lost my common sense. wait! we've got to look in the flower pots.
19.11.09
18.11.09
16.11.09
I got a plan we can't get caught.
ma: you should look at chocolate under a microscope and see how much it looks like plaster of Paris.
me: whaaat? ma you can't do that. you need chemical tests for that.
ma: well then you can look for...germs.
me: maaaaa, you can't see germs just like that.
sis: *wakes up* you're a germ, we can see you just fine. *sleeps again*
me: *muttered oaths*
the parents are in town <3
me: whaaat? ma you can't do that. you need chemical tests for that.
ma: well then you can look for...germs.
me: maaaaa, you can't see germs just like that.
sis: *wakes up* you're a germ, we can see you just fine. *sleeps again*
me: *muttered oaths*
the parents are in town <3
11.11.09
follow and feel.
(3) why can't you see that (9) it's all over now. (7) say goodbye to (6) the alarming sound of a still small voice. (2) keep down with the (13) fireflies. (10) what were we made for? (11) is this real or are we (4) changing. (12) nothing is what it seems (without you) but honestly (14) you never noticed me. don't worry, I'll be just fine (5) on my own alone with (8) the worst of me - (1) I keep my secrets safe.
I know I'm about two months too late, but heck I'm still super happy. Perfect pick-me-up for a sufferer of the exam blues.
I know I'm about two months too late, but heck I'm still super happy. Perfect pick-me-up for a sufferer of the exam blues.
I have selective.
microbes will be the death of me. they'll be the death of us all. place not your trust in antibiotics. be afraid.
10.11.09
6.11.09
5.11.09
a gentile reminder.
in the event that no one has been keeping count
51
days until
CHRISTMAS
excitement reigned in. back to the books.
51
days until
CHRISTMAS
excitement reigned in. back to the books.
4.11.09
3.11.09
potato, potato, pota..wait..poker chip!
- Get notes.
- Get lighter. (or matches..oo! or a Bunsen burner)
- Notes meet fire. whoosh. nyeh!
- Collect ashes (condensed knowledge)
- Put into shaker.
- Add milk (for calcium) Protein and Gummy worms (for fun)
- Shake.
- Drink.
- Pray it works...Or at least makes you sick enough to get an MC.
- Continue studying.
2.11.09
28.10.09
fix me in 45.
...get up, get out, get away. I want to disappear. now more than ever. I'm tired of the world...
26.10.09
we start with number one.
time it wonders how it flies,
like sounds of the heavens as they swish on bye.
for too often threes fall in forests unnoticed,
while wounds unbind in a sticky poultice.
three thirds of water five fifths of life,
piece upset through anger and strife.
the trains of thought float silently still,
consciousness lost in the embrace of a pill.
twist and turn trickle and split
two hearts afire, twice once was lit.
imagery colour words and lines,
flow like currents from the depth of mine.
entangled through perception of flavours and sense,
echo sighs of true pretense.
get out before ewe fail to ride,
ashes offer solace for the loser outside.
my mind is a mess listen flinch and retort,
promise - am not crazy, I'm just out of sorts.
like sounds of the heavens as they swish on bye.
for too often threes fall in forests unnoticed,
while wounds unbind in a sticky poultice.
three thirds of water five fifths of life,
piece upset through anger and strife.
the trains of thought float silently still,
consciousness lost in the embrace of a pill.
twist and turn trickle and split
two hearts afire, twice once was lit.
imagery colour words and lines,
flow like currents from the depth of mine.
entangled through perception of flavours and sense,
echo sighs of true pretense.
get out before ewe fail to ride,
ashes offer solace for the loser outside.
my mind is a mess listen flinch and retort,
promise - am not crazy, I'm just out of sorts.
22.10.09
for the first time I can truly say I love Barney.
"..when I get sad, I stop being sad and be AWESOME instead. true story.."
21.10.09
19.10.09
kebenaran menduduki peperiksaan.
M.GEORGE ZACHARIAH
41, JLN BALDU, TAMAN SENTOSA
80150 JOHOR BAHRU, JOHOR
SES SARJANA MUDA SAINS
SEN 080027
881029435757
41, JLN BALDU, TAMAN SENTOSA
80150 JOHOR BAHRU, JOHOR
SES SARJANA MUDA SAINS
SEN 080027
881029435757
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PELAJAR INI LAYAK MENDUDUKI PEPERIKSAAN
DALAM KURSUS TERSEBUT DI ATAS MENURUT
KAEDAH DAN PERATURAN UNIVERSITI MALAYA
(PENGAJIAN IJAZAH PERTAMA) 2006
DALAM KURSUS TERSEBUT DI ATAS MENURUT
KAEDAH DAN PERATURAN UNIVERSITI MALAYA
(PENGAJIAN IJAZAH PERTAMA) 2006
17.10.09
relax, it's not supposed to.
in the shade of human clouds.
ten thousand times two purple shrouds.
parakeets and goldfish act too proud.
I'm mostly guilty of thinking out loud.
behold, over yonder! 'tis be a rabbit hole. *dive dive, ten-4*
ten thousand times two purple shrouds.
parakeets and goldfish act too proud.
I'm mostly guilty of thinking out loud.
behold, over yonder! 'tis be a rabbit hole. *dive dive, ten-4*
dead poets cry O Captain, my captain.
O Captain, my Captain! Our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up - for you the flag is flung, for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! Dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
- Walt Whitman -
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up - for you the flag is flung, for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! Dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
- Walt Whitman -
16.10.09
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