fish-gitive (fugitive)

(Sing along to Robbie William's "Better Man")
For Rae!

Send someone to save me
Oh, from this bowl of death!
When I do the math,
It doesn't add...

Look at all these corpses...
Fishes and roaches
And see those feelers?
Belonged to Bob.

Though I try to esacpe this bowl,
Raemarie won't let us go.
Lord, I'm doing all I can
To be a Fish-gitive.

Won't you look at us fishes?
How we're scared to stay!
Even Brandon says,
"Why are we here?"

Get Nagase's number!
To tell him quick,
That Rae is sick...
A Necrophile!

Quiet down, she's coming near,
With scissors, heading here.
Lord, I'm doing all I can
To be a Fish-gitive.

Everytime I thought that I had freedom found,
Then Rae came around.
Yes, she came around.

Suddenly I found myself on surgeon's ground,
No more "safe and sound"...

Oh my days are numbered!
Anyone can tell,
I'm in living hell
Within this bowl.

Don't you think it's better
Swallowed by a cat?
Did I mention that
That leg was Bob's?

All I ask is a quick death,
Before I go mad, like MacBeth.
Lord I give up trying hard
To be a Fish-gitive.

- Henry Rogers

... of sadness

There are 5 basic emotions in life. What emotion gripped the man as he sank into the gloom?
Was it Guilt?
Hate?
Shame?
Revenge?
Or Love?

(A modified small theory from Dr. Curtis McCabe in "Vanilla Sky".)

my dear candlelight

Heavy numbness fills my trembling hand
As I write my will, towards the final end.
'Tis fire fades slow in the dark.
My voice shall not echo, nor leave a mark.

My light is weary in your trembling light,
Oh, my faithful red wax candlelight!
For when I go please, oh please live for me,
Not soon St Peter's glamour you shall see,
But through love and pain we have as gifts
From our maker, we may never see.
Hard as it could, you shall soon forget me,
For I'm no more than a parasite to thee.
Parasite, I say, truthful and painful,
This life I've led wasteful as a fool.
I have given not warmth to you these days;
Just taken warmth as you melted away.
I have given not light to you at all;
Just taken light I had seen fit for.

Now, as I put out your burning misery,
For when I go please, oh please live for me.
Finally numbness escapes this writing hand,
Darkness shrouds. Thin smoke shines. The End.

- Henry Rogers

thoughts

thoughts are random & uncontrollable

its scary
esp when u dun wanna tink about sthing
but they relentlessly kept appearing

its tiring
esp when you are busy with studying
but they add on and kept e brain working

its unavoidable
esp when you are having tat rare teensy bit of rest
but they jus came nonetheless

its irritating
esp when u tried to shake it away
but they seems to linger and stay

- "Rina" Shuying

sadness and happiness

If sunset brings darkness,
I shall look forward to sunrise then.

- "Rina" Shuying

evil is a point of view

The pain is terrible for you.
You feel it like no other seafood
Because you are a stringray.

You don't want it to go on...?
Then do what is in your nature to do!
And you would feel as you felt with that goldfish in your arms...

Evil is a point of view.
God dissects indiscriminately, and so will you.
For no seafood under God are as you are;
None so like Him, as yourself.

- Le'Stat the VampiRea, "Interview with a Dissector"

i'm not a girl

(Sing along to Britney Spears' "I'm Not a Girl")
For JSS Exco & JMC!

I used to think
I have the answers to everything.
But ever since
I started to join in
JMC...

Feels like I'm caught in the middle.
Sometimes I have to cry:

"I'm not a girl...
Neither an Ah Soh!
All I need is time
To find the side that's mine,
While I'm in between..."

I'm not a girl!
And no, I do not wear purple bras.
And if you say
That I'm female because I like cute things... well...

Then more than ever now, I should say,
That Nic has to be more gay.

"I'm not a girl...
Neither an Ah Soh!
All I need is time
To find the side that's mine,
While I'm in between..."

I'm not a girl!
For if you look at me closely,
You will see my underwear,
In dark, it's luminous... purple.

I'm not a girl...
(The logo has nothing to do with sailormoon!)
Neither an Ah Sou!
(I was volunteered into sisterhood, no...!)
I am sure this time,
(No, no need some more time)
I KNOW which side is mine!
(I'm just fine)
Oh, why can't you see...

Never a girl!
Neither an Ah Sou!
Really, sure this time, (No, no need some more time)
100 P straight guy! (I'm REAL fine)
You must believe me!

Never a girl...

Neither an Ah Soh...

- Henry Rogers

up where we belong

Love lifts us up where we belong!
Where the eagles fry,
And the mountains cry!

- "Ah Soh" Sheryl, and her rendition of "Up Where We Belong"

spell of silence

Invisible, surely, slowly,
The rough vines graps the neck tightly.
I struggle for the stale cold air,
But the burning strings begin its tears.
Darkness claspes my sickly heart,
Recalls 'here and thens', scars and marks.
Turn around for gasps of light,
The red glow but retreats to fright.

"Lower your head" she slowly whisps,
But not a drop of esuna's mix.
She walks away, further, farther,
Adding to hate my hurting hurl.

Reaching, reaching, I try my ways,
Weakness claims to this body's way.
Calling, calling, I try to call,
Silent rains had my voice to fall.
Blurry sight by the blurry eyes,
The world shrinks you to ignored size.
I vomit blood and sanity,
That's where sweet sleep shall now take me.

