Monday, June 7, 2010
haihaihai
i am quite sure that you, which i mean as in you who are reading this, is very bored, or concerned about me(i m touched). as i, who is writing this, is really bored. ok....this is the holidays(noticed everytime i write this blogs its always during hols?) and here i am doing this staring into the screen again thingy. blah balh balh...who cares if i write this stuff? i doubt anyone ever read this. Hello??? anyone there??? c, no reply...i am talking to the com. wooaahhh, com., u are my angel. i fell in love with u when i first saw u....... sien larrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..even the com not responding to me.........walaoaoaooaoaoaoao. this is so pointless. go read books better... anyone got storybooks????? i ran out of supply long time ago d! eragon eragon eragon.... sick of it d.....OI! someone reply me! I demand books!!!!esclavo! do as i say or i will fire u!!!!! wow, i am seriously off.... go read books now, bye bye
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Graduation
People sometimes sing,
To mend,
Cus in the ears the words ring,
To no end.
The boys looked unconcerned,
But in their hearts lay,
A gigantic burden,
For all those at bay.
The day has to come,
When all will be gone,
And everyone will don,
The cap that signifies done.
The girls held hands,
Emotions abundant,
They counted to ten,
And swear never to be forgotten.
People say 'sorry',
Is the hardest word to say,
But 'goodbye' was the hardest to carry,
To the loved on that day.
When will they meet again?
Predictions go astray,
Most won't remain,
Most won't stay.
Tears will be shed,
Of that they are sure,
As freely as newly weds,
Hugs they have to endure.
Goodbye will be the word,
Used by every single one,
Flying like a freed bird,
And certainly not for fun.
The end is upon,
The old will turn to dust,
As flowers adorn,
The doors to separate paths.
I LOVE YOU GUYS
To mend,
Cus in the ears the words ring,
To no end.
The boys looked unconcerned,
But in their hearts lay,
A gigantic burden,
For all those at bay.
The day has to come,
When all will be gone,
And everyone will don,
The cap that signifies done.
The girls held hands,
Emotions abundant,
They counted to ten,
And swear never to be forgotten.
People say 'sorry',
Is the hardest word to say,
But 'goodbye' was the hardest to carry,
To the loved on that day.
When will they meet again?
Predictions go astray,
Most won't remain,
Most won't stay.
Tears will be shed,
Of that they are sure,
As freely as newly weds,
Hugs they have to endure.
Goodbye will be the word,
Used by every single one,
Flying like a freed bird,
And certainly not for fun.
The end is upon,
The old will turn to dust,
As flowers adorn,
The doors to separate paths.
I LOVE YOU GUYS
Saturday, November 21, 2009
I am Back.NOTICING
Warning: viewers discretion advised. The following text may contain explicit contents on the authors life. The writer is not liable to any legal actions whatsoever. ( it means I will not kena)
ok. i am back after a long hiatus. so, the holidays starts again, and what do i occupy it with? um.... i sit and stare at d screen i am staring at. it excites me to be doing dis the whole day. reli nothing better to do. oh, i did wash d car jus now. i even vacuum it, clap hands for the amazing shuen. u noe, i did realise important things while working on the car like there is this hole in one of the car mats. Besides that, i noticed dat my pants really need some tightening. It was coming down every 15 sec. and it was getting pretty annoying after half an hour. i also learn dat the vacuum cleaner should have a smaller nossle after i sucked it nuts, bolts coins and tissues. while i was clening the car, my mum came over and said: u noe son, 1 day when u wan to wash ur clothes, and if you are lazy, u can hang yr clothes outside until it rains like what i am doing now with my flowering pots since you always complaint about how difficult it is to clean things." and i must admit it, my mum give good advice.
Flashback.....
Yesterday i went for a jog and i was jogging so confident ly until i notice something when i was halfway through. i wore my shirt inside out. after that, it was really horrible. i did not wear my spects and was half blind by dat. i could not c if ppl were staring at me. i kind of shrunk whenever someone cums near me. cus my shirt was kind of obvious.
oh yeah, i also noticed dat our mr bala has quite a catchy caller ringtone. it starts with:yenaneeeeahenanne.i am trying to figure out d songs title.
i tink i should call it quitts today as i suddenly noticed dat i have some unfinished buisness in my lavatory. Ciao, to the jamban.
ok. i am back after a long hiatus. so, the holidays starts again, and what do i occupy it with? um.... i sit and stare at d screen i am staring at. it excites me to be doing dis the whole day. reli nothing better to do. oh, i did wash d car jus now. i even vacuum it, clap hands for the amazing shuen. u noe, i did realise important things while working on the car like there is this hole in one of the car mats. Besides that, i noticed dat my pants really need some tightening. It was coming down every 15 sec. and it was getting pretty annoying after half an hour. i also learn dat the vacuum cleaner should have a smaller nossle after i sucked it nuts, bolts coins and tissues. while i was clening the car, my mum came over and said: u noe son, 1 day when u wan to wash ur clothes, and if you are lazy, u can hang yr clothes outside until it rains like what i am doing now with my flowering pots since you always complaint about how difficult it is to clean things." and i must admit it, my mum give good advice.
