A little poem...

A little poem. You know what that means.

The Actor

By Eugene Koh (Yevgeniy Mstislav Koh)

Shush, hear.
I am the sky.
You have to see.
Come closer, see.

The actor,
Sat on a seat.
Tired was he,
Acting with he.

The actor,
Memorising his lines,
Clearly ready for a chance,
To impress someone.

The actor,
Bold as can be,
Cos' the only audience,
Is just a girl you see.

You may ask,
Bold? Bold, is he?
When it is an audience,
Of only one who see?

Yes, it should be,
For indeed it is boldest,
To be acting infront of someone,
Who knows you, like bananas!

Ah yes, the show's about to start,
Wait and see,
For the story,
Is most interesting.

"Madam, seek me no more.
Our hearts have desired,
Both on its own.
Trees have afallen,
From when it was planted.
The old love has died,
The new one not aspring!
Meet me no more,
For my heart falters,
And my heart is no longer with thee."

And so together,
And together,
The tears together,
In this weather,
The man, woman and me,
Cried from an eye, another and from me.

The End

Aha, now that was interesting...

Now... a little for the Samaritians

I'd like to thank those who have stayed by my side over these past few days and perhaps the forthcoming days which I would suffer in damnation in my class. It's time that I show my non-ZorGong side, the very emotive side of me. Dammit, didn't expect this to happen. But yea, who expected? Well, as for the class of sucked and fallen devils, well, fuck off. This is private property. Say what? Internet's for everyone? True, but not for fuckers who goddamn make fun of others.

But yea, thanks to those in 2MD who stood by my side. I shall pour over you the luck (where-ever mine can come from) for streaming.

For 2 MD pupils who are fucking visiting...

SHUT THE FUCK!!! I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU GUYS!!! YOU ARE JUST HYPOCRITES REACHING FOR JUST MARKS, GRADES AND PEOPLES' ASSES!!! YOU ARE JUST A BIG BUNCH OF LIARS! WHEN I WAS OUT THERE FIGHTING FOR FAME AND GLORY I WAS BEING DEFAMED BACK HOME!!! I am not talking to you guys... I don't know you... I don't know you... I don't know you...

I JUST DON'T KNOW YOU!!!

The World Мир 这世界

I don't know... this one is going to be one emo post. Hope you guys seriously don't mind, not that you would.

Just today, 22/07/08,the Drama of History actors were chatting after our practice today. We first talked about ghosts stories, then after that we tried to go to the 4th floor of innosphere to see what Yiliang said was right (something about a ghost or weird feeling). I went there with Yiliang first, then I stepped in. It was seriously eerie, but I dared to go into the chamber. The first thought was: Oh my shit, what did I do!!! What the hell, this fucking feels like hell, get me out or something!!! But I couldn't cry that out. I was too overwhelmed by emotions to talked about anything. I ventured forward. It feels real crazy there. Craziness in silence. You can practically here the world whirling over and inside you. I started panting. I felt damn tired. Sooner or later I was gasping into a fit. Then I just came back to my senses, but still wrecked. I tried to meditate, but I couldn't calm myself properly. It was only after Yiliang off the lights was I seriously wrecked up. I was feeling sick and dizzy. That wasn't a joke at all.

I can't imagine how many people just hate or dislike me now. Like, the latest post I see was a fucking sacarstic remark about me. It is not my fault. IT IS NOT MY FUCKING FAULT THAT I WANT TO BE THIS WAY!!! I don't know why, why fucking idiots want to put me down like this. All for a little freedom of expression and people kill me. People throw their tantrums at me, people say sacarstic things to me, people tease me about everything, but I laugh it off. What else can I do? I can't find a person whom I can really trust in, not even myself. I tell myself that to meditate, things will go off quickly, but I cannot bring myself to the fact that I am still living in this second. I say, all things are ephemeral, but the reality is still hitting my face, fucking hard. I live every day being called a flirt, called a flirt, renowned a flirt. But I laugh it off. I can't make more enemies or people who just simply hate me. I cannot.

I will go insane

The BIG Audition!!!

Well, if it isn't Drama of History again. Last year with a great script, this year with a okay-okay script. But hey, the Audition was damn cool. We made the judges laugh on the edge of their seats!!! That spelled well for us. Then after that, we went for lunch. Yuki, Vicky and Jeanette went to Long John Silvers, me, Yiliang and Fishcake went to macdonalds (coz we're poor) and I think Aria and Junxiang went to Carl's Jr's. It was not much, the museum was still there, the Upper Sec did their item and we went back to school. The best thing of today is that after CHEMISTRY there was NO LESSONS. It meant that I skipped 2 TESTS!!! WHOO!!!

Damned Tired...

