Real Neat Blog Award, Thanks Kitty!

Thanks Kitty for nominating me for Real Neat Blog Award~

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Here are some of the rules for this award:

1. Put the award logo on your blog.

2. Answer 7 questions asked by the person who nominated you.

3. Thank the people who nominated you, linking to their blogs.

4. Nominate any number of bloggers you like, linking to their blogs.

5. Let them know you nominated them (by commenting on their blog etc.)

 

So this are the questions asked by Kitty:

1. Where do most visits to your blog come from?

My visitors come from various country.

2. What is your favorite sport?

Ehem….i don’t really into sports haha

3. What has been a special moment for you so far in 2016?

4. What is your favourite quote?

5. What was your favourite class when still at school?

I like the class where I was at now 🙂

6. Anything you had wished to have learned earlier?

Baking maybe?

7. What musical instrument have you tried to play?

Tried few but failed haha

 

Now my turns 😛

  1. Your name pls?
  2. When do you start blogging?
  3. Any opinion about my blog?

That’s it!

Here is my nominees:

  1. Zee
  2. booknvolume

  3. Marilyn Armstrong

  4. Harsh Reality
  5. Soul gathering

 

Busy life?

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No one is busy, it’s just a matter of priority.

And it is not about having time, it is about making time.

But i like being busy, it take your mind off something that bothering you,

And to have peace of mind.

Once Upon a Time

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“Once Upon a Time” is a poem by Nigerian writer Gabriel Okara which expresses concern for the influence of the Western world on age-old African custom.

The Poem is like this:

Once upon a time, son,

they used to laugh with their hearts,

and laugh with their eyes;

but now they only laugh with their teeth,

while their ice block cold eyes

search behind our shadows.

There was a time indeed

they used to shake hands with their hearts;

but that’s gone, son.

Now they left shake hands without hearts

while their left hands search

my empty pockets.

‘Feel at home!’ ‘Come again’:

they say, and when I come

again and feel

at home, once, twice,

there will be no thrice-

for then I find doors shut on me

So I have learned many things, son.

I have learned to wear many faces

like dresses – home face,

office face, street face, host face,cocktail face,

with all their conforming smiles

like a fixed portrait smile.

And I have learned too

to laugh with only my teeth

and shake hands without my heart.

I have also learned to say, ‘Goodbye’,

when I mean ‘Good-riddance’:

to say ‘Glad to meet you’,

without being glad; and to say ‘It’s been

nice talking to you’, after being bored.

But believe me, son.

I want to be what I used to be

when I was like you. I want

to unlearn all these muting things.

Most of all, I want to relearn

how to laugh, for my laugh in the mirror

shows only my teeth like a snake’s bare fangs!

So show me, son,

how to laugh; show me how

I used to laugh and smile

once upon a time when I was like you.