If we could bend it like Beckham

Well i don't know what i got myself into this time....somehow,i've managed to entangle myself in a football match that's to be held on the 30th...
see everythings fine if you have a good team...but not us..we are going to be trounced so badly,we'd have to change our names and hide our heads with paper bags..

The folks in my team cant play for nuts...but the problem is,they think they can..
So it's really disheartening to see our team play...we might as well just ask Tarun the crippled to play..it really wouldn't have made a difference..seriously..we're that bad..
last year champions were from the malaysian college..From the stories i've heard,they're a formidable force..we're not even the same level as their shadows for crying out loud..
not with our bunch of clowns...

well that's that..
anyway just FYi,ya'll know tarun is crippled right..well i got to know some tantalizing info about him..He uses his handicap as a tool to abuse the elderly..he got his grandpa to stay with him..
and he uses his poor old gramps to buy food for him and finish his homework..i was appaled tarun could be so heartless..as i told him,his gramps should be enjoying his retirement in some beach somewhere..not tending to his uncaring crippled grandson..i had this horrendous picture in my head,of tarun locking his grampa up,and making him clean his room and all far to reach places just fot the heck of it..and he feeds his grandpa stale bread and water..then one day his granmpa escapes..And finally tarun is caught by the police and locked up..lol...i wish..but poor grandpa...
good night ya'll

p/s: if you see a dude with a paper bag over his head,there is a very high chance it could be me..so just keep your eyes peeled..

bye,

Love thy crippled

I dont know what to write at this point..my poor friend tarun sprained his ankle a few days ago..it might be 2nd degree or 3rd degree sprain..in lay man's term,it simply means the ligament is torn.
so yeah,sucks to be him right now..

but the cool thing is,he got these crutches..and we guys had a bomb,playing and horsing around with it,while poor tarun had to sit somewhere immobile,and uncared for,while watching us having the time of our lives with his crutches..It was fun though..in dissection,a day ago..i was walking around with his crutches..A postgraduate who passed by couldn't stop himself from commenting "oh so you wana be like that too?"...which i replied to," no sir,im just trying to understand and feel the pain he's going through"(which i actually did not,screw tarun,i just like his crutches alot)..
so yeah anyway that was that..in class when the lecturer hasn't come yet,you can extend the crutch and hit someone with it.it's cool..then we'll blame it on tarun..

Tarun can't get about very fast on his crutches..and someone or the other is always trying to kidnap either one of his crutches while he's walking and take off into the oblivion with it ,rendering poor crippled tarun unable to walk and shouting all sort's of insults and profanities at the fiend who stole his crutches..It's heartless,but quite funny though..in a sick enjoy seeing handicapped people suffering kinda way..But kids,don't ever do this..it's not cool..society will hate u and label u a handicapped hater.Then society will kill you and feed your carcass to the dogs.so don't..

so that's that..tomorrow is saturday..and india is pretty retarded for having classes on that day.
But i guess it all part and parcel of being a clinician..*sigh*..

sms between friends

Me: dude,you wana get sumtin to eat?..isit raining to hard?.
(no answer)

Me:Get up you bum,how long u gona sleep?

Tarun:its raining,im too tired

Me: fag

(after 15 minutes,he realizes he's hungry)

Tarun: you had dinner?

Me:planin to..

Tarun:where at?

Me:mess..y?u?

Tarun:No its raining,i wanna eat but dont wana get a worse cold

Me:then die of starvation

Tarun: i hate you

Me:wat u wana do then?,u want meds?..decide cuz my mess is gona close soon

Tarun:no,you go eat,ill get meds?..casino(name of restaurant),ill come..

Me:goin to casino then?..ill parcel(tapau),cuz my laundry guy is comin.

Tarun:actually sorry,no casino.i just opened my door..it's too cold..ill just call in or sumtin.

Me:you're retarded.

Tarun:you call me anymore bad names,i swear ill call the police

Me:mongoloid faggot,im waiting..

Tarun;what does that even mean?..fag.

Me:mongoloid is the derogatory term for someone with down's.

Tarun:oh,thats harsh..haha.

Me;exactly..

(2 hours later the power goes out at his place)

Tarun:yo,did the power go out at our place too..

Me:no,just now it did..isit gone in your place now?

Tarun:yeah its been gone for 2o mins now

Me:you know what happens when the lights go out right..It'll crawl out from your closet and toilet..so beware of your private's

Tarun: you know what happens when i dont talk to you?,you dont have any friends.

