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.)
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
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.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
king of cannons
today, i would like to present one of the greatest and most influential person i have and will ever met. i met him 1st when i was in standard 2 and his parents are my parents friend. okok, getting to d point. so, as luck arises with everywhere i go, i was again in d same class with him dis year. you all out der reading dis, dun ever tell him or either he hav my head or I hav ur head. i guess i dun ned to mention his name would i???? redundant. ok. to us, he is king... king cannon.
one of his most distinguish features dat only a deaf could miss is his voice. his voice does not make him influencial or remembered... it is his way of conversing through the boom hole dat he calles his mouth. he is the king, the reign, unprecented king, of boasting.....oh i yesterday played a game... i killed 6 person before the game disconnected from host.... by the gods, the game did not even started when the host got disconnected. i can give u a thousand and one examples, the next will always be worst den d last. but as i said, it is redundant. he is KING. and today he proved it again.
'look .... like dis...... hit d ball der.... yeah... dats it.....' dats wad the king told me to do. teaching me how to hit d ball when plying volleyball when the competition was about to start. yeah. i said' now i noe, thanks.' and he walk of. nth particullarly exciting after dat. when our match started, he was d 1st to serve. he said he could do it, we believe him. peeeeettttt. the wistle blew, he struck it with force, amazing us, as the ball struck d net and never went over.yeah, we were 'impressed' with his 1st shot, nvm, maybe it was his nerves. let him get hold. as the game when on, and his kungfu style volleyball was on show, and he made our team 'won' 5 or 6 points. he was the hottest asset on d team yeah. without him, i wonder if our team might have made it at least to round to..... haiz... in d end, he 'contributed' at least 11++ points for the opposite team, he rocksssssssss. i was always impress with how he hold himself after he failed. he said, it was my hand.... blah blah blah.
and before i end, he was also very boastful den he got 60+=for moral and did not fail add math, i was impress as ever with him.he was like a stupid cock crowing, living up to his name as KING OF CANNONS. thank you thank you
one of his most distinguish features dat only a deaf could miss is his voice. his voice does not make him influencial or remembered... it is his way of conversing through the boom hole dat he calles his mouth. he is the king, the reign, unprecented king, of boasting.....oh i yesterday played a game... i killed 6 person before the game disconnected from host.... by the gods, the game did not even started when the host got disconnected. i can give u a thousand and one examples, the next will always be worst den d last. but as i said, it is redundant. he is KING. and today he proved it again.
'look .... like dis...... hit d ball der.... yeah... dats it.....' dats wad the king told me to do. teaching me how to hit d ball when plying volleyball when the competition was about to start. yeah. i said' now i noe, thanks.' and he walk of. nth particullarly exciting after dat. when our match started, he was d 1st to serve. he said he could do it, we believe him. peeeeettttt. the wistle blew, he struck it with force, amazing us, as the ball struck d net and never went over.yeah, we were 'impressed' with his 1st shot, nvm, maybe it was his nerves. let him get hold. as the game when on, and his kungfu style volleyball was on show, and he made our team 'won' 5 or 6 points. he was the hottest asset on d team yeah. without him, i wonder if our team might have made it at least to round to..... haiz... in d end, he 'contributed' at least 11++ points for the opposite team, he rocksssssssss. i was always impress with how he hold himself after he failed. he said, it was my hand.... blah blah blah.
and before i end, he was also very boastful den he got 60+=for moral and did not fail add math, i was impress as ever with him.he was like a stupid cock crowing, living up to his name as KING OF CANNONS. thank you thank you
Monday, July 13, 2009
yeah
Eh. where was i again? lost track of time, too busy with my personal career of eatin and sleepin. hmmmm... wad have i done dis past few days? eat and sleep and play seems to occupy most of my time. oh yeah, i when to penang . i haven been der since my bro went away. i went der on friday to visit my ah ma n ah kong. had to sacrifice my day of excitin futsal to go to penang and sit the whole day in the house doin nth , a nice exchange isn't it? so wad did my aunt and uncle say when dey 1st saw me after a few months??? come on u noe it... my pimples. Oh khai shuen wad happened to u? den i would say i was thinking of girls, hormone imbalance. as if i can do anythin about my face. at least d plus point is i borrowed a story book from me cousin, nice book sharlynn. but u gonna pay if i get bad results 4 dis exam. i used up d whole sunday to finish d book, all ur fault sharlynn, y do u hav to supply me wif dat book? not as if i wanted it, but it was actually quite nice. i would hav regretted if i have not read it, but it is still ur fault.
