~A Father's Day Memory~

Well, hello people. Hopefully everyone is doing well, what with the weather and environment changing so drastically this past few months. I'm doing pretty well right now in health and everything else.

Anyways, as we all now, Father's Day is here. What do you my dear readers think of your own father? For those who have lost this parent, my condolences to you. For those of you still have the privilege, shouldn't you show your gratitude and appreciation? Here goes to my dad. Something I thought up for him. My dad who is actually the provider in the family.
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Here's to that one man
One who never tires
Here's to that one man
One who provides without fail
Here's to that one man
One who is the provider
This is to my father

Those late nights you came back
Those times you were late for dinner
Those times where you would occasionally sit and chat with me
Those times when you would show me things
Teaching me the lessons of manhood
Teaching me the lessons of growing up
Teaching me all that I should ever know

It's those times I spent with you
I see the wrinkles around your eyes
The white streaks in your greying hair
The tiredness in your eyes
But that smile, fatherly and warming
Smiling even though you were tired

You provided for me
Gave me education
Gave me what I wanted
Gave me what I needed.
Father,

I love you
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That's to my father, who is the provider of the family. I love you. I appreciate what you have done for me and I will work hard not to disappoint you anymore.

Cheers~
Vincent

An awesome day spent~

Hello everyone! Hope everyone is bouncing and running at their best system operation. I'm running full mode on hyperactivity. BWAHAHAHA~!

Brain: All systems go! Full mode on hyperactivity!
Body: Sir yes sir!

Yeah, hyper much >_<
Hopefully this will not be permanent. Oh well, what's my story for the day? It's actually about completing a project for presentation. This group is one heck of an awesome team! Team name? "Innocent but Don't Try Us." Yeah, it's a crazily awesome team. We were all going around the whole of Jaya One doing a video. We were all successful till we arrive at Cold Storage. The guy was such a spoilsport by saying, we're suppose to get this approvement and all. Lame ass Oh well, I guess he's just jealous we had so much fun but he's stuck wiping someone's ass butt.  All in all it was an awesome day. We also had lunch with some seniors. Thanks for everything SENIORS!!!!

Yeah, really really great seniors. =D
I just found that I'm under an accelerated semester. The heck....?

Dead tired. This is what I feel about the accelerated semester too.

Innocent but DON'T Try Us!

 So that wraps up a certain percentage of my life in college. Heck YEAH!!!
Cheers~
Vincent

First weeks always sound fun~

Hello humans! I'm back again with a new post today. How is everyone feeling? Good and jumping I hope. I've seen some posts on FaceBook, people falling ill and all, get more water into your systems YO! (Water is good for health =D) Getting more rest should help to. Anyway, me, how am I? Not bad I might say.

This week concludes the first week of my college classes for the first semester. How was it? Seven letters.
A.W.E.S.O.M.E. Yes, awesome, totally. With the first day being Presentation Skills class followed up by Mass Communication Class and Communication English 103. Yeah, Didn't really "study" much for the first week. Just some of the usual notes and heads up for assessments. Oh and speaking of assessment, my first assessment is coming up this Monday, something to do with presentation. Just....great. So much for a relaxing first week.Oh well, no point grumbling about it. It's quite an easy task actually. So...yeah, BRING IT ON!!!!!

Mass Communication class was slightly more laid back, which is fine to me. Well, it was kind of funny the activity the lecturer planned for us. It was sort of pass a message from one end to the other, and the message (hard to believe but yes) changed. SERIOUSLY. It was like the original message was like "Give a man a fish and he will eat fish for a day, but teach a man to fish and he will eat fish everyday".

It turned into this:
~Teach a man to fish and he will eat fish all day, and drink beer all day, on the boat~
What the Fark HECK!? Where did the BEER come from !??!?!? Holy Macaroni.

Communication English 103 classes was...WEIRD ONE-OF-A-KIND. Instead of studying anything, the lecturer just sent us out on a Scavenger Hunt looking for landmarks and all. (So much for sitting in class and studying, yea right) Spent the whole class searching for things listed in the Hunt Questionnaire and e-mailing the lecturer the answer (Awesome first class, LOL). What makes it even more surprising was that, the moment I opened the e-mail to fill in the answer sheet the lecturer provided, above that was a Facebook notification, saying " 'The Lecturer' wants to be friends". (O.o The heck??)

Yeah, my classes are amazing. BUAHAHAHAHAHAA~
Till next then,
Cheers~
Vincent

Of Luck and being at the right place at the right time.

HELLO HELLO! I'm back yet again after being missing for a while. What's up and what's new people? Hope it's been good news all around. What about me...? Hmmm, welllll....you see, I've been kinda excited/hyper/overjoyed the past week. Why you ask? That's because, I've already attended my orientation at college. Which college? IACT College. What course? Diploma in Creative Multimedia. Oh yeah, awesomeness. Long story short, we were introduced to some of the seniors, we found out about the clubs, we also explored our campus, and last but not least, had a great time.

At the end of orientation day 2, there was a lucky draw, -crowd gasp- (LOL < Hyper much). Well, seeing as my luck with lucky draws were...not to say hopeless and for want of better term, I would say, not so lucky and....little did I know...that curse unluckiness would be lifted. Okay, so I was sitting there, uninterested and looking around to see which lucky bastard person would win an iPad. As I looked on, the fated hands went in the box and rummaged around. It came back out with a slip. It was as if time slowed down, literally, everyone leaned forward a tiny bit, the person who changed my fate announced, "I have the name here, and his number (mobile no.) is 019..." I was like, HOLY!? There's a tiny chance there, the next three came like a blast, "658". That was when I nearly got a heart attack. Yes, that was ME!!!!!!! I won an iPad from college -hugs iPad- OMG OMG OMG. This was really unexpected.

