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!
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
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)
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)
Friday, August 28, 2009
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;
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;
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
To Be Continued
This post,
Is not the real deal;
Well that just shows,
What the heck's appeal;
I'll put one up,
Maybe later in the story;
For now, well, 'sup?
How's the obitoury?
It's just, a substitute,
For the real thing;
Made up on the spot,
So this has more loopholes, that a ring;
(though it's only ONE)
Is not the real deal;
Well that just shows,
What the heck's appeal;
I'll put one up,
Maybe later in the story;
For now, well, 'sup?
How's the obitoury?
It's just, a substitute,
For the real thing;
Made up on the spot,
So this has more loopholes, that a ring;
(though it's only ONE)
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
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;
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;
Friday, July 17, 2009
Fuck You
Im gonna dedicate this whole damn post to the fucker(s) who make this post possible.
The world loves to fuck around with me eh? seems so...Its like I can't get peace in some matters.
The latest?
I am apparently some weird staring dude.
BUT I CANT GET ANYTHING ELSE.
"oh its personal!"
fuck sure, Im not allowed to know what I am, that which is supposedly uncomfortable.
And who are 'they'?
Some wierd people I dont know? Martians? ( No Offence to any real ones...Im just saying in a nice way)
Or just 'them'?
Its annoying. Oh then get pissed at ME for saying,
"fine, dont wanna say, dont..."
eh? whats the fucking thing!! I dont get it!!
Explain or dont bother bringing it up...ignorance is bliss.
I want bliss. If ignoration shall help me, so be it.
I will start on tuesday if it dosent show its ugly head.
If you don't give a shit, I won't even try.
Thanks for fucking up this blog entry.
Oh don't worry, there has to be something written poetically as well!!
Here, suck this.
Perverse
Trust has waned,
Like a fading moon;
It shall be thy bane,
And a favoured boon;
Yes, I am perverse,
Only though, in speech;
But just try to reverse,
My homophobic breach;
I see the icy stares,
And looks of disapproval;
At least it is just bare,
Not hidden as usual;
Think as you may,
Hear what you will;
What you may say,
Is only half the pill;
You think Im sick eh?
Your good friend is gay;
The world loves to fuck around with me eh? seems so...Its like I can't get peace in some matters.
The latest?
I am apparently some weird staring dude.
BUT I CANT GET ANYTHING ELSE.
"oh its personal!"
fuck sure, Im not allowed to know what I am, that which is supposedly uncomfortable.
And who are 'they'?
Some wierd people I dont know? Martians? ( No Offence to any real ones...Im just saying in a nice way)
Or just 'them'?
Its annoying. Oh then get pissed at ME for saying,
"fine, dont wanna say, dont..."
eh? whats the fucking thing!! I dont get it!!
Explain or dont bother bringing it up...ignorance is bliss.
I want bliss. If ignoration shall help me, so be it.
I will start on tuesday if it dosent show its ugly head.
If you don't give a shit, I won't even try.
Thanks for fucking up this blog entry.
Oh don't worry, there has to be something written poetically as well!!
Here, suck this.
Perverse
Trust has waned,
Like a fading moon;
It shall be thy bane,
And a favoured boon;
Yes, I am perverse,
Only though, in speech;
But just try to reverse,
My homophobic breach;
I see the icy stares,
And looks of disapproval;
At least it is just bare,
Not hidden as usual;
Think as you may,
Hear what you will;
What you may say,
Is only half the pill;
You think Im sick eh?
Your good friend is gay;
Monday, July 13, 2009
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!
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!
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
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!!
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!!
Thursday, July 2, 2009
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;
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;
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
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;
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;
Monday, June 29, 2009
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;
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;
Friday, June 26, 2009
Holidays? What Holidays?
The whole holidays just passed without me noticing it.
Just like that!
*snap*
And Ive done NO work. Ive written my name on a few, but otherwise, I cant bring myself to fucking WORK!!
Plus Im bored. The one PLUS this week, was I got Prototype. AWESOME GAME!!!
Here's some gameplay from a friend of mine. This got me into it.
SWEET RIGHT!?
I know...Thats why I got it.
So other than that, its BORING.
