Girls! Girls! Looking around I see,
I wonder which one is meant for me
Love, crush or maybe something might click,
Different kinds of girls, I'd never get sick.
You see the sporty ones jogging all around,
Good and healthy...and they're hardly round.
But you see for watching them I have found,
My ass, they'll kick into the ground.
Chic and classy and a tinge bit wild,
Their fashion senses... I like their style
But going for 'em way too fast,
Mine and their interest... Nah, it wouldn't last.
Tall and leggy will definitely attract you
Because look around man, there're only a few.
But who am I kidding, I can't get any without any tricks,
I mean look at me man, I'm only 5 foot 6.
Happy and joyful with pirate-like smile,
Brings joy to your heart and warmth for awhile.
But the smiles could just be something flirty
And in the end, the thoughts run away feeling quite dirty.
Artsy, cool and tremendously hip,
Black is trendy and coffees they sip.
Music and art and they sound sophisticated,
But too much of that makes my mind constipated.
Popular girls have all they want,
And guys like me stand speechless and stunned.
But they can be too much and a bit of a nag,
Maybe she might be the new future hag.
Finally I conclude that a girl I would fancy,
Is someone nice and always smiling at me.
Don't matter what she do or what she say...
Pfff...alas, maybe I'll meet her one day.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Bored At Home... Alone
Holidays are here! I should be full of cheer,
But everything seems the same.
The reruns aren't funny, I'm losing my money,
And nothing but me's to blame.
Can't say its fun, when I talk to no one,
And I'm sitting at home all alone.
No games to play, and I can no longer stay,
At home in my couch I call 'throne'.
Pick up a book, the cover I look,
Something interesting to read at last.
Few days gone by, I give a big sigh,
That book was finished too fast.
Look out the window, watching the rain flow,
Like tears inside your heart.
It feels so boring, on the bed I go snoring,
And when no ones looking, I give a big fart.
I stroll outside, but no one by my side,
Watching the movies, as one.
The show might be funny, character's horny,
But watching alone is no fun.
Play my guitar, pretending to be a star,
Sing Zeppelin songs all day long.
Until I found out, the songs that I shout,
The lyrics I got all wrong.
Playing the blues, kicking off my shoes,
The music it comes to me.
The magic I feel, comes so real,
The music my heart can see.
An idea pops out, my bed I jump out,
The girl I fancy might be free.
I take my chance, "this is my stance"
But damn...she has someone already.
Maybe school's my salvation, with this information,
I think of it thoroughly.
Bored all alone, waiting at home,
Maybe holidays just aren't for me.
But everything seems the same.
The reruns aren't funny, I'm losing my money,
And nothing but me's to blame.
Can't say its fun, when I talk to no one,
And I'm sitting at home all alone.
No games to play, and I can no longer stay,
At home in my couch I call 'throne'.
Pick up a book, the cover I look,
Something interesting to read at last.
Few days gone by, I give a big sigh,
That book was finished too fast.
Look out the window, watching the rain flow,
Like tears inside your heart.
It feels so boring, on the bed I go snoring,
And when no ones looking, I give a big fart.
I stroll outside, but no one by my side,
Watching the movies, as one.
The show might be funny, character's horny,
But watching alone is no fun.
Play my guitar, pretending to be a star,
Sing Zeppelin songs all day long.
Until I found out, the songs that I shout,
The lyrics I got all wrong.
Playing the blues, kicking off my shoes,
The music it comes to me.
The magic I feel, comes so real,
The music my heart can see.
An idea pops out, my bed I jump out,
The girl I fancy might be free.
I take my chance, "this is my stance"
But damn...she has someone already.
Maybe school's my salvation, with this information,
I think of it thoroughly.
Bored all alone, waiting at home,
Maybe holidays just aren't for me.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Creativity and Intelligence
I.Q. tests, Career amplitude tests, Art competitions...All are ways to feed the hungry ego and diminish intelligence and creativity. Why? Because some 'man' was gifted the power, divine by the way he treats it, to categorize and label your work or level of understanding. Don't get me wrong...tests and exams are good. It actually helps the progression of mankind. Makes people work hard and get rewarded for something which started out as 'an equal opportunity'.
But some things should be worked with instead of working against.
True, some people are talented. Maybe a prodigy, where the person honed their skills when young, or just simply born good. Most of the time 'talent' refers to an art form. Be it in music, story-telling or painting to name a few. But it is unfair to really call some better than others just because the result of something they worked on seems 'good' or 'enjoyable' to you. I mean, this goes into a person's creativity and mind set.
