Bee Gees - Stayin Alive ( live)

Yeah, I'm alive!! Sing it man!! SIng it girl!! stayin alive, staying alive, ah-ha-ha-ha stayin alive!!!

Hello, so long never post.. anyway, today so fun, played freesbie with 1C, we played quite wel, until Eugene was blocking Cheuck Hin, so we couldn't score. So I be the Goalie... SO fn, Eugene followed me where every I go, so I go like.. sha-la-la-la-la (going left) bum bum bum (go right), he followed, sha-la-la in the morning (go right, waving my hands, shaking my butt) he laughed and follow too, so fun... We won in the end, so I was dancing.. stayin alive, stayin alove, ah-ha-ha-ha stayin alive.... in the class too, I took the dustpan... as the microphone... So long sinced I got so high.. walked home, did 1 hour exercise on yuan di tiao (frog jump), handstand, cartwheel, ma bu (horse stance), ting zou (hold up both hands in wings position)... I wanna run, but WeiDe didn't reply my sms, I cancelled... tomorrow then. Oh ya, btw do you prefer : life-in-angles, strange-life or still-alive??

Today at wushu I had to shout the whole lesson, shi xiong got no voice... hahaz, quite fun though, nx week im gonna learn sword.. but i hope I can learn faster, I kindda want to advance faster to catch up with Johann... Well, if possible, maybe 2 examinated pattern and 2 additional.. hahaz, kindda interesting, the moves, the pattern... wushu is not anyhow fight, there's some tricks and stunts, like Jackie... hahaz, Today went to watch Rush Hour 3 with Johann, damn funny sia.. laugh the whole movie, lol... if u guys gonna watch, don't leave so soon, the few scenes at the credits are funny too.. I think Jackie and Tucker are 2 very funny duo, hope they can continuously act more... Thats all for today, simple, that;s kindda life i like, simple, enjoying, happi, no fustrations, so cool... sundays are fun, that's why I try not to skip wushu.. it;s kindda fun... got jokes at least...

Mondays get me on the blue,
I hate school,
Not like some of you,
Or me before, in primary school...

Fridays brings memories,
Of good times we had,
Those times I cherished,
so I go back...

Sundays I feel easy,
With fun in morning,
afternoon and night,
These are the days,
Troubles never troubles me,
Sundays I feel easy...

- writen last 3 mins... in spot..

Bee Gees - I Started A Joke

Bee Gees is an old band that I still ike it now, he got few hits that are no.1 at the same time in different countries, that's some awesome record...

Ever since my cousin, Mario, stepped into this house, my family have become worst than before, there are no peace, no harmony, no team spirit... Everyday, is either him making my parents angry, or he made me fustrated. Why?? My mum was faking to be welcoming, I can see that, she only want the 2000 bucks we receive, to make dad happy, but dad's jealousy wants more... they quarell every day, without fail, it's been around 3 weeks. Mario have become worst, he take things without permission, he lied, he act innocent. I couldn't bare this any longer, I'm gonna learn how to cook, find a part time job, and I'm gionna leave the house, and it won't be just 4 days like last time, it will be a month, or more... I'll starve myself to clear the last 20 bucks i owned, I'm gonna save at least a thousand, I'm gonna try every chance I have to earn some money, from poetry I hope... I want to have the most money as possible, I don't care whatever filial, I'm, gonna leave... My target is before I'm 18, I'll have some part time job, some income, some achievement. I'll wash my clothes myself, watch and learn how to cook, save money, fight temtation.. This is my plan, and maybe after this post or a few weeks later, I'm gonna change new blog, it's going to personal, I got no diaries, so this is the only way... sorry folks... kay, i gtg... maybe I could still stand for some more words.. or maybe not, nvm, next time again, byezz, maybe just a poem..

I opened the window
And saw a black widow
Then turned and looked in the mirror.
I was filled with much woe,
No sign of my shadow
Closer I drew to it nearer.

But this couldn't be true,
Yet my life was still blue,
And filled with much pain and sorrow.

Why I thought it so true.
That I don't have a clue ,
Hope for a better tomorrow...

I walked along the streets of Tibet
Without much sunshine, I went back to bed.
Images of life, flashed on my head,
I rolled, and fell out of bed.

