Enn Devadai ennai parthal,
avar parvai uyir edukum, uyir kuddukum,
aval odu kann maymarindu parkam tonum,
untha madari ahna kangal
eppoluthu naan avatha pural, aanal oru veen thugadi ahna pural
yenn kadhal seriyo thuvaro, yen kadhal vailiyo sugomo
piidithum piidithum, padathum, paduthum Unnale
I tried to see the good But darkness ate your soul It ate away the sweetness And left nothing but a hole........taste so sour....smell so sour.......feel so sore......
Hmmmmm...i kind of felt for him when i didn’t post the poem so i told him to water it down as a teaser of some sort, one that could be used as a bait and thanks to a chakara kuti (don’t worry even i don’t understand what that means) i shall show his talents in literature ;)
Except what literature is and what reality is a whole lot of different. Yes we can relate to them, however can u really see ureself that farfetched.
CHANGE OF TOPIC :D
There i was one morning without a drive of seeing the end of the one that just got born when i decided to skip looking over covalent bonding, and instead just rummage through some of the material online, and ohhh was i surprised by some of the shit im seeing. I quote “the change rooms as big as Arjun’s dick” bro, we all know its big but not this big ;), but later on i found some real good shit, SUITS= (oi u didn’t copyrite this shit) idk about u but im a different person at home than i am in the public. I aint gonna go into detail, but to be honest its like changing clothes.
Each style represents u....yes i do wear mostly casual or sport related things but shut up.... me as soon as i put my special jacket, i become that hotshot that can do anything he wants, grab a person’s attention for as long as he willed, unstoppable in other words, and then i have my long sleeves that i wear to be serious, and on the task....place the two together and here comes TROuBLE, lately ive put up a new suit, one that im not sure people will see through (Dont fricken come up to me and tell/ask shit, u only are gonna seriously aggravate me :P) so stfu and keep moving..wtf is wit this DNM i swear next time i hear it at school....;)
its funny how anything that falls smack straight into my face when im either at home or at school i can brush up wit a simple 1% of my total intellect, however when its to and from places i would say im the most vunerable... yes just when im changing outfits... just as superman has kryptonite as his nemesis weapon of choice, green lanten and his mind, wolverine and his quest for self realisation, i to will lose, and will lose badly if it ever happens. Well the easy thing for them is that even though they have to live it, they don’t necessarily see it next to them, every day of the working week.
How were we brought to this world huh, oh whole LOT OF CRYING and wit nothing. Yep zip, zero, zilch whatever u want to express zero as. So why do we want so much, why do we want to have that Rolex or Omega instead of a simple watch that costs only 10 dollars....hmm do i call it ego or isit something else, idk about u but i feel for those people who believe it is ‘cool’ or a simply ‘Catch up time’ who simply go shopping for the sake of it. I mean with the money you spend on a Calvin Klein t shirt or a Versace dress, that 150 or 300 + clothing could have been sent of to a world aid centre who could ues it to feed and clothe a half a village . No, im not asking u to call up Tim Costello (faggot) but im asking u to think about those people.
Idk if i should be saying this, but one of my amma’s old neighbour, and when i mean old back when she was still at her dad’s stomping ground, there used to be a boy several years younger than her who was like, hmmm u could say a brother of sorts. Well he somehow managed to track down amma through facebook (SCORE FOR ME) and filled in the details that went blank when amma set of for Colombo. The guy is a fricken genius, he has studied for basically all his life, now finally finishing of his phd at the age of 31, has a kid. You would think he is set for life, well a life that may be cut short anytime soon. Heart attack, or as they say Cardio ....something like that...:D but wat makes it worse is that he and his 4 other brothers have all chipped in to run a ashram....orphanage of sorts, for where theyre mother can teach and nurture these parent less, money less children. Interesting how this life works, studying furiously, without the slightest regard for his health for the future, shows a future with no health. But what struck a chord in both me and my amma was when he said he felt like going back and living the high life of school again....The excitement, the friendship, the girls, the romances, the fights, all of these things. Simply heart breaking.
TO EMOTIONAL CHANGE OF TOPIC :D
Hmmmmm well i did say i would show u my own poem....but before that i would like to talk about my good mate. Bull shit this life is i swear....check out wat someone wrote to him
But now that u know she has moved on its easy for you and you can move on, even though now u will be saying I don't want to move on later u will be like why did I waste so much time on her? But we fall we fall hard and eventually we get back up again. And when u get back up again ***** u will feel on top of the world again. Even though it may take a while.
First of can i say that he isn’t saying.... ‘i don’t want to move on’, instead why can’t i.... i mean its not his fault that whenever he see’s he just wants to rage or go of home.... there is so much misconception around his fiasco that i feel for him, as a friend i cant do anything apart from tell him not to do anything irrational, not to cry for her when she is visably in pain. I mean from wat he tells me, he wants to be friends with everyone having no enemies, however i believe it is the situation that is causing him to be seen alone. One example, the bus, OMG i swear, he cant talk to her group of friends just coz she’s there, dammit AHahahahaha my amma would say continuesly
Ithu yena mayam...What is this illusion
But the thing is, he cant do anything can he, i mean all he feels is pure emotion...one incident that he forgot to mention to me was his run in wit her on the way home....BLOODY HELL... just to avoid her he goes to a seat that was a few rows in front. Now here is the killer blow, the same seat he proposed and serenaded her. So u tell me, hw would it feel to be remembering all those memories flooding through the fragile, temporary gates he just constructed....no matter how low she could go, no matter how far she went, there is no other torture, and sentence than to see someone go that means the world to u
Goddammit, in the mood im in rite now i mite as well put up his original shit
Memorise that i can’t erase
Part of me that i can’t replace
I was lost and now its gone without a trace
I just find it hard to breathe
Baby i wish that i could tell u im sorry
Because Baby i need u, baby i need u, coz im sorry
I wish that i could have u here today
Coz Baby i need u, baby i need u, coz im sorry
Now im stuck in this place coz baby u were everything and now im left with nothing
And if u didn’t knoe, baby i love u so, i wish we made it a good thing
How i could i let u go, i got to let u knoe that u were the best thing
Baby i wish that i didn’t stop talking
Girl I swear ill do, anything
Coz i wish i didn’t walk away
With that as a ending note
Adeusinho
P.s. do me a favour and listen to Nothing Ever Hurt like You by James Morrison pretty sums up.....ill put it up if i figure how
P.s.s. I must say this is one heck of a post...longest one ive done, but then again a lot has happened i guess.....
P.s.s.s. When is the next god dam party for this school, i swear don’t make my party the one to wait for...........mind it ;)
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