You shouldn't come with quick assumptions that someone is 'stupid' just because they see problems logically and aren't 'thinking out of the box'. Everyone is creative, it's just how they perceive things. Just because one dude has an outrageous and unexpected idea or design does not mean that he's better than someone who has an idea which is organized and predictable. No...far from it. It's simply how the minds work and understand situations. Different is good but different can also be unrealistic, which usually leads to dreams that float away.
If I were a teacher and I had to teach a creativity class, I would tell the less expansive or broad-minded guys to work with what they are good at. I would tell them...'Look, you might feel your ideas are lacking in areas, well just use that idea and make it better by fusing it with what your good at.' Its much better than putting them off, which makes the whole situation unproductive and unnecessary. If I got people with brilliant and wacky ideas, I wouldn't praise their thinking like they're god sent...I would ask them to do it. Proof that their idea is different and 'outstanding' and make it work. Its just being practical. If they create something outlandish and spectacular it would be awesome...and most people would just be stunned and amazed by the idea and honestly...It's still just an idea.
But before you scowl me...This leads me to another point. No idea is stupid. All ideas are clever because it takes thought to create one. If an idea is stupid...Then who created it? The person had a level of intelligence to think it up. Therefore in actual fact all ideas are clever. Some maybe unique and heard of but they are all not stupid.
Everyone is creative in an area. Everyone. Just because others see you lacking in one...You're sure to kick their ass in another. I'd like to think I'm ok in music...Again, I'd like to think, of course. But there are definitely many...many...many others who'd agree...hahaha, cheeky. What I meant to say was disagree. I certainly don't have the eye for many things, but I know I have talent in some other area. Everyone as well. And no talent is dumb. If people call it 'talent' and say its dumb...It's still talent and they are saying that cos...most likely they suck at it.
One more thing. In the topic of intelligence, don't you feel sorry for people with mental disabilities...I mean, everyone is fighting to be the best and they are often swept aside and pushed away. I mean, these guys have a mind and its sad because, most of the time its understanding the situation which puts them down. They have difficulty with their surroundings and they find it tuff to adjust to everything in a society which expects to do to that. They are confused and 'normal' people just don't get that. Imagine going to a foreign land...you'd be confused...for them its that everyday. And by the way, they are talented. They may lack in communications but they are fucking brilliant in areas like Art, Music, Mathematics...the list goes on. So don't belittle them.
Argg...Finally, its nearly done. So remember yea...If you feel inferior with something, metaphysical of course, work with what you're good at and expand it...fuse it...make it yours. And no idea is without thought.
But some things should be worked with instead of working against.
True, some people are talented. Maybe a prodigy, where the person honed their skills when young, or just simply born good. Most of the time 'talent' refers to an art form. Be it in music, story-telling or painting to name a few. But it is unfair to really call some better than others just because the result of something they worked on seems 'good' or 'enjoyable' to you. I mean, this goes into a person's creativity and mind set.
You shouldn't come with quick assumptions that someone is 'stupid' just because they see problems logically and aren't 'thinking out of the box'. Everyone is creative, it's just how they perceive things. Just because one dude has an outrageous and unexpected idea or design does not mean that he's better than someone who has an idea which is organized and predictable. No...far from it. It's simply how the minds work and understand situations. Different is good but different can also be unrealistic, which usually leads to dreams that float away.
If I were a teacher and I had to teach a creativity class, I would tell the less expansive or broad-minded guys to work with what they are good at. I would tell them...'Look, you might feel your ideas are lacking in areas, well just use that idea and make it better by fusing it with what your good at.' Its much better than putting them off, which makes the whole situation unproductive and unnecessary. If I got people with brilliant and wacky ideas, I wouldn't praise their thinking like they're god sent...I would ask them to do it. Proof that their idea is different and 'outstanding' and make it work. Its just being practical. If they create something outlandish and spectacular it would be awesome...and most people would just be stunned and amazed by the idea and honestly...It's still just an idea.
But before you scowl me...This leads me to another point. No idea is stupid. All ideas are clever because it takes thought to create one. If an idea is stupid...Then who created it? The person had a level of intelligence to think it up. Therefore in actual fact all ideas are clever. Some maybe unique and heard of but they are all not stupid.