I couldn’t sleep, though I’m tired,
Not tired to rest, but tired to care for living,
I force a sleep, only to wake up, crying...
I decided a stroll with the evening breeze blowing.

There the skies are orange,
With strips of gold across,
Time flies, the sun is setting out...

I sat on the pure white sands,
Looked up the sky above the land,
The sun was setting to the west,
It was time for it to rest,
The bright, round moon will be appearing soon,
So I gave the radio a little tune,
And took out my bottle of prune.

The pretty sunset will soon be gone,
As I listened to the smooth tone alone,
Then I shouted, “Goodbye sun, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I shouted it with sigh and sorrow,
The breeze is blowing cold and slowly,
I watched the sky change very closely,
I turned and saw the elks by the lake,
It was very cold but they seemed to not shake,
When I returned to see the sky, I realized it was already dark,
Oh, no! it was so dark that I couldn’t see the ark,
So then I went back in the foothills of the land,
I could see everything, yes, I can,
Sigh, let’s see what is tomorrow’s plan.

Then on bed I stared at the ceiling fan,
Guessing what will destroy tomorrow’s plan,
It seemed that everyday there are blockade,
Couldn’t wait until the end of my age,
Life is full of things that makes me headache......

Life is sorrow, life is pain,
Some say fantasy is waiting at the end,
But what’s my fantasy, I don’t want to know,
‘Cause it might be another cold winter snow......

westlife - grease lightning

I love westlife.. my fav, since 3 years old

Darn Darn Darn Darn.. arghh!!! why do mingxin keep sticking with me, can't he open his heart for other ppl, it will hurt his feeling if I said in front of him coz like the whole class hates him... well, almost all... what's worst, he tried to crack eggs with bare hands... and he don't even know how to wash dishes!! OMG !!! I china friends, to be exact I have 26 china friends exclude him... they are all so independent, and all mingxin tok about is that freaking karang-guni... and he kept smiling to himself...!!! lol, anyway the Home Ed is very fun... After that I rush down to recess and made a clean break in without Mrs Samuel noticing that I'm 10 mins late. I wanna go back to oe, but tonight suppose to have wushu, so I lazy go, but in the end found that Sheng Fa couldn't go, if I go alone, it will take very long time... so I did not go... then too late, so i lazy go badminton too, haiz.... and now at home!! I wanna sleep, my cousin noisy, I watch movie, he disturb, Then I sleep again, he woke me up, I told him not to disturb, he kept shaking me, wth is this!?!?!?!?! Now what, he took the atlas and tried to challenge me by asking me question he already know, and damn ass question... btw the impossible quiz in QH blog is quite tricky, I did till 19 then lazy continue.. total of 80 question... i think... Now i'm gonna sleep, hope he don't bug me, lol he no sch these 2 days, so he kept on pushing his luck trying to see how long can I stand, I went toilet he lock door, I said sleep he shouts... wtf sia, if he's my son I'll kill him man... I first take care of my neighbour kid last time, I thought he's naughty, but then when I saw my uncle's daughter, I thought that my neighbour's kid got at least basic respect.. now this, he give me the attitude, my mum wanna enter his room, not only he lock the door (not suppose to), he don't allow my mum to go in, wtf is this, his house?? he hid my hp yesterday, I'm mad, he thought it's fun, I tell you one of these days i'm gonna lock him up in the toilet, tie the knob to the stair, so he couldn't open, I off the loghts, and it will be at night, around 8pm... I made up my mind to adopt a child next time.. first, I could help the poors, second, my wife would not suffer giving birth, thirdly, coz I'm afraid my child will be naughtier than my cousin now... anyway, want continue the story, I don't think any1 reading except QH, don't think she like it anyway, I'm a failure in anything, I cnt art, aint no music talent, sux at cooking, so what, haiz, nevermind, at last still got others that appreciate... JPiC RAWKS !!! and will always rawks... I love you guys... and those ppl supporting me in sch, oeps, bds... anyway Mrs Samuel said about basic courtesy, yeah, I agree with her alot... I felt Mrs Samuel is a very good teacher, I just hate to see how she change her mood every lesson... That time she said she couldn't compete with us, lol... her face gloom actualli...