So yeah, now, I'm having fun with it. Not only that, I just finished my first class today. Presentation skills they call it. Was really really an awesome class. (But so much for awesome, there's an assessment coming right up, dang oTL)

Yes, it's been a blast of a week. Am looking forward to greater weeks.
So, that's all for now folks =D

Cheers~
Vincent

Appreciation and what it means

Well, this is a another post for today, I must really be pouring everything out of me..It won't be a long post but just another poetic contribution.
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I Do...But can You See it?

Things that don't belong to me
Property belonging to another
I am grateful that you allow me to use them
I am happy that you trust me with them
But I guess, you don't see it?
Those words you ask of me
Were you actually implying a meaning?
Were you saying a statement?
Were you asking me a question?
The tone
The form of words
I can't really tell what you want from me.
You say I don't appreciate it?
Did I say that ?
You just assumed I did
How was I to answer you when you
Did not ask me a question directly?
I do appreciate the things you let me use
But can you see it?
Do you even realize it?
I don't know...
Only you can tell me
I may show it in a different way but
Yes I do appreciate it.

Of Faults and Pain to the Heart. Hurt to all~

Well...hello everybody. First and foremost, forgive me for the lousy greeting. I am feeling sort of down at the moment. I just got out of an argument with a blood relative. As I have found out...Arguments are not nice. It always ends up with both parties being hurt.
This message is to who it may concern, I don't know whether you will check my blog, or whether you will even bother reading, but I have given you the link to my blog. I have nothing to hide, I have nothing evil to say. I guess.
Back to my post. I am now turning to the one place where I'm at least a somebody, my blog. I'm turning to one place where at least I can pour out my emotions with no fear of any retribution besides my book of self poems in my room. Yes, my blog is the one place I can pour my pain, happiness, loneliness, sadness, joy, enthusiasm and so many other feelings. I shall say it in poem form. Two pieces, written to express what turmoil I have in me.
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The Confusion and Questions in Me.

Those eyes that stare at me
Those eyes that glare at me
Those eyes full of kindness
Those eyes full of anger
I can feel them looking at me
Even when I chose to stare at something else
I do not return your gaze
I do not challenge that stare
For I know it will only add up to much much more pain
I stare at a blank spot on the wall
Why me I ask?
Why me?
There is no answer
There is not even a whisper of indication
You choose only to see what is in front of you
You choose only to see what is in physical form
You choose only to see what a failure I am
When I try to change
Small words of encouragement sound like sarcasm to me
Words of encouragement that turn to discouragement soon after
What am I to you actually?
That's an answer only you know
For you have called me so many different things
I stare at the four walls that are now holding me in
I stare at the four blank walls and ask
Why me?
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The Turmoil of Emotions~ It Hurts

I stare out the window
I see all those images flash by one by one
I can hear the quiver in your voice
I know how much it hurts you as it hurts me too
I can feel something hot trickling down the sides of my cheeks
I can feel my eyes welling up
I know
Because you are hurting too
Is this what arguments have brought onto us?
Is this the pain that we both are condemned to?
It doesn't make me one little bit happy in any sense.
I don't think you can see the tears rolling down my cheeks
I don't think you even know why I'm crying
For all you know
I should be whooping with joy
But I'm not
I can tell we are both hurt in our own ways
The skies the rain the rumble
The rain drops that fall
It feels as if the skies are crying with us.
There's the turmoil of emotions in me
The anguish and pain
But I guess you don't see that
I guess...
You just don't know me
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Yes..Those are the two poems that actually tell of the beginning and the ending of arguments. The pain...It's not a happy ending for anyone. As the title suggests, "Of Faults and Pain to the Heart. Hurt to all", both sides are hurt and nothing feels good. I don't know whether you are reading this. I on't know what your reaction is to this, but if words that come to me feels just the way I think it would...then, maybe as poem #2 said...you don't know me....

Till...next
Vincent...

Time for....Spring cleaning? After so long.

Well, hello people *sneezes*. Oh, excuse me for that *grabs tissue*. How's everyone doing? Fine I hope? Cause....I'm in cleaning mode right now and have no cheerfulness to go with it. Why is that? Well, let me entertain you with a short story of how it came to "Spring Cleaning".

Well, see here, once there was a boy, well, not actually a boy considering he's already 18, so he's more of like a young adult in this case but very much a boy too in all all physical state of organs from top to "bottom". Wait...a double checking to confirm. Yes, very much male. *Ahem* Yes, back to the story. So, one day, while the boy who is actually a young adult was drawing in his room on a table, he accidentally dropped his pencil and it rolled of the table to the back of a cabinet. The boy who is actually a young adult curses as any normal young adults his age do and bends over to retrieve it. LO AND BEHOLD! When the boy drew his pencil out from below the cabinet, how shock he was to see that the pencil was wrapped from top to *ahem* bottom in dust and dust balls. Staring at the pencil for a few seconds, the boy who is actually a young adult finally came to a conclusion. "I AM GOING TO DO A THOROUGH CLEANING IF MY ROOM."

So, as you may have guess now, yes, that boy who is actually a young adult is me. Yes, me. My room has been swept and cleaned only on the exterior. I have never known that behind my various cabinets and wardrobe lies a colony of dust armies and they have been steadily building their empire there. -facepalms- Okay, maybe I should have the common sense to know but all in all, it's time I go to war with the "Dust Empire". Too bad this would be a one man war, where it's me against the "Dust Armies". -Suddenly thinks of Rambo-

So yes, it's time to go to war. -picks up scythe(Broom)-
Wish me luck in cleaning and that I don't cough/choke to death when the "Dusties" strangle me.

Cheers till next~
Vincent -snaps on face mask-

CHAARRRRGGGGGEEEEE!!!!!!