Category Archives: poem

I faked an orgasm emo.

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Posted by Jovi on 01/08/2009 – 3:10 am
Filed under birthdays, cam-ho, college, emo, emotions, poem

I am one of the happiest teen alive at this moment, well. Not all happy but part of me am :)

Contributing to my happiness, first thing is. Finals for semester 1 just ended! And it was okay, managed to answer it all.

Secondly, my birthday is next week’s Wednesday! On the 5th! Trevor and Sharon shared money to buy me a rm12.90 Subway Sandwich today as my birthday present! Too bad I can’t keep it for long, its in my rectum now and digested ;) But I’m still keeping the piece of paper wrapped around the sandwich.

Its the end of semester 1 yesterday, and semester is on its way one week from now! I’m excited!

When I got back home today, Mum showed me a letter from the institute about my absence. Somewhat a warning letter, but heck cares. Mum asked me if she could call the “senior manager” who sent the letter to FUCK OFF!

HAHAHAHA! I was absent for personal reasons. Not because I was lazy.


Its been so long since I wrote a noob poem, well, its time for one.

Let me try to sum the whole semester 1 up in one poem :)


Rang, was what I heard,
3 weeks late, 
Fresh at heart,
Smell of fruits and cream,
Smiles on faces and jealousy on the other,
Two walls I saw, 
Whole wall I hated,
Full of creatures,
From talking apples, to biting ferrets,
From old mermaids to trolls,
From dwarfs to ” Bruce Lee“,
Creatures are all I see,
The worse creature of all, 
A blue skinned, short fur, skank shouting Chess set.
Pastries, Tarts, Bananas,
Humans and hated hearts,
Sem 1 is fun,
Sem 2 is up,
Friends gained,
Friends lost,
Separated and departed.
Obstacles crossed, 
Rainbow is out.



Too bad rainbow only stays for a week :(

Institute starts on the 10th of August :(

Oh well, that was about it. HAHAH!

I feel so lifeless right now, thinking what to write.

And also, my friend Chibi. She made Chocolate Tofu Mousse and brought it to college today. So everyone tasted it, and its darn sweet. Imagine, 8 spoonfull of Milo powder and 6 spoonfulls of castor sugar.

So to my amazement, no tofu smell in it! 

Arrived back home with 2 huge cubes of silk tofu, mashed and sifted. I tried making Chocolate Tofu Ice Cream with it. Still in freezer freezing, taste damn nice! Vegan ;)

Its the best tasting Ice cream I’ve ever made! So smooth and creamy! Sounds weird to some of you, but trust me. Once u tried, you;ll shut up :)


I’ve nothing else to blog about anymore, so I might as well upload some emo pictures. HAHAHA!



emo emo emo

This emo photos were taken for the purpose of camho-ing. I’m a femenist, shoot me.

Emo pictures needs emo captions :P

Beneath me, 
Lies a hidden broken heart.

Its falling apart,
I can’t patch it back.

The thinker

My scar feels deeper than it seems.

Always emo, should smile smile also right? :D

SMILE! :)

Of Dandelions and Roses!

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Posted by Jovi on 03/07/2009 – 2:56 am
Filed under asa, college, flowers, fuck, idiots, poem, poetry

Not only Michael Jackson is dead, so is my blog. Why no one suicide because mine is dead?

First things first, 

“I am somehow convinced that the poor deceased fella is somehow INNOCENT.“

After seeing some of the interviews done, I believe that people are trying to frame him for things he had not done, poor fella. 

Next is, I have few things to blog about. One of it is, I know some of my college mates reads my blog. And I’m perfectly fine with it an so on. 

I don’t even care if you spread my youtube videos or any shameful articles to others.

Since you’re at spreading it. Might as well spread this shit to BST 16 for me!

Today would be the first time I really speak to Asa.

[which idiotic names her son Asa?]

[or even gives himself the name Asa?]

As I was saying, Asa is the kind of human who has a tiny deformed pea brain and it doesn’t function!

Or maybe it over functioned? Guess NOT!

What made me say that?

Here’s today’s conversation.


Asa : Hey, you know some of the seniors asked me about your gender.
Me : And?
Asa : So I told them you’re a female

[he's being over sarcastic]

Me : You better think properly before you talk.
Use your brains!

*forgotten*

And I forgotten how the following went, seriously i cant control myself.

I would have punched the fuckface right on his specs! I don’t care if he bleeds or glass shatters into his eyes.

Retarded fella!

And I got news about him, some told me that he’s an orphan.

If I were to spat on his face and talk back, I’d say


” Aww, poor you! Your parents are dead or they dumped you? “

*makes sad pity face*


Lets see if he does it another time, I’ll do the combo, talk about him being an orphan and punch him!