Hahaz, today was half fun, half gloomy.. fun part was when __ wanna present for the SOAR programme and the class is noisy, so I shouted, "shut up!! I wanna hear muai galfren tok..." hahaz, so sway she talk about birthay gifts, so ly said my brthdy coming, so what would she give, lol, then andre and others said a kiss... lol.. hahaz, miss june sia, wonder where she is... anyway, another part was I realise these few days when I wanna join the fun and such, ppl are getting gloomy, why?? Internal wars starts like z___ and e__, lol.. btw I wrote a poem sia, I said:

I tried to be a good AC, the class hates me,
I tried to be a sleeping king, teacher hates me,
I tried to join the fun, the mood hates me,
So what I'm gonna do?
Amirr juz said alot of ppl in my class hates me,
I talked with him awhile, he got mad,
I played with tim awhile,
then Mr.Sam came, I told him to sit anywhere first,
his face turns black...
WHAT DID I DO??? I tried my best to have many friends,
but I'm always hated...
You know, I value...:

Friendship - relationship with surrounding ppl,
Aesthetics - Appreciation of surrounding things,
Love - Care,
Happiness - Smiles,
Balance - equal to all area of life...

So what do I do to make all ppl like me, I tried to treat all equally, although I know some hate me... nevermind, I made up my mind just now, I'll be a loner, in the reality world... So next time you'll find me damnass... And there's only a way to communicate hapily... with words (sms, blog, poems, stories)...WORDS... I found the cure.. WORDS, POETRY, WORDS...WORDS>..

Here's another of my work...
A Poem..

Said softer than falling feather,
Yet louder than a full-blasted canon.
May he be rich in emotions, sensations,
Facts, or fakes,
But for sure:
He never dies out...
Journey the world in minutes, days, months or year,
Or perhaps a decade, a century, or even a millenium,
Or, he may even evolve into a legend...
As long as the moon shines at night,
So does he,
Never dying out,
Never resting,
But multiplying in every lamp light...

I read wenyi blog, wah, found out in our class got alot internal threats.. kayzz, let mi teach you history, internal threats are problem starting from inside, in other words, betray... I know I'd been hated by people since I'm born, I've been hated by 2 guys in Kindergarden, hated by few in Pri 1-2, slightly better but still gort in pri 4-5, in 6... wah, super sia... until now in BDS also alot people see mi bs 1, like zul, jessie?? eunice?? or outside... the 1E guy, 1C ppl... 1A also... I'm like a unwanted guy, so I realise that the hardest thing to get is friendship... unity... harmony. Sumtimes u hv to sacrifise abit, but sumtimes u juz hantam the guy and thats it, btw I also realise that I'm addicted to JPiC Forum FOr Writers not because I like to wrie, is coz the ppl are soo friendly there, and they won't quarell, well at least is once in a blue moon. They use friendly language, sometimes when critics are too much, they'll apologise or write sumthing good. These ppl influence me, to write, and make me realise that I could vent my anger, share my happiness, jot my thoughts and care for others in poetry. That's the fun part, and that damn contest outside of sch library I thought I wanna join.. it's for 14years old to 25... darn, juz a year lorh, see us sec1 so small, lan jiao... Tired sia, gtg sleep, later hv to write poems at nite..psps, cnt write le, I post a story??

Chapter 3 (part 1) - The training was tough, first he commanded me to go into this large room, with no window, no items, absolutely nothing inside. Then, when the only door closed, the lights lighted up. A sudden forced pulled me against the floor, it was painful, I tried to oppose that force, but I could not. “I’m Reapell, your trainer, now young warrior, this is the gravity device, this device can set the gravity to 100 times stronger than Earth. The gravity is now currently 1.5, Earth’s gravity is 1, good luck warrior...” said Reapell somehow, probably through the P.A system. After a couple of days, I adapted to the machine, so he increased the gravity 10 per hour, it was very tough, imagine go to a training which you had not tried before without and food and drinks, not even toilet is available, it’s like a torture!
The next part was to try to punch as hard as I can to knock down a punchbag in the Gravity Device with the gravity of 100... -_-" ... well, not just an ordinary punchbag, but it’s a super heavy punchbag, and it’s hard enough to lift a finger under that much gravity. As soon as I could knock it down, he gave me the potion (which Reapell gave, that will regain my energy and heal my wounds, strange, I did not even know that these things exist! Ahh, finally, it’s time to kick some butts, well, kick some dummies I mean. Dummies that can move completely like humans, I spend another few days on this.