And in the back of my head, you still loom. I can't forever forget. And this probably is'nt the best time is it? ...I stutter and stammer. U probably are'nt even reading this! Just another hope that I pray to keep alive...hhah...laughter...I wonder what it really means now...I haven't felt a good laugh for a while...
Boredom
Bored,
Of the same things;
Adored,
By dead kings;
Time flows,
Past me fast;
Sparrows and crows,
Grin from the top mast;
My rhyme grows,
Sluggish and slow;
It clearly shows,
The unmasked foe;
My enemity,
With 'Nothing To Do';
Is familiarity,
Of the left foots' shoe;
I am bored,
To wits' end;
Badly gored,
Time does not mend;
Bored of play,
Bored of work;
Bored since May,
Bored of perks;
It seeps in,
Past my mind;
Like a sharp pin,
Piercing blind;
I move slow,
Act mellow;
I take my own sweet time,
Staring at the flowers on the vine;
I welcome thee,
To the kingdom,
Of boredom;
Just like that!
*snap*
And Ive done NO work. Ive written my name on a few, but otherwise, I cant bring myself to fucking WORK!!
Plus Im bored. The one PLUS this week, was I got Prototype. AWESOME GAME!!!
Here's some gameplay from a friend of mine. This got me into it.
SWEET RIGHT!?
I know...Thats why I got it.
So other than that, its BORING.
And in the back of my head, you still loom. I can't forever forget. And this probably is'nt the best time is it? ...I stutter and stammer. U probably are'nt even reading this! Just another hope that I pray to keep alive...hhah...laughter...I wonder what it really means now...I haven't felt a good laugh for a while...
Boredom
Bored,
Of the same things;
Adored,
By dead kings;
Time flows,
Past me fast;
Sparrows and crows,
Grin from the top mast;
My rhyme grows,
Sluggish and slow;
It clearly shows,
The unmasked foe;
My enemity,
With 'Nothing To Do';
Is familiarity,
Of the left foots' shoe;
I am bored,
To wits' end;
Badly gored,
Time does not mend;
Bored of play,
Bored of work;
Bored since May,
Bored of perks;
It seeps in,
Past my mind;
Like a sharp pin,
Piercing blind;
I move slow,
Act mellow;
I take my own sweet time,
Staring at the flowers on the vine;
I welcome thee,
To the kingdom,
Of boredom;
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Im In A Circle...Round and round we go now...
Im just bored. Plain bored.
Bored of work.
Bored of games.
Bored of even writing a rhyme. (which my head has been void of)
I watched 8 Mile, and Saving Private Ryan.
Got the CDs. Nice movies.
So, Im just awaiting some things this week.
#1- Gig on 19th June. Expecting some good rock!!
#2- hopefully these braces are almost off. lets see on the 18th.
#3- Nothing...
We wanted to go to Quenton's house, but dunno why, we can't. For now...I swear I might break down the door man...
I finished my rhyme I started on the camp.
I wrote 2. I before and after the 'News'.
Im putting up the second. (after the 'News').
The first is too obvious. I could'nt seem to riddle well. Take note, not all rhymes. I wasn't in a good state of rhyme. ( If thats a term )
Terrible Beauty- Overmooned
Deleting,
Ignoration;
Thus all is known;
When believing;
Indigation,
Is not your own;
At least I hold,
One comfort;
A light in a tunnel,
So dark;
That the day of birth,
My effort of mirth;
Is not destroyed,
An unburnt mark;
I know not,
If it is well;
Do me a favour,
Ask yourself to tell;
I recieve word,
Of the missing number;
As it is heard,
My pen in hand stumbles;
I fly,
Wind in my face;
Asking myself, again,
And again;
"Is it a shell,
And empty well?
Am I to be se said,
As the one who fell?"
