Attempt at Poetry 3: Hello World!
Hello World! is all I need to do
Yet it’s difficult to fill in the shoe
The CPU is hot, the fan is loud
But I’m still stuck on feeling proud
For the few lines of code that I sowed
Yet a lot of work is still pending
But I’m busy pretending
That I’m working hard
Just staring at the to-do card
Without progress in the project yard
I’m physically fine, not feeling tired
But mentally, I’m just expired
Being unproductive might be my new hobby
Just so I can skip talking to my old lobby
Every week, I plan to do something new
But I just end up covering the week’s due
Attempt at Poetry 2: Dear Time
Dear Time, Can I get time to meet you?
It seems that I have no clue,
I left my crew,
And I am feeling blue.
But still, I am chasing you.
I lost bad habits and some good friends,
I quit the internet and some trends,
I’m trying to make amends,
But still, can’t manage my spends.
No, I have enough cash to survive,
But I’m not able to thrive,
I’m missing my drive,
Is there something wrong with my life?
An Attempt at Poetry
Oh dear world, what have you done to me?
I was unavailable, but now I am free.
Well, I am not free, but I am exhausted.
The work I have done doesn’t need to be boasted.
I have chosen to be poetic because I am bored.
The opinions in this post are to be ignored.
The shenanigans of work are not to be shared.
The details of my life are not to be aired.
I am generally always happy,
But you might feel that I am crappy.
The Art of Ice-Breaking
Dear Readers,
This is some Lion King shit, so strap in. And yes, I know the irony of me—telling you how to talk to strangers. But hey, this is about breaking the ice—professionally or socially—and I’ve recently dusted off some old lessons. So, let’s dive in.
The Ice-Breaking Regret 🔗
Ever walked away from a situation thinking, “Why didn’t I say that?” Me too. As a kid, I was basically a walking TED Talk, waltzing up to strangers and dropping absurd, possibly made-up facts (like an 83% stat straight out of Barney Stinson’s playbook). Now? I rehearse conversations like my social life depends on it, only to chicken out when it’s time to actually use the script.