(part 2 next time.. relax.. enjoy)

4th of July 2007 - Mount Rushmore Singers

This is cool...

Sorry to keep you all waitin for chapter 2...

Chapter 2 - "At last I make it!" I said with joy in my heart, as I was too weak to dance in joy. The portal legend was true. Then, the Lost City legend might be true, as well! The portal brought me here into a new world. Yet,... where WAS the Lost City? At the moment, I saw not a being to ask, nor did I know which direction to head on. As this new world might probably be hostile, I dragged myself and scouted around the area, spying here and there.

Then, a flash of light emerged and then a huge gate appeared in front of me. "What was... what was that?" I asked no one in particular, mostly to the gigantic gate with the sign ‘Kingdom Of Heaven’. Then... "If you proclaim yourself before the Kingdom of Heaven, head into the Mythical Palace, and seek travel to the Island of Origins. You will find your answers there..." The voice faded away, leaving me drowned in stunned silence for quite a while. Unsheathing my little dagger, I dashed into the darkness, across the rivers, into the tunnels and out, hoping to find some key at least to open the gate, at last found myself standing back in front of the Kingdom of Heaven. I proclaimed myself, “I, Laxus Oak, seek entrance to the Kingdom. I have been studying every single myth and legend in the Overworld, prepared myself to face new mysteries and fantasies, thus leading me to this MagicalWorld."

"Why are you here, General?" an echo from nowhere.

To see if theories about the Zamorak Staff are true," I answered with respect.

"......" silent, there was no answer,

So I continued, "I understand that this is the Holy Land of Zamorak (the king previously ruled the world, killed by his brother). But the Zamorak Staff has options. To cleanse evil, or... to destroy the world if it falls to the wrong hand," I kept on. "The monks have been... protective of the Staff lately." I understood the prophecy now. Death to Saradonim (Zamorak’s evil brother), revive for Zamorak. Giving into doubts, none has returned for the pass 5000 YEARS, to claim victory. Never giving up, only one can be a Destiny Warrior, which is somehow chosen to be me.

"If that's the case, then I will get that Staff," I dared myself say.

"Understood. You may... enter, but after a training."
(to be continued)

What behavior I hate most is the young master behavior, seriously, i sucks...
anyway, yesterday bored, so I wrote another poem...

I thought this might be interesting...

I saw it! the island,
The island, so great, so majestic...
I touched it! the fine rock,
The fine rock, so strange, so rough, yet flat...
I climbed it, to the land,
To the land, so low, but hard to reach...
Yet it dropped, I woke, I realised,
With the class-board on floor, Oh! Gosh!
The whole class shook, darn it! I was...
DayDreaming

This is a kind of poem that I think is cool.
The first 2 lines tells the reader that the poet maybe in a boat and sailing the seas or something..
Then the next 2 lines will give a strange feeling to the reader, to attract it...
The 5th and 6th line make the reader bewilded, and make them wanna read more of the poem fast...
The following 3 lines will give a special ending that will shock the audience,
The last line is the title...

The syllables scheme is 6, 9, 6, 9, 6, 9, 8, 8, 8, tittle

pity QH lehh, she always wanna read stories instead of poetry, I was busy all day so I had no time to do poetry, so now, Legacy of Paradox, chapter 1, lastest updated...

