Sunday, October 26, 2003
feeling bored with nothing to do,
just stuck at home, missing you.
what seems so near, is actually so far.
the distance is just actually of a one foot bar.
i'm not making any sense,
you can even see without your spectacle lens.
just sitting in my easy chair,
hoping that you would just care.
nothing much happened tdy..just damned bored..at home..tdy cat class ah..just played badminton and prayed and updated the journal..haha..gonna have a guest over at my house soon..in abt 1 hour 25 min time..somewhere around there la..you people must tag my board kay?and will somebody please tell me who is fluffyslippers??
--Aunt Agony at 1:36 PM
Saturday, October 25, 2003
from this time on,
all that i've known, shall be gone.
to turn away from all that is good,
moving away, from the happy spot that i once stood.
to stay or to go?
well, i'm just going with the flow.
stuck in this anxiety,
no one knows, 'cos only i can see.
this lousy atmosphere that i'm in,
is not thick, instead its getting too thin.
to be hated by my own loved ones,
fine, chuck me out, for all i care,
just love your own sons.
this poem is for anyone who'll come to this site..which is no one actually so nevermind. this poem's also for wholey-you know who you are;-)-anywayz..long time no blogging alr..and alphonsus..update ure blady blog la!!1 week no update already you know??
--Aunt Agony at 1:42 PM
Thursday, October 23, 2003
lost and alone,
feeling so blue.
i just cant go on,
without you.
--Aunt Agony at 6:08 PM
Wednesday, October 22, 2003
aah..this is the life damned exams over finally..yea man smart ah adam top your class for 2 papers..tsk tsk hard work pays off..haha..hmm sometimes im just getting damn tired of this life im leading just damn damn damn sick and f***ing tired of this damn life.dun mind the swear words,i just cant help it.
sometimes i cannot take it anymore,
this life which has gone so damn sore.
it hurts so much and im getting so sick and tired of it,
if i continue leading it, i'll end up in a fit.
--Aunt Agony at 2:29 PM
Monday, October 20, 2003
lost in thoughts,
wondering how cruel life would be.
all tied up in knots,
just that no one could ever see.
heyaz..nth much happened tdy..just went to the heeren and cineleisure with jaz tdy..and then we took neoprints and stuff quite fun have not done that for a long time now..hmmm..well gotta run peace out yall.
--Aunt Agony at 5:39 PM
Sunday, October 19, 2003
feeling lost and hopeless,
i am trapped with this awful curse.
no one knows about my troubles,
hmm..weird sunday tdy..nothing much happened..missed blogging yesterday..my bro was busy using the computer..haha at least i get to blog tdy..love it man..peace out yall.
--Aunt Agony at 2:09 PM
Friday, October 17, 2003
this is getting kinda sore,
well, this thing already tore.
so whats the point of patching it back
i'm just leaving it on the rack.
sigh, i guess this is life,
no point loving it, it just cuts like a knife.
shutting out people all around,
then alas, there is no sound.
nice poem? give me your comments on the poems i compose and tag my board please. thanx loads peace out yall.
--Aunt Agony at 6:47 PM
Wednesday, October 15, 2003
hahaz..thanx A LOT bryan for the 2 webs..i'm linking the SECOND one only..lol damn lame you know..like win emmy awards like tt lol..then i taught jaz how to hold the cup!!...while she taught me how to peel prawns..after i was done i was only left with 1/3 of the prawn..wow i feel so accomplished.mah foot la haha.
if living this life is so painful,
i don't want to live it anymore.
let me leave this awful place,
to where i can feel nothing no more.
i've been hurt too much,
and i was thinking.
maybe cutting myself like such,
my clock will stop ticking.
--Aunt Agony at 12:36 PM
Tuesday, October 14, 2003
Loves Deitie
I long to talke with some old lovers ghost,
Who dyed before the god of Love was borne:
I cannot thinke that hee, who then lov'd most,
Sunke so low, as to love one which did scorne.
