Screw It, Badminton's A SinTennis is for the win.
I must tell my next of kin.
My friends love badminton more,
So, frustrated, I roar,
Screw it, badminton's a sin!
DadThere's a guy named Dad;
Because his real name's bad.
He likes to spazz
When listening to jazz.
And that, my friends, is sad.
Of Bees and FlowersThey say I don't want a boyfriend; that I might be homosexual.
They're idiots, great gossips that need to find some friends.
What they don't know that I've liked plenty of boys before -- but, I've a heart to mend. Who is to say I don't like anyone? -- that it's not just denial?
I have liked many before...but I have bad taste. The world is a stupid place to live, but what can you do? The world is stupid and tainted with broken love; and every single man, down to the last rotten core, is an idiot who thinks it's all a joke.
Women are not their sex toys, but they think different -- think that we're not real, that we are the flowers and they the bees; once they finish fertilizing, they can leave the flower behind, abandoned and defiled. Women are not their sex toys, but do they listen?
Before the "fairer sex" was honored, before there was no divorce, and couples were always loyal and faithful. Where did all that go? -- today, we are equals of men, but now beliefs are gone -- today, we are
Daddy Love may turn to betrayal...
Betrayal may turn to hurt...
Hurt may turn to hate...
Then you hate, and hate, and hate until there's nothing but bitterness...
Where he went.
Daddy, my daddy, my daddy who was funny, who was always nice to memy daddy.
I remember, my daddy, playing with me, holding me...he went to California a lot, but he always came home. I love my daddy.
He was good at fixing things.
But then he leftI don't know whybut he left...left, for California, and he never came backnever, ever, ever. I lived with only my mommy; she said that Daddy had left because they had divorced; that he had left, because he separated from Mommy, that they were no longer together. She said he was very lazy, but I can't believe that...he fixed things. He wasn't lazy, I said. He fixed things, and he was very good at it.
No, she said. He's very lazy. Whenever we worked, he just sat on a chair while I lifted boxes
Golden ball bouncing,
Stances made for pouncing;
Racket contacts ball;
Willpower never small.
Volley, smash, lob,
Serve, shot, a hard job.
Geraldo, No Last NameGeraldo, Geraldo, Geraldo Blank--
He unwillingly left for Canaan's banks
He was alone, he departed in pain,
But he saw her again.
She watched him die, a total stranger;
He had left to save his family from danger.
Danger of failing in life, that's all he let known,
But there were holes in his story to be sewn.
He never told, he never could;
So he died, unknown as the dense woods.
Geraldo, Geraldo, No Last Name;
Death has made its unfair claim.
Too MuchI've decided, some time agothat there was, and still is, too much sadness in this world.
It is never going to end, is it?and endless stream of happenings that may shock the world. A lot of it is our fault tooteenagers go through anguish that drives them to suicide; there is too much war, like the one in Iraq; there is too much conflict and misunderstanding, like the tension between Tibet and China; there is too much discord of nature, from the hurricane Katrina to the Sichuan earthquake. Things like that happen too often. You see homophobia, and the people who are brave enough to admit to their sexuality being shunned just because a religious book said that love cannot be in the same gender. Too many people getting together, then leaving each otherdivorces, that hurt the children. Friendships stopping because someone has changed. People dying, here and there; people suffering, everywhere.
The world is sad, and I am but one personno matter how much I want t
CrushThe twelfth of the fifth.
That was when the world ended. The day when the hounds of hell broke loose and set rage upon my own home.
I wonder why it happened.
I wonder why Mother disappeared.
I wonder why Father can't be found.
I wonder why my grandmother, who survived, is holding me and crying, her legs broken.
I wonder why my limbs are paralyzed, why I am sitting among blood that has my own among it.
I wonder why we are being loaded onto stretchers right now, why I seeam I dreaming?Japanese people, our rivals the Japanese, in the distance.
I wonder why I hear so much crying, and why I had seen my brother being crushed for what seemed to be long ago.
I wonder why my family, my home are gone.
I wonder why my home was target for this hellish nightmare.
At least, I wish it was a nightmare, but it all...it's too real.
Grandma, who is crying, is real. They're searching for my uncle, but I'm sure I saw him as he disappeared under some debris.
I think that's the babyI t
Your Last DayJet twisted the ring around his finger impatiently as his best friend Chuck embraced Anna, a girl in class 823.
A sort of warm, fuzzy feeling spread over his senses as he again reminded himself that he would never see Anna again. She was moving, but she hadn't clarified as to where. However, that was the least of his problems.
Again, he was horribly reminded of the fact that drove into his skull, insisting for him to accept it. He had accepted it, but there was something that told him that he couldn't, and hadn't really done so. He couldn't quite make it outbut he pushed it out of his mind hastily when he noticed Anna walking up to him.
He could hardly react when she hugged him, throwing her arms around him and smiling, nearing laughter. Bye, Jet! she said, and squeezed him.
Jet flushed but didn't retaliate. Bye! His smile looked strained, but he felt like someone had just fed him bloodhe was truly happy that they were together and graduating, but pa