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!

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;