Me:you know what happens when you dont talk to me?,you dont have any friends

Tarun:dude,i just said that..you cant use the same dialog on me

Me:read and understand it.it's changed..jackass..

Tarun:same thing plus you suck stupid,leave a sick guy alone and go hang yourself

Me:infidel..dont die from your disease tonight..i still need you to borrow stuff from..


*La Fin*

Blah..

We had ethnic day today..
i seriously wanted to wear a baju melayu,but due to the sheer fact that i don't possess one,i had to opt for an indian one instead..a kurta or koofpa or whatever it is you people call it...It didn't look to bad..it looked like an oversize blanket though..but it was ok..lol..

i would care to write more..but im just to tired..ill right an explicit one tommorow..

gu nite..

A day in the life of me

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF ME

AM:
6.15: get up..curse classes for starting at 8.then press snooze

6.30:Get up(for real)..still cursing..curse even more because wonderful dream did't end yet

6.40:go to the bathroom..brush teeth and bathe..then get scared cuz reanacted some old scary movie in head.quickly finish and run out.

7.20:Back in my room,dress up..sit on the bed..curse classes.wish the lecturers get diarrhoea the whole week,then laugh to self at thought of that.

8.00:go to mess..feel sory for self after seeing what's for breakfast.and pray i dont get poisoned.

8.10:go to college..(cursing all the way)

8.20:reach..find my affiliates..group up.talk crap bout stuff that happend in the past 16 hours that we didn't see eachoter.

8.35:class start..feel sleepy at the first glimpse of lecturer..start dreaming bout angelina jolie.

9.35:after agonizing hour,run out for 10 minutes of freedom..(before next soul sucking/happiness draining lecturer turns up)..talk to friends bout how boring class was.

9.40:next torture starts..immediatly brain shut's down due to boredom.(lecturer doesn't help)..wake up when lecturer starts walking up and down the aisle.starts jotting notes down furiously to avoid being called up to answer questions.

10.40:torture ends for now..immediatly make a run for freedom and fresh air.savour the little things, i.e.a flower,a bee,a funny leaf (thing's i wouldn't normally give a crap about during holidays).

10.45: next torture starts..try to stay focused..doesn't work..start drawing pictures and passes to friend sitting beside..crack up at funny pictures..commend friend's artistic gift( even though drawing consist's of only stick figures doing lewd stuff)..do that entire class.

11.30:theory torture ends for day..start practical torture..

PM:
1.15: practical finishes...run to canteen to eat.Hunger is to overwhelming,start to hallucinate about fairies..

2.00:go to washroom..wash face..tell self to be strong for next 2 hours

2.15: go to dissection..say hi to dead body..body doesn't say hi back.wishes it would..sit beside body..wait for friends..in mean time tell cadaver bout pathetic day.

3.00: postgraduate comes to teach us stuff..ask's us to answer stuff,as each student tries to hide behind eachoter..

3.30:finish with explaining..we get to sit down..talk and chit chat..pretend to be engrossed in book when lecturer/PG passes by.

4.15:classes are over..

4.30:back in room...change,go exercise..

6.00:back in room..go bath..meet's friend in bathroom,talk..

6.30:back in room..study..(or attempt too).

8.00: go to mess,sigh at the array of generic food..does not whet the appetite..eats to stay alive

8.30..back in room..dream..study..

10.00.:online.(if internet's ok)..then feel sleepy.

AM:
12.00:go to bathroom,brush teeth..pee..feel disgusted at sight of toilet..curse everyone for having hygiene level of pigs.

12.30:off lights..pretend to not hear friend knocking door..friend goes away..feel's at peace..curse classes the next day..go to sleep...

