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)

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!

After The Funk Subsided

Oh man it's a drag...
Hmwk overdue...more work...I HAV TO SIT AND CONCENTRATE.
But no. Im the distractable one!

Oh look a butterfly, Swathi would scream...

Oh look Mr Ant...was'nt he on Nhita's screen?

Oh look a big toe!! wait...it's mine...

see!! I hav to find a way to sort this out...QUICK!

Well, I followed advice and NO REACTION. Hahahaha...I feel screwed...
Ah fuck...Yogi happens to be a good fortune teller so far...thanks man...really helpful!
Just get me a shoebox I would, but he's fucking pushing me in and saying "STAY THERE!"

Ah well, life...shitty, funny, funky, (insert other descriptive words) thing it is...

FINISHED BK III...hahah
TO BK 4!!

Here's a work, in appreciation of my good warm wiggly toe friends...SOCKS

Socks

They keep warm,
Cozy and snug;
Like being wrapped,
In a wool rug;

But a rug is heavy,
To drag about;
If you tied me to one,
For my foot I'd shout;

But these things,
Are made brilliant;
Everyone should have a pair,
Even Mr. Ant;

It makes walking,
On the moon, smooth;
With a cool air,
It sets the mood;

Wriggling toes,
And clammy hands;
There are many,
Of this brand;

SOCKS!!

Advised and Done'ded

Its done'ded.
Ive taken the advice relavant and acted upon it.
And nearly shook my legs clean off. And the answer?

A terse nod and a confused look. I don't get it!

What now...Still awaiting confirmation of an action. Everytime I hear the phone buzz, I go empty inside, before opening it and seeing its from someone else.

Anti-climactic and annoying...

So I can say I am actually seeing some light somewhere in my dark, just can reach for it.
Please, let this last!!

Meh, Its no use starting it again...I'll throw myself into a cliff of dark then.

Simple work.

Pill Kill

Stand up comedy,
Sitting down;
Going to your funeral,
In a wedding gown;

You're out of wack,
Acting insane;
Everything is back,
Out of pain;

Ironical will,
An opposite thought;
A purple,
Seems you have bought;

You reach a high,
Before tumbling low;
You see the sky,
Before meeting the floor;

Roll around,
Laughing and howling;
Then sit on a mound,
Of the doomed still mourningl

Beware,
For the pill,
Kills;

Advice

Lets see,
Im doomed.
I don't know what to do. So I do naught.
I have no guts, or oppurtunity to do anything.
I want to. I don't know WHAT choice to take.

Well meet my advisors:

Ting Yan: Listen...try moving on...I don't think this is working out...just saying lah...

Well man...I thank you for those words...It kinda echoes me...sometimes. The problem is, 1 pang buries deep enough...2 won't help. And it won't do good to know that 2 pangs still sit in me and I an 'free'. But I shall ponder em.

Ibrahim: Don't be and idiot like me...see where I am now? Just try to say sorry and start over...or try...Take the chance mike.

Well da...lets try a dry run shall we? *clears throat* " Im sorry for being an idiot freak. Im sorry I felt something." what else now eh? even that sounds wrongly done. Maybe when it comes to be to say, I might stutter something. Still, your words are influenced by old friends...I would try not to follow suit in that track...Again I shall consider thee.

Haniff: Well, you never really HAD anything goin on. So it should be easy to try to move on? You hav to let go one day...Besides do you really think the feeling is real?

ONE DAY. Not today at least. And it seems like till now Im just emptying it all...I have NO idea what this is. What it sparked. How it sparked. What I did to the spark. I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA. I just know, it sparked :)

Karthik: Dei, just move on and find another lah! Instead of writing, you can just do other things mike!

Yes, thank you for those words. The most blatant idiocy Ive heard. Im not an asshole. Well, not asshole enough. I write, because I do. And moving on, I think the works shall lose the meaning. For if I do thus, It is all EMPTY (?) is it really??

So you see with so much advice, Im really on the brink on insanity. Ah well, blame it on my little knowledge on how to approach a chick. Im doomed. Always have been.

Here's you advice Ting Yan...

Break pen, and paper rend

To let it all go,
Says he;
Your cued time,
Is past and gone;

But my bow,
The inked pen;
Looses a whine,
Strung and drawn;

How shall I cut,
This string taut;
To leave a mark,
A pang of a scar;

My hand stops short,
The blade stopped;
By the invisible bar;

I cannot cut,
I shall not;
Till it comes,
To that beyond thought;

When the pen breaks,
And paper rend;
That is the day,
It shall all end;

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!!!