Thoughts race fast,
As I swerve in;
I look up at the stars,
My head starts to spin;
I swerve and pump,
Riding lines and bumps;
I am scraped and torn,
But the burn is borne;
For in me rages,
And inferno stronger;
Of confusion and doubt,
Uncertainty of anger;
The night runs by,
I ride and rhyme;
I lose more hope,
Of even biding time;
As a new dawn,
Come to light;
The last night's flame,
Still burns bright;
It smoulders,
And sparks;
With small boulders,
My mind darks;
As the host leaves,
On the errand of service;
I let go, and heave,
A sigh of un-purpose;
I lie down,
In a midst of confusion;
Let go, of it all,
Save my delusion;
I remain the same;
Just more terrible and sad;
Bored of work.
Bored of games.
Bored of even writing a rhyme. (which my head has been void of)
I watched 8 Mile, and Saving Private Ryan.
Got the CDs. Nice movies.
So, Im just awaiting some things this week.
#1- Gig on 19th June. Expecting some good rock!!
#2- hopefully these braces are almost off. lets see on the 18th.
#3- Nothing...
We wanted to go to Quenton's house, but dunno why, we can't. For now...I swear I might break down the door man...
I finished my rhyme I started on the camp.
I wrote 2. I before and after the 'News'.
Im putting up the second. (after the 'News').
The first is too obvious. I could'nt seem to riddle well. Take note, not all rhymes. I wasn't in a good state of rhyme. ( If thats a term )
Terrible Beauty- Overmooned
Deleting,
Ignoration;
Thus all is known;
When believing;
Indigation,
Is not your own;
At least I hold,
One comfort;
A light in a tunnel,
So dark;
That the day of birth,
My effort of mirth;
Is not destroyed,
An unburnt mark;
I know not,
If it is well;
Do me a favour,
Ask yourself to tell;
I recieve word,
Of the missing number;
As it is heard,
My pen in hand stumbles;
I fly,
Wind in my face;
Asking myself, again,
And again;
"Is it a shell,
And empty well?
Am I to be se said,
As the one who fell?"
Thoughts race fast,
As I swerve in;
I look up at the stars,
My head starts to spin;
I swerve and pump,
Riding lines and bumps;
I am scraped and torn,
But the burn is borne;
For in me rages,
And inferno stronger;
Of confusion and doubt,
Uncertainty of anger;
The night runs by,
I ride and rhyme;
I lose more hope,
Of even biding time;
As a new dawn,
Come to light;
The last night's flame,
Still burns bright;
It smoulders,
And sparks;
With small boulders,
My mind darks;
As the host leaves,
On the errand of service;
I let go, and heave,
A sigh of un-purpose;
I lie down,
In a midst of confusion;
Let go, of it all,
Save my delusion;
I remain the same;
Just more terrible and sad;
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
My Guitar Hates 'E' Strings
Yea...keeps snapping whenever I string it, or try to.
Im gonna go to the friggin shop where I got it and get it done there.
We audiotioned yesterday for youth day.
Hilimi was bloody nervous. Sang a bit soft at first.
They said we were not fitting the theme, so not for youth day. But teachers' day maybe.
WHAT THEY MEANT WAS,
We were too awesome for youth day.
Haha. actually brought a smile there.
Im still the same I guess.
No real change.
Life is just going on and on.
I gotta buck up and start the revision and shit.
But will power fails me sometimes, If not all.
Im unsure of what to do now.
If I should that it.
Pain like that dosent ebb away easy.
I have a feeling even if I do make any progress, its all superficial.
Going good for someothers at least.
Elilah and Miharbi.
I love these made up code names.
Bored at home.
Bored outside.
Bored...
I havent done the rhyme for the Bonding Camp shtuff yet.
So here's one from the archives...
The Planet Earth
Too warm,
Too cold,
Just right;
Planet earth;
Not anymore,
Too much salt,
And too much pepper;
We all reek,
At the real cooking!
Earth, a real cuisine,
Rot to mud (cake);
I preferred it when...
Too warm and too cold.
Here we go again!
Ruin another one,
Or two, added to the count;
Im gonna go to the friggin shop where I got it and get it done there.
We audiotioned yesterday for youth day.
Hilimi was bloody nervous. Sang a bit soft at first.
They said we were not fitting the theme, so not for youth day. But teachers' day maybe.
WHAT THEY MEANT WAS,
We were too awesome for youth day.
Haha. actually brought a smile there.
Im still the same I guess.
No real change.
Life is just going on and on.
