Writing is the Painting of the Voice - Voltaire

Hey dearest, You are my shining light in the dark The hope that burn deep inside me. Your oil never runs out to keep burning Though I've been in trail and tested You are the shining light I look up to The world stare dark at me all time But your shining light break it down How can I expressed my gratitude, For the comfort and warm you gave Though I walk through the darkest place I fear not, For your company is all I need And you're always beside me You are all I need and all I want. My deepest satisfaction lies with you You gave me joy like never before. Your care and concern moves my heart How can I not fall for you Dearest The world maybe dark but we'll shine Together you and me a match made In heaven and deep in our hearts. That with all our imperfection and shorts We made the best in the world.

This life is so empty. As a vessel with holes in bottom. Emptiness is all I see and found. Though I seeks volumes and mass Emptiness is what I got in return, Am tired of running around Seeking things I treasure and valued This life is so empty and vague My dreams are stolen and snatched. Little hopes of brighter tomorrow, Have been carried away in doubts. Am tired fighting this endless battle Of despair and boundless suffering Am tired of seeking a comfort here In this dark rivalry world of ours. In the night my mind confronted me, In daylight snares overshadow me, Scars is all I got to show after all. An emptiness of me        Of thoughts and          Of deeds

Your  First Maths Class at Class Four? ?.. Certainly you must be kidding around. Or maybe something went wrong with your mind today.. Haha certainly it wasn't the first time I sit in mathematics class. I would had be a fool if I said vow on it. Here's why I consider it as my FIRST Mathematics Class: As mention earlier I was in class 4(always the smallest in class) back then. I sat in usual place the 1st bench ( never got a chance to sit in second & back benches) our class teacher is Sir Bosco(he is not from our same community i.e Mao) who teaches us mathematics..Being in class 4 we are requisite to speak only in English in school and anyone caught speaking other dialect is made to carry a chart written DONKEY until he find next person.. Wow a Human Donkey is approaching us friends and people would be willing to throw insult like "Hey donkey carry me". It was insulting yet meaningful.. To avoid being given a title donkey we add the suffix "Ting" which ad...