KENNARD u call urself a blogger??!!!
pui!!!
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
I NEED TO GETAWAY!!!!
on my blog dashboard there was this column that says:
"Welcome to the Reading List. Here are all the updates from any blogs you follow and sites you've joined using Google FriendConnect.
my mind is sub-consciously telling me: "kennard, u're going kuku now, perhaps you needa dig a hole in the sand on the beach n bury ur head inside. Or you can go enjoy the sunset ON THE BEACH with your girl and your beer."
That means, first, I gotta get to the beach!!!! I need to runaway!!! this room is big but the walls are closing in on me, I need ... Salvation..
okay now im gonna go read a book, and go for badminton while my mind will be wondering which island i might land myself on in the next 2 weeks.
desperate island man signing off.
"Welcome to the Reading List. Here are all the updates from any blogs you follow and sites you've joined using Google FriendConnect.
- You are not currently following any blogs. Use the "add" button below to enter blogs you'd like to follow in your Reading List. Learn more"
my mind is sub-consciously telling me: "kennard, u're going kuku now, perhaps you needa dig a hole in the sand on the beach n bury ur head inside. Or you can go enjoy the sunset ON THE BEACH with your girl and your beer."
That means, first, I gotta get to the beach!!!! I need to runaway!!! this room is big but the walls are closing in on me, I need ... Salvation..
okay now im gonna go read a book, and go for badminton while my mind will be wondering which island i might land myself on in the next 2 weeks.
desperate island man signing off.
wrong transformation
He sits there, just sitting there. No hopes, in despair. Everything seems broken, the room's broken, the door's broken, the new air conditioner, new wishes and him - all broke. Quiet, lonely in his room, in a tiny apartment, once cozy, now shabby, thanks to him, bringing in that awful feeling.
Things has always been this bad for him, he realized. "Why is god playing all this tricks on me?" he complains. Then he thinks again, there is no god, if there is he wouldn't have been like this. He's blaming everything and everyone. He knows that this is all a temporary low, things getting bad and would eventually get better again. But as he tries to recall, a feeble attempt to rewind to the happy times, everything seemed blur, skidded. He has no hope.
This is not the part where happiness comes in, as you read on, it'll bring you down, as down as he is right now. He thinks back on all the stupidity he landed himself on, why do they just bug him and possess him. Has he no mind of his own? He thinks he's smart a times, but a fool can only know so much to be a fool, and he is one. How he got tricked, several times, causing damage to himself. How his carelessness brought upon much troubles to others around him. Until those who care about him, now they just couldnt care less. No wonder his friends disappear, he lives in his own world, not caring about the others. and when he tries, he fails for he does not know, the way of life, he's lost and needs more than guidelines.
now his friends have left him, his girlfriend has no clue on what to deal about him, his family, had to worry about the troubles from him. He's a real pain in the a**. There was this wise man, who told him:" it's dangerous when you say you think you know, you must know". How much does he know? for now he knows nothing, all his life, suddenly sank to the bottom of the sea, and covered, the vast surface-full of emptiness. And the depths, is beyond permissible pressure, but needs to be found.
THis sounds like a suicide note, but he thinks there's more to come, he can't die that easily.
He looks out to the window, knocking on the glass. Suffocating, pleading for some air, and a breath of motivation and a tiny hope for a less depressing life.
He's tired of all these, everynight he sleeps, always accompanied by a tear from his eye that wishes " i hope you have a good nights sleep" muaha.. haha...ha.
Things has always been this bad for him, he realized. "Why is god playing all this tricks on me?" he complains. Then he thinks again, there is no god, if there is he wouldn't have been like this. He's blaming everything and everyone. He knows that this is all a temporary low, things getting bad and would eventually get better again. But as he tries to recall, a feeble attempt to rewind to the happy times, everything seemed blur, skidded. He has no hope.
This is not the part where happiness comes in, as you read on, it'll bring you down, as down as he is right now. He thinks back on all the stupidity he landed himself on, why do they just bug him and possess him. Has he no mind of his own? He thinks he's smart a times, but a fool can only know so much to be a fool, and he is one. How he got tricked, several times, causing damage to himself. How his carelessness brought upon much troubles to others around him. Until those who care about him, now they just couldnt care less. No wonder his friends disappear, he lives in his own world, not caring about the others. and when he tries, he fails for he does not know, the way of life, he's lost and needs more than guidelines.
now his friends have left him, his girlfriend has no clue on what to deal about him, his family, had to worry about the troubles from him. He's a real pain in the a**. There was this wise man, who told him:" it's dangerous when you say you think you know, you must know". How much does he know? for now he knows nothing, all his life, suddenly sank to the bottom of the sea, and covered, the vast surface-full of emptiness. And the depths, is beyond permissible pressure, but needs to be found.
THis sounds like a suicide note, but he thinks there's more to come, he can't die that easily.
He looks out to the window, knocking on the glass. Suffocating, pleading for some air, and a breath of motivation and a tiny hope for a less depressing life.
He's tired of all these, everynight he sleeps, always accompanied by a tear from his eye that wishes " i hope you have a good nights sleep" muaha.. haha...ha.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
PSsst!
Organic Chemistry.
Not so impressing,
needs brains,
so much to understand,
so much to memorize,
so much to apply.
wished I majored inChristianity Religion now,
don't have to understand,
doesn't have to make sense,
just requires faith,
all you have to remember is to pray 5 times a day.