Flashback.....
Yesterday i went for a jog and i was jogging so confident ly until i notice something when i was halfway through. i wore my shirt inside out. after that, it was really horrible. i did not wear my spects and was half blind by dat. i could not c if ppl were staring at me. i kind of shrunk whenever someone cums near me. cus my shirt was kind of obvious.
oh yeah, i also noticed dat our mr bala has quite a catchy caller ringtone. it starts with:yenaneeeeahenanne.i am trying to figure out d songs title.
i tink i should call it quitts today as i suddenly noticed dat i have some unfinished buisness in my lavatory. Ciao, to the jamban.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Unceasing Fever.
My heart,
Wants to move,
It won't shut up,
It wants love.
Tormented,
As the tears fall,
Forgotten,
As a blank wall.
My heart,
Only wants her,
It won't budge,
Forever.
It was filled,
When she first smiled,
And from there it built,
To longer than miles.
I used to call her sister,
She called me brother,
It changed to lover,
To an unceasing fever.
Tears like rain,
Marked the day,
Falling like a train,
I started to pray.
I was blinded by another,
When I first saw her,
It was a mistake that will bother,
Me forever.
I'm sorry,
Is all I can say,
I know the pain she had to carry,
When to another my eyes lay.
But I changed,
But she could not bury the bite,
The fact that lay bare,
That our love was not at first sight.
I used to call her sister,
She called me brother,
It changed to lover,
To an unceasing fever.
By the almighty Tam Khai Shuen.(the extraordinary poet, Interested??? give me a call and i might write a touching poem that will send you to heaven for only RM5.Affordable and definitely worth every cent of your RM 5 note.)
Wants to move,
It won't shut up,
It wants love.
Tormented,
As the tears fall,
Forgotten,
As a blank wall.
My heart,
Only wants her,
It won't budge,
Forever.
It was filled,
When she first smiled,
And from there it built,
To longer than miles.
I used to call her sister,
She called me brother,
It changed to lover,
To an unceasing fever.
Tears like rain,
Marked the day,
Falling like a train,
I started to pray.
I was blinded by another,
When I first saw her,
It was a mistake that will bother,
Me forever.
I'm sorry,
Is all I can say,
I know the pain she had to carry,
When to another my eyes lay.
But I changed,
But she could not bury the bite,
The fact that lay bare,
That our love was not at first sight.
I used to call her sister,
She called me brother,
It changed to lover,
To an unceasing fever.
By the almighty Tam Khai Shuen.(the extraordinary poet, Interested??? give me a call and i might write a touching poem that will send you to heaven for only RM5.Affordable and definitely worth every cent of your RM 5 note.)
Monday, September 7, 2009
bloody silly.
Looking through the glass,
I show my shiny ass,
To the beautiful lass,
With blonde pubic hair.
She only sees,
The thing above my knees,
Which is as big as a bee,
That i use to pee.
I was horny,
When i was lonely,
As she was so sexy,
I want to make her happy.
It is an adventure,
That she must endure,
For the mighty pleasure,
That she will always treasure.
I was rob,
As she bang me with a mop,
And my bee was chopped,
But it was a good hand job.
She was a tasty woman,
Just like Japanese ramen,
I was in heaven,
That's why i say Amen...
(from the best of Billy Lim, Joe Tam,Mac Lee and Sam Ooi.)
A GOOD HAND JOB
I show my shiny ass,
To the beautiful lass,
With blonde pubic hair.
She only sees,
The thing above my knees,
Which is as big as a bee,
That i use to pee.
I was horny,
When i was lonely,
As she was so sexy,
I want to make her happy.
It is an adventure,
That she must endure,
For the mighty pleasure,
That she will always treasure.
I was rob,
As she bang me with a mop,
And my bee was chopped,
But it was a good hand job.
She was a tasty woman,
Just like Japanese ramen,
I was in heaven,
That's why i say Amen...
(from the best of Billy Lim, Joe Tam,Mac Lee and Sam Ooi.)
A GOOD HAND JOB
friends forevea
To be in love,
Is a big vow,
Staying together and never move,
Least of all now.
So I fell for her,
And I even call her my girl,
She was my cosy fur,
Where I lay and curl.
But I have to ask you,
Ever love without holding back,
And out of the blue,
She told you to pack.
It is like running into a wall,
Losing breath and losing blood,
Reducing to not a crawl,
Treated more like dirt.
Of all those times we have been,
Of all those things we have seen,
How could she still be so mean,
Like without her I would be fine.
I can't remember how many tears I shed,
While i lay in the dark on my bed,
To you I was like dead,
Or that we had never met.