Today was rehearsal, rehearsal, rehearsal. Continued 7 hours of drama, with an hour's break in between. Not even I, the Drama King, can take that sort of pressure. And there is one more rehearsal tomoro. Lucky Aria's mother was exceptionally kind to give me a lift. Or else my supper is my dinner already.

I realize I officially gotten over her. See, its not in red anymore. Because waiting for her is too long and too painful. That is not what love is. But, being the flirt I am, I see myself more attracted to one girl. I will not reveal who she is, but she and I get along real well. We share music on the bus journeys to and fro the museum, and we do have a lot to speak as well. I dare not proclaim I love her, for that word will be totally wrong to describe it. But rather, I am more mutually attracted to her...

I cannot post as much as I used to. With stiff competition nowadays, it is inevitable that I turn away from my laptop as much as I can. But a quick tag may do if I have the time.

A little poem...

Some random stuff...

Zor Gong

By Eugene Koh

I am Zor Gong,
Flirt art me.
I am Zor Gong,
Un-flirt me!

I am Zor Gong,
Yes I am.
No girl is safe,
In my hands.

I am Zor Gong,
Triple S' I wear.
Singlets, Shorts,
And a touch of Slippers too.

I am Zor Gong,
Diguise myself art me.
Cleverly hid in the students,
Waiting to pounce on thee.

But aye, the mights of old,
Cannot be replaced by gold of youth,
I fail in each mission I embark,
To be welcomed back with a bruise under the eye.

I am Zor Gong,
Zor Gong I am.
Flirt art me,
Un-flirt me!

Congrats!!!

To the new couple of my great extended family, I congratulate Jean jie-jie and Vincent kor-kor, who in my terms, cousin and cousin-in-law. During the marriage ceremony I have learnt a few things:

1) That a life of a shark have been saved by the newly weds requesting for some soup other than that. Not bad, it tastes the same anyway...

2) That Gatsby has just made itself more known by the groom dancing to the video.

3) That my newly wed cousins are both Christians.

4) That my wine capacity is definitely not 6 glasses (Though I am abit dizzy)

5) That my cousin in law looks slightly shorter than Jean jie-jie

6) That 3 of my cousins have an overdue bet with me.

7) That I have a good 8++ more years to wait before its my turn.

Well, there is more but I want to post pictures of me in my cool-looking shirt. And who is up for another glass of wine?

Well, a bout of pictures should do the trick:

1) Now see me bold side!!! I gotta train more on my packs...

2) I am bending here coz I want the screen to see me full top and my belt...

3) Here is me more civilized...

4) Ok, this is the proof that I have HAIR!!!

A little update...

Ok, I know I haven't posted for a long, long time. Now it's time to sum up what's going on:

1) Ants are biting me (Ouch, as I am typing. I hate those things more than cockroaches)
2) There's the Drama Of History competition again. And I can't get full attendence all the time (Shit, have to memorize my script...)
3) More focused in class (My SA1 marks... boohoo...)
4) Trying to figure Russian Grammar (Damn, its hard you know!)
5) Seeing whether I should learn Hebrew anot. (Lol?)
6) Dunno whether I should continue sticking to Her.

I am the most concerned about the last point... Its not that I "flirt" too much, its just that, how long can you wait for someone? And for Henry Jong Jia Hua... He is just too insincere, keeps on trying to make me angry with purport teases about me and Jiahang, and he is just fucked up. Nah, that is too soft for him. Motherfucking retard? That still sounds too soft. Ah, Ass-licking, muthafuckin pimp. He is the number 1 lunatic and bastard I have ever seen.

A little update...

Whee... things are going pretty smoothly. My emo mother has just found "the way of life" and my brother stopped annoying me (temporarily). I am not distracted in class anymore and I feel just wonderful with Drama sessions back in my life. Seriously, without it I would die. Literally.

Gee, I notice there are a few uncalled for people who comes to my blog. First that I would want to say is Henry Jong Jia Hua. Henry, if you're reading this, read CAREFULLY, cause I don't want to repeat in in your face. You are extremely annoying bastard and you think that "SORRY LAH!" just solves everything. All I see from that is something to wipe your ass which will be soiled about 10 minutes later, again.

And the other one is Jia Hang. Gee, I thought we like made peace already? You know, the agreement? I do not make fun or discriminate you but it seems like you keep on rebutting my thoughts or ideas. Gee, another enemy is bad for my health. I want to stay a happy and carefree man all my life till the last breath when I say "Wtf, its over." Get my drift?

The most visited to my blog is Vicky! I really thank you for your support and I think I will try and "revive" Viktor asap. :P He can come back, I tell you. And this time it is less politics, more fluff. :D

Yea... I am still getting ideas for Viktor's story, so you have to wait a little while for the blog to be updated