Chapter 1 – I had been searching for a portal in the very center of the Earth Core. I had been digging for about two or three months. Albeit in my Cybot outfit, I operated the Cybot hands manually and my hands were aching painfully from the intense heat around. Either the furnace-liked heat or some kind of magnetic or whatever force field here in Core had disabled my other assisting robots. There were no more robots to supply food and drink, neither were there robots to help with the digging. With no other human volunteers or business partners in this ludicrous project, I had to work on my own. I was hungry and thirsty, yet I had to be frugal with my food and drink. My rucksack was half empty. To my first relief, my Cybot radar showed there it was: I was in The Earth's Core already! It was hot, as though it was the devil's furnace. My Cy-radar detected something “alive” some 2 miles away. Whatever that might be, it was the first “life” form I encountered in this hell-liked Core! Bracing myself for the heat, I dashed through the flames as though a cheetah was chasing after its prey towards that “life”. My Eco clothes were ripped, but I survived. It was a miracle, perhaps my destiny led me here: The portal was there right before me! Without hesitation I leapt into it (I reckoned it was the portal of Myths & Legends as stated in the old diary I got from my ancestor) and here my journey got into another new start......

Got a nightmare yesterday...

I was in a island surrouded by lava, then it flows with the lava. Just before it fell down, I grabbed the rock as I was my jump height distance. Then, I looked at the 'firefall', it's no deep that you couldn't see where it stops, only a little red dot was seen slightly. Then when I looked up, a thing came down as fast as lightning, the wind is too strong that the rock broke, I fell to the lava, it's soo hot!! I fell, but couldn't see where I would land, I could even stand and try to fly, which is impossible. After a while, I saw something, I would not land in the lava, but I would land in the ground, which is full of sharp spikes. I wanna cry but couldn't, but just before I got pierced through, *something happened I don't remember*, I was transformed to a blank place, then a voice from nowhere said "It's not your time...*I forgot what he/she said then*... the last word is a loud "RETURN!" then I woke up.. perspiring and my heart beats super fast...

so scary sia... anyway, yesterday wrote a poem about dream, it's a clarity pyramid type...

DREAMS
awful?
fantastic?

anything happens,
sad, joyful or neither,
could be safe or dangerous,

"Oh this is just so mysterious!"

I got so bored so bored today, luckily Cath Jie came and chat awhile. Then teh comp restarts itself.. darn... always like that sia.. anyway, my cousin is screaming, no mood to watch NDP, so I came, I went to my blog, and I thought maybe I could write more poems on Roses.. long ones, challenging ones, so I wrote this... May I present, the hiiden acrostic, Frozen Rose...


Frozen Rose (Hidden Acrostic)

Freezing wind blew mercilessly,
The rose withered and froze,
My goodness, oh! Her beauty is gone,
Trapped in forbidden zone,
Soon it was another evening,
She cried, waiting for the new spring.

Reveal your true beauty, my frozen rose,
Your outfit does not determine your heart,
That special soul in you, bring it out!
Now that’s the everlasting beauty, that none can surpass.

copyright © August 9, 2007 Kyanta Hidayat

Hidden Acrostic is where the acrostic is not at the first letter of first word, as usual, try figure out what's the pattern of the poetry, this is one challenging and fun form of poetry, check out wikipedia, or search in web about it, I kindda forget what is the real term, but the meaning is 'Hidden Acrostic'.

...today is.. National Day. yeah yeah.. haha, hehe.. haiz... it seems no diff than normal days, and my cousin is singin the ndp songs.. he refuses to eat, so dad got fustrated and confiscated his drawings, he cried like mad... wah piang, wanna go out also no where to go, write poems also veri fan.. that pitch like darn high sia... sleep also cant sleep peacefully.. aiya... today will be a super borin day for mi.. sian... dont know got what hmwrks... sci.. i only know turning effect, the rest like alien to me, maths also, drawing so waste of time... aniwae... huang kang...!! so long nv contact him.. sian... sms also nv reply, call also nv pick up. gosh.. dont know what happen, he's crying even louder.. arghh!!! yeasterday cant sleep, so I write a poem... wait ar i type out, it's in my hp...



The Rose

The tender petals of the lovely flower,
That silky green leaves like jade,
Along with the long, gentle stem of her
She is perfect, without flaws.

The tender petals of the lovely flower,
Clear the crystal droplets of the fresh rainwater,
As sunlight shone on her bright red dress,
Oh, my heart had been impressed.

The battered drops, the new arose,
That silky green leaves like jade,
Stand out at the golden light and pose,
They’re beautiful.

Enduring the winds, so strong, so heavy,
And the acid rains that hurt her, ruin her beauty,
Along with the long, gentle stem of her,
She is still upright, and as new as her before.

