Time management.

It sounds like going to a gym, managing time is the hardest chore in the house.Are you one of those people who find yourselves with a tower of paper work and dead lines to meet? Well if you are, you are not the only one.Now and then we postpone the most important tasks to do those that are fun like watching a movie more than once.It also gets frustrating when we start to involve devices for our time management. I mean how many times have you snoozed your alarm or worse and unplug the cord. Don't get me started on the paper notice, it really doesn't matter how big is the font for that reminder.

Most of us have tried the most overated time tracker-the diary.But it is also a time demanding work unless you have enough cash to get a personal assistant.
With the narrowing down of options, i fail to clearly point out a stand out solution to time management.You can always do what works for you.If you can study for test a night ere rather than a week afore, then go for it.

Colour Blind Blend.

Yesterday i took a friend for shopping, a lady by the way.I only realised what the male specie go through.I could not stand a simple grocery without hiding in the background.It will be very clumsy to go shopping with a lady next time and be asked about shoes and hand bags.Who cares if it is kangaroo pouch?

When you are married shopping is even harder ,you must deal with your lady and your kid who seem to have not received a candy vaccine to treat all that tantrums.I for one couldn't have learnt any better.

Rhytmic kick!!

I would rather buy a guitar and sleep on the couch with a bowl of cereal everynight other than listening to someone who never stop talking.Running your mouth with poetry is pretty much bad if you ask the guy who visits the dentist after a long night in the bar.

My idea of a chit chat is not having to nod my head and say "yah" or "oh" whenever someone talks.Communication is thus a very vital element of our society.You just don't need to talk, put some muscle to your words.

You can be electric about it and knock some sense to every word you might utter next time./

Pause and loss!

Hoping brows of change to see the world in your cage.Life is old and tears run cold if you mold the world a road with no ending.Maybe it is time-the end-.Turning the clock back i knock on memories and realise we have been a lock and a block to our own self consciousness.All we do is talk and walk the world a wound.

I come from the west to see the highest human hatred instinct.I saw the African face from its bone.I've felt no judgement than a statement.I've seen man mullish and foolish to polish their egos.I feel like i am lost amongst the most ghosts,you run to them for nought.

There is none to come from blood.Where do i end with these pains.I have no vivid portrait of this nude miracle,but i know how to walk around a circle of a chronicle.

Where is the caring world? The bars mark scars of infinite description in our eyes.Are we people and is life that simple for us and the crippled little doors?

We all have a motive to achieve,but we deceive our faith by wanting to receive.