im a unique,invincible,impossible individual.....one helluv an insomniac....kinda sensitive.....has a deep appreciation for music,art and poetry..........into fashion........a self-confessed shopaholic......chocolate addict.....has....a weird sense of humor...a flair for the eccentric....a one-of-a-kind perception of life....jeezzz....i dunno, juz find out for urself........
oh,i lovefashion. i don't carry the IT bag. and though i probably never will be a fashion designer,i'm more like a dictator of taste. :)
i always say im not very good with names.the truth is i really dont care♥i prefer keeping only a handful of real friends.and i love them fiercely♥i hate the requirements of fake friendship.sometimes i wish we could just claw each others' eyes out and call it a day :) if i like u, i can barely keep my mouth shut.if i don't like u, then u dont exist♥i get bored easily. i crave for a constant change of environment♥it doesn't take much to make me happy.keeping me happy?that's an entirely different story♥I ACTUALLY BELIEVE THAT BEING A LATE BLOOMER CAN ADD YEARS TO ONE'S LIFE :D♥i pick silly fights just for the heck of it♥i adore weirdness♥when im passionate about something, it consumes me♥my energy level peaks at night♥i always get what i want.sooner or later...one way or another♥i sail through life's storms with ease,u'll be surprised with what i've lived through♥i'd like to think im tough,without looking like it♥i can forgive.but i never forget♥i say what what i mean.i mean what i say♥im allergic to a lot of things.esp bullshit♥U WOULDN'T WANNA BE MY ENEMY♥i prefer to sleep alone.unless ur JASON STATHAM.then it's negotiable♥i hate posers and jejemonsters even more so♥im OC♥i dont work hard.I WORK SMART ;)♥i love myself to the point of narcissism.love me and i'll love u more♥im a fan of true love that spans centuries, worlds and souls♥i still believe in fairy tales♥i want a Tinseltown-worthy love story that i can proudly tell my grand kids someday♥like romeo and juliet, satine and christian, talis and callie...minus the sad ending.♥
the best thing about me is my rare ability to fall in love like it's the first time all the time♥
both haiku seemed to honor the young and the old ~ lovely ^_^
thank you ^^
You seemed to have survived the sorbetero’s offerings!
Godsong Bell
haha i sure have. but now that i’ve grown older, i’m a little more skeptical haha
You paint wonderful images with words! The photos are good too.
thank you ^^ can’t take credit for the photos in this particular post, not mine ^^
To be honest, my attention drew to the ice cream. That was the one I usually bought as a kid
haha i especially loved the ube and mango flavors! queso is ok too ^^
Queso ice cream? Really? It sounds, uh, “different.”
Tolling Bell
oh it’s good!! well some are, some aren’t. plus it totally depends on preference but some are pretty good and with cheese bits ^^
Awesome! That’s something I can relate to. The icecream seller came every day in our street. We knew that he came before he even had entered our street because his tinkling bell we could hear from far away. Thank you for bringing back this childhood memory
haha yeah, one could hear the faint sound of that bell from a distance ^^ it’s like it’s allowing one enough time to run downstairs and out of the house and to the street haha
“dirty ice cream”! what an expression! Two well-painted glimpses there – first as clear as a photograph – with sound…the second too…pigeons then children!
that’s what we call it here haha! “dirty” ice cream ^^ the manner of preparation and handling must surely be questionable. my mom strongly forbade me to buy it but i got green-eyed every time i saw other kids.picture me crying by the window.lol but for the love of ice cream, i eventually managed to get some.we don’t have ice cream trucks of course so Mr. Sorbetero is definitely an epic part of a Pinoy’s childhood ^^
I remember that tinkle so well !!
Nicely contrasting feelings from both haiku, I can’t even pick the favourite one. Well done, KZ!
thank you ^^ i like how this prompt enabled us to reflect our various cultural backgrounds.. the interpretations are so varied! ^^
Love the first one.
Second was a surprise.
Back in the 50′s an ice cream vendor would peddle around on a contraption like a bicycle with an ice box mounted on it some how.
I had forgotten about it.
Old memory renewed.
Cheers!
JzB
hmm some peddlers here still don’t have bicycles.. they walk on foot pushing their metal ice cream thingy that has two wheels ^^
Oh I do recall the ice cream man so vividly, now that your poem reminded me!
The first one is haiku perfection, the second one brought childhood memories.
It was hard to listen to the mournful eulogy when there is sorbet !
hahaha i believe that sorbet has caused a lot of distraction.. and i remember the ice cream vendors outside church during mass