A penny for your thoughts

well,it's been awhile since i came online...
as you all know,i've been stealing someone's identity to log in for the past few weeks..some chap called vishnu reddy or some crap like that..but i think my cover was blown..cuz the net was then disconnected to my pc..sad i know..anyway,im back on track.

nothing much happend since the last blog though..it's been the same ol shit(sos)..you know,different day,same shit..the same people,the same problems..the same animosity i harbour day to day at the impudence of the folks i have to co exist with..

you know what i hate,(besides the million other thing's that i already do)..well it has to be birthday's...as in the celebration or whatever you may call it that happens on the day you're born..it's always the same mundane routine..as soon as the clock strike's 12..friends who had already assembled in bday boy's room would then break into a pathetic and offtune rendetion of happy birthday

They sing it with such passionless vigour,that one would wonder why they're wasting their energy to even sing..but poor birthday boy loves it and is oblivious because he think's it's his birthday and everyone else is equally excited..poor birthday boy is always never right..
And another thing bout indian's here and birthdays..It's just so barbaric..i dont know what the connection is,but in india there's something called birthday bumps..It does not sound as innocent as it seems..The birthday boy is physically picked up by his extremities,and everyone take turns in kicking the hell out of his backside..yes,i have been a victim..and a eyewitness to this repulsive act of barbarism.

It's a very sad and ruthless way in showing your love or whatever to the birthday boy on his birthday,and till today,i still don't see the significance..Here's my theory though,one day long long long long time ago in ancient india..this person got mad and started beating the crap out of his pal on his birthday,and everyone watching,thought he was expressing his love for his friend,albeit the brutality,so everyone

started beating the crap out of people who's birthday was that day..then the wise king(who wasn't so wise after i finish my story) got air of this new ritual in his kingdom and proclaimed,that henceforth,those who had birthday's coming,shall be beaten to a pulpy mess as an act of love and companionship.Then the king died the next day,because it was his birthday and he got the crap beaten out of him by his subjects...i don't know,just a theory..
so yeah,that's another reason why india and i can't get along..we just don't see eye to eye..
oh well...

If only life could be much simpler

I went out with harjee my friend just now for dinner.During that 2 hour ordeal..she made me realize a lot of things..as in,which direction my life is headed if i don't buck up and start taking this medical thing seriously..the sad part is,none of the non resident indian guys do..
it's all fun and games,just scraping through each exams by the skin of our teeth..

she wrote out the marks i should be getting in the next internals and the externals..and let me tell you,the figures are gargantuan..It scared every single cell in my body..i didn't realize it's become this bad..mind you,failing the 1st year means you have to stay back for 6 more months,while you watch your friends move on..And you are known as the odd batch a.ka repeaters batch a.k.a imbecilic people who were to thick to pass batch...and hell no i wana be in that batch..

yeah,anyways...i got this behemoth of a mountain to climb..it's not impossible..it can be done..
crap..i gota go read a stinkin book...see ya'll later..

connecting people

Nokia N96

"Nokia connecting people..and sometimes animals"

This is my phone...i got it when i went back home..
.I don't know why,but i just love the way it looks..and works too..here are the specifications if at all ya'll good folks out there are interested..
The price stated was around rm2,800,but i got it for Rm2,500 after sweet talking the shopowner for about an hour,but i guess it's gone down now...lololol...anyway,yeah,here's the specifications:

Dimensions

• Volume: 92 cc
• Weight: 125 g
• Length: 103 mm
• Width: 55 mm
• Depth:18 mm, locally up to 20 mm

Memory Functions*

• 16GB internal flash memory, plus microSD memory card slot (hot swappable) for expandability and flexibility
• Approximate dynamic memory capacity indication with 16GB storage:
  -Video: 40 hours**
  -Music: 12,000 tracks***
• 128MB RAM, 256MB system memory (operating system plus dynamic user data area)

Music Features*

• Digital music player – supports MP3, AAC, eAAC+, WMA, album art
• Playlist editing and sharing
• Equalizer and visualization
• Search, browse and purchase songs online in Nokia Music Store – with support for Windows Media DRM protected files

Main camera

• Up to 5 megapixel (2592 x 1944 pixels)
• Carl Zeiss Optics: Tessar™ lens
• Auto-focus, auto-exposure
• F-number/aperture: F2.8
• Focal length: 5.2 mm
• Focus range 10 cm to infinity
• Dual-LED camera flash, video light, recording indicator, auto-focus assist light

Secondary camera

• VGA (640 x 480 pixels) sensor

My life is now almost complete...

