs for that matter and one famous example is that beagle fomr the mask who jumped up to that window.. great dog.. famous..

and pple react like i just came out fomr "whose line issit"

when i order coffee.."may i have you initials or name please"

"myloh"

"wat!!"

then that punk chuckles off.. maybe i am sexist but a guy who scurries off and gossip while chuckliing like a little girl just sends my hairs standing..

then my job interviews.. this part i enjoy.. esp when the interviewers are female..sorry for sounding sexist again. but it really relaxes me when they hear my name and chuckle off.. it breaks the ice immediately..fantastic. and all i said was my name not a lame joke..hahah

but when they is a guy they would look at me and go like.. "you trying to be cute pig.. keep farting.. yeh.. fart somemore".. while they attempt to gun me with all sorts of questions.. one was so stern .. he stared at the lady till she realized and she stopped smilling.. it was.. weird.. how myloh works..
haha

getting a job soon..less free time hopefully less time to think.. less time to fantasize.. maybe thinks may just unfurl....

missing my dreams..already..

warmth and sweetness shall bid my lips farewell and from ther upon escape my sight upon the deserts of void fomr which it came..

a nordic sunrise..

a brief dedication..

opened my eyes,
reluctant to see..
ears tingled
reluctant to hear..
winds in the air,
reluctant to smell...

yet..

i saw and was enchanted
i heard and was deeply smitten
i smelt and was madly crazed

i never dared stand close
cos i am afraid you'll notice.
my palpitation, pulse and flutter.



votre élégance m'a eu profondément frappé

je t'aime..

last minute

hope over experience .. make your choice..



imagine meeting someone you want to see everyday.. and even after marriage with three kids you wanna send her to work and when you part for each others ways you two kissed and she kissed you back and soon you all feel all swooned like glass in a wine .. sorry wine in a glass.. and soon the kiss ends and she was about to leave and head to work and then she would turn around and you two would kiss again.. till the very last minute when she has to head to work or she'll be sacked late..then reluctant you lose your arms from her waist.. before she walks off to work smiling ear to ear..and gives youa fly kiss from far..

wat could possibly happen..or rather.. wat if this happens..

would you want it?? would you like it?? would you love to??

storm clouds, raining drenched to the bone.

things aren't great.. well its bad.. kinda bad not like dying bad.. but really bad..

sky overcast and typing next to a rain splattered window

How do you look.. fabulous..

well the above is the last thing on my mind..

well enuff of bad mumbling.. time to let it go.. well would not want to keep humming around the same bug.. time to move on..



right now just hope to find a spot on a bench next to the sea with the sun out and blue clouds and maybe a stereo with pink martini and corrine both may and bailey rae well its fantasy...

time to hop back to life..

time to breathe .. waiting to have it taken from me..