Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Ignorance and other things...

Well, to the last post, lets say nothing happened.

Ignorance is bliss, so I choose to not include that existence...


I'll finish this later...I can't do anything for now.

EDIT!! (23rd july 2009)

ok...so nvm what I said there, it dosent matter!

So, on the important stuff....

Erm, lets see,

Nazem is great with compliments thats all I can say. Basket, pick the RIGHT time to praise me.

Then after that "dei, I was kidding, you suck!" lol. fucker...in a nice way...

Hmm, Neeraj will die soon.
Bugger go help 3E3 against 3E4 and never say!

He went for nationals ynow!! poor sec 3s were slaughtered by him. If I was there, just like that, Knock off each point on em all!!

what to do tell me....E5 like that, remedial end late...basket...

Then also kena a fucking (YES I SWORE!!! FUCKING) 120 punches.
Swore like mad that day cuz of nothing. lol. haha. Fuck!...Im crazy.

Something I don't know.

Ibra needs speech training.
Dei, keep a straight face and shoot. Then it will stab. You want a proper satisfaction!! ah...fuck...nvm...

Isabelle was fascinated by my poems and wanted one..bout her.(wtfish)
So here...ur dedication!

Ho Is A Bell'e

Someone wants,
A rhyme dedication;
So one rolls out,
With no hesitation;

A description,
In a sum of words;
Like counting damned feathers,
Off every passing bird;

A debatable reserve, (who had a stomach ache)
A past, serving-learner;
Congruent triangles,
May for a while haunt her;

I have been used too,
At one time;
A skin tone mannequin,
A dark brown mime;

Thou pestered and joked,
By Jew and Tree hugger;
You'd mighty well laugh,
Or come off a shrugger;

Friday, July 17, 2009

Fuck You

Im gonna dedicate this whole damn post to the fucker(s) who make this post possible.

The world loves to fuck around with me eh? seems so...Its like I can't get peace in some matters.

The latest?
I am apparently some weird staring dude.
BUT I CANT GET ANYTHING ELSE.

"oh its personal!"
fuck sure, Im not allowed to know what I am, that which is supposedly uncomfortable.

And who are 'they'?
Some wierd people I dont know? Martians? ( No Offence to any real ones...Im just saying in a nice way)
Or just 'them'?

Its annoying. Oh then get pissed at ME for saying,
"fine, dont wanna say, dont..."

eh? whats the fucking thing!! I dont get it!!
Explain or dont bother bringing it up...ignorance is bliss.

I want bliss. If ignoration shall help me, so be it.
I will start on tuesday if it dosent show its ugly head.

If you don't give a shit, I won't even try.
Thanks for fucking up this blog entry.

Oh don't worry, there has to be something written poetically as well!!
Here, suck this.

Perverse

Trust has waned,
Like a fading moon;
It shall be thy bane,
And a favoured boon;

Yes, I am perverse,
Only though, in speech;
But just try to reverse,
My homophobic breach;

I see the icy stares,
And looks of disapproval;
At least it is just bare,
Not hidden as usual;

Think as you may,
Hear what you will;
What you may say,
Is only half the pill;

You think Im sick eh?
Your good friend is gay;

Monday, July 13, 2009

103 days to that O. the BIG O.

Yea lazy to blog abit...lol

Come and see the tagboard then like nothing like that...
Ah what else...Nothing.

Ive taken to Sid's advice of biding time. Seems to be ok.
Anyway, Im not emo abt it. I hav a philosophy. Hakuna Matata.
Yes timon and pumba from Lion King taught it to me. personally.

So Im quite ok. Wish Ibra would learn that.

I applied for the DPA into Ngee Ann for Aerospace...Hopefully I get in.
And we made a grp in skool. to stop swearing,
C.O.N.V.I.C.T.
The Council Of Non-Vulgar and Incredibly Clean Talk

We swear not to swear.

So another from the 4th book.

Fsck

Fsck it,
Team without the 'i';
My tongue Ive bit,
Oh...Oh my!

Creation of swear,
A human affinity;
The moment we dare,
To spell profanity;

Words of anger,
With anger in words;
Bending those wire hangers,
And scolding the birds;

Fsck this,
Fsck that!
Oh Shzt,
That's bad;

A sucker punch,
Of language;
Fsck you!

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

After The Funk Subsided

Oh man it's a drag...
Hmwk overdue...more work...I HAV TO SIT AND CONCENTRATE.
But no. Im the distractable one!

Oh look a butterfly, Swathi would scream...

Oh look Mr Ant...was'nt he on Nhita's screen?

Oh look a big toe!! wait...it's mine...

see!! I hav to find a way to sort this out...QUICK!

Well, I followed advice and NO REACTION. Hahahaha...I feel screwed...
Ah fuck...Yogi happens to be a good fortune teller so far...thanks man...really helpful!
Just get me a shoebox I would, but he's fucking pushing me in and saying "STAY THERE!"

Ah well, life...shitty, funny, funky, (insert other descriptive words) thing it is...

FINISHED BK III...hahah
TO BK 4!!

Here's a work, in appreciation of my good warm wiggly toe friends...SOCKS

Socks

They keep warm,
Cozy and snug;
Like being wrapped,
In a wool rug;

But a rug is heavy,
To drag about;
If you tied me to one,
For my foot I'd shout;

But these things,
Are made brilliant;
Everyone should have a pair,
Even Mr. Ant;

It makes walking,
On the moon, smooth;
With a cool air,
It sets the mood;

Wriggling toes,
And clammy hands;
There are many,
Of this brand;

SOCKS!!

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Advised and Done'ded

Its done'ded.
Ive taken the advice relavant and acted upon it.
And nearly shook my legs clean off. And the answer?

A terse nod and a confused look. I don't get it!

What now...Still awaiting confirmation of an action. Everytime I hear the phone buzz, I go empty inside, before opening it and seeing its from someone else.

Anti-climactic and annoying...

So I can say I am actually seeing some light somewhere in my dark, just can reach for it.
Please, let this last!!

Meh, Its no use starting it again...I'll throw myself into a cliff of dark then.

Simple work.

Pill Kill

Stand up comedy,
Sitting down;
Going to your funeral,
In a wedding gown;

You're out of wack,
Acting insane;
Everything is back,
Out of pain;

Ironical will,
An opposite thought;
A purple,
Seems you have bought;

You reach a high,
Before tumbling low;
You see the sky,
Before meeting the floor;

Roll around,
Laughing and howling;
Then sit on a mound,
Of the doomed still mourningl

Beware,
For the pill,
Kills;