10 reasons why classes bore the crap outa me

• 1. I have to get up at 6 everyday..i was under the misguided impression that being in Uni meant waking up at 2 in the aftenoon and going to classes for an hour then back..I was wrong.
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• 2. lecturer's can make the most fascinating chapters as dry as their souls..
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• 3.people in my class are around 16-18 years average..meaning mental development is still taking place..so i have to deal with their childishness..
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• 4.No hot girls to look at...not to sound draconic or anything,but some girls have more facial hair than i could ever grow in my entire lifetime...*ugh*
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• 5. I have to walk so far to class
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• 6.i rather be somewhere else..like hawaii..
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• 7.i know one day im gona have children and if i drop out,no one will feed them.so im forced to.don't wanna be charged with abuse when that day comes..stupid unborn children..already giving me problems..and they don't even exist yet..pigs..
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• 8.it's always hot in class..indians are like iron's,they give out so much heat..you could fry and egg with their body heat,serious..
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• 9.Im not physically fit to learn.
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• 10..no hot lecturer's..they're as old as the universe itself.

A letter to my pet

In Loving Memory

To cheeka..my dog,

I hate you…you made me fall in love with you..and now when you’re gone,you left this empty space in my heart,this big gaping hole that can no longer close.
It’s unfair more than anything,to love you so unconditionally,just so you would die on me..did you forget the warm embrace you always received?.or the extra treat you got even though your meal was over?.or the endless belly rubs you got at anytime of the day?.

i know your death wasn’t in vain..You died protecting everyone.your sister,your brother and your little ones too..if it wasn’t you,it would have been one of them..I hope you’ll be able to read this wherever you are.Or maybe you’ve learn’t to read too.somehow..
i hope you have enough to eat and enough friends to play with where you’ve gone..and i certainly hope you won’t forget me.I know i wont..I know how much you hated your bathes,i would have let you be,free like the wind,but i didnt want you to get stinky and annoy the rest with your smell..you should thank me for that you know..
And please remember,don’t go near snakes ever again,they’re bad..you where my little devil,always so curios about everything..yes you where..i know you loved me,just the same as i loved you,I hope you don’t forget that and be a stranger the next time we meet..If my tears could bring you back,well, I’d cry you an ocean..that i would.You ungrateful thing,you didnt even wait for me.
You just left..without even saying goodbye..it’s ok,wait till we meet again..i know you and zana used to fight..and i know she regrets it..no hard feelings ok?..hmm…i miss you,you know..the good old times we had together…you can eliminate all the rats you find there,if any..no one will say a word..i assure you..Always be the dog you were..such affection you showed,even when all i was gone for,was 2 hours..i miss that alot..
but why did you have to go so suddenly?..why now?..didn’t you have the sense to know that your family would miss you?..it’s ok..im not mad at you..I can never be..such a pampered little devil you where..tell me, who else would rub that belly of yours at any given time?..even when you were filthy?…yeah,i thought so you wouldn’t have an answer..
The couch were you spent almost 22 hours sleeping on would surely miss you..what?,wasn’t the floor good enough for you?..pedro and zana didnt complain..ahh,but you knew i would never shoo you away from there..heck i’d even carry you and put you on your favourite spot..but i do wish you’d have many more comfortable spots where you are..it’s ok..i hope you’ve met god up there..he’s nice..he’ll make sure you’re taken care off.
i have to go now cheeka…i’ll miss you loads..you know that..i think about you all the time..i hope next time we meet,you wont go away so fast..i’ll bring your favorite doggy biscuit next time we meet..dont forget to wait for me.
till then,be good…and don’t be naughty…take care my dear..i love you,always…

with love,
Roshan.

when in india

It’s been three months since i came to india…and i’ve shifted to the hostel…it’s not a good thing i can tell you that much..
…It builds character they say..If at all ya’ll wanna build “character” come to india,really..You’ll build enough character to last you a lifetime,and your children too..
People here are some of the crudest and downright most horrible i’ve ever come across…they have absolutely no qualms about cutting in line(in almost everything that require’s a que),they’ll cut it..

And oh ya,never forget disgusting..for example: you see a blocked sink..what to you do?,A) use someother sink b)use the blocked sink like it’s the most natural thing to do and even blow your nose in it for good measure c) refer B..yup.as you could see that coming,most folks here opt for B.
I really can’t imagine living with these animals for the next year..each time i use the washroom,i always feel im that much closer to contracting AIDS..It’s horrendous,cats have better hygiene than some of these degenerates here..you can see that clearly when you use the washroom…trust me..