oh yeah speaking of days, i went to cinema wif fwen on thursday b4 my day in penang. watched transformer, too bad u cant watch cus someones pmr is comin up eh??? den on sunday had to waste a whole morn to receive me two prize at school. it was rainin d whole nite and mornin, imagin how nice is it to hav slept through d day. haiz... 1 of my biggest regret of my life.um... nth else. bb. gudnite u all(suckers) out der. remember me as d great one.
oh yeah speaking of days, i went to cinema wif fwen on thursday b4 my day in penang. watched transformer, too bad u cant watch cus someones pmr is comin up eh??? den on sunday had to waste a whole morn to receive me two prize at school. it was rainin d whole nite and mornin, imagin how nice is it to hav slept through d day. haiz... 1 of my biggest regret of my life.um... nth else. bb. gudnite u all(suckers) out der. remember me as d great one.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Kaucauing.
Um.... where was i? oh yeah, 24 of june. my family forgot my bday. i dun really mind. it is just dat i may suffer and cry in agony all by myself. ok, after my bday..... i got my only present from my mum's friend and guess wad she gave me?............. pimple cleanser to wash my pimple filled face, so cun, i go here, people tsk tsk tsk at my face, i go der , ppl say walao, look at his beautiful pimple face, mahai, as if i m not der.but nvm, my mum said her ugly duckling will bcum a swan.(dun say i bepaise)
After that, nth really happened, oh yeah, b4 dat, i went to physic tuition( ppl der also tsk tsk at my face, suckers. their look of concern cant cover wad dey were thinkin"oh, look at khai shuen, where goes his handsome face?'(dun say i bepaise)) den after d tuition, i went on with my routine,that is go do my small buisness at d tuition centre. ahmad went in 1st den i went in. i was halfway emtying my bladder when dey laugh outside and i was thinking'OMG something is really wrong. den suddenly, the lights when off and omg, i cant AIM. so i stood der not daring to move while i finish my buisness with dem laughing outside and with me cursing inside. it was about 2 minutes b4 det on d lights,so gatal ,ish.
oh yeah, stupid class, laugh at my bc essay, 小明和美燕, sien la dey all. dey pass d paper d whole class for a few days and i did not noe, ish. kacau betul. 37 marks out of 70 4 d essay is not bad la, is it????
today i was suppose to have group study, but d cancel last minute. so i had to ran to ibrhim to fetch my mum b4 she went away. when i got der she was not der, walao, i took 25 minutes to go to my fathers office at ceria der. and d books damn heavy and hot .nvm, i am ironman( dun say i bepaise)
After that, nth really happened, oh yeah, b4 dat, i went to physic tuition( ppl der also tsk tsk at my face, suckers. their look of concern cant cover wad dey were thinkin"oh, look at khai shuen, where goes his handsome face?'(dun say i bepaise)) den after d tuition, i went on with my routine,that is go do my small buisness at d tuition centre. ahmad went in 1st den i went in. i was halfway emtying my bladder when dey laugh outside and i was thinking'OMG something is really wrong. den suddenly, the lights when off and omg, i cant AIM. so i stood der not daring to move while i finish my buisness with dem laughing outside and with me cursing inside. it was about 2 minutes b4 det on d lights,so gatal ,ish.
oh yeah, stupid class, laugh at my bc essay, 小明和美燕, sien la dey all. dey pass d paper d whole class for a few days and i did not noe, ish. kacau betul. 37 marks out of 70 4 d essay is not bad la, is it????
today i was suppose to have group study, but d cancel last minute. so i had to ran to ibrhim to fetch my mum b4 she went away. when i got der she was not der, walao, i took 25 minutes to go to my fathers office at ceria der. and d books damn heavy and hot .nvm, i am ironman( dun say i bepaise)
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