I gotta buck up and start the revision and shit.
But will power fails me sometimes, If not all.
Im unsure of what to do now.
If I should that it.
Pain like that dosent ebb away easy.
I have a feeling even if I do make any progress, its all superficial.
Going good for someothers at least.
Elilah and Miharbi.
I love these made up code names.
Bored at home.
Bored outside.
Bored...
I havent done the rhyme for the Bonding Camp shtuff yet.
So here's one from the archives...
The Planet Earth
Too warm,
Too cold,
Just right;
Planet earth;
Not anymore,
Too much salt,
And too much pepper;
We all reek,
At the real cooking!
Earth, a real cuisine,
Rot to mud (cake);
I preferred it when...
Too warm and too cold.
Here we go again!
Ruin another one,
Or two, added to the count;
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Post-Camper
WARNING: LONG POST!!!!
Yea...did'nt write much on the last one after the OSL camp.
Couldnt write anything without losing myself.
I thought of editing it, but....no.
Let it lie there.
Anyway, now that Im cooler.
OSL camp, was....fun.
If not all that I expected.
It was goin fine, All assembled and put their bags and shtuff in the bunks.
Had Ice breaking games.
Olivia hated the fact that I thought Barney is gay. ( he is by the way!!)
So, we had the water games.
Massacred the idiots (no offence).
HAHA. Long range bombing,
Jayraj didnt realise where it hit him.
or where it came from.
It just fell out the heavens...haha.
Then they washed up and had dinner.
Couldnt fricking eat the rice. I hate rice.
Prefer noodles.
Then had Jone's speech.
Joel, Li Fang and Zi Kang joined us.
Joel had some weird questions.
Only Haniff, Zi Kang and Me managed to keep the words flowing with proper sense.
Jone was muffled (as usual).
He had more content, but no presentation.
Couldve done better.
Haniff and me were flinchin now and then.
ha.
Then Mr Tan had his reflection.
We had some standing ovations.
Then we left for the night games.
FUN.
I was having fun with the guys.
( I had NO idea it was a trust game, so sry )
I kept whispering in their ears.
Tickled their legs with brooms.
I had fun with Thinesh at the end.
Groping in the dark for me.
Then we went to bed.
by WE, I mean everyone else cept the Exco and seniors.
We stayed up and talked some shit.
Tried Azfar's skate board or snake board. wtv.
Got the hang of it, but cant turn or go forward.
I started writing that days confusion after that,
Then couldnt rhyme.
SO went for a ride on Ting Yan's bike.
Amanda and Alisa saw my rhymes .
" theres alot of anger here..."
they said.
So I said, " its just confusion".
Then the worst hit.
I couldnt even write.
Took the bike.
And rode.
Round and round the Parade Square.
Till my thighs burnt. and I scraped my calf on the stone there.
I still rode.
It didnt burn as it did,
The burn dont flame, when the flame burns on.
I couldnt really take it.
At least the truth came.
Ignorance really was bliss.
Then everything spiralled.
The rest ordered Mac.
at 3 am.
I didnt even feel hunger pangs, as I wouldve...
I kept riding.
They ordered, and slept while waiting.
Cept me and Ting Yan.
I was in pain.
Ting yan just wanted to stay up.
Mac came.
Everyone ate.
I rode.
They slept.
I stopped for a bit and a half rhyme or 2 came out.
Then even Ting Yan knock out.
I felt myself go out at 4 am.
Heard Haniff's phone alarm at 4 20.
woke up and rode again.
The pain was renewed,
Then morning came, I still rode.
Had breakfast and rode.
The rest left and only me and Ting yan in skool.
We knocked off from 9 to like 11.30.
We woke up and left for home.
Then I blogged that short one.
Thats all I could,
My thighs were like jello
Lost track of time a bit. But this entry is too long already.
I havent finished the rhyme of the camp, heres one other.
He seems to be having a better time than me at least.
No hidden title here.