I can still remember your eyes,
But i never knew then that the dice,
Had already been thrown thrice,
Resulting your treatment of ice.
I still love you,
My love still new,
And as pure as dew,
With my head manning its crew.
Look into my eyes,
Touch my heart,
My love for you still won't suffice,
As it is still a bud.
But it will flourish,
If you don't banish,
And make me famish,
Of our friendship.
Is a big vow,
Staying together and never move,
Least of all now.
So I fell for her,
And I even call her my girl,
She was my cosy fur,
Where I lay and curl.
But I have to ask you,
Ever love without holding back,
And out of the blue,
She told you to pack.
It is like running into a wall,
Losing breath and losing blood,
Reducing to not a crawl,
Treated more like dirt.
Of all those times we have been,
Of all those things we have seen,
How could she still be so mean,
Like without her I would be fine.
I can't remember how many tears I shed,
While i lay in the dark on my bed,
To you I was like dead,
Or that we had never met.
I can still remember your eyes,
But i never knew then that the dice,
Had already been thrown thrice,
Resulting your treatment of ice.
I still love you,
My love still new,
And as pure as dew,
With my head manning its crew.
Look into my eyes,
Touch my heart,
My love for you still won't suffice,
As it is still a bud.
But it will flourish,
If you don't banish,
And make me famish,
Of our friendship.
Monday, August 17, 2009
dadadadadadadadaadadadda
speaking of practicality, humans have none, they thrive for what they want, what they hope, what they dream of everyday when they had their backs lying on their bed. but few succeed during their stay on this wonderful planet, and many others just get disillusion and dejected about their lives. and what have all this blabbering got to do with me? well, i am categorized in the losers section. i can have perseverance, hope,but achievement and me dun get along. i dun mind failure, but i do mind frustration. a fiasco doesn't bring me disappointment , its the hindrance.
i hate yesterday . it just makes a point to me that i am an utter letdown. what is it about me ? i dun know. bad luck? i dun know.
for example, look at my bloody pc. it just wont work for me when i bloody wanted it to, and that is just the peak of my problems. why such a foul mood? oh come on, somethings just wont happen for me, and many others that are unseek for would be ever present until the time that i needed them.
hah, sorry, dun noe what got into me, should enjoy life instead of making predicaments. so what happend to me this last few weeks? hmmm. nothing particular. except getting molested every now and then by the gays in my class. oh yeah, and i bloody hate chinese. stupid, unforgiving chinese periods. 6 classes on the last three days. and that is 'not much'. and the teacher was so cool. she keeps calling me to answer questions, knowing pretty well that i might as well eat my socks than rather get it right. i know its for my own good and blah blah blah, but chinese sub. and mr Tam Khai Shuen here is like a dog and a cat, .its like dung beetles and dung. you can roll me through a pile of chinese books but i would still be smelling stinking english.paste a chinese book on my face, and you have me paste my shoe on your face. but you know, chinese language is getting important, and we should study the language with willingness, that is willingness forced into me. so, all those suckers who gave up chinese and never leart chinese, you will never know whats it like to stand a whole period because you did not know the answer your chinese teacher asked you. feeling envious of me? its never too late. feel free to join me in my episode of chinese lessons, thats the time when i try to look studious for my chinese teacher while my mind is completely blank,. it is the art of acting clever while knowing you are utterly lost by the person standing in front of you, teaching you CHINESE.
i hate yesterday . it just makes a point to me that i am an utter letdown. what is it about me ? i dun know. bad luck? i dun know.
for example, look at my bloody pc. it just wont work for me when i bloody wanted it to, and that is just the peak of my problems. why such a foul mood? oh come on, somethings just wont happen for me, and many others that are unseek for would be ever present until the time that i needed them.
hah, sorry, dun noe what got into me, should enjoy life instead of making predicaments. so what happend to me this last few weeks? hmmm. nothing particular. except getting molested every now and then by the gays in my class. oh yeah, and i bloody hate chinese. stupid, unforgiving chinese periods. 6 classes on the last three days. and that is 'not much'. and the teacher was so cool. she keeps calling me to answer questions, knowing pretty well that i might as well eat my socks than rather get it right. i know its for my own good and blah blah blah, but chinese sub. and mr Tam Khai Shuen here is like a dog and a cat, .its like dung beetles and dung. you can roll me through a pile of chinese books but i would still be smelling stinking english.paste a chinese book on my face, and you have me paste my shoe on your face. but you know, chinese language is getting important, and we should study the language with willingness, that is willingness forced into me. so, all those suckers who gave up chinese and never leart chinese, you will never know whats it like to stand a whole period because you did not know the answer your chinese teacher asked you. feeling envious of me? its never too late. feel free to join me in my episode of chinese lessons, thats the time when i try to look studious for my chinese teacher while my mind is completely blank,. it is the art of acting clever while knowing you are utterly lost by the person standing in front of you, teaching you CHINESE.
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