Emotional Quotient, With A Physical Remainder

Im stagnant.

Just here.

Im still.

What should I do??....Man I sound hopeless right?....

Im ROFE.
Rolling On The Floor Emo!!!......*sigh*

Still no book...I NEED A NEW BOOK!!!..I have too much to write...

Im still waiting....and shall....

Perhaps Coincidences shall happen.....

One of the works to be in Book III, BUT THERES NO BOOK!!!!! ( written on a foolscap pad...thats just weak )

Pondering Questions

Why?
Why, Oh Why!

Was it something,
I said,
Or did;

If I die,
Looking up at the sky;

'You' is what I think,
I am dead,
But to bid;

What now,
Do I do;

Run away.
Never looking back,
To never return;

Or think how,
To you, I woo;

And thus I may,
With my feet in a sack,
I shall roll my turn;

I shall wish,
Upon the star;
You shine the brightest,
Among them;

High and Mellow baby, Like weed in a bottle

My week just went down...I don't know why.

Whenever I try, I can't get anything out of it. I had plans to wait, ending up with just a look. Not even those smiling eyes Id seen otherwise.

Last saturday I was high. HIGH high. Only got higher after that gig supporting Freaks Of Adroit. They're music was high and mellow. Like smoking weed without endangering my health. That kinda music can drug a guy.

That was the high point. After that, everything went down. Sms, and no reply (probably tired). Sunday, Msn, like nothing like that. argh....dang. Ok, didnt want to disturb If I was ( AM I???) and today tried to come late to 'coincedentally' meet. too early lol :) Then tried waiting till 5, But the whole group came. So I didnt pack up and go like that...( Ibra also abandon early)...heh heh...but he left his handphone pouch, which I shall keep till tommorow. Not even a look, or that smile or a WAVE. What Am I Doing? ( or NOT doing?).

Im going to follow in terms of cricket, 11 wickets, and not base ball, 3 strikes. But Id rather not get my 3rd wicket with no runs. ( Those peeps who play the sport will know what I speak of here).

I was high and Ive hit a new low. Things never did seem THIS bad...

I want to write more, But not enough space in book. I can only write the REALLY good shit. (partly bcuz Nhita thought she had the book spec I wanted..WHICH WASNT)

Hav fun, with or without this....I cant really do anything can I........lol....I sound hopeless.......hahaha....Im mad....or going there....

HELP ME!!!

I Am High On You

What should I do,
I feel so empty;
Feels like hiding in a shoe,
Free from any sympathy;

For the braved approach,
Leaves me in the dust;
It is nothing I poach,
Eyes burnt, Nose sore of must;

I am high on you,
Warm and mellow;
But I also feel blue,
Like weed on a meadow;

I am left only,
Myself to blame;
I am now lonely,
With my soul in flame;

To put it out,
I know not, how;
Should I scream and shout,
Or just end it now;

It lives with thee;
My answer and key;

THIS IS FOR YOU!!!

Russian Roulette With Only 1 Empty Spot

Somehow things are shaping up. Hope it stays that way. If anything tumbles now, its alot to pickup in a short time. School is becoming more and more like kolangal. My tamil peeps will noe what Im talking bout there. So much shit and crap. *sigh*....life.

Today Mr Heng gave another speech on enviromentalism. They are having a tree huggers convention. Im sorry to all you supporters, But I lost my faith in it after seeing the statistics of the USA...44% of em think this is bullshit and they take 40% of the world's oil. If they cut down, I will join this movement. Mr Heng believes in Karma, But I beleive in my deserved gratification....and Not sacrificing for the white men of the west. (thats not rasicst)..

Ive started and I hope I dont crash and burn. If not that is strike two and that scar will bury DEEP...dang...looks like this shit spreads....anyway......

I had this sudden desire to play russian roulette, which I cant do here. So the next best thing, is write bout it. yea....random ideas....great innit?

The Gun Barrel Dare

Russian Roulette,
With a special 9mm;
But I can bet,
Its better than some egg-beater;
Click!

One round, you're safe,
But it does not end there;
To a hair's breadth shave,
The gun barrel dare;
Click!

The tension builds,
And so does the wait;
But it does not kill,
And you take the bait;
Click!

It is a card game,
As you call, five aces;
As a chase, you're lame,
The sight of many faces;
Click!

The last one, hoping it is'nt you;
All or none;
Click!
Its all over now;
Bang!

It Feels Soo Good To Be Back

Damn this blog is dead....or in the grave waiting for the dirt to fall in. I don't know what Im doin or WHERE Im going. damn....And school also irritating. Ive given up on telling some dudes what to do if ur'e just gonna give that murder stare anyways!!

Ms Gopal took my letter writing and gave the whole class a good look and analysis of it. But thats not enough see!! SHE TOOK IT TO 5N2 as well....Yogi almost laughed his ass off seeing me!!...dang....

Speech Day Parade coming soon. And we all marching like crazy. NCC GOT NEW RIFLES....and the first thing Mr Siraj wanted me to do, was paint the nozzle green.......great job. Oh and I passed napha....jumped and did 1 pull-up and dropped...Mr Chan wondered why I couldnt do it but could run. I gave him a nice story of how tummys are more aero-dynamic....and that rippling abs cause drag. He kinda smiled.....

And here is for that soap opera in BTVSS for sec 4s....Our Grp

The Story's Story

Sex changing,
Mind breaking;
Sock whopping,
Hell coming;

Evolving problem,
Changing faces;
Little hoodlums,
Little chases;

Chapters written,
Yet nothing is done;
Pride has been bitten,
In you're throat is a lump;

In and out,
They come and go;
Put on a pout,
Inside screaming NO!!

Find the solution,
The light so bright;
Resulting fusion,
Two sides of a bloody fight;

Do what you should,
Or do as you would;