Ibrahim
He waits and awaits,
Opening the doors and gates;
He opens himself up,
Drinking the empty looking cup;
Rhymic words,
Describe little of the pain;
By little he is spurred,
Let it all not be in vain;
Waiting on a line,
Appearing off it;
Slipping down the vine,
The end is hit;
He swings and slides,
Trying to find a hold;
Across two divides,
Crusty, clipping mould;
But the eyes return,
A message unknown;
Less his heart'd be smitten,
His hand always on the phone;
Waiting,
And hoping;
Grappling,
And groping; ( in the dark )
Ibra,
Looks naught far;
For his Nits,
At his Wits' End;
Yea...did'nt write much on the last one after the OSL camp.
Couldnt write anything without losing myself.
I thought of editing it, but....no.
Let it lie there.
Anyway, now that Im cooler.
OSL camp, was....fun.
If not all that I expected.
It was goin fine, All assembled and put their bags and shtuff in the bunks.
Had Ice breaking games.
Olivia hated the fact that I thought Barney is gay. ( he is by the way!!)
So, we had the water games.
Massacred the idiots (no offence).
HAHA. Long range bombing,
Jayraj didnt realise where it hit him.
or where it came from.
It just fell out the heavens...haha.
Then they washed up and had dinner.
Couldnt fricking eat the rice. I hate rice.
Prefer noodles.
Then had Jone's speech.
Joel, Li Fang and Zi Kang joined us.
Joel had some weird questions.
Only Haniff, Zi Kang and Me managed to keep the words flowing with proper sense.
Jone was muffled (as usual).
He had more content, but no presentation.
Couldve done better.
Haniff and me were flinchin now and then.
ha.
Then Mr Tan had his reflection.
We had some standing ovations.
Then we left for the night games.
FUN.
I was having fun with the guys.
( I had NO idea it was a trust game, so sry )
I kept whispering in their ears.
Tickled their legs with brooms.
I had fun with Thinesh at the end.
Groping in the dark for me.
Then we went to bed.
by WE, I mean everyone else cept the Exco and seniors.
We stayed up and talked some shit.
Tried Azfar's skate board or snake board. wtv.
Got the hang of it, but cant turn or go forward.
I started writing that days confusion after that,
Then couldnt rhyme.
SO went for a ride on Ting Yan's bike.
Amanda and Alisa saw my rhymes .
" theres alot of anger here..."
they said.
So I said, " its just confusion".
Then the worst hit.
I couldnt even write.
Took the bike.
And rode.
Round and round the Parade Square.
Till my thighs burnt. and I scraped my calf on the stone there.
I still rode.
It didnt burn as it did,
The burn dont flame, when the flame burns on.
I couldnt really take it.
At least the truth came.
Ignorance really was bliss.
Then everything spiralled.
The rest ordered Mac.
at 3 am.
I didnt even feel hunger pangs, as I wouldve...
I kept riding.
They ordered, and slept while waiting.
Cept me and Ting Yan.
I was in pain.
Ting yan just wanted to stay up.
Mac came.
Everyone ate.
I rode.
They slept.
I stopped for a bit and a half rhyme or 2 came out.
Then even Ting Yan knock out.
I felt myself go out at 4 am.
Heard Haniff's phone alarm at 4 20.
woke up and rode again.
The pain was renewed,
Then morning came, I still rode.
Had breakfast and rode.
The rest left and only me and Ting yan in skool.
We knocked off from 9 to like 11.30.
We woke up and left for home.
Then I blogged that short one.
Thats all I could,
My thighs were like jello
Lost track of time a bit. But this entry is too long already.
I havent finished the rhyme of the camp, heres one other.
He seems to be having a better time than me at least.
No hidden title here.
Ibrahim
He waits and awaits,
Opening the doors and gates;
He opens himself up,
Drinking the empty looking cup;
Rhymic words,
Describe little of the pain;
By little he is spurred,
Let it all not be in vain;
Waiting on a line,
Appearing off it;
Slipping down the vine,
The end is hit;
He swings and slides,
Trying to find a hold;
Across two divides,
Crusty, clipping mould;
But the eyes return,
A message unknown;
Less his heart'd be smitten,
His hand always on the phone;
Waiting,
And hoping;
Grappling,
And groping; ( in the dark )
Ibra,
Looks naught far;
For his Nits,
At his Wits' End;
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Rhymic
Woots school holidays!
