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;

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;

Guess What Im Thinking Right Now.....

Im procrastinating so much....I forget to blog...haha!! Lets see....came back from Adam Khoo workshop (where leroy and andrea made us laugh) and was SO motivated to study. Of course being motivated and ACTUALLY doin it is different...I'll get there.

School is fun...If you call it that. Accompanied Part 'C's on their trainfire for SAR 21 at HQ. I hate some of those idiots there sometimes. Some are very good while others are just suckers wanting a nice kick! SAR rocks!! cocking the rifle is SOO damned easy...better than M16. But the stripping arrangement is kinda wierd...m-16s one is more neat!

E5 won cheer competetion for sec 4s...but not overall...In a wierd turnout it was awarded to a SEC 1 CLASS!!! SEC 1!!!!!!!!! its like the first time!!! F*** THE SYSTEM!!! Sports heats was nice.....Harris didnt reply when I said "HI" when running 100m...said he was CONCENTRATING!!! haha...

Heres the one I said Id put up soon but procrastinated......yay.....

Slaver Of Economy!

Rest now,
You knave;
So how,
Do you crave?

You slobber,
And shudder with fear;
So sober,
Drowned in vice of beer;

The whip of life,
Cracking in the air;
Slicing like knife,
On so skin so bare;

You slave on,
After you 'education';
Why then are we born,
To delay our rightful gratification;

A bubble shall rise,
On out footsteps;
Then fall beyond size,
Near death's doorstep;

I am a proud citizen,
Of the free economy;
And a slave to its whims;

That is thy pledge undertaken!

New People And New Revelations....ooooohh!!

Midway through common tests and bio is shaping up to the INTERESTING chapter...neff said I think! I dont get Chemistry....weird elements and shtuff (shtuff= Shit +Stuff). I see a BIG event at skool but NO BLOOD....or at least punches or somewhat.....I kid I kid.....No one shld really get hurt...

Found a new friend on facebook by the name of Reena Chand. DP looked like some 18yr old and shes 15!!.....Mr Joshua Tan has gone to reservice and the whole school misses him :( Joined the "we miss mr joshua tan" grp on facebook. lol! Seems like the world is goin haywire.....at least my backlog has FINALLY CLEARED UP!! whee!...freedom for 2 seconds!! Im unsure of this whole "education" thing....so todays work is!!! about it!!!!!!!

k I left book 2 in skool....so sad.....one of the Unwritten ones then...next post I shall talk of this stupid system we hav....

Untitled Person, Speak

The deceiver,
You talk;
The believer,
Shall mock;

After speech,
You stop to stare;
I breach,
You are left bare;

You pull the door,
A bid to close;
Fall on the floor,
Break hooked nose;

You fiend,
You snake;
But indeed,
Its for your sake;

The Uncommon Common Tests Are Here!!!

Common tests are here I usually woudnt be studying hard for maths. But this is an unusual year for us all....I hate circle properties. School is shaping up to really really suck! and rock at the same time. Ms Gopal seems to really hate facial hair...maybe if she was able to grow her beard, she would know how cool it is to scratch your chin with one! I kid I kid..( I heard she actually READS her students blogs...so better safe to not go into it ).

Some people should just piss off...or be sent to somewhere like MARS. People maybe like Bush, or other americans of his state of mind....or some others I cant name for sake of personal health. ( If u come beat me up, you have a guilty consience ) I just wanna finish my O levels and play WoW for 2 months and probably not see the sun. Ok maybe not soooo extreme. But on the last paper, Im gonna stop by a game store, but WOTLK and a game card and come home and not get off it till they call me to get my results. Or until my mom calls me for dinner, whichever seems better at the point of time.

I have FINISHED part 1 of book 2 of my alias works. Part 2 has been attached behind so now its a whole book and not 2 seperate ones, though they can be seperated if needed. One of my last works was this. ( I have a new entry about a certain...creature.....in my school.....might put it up in later posts...like when Im safe )

This work refers to the turn of events I see in school:

The Game

The ball rolls,
Hither and tither;
The power it holds,
Is all but bitter;

The ball does not blame,
Nor is it a reason;
It is the leg so lame,
That commits the treason;

These gaping holes,
And expanding relations;
The distance of poles,
Is your joint creation;

It takes two,
To create and issue;
Proven true;

I help thee,
Be open;
To be free,
Soak in;

Forgive,
Maybe not forget;
To give,
Is better to get;

Be ready,
To relieve;
It is deadly,
So believe;

The ball,
The player;
I have called,
For a prayer;
The blessing is in your hands,
Amen, Om, and everything else;

Happy/Merry Valentines Day

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY. [and im alone ): ]But thats beside the point. You ppl out there who actually HAVE you-know-who, have fun!! Came back from chemistry remedial even more confused about the whole solution-things-getting-electrolysed. (I dont get the aqeous and molten thing). So then today was me,myself and Alias. Not even WoW to have fun...daaaamn! *sigh*.....I dont noe weather I want O lvls to come QUICKER or SLOWER....man life sux sometimes......


