New'ness

Guess where I am!

Antartica?
Nope.

Australia?
Nope.

Artica?
Wtf?

I'm typing this post, from my NEW laptop :D

Fujitsu,
and good specs as well.
Almost 3.00 GHz!

Woot!
*Do the laptop dance*
(if you know what I mean, heh heh)

So, what else?

Oh yea,
BINTAN!

It was cool,
Good food,
Bad plumbing,
Good rooms,
Bad plumbing,
Good camp,
Bad plumbing.

Did I mention bad plumbing? O_o
The water had a yellow'ish tinge! :O
like WTF.
Water The Flowers!

So other than that, awesome camp, awesome peeps, yada yada yada
You know the drill,
Let's rhyme!

And this isn't what I wrote there.
I wrote 3 when I was in camp, and I need to make it one,
For purposes of attained eternal one'ness
*ommmm*

Rhymic Impro

I am getting through this,
On something anew.
It's like a cold winter night,
To a morning of dew.

It's great, it's fantastic,
I know not what else.
Words escape me now,
Easily to myself.

Bintan, referrence,
Of Pluto the last.
Was as good, I'd say,
With a clean water fast.

It glowed yellow,
Like what Id spew.
I'd like to know,
From which it grew!

Oh I could ramble on,
And on and on.
But I simple want to play,
On my new com.

Outdate'd

Back from India trip!

Happy new year!

This is so outdated!

So otherwise, new sec 1's are a great laugh. (As in, when laughed AT)
Life goes on in circles.
Results come out Monday. (Oh damn...)

So in other news,
Funky Monks,
And Storms in soul!

This calls for Impro Rhyme Time.
I've given up putting up written works here.
Id rather write as the feel passes!

Impro Rhyme Time 1:

Improvisation phase,
We all in a pool craze.

The days drag by,
Passing by my side;
This verse is like song.

So it's untitled,
Maybe unrivalled.

World's in circles,
Short of miracles;
We'll, I can be wrong.

I've not done the work,
On plastic kwerks.

It's called acrylic,
Sure, and spastic;
That's the sound of Plastic Mouth!

He who replaces,
Mouth of metal!
Sounds Slightly Spas!tic,
Like whistling kettle!

Impro no more,
It's turning to bore;
For me at least...

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

'O' Levels Kidnapped Me

Yes, I'm not supposed to be here, so SHHHHH!!!!

Simple rhyme before I sneak out now, Remember, I wasn't here!

They've taken me,
To a place to learn;
Though it is,
For distraction I yearn;

This is one example,
Not many others;
I swear to be back,
With marshmallows to smother;

This was made up,
On the spot I stand;
So if it does not make sense,
I hope you understand;

Adioz, Hakuna Matata,
Till the end of O;
I'll be back then again,
And probably leave, no more!

Ting Yan And The Escapades Of People and their "Aallu"s

hahahaha...sorry about the title bro!

Seems I'd never have noticed Jaron if it weren't for Ting Yan's hints...

Crazy shit...you'd think before the Os, people would be MORE stressed??
Not us! No Sir!!
Still going quenton's house and shit, we got no stress!

Or thats what we WANT you to think....ooooooh....O.o

I dunno, Im insane...MORE insane...fine....

Fuck O Levels...I just wanna play WoW (addict?)
Meh, joined commies online!! (It's a joke, don't lock me up Mr Lee Kuan Yew!)

On to the poem! (which reminds me, Ms Rachel Chia left for London for studies! HAV FUN! get a brit accent!!)

Hakuna Matata

Spend a good long time,
Sitting under a tree;
Thy pride bows to none,
Save thy own philosophies;

It is a dog,
A Mangy mutt;
But it sticks well,
To proper ones, but-
(Never an anarchist,
Or whispering fascist)

You trust only mind,
And history of experience;
Valuing a penny,
More than the 99 cents;

There have been many,
Who philosophise existence;
It is a sought plague,
The bringer of pestilience;

It has decieved,
And created heroes;
From the ends of infinity,
To depths of zero;

But there are some,
We would follow;
Hakuna matata,
Never hopeless shall thou wallow;

Never long to be a wreck,
For too long;
Be clear and bright,
And sing the song:

For it truly is,
A wonderful phrase;
It shall come to last ye,
For many sad days;

So say it now,
Hakuna matata;

(not all philosophy,
Is problem free)

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;

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!