and let me share with you good people out there how the toilets here gets cleaned..see,a few days back i was brushing my teeth at 5.45am(to avoid bathroom congestion),yeah so anyway,i was happily brushing when i heard something behind me..so i turned around and saw this dog..yes dog..so we had this little staring match that lasted for about 30 seconds(rough estimation),before i tried my level best to shoo it away..1st thing,dogs or any other animal for that matter shouldn’t be in a hostel..Probably the guard manning the front gate had gone to la la land,or must have probably died,seeing how this beast had sneakily and not to mention stealthily walked 500m and climbed a flight of stairs and made its way to the washroom located at the end of the building..
That must have been one smart dog i guessed..anyway,the dog didnt budge an inch at my frail attempt of evicting it out of the washroom..so i gave up.the beast then smugly made it’s way to the toilet section of the washroom…so about 5 minutes after brushing my teeth,i peeked behind the sinks just to see what the dog was up to…And to my utter disgust the dog was in the bowl “cleaning” it..mind you the bowl was filthy when i first got there..
so yeah,these are the kinda things i have to deal with..ive never seen such horror in my life before..The problem is not the dog,its the two legged kind that’s to be blamed..why can’t they freakin clean after themselves??..And these monsters are supposed to be students attending professional courses…

By luckily i have my room..it’s my sanctuary..i might sound abit unwell in the head but that’s what i feel…my sanctuary,where none of these animals can get in..muahahha…i feel so safe here..But once i step out,it’s a different world by itself,a cold and uncompromising one..
And not to forget the cafeteria..the food sucks..the other day,i swear my breakfast was supposed to be oil..i had this thing which had curry leaves in them,and the oil!!,,the amount of it!!…You could friggin collect the oil,gas up an entire spaceship and fly you to pluto and back with it..it was really that much..

basically i hate the hostel..its a dump..these cheapasses take like rm 3000 for this shithole.the nerve of them..and every morning i have to get up at 5.45am to avoid contact with the folks living here..and i swear the management uses water from the antartic ocean to run the bathrooms..its freezing!..the 1st time i took my bath here,i could feel pneumonia consuming my lungs the moment i splashed some of that infernal water on me…i went numb all over and almost passed away right there in the bathroom,before i came to my senses and dried myself,and just FYI,that is not how i imagine my demise to be.Never try to be MR.macho and bathe in the mornings here,unless you’re deliberately planning to end your life by freezing to death in a dirty hostel bathroom.

And not to forget 24\7 its basically either hindi or kannada(not to be confused with canada,canada’s nice,karnataka’s not) being spoken around me..so that gets em ol nerves sometimes..but i deal with it..basically i deal with god knows what here.no matter how much i dont want to,but i have too…Sometimes i miss home alot..atleast people back home are civilized.i think more than anything i miss civilization..even now as im writing this, a cricket match(did i mention i hate cricket?,it the pansiest of all sports known to mankind) is going on..and i guess each time india scores something or knocks the opponent out with their bats or whatever it is they’re supposed to do,these apes here go ballistic and hoot and shriek like little ferrall children..and loudly too!!..and 11 in the night!!!;;god have mercy on my soul..what did i really do to deserve this?..if this is karma then im SORRY OK!!!,i wont do whatever i did to deserve this, ever again..*sniff*

so yeah..that’s how its like for me here..I like classes though..atleast i get to meet people with manners..not all of them,but some nice ones..But the point being,im not cultured for this kind of environment..im not being conceited or anything..but im just not..
I have loads more to write about this place,but time’s running out..i gotta go sleep..I hope atleast tonight,no one will be playing a match of football at 3 in the morning against my door…
sweet sweet dreams…good evening then..

A tale of my heart

Never say i love you,

If u really don’t care,

Never talk about feelings,

if they really aren’t there,

Never hold my hand,

if you’re going to break my heart,

Never say you’re going to,

If u really don’t plan to start,

Never look into my eyes,

if all you do is lie,

Never say hello,

If u really mean goodbye,

If u really mean forever,

Then say you will try,

Never say forever,

Cause forever makes me cry….

A heartwarming poem i found.

A minister passing through his church
In the middle of the day
Decided to pause by the altar
And see who had come to pray.

Just then the back door opened,
A man came down the aisle,
The minister frowned as he saw
The man hadn’t shaved in a while.

His shirt was shabby, old,
And his coat was worn and frayed.
The man knelt, he bowed his head
Then rose and walked away.

In the days that followed,
Each noon time came this chap.
Each time he knelt just for a moment,
A lunch pail in his lap.