Everyone is creative in an area. Everyone. Just because others see you lacking in one...You're sure to kick their ass in another. I'd like to think I'm ok in music...Again, I'd like to think, of course. But there are definitely many...many...many others who'd agree...hahaha, cheeky. What I meant to say was disagree. I certainly don't have the eye for many things, but I know I have talent in some other area. Everyone as well. And no talent is dumb. If people call it 'talent' and say its dumb...It's still talent and they are saying that cos...most likely they suck at it.
One more thing. In the topic of intelligence, don't you feel sorry for people with mental disabilities...I mean, everyone is fighting to be the best and they are often swept aside and pushed away. I mean, these guys have a mind and its sad because, most of the time its understanding the situation which puts them down. They have difficulty with their surroundings and they find it tuff to adjust to everything in a society which expects to do to that. They are confused and 'normal' people just don't get that. Imagine going to a foreign land...you'd be confused...for them its that everyday. And by the way, they are talented. They may lack in communications but they are fucking brilliant in areas like Art, Music, Mathematics...the list goes on. So don't belittle them.
Argg...Finally, its nearly done. So remember yea...If you feel inferior with something, metaphysical of course, work with what you're good at and expand it...fuse it...make it yours. And no idea is without thought.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Analysing Stuff (When I'm Bored) and Weird Stuff That Happens
You know, sometimes when you're bummed out and feeling like you're spacing out...you see weird stuffs or things that you haven't really noticed. Stuff around you, people and more importantly yourself.
I'm often jabbering about some nonsense, and usually I do think things through but it comes out as jibber jabber. So, I sound like a passionate drunk at times, trying to convey a useless point to my friends who simply nod and smile. But this time, its different...Oh yes. Why? Well, the main reason is cos, I'm typing it out rather than saying it...So get prepared to get blown out of your minds with my astute observational skills...Rather eccentric, but that's me.
You know loads of people, by that I mean me and two or three of my friends, sit around observing people on the street or where-ever and notice: Why is it that in a couple, the dude is either good-looking and the girl isn't or the chick is hot and the guy looks naff...no offence. This enigma has caused my friends and I to wonder and wonder...till we wasted enough time thinking of something not that productive. Alas, I think I may have found it...eventho, I'm pretty sure someone has done so before me. Anywho...It's cos we're just comparing. The dude might outshine the lass, well cos he is just better looking...It's not because she's ugly...No, no. Other way around as well. She's just more attractive than him. He's not that ug...no wait...Hmm...maybe he is...But you get my point. Of course all this reflects on a person's physical aspect as opposed to character.
Wires. Those lines which connect electrical items, points, whatever. But how come they hate me? I'm not neat and tidy, I can admit that...But why the hell do they always tangle up whenever I keep 'em. What's worse is the fact that it takes me hours trying to untangle 'em. Have you ever been in a situation like me before: See an attractive girl, sit not so far from her and pretend to be cool. Only to be foiled by the fact that your wires are tangled up. Therefore it will take forever just trying to set 'em right. I mean...Geez, I look like a moron. 'Hey, you...how you doing? Yea...just untangling my wires...Yea...' No, that does not sound sexy or cool.
Another weird stuff that keeps happening is the fact that I'm a weird magnet. It's cool, cos there's always something surprising and excellently-out-of-the-blue. Ya, I made that word up. Anyway, I get weird people adding me on MSN. And they ask me even weirder stuff...If you wanna know, drop me a line or if you already know me you can ask. I don't want to soil this already dirty blog any further.
Finally the analysis of myself. This is rather self-indulging...but I've got the keyboard...But you do too...You know what I mean. For too long a word has crept up to describe me: Pessimistic. Parents and teachers have strung that word on me whenever I plan something, friends rain me examples of my pessimistic ways. It was alright until a couple of my closer friends told me that and what's worse was that girls said I was that as well. GASP! And quite a number...Yikes! But its not so much that I choose to be that way...eventhough I do see myself as such. It's more of a restraint to further myself...I always feel let down by my own misjudgment. I could do soo much more but heck...That'll teach me to procrastinate. Don't be like me...Just go for it eventhough its shit. I've changed and become more open...Not so much open, but loud and attention-seeking. I love attention but I'm always with a conflict within myself to be at peace. Irony. I rarely go out and I love to be alone. But when I do go out, I look silly and stuff. An example of my weird life is that my girl-friend is my Les Paul...She might not be pretty, no really...She got scars and is kinda dirty...but she's mine. By the way, her name is Patty...After George and Eric's ex-wife...Nevermind.
