High'ness

It's all I can feel now. Wheeeee........

Prom was a great night. I never expected to be up for Prom King and make a fool outta myself trying comedy (I really thought the word "chapathi" would inspire more laughter)

Oh well. It ended quick. Then everyone rushing about going "Take photo!!" Which we did, in abundance.

Ibra came looking like MJ. With the glove and everything.

Food was exceptional. I ate my 50 dollars worth, so Im happy.

Everyone looked a bit different yesterday, and for a bit of today.

We wanted to watch a movie afterwards, but it turned out a BIT too late for me. Sorry :(

That was that. And now I have a flight ahead of me.
A vacation in India. Flying tonight at 7. Don't fucking spam my FB or summin!

That's that. I tried improvising comedy. But I know I CAN improvise in poetry.

High'ness Of The Prom

We went forth,
With suits and dresses;
We had some hot broth,
And luckily no messes;

We had a night,
To never forget;
Cheering with might,
It's spirit I bet;

Many men,
And quite a few women;
I used a pen,
Sadly my comedy was like this "no rhyme"...

But nevertheless, We had fun!
We shall forever be;
4e5, Jokes and Puns,
We'll try to hug trees! (Haniff :))

End Of Os, And End Of Days

YEA. I know it's late to declare the O levels over, but....

O LEVELS ARE OVER!!
there!

After chem paper we went a watched 2012 and It Was So E-P-I-C!!!!!!
SO MUCH DESTRUCTION!!

Next day quenton's hse where Jerwin keeps gettin pwnd by the rest of us,
and FUN!

My table is clean.
No more braces.
New bike.
Having fun in fable.
Life is good.
So is this poem. (it was typed out, not originally written)

The Start Of The End

Well,
It's over;
Now what?

Well, we can...

Maybe ride the bus,
Go to someone's place?
Hop in with us,
We're staying for a few days;

We can play with a box,
Not just any old box;
It's one with an 'X'
Nothing else rhymes, so FOX!

Yes! we can be random too!
Let's see...
Jiggery Biggery Zoos,
In a giant bumble bee;

That seems odd and queer,
Random and a bit wierd;
Im typing it, sitting on a weir,
Im thinking, and stroking my beard;

Thats it! We can grow a beard!
And twirl it about;
Then by all we may be feared,
Though of that I doubt...

What else can we do?
Maybe a film, of the end?
We can bring the whole class too,
Together time we shall spend!

Oh joyous are we!
Look at our laughter!
Though laughter you can't see,
And that was the day after;
(or the day before,
I don't really know, anymore)

So this much we hav done,
And thus far I shall write;
Im gonna chew some gum,
No metal in my mouth tonight!

Two Sides Of The Coin

It seems all is not what it seems.
Id rather not brood on it...

O levels is drawing to a close. Only paper 1s left, and then we may be free for some time.
All the papers I expected to be killer, were quite cute and cuddly, metaphorically speaking.
The other papers were quite ok.

Oh, and Social Studies SUCKEDD!! FUCK VENICE!

Other than that, we gonna watch 2012 on 13th nov. (last paper!)
Ibra sad cuz someone is gonna go to egypt.
Hey, when you get to Cairo, find a mummy! (or rather, your daddy :))

Anyway, this work, was not written on paper. It came out on NotePad. So should be interesting. (just copy & paste here)

Two Sides Of A Single Coin

It's set the mood,
I can feel some sense.
But I can and would,
Were I not so tense.

I flip the coin!
Upon it's head

I do not want,
To relapse once more.
It does no good, (cept maybe to fill books)
And it can be a bore.

To try to laugh,
And wail instead.
That itself is funny,
A sight to be dead.

I'd reflect it all,
On the oppsite end of the net.
Were it not for un-haste,
And the cement that has set.

Past the blue,
Into the quicksilver.
From the hippie,
To the killer.

Laugh at the moon,
Smile in it's wake.
Slowly and surely,
Proper sense shall take.

It comes and goes,
In and out.
Sulk to Insane,
To know and to doubt.

And so, it ends, (for now)
My little spurt.
Written on whim, (and boredom)
It still hurts.

(to be continued...or not)
I flip the coin once more!

To be it is,
And is now.
At least relaxed,
Is the bent brow.

It seems time,
Went back.
A wish I did,
Out of the sack.

I am satisfied,
It is back to a norm.
I feel its love,
But in another form.

Friendship,
Tis land lush.
We embrace it,
Even in icy slush.

I pocket the coin!

I have here,
Two of one work;
One in clarity,
And the other in murk;

-Alias