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Monday, February 25, 2008

here's the story of my life for the past few days,
telling this story with my hand full of cracker brand lays,
being busy lately because of working,
working too hard to get money for spending,
so far i spent only 5o bucks and maybe more,
but now a new problem came up and make my pocket sore,
i had to spent almost 100 i guess to repair my psp,
what the fuck i guess im just careless and made a crack on my psp,
maybe god trying to teach me a lesson to use my money correctly,
so brought up a problem for me to settle with the wasted money,
i guess there really is a lesson for that,
and to let you people out there that my psp dont even last a month yet,
so i really need to work to cover up the repairing,
but i just feel it is a waste of money and felt stupid,
i should be more careful on what i have,
so that i wont have to use money just like that,

k lets get out of money business,
and enter my life experience,
nothing really facinates me so far,
and i started to shop like how girls are,
but of course not female stuff,
more on my clothes, footwear and more other stuff,
now im totally downgraded for meanwhile,
i have no psp, no electric guitar and this will make me wild,
but lucky theres ps2 and a acoustice guitar to entertain me,
but yet, its is not enough to entertain the clown in me,
so i may have to suffer and just do simple things,
while counting to the days where i will get my hand on those things,
so this is my life,
a life in a piece of poem or a rap i guess,

here stops this blogging,
till next time i'll be waiting,


9:08 PM

Saturday, February 9, 2008

either day or night i text you messages,
a message to a girl who is almost my age,
i just knew you for a few months,
i guess we have a strong friendship bonds,

when i think back, i have no idea how i knew you,
maybe by your friends or maybe by your friendster too,
i kept wondering but who cares now i already know you,
and this year i knew it will be a hard and tiring year for you,

so far i knew that you like to call me gunduhead,
i dont know why but maybe only that word exist in your head,
it is just a joke so dont take it seriously,
because no joke will mean no fun in this world of reality,

well we talk alot about both our lifes,
knowing your and my life,
we chat and talk for hours,
and after 11 pm is your crapping hours,

well i guess there is still more i dont know about you,
and for sure, 1 fine day i will know all about you,
here stop a poem that u request,
see u around west....


10:13 PM

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Pillars after pillars i remembered walking with you,
those are times when the sun shine brightly among the sky blue,
voices and laughter of you kept rewinding,
eventhough it irritated me when i'm dreaming,

time passes,
i did nothing but stare in blank spaces,
thinking what i did wrong,
while writing you a song,

thinking back those moments,
i realise it cant be wrote in inkments,
it left unspoken in my heart,
which u tore it apart,

you left me unexpectedly and suddenly,
i knew i did something wrong badly,
something that you dont want to share,
cause i know u still care,

sheer cold filled this life of mine,
it felt dark though under the sunshine,
things are different now,
im not myself and the reason i dont even know,

wind blew giving me a sudden cold,
i remember giving you my shirt to keep you away from the cold,
walking home around 3+ in the morning,
after taking the wrong rider home after concert watching,

all this are just memories in me,
cant be buried nor forgotten for internity,
this is just a random poem,
out of my boredom,

inspiration kept rolling in my mind,
walking home at night gave me those rhyme,
well i guess its just over,
due to my mistake or whatsoever,

im done here,
see u around,
keep thinking in memories,
that never dies,


11:12 PM

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