Poem spurt ended today, with a 3-page on valentines which I might or might not post. I have to filter it out first, then there may only be like 4 lines left! So todays is from my spurt, a story of a Raven, two actually.

The Brothers Raven

Ever watching,
Out of sight;
Eye catching,
Feet so light;

In the Raven Hold,
Crows' Dark Nest;
Ending a flight so bold,
Three arrows in his breast;

Yet he flew,
A mile or so;
At last he blew,
A breath no more;

He fell from the sky,
A dropping stone;
Seeing him die,
Grey Raven mourn;

He took flight,
And so did an arrow;
In fire did it light,
And passed through his marrow;

He cried out in pain,
As proud feathers burned;
It seemed in vain,
As he flapped and turned;

He saw the ground,
Coming closer and closer;
He felt the sky,
Ebb farther and farther;

He thought of his Sire,
Lord Raven'Kor;
He sent love to his mother,
Lady Fair-wing;

He gave upon his brother,
A proper earned passing;
He fell on him, burning feather,
The dusk not masking;

Thus the Brothers,
Of Raven Hold;
Passed through the ashes,
Into the unknown;

May their wings,
Fly then forth;
The Eternal Nest waits for thee!

Life Can Kiss My Ass! ( "Butt" not "ass" for those of you )

Man Life sucks... Biology. A veeery boring subject (to me) complimented by a teacher who only flaunts and dosent really teach. BUT it's easy to score. Physics. an AWESOME subject, with a teacher so good, wise and in a lame way funny. BUT it takes a lot to score well. Why does life screw us this way I wonder.

Becoming a fan of Queen. you know....QUEEN....WE WILL WE WILL....ROCK YOU ROCK YOU!! with a name like that, they are all men. and brits. So Tie Your Mother Down!!! (its a song...dont jump on your mom with a rope, you are insane). suddenly hit by a poem spurt today. Wrote like 3 or 4 in a span of 30 minutes. Just hit me I guess. Im almost done half of the 2nd book already. This is gonna be an epic book collection to take out when I become an old fogie....and reminesence on the good old days......This was one of the works I did.....

The Wandering Murder of The Vagabond

What was over,
Has actually begun;
And moreover,
In your hand is the gun;

Fire it now,
Let it be done;
Only then shall they bow,
The Father and The Son;

But the dead,
Do not speak;
You lie on a bed,
Past the peak;

Die alone,
Vagabond;

Relapse, so guess whos back

Pity this world, and all who live in it. I really do. Life SUX....at least to those close I know and see, feel too! WHY OH WHY? does the shadow of suspicion and decpetion lie near me?

Life sux for the person I see everyday. He has thoughts and ideas but is beset by the problems everywhere. they hav been there since sec 1.

School is fine now. Got until feb 17th to finish up my WoW biziness. then MUGG with a MUG of milo. Os and not the sweet, sugar-crusted cereal, the hard, white and black ones that decide where u go! I wanna drop bio because its kinda boring. my mom says no.....for now.......hahahaha...

Ive got to be more responsible but Im too lazy to step up to the plate sometimes. Id rather stand by the side lines and watch this world roll by. got my 2nd book. So the works continue. The book is full of the line "my life, my copyright", so I made one on that. And finally Im gonna get Relapse, the latest album from eminem, Slim Shady and marshall mathers!! YEA

enjoy.........or dont........ur choice....

.Aliatic. Trademarked Copyright

My life,
My copyright;
I dive,
Out of sight;

Over ride, my life work;
Push aside, Into shady murk;

I am back,
Cat out of the bag;
It is not secret,
Pulling on my throat gag;
The kick of the stag,
Falling into crag;
Never to be seen again;

You change me,
I do not see;
The reason why,
My choices die;
One set unto death,
Unto what was not to be met;

Guess Whos Back...After the New Year!!!

yea Its been awhile....a long WHILE....dont come on as much cuz I dont get the feeling that anyone is actually coming here......*sigh*.....so why bother posting ANYWAY!!! so leave SOME comment or the other in the tagboard to the right>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>


Today....was an INTERESTING day......came back from school at 9.30....PM....(actually to be dismissed at like 10...but lets not go there eh?)....and wow this year's new cohort are wonderfully....irritating and a TAD bit stupid...or some of them. The 1 E3's this year...no offence.....suck a bit! I mean my class 3 years ago held that position so great and 6 years before that the E3 were the best...of the best bested best......kinda. And they are SOOO f**king pampered!!! They won't listen to a sh** you say and just think they are sooooo good.....and they waste soooo much of their food...and it is'nt so much!!! Kids nowadays.....and we cant touch em either....cuz the parents care TOO MUCH!!! "Oh why did u do this to my child?? Why does the school want to kill him??? WHY WHY WHY!!!??". And this might have been for a light tap on the cheek! PARENTS!! LEARN TO BEAT YOUR KIDS...A BIT!!! Not too much and not totally never....just the balance! YIN AND YANG....ynow......