Well, the minister’s suspicions grew,
With robbery a main fear.
He decided to stop the man and ask him,
"What are you doing here?"

The old man said he worked down the road.
Lunch was half an hour.
Lunchtime was his prayer time
For finding strength and power.

"I stay only moments, see,
Because the factory is so far away.
As I kneel here talking to the Lord,
This is what I say:

I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I’VE BEEN
SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER’S FRIENDSHIP,
AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
I DON’T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY,
BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS JIM,
CHECKING IN TODAY."

The minister, feeling foolish,
Told Jim, that was fine.
He told the man he was welcome
To come and pray just anytime.

Time to go, Jim smiled, and said "Thanks."
He sped to the door.
The minister knelt at the altar,
He’d never done it before.

His cold heart melted, warmed with love,
And met with Jesus there.
As the tears flowed, in his heart,
He repeated old Jim’s prayer:

HOW HAPPY I’VE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER’S FRIENDSHIP,
AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
I DON’T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY,
BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERY DAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME,
CHECKING IN TODAY."

Past noon one day, the minister noticed
That old Jim hadn’t come.
As more days passed without Jim,
He began to worry some.

At the factory, he asked about him,
Learning he was ill.
The hospital staff was worried,
But he’d given them a thrill.

The week that Jim was with them,
Brought changes in the ward.
His smiles, a joy contagious.
Changed people, were his reward.

The head nurse couldn’t understand
Why Jim was so glad
When no flowers, calls or cards came,
Not a visitor he had.

The minister stayed by his bed,
He voiced the nurse’s concern:
No friends came to show they cared.
He had nowhere to turn.

Looking surprised, old Jim spoke up
And with a winsome smile;
"The nurse is wrong, she couldn’t know,
That in here all the while
Everyday at noon, He’s here,
A dear friend of mine, you see,
He sits right down, takes my hand,
Leans over and says to me:

‘I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, JIM,
HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP,
AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN.
I ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY,
AND I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERY DAY,
SO JIM, THIS IS JESUS,
CHECKING IN TODAY.’"

Heavens above,Guide me through life.

Things i’ll always remember,

-The feeling of being let down
-The feeling of seeing your dreams crash and burn
-The feeling of loosing someone you’d give your whole life for
-The feeling of being left behind
-The feeling of being a failure
-The feeling of being called a failure
-The feeling of guilt
-The feeling of apathy towards life

-The feeling of wanting to make a difference
-The feeling of knowing i can make a difference
-The feeling of love
-The feeling of wasting my life
-The feeling of knowing you can be as good as the person next to you
-The feeling of wanting to change
-The feeling of knowing you’re not stupid

-The feeling of knowing you can do better
-The feeling of unbearable regret
-The feeling of seeing her drift away
-The feeling of having life beat you down
-The feeling of wanting to beat life back
-The feeling of being used
-The feeling of being proud and happy beyond measure
-The feeling of seeing our old man proud

-The feeling of giving up
-The feeling of being last
-The feeling of falling in love
-The feeling of fear
-The feeling of being insecure
-The feeling of not understanding what others do.
-The feeling of being the cause of it all
-The feeling of wanting to make it up to someone but not being given a chance.
-The feeling of running out of options.
-The feeling of being broken

-The feeling of seeing your dog wag it’s tail at you ,and you know he misses you

The feeling of breaking a heart

-The feeling of seeing rain fall

-The feeling of being loved

-The feeling of getting something you’ve wanted for so long

-The feeling of relief

-The feeling of seeing her smile

-The feeling of seeing your neighbour bring ur dog back after it runs away,eventhough you know very well ur neighbour’s shit scared of it.

-The feeling of seeing your dad pretending to be interested in the game you’re playing,even though he does’nt understand head or tails of whats going on..

last but not least,

-You…

A sad attempt at a poem

I sit a rocking on my favourite chair,
the breeze you carry flutters the drapes,
the sweet smell of your silky hair,
reminds me of my favourite, cherry and grapes..

I don’t move hoping you’ll come,
surrounding me with your warm embrace,
your love i need alot or some,
to the ends of the world for u id race…

Roses ruddy and roses white,
What are the joys that my heart discloses?
Sitting alone in the fading light
Memories come to me here tonight,

Your embrace never came,your love was never there,
like a plane with no runway im trying to land,
like a fourth leg u are too a humble chair,
with you not there,how will it stand?…