But since this god produc'd a destinie
And that vice nature, custome, lets it be;
I must love her, that loves not mee.
Sure, they which made him god, meant not so much:
Nor he, in his young godhead practis'd it.
But when an even flame two hearts did touch,
His office was indulgently fit.
Actives to passives: Correspondencie
Only his subject was. It cannot bee
Love, till I love her, that loves mee.
But every moderne god will now extend
Hist vast prerogative, as far as Jove.
To rage, to lust, to write to, to commed.
All is the purlewe of the God of love.
Of were wee wak'ned by this Tyrannie
To un'god this child againe, it could not bee
That I should love, who loves not mee
Rebell and Atheist too, why murmure I,
As though I felt the worst that could love doe?
Love might make me leave loving, or might trie
A deeper plague, to make her love mee too,
Which, since she loves before, I'am loth to see;
Falsehood is worse than hate; and that must bee,
If shee whom I love, should love mee.
- by John Donne
--Aunt Agony at 2:13 PM
true value is always hidden within,
what people see from the outside is just the skin.
look deep down and you will see,
'cos what you see from the outside, will never be.
haha..was thinking abt inner beauty..got nth better to do..dunno why also haha..hmmm..i was thinking if you like the person for the looks u only like the person's skin..and not his or her whole being.
--Aunt Agony at 1:15 PM
Monday, October 13, 2003
now its too late for regrets,
too bad its gone, it won't come back.
looking at the mirror, an image reflects,
an empty person, whose heart so ever black.
closing up to the people around.
they ask what's wrong,
i'll say nothing, i'm just looking at the ground.
but in my mind i'm actually thinking;
shall i end this life of mine, when i have a road ahead, so long?
heyaz..today ah..nothing exciting happened..just had science paper and chinese paper one today phew they were quite okay managed to answer all the questions for science..now its 4 down..5 exams to go..gotta mug hard pple..k then tts all for today..haha enjoy the poem i composed today.
--Aunt Agony at 2:15 PM
Sunday, October 12, 2003
i'm leaving you,
and all those happy times you gave me too.
all the misery you made it mine,
now i'm just gonna leave them all behind.
now you're with another,
and she's like no other.
i wish you both all the best,
and finally, i can put my mind to rest.
haha..you may think the poem's lame..but its just what im thinking now la..got nth better to do..having a splitting headache and composing a poem can be quite difficult u noe..hahaz..k don't mind me yea, enjoy.
--Aunt Agony at 1:30 PM
Saturday, October 11, 2003
think positive,
ha, i wonder how
this feeling, negative
is what i have now.
rejection is the worst,
apart from depression.
i'll be the first,
to make this confession.
having dark thoughts,
its just not me lately.
i hope i won't be caught,
by those whom i love greatly.
God, you are the light,
in your embrace,
there is no need to put a fight,
though now its disastrous in the human race.
ok..eh..nth much happened..this poem ah..is out to whoever who comes to this blog s.h.i.t..like anyone would come here but tts beside the point.anywayz enjoy pple.and to let yall know again i compose all the poems on this site.
--Aunt Agony at 1:15 PM
Friday, October 10, 2003
drowned in hate
is this fair?
is this my fate
i wish life would be without a care
for this wonderful place ive longed to be in
i cannot find.
being overcome by sin
im leaving my happy past behind.
the poems i compose reflects my emotions..so read and u shall see..anywayz..will be posting a poem everyday..hahaz..so..enjoy.
--Aunt Agony at 9:18 PM
Thursday, October 09, 2003
tell me when the kiss of life becomes a lie
thus burn a scar of skin too deep
-composed by anonymous before his execution.well tts only part of it la the whole poem was damn long and depressing.
as anger resides in me,
drowned in depression,
how can i be free?
feeling awful on the inside
no one could tell my emotions,
by looking on the outside.
composed by..me.
today so sucks alright..im not gonna relive it again.crap things who cares la.
--Aunt Agony at 5:40 PM