Boo! We sec 4s dont have em. This is kinda shit, but Its for out 'good' I suppose.
Im not even paying attention sometimes. I feel so lethargic. weird.
must be a bit of lack of sleep. Computer working, and I started playing Dark Crusade with Chaos (Death To The False Emperor!). So couldnt stop.
Chaos Undivided shall rule thy unbelieving heart!!
sorry, was in the mood there.
Listening to Hole In The Bucket by Harry Belafonte.
Brings a small smile, one I havent really felt in a while.
So bonding camp coming up. Whats gonna happen? Ignorance? The final talk? more ignorance?
But Im hopeful yet. Hopefully not to my own demise. :)
Im rhyming my senses into writing.
warning :*Flaring senses are present*
Senses
Colours of sight;
Cycadellically bright,
Dull and grey;
Through the eyes they bite,
Colours either sad or gay;
Scents of smell;
Painfully sharp,
Inheld flavour;
Like notes on a harp,
Sweet tones of quavers;
Flavour of taste;
Sweet tooth,
Bitter tongue;
Sour youth,
Fresh laid dung;
Sounds of hearing;
The loud bang,
Of the soft whisper;
The deep clang!
The crying whimper;
The feeling touch;
Heat on bare skin,
The biting frost;
Love of kith and kin,
Feeling so lost;
I have delved,
Into my senses;
Or out of them;
Boo! We sec 4s dont have em. This is kinda shit, but Its for out 'good' I suppose.
Im not even paying attention sometimes. I feel so lethargic. weird.
must be a bit of lack of sleep. Computer working, and I started playing Dark Crusade with Chaos (Death To The False Emperor!). So couldnt stop.
Chaos Undivided shall rule thy unbelieving heart!!
sorry, was in the mood there.
Listening to Hole In The Bucket by Harry Belafonte.
Brings a small smile, one I havent really felt in a while.
So bonding camp coming up. Whats gonna happen? Ignorance? The final talk? more ignorance?
But Im hopeful yet. Hopefully not to my own demise. :)
Im rhyming my senses into writing.
warning :*Flaring senses are present*
Senses
Colours of sight;
Cycadellically bright,
Dull and grey;
Through the eyes they bite,
Colours either sad or gay;
Scents of smell;
Painfully sharp,
Inheld flavour;
Like notes on a harp,
Sweet tones of quavers;
Flavour of taste;
Sweet tooth,
Bitter tongue;
Sour youth,
Fresh laid dung;
Sounds of hearing;
The loud bang,
Of the soft whisper;
The deep clang!
The crying whimper;
The feeling touch;
Heat on bare skin,
The biting frost;
Love of kith and kin,
Feeling so lost;
I have delved,
Into my senses;
Or out of them;
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Tree Huggin Jews Who Hang With Poets
The title is random. No real meaning. So don't start commenting on THAT.
What do I hav to say......
Well Ms Rachel Chia left skool on friday. So most of the class were like hoggin round her for pics. She gav me her Lit text she used in secondary skool. So nice of her :) I shall treasure it.
What do I hav to say......
Well Ms Rachel Chia left skool on friday. So most of the class were like hoggin round her for pics. She gav me her Lit text she used in secondary skool. So nice of her :) I shall treasure it.
and her famous line "where is the jew?"
hahaha. Oh man.
What else now?
Parent-teacher meeting was the same. "you son has the potential but just LAZY"
Ya I know!! Im too lazy to change. Therein lies the problem!!
Most teachers couldnt believe I failed bio.
"buts its the SIMPLEST science!!
Yea sure....Im not interested to know what exactly happens in my body.
As long as I know that this much happens, its cool. Too much is dumb.
I just crapped didnt I?
lazy to backspace.
haha.
Im still thinking bout one thing in the back of my head, and you KNOW IT. What should I do? I dont know. Some say wait. Others say move on. Others say persist. You tell me! Easy as easy done.
OSL bonding camp coming up. Im gonna go peep in and see what they are gonna do. JUST FOR FUN!! hahaha.
Here's one Ms Chia would remember.