Wow...Today's read is a lot. I doubt many people have made the end... But If you did...Wow...You must be bored. Thanks anyway...Much appreciate y'all reading and to those 2 or 3 who read or follow my blog...Means alot, never said it, but thanks. Alot more rambling about my short comings and bad points in the future...What a way to advertise my blog...So stay tuned and alive to read more...Cheers!
I'm often jabbering about some nonsense, and usually I do think things through but it comes out as jibber jabber. So, I sound like a passionate drunk at times, trying to convey a useless point to my friends who simply nod and smile. But this time, its different...Oh yes. Why? Well, the main reason is cos, I'm typing it out rather than saying it...So get prepared to get blown out of your minds with my astute observational skills...Rather eccentric, but that's me.
You know loads of people, by that I mean me and two or three of my friends, sit around observing people on the street or where-ever and notice: Why is it that in a couple, the dude is either good-looking and the girl isn't or the chick is hot and the guy looks naff...no offence. This enigma has caused my friends and I to wonder and wonder...till we wasted enough time thinking of something not that productive. Alas, I think I may have found it...eventho, I'm pretty sure someone has done so before me. Anywho...It's cos we're just comparing. The dude might outshine the lass, well cos he is just better looking...It's not because she's ugly...No, no. Other way around as well. She's just more attractive than him. He's not that ug...no wait...Hmm...maybe he is...But you get my point. Of course all this reflects on a person's physical aspect as opposed to character.
Wires. Those lines which connect electrical items, points, whatever. But how come they hate me? I'm not neat and tidy, I can admit that...But why the hell do they always tangle up whenever I keep 'em. What's worse is the fact that it takes me hours trying to untangle 'em. Have you ever been in a situation like me before: See an attractive girl, sit not so far from her and pretend to be cool. Only to be foiled by the fact that your wires are tangled up. Therefore it will take forever just trying to set 'em right. I mean...Geez, I look like a moron. 'Hey, you...how you doing? Yea...just untangling my wires...Yea...' No, that does not sound sexy or cool.
Another weird stuff that keeps happening is the fact that I'm a weird magnet. It's cool, cos there's always something surprising and excellently-out-of-the-blue. Ya, I made that word up. Anyway, I get weird people adding me on MSN. And they ask me even weirder stuff...If you wanna know, drop me a line or if you already know me you can ask. I don't want to soil this already dirty blog any further.
Finally the analysis of myself. This is rather self-indulging...but I've got the keyboard...But you do too...You know what I mean. For too long a word has crept up to describe me: Pessimistic. Parents and teachers have strung that word on me whenever I plan something, friends rain me examples of my pessimistic ways. It was alright until a couple of my closer friends told me that and what's worse was that girls said I was that as well. GASP! And quite a number...Yikes! But its not so much that I choose to be that way...eventhough I do see myself as such. It's more of a restraint to further myself...I always feel let down by my own misjudgment. I could do soo much more but heck...That'll teach me to procrastinate. Don't be like me...Just go for it eventhough its shit. I've changed and become more open...Not so much open, but loud and attention-seeking. I love attention but I'm always with a conflict within myself to be at peace. Irony. I rarely go out and I love to be alone. But when I do go out, I look silly and stuff. An example of my weird life is that my girl-friend is my Les Paul...She might not be pretty, no really...She got scars and is kinda dirty...but she's mine. By the way, her name is Patty...After George and Eric's ex-wife...Nevermind.
Wow...Today's read is a lot. I doubt many people have made the end... But If you did...Wow...You must be bored. Thanks anyway...Much appreciate y'all reading and to those 2 or 3 who read or follow my blog...Means alot, never said it, but thanks. Alot more rambling about my short comings and bad points in the future...What a way to advertise my blog...So stay tuned and alive to read more...Cheers!
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Episode One: Ride To School
Wake up in the morning and go to school
Wiping your mouth with all that drool
Dragging your feet, you feel like a bum
Man, I shouldn't have taken all that rum
Sit at the table, stare at the wall
Your parents are worried, your teacher might call
Run off the exit and catching the bus
Hoping to miss the late morning rush
Tired and hanging onto the bars
Voom! pass the window, look at them cars
The dude next to you smell like a hog
But your minds gone, worked like a dog
You notice a sign, its an empty seat
But you give it up to the old sweet petite
Man, traffic is slow and your mind goes off
The driver ain't helping, you wanna tell em to bug off
Feeling wasted you get off your stop
All the kids in style and one has a mop-top
The chick you see at the side of your eye
Dude she looks hot, and man that ain't no lie
All the guys watching and hoping to impress
You laugh deep inside, they all should second-guess
A shout from a far, all heads turn around
"Damn its her boy-friend," you say looking at the ground
Here comes the next bus, forward to school
Damn its all packed, pfff...what can you do?