So this work was just written like out of nowhere....depicts the SAME stuff I usually mention.....

.Aliatic. Great Fort

I have seen,
I have felt;
Never had been,
Made to melt;
With which stone now pelt;

But it now,
Is a fort;
Harder than steel;
Not to allow,
But keep out;
I cannot help but feel;

Yet there is the tower,
The lone up, looking up;
See it and cower,
Dinking from your great cup;

It is not without bane,
But with itself;
Myself,
A feeling not sane;
Herald! come he,
"To Not, Or To Be", so thus unto me;
But he has said, what said,
He now lays dead, Hes bloody head;
Laid upon the traitor's bed;

The new negotiations,
Start now;
The authentication,
Now bow;

Ho Ho Ho.....Holy Cow, We're going back to School!

Its passed like a passing cloud. A cloud of utter dis control and freedom. Holidays are coming to an end...hopefully I will finish those wretched assignments. I've lost ALL or most touch with maths...CRAP! But my physics seems the same, and chemistry and biology..same and shitty. Merry Chirstmas in advance to everyone. I am gonna spend christmas morn doing work...Its not my holiday anyway. Wondering how the first day is gonna be...*sigh*....

And as promised...the edited version of the OSL poem. The one Edited by a certain Mr Joshua Tan Wei Siang. Its not bad or anything....just more viewer friendly...still MY RIGHT OF SPEECH....The last post was the REAL one I wrote from DEEP DOWN....k maybe not so deep...I only had a few hours....Now the words I could have used come out...never mind that....enjoy.

OSL .VoWiR'GoViW.

This trip we call OSL,
One we feared,
Would be where we fell;
Our head too high,
In our so called pride;
In our cloud of greed,
Beyond need;
This trip some dread,
While others love;
But when we said,
We would serve;
To show love to this wretched world;

So we came,
And we built;

We built walls,
And broke ours down;
We cemented a foundation,
While strengthening our bonds;

We cooked, built and made a team,
To serve; And fulfil the OSL dream;

We do not need a reason to serve,
But serving for this very reason,
We enter a new world;

I teach you,
So you,
May teach me;

We have all learnt something,
Which is enriching;

Even that,
Which is thrown as waste;
Is used to make,
That which we taste;

So it is done,
All in all;
But do you think,
You have answered the call?

If you have,
Hold your head high;
If you feel not,
Do not cry;

Merely take the chance,
Do not demand;
That is beyond need;

It is easy to learn hello,
But harder for a goodbye;
When we leave Cambodia,
May it be on a new high;

(The title is in code...see if you can decode it...It WILL take alot of time..this I assure you)

So ends 2008...with me still worrying about 2009....

The year is drawing to a close....so soon...And im so worried about next years 'O' levels. Not worried but more of anxious...The OSL experience is still running through my head. And what better way of reminding myself than my snglish assignment. The title was "Looking back over the past year, What particular event or experience do you remember clearly, and why?" Well DUH! OSL!...what else.....

Well here's the continuation work of the OSL experience. This is the raw ver. of a poem I wrote for the OSL experience. It was edited by a certain Mr Joshua Tan Wei Siang! Im gonna put the edited one up also. Its not bad...just more audience friendly I guess! And in other news...I'VE FINISHED MY FIRST BOOK OF WORKS! Imagine that...a WHOLE BOOK...now for book 2...haha...

OSL .Realiatic.

This trip we call OSL,
One that seemed,
Like a trip to hell;
This trip some dread,
But love;
That, when we said,
We'd serve;
To show love to the world;

So we came,
And we built;

We built walls,
And broke ours down;
We cemented a foundation;
And strengthened our own bonds;

We cooked, built and made a team;
Capable of so much,
To fulfil the OSL dream;

We do not need a reason to serve,
But serving for this very reason,
We enter a new world;

I teach you,
You teach me;
We can all learn something;

Even that,
Which is thrown as waste;
Is used to make,
That which we taste;

So it is done,
All in all;
Do you think,
You have answered the call?

