Signs of boredom...

here are signs that i was bored and depressed. i wrote poems(me and poems!! i must have been really depressed)

I keep thinking of you
You came as the light
Yet left as the dark
if only you might
Give me the chance to fight
can I make my mark

You showed me the right
Yet was I always wrong?
if only you might
Once again tell me how to fight
Can I undo the song

You made my day
Yet when I tried
You cast me away
if only it may
Can I find out you but lied

Did you fail to see beneath
this very skin that coverth
You and me?
For we are all but equal
Arnt we?

I keep thinking of you
Dispite knowing
however you
would
but cast me away.

MY ANGEL(Lord I need you)
The first time I saw, I knew
I could predict that many new
things would come true..
under the sky, always blue
As time passed all the interest grew.

Why must He be so evil
When we are all but so civil
the excitement that kept on growing
Stopped by a simple sowing
Why must she be so evil

Will time be the solution or
all that I hope for
Be lost once and for all
Why make it look like my only call
can’t obtain what I wish for

Why God must you be so evil
to put Us through the trouble
sleepless nights I spend and the
shock that came to her
Now, music I must wait for..
Weeks to come will not be easy untill I
Know the truth. Lord you must help
me and her and we should get
Nothing but the best.

Will she ever realize that I am
But attracted to her and only her?

The power
He has the power to create
and the power to destroy
Yet so many people hate
how He changes our fate

Why is it that the most
Logical of moves
turns out to be a ghost
What was the best post?

We live to harness
the power
that lies in darkness
'aber wann kann wir'
know the truth

'aber wann kann wir'=but when will we



This is what life is all about
When I was born I came as a hope
a hope that I would create
many more magical moments
For the world and for my self

Yet I did but throw away all
I made myself a perminant
place to cry
a place where only I can go

I got the strength
More than all I wanted
yet once I learnt the truth
I knew only I could go through

when I needed the strength
the most,
All I but got
is myself another problem

Now who will give me that strength?



The confused ONE
Name: Chaitanya
B`dae: 14/03/1990 (einstein shares my B-dae!!)
Sch00l: Anderson..
Class: De best class
CCA: SJAB and ganna be maths soc soon!!


Falling in LOVE with
The WORLD of anti-confusing(maths!!) things( If only it exists)


Hating
People who get confused by maths (It cant be confusing!)


I wish
-That everyone loves Mathematics!
-To eat non-stop without growing fat!!
-Time machine


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Excuses List

Here are some excuses for not doing maths homework. Thanks to a library book.(i dont really use them.. i jus dont do HW!!)
I did not do my Maths because...
1) It was cold at night that i burnt all my pencils for warmth.
2) My pet mistook the homework as veges and ate it.
3) My book was left in my locked drawer where as the key was flushed into the toliet bowl.
4) I accidentally drop it into the library book drop.


Superman!

I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me

I'm more than a bird:I'm more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It's not easy to be me

Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see

It may sound absurd:but don't be naive
Even Heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed:but won't you conceed
Even Heroes have the right to dream
It's not easy to be me

Up, up and away:away from me
It's all right:You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy:or anything:

I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees

I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me

It's not easy to be me.

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