But yet, I'm not majoring in whaatever it is, still have to study for test 2 on monday.
And so
the Christian told his girlfriend,
"Babe, I love you second most."
*hearts.
LOL
Not so impressing,
needs brains,
so much to understand,
so much to memorize,
so much to apply.
wished I majored in
don't have to understand,
doesn't have to make sense,
just requires faith,
all you have to remember is to pray 5 times a day.
But yet, I'm not majoring in whaatever it is, still have to study for test 2 on monday.
And so
the Christian told his girlfriend,
"Babe, I love you second most."
*hearts.
LOL
Thursday, June 25, 2009
And it only takes a minute of your precious time.
whatever you do, wherever you go..
just turn around, i'll be two steps behind you.
Kenn
just turn around, i'll be two steps behind you.
Kenn
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Daddy.
Foreword:
It all happened at 3am last night, finished studying and just tucked myself in, and thoughts came flooding to my mind, so i took my phone and started typing, here it is, transfered to my blog.
This post is the original work of the author, me and it would touch some very emotional part of someone's heart...... especially the author's.
If you wonder what this is, this is a poem, yes for my dad. But he won't be likely to be reading it, you'll know why.
and my dad loves me too
It all happened at 3am last night, finished studying and just tucked myself in, and thoughts came flooding to my mind, so i took my phone and started typing, here it is, transfered to my blog.
This post is the original work of the author, me and it would touch some very emotional part of someone's heart...... especially the author's.
please READ RESPONSIBLY
If you wonder what this is, this is a poem, yes for my dad. But he won't be likely to be reading it, you'll know why.
DADDY
I wish I was little,
then I would've gotten all the attention
and the care he would've given to me.
I wish I was little,
then I could run around
and hug him and don't let go
and he would be happy about it.
I wish I was little,
all I care about is myself
and the apples and the bees
and the stars that I get.
I wish I was little,
then I can get a piggy back ride
and bedtime stories as he tucks me in at night.
But now I'm all grown up,
and I look at him in a different way,
I no longer can run around
and pretend I'm a child.
I look at him as a person
that I don't want to be
I am a disgrace by thinking like that,
but who wants to be a man
who has not passed high school in his life,
who wants to be a man
who drives a van to work
and comes back sweaty all the time,
who wants to be a man
who owns a company
where the company has no money
who wants to be a man
who aspires high
but do things which are not so inspiring?
I look at him differently,
As I grew taller
my vision wider, I see more...
I couldn't bear him telling
me stories everynight anymore
It sounds like nagging
and I have better things to do
like onlining..
I can no longer hug him
and don't let go as the way before.
Things are just different,
I can't face him,
I can't stand him,
I hate him,
for him saying yes to my no,
no to my yes.
I'm fed up with the sight of him.
I look at him differently,
Now when I look at him
I see his eyes
that eyes that watched little me grow up
and that eyebrow, that turned from black to white.
that eyes that's wise
that has seen much and suffered much pain
and still somehow guided me to where I am now
that eyes that has hope for me
and that eyes that tells me
he would do anything
so I won't fall.
And that pair of hands,
rough,
black nails and uncared for hands,
that has been working
ever since I was born,
till today,
19 years,
through thick or thin,
still working
to support me,
still has to work
so that I don't have to have hands like him
I don't know how much I owe this man,
How I want to die for him,
or better,
Live for him,
How much,
how desperately I want to succeed,
and him seeing me succeed.
I'm a grown up now,
and now I realize,
Now I Cry,
Now I know,
I love you daddy.......
yours truly,
Jun Jun
then I would've gotten all the attention
and the care he would've given to me.
I wish I was little,
then I could run around
and hug him and don't let go
and he would be happy about it.
I wish I was little,
all I care about is myself
and the apples and the bees
and the stars that I get.
I wish I was little,
then I can get a piggy back ride
and bedtime stories as he tucks me in at night.
But now I'm all grown up,
and I look at him in a different way,
I no longer can run around
and pretend I'm a child.
I look at him as a person
that I don't want to be
I am a disgrace by thinking like that,
but who wants to be a man
who has not passed high school in his life,
who wants to be a man
who drives a van to work
and comes back sweaty all the time,
who wants to be a man
who owns a company
where the company has no money
who wants to be a man
who aspires high
but do things which are not so inspiring?
I look at him differently,
As I grew taller
my vision wider, I see more...
I couldn't bear him telling
me stories everynight anymore
It sounds like nagging
and I have better things to do
like onlining..
I can no longer hug him
and don't let go as the way before.
Things are just different,
I can't face him,
I can't stand him,
I hate him,
for him saying yes to my no,
no to my yes.
I'm fed up with the sight of him.
I look at him differently,
Now when I look at him
I see his eyes
that eyes that watched little me grow up
and that eyebrow, that turned from black to white.
that eyes that's wise
that has seen much and suffered much pain
and still somehow guided me to where I am now
that eyes that has hope for me
and that eyes that tells me
he would do anything
so I won't fall.
And that pair of hands,
rough,
black nails and uncared for hands,
that has been working
ever since I was born,
till today,
19 years,
through thick or thin,
still working
to support me,
still has to work
so that I don't have to have hands like him
I don't know how much I owe this man,
How I want to die for him,
or better,
Live for him,
How much,
how desperately I want to succeed,
and him seeing me succeed.
I'm a grown up now,
and now I realize,
Now I Cry,
Now I know,
I love you daddy.......
yours truly,
Jun Jun
and my dad loves me too
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