The Jew, The Tree-Hugger and The Poet
The Jew;
Well not really,
More related to the cross;
Ere his heart grows weary,
He feels a deep loss;
.
His loyalties uncertain;
Not israel,
Nor India anymore;
He puts on a veil,
To remain a bore;
.
The Tree-Hugger;
And enviromentalist,
Saving the Earth;
The English activist,
Old School mirth;
Naturalist, Anti-US;
He loves the animal kingdom,
And his shiny waxed hair;
A sort of wisdom,
Less it is cursed bare;
The Poet;
His rhymes,
And words;
Merely mimes,
Wingless birds;
.
Homphobic;
Believer that gays should die,
With the white west;
Questioning, mundane, like why,
The brighter sun sets;
So now you know,Of three;
Added below the bow,
Added below the bow,
Of the Joker, The King and the Thief;
The Jew, The Tree-Hugger,
And The Poet.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
The Other Side
Not using my computer. Network problem. Hate using this computer. The keyboard feels like a typewriter, *click click click*
Damned
Still listening to Relapse.
It must be the ganga.
Haha!!
But Green Day have done badly, or so I think. 21st century breakdown aint that good. What happened to giving it to the man!! what happened to Fucking The System!!! *sigh* they've toned down. they could have suceeded SOAD....so sad....
MT intensive program is a killer!! tamil from morning to evening. I could die talking tamil. Hopefully get a frickin A for this monday's O lvls and get it done.
Still the same aint it?? apparently there is some competetion. meh...I still see no response. Im gonna try and catch the right train tommorow. Maybe lucky eh?
So whats going through you mind now? Still ignoring I can see. Yellow letters on a pale white screen and Im staring at it trying my best to highlight em. At least here its highlightable. Is that bad? ah well. Nothing is hidden. Except the blatancy. I dont know what sparked. But dont douse this flame!! I won't say it yet. Fear stops me from typing it ( plus this darned keyboard ).
I hav written my 100th poem!!! (a few days ago). A century baby!! and this is the 100th poem. The title fits I guess.
Century
The number,
Of two zeroes;
And so far,
I thank the heroes;
Of he lays;
To those who hurt,
Or are victim to;
And those once in dirt,
Now out of the blue;
Into the lays;
To the insanity,
That is bred,
To unravel humanity;
In all heads;
Thus the lays;
And to the recent,
Depressional emotion;
Descriptions run indecent,
With no real notion;
To the lays;
Many more will,
Count unto more;
Maybe not till,
The world of words,
Is a bore;
But a Century,
A hundred;
An acheivement,
That is done-ded;
Aliatic moment;
Damned
Still listening to Relapse.
It must be the ganga.
Haha!!
But Green Day have done badly, or so I think. 21st century breakdown aint that good. What happened to giving it to the man!! what happened to Fucking The System!!! *sigh* they've toned down. they could have suceeded SOAD....so sad....
MT intensive program is a killer!! tamil from morning to evening. I could die talking tamil. Hopefully get a frickin A for this monday's O lvls and get it done.
Still the same aint it?? apparently there is some competetion. meh...I still see no response. Im gonna try and catch the right train tommorow. Maybe lucky eh?
So whats going through you mind now? Still ignoring I can see. Yellow letters on a pale white screen and Im staring at it trying my best to highlight em. At least here its highlightable. Is that bad? ah well. Nothing is hidden. Except the blatancy. I dont know what sparked. But dont douse this flame!! I won't say it yet. Fear stops me from typing it ( plus this darned keyboard ).
I hav written my 100th poem!!! (a few days ago). A century baby!! and this is the 100th poem. The title fits I guess.
Century
The number,
Of two zeroes;
And so far,
I thank the heroes;
Of he lays;
To those who hurt,
Or are victim to;
And those once in dirt,
Now out of the blue;
Into the lays;
To the insanity,
That is bred,
To unravel humanity;
In all heads;
Thus the lays;
And to the recent,
Depressional emotion;
Descriptions run indecent,
With no real notion;
To the lays;
Many more will,
Count unto more;
Maybe not till,
The world of words,
Is a bore;
But a Century,
A hundred;
An acheivement,
That is done-ded;
Aliatic moment;
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