Asa, if you are reading this! You better apologise to me or don’t let me see your fuck face!

I might not control myself this time. Fuckfaces gives me the urge to punch it!


Especially yours, ASA!



Besides Asa’s problematic brain issue, there’s this thing I wanna make it clear.

I feel sorry for hiding this but I had to make it clear. Its kinda bothering me anyway.

All my life until I was form 2, I believe about this thing called “best friend“.

Until I was being stabbed, stepped, pushed and criticized by my “best friend“. 

For me, if you ask me. 

I don’t believe in best friends, there are no such thing called best friend!

I only believe there are good friends, friends that you can count on.

Friends that supports you, cares for you.

They make things clear before they accuse you.

Those are good friends!

“Best friends” are just titles given to those if you had hung out long enough with them,

Helped them, Laugh with them, Let you copy their homework and so on.

USELESS!

I think best friends are sometimes worst than normal friends itself.

So if you to proclaim that I am your best friend, 

I’m fine with it, but did you notice that I never said I was your best friend?

That was because I didn’t believe in it.

Trevor, you are a wonderful caring friend, like money, hard to find, easy to lose!

This might be offensive! But I don’t mean to be.

I’m sorry to say, I don’t have best friends, they don’t exist in my life.

I don’t believe in it.

Its okay if you call me your best friend, I’m fine with that, you’re my good friend.

But not best friend, because there never are any best friends.

OMG!

Its like I’ve become a kid again, talking about best friends and not friends.

But somehow, this is a grown up best friend topic! Seriously. 


Another thing is, Semester one is finally ending!

My exam, practical and theory coming soon! DIE DIE DIE!

Last topic before I go to sleep,

This might be offensive too, so I’m going to write this in a metaphor poem-ish way.

I’m a noob in poetry, forgive me.



I was strolling at the park,
On a sunny morning dew drip,
The park is full or florals,
Tulips, Dandelions & Chrysanthemums,
You name it!
As the fields are carpeted with green grass,
The sniff of the morning air, 
Enlightens my soul,
Looking at the beautiful roses, 
One badly bruised but still lovely,
I picked it up but made it worst,
Took it home and kept it on a glass vase,
As I sat on the table over a cup of coffee,
Glazing at the rose I picked,
Only to find myself covered with the buds of the dandelion!
With a swift of my hands,
I pulls it buds off, but the air kept em coming,
And it keep sticking on me.
Help is what I needed, 
The rose is what I needed,
Does the rose response?
Help me get the dandelion off me.


I don’t like dandelions! 
They stick too much on me.


- Jovi -


SERIOUSLY! DANDELION, GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME! 

I like roses, not you! Cheap flower!


Gloomy Eyes

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Posted by Jovi on 23/06/2009 – 5:52 am
Filed under dying, emo, gloomy, poem, sleepy

The mist and haze fills the dark air of the pavement,

Right here still, I’ve not slept.

The sound of the air blewn out of the machine, chills my skin,

The rays of the flourescent light hits my shutting eyes,

Typing this exact sentence while sipping on my cup of hot milo,

Everything seems slow and gloomy,

I’m awake, but my soul isn’t,

Group presentation in about 4 hours, 

Fuck it, I’m dead.

From your dying poet, Jovi





Note : I’m still awake because of the last minute group presentation slide, thanks to our last minute planning, hooray! -NOT.

If Its You

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Posted by Jovi on 22/06/2009 – 1:55 am
Filed under emo, if its you, love, poem

Listening to this, used to make me think about you,

And it still does, 

I laugh and cheer listening to this song, when I know you are mine,

But now, its different, 

All I can feel is pain and hunger,

The words clearly show of how I feel about you,

I still do, I’m just not sure about you.

It never faded, never did,

I faked that I’ve moved on, but the fact that I did not,

I feel the pain, when there’s no gain,

I’ve felt it long, why not longer?

From the start to the end, the center is,

I don’t mind going through this, and I still want to,

Do you?



Released by Jovi

p/s : you know who you are, my love, my dear.

Candles!

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Posted by Jovi on 22/06/2009 – 1:19 am
Filed under Jacqueline Teyew, birthdays, poem

I love writing poems that doesn’t rhymes, thanks to Sharon for the addiction ;)

So this one goes out to one of the most precious person that will ever be in my life,

Jacqueline Teyew,

Day light hits the eye, Oh! Its morning!

Its been 18 years the sun has shone its rays upon you,

You’ve now got wings, but still locked in a cage,

Sooner or later, you’ll fly,

Its your big day, a wonderful day,

Celebrated this day, 18 times.

From hairless to a head full of hair,

I’d like to wish you, a Happy Wonderful Birthday!

Happy Wonderful Birthday my dear friend.





From your amateur rhyming friend, Jovi