How I’m glad to be her gardener,
To watch over her, to admire her,
Visitors come, and they all say,
She is perfect, without flaws.

©copyright, August 8, 2007 Kyanta Hidayat

~SWAN SONG~

Dusk above the water
shades the night in gray
shadows as dragonflies
shine their light loud
upon lake of ripples rush
and a sacred Cygnus
in genteel gesture appears in
the dark air taking
shape in moonlit blue silhouette.

This bird, this hour
as beauties mirror, steals the
night under her wing and
drifts down the darkened rivers
throat as shades of winter
color her a whiter
shade of white and she
sings her swan song as if
night never surrendered to dawn.

© March 23, 2006 Karen Davies

today the ND celebration so sian larh, ppl celebrate is fun fun, sing sing, game game, party party then this one is like giving out awards for half an hour, then let us see videos of total defence, so lame sia... aniway, nth to post up... u prefer i post up poem or my story?? aniwae, im posting up a poem for today...

today.... haiz.. nvm, let's talk about fri.. I went back oeps, as usual, every friday, but darn it sia this friday no school... then no pocket money, then take more days to cover my debts, at least paid jesselyn full today... guess what, mr kwan can play bball!! he's so pro also... sia larh... after his scouts he played with us for awhile, he played good, he trusted me alot, felt a little guilty for making his team (my team) lose... I suck at bball, and I hate the bds bball team, they so lan but hao lian... ass sia, not saying all larh.. gosh, hope no bballers see sia... Today been a hungry day, still own wei de $20, bowei $2, bryan $1, old friend $6. Whoever stole that 30 bucks at the carnival, even if he's the president grandson i will!!! chop him to pieces, dig out his heart, squash it, give the ribs to dog, drink his blood, use needle poke the brain, the skull keep it, the teeth make into necklass, the eye balls become yoyo... haiz, so long never taste blood le, just now use rubberband i go break it kena my vein there, blood taste good sia... Haiz... so sian now, k, I go continue my story.. byezzz... tagboard is still nort working... darn sia...

Today was boring at fist, but in the end very fun. I and Mill go dump the broken chairs, Fad and Tim tag along. Fad was like dancing and laughing all the way, which make me laugh also.. lol.. The way we carried the chair like wanna fight like that sia, carry by the shoulder, and we go back to class. Met the guys from toilet, then when we enter it’s like so many people, fun sia, and btw it’s maths, Mr Lim let us go toilet group by group, but each group only 4 people, which turns out to be 5-7.. lol.. all rush out, hahaz... Oh ya, _____ wallet drop, then I took it, I touch then like got notes inside, so I opened and found it was.. later then say... so I bs I give Gabriel, he opened the wallet, hahaz, he still don’t know what is the thing, until Freda say... it was the panty liner... lol.. hahahahahaz.... Yeah, btw, I’m gonna try out for the magazine thing. It’s a magazine from US and it’s calling for writers, I wanna try it, and make my family, my friends, my pri sch.. and ... BDS proud lorh... it’s gonna be 15k words... hahaz, slowly read lorh... but I don’t guarantee can get publish, coz I first time marh, and I sucks... Also, 2 more weeks then can sign up for writing.com.... yeah!! removed the name due to complains...

These few days sooo tired.. why!!! kay, fine, I know why, coz I’m bored. I hate ppl that break promises, also I hate liars. I owe ppl so much money coz of those fucking thieves. I feel like jumping down right now man!! But I lazy... lol... From now on, I’ll be a lazy boi sleeping in class and don’t give a damn of anything. Btw pity Fad lehh, kay larh, she siao siao one, but also no need to kena scolded always marh, haiz.. why can’t this class be more harmony, why can’t my life be up not down. Haizz, up also I lazy to go up... psps... But it’s like worst each day, and also each day I’m getting more evil and crazy. My attitude changed, I like wanna fight sia, and I getting in love to see ppl suffering. It’s like something in me struggling out, like the feeling of being a werewolf someday and kill all in my way no matter who. Haizz.. K, just writing to de-stress. Hehe... Wrote a poem, should post someday, but it’s disgusting, dirty, disastrous. Today like this only lorh, nothing to write. Byezz, gotta sleep le...