I'm losing the will to update regularly...
Oh well!
We had out DPA camp from Wednesday to Friday.
It
Was
GREAT!
Our group was called The Prata Shop. (Noone could get Praval, and it evolved into prata....you can guess the rest)
We are the Pratans! THIS IS PRATA!!!
And 300 did not copyright that kinda material!
The camp was nice.
The Loft, to stay in at night, WAS AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Enough said...
School starts Monday. *sigh*...
Nevermind!
In other news...
We have no news.
Rhyme Time Rhymes With Mime!
Impro #2
Camping Directly,
We had lots of fun!
We became Prata,
300 of the sum.
As the days passed,
And nights faded.
Sleeping and awake,
In days of dream we waded.
I cannot say more,
Even rhyme does little justice.
We made many new friends,
Fixing up new poly patches.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Outdate'd
Back from India trip!
Happy new year!
This is so outdated!
So otherwise, new sec 1's are a great laugh. (As in, when laughed AT)
Life goes on in circles.
Results come out Monday. (Oh damn...)
So in other news,
Funky Monks,
And Storms in soul!
This calls for Impro Rhyme Time.
I've given up putting up written works here.
Id rather write as the feel passes!
Impro Rhyme Time 1:
Improvisation phase,
We all in a pool craze.
The days drag by,
Passing by my side;
This verse is like song.
So it's untitled,
Maybe unrivalled.
World's in circles,
Short of miracles;
We'll, I can be wrong.
I've not done the work,
On plastic kwerks.
It's called acrylic,
Sure, and spastic;
That's the sound of Plastic Mouth!
He who replaces,
Mouth of metal!
Sounds Slightly Spas!tic,
Like whistling kettle!
Impro no more,
It's turning to bore;
For me at least...
Happy new year!
This is so outdated!
So otherwise, new sec 1's are a great laugh. (As in, when laughed AT)
Life goes on in circles.
Results come out Monday. (Oh damn...)
So in other news,
Funky Monks,
And Storms in soul!
This calls for Impro Rhyme Time.
I've given up putting up written works here.
Id rather write as the feel passes!
Impro Rhyme Time 1:
Improvisation phase,
We all in a pool craze.
The days drag by,
Passing by my side;
This verse is like song.
So it's untitled,
Maybe unrivalled.
World's in circles,
Short of miracles;
We'll, I can be wrong.
I've not done the work,
On plastic kwerks.
It's called acrylic,
Sure, and spastic;
That's the sound of Plastic Mouth!
He who replaces,
Mouth of metal!
Sounds Slightly Spas!tic,
Like whistling kettle!
Impro no more,
It's turning to bore;
For me at least...
Monday, January 4, 2010
What now.....
Lazy post...
I'll tell you all about my wonderful trip to India later....alright.....quit bugging my inner thoughts!!
And that's right! I'm talking to myself!!
I'll tell you all about my wonderful trip to India later....alright.....quit bugging my inner thoughts!!
And that's right! I'm talking to myself!!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
High'ness
It's all I can feel now. Wheeeee........
Prom was a great night. I never expected to be up for Prom King and make a fool outta myself trying comedy (I really thought the word "chapathi" would inspire more laughter)
Oh well. It ended quick. Then everyone rushing about going "Take photo!!" Which we did, in abundance.
Ibra came looking like MJ. With the glove and everything.
Food was exceptional. I ate my 50 dollars worth, so Im happy.
Everyone looked a bit different yesterday, and for a bit of today.
We wanted to watch a movie afterwards, but it turned out a BIT too late for me. Sorry :(
That was that. And now I have a flight ahead of me.
A vacation in India. Flying tonight at 7. Don't fucking spam my FB or summin!
That's that. I tried improvising comedy. But I know I CAN improvise in poetry.
High'ness Of The Prom
We went forth,
With suits and dresses;
We had some hot broth,
And luckily no messes;
We had a night,
To never forget;
Cheering with might,
It's spirit I bet;
Many men,
And quite a few women;
I used a pen,
Sadly my comedy was like this "no rhyme"...
But nevertheless, We had fun!
