Mood: Fucking pissed off. Diana Goh must be punished! (Ain't afraid of you authorities gettin' me. We're living in a free world)
Enjoying: Bossa Nova and Kopi with no suger.
Good evening dear readers. School fucking sucks ttm. Especially my fucking maths. Mother fucker! I did do my questions but FUCK. She gave me a big question mark. Fuck!
Anyway, it happened in the morning so yea. Now I feel better. HOHO.
And I've came up with some rhymes!
[A trip to the moon, via Mars and Venus.
Starry, starry night.
but life gripped my neck like a vice.
And I really do miss you,
right and true.
If you're going to treat me like a fool,
that just won't do.
Because I deserve better,
a better hand to hold.
a hand that will never ever turn cold.
For my passion will keep it warm,
because for you, I will take the fall.
For you, my dear,
I'll give my all.
Waking up in the middle of the night,
I've wonder why in my dreams I would cry.
My dream of flying,
soaring in the skies.
I took a leap from my apartment,
I thought it will happen.
But I slipped,
I fell,
And my death is what I smell.
And to the moon is where I would go,
Via Mars and Venus,
the route is the one and only home.
Humble home for my soul.
On, Mars the barren red land,
craters filled with blood.
And they all blend,
like a piece of art.
Venus is light years away,
But the trip is like a day.
For I am a dead man without a face.
And on Venus. The planet so hot.
Its like you, but 7 years apart.
And I thought you will be who you are.
But now I see a star in your place.
A star, far away.
A star I can see, but no touch.
but with all this I don't hold no grudge.
And to the moon is where I will go last and next,
Because even my soul is dead.
Alfie © 2009.
Permettez-y d'être connu à vous que je vous veux terriblement.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Breebree free theengs!
Mood: Inspired and a little bit of sadness
Enjoying: Some special herbal tea from granny!
Hi people.
First of all, fuck school. Art was 3 fucking hours and I fucking finished in an hour and a half, and I would've spent the three fucking hours absorbing my physics.
Second, Fuck physics. Because shit never is being taught in school, and we don't fucking understand. Thank you fucking Retnam. Fuck your brains.
Alright and lastly, I've got a new poetry that I'm inspired to write like half an hour ago.
I'll be calling it "Every Drop Of Misses I've Given To You"
[ Call it sickness if you would,
call it a sydrome.
Call it wasting time if you should,
because I'm not your typical brute.
Don't even call me crude,
for this is rude.
Because for every drop of misses,
I saved them all for you.
Its like a pandemic,
its like flu.
And when I give these misses to you,
I feel the blues, blues, blues.
Autumn came,
summer left,
and we were left with memories,
memories of us as friends.
Like the water and paint,
they blend.
Like a flash storm,
it'll end.
Before I could make a sound,
before I could turn around,
you're gone.
without a trace,
like the indie lable song.
Alfie (c) .2009 ]
Et si j'ai dit que je vous ai aimés, diriez-vous oui aussi ? Cela être assez?
Enjoying: Some special herbal tea from granny!
Hi people.
First of all, fuck school. Art was 3 fucking hours and I fucking finished in an hour and a half, and I would've spent the three fucking hours absorbing my physics.
Second, Fuck physics. Because shit never is being taught in school, and we don't fucking understand. Thank you fucking Retnam. Fuck your brains.
Alright and lastly, I've got a new poetry that I'm inspired to write like half an hour ago.
I'll be calling it "Every Drop Of Misses I've Given To You"
[ Call it sickness if you would,
call it a sydrome.
Call it wasting time if you should,
because I'm not your typical brute.
Don't even call me crude,
for this is rude.
Because for every drop of misses,
I saved them all for you.
Its like a pandemic,
its like flu.
And when I give these misses to you,
I feel the blues, blues, blues.
Autumn came,
summer left,
and we were left with memories,
memories of us as friends.
Like the water and paint,
they blend.
Like a flash storm,
it'll end.
Before I could make a sound,
before I could turn around,
you're gone.
without a trace,
like the indie lable song.
Alfie (c) .2009 ]
Et si j'ai dit que je vous ai aimés, diriez-vous oui aussi ? Cela être assez?
Monday, September 14, 2009
I'm getting out of my mind.
Mood: Bewildered, dumbfounded.
Enjoying: Jazz and whiskey.
HI PEOPLE. you might wonder why I'm always indulging in alcohol. Well, you can do it too, if you have a bottle of whiskey and you have only 3 or 4 shots max everyday. Works wonder for your system ;)
okayyyyy so.. Its a monday. and I came home early. Fuck prelims. Anyway hers a little something that I sent to someone. Kinda love it.
Its untitled though. hehe
[It seemed like it was today when I realise the truth,
the truth about me, not you.
My admiration for you knows no boundaries,
and even though I know you've got him,
but I'll still think of you when the lights have dimmed.
Shake me awake from this dream,
a dream of you and me,
but I know chances of it are slim.
I asked myself,
"what would she do, what is there to lose?"
but I've always knew reality was being crude.
"Goodbye friendship, hello heartache."
these words lingered in my head.
These words haunt me on my bed.
For every dream I had,
I dreamt them all for you.
For all the dreams I kept,
I reserved them all for you.
Do not doubt this,
for all is true.
I never thought it'll start,
and I don't want this to part.
Loving is an art,
so be my canvas.
Be one of the parts.
The part that completes the puzzle,
keep these eyes hazel.
I would be your best inamorato,
but I'll be hiding in the cold.
For your every glance takes away my soul.
Grant me the wish to be by your side,
spare me the tears, don't make me cry.
I'll say goodbye to alone if you would,
I'll say I love you, a lot, if I should.
