I Think I'm Back

Lemme check.

Legs-check
Arms-check
Fat-check (damn)
Rhyme-check

K, I AM here...

I've been a BIT lazy to update...thats all...just slow and all, life.
Plus, my rhymes slowed down, (damn you O level studying).

ON the brighter notes,
Ive been accepted in to Ngee Ann Poly, through DPA...!!!

Nothing else bright note...the rest are in minor or flat...

The hammer hasn't dropped (is that good or bad?), I think the hand forgot about letting go.
So, there, Im worrying (or hoping?) for nothing.

I'm still nowhere in a breakthrough, save in a blues rhythm, to which I present this next work.
(it starts with that Oh So Shakespeare line)

Shakespeare, In E Minor

Shall I compare thee,
To a summers day;

I find it hard to,
In the howling winter;
Away the birds flew,
With the trees and their splinters;

I cannot hear myself,
The blizzard blocks me out;
Standing alone, on an ice shelf,
Till my throat is hoarse, I shout;

Then through the slush, I pull,
A half-dozen strands, full;

To the edge of my hip, I bind;
And the other ends, to a stick I find;

I run my fingers down,
And produce a clear note and sound;

A melody, of rhapsody,
A tranquil fantasy;

I crow my hoarse tongue,
Through cracked lips I sung;

The song and sound, finer,
My blues in E minor;

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!!