The 100th post!

I was really thinking of postings something really special for my 100th post on this blog as a way to celebrate my efforts on trying to update this blog as much as possible as I can. Sad to say, whenever I am faced with this blank page here, I somehow end up going black--as always. Thus, I promised myself to bid my time until I can finally find something really good to post here--something that should be memorable and special. 

This afternoon, I found my old shoe box where I stuffed some of my old things in--from broken down earphones, to cellphone and laptop brochures, to perfect exam papers and some other old stuff--I found a paper and written on it was a poem that I was able to write down during one of my boring days back in college.

The poem was about little boys and girls and their daily routines. I laughed when I read out the poem; I wasn't really expecting to find it in the shoe box, but I did anyway, and I thought that the poem was the perfect blog post to mark my 100th post here. In the next few paragraphs is going to be the poem itself. Mind me if my poem is a little bit childish; anyways, its about kids and what they really are anyway so I don't think you would mind going back to your childhood days. 


Here is the Poem...

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Little Boys and Girls

Rugged shirts and rugged shorts

little sniffs, little snorts

untidy hair, bruised elbows

tiny little fingers, tiny little toes

Skippydee-skip, hoppydee-hop

down-up, down-up,

blue hat, jumpy shoes

Get set, ready! It's time for some Juice!

Pony-tailed hairs with colorful ribbons, 

tiny little socks a size of mittens

Dazzling little eyes, puckered-up lips

depicts the face that launched a thousand ships

Sweet tempting scent, charming little smile

dashing pink dresses look awesome in a pile

Pick one, Pick one, pick! pick! pick!

let's not delay, let's make it quick

Tiny little boys, Tiny little girls

cropped up in a huddle with a bag full of curls

play with their toys, oh lovely rowdy boys

playing with dolls, oh lovely sweet lil' girls

All day long they rough up and play

they all get tired after without any dismay

Tiny little boys, Tiny little girls

sleep soundly at night as they snore.

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That's it. That is my self-written poem as a result of boredom back in the days. Now, why is it special to me?

Well, being a kid is one of the best things that ever happens to a human being. Growing up, they think nothing but playing all day with their friends, no problems, no fuss, just pure blissful fun with each other's company. I miss those days where all I think about is playing all day and nothing else. 

This poem, after reading it, makes me want to turn the hands of time and go back to my childhood years and play all day thinking about nothing but having a good time with the people who I call friends. 

From another reader's opinion, this post means nothing at all; it's just a poem about little girls and boys. But if they read between the lines, one can see the thousand possibilities of being human in the most inexpensive way with no feeling of remorse or anything at all. 

Happy 100th post blog! It's 100 and counting... :)