You squeeze your way through to the back of the coach
What the shit was that? Was that a roach?
After a few stops you take a seat
Beside you a girl with a bright coloured pleat
You take your chance you check her out
"Man, she looks nice!" as you tongue rolls out
She notices you staring and you quickly look away
Feeling so awkward, "WHY, why? Today?"
Everything starts off wrong you feel like a fool
"Great, she saw me. Now she thinks I'm a tool"
To get your mind off, you plug in your ear-piece
Maybe the songs are a sense of release
You peep through the window, everyone in a rush
And you wonder to yourself, "Life? Man, what's the fuss?"
Ahh! Finally, you reach your damn stop
You think to yourself, "Come on let's go! Chop-chop!"
Running to class, things can only be great...
A voice from behind says, "Khalis, your late"
Wiping your mouth with all that drool
Dragging your feet, you feel like a bum
Man, I shouldn't have taken all that rum
Sit at the table, stare at the wall
Your parents are worried, your teacher might call
Run off the exit and catching the bus
Hoping to miss the late morning rush
Tired and hanging onto the bars
Voom! pass the window, look at them cars
The dude next to you smell like a hog
But your minds gone, worked like a dog
You notice a sign, its an empty seat
But you give it up to the old sweet petite
Man, traffic is slow and your mind goes off
The driver ain't helping, you wanna tell em to bug off
Feeling wasted you get off your stop
All the kids in style and one has a mop-top
The chick you see at the side of your eye
Dude she looks hot, and man that ain't no lie
All the guys watching and hoping to impress
You laugh deep inside, they all should second-guess
A shout from a far, all heads turn around
"Damn its her boy-friend," you say looking at the ground
Here comes the next bus, forward to school
Damn its all packed, pfff...what can you do?
You squeeze your way through to the back of the coach
What the shit was that? Was that a roach?
After a few stops you take a seat
Beside you a girl with a bright coloured pleat
You take your chance you check her out
"Man, she looks nice!" as you tongue rolls out
She notices you staring and you quickly look away
Feeling so awkward, "WHY, why? Today?"
Everything starts off wrong you feel like a fool
"Great, she saw me. Now she thinks I'm a tool"
To get your mind off, you plug in your ear-piece
Maybe the songs are a sense of release
You peep through the window, everyone in a rush
And you wonder to yourself, "Life? Man, what's the fuss?"
Ahh! Finally, you reach your damn stop
You think to yourself, "Come on let's go! Chop-chop!"
Running to class, things can only be great...
A voice from behind says, "Khalis, your late"
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Cool? Hmm....
Being human beings...or at least I think you are, we all have our own personal traits and behave as such and such during different situations. Now, time and again people have labeled other with their reactions and personalities. So commonly, some guys are cool and some gals are hot. Fair enough, we all have different views on people. But what is the criteria for being 'cool'?
Before I start, 'cool' can be used to describe personality and appearance. I dunno I make up the rules, I just do what every annoying person does: question it.
Anywho...Cool. What defines a person as cool? Is it a leather jacket dude with a fag between his lips, leaning against a wall. Looking at people through his dark shades, constantly combing his greasy hair with his fingers? Or maybe a flamboyantly dressed female with either a brightly coloured vest or a dark clothes to look very chic and cool? Well, cool has been associated with style and I'm giving some very bad examples...sorry, I'm not really very now and hip.
But, I feel 'cool' should be something more than what you wear. It's who you are. Basically, you're either cool or an asshole to me. Simple. Even people labeled as 'Geeks', 'Nerds' or whatever are cool. Assholes, however, go about doing crazy shit to people and inevitably slow mankind's progress. Being nice and considerate is cool. Being a 'nice guy' is cool. You don't have to be the fittest jock...who I KNOW are assholes...a number of 'em are, to be 'cool'. I mean, I play guitar in a band...don't make me cool. Far from it. Being cool is how you handle your life and people around you. It's character and attitude. It's not what you wear or what you have achieved.