We shall forever be;
4e5, Jokes and Puns,
We'll try to hug trees! (Haniff :))
Prom was a great night. I never expected to be up for Prom King and make a fool outta myself trying comedy (I really thought the word "chapathi" would inspire more laughter)
Oh well. It ended quick. Then everyone rushing about going "Take photo!!" Which we did, in abundance.
Ibra came looking like MJ. With the glove and everything.
Food was exceptional. I ate my 50 dollars worth, so Im happy.
Everyone looked a bit different yesterday, and for a bit of today.
We wanted to watch a movie afterwards, but it turned out a BIT too late for me. Sorry :(
That was that. And now I have a flight ahead of me.
A vacation in India. Flying tonight at 7. Don't fucking spam my FB or summin!
That's that. I tried improvising comedy. But I know I CAN improvise in poetry.
High'ness Of The Prom
We went forth,
With suits and dresses;
We had some hot broth,
And luckily no messes;
We had a night,
To never forget;
Cheering with might,
It's spirit I bet;
Many men,
And quite a few women;
I used a pen,
Sadly my comedy was like this "no rhyme"...
But nevertheless, We had fun!
We shall forever be;
4e5, Jokes and Puns,
We'll try to hug trees! (Haniff :))
Sunday, November 15, 2009
End Of Os, And End Of Days
YEA. I know it's late to declare the O levels over, but....
O LEVELS ARE OVER!!
there!
After chem paper we went a watched 2012 and It Was So E-P-I-C!!!!!!
SO MUCH DESTRUCTION!!
Next day quenton's hse where Jerwin keeps gettin pwnd by the rest of us,
and FUN!
My table is clean.
No more braces.
New bike.
Having fun in fable.
Life is good.
So is this poem. (it was typed out, not originally written)
The Start Of The End
Well,
It's over;
Now what?
Well, we can...
Maybe ride the bus,
Go to someone's place?
Hop in with us,
We're staying for a few days;
We can play with a box,
Not just any old box;
It's one with an 'X'
Nothing else rhymes, so FOX!
Yes! we can be random too!
Let's see...
Jiggery Biggery Zoos,
In a giant bumble bee;
That seems odd and queer,
Random and a bit wierd;
Im typing it, sitting on a weir,
Im thinking, and stroking my beard;
Thats it! We can grow a beard!
And twirl it about;
Then by all we may be feared,
Though of that I doubt...
What else can we do?
Maybe a film, of the end?
We can bring the whole class too,
Together time we shall spend!
Oh joyous are we!
Look at our laughter!
Though laughter you can't see,
And that was the day after;
(or the day before,
I don't really know, anymore)
So this much we hav done,
And thus far I shall write;
Im gonna chew some gum,
No metal in my mouth tonight!
O LEVELS ARE OVER!!
there!
After chem paper we went a watched 2012 and It Was So E-P-I-C!!!!!!
SO MUCH DESTRUCTION!!
Next day quenton's hse where Jerwin keeps gettin pwnd by the rest of us,
and FUN!
My table is clean.
No more braces.
New bike.
Having fun in fable.
Life is good.
So is this poem. (it was typed out, not originally written)
The Start Of The End
Well,
It's over;
Now what?
Well, we can...
Maybe ride the bus,
Go to someone's place?
Hop in with us,
We're staying for a few days;
We can play with a box,
Not just any old box;
It's one with an 'X'
Nothing else rhymes, so FOX!
Yes! we can be random too!
Let's see...
Jiggery Biggery Zoos,
In a giant bumble bee;
That seems odd and queer,
Random and a bit wierd;
Im typing it, sitting on a weir,
Im thinking, and stroking my beard;
Thats it! We can grow a beard!
And twirl it about;
Then by all we may be feared,
Though of that I doubt...
What else can we do?
Maybe a film, of the end?
We can bring the whole class too,
Together time we shall spend!
Oh joyous are we!
Look at our laughter!
Though laughter you can't see,
And that was the day after;
(or the day before,
I don't really know, anymore)
So this much we hav done,
And thus far I shall write;
Im gonna chew some gum,
No metal in my mouth tonight!
Monday, November 9, 2009
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
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
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
'O' Levels Kidnapped Me
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!
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!
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;
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