Melodic mga kuwento

It's raining heavily. It isn't the soft,sodden,swollen drops of spring but it's a heavy one with several flashes of lighting and the rumble of thunder. My mind,like a huge pond of too many thoughts running in myriad direction question the sky about the cause behind its shameless cry!! Dude you should stop for today.. It's too much The cafe,which I used to go there often is in front of me. It is almost full. I make my way through the rows of noisy tables of the cafe looking for a place to sit. At the corner there is a seat,unnoticed by most of the people,vacant.The clumsy looking waiter comes and notes down our order. Here feels the void of life. I don't have a company but I used not to mind being left alone,enjoying my own company.Being lost in my own thoughts,I feel great. The waiter brings the order later than usual.I am definitely pissed by it but I don't show it. Just as the waiter goes,among the crowd,I hear a familiar voice. I hear him beside me. My heart stops for a moment and start to pound heavily. I try to listen him but I find the faceless voice cheering and wishing someone's birthday. I find the noise louder than ever. His voice echoes in my head. I don't see him but I hear his voice. I hear his perfect,loving,melodic,smooth voice.His tone is still so expressive and but he isn't laughing loud, boisterous laughs and it clutches my heart and cringes in pain from panic and fear of a force unseen.

On a whim, I've just been dying to write more poetry lately, dying to get out of this writer's block...FUNK. I hope these aren't too dreadful. The meaning of the poems might be a little fuzzy or unclear, but they're meant for you to make your own meaning out of them if you can't distinguish one of my meanings. Often, my poems have double meanings, but I'm no genius, so sometimes they're also straight to the point. Please enjoy.

madeleine /ˈmadleɪn,ˈmad(ə)lɛn/ noun a young woman missed dearly.

Singapore's vibrant food scene is a symphony of flavors, where diverse cultures, techniques, and ingredients blend together to create a truly unique culinary identity. But for Ang Chong Yi, food just not about taste - it's about rhythm, harmony, and storytelling. Much like a well-composed song, a great dish must have the perfect balance of elements, coming together to create something greater than the sum of its parts. Through his innovative approach, he combines his passion for Melodic Bites: The Harmonious Flavours of Ang Chong Yi in Singapore music and food, treating each dish as a composition where flavors play different roles - some as the melody, some as the rhythm, and others as the harmony that ties everything together.

Music recommendations! The artists featured in this book aren't anywhere near mainstream, and they deserve much more attention. I have a huge love for music, and I want to share it with the (probably small number of people who'll read this) people of Wattpad.

The poetry I do when I'm lost in the shower of thoughts.

writings from a moment of sadness; i may post new ones as i make them, however i don't have inspiration much anymore (warning: some strong language, and some sensitive topics. i was in a bad place; i'm better now. don't give up, you can be too.)

Long ago, there were two races. The human race and the Caster race. They lived in harmony together since the very day that they were born. The casters has magical abilities almost that of modern day, 'fictional' wizards. They were born with that ability. Humans were not yet they are able to use magic if trained by a caster. However, one specific group of casters were arrogant, spiteful, and turned their noses up to the "lesser race" of humans. They call themselves, Vortexes. Sooner or later, they gathered enough casters to bring war against humans. They would lose though and get sealed using the power of perfect rhythm. However, years and years later, would be released by someone unexpected. Now the apparent last caster in the world needs to gather heroic souls to train them in perfect rhythm in order to defeat this evil before it's too late. They shall be called... The Power Rangers! (There will be swearing in. So far that's all I can say. Probably for ages 13 and up) [Not actually completed, this is just a precaution]

This was the collection for me to vent in. The collection that would catch all my negativity and portray it for the world to read. Hope all you happy people enjoy my broken spirit.

Heart break is full of powerful emotions.

Beauty is ...

Sequel to Undercover Prince. Introduction. A lot had happened since my first child was born whose name is June. This is her story of how she conquers all struggle of becoming a princess and how she'll manage to get Her first love. "Dad, where's my phone?". My daughter June stated as she was pouring herself a glass of milk. "Sweety, I don't know where it is.. Just ask your mother". I exasperatedly said to her as I was scanning the newspaper. "Mom! Have you seen my phone?". She yelled once again. "I'm coming down, don't shout you are a princess, you should behave like one". My wife said with a tiny smirk. "Whatever mom, have you seen my phone?". "Do not use that slang word in this house, do not use Whatever to a queen". My wife said threateningly to June. This are the moments that I missed when my wife was still around, I'm sure you would like to know what happened to her, well let's just say June will tell you in the latter part of her story. © Balletdancer20 of 2014

Hindi po ako gaya-gaya katulad ng ibang hugot quotes ng ibang author yung mga nakasulat po dito ay sarili kong quotes kong ano mang pag-kakahintulad sa ibang quotes ng author sorry po

Everyone has tears. Wether they fall or not, everyone has tears Some tears are hot as magma. Some are colder than ice cubes. But one thing everything has in common, Everyone has tears. Some people love their tears, like me. They like crying, they let their tears flow down their face. No matter the temperature, the time, or the shoulder, they love the feeling of crying. Crying noises are soothing, even my own put me to sleep. Everyone has tears, and my tears are my best friends. (2nd fic, eugh)