If you have,
Hold your head high;
If you feel not,
Still do not cry;

For as long,
As the heart wants to give,
Your heart shall,
Give their wants;

Merely take the chance;
Do not demand, that beyond need;

Singapore; Futuristic City Or Hectic Lifestyle Of Doom?

So back from Cambodia. AND EVERYONE IS SAYING THE SAME DAMNED THING. that Cambodians lifestyle is so much simpler and easier. Guess what the Cambodians are thinking..."Singapore is so much more great, mordern." Its like back in the cold war, Stalin showed the people of the USSR the life of americans to show how corrupt they are and the people commented on the living style. The US showed the Americans the life in russia to show how bad it was and the Americans commented on the secure life they had there. The Grass Is Always Greener On The Other Side.

Oh and I got this WONDERFUL book. Stupid White Men by Micheal Moore. Look it up. Read it. Be enlightened. Here's another work I did in Cambodia....

Granite, Gravel and a rocky road

A simple thing,
That fell from the Sky;
Makes us think,
Makes us go so high;

A simple sock,
Oh so small;
Tis you I mock,
Yet make me fall;

I take you,
First alone,
Then a handful;
And finally sacks hewn;

A granite rock,
Is all you are;
Yet such a shock,
Has left a scar;
That I am not,
Your master;

Guess Whos Back...Back Again....

Yep. Back from Cambodia after sweat, toil, experiences and memoirs that will last me a good lifetime. No miracle hoped for happened. Neither did the opposite. (again I hint). We all had a lot of fun. I can't put everything in 1 post because firstly, Its a lot. and 2nd, Im a WEE bit lazy. I'm gonna put it all in my favourite way...Word Art. This one is about how everyone felt in a way during the return trip. Oh Cambodia! and sending out a call to Suvet and Sami'daet ( I think thats how its spelt) HI!!!

The OSl Trip Cambodia 2008

2 weeks done,
And oh so fast;
It is'nt none,
And not the last;

It shall burn,
As fuel feeds;
But a longer turn,
To plant the seed;

An OSL,
Not of origin;
A trip to hell, (and back of course)
Is what I imagine;

Yet on journies such,
More is to change;
You can and will learn much,
Yet not turn deranged;

Cambodia Here I Come Baby!!!

Cambodia is under 12 hours away...tension building....sweaty palms....the sudden urge to go the bathroom ( I've been there ); Is NOT what Im experiencing now! But still Im excited! The sad bit. NO WORK TO PUT UP. Ive been soo busy with the other shtuff, specially OSL shtuff ( Yea I noe its stuff, Shtuff sounds cooler. Like german or something ). Anyway....sry to DEPRIVE you all of the Word Art, but alas, as fate would have it be, NO.

And I've found artemysia. Yea...HI artemysia!!! So other than that nothing. Wrath Of The Lich King is out and Im wondering when to buy (or IF). School shtuff is nothing, partly cuz its the holidays. My Very Trueness seems dull. (hint hint) (that is if u noe what Im hinting about). goodbye fellow internet surfers........wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...............sry......catch u on the 29th.

Before I go...Something fun.
You can consider this todays work if u want to.

Lol'ly was a Lol'er from Lol'land. He was the Lol'iest Lol'er of all of Lol'ladom. LOL

Cambodia is just 2 weeks away....

WHOOP! Going to Cambodia is less than 2 weeks. Cant wait for this year's one. And the best part is we're goin to the orphanage we visited last year! good times good times.....and the US presedential elections is drawing to a close. Will it be that Obama wins the Electoral College? Or will it be like bUSH's case where the democrat wins the popular but the republican STILL wins the electoral college. Its complicated....so let Dan Brown explain it to you...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mA7aBG4aLDg (OH and can someone just leave a comment how I'm supposed to put the vid ON the page instead of link. I KNOW Im not BLOGsavvy.)

So other than that not much to say. There's NOT much going on at school I should be worried about. All that is that I HOPE that my foresight does not fail me now! It's been right on the mark all this while! SO here's some work that most people can get veeery easily. ( for those of you who complain...'I DON"T GET IT!!". And Harris and I got the shot. Oh his face I can never forget. get the pics and vid soon.

If this was ROMANtic, Heck Its In ROMAN!

Roses are red,
Violets are blue;
Don't take it to heart,
Me insulting you;

But,

Roses are red,
Violets are blue;
Frankenstien's mom,
Is'nt that you?

Roses are red,
Violets are blue;
Hope you don't mind,
Did you come out the rear of an ewe?

Roses be red,
And violets blue;
To stop the world going BLIND,
Your head I must hew;

So Finally I say to you,

Roses are red,
Violets are blue;
Does it creep you out?
I wanna eat you;

(The last pragraph was given by my guild in WoW. Funny where one can find his inspiration!)