Why won’t you take your place on this old chair
While you wait to get to a better place
Why did you pick it up, why did you dare
When you knew about the risks you would face?
Soon you’ll learn that it’s all about money
It’s how insignificant things matter
It matters not if you can move freely
It’s not how conditions could be better
However it stinks you can’t ask for change
Everything’s priced, nothing comes easily
This twistingly long expanse is their range
Behind these closed doors one’s presence must be
Shaken you will be, deterred your morals
Going through it is like movement of bowels
Category Archives: Poems
My First Wishlist… fulfilled!
Hit the bong then sing a song from your schlong
Plunk the funk from a swimming-trunkless hunk
Wait not long not in a thong it’s not wrong
To clear the chunk of gunk from radio junk
God knows plant a rose for his overdose
The band changed their men; a fan even can
Join their throes; music just flows – drugged-out woes
Back to the den, magic sand, no man’s land
Shake them, their life at stake give them a break
To heal from the peeled seal of fine-cut steel
When they wake for their sake just let them make
Their music reveal their zeal, their new feel
Once known Majestic Masters of Mayhem
Rock maximum, buy me their new album!

(I hope that wasn’t too harsh a wishlist for a first one…)
Edit 17:05 +800 GMT 11th July 2002: I already have the album! Wahey the sock-wearing c*** rock funk punk metal rappers did it again! More on that soon…
Play It!
Wrap me around your strong little finger
I would do the job; I would do it all
Your perfume keeps me strong; it must linger
Waking hours you rob; one day I will fall
Never was I certain who you were for
Never did I know your unstable state
Unforseen circumstances left me sore
Soon I was chased by the guards at your gate
I became like rubber, your spare tire
You trained me to become shock-absorbent
But then, I smelt strongly under fire
The sweat I worked for you became pungent
Was this the end? Had I been stretched too thin?
I suffer for your polygamous sin
The Chase
At times I wonder if I should pursue
Or give up the chasing, go home and cry
Am I worth or is an overhaul due?
At my current state, should I even try?
I’ve lost my power, I run for cover
I need a fortitude of confidence
I’m outweighed, outswayed, beat by the better
Knocked out cold; sullen is my appearance
There could be a shortcut; a detour
But I’m not familiar with the roads here
I could not find a friend at this hour
They’re competitors now; that is my fear
I’m pressured to reach the finishing line
But I fear that this racetrack is not mine
Thinketh Me Writeth
Hi I’m Albert and I have a big head
Physically; metaphorically
I’m human but I look alien instead
With their intellectual capacity
So what’s the big deal if I am a nerd?
Is it very wrong to be logical?
Why do we fear theories that are unheard
Or bother to be philosophical?
Why shouldn’t walnut-sized brains be better
Since CPUs get powerful shrinking?
Why should we let ancient rolls of paper
Constrain and prevent us from questioning?
Do we wait one more Renaissance to ask?
It’s sad – evolution’s no easy task
Questionable Risk?
To have a crush is a rush with harsh mush
To have a touch is such it’s more than much
To have a hushed squashed brush one turns pink flush
To the point, the arch where starch parches march
Give it more time, generate some enzyme
Where biological’s not logical
Stronger than lime, your primal call’s a crime
Socially liable to denial
For public? You’ll harbor catastrophic
Hit quit, the taunted bit you must commit
Logic doubts how tragic or horrific
Should you risk being known and your cover blown?
Set in stone being alone? Or on the phone?
Life Is Good.
Everything was fine, all was in order
Until one bleak day came this disarray
Lecturers had played with the scheduler
Credit hours doubled, to our dismay
You guessed it, college schedules were clashing
Making me go every day of the week
No chance to go out, no chance for resting
Calamity and free time’s all I seek
The person who designed my timetable
Ought to reshuffle or taste the gravel
Back In Rhyme
I haven’t blogged in here for quite a while
This is because I’d to format my PC
I tried hard to copy one stupid file
Some DLL can’t read from the CD
I’d buy Athlon XP, best of the crop
With it a branded Asus motherboard
With an overclocker fan stuck on top
Plus casing with fans to lift till it soared
Excuse is lame, especially a crime
Haven’t studied my entire semester
Guess what? I have exams in two weeks’ time
And my eyes look like that of a panda’s
Give me another sticker for effort
It’s much harder blogging in a sonnet
Earth-shattering
(This light-hearted sonnet I wrote has touched the lives of people. Could you be one of them?)
People have sought knowledge and to be wise
Climbing hills for better meditation
Say people are bits in a bowl of rice
Or like drops of water in an ocean
The world’s full of worries, so don’t add yours
Your own troubles are enough for yourself
Noone cares what happens behind closed doors
Noone else needs to think deeply and dwelve
Do not seek eternal enlightenment
Just let it all loose and let it all free
Do not pick at it; do not argument
Leave questions unanswered as they should be
When your head starts to float, you feel lighter
Then you’ld have reached the stage of Duh-vana
And on the 25th day he rested…
Just look at the irony of the last post.
1200 hours 19th March 2002 until now (around 0900 hours 20th Match 2002!)
(Note: I will be using 24 hour time throughout this post.)
Do you want to know what happened to me after that? (Even if you don’t, I’m forcing you to read about it anyway, so please do!)
At 1300 hours, I took a 15 minute nap, considering I hadn’t slept for 25 hours then. I was supposed to leave at that time for college to hand in my project and take a progress test from 1400 to 1700 hours.
At 1630 hours, my dear colleague called my handphone. At home. Okayyy…
Rush, rush! Thankfully, the taxi was cheap. I reached there around 1730 hours.
Luckily for me, I got to hitch on another progress test on Friday.
So, how did I feel? Strangely, after 0500 hours, I didn’t feel sleepy anymore.
In fact, I was headbanging to the likes of Red Hot Chili Peppers – Instrumental #2, Incubus – Hilikus, and Hoobastank – Crawling In The Dark!
I’d never headbanged harder to music before this. Maybe it was sleep deprivation, but it sure had a wonderful effect – unlocking and releasing sugar from your body’s glucose store?
I was alert enough, I even programmed a HTML page with JavaScript to play Counter-Strike’s C4 sound after an hour’s mark!
The sound never reached my brain.
So much for breaking whatever 72-hour record I had.
Here’s a record for you. A blog post rhymed, paragraphs in ABAB format. A pain.
Suffice to say, I did it! (Read through this again.) Have I gone mad?