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

Happy Belated Birthday To Me!!

Yea, its a bit late...VERY...

But now NC16 movies are mine to watch, legally!
My sis got me a Red Hot Chilli Peppers CD and its AWESOME!! THANK YOU!!

Ms Chia wished me on the 28th at 12.30 am. Half hour late...still counts I guess.
She gave me a rhyme lol.

I have a super-duper cool rhyme,
thinking of how to keep it in time,
okay so here it goes
it's as funny as your nose:
wishing you an awesome sixteenth birthday,
be less emo, and more gay!

Brilliant lol.
Ah well. Thank you to everyone who wished me. In fact I made a list on Facebook.
Here it is again. Im sorry If I missed anyone by mistake!

1- Siddha, phone, 12:00 am, 27th june

2- My mom, in person, 12:01 am, 27th june

3- Karthik, phone, 12:02 am, 27th june

4- JinGen Lim, Facebook, 12:04 am, 27th june

5- Denis Vladimir Kupstov A.K.A. Jun Ze, Facebook, 12:32 am, 27th june

6- Kok wai, Facebook, 1:12 am, 27th june

7- Chi Jie, Facebook, 1:16 am, 27th june

8- Chee peng, Facebook, 1:26 am, 27th june

9- Janene, Facebook, 7:40 am, 27th june

10- Vijay, Facebook, 9;33 am, 27th june

11- Reena Chand, Facebook, 10:50 am, 27th june

12- Nhita, Facebook, 11 am, 27th june

13- Megan Tan, Facebook, 11:28 am, 27th june

14- Olivia (and barney...),Facebook, 11:30 am, 27th june

15- Dad!, Facebook, 11:49 am, 27th june

16- Syanizam, Facebook, 12:18 pm, 27th june

17- Sally, Facebook, 12:45 pm, 27th june

18- Raseena, Facebook, 1:29 pm, 27th june

19- Bharatth, Facebook, 3:45 pm, 27th june

20- My sis, In person, early morn, 27th june

21- Rahul Singh, Facebook, 5:19 pm, 27th june

22- Syafiq, Facebook, 5:26 pm, 27th june

23- Afiqah, Facebook, 6:50 pm, 27th june

24- Karthik (again), Facebook, 11:17 pm, 27th june

25- Haniff, Facebook, 9:14 pm, 27th june

26- Ibrahim, MSN, 11:16 pm, 27th june

27- Ms Rachel Chia, 12:30+ am, 28th june

And thats 27!! COINCEDENCE!!

But in other news, Ive been advised to move on. LoL. I don't know anymore.

anyway, here's the work...Its becoming a long post.

City of Rhyme

As I write this line,
The next will rhyme;
The reason this flows,
Only my pen knows;

Write new ideas,
The work of play;
Well, Ms Rachel Chia, marvel,
This is enough being gay;

But as I build,
The imaginative city;
My happiness and pride,
May well into pity;

I pity that this,
Is not reality of thought;
But only whim of fancy,
Present but only in a spot;

Pity, if it is to be,
Swept away;
When the wind howls,
The world will sway;

My thought is broken,
By reality of sound;
For my mind,
Is not in bliss, bound;

As it shatters,
And falls back;
I reach to hold it,
And prefer fiction to fact;

Then it slips back,
My mind is clean;
I turn from cheer,
To a man, mean;

I remember naught,
Of the fallen city;
Only floating words,
Foul, quick and witty;

I build one anew,
An architect;
Digging out of the ground,
An artefact;

Maybe now,
Silence shall rule;
Boom! Damn,
Now shall I kill the fool;