Alfie .(c) 2009.
Enjoying: Jazz and whiskey.
HI PEOPLE. you might wonder why I'm always indulging in alcohol. Well, you can do it too, if you have a bottle of whiskey and you have only 3 or 4 shots max everyday. Works wonder for your system ;)
okayyyyy so.. Its a monday. and I came home early. Fuck prelims. Anyway hers a little something that I sent to someone. Kinda love it.
Its untitled though. hehe
[It seemed like it was today when I realise the truth,
the truth about me, not you.
My admiration for you knows no boundaries,
and even though I know you've got him,
but I'll still think of you when the lights have dimmed.
Shake me awake from this dream,
a dream of you and me,
but I know chances of it are slim.
I asked myself,
"what would she do, what is there to lose?"
but I've always knew reality was being crude.
"Goodbye friendship, hello heartache."
these words lingered in my head.
These words haunt me on my bed.
For every dream I had,
I dreamt them all for you.
For all the dreams I kept,
I reserved them all for you.
Do not doubt this,
for all is true.
I never thought it'll start,
and I don't want this to part.
Loving is an art,
so be my canvas.
Be one of the parts.
The part that completes the puzzle,
keep these eyes hazel.
I would be your best inamorato,
but I'll be hiding in the cold.
For your every glance takes away my soul.
Grant me the wish to be by your side,
spare me the tears, don't make me cry.
I'll say goodbye to alone if you would,
I'll say I love you, a lot, if I should.
Alfie .(c) 2009.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
happy belated birthday, Elaina!
Mood: JOVIAL!
Enjoying: Star Movies and Whiskey for company! (because Elaina's party was so straight edged LOL)
Hoi! Yea hey. So it was likke 11.45pm did I reach home and I've decided to write a poetry for my birthday girl, Elaina!
Title's
When God Decided To Show Off.
Because he was underestimate,
he took up his pen.
He drew a figure on the paper,
a figure with tiny hands.
A girl the size of a mouse,
a girl with the heart the size of a bear.
mesmerized many,
she was proud,
Like a morning magpie,
thats how her voice had sound.
"before you is perfection," God said
"and now I lend her to you, return me on this date."
For He loved His creation too much,
and he's afraid she'll start of fade.
He wants to give her to someone,
a responsible mate.
The time will come where he will take her back,
the time she'll take her last waltz dance.
He'll show to the Angels of ranks,
how much of a success he had done in this day.
The ninth day on the ninth month of the year '96,
She made everyone feel honoured,
she made everyone feel pround.
And her beatuy will not stop until the seventh trumpet sound.
Alfie (c). 2009
Enjoying: Star Movies and Whiskey for company! (because Elaina's party was so straight edged LOL)
Hoi! Yea hey. So it was likke 11.45pm did I reach home and I've decided to write a poetry for my birthday girl, Elaina!
Title's
When God Decided To Show Off.
Because he was underestimate,
he took up his pen.
He drew a figure on the paper,
a figure with tiny hands.
A girl the size of a mouse,
a girl with the heart the size of a bear.
mesmerized many,
she was proud,
Like a morning magpie,
thats how her voice had sound.
"before you is perfection," God said
"and now I lend her to you, return me on this date."
For He loved His creation too much,
and he's afraid she'll start of fade.
He wants to give her to someone,
a responsible mate.
The time will come where he will take her back,
the time she'll take her last waltz dance.
He'll show to the Angels of ranks,
how much of a success he had done in this day.
The ninth day on the ninth month of the year '96,
She made everyone feel honoured,
she made everyone feel pround.
And her beatuy will not stop until the seventh trumpet sound.
Alfie (c). 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
To live or not to?
HI PEOPLE! ITS BEEN AWHILE SINCE I'VE LAST POSTED ANY THING HERE! I apologise for that! Yea. O level's catching up with us and I can't take time off to post anything. Life is going well and of course, what is life without storms?
NO STORM SHALT CAPSIZE THE SHIP WHENCE I ART THY CAPTAIN!
Yea. I've written a new one. Its called.
A Lullaby For the broken hearted.
NO STORM SHALT CAPSIZE THE SHIP WHENCE I ART THY CAPTAIN!
Yea. I've written a new one. Its called.
A Lullaby For the broken hearted.
Lessons learnt from break up are always present,
Heartbreaker will stay triumphant forever.
I tried crawling out of the debris,
and in my soliloquy,
I cried out, wanting to be free.
I told my friends I never wanted to bleed.
I only knew how much razor blades can hurt me,
never knew how much you could too.
All the times I spent on you,
all the telephone bill I spent on you,
the times I got blamed for loving you.
It never held me back,
but why girl,
why have you left?
Why have you leave me to Mr. Death?
You left me crying like a fool.
I never knew you could cry in your sleep,
I never knew how tragic it is,
to be awaken every night by your nightmare.
Girl you were in all my dreams,
being good or bad.
For the last time,
I want you to know how much you mean to me.
Heartbreaker will stay triumphant forever.
I tried crawling out of the debris,
and in my soliloquy,
I cried out, wanting to be free.
I told my friends I never wanted to bleed.
I only knew how much razor blades can hurt me,
never knew how much you could too.
All the times I spent on you,
all the telephone bill I spent on you,
the times I got blamed for loving you.
It never held me back,
but why girl,
why have you left?
Why have you leave me to Mr. Death?
You left me crying like a fool.
I never knew you could cry in your sleep,
I never knew how tragic it is,
to be awaken every night by your nightmare.
Girl you were in all my dreams,
being good or bad.
For the last time,
I want you to know how much you mean to me.
Alfie. (C) 2009
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