ALL DA VILE.... TRESSIN THRU PENANG....

Hmmm... the mirroring clear lake that

enchanted the trees to stoop down for a drink....

the avenue of drinking trees made the ride more intimadated to nature...

The fisrt dawn, that i witness after ages of sleep.....

i had tried to sneak out in the night but it was

 whole damn filled with people. no space for parking also.

but the morn added magic to the rolling wheels...

the view was great and above all the first rays of sunlight touched my brow...

trailing the whoel day filled with warmth and love....

MARISH NITE MARE//////

OH!!!!... its freakin meh out.... da high xplosion of heat in da head... gosh.... have 2 reconsider, whether m 4 da buks or da buks r 4 meh??????????????
xam tym.... is my coma stage... nothin goes in the head n nothin comes out on da paper.......
can i change da white sheet 4 a black sheet????????? after all its just a shit.... wats da big deal????????
CULD went okie,,,, xpect 4 some mpty slots vich i filled wid my own interpretation.....
BUSINESS MATHS,,,,,,, i ll manipualte.... 2 da xtent dat i dnt recognize da new outluk.....
THINKING SKILLS......gosh my thinking skils is just nil... c'mon m not meant 4 thinkin... so whr wil da skils come 4om?????????? sbd gimmme a thinkin tip.......................
FOOD SCIENCE AND SANITATION....okie... now sth i can do about it.... coz it's al abt food...af8r alll...but y da lecturer olwez give da toughest heck 2 it.... she is just like.. da encyclopedia... ranging her hygiene 4om da PM 2 da cornest corner of da street... u kno... da earth is neva meant 2 b clean... so wat is dat  fuss all abt????????????
ACCOUNTS................... it just kills my pills n bills... apartin 4om killin my brainless brain..........
profit n loss.. all centered around da capital of tym n mega bugs/////////////// hope i can handle........... my fingers r not meant 4 countin dose lumsome sums..///// thy r 2 feeble 4 dat...
but luckily i can do some magic wid acc.///
dis nitemare ll end by friday......................
DAT GIVES MY SATISFACTION.... UNTIL I ENCOUNTER DA MARKS SHEET.....

CAN ANYBUDY GIMME A TITE KNOCK ON MY HEAD!!!!!!!!!!! I NEED SOLACE IN MY OWN FEAR>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

FACES OF AGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Deep buried eyes…
Hollowed with age n adventure…
Streams of tears have curved in2 pool of reminiscence…
The edges of fear have narrowed the transcend of time…
The claustrophobic socket has been over looped by the curtains of eye lid…
Last it a while long, the anxiousness of time has never left the eyes…
Eyebrows still rise at the foot step of an intruder…
But the lines of curiosity stretch far beyond the wide absconding turf.
Sliding down the downy stairs, beckon for the turbulence…
With age, the passage of air has blocked to the winds of fury…
Calm the impending cyclone of fear, the breeze can coil out the violence…
Mustn’t you rush at the cry of the flagging voice…?
Rather trail the bleating sobs, lest it lead you to the den of cries……
Hear out for the last cry of the slumbering soul….
I rest here to witness the flawing voice of a man, grief stricken…
One moment …… more…
Give a glance to the tethering strands of WHITE….
Adorning the bivalve of the vocals, bust out the fail whiskers
Stranding the un- kneaded locks of era………
Pause your thought on the moment of reflection…
Clear as the crystal in the light of reality….
Follow the story of the wrinkled groove…
Every furrow has a narration to be made…
Lend your ears to the stiffened soul….
You can hear a feeble cry; Magnifying amplitude….

Give a moment chase to the AGE…..
That IS drowning with age….

C DA CLARITY OF UR FACE... CUPPED IN UR OWN HANDS!!!

IS DIS TELLIN U 2 TURN UR FACE AGAINST DA WORLD???????????
feel da plight of ur feelin wen u think like dat... m sensible enuf 2 let u kno ...dats no emo @ all... clear as crystal...
ur face cupped in ur own hands... dat tells how much u strength u hve regained 2 embrace ur oddity!!!!!!!!!
m a familiar face 2 my own hands...  i feel closer 3 my flesh n skin wen i distress out my tears on2 da strong plams...
                 IT'S ANODER WAY OF LETTIN U KNO URSELF BETTER!!!!!

