And Then . . .

And Then . . .

Things don't go smoothly, perfectly
and swee swee as planned.
Nor do divine bodies
give you a helpin hand.

Yes i'm definitely not used to that,
perhaps that's why i'm here as a man.
But that's ok i'll say reluctantly,
there are other ways to spend de weekend.

It's not a girl i need in fact,
but more of a friend,
whom i can bitch about stuff to,
before i reach my wits' end,
just like how i'm stuck here
with nothin to extend.

They say a blog is like a diary,
in which you let your expressions free.
But many have come to see
that it isn't de case for them nor me.
It's a place where you record stuff,
sound jolly, poetic and insert philosophy.

I'm still thinkin about tomorrow,
which i'm not sure how to spend.
It used to be packed full of fun,
now there isn't a single event.
Better not emo i tell myself,
i shall enjoy civi life while i can.

Then what have i been doin typin all these,
when it could have been done on paper and pen.
And save everyone's time,
for it is all senseless rants.
But i thought it's another post,
which can sort of entertain them,
amidst de many posts,
which i failed to do so then.

Seriously i'm not emo-ing,
that's juz de way i am,
when i book out to enjoy,
and my friends tell me that they can't.
This weekend may be duller
but i hope it doesn't become a trend.
Or this poem will never end,
and my cpu will need another fan.

That's all folks for now,
juz look me up on msn~