I mean little stuffs make you cool: giving up a seat on a public transport, being polite to others, being a gentlemen, (for girls) giving me your number and letting me go out with you...You know, there are many things. So just bear in mind, who gives a shit what people say, hold your chin up high, do the good thing and help others...that is cool. Even when people are being major dicks to you, screw them and carry on with your life...that's cool.
With that being said...I don't think, but I KNOW I'm super awesome and cool...yea...I sound like an asshole now...Damn.
Before I start, 'cool' can be used to describe personality and appearance. I dunno I make up the rules, I just do what every annoying person does: question it.
Anywho...Cool. What defines a person as cool? Is it a leather jacket dude with a fag between his lips, leaning against a wall. Looking at people through his dark shades, constantly combing his greasy hair with his fingers? Or maybe a flamboyantly dressed female with either a brightly coloured vest or a dark clothes to look very chic and cool? Well, cool has been associated with style and I'm giving some very bad examples...sorry, I'm not really very now and hip.
But, I feel 'cool' should be something more than what you wear. It's who you are. Basically, you're either cool or an asshole to me. Simple. Even people labeled as 'Geeks', 'Nerds' or whatever are cool. Assholes, however, go about doing crazy shit to people and inevitably slow mankind's progress. Being nice and considerate is cool. Being a 'nice guy' is cool. You don't have to be the fittest jock...who I KNOW are assholes...a number of 'em are, to be 'cool'. I mean, I play guitar in a band...don't make me cool. Far from it. Being cool is how you handle your life and people around you. It's character and attitude. It's not what you wear or what you have achieved.
I mean little stuffs make you cool: giving up a seat on a public transport, being polite to others, being a gentlemen, (for girls) giving me your number and letting me go out with you...You know, there are many things. So just bear in mind, who gives a shit what people say, hold your chin up high, do the good thing and help others...that is cool. Even when people are being major dicks to you, screw them and carry on with your life...that's cool.
With that being said...I don't think, but I KNOW I'm super awesome and cool...yea...I sound like an asshole now...Damn.
Monday, July 7, 2008
My First Poem
Today's blog will be insane
Do not worry, I'm still the same
For reading this you will uncover
A rhyming pattern you will discover
For you see I am quite bored
O help me now, my sweet lord
Bring me joy, bring me fun
Or at least bring forth to me someone
For that matter, I do now add
For somethings in life that are quite sad
The one you like you often hide
Watching them from your side
But now you see she might have another
By this of course, I meant: a lover
But I do not cry, I do not quiver
Alas, you see she might have a sister
But for some its more than pain
Their tears now fall just like rain
For when the time they might find out
Love's time for them is running out
Blah blah ble ble blu blu ba
Be Boo Ba be de de ta da
I couldn't think of something that rhymed
So I wrote that to stall some time
As guys, we often sit and share
Our thoughts on girls we do compare
Alas all those names we calls
Talk to her? Hah! We have no balls
Understanding what you see?
Brother it ain't easy just trust me
For girls emotions run like tides
You can't read her lyin' eyes
Often we do contemplate
Hours on end we predict our fate
But time seems short and not so long
Take a match bra and smoke a bong
But for now, time is short and I hear my friends shout
For their patience with me is running out
So bye bye my friends all this talk feels like years
Catch you later, its Khalis...Cheers
Do not worry, I'm still the same
For reading this you will uncover
A rhyming pattern you will discover
For you see I am quite bored
O help me now, my sweet lord
Bring me joy, bring me fun
Or at least bring forth to me someone
For that matter, I do now add
For somethings in life that are quite sad
The one you like you often hide
Watching them from your side
But now you see she might have another
By this of course, I meant: a lover
But I do not cry, I do not quiver
Alas, you see she might have a sister
But for some its more than pain
Their tears now fall just like rain
For when the time they might find out
Love's time for them is running out
Blah blah ble ble blu blu ba
Be Boo Ba be de de ta da
I couldn't think of something that rhymed
So I wrote that to stall some time
As guys, we often sit and share
Our thoughts on girls we do compare
Alas all those names we calls
Talk to her? Hah! We have no balls
Understanding what you see?
Brother it ain't easy just trust me
For girls emotions run like tides
You can't read her lyin' eyes
Often we do contemplate
Hours on end we predict our fate
But time seems short and not so long
Take a match bra and smoke a bong
But for now, time is short and I hear my friends shout
For their patience with me is running out
So bye bye my friends all this talk feels like years
Catch you later, its Khalis...Cheers
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