Poem by an African.... Awesome..
Nominated 2005... for the best poem...

When I born, I BLACK,
When I gow up, I BLACK,
When I go in sun, I BLACK,
When I scared, I BLACK,
When I sick, I BLACK,
When I die, I STILL BLACK........

And, You WHITE FELLA,
When you Born, you PINK,
When you grow up, you WHITE,
When you go out in sun, you RED,
When you cold, you BLUE,
When you scared, you YELLOW,
When you sick, you GREEN,
When you die, you GRAY......

AND YOU CALLING ME COLORED???????????

UNDER DAT ROUND DOME....

MAGNIFY DA PACE OF UR HEART BEAT WID UR UNBEATEN STEPS!

DROPS OF TEARS RAIN 4OM DA BRIM OF DA UMBRELLA...

U WALK ALONE IN DA NOWHERE DIRECTION...

MUDDY WID DA THOUGHTS OF UR TEARS.....

TAKE TYM 2 PONDER OVER DA VEINS OF DA TEARS..

UNDER DAT SHELTERING DOME...

BENEATH DOSE IRON VEINS...

U CAN KEEP URSELF DRY 4OM DA RAININ BLEEDS..

JUST HAVE DA HEART TO OPEN UP DA THOUSANDS HEART

DAT FLOWS DOWN 4OM UR HEART!!!!!!!!!

ALL WEL WID DA DRIPPIN RAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WAT SHAKESPHERE MUST HVE NARRATED….

TYMS HE WAS STIL ALIVE…

DELIVER IT 4OM TASHY…………..

4om da initiation 2 da enunciation…

Hmmmmmm…….

High 4 da lfy dat flew miles above da ground…

onli 2 realise da 9th cloud was just beneath their ground…

Cradled in da arms of love n anger…

Sad yet contended, wild yet subtle…

Make it a point 2 pin point da biggest mistake,

M short 4 my finger…

Take da lite 2 think of da bigger victory…

Ma finger's, diminutive…

I think of da tym I stood by da giggling river…

All was stil wid da flowin wind…

Da River let its cry, cry louder…

Da sand ushered past my back…

Beneath my feet, da ants sheltered 4 homes…

Da dark cloud arose its anger, high…

Da sky showered its tears all over meh…
Da river pitched its cry a bit more dripping…
So swiftly da river took its course;
welcomin more drop of tears…
da wind calmed down wid da waverin drizzle…
all in da midst of procession,
I stood still wid….
da wind dat whispered 2 meh da might of its storm..
da river dat changed its swift…

da cloud dat darkened my sight…

da sky dat sodden my tears…

I wait 4 da tym 2 lift meh by…………

I sit still n I m cradled in my own arms…
Warm 4 da heart dat was cold from solitude…

Cosy 4 da cold dat enveloped my dammed form…

I shiver a bit n I fall back in da bed of da earth…

Hard yet soft 4 da stiffened body!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ALL THOSE MOMENTS WILL BE LOST IN TIME

AS THE TEARS IN THE RAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!

sth abt da luk in my lfy...........

i hve walked da lane of becomin a dame..

i neva had da map of livin 2 live by it..

i just strol by n things land in their own chord

vich may b appealin or da odervise side of da story,,,

m olwez @ da heart of myself..

so i drown myself in da ocean of my thoughts

n l8r regret placin myself beneath da bottomed layers of possible suffcation..

m a bit ideolomatic but m f9 @ dat///

coz every cross in lfy is nothin but da cross @ ur own frowns

i stil whisper 2 da deaf n da dumb

i silently luk thru da eyes of da blind

m not hapy coz i miz da innocent laughter of joy........

n m stil happy coz i haven't encounterd myself wid da saddest of all

I COMPLAINED OF NOT HAVIN SHOES,

UNTIL I SAW A MAN WIDOUT FEET....

LFY TEACHES IN ITSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!