The Other Side

Not using my computer. Network problem. Hate using this computer. The keyboard feels like a typewriter, *click click click*

Damned

Still listening to Relapse.

It must be the ganga.

Haha!!

But Green Day have done badly, or so I think. 21st century breakdown aint that good. What happened to giving it to the man!! what happened to Fucking The System!!! *sigh* they've toned down. they could have suceeded SOAD....so sad....

MT intensive program is a killer!! tamil from morning to evening. I could die talking tamil. Hopefully get a frickin A for this monday's O lvls and get it done.

Still the same aint it?? apparently there is some competetion. meh...I still see no response. Im gonna try and catch the right train tommorow. Maybe lucky eh?

So whats going through you mind now? Still ignoring I can see. Yellow letters on a pale white screen and Im staring at it trying my best to highlight em. At least here its highlightable. Is that bad? ah well. Nothing is hidden. Except the blatancy. I dont know what sparked. But dont douse this flame!! I won't say it yet. Fear stops me from typing it ( plus this darned keyboard ).

I hav written my 100th poem!!! (a few days ago). A century baby!! and this is the 100th poem. The title fits I guess.

Century

The number,
Of two zeroes;
And so far,
I thank the heroes;
Of he lays;

To those who hurt,
Or are victim to;
And those once in dirt,
Now out of the blue;
Into the lays;

To the insanity,
That is bred,
To unravel humanity;
In all heads;
Thus the lays;

And to the recent,
Depressional emotion;
Descriptions run indecent,
With no real notion;
To the lays;

Many more will,
Count unto more;
Maybe not till,
The world of words,
Is a bore;

But a Century,
A hundred;
An acheivement,
That is done-ded;
Aliatic moment;

Must Be The Ganja

YEAH!!! WHOOP!!

RELAPSE IS OUT!!

Slim Shady Has Outdone Himself!!!
Listening to the new CD!!

And in other news.....

*nothing*

not really nothing. Its just I don't know what Im doin, how or not and why. Questions race in my head like *whoop*.

Mid Yr SUCKED. failed Bio BY TWO MARKS!!! TWO FUCKING MARKS!!!!!!
Didnt noe a shit bout Human Reproduction ( sex duh! )
Its harder than I thought. Who knew SO much was involved(!!!)

Ah well. Nothing else really.
Have to motivate myself and study.
Oh man. Oh well.

I dont know how it sparked or why. At least talk instead of the hints ( which I cant read on your blog ). U replying my msges to be polite or whut? I see u turn away when u see me. I see u think to yourself why Im there. At least talk or may it go back to where it used to be. I dont like this. Please I beg of you. At least talk. I think it went off wrong. I dont know if its me or something U hav or dont. OR WHAT!!! ARGH!!!!! I just dont anymore....I dont noe what I feel, why I feel, and how to feel. Should I even feel???

Ive delved into my senses. Or out of em

Insanity Streak

Insane,
Mundane;
As each day,
Is a new pain;

Feel the sight,
Of burning pitch;
As you taste the sound,
Of falling ditch;

See the touch,
Of scalding skin;
Smell the taste,
Of bitter jerkin;

There is a streak,
As my head leaks;
It shall leave me,
My mind and soul weak;

Insanity, Grips you;

To the definity,
Of the infinity;

When the skies taste blue,
I fell overdue;

Insanity Streak

My computer went down for a week. Strange.

I wanted to prove the theory that the world has gone Insane. I turn on the radio and hear Lady Gaga is No. 1 and I have the proof. So yea. Insanity is everywhere.

Im on poem # 95. Thats cool. nice number don't you think?? 95 95 95 95 95 95 95 95 95 95 95 !!!!

Now I know that elation only lasts for a maximum of 6 hours. At least I think the card was opened. I don't know. I know nothing no more.

Relapse coming out tommorow!!!!
SHADY IS BACK BITCHES!!!!!!

Here is one of the 95....9595959595.

Belated Elation

As my elation,
Turns to belation;
I still wait;

To give,
But a gift;
A covering drape;

Shutting my mouth,
Closing my heart;
A face of Frowns,
Of playing cards;

As I enter a cycle neverending,
I wonder just, if;
This is just nevermending,
Sort of blunder-ish;

Once I see, you,
Stepping out;
I grow tense;

Inside bleeds,
Doubt;
Of crossing the Fence;

A short smile,
Of thanks;
Sends me a mile;

A fly,
and laugh;
For only , though, a while;

I await,
Another;

Hopefully Its Just In The Timing

Im gonna hide in a box..If I can find one big enough.

Im gonna just wait. But I can't to just giv a frickin GIFT. My record is 9 trains.

*sigh* Must CONCENTRATE on MID-YEAR!!!


Is it hate?? Or Ignorance??

I need to know.

I shall know.


*IN OTHER NEWS*
I Got the thrid BOOK!! Thank You Ms Chia!!!!! Penned down the stuff I wrote over the 2 weeks. The story of Alias LIVES ON!!


I actually remembered one of my weird dreams. Maybe its cuz I listened to Yellow Submarine before sleeping. Lol. Penned it down. I don't think it has so much a deep meaning. Should have..considering Its MY dream..I kid I kid...

Utopic Dream

My eyes may sleep,
But my mind flies;
My soul weeps,
For no reason it cries;

Wandering,
On a plain meadow;
Wondering,
Who invented the shadows;

Looking up at the sky,
Marvelling at the blue;
Looking down, and Oh My!
They are flying away, My shoes;

I run and chase,
As they fly on;
Then the hands of the clock face,
Turn backwards to Morn;

Dew drops,
And grey sky;
Like many mops,
Where one dies;

A spark, and a flash,
Breaks the serenity;
Then a loud crash,
Sounding to infinity;

As the torrents fall,
I run around;
Till the hallowed halls,
Of a cave I found;

Crawling within,
Shivering cold;
In a loud din,
Hearing thought nor word;

A rose stood alone,
In that dark hole;
In my eyes it shone,
Reminding me of gold;

But reaching out,
It bends away;
Full of doubt,
The sky turns to clear day;

Looking down again,
The rose looks withered;
I weep for its bane,
Into earth it slithers;

Burn Utopia!!

There Must Be Some Kinda Way Outta Here

Im addicted to Hendrix and System Of A Down.'

THERE MUST BE SOME KINDA WAY OUT OF HERE!!!



Im still down... I wanna finish this shit, but coincidences fail me....*sigh*...I'll get there....HOPEFULLY

Nothing much else to write...Its inked on my palm...Had to scrub for half hour cuz got exam...lol

enjoy this one

Laments

Talking and walking,
Mocking or shocking;

Thy reaction should concur;

Whispers and misses,
Waiting and praying;

To stay in cover;

Do more or emo,
Wickets and thickets;

This is how I am;

Hiding shoe, or what to do?
Crying as I am writing;

Thus I am damned;

A life as such,
Is not really much;
I need a path,
Other than writing art;

Writing lament,
Dying attempt;