- Henry Rogers

lies

I lied.
I hate myself.

- Henry Rogers

... of moments

BBQ on Saturday was fun and rewarding. It made me realise once more something I've experienced time and again, but never put into words.

It isn't about how much work we put in.
It isn't about how much we actually got to eat at the BBQ.

The moment calmness flows over you, you feel as though you are a camera panning on the whole scene. People talking in joy, engaging in conversations without a care of their tribulations outside the house. Satisfaction of a good meal. Smiles of a wonderful night. All fatigue fades. Not a drop of sweat meaningless.

Can you not help but let a sigh of relief that everything has gone well?
Can you not help but feel happy that your friends are happy?

What moments do we live for? That we should feel a sense of happiness, and that it'll remain to make our lives of something? I have found one such moment.

I don't need to sing at karaokes! Watching you people sing makes me happy!
I don't like soccer, but that doesn't mean spending time watching with the company of you guys is bad!

Just don't blame me for being too engrossed to take photos of these moments. :p

rated pg -- chickens

[RATED PG - PURE GARBAGE]

A wierd interview over MSN with Manish the Duck, and his study on his eternal rival, Vincent the Chicken.

Roger: So what do you think you can provide to my blog?

Manish: Ah... the theory of Chickeninity... law of Chickenomatics... and of course the sacred religion, Chickenism. *cluOOOMMMM* *cluOOOMMM* *cluOOOMMM* (meditates)

R: What in the world?!

M: im trin' to reach Chick-irvana *cluOOOMMM*

R: So how do you actually attain Chick-irvana?

M: Early Chickenism scholars claim that countin ur chicken feathers will get u ter... ..but the modern chicken scholar(vincent) claims tat u actually have to peck urself 367 times and keep sayin' *cluOOOMMM*

R: Who is this Chicken scholar?

M: someguy... conchicuos i tink..

R: Then you leh? You know so much?

M: im a history expert. i specialise in tis kind of... um.. exotic religions.

R: And you actually practice it?!

M: of corse NOT!! i practise ruletheworldism. it mainly focuses on the art of eatin' the chicken in the proper way..

R: Eatin chicken = rule the world?

M: hey... its the 1st step ok? even the karate kid had to wash walls 1st..

R: So you still at first step lah?

M: 2nd actually. 1st was it kill the chicken the proper way. kill it by beatin it up. MERCILESSLY!!!! BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

(The interview ended by the duck trying to steal my MSN password. WTH?!)

... of poems

!! SPOILERS AHEAD FOR THOSE WHO HAVE NOT WATCHED "DEAD POET'S SOCIETY"

"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless -- of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here -- that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.

That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?"

- John Keating (played by Robin Williams in "Dead Poet's Society")

For those who actually finished the whole thing, I applaud you on Keating's behalf. Indeed, what will your verse be when the time comes...

And no! I did not begin writing poem because it's cute! It's the fundamentals of what I find fun in songs - the rhyme. We all write because we feel passionate about something, be it the big stuff like questions of our human lives, to the small stuff like making sushi. I did mine through poems that 'sound nice'. Simple and clean.

And no leh, somehow it doesn't help pick up girls. :/ You're WRONG, O captain, my captain.

Back to the issue, for I believe that poems are a great way to express ourselves. It doesn't need to be as great Shakey's "Romeo and Juliet". The poems we write are no less real than 'masterpieces'. We are THE masterpieces. Even the simplest of lines, and I strongly believe, makes the world and the people real. Remember the bohemain spirit of truth, beauty, and above all things, love.

So I pity myself for believing I wasn't good enough for literature. "You're not good enough." my teachers would say. Bah! Now I'm free, and more free with expression. Literature is meaningless. We, the human race, do.

diamond bright

Hastily named, the child of creed.
In waking world, we're truly maimed;
Sleeping dreams where men are free.
Crimson butterflies shall come to claim.

Juxtapose sweet surreality
Before these claws cut our candlelight.
What romance! Of love! Of dreams!
We, indeed, the diamond bright.

- Henry Rogers

"eloise to abelard"

How happy is the
Blameless vestal's lot!

The world forgetting,
By the world forgot.

Eternal sunshine of the
Spotless mind!

Each pray'r accepted, each
Wish resign'd.

- "Eloise and Abelard", Alexander Pope

Full poem here

okane-kami man

(Sing along to "Oogie Boogie's Song" from 'The Nightmare Before Christmas')
For JSS Exco!

[Mysterious Voice]
Well well well,
What have we here?
Bank Accounts, huh?
Oo! I'm realy scared!
So you're the money everyone's talking about.
Hahaha...

You're joking, you're joking,
I can't believe my eyes!
This isn't what I was told,
This can't be the right pie!
He's little, (but enough),
But that's explainable -
The ex-exco must have taken
For dinners they have burnt.

When Mr Okane-kami says
There's trouble close at hand,
You better pay attention now,
Cause I'm the Money Man.
And if you aren't shaking,
Then's something very wrong,
Cause I'm roleplaying a creature
Called Embezzel-mon.

Wo-oh... Wo-oh...
Ohh... Ohh...
I'm Okane-kami Man!

Well if I'm feeling itchy,
And there're many here tonight,
I might just start collecting notes,
Without telling you why.
And don't you know the one thing,
As heinous as it sounds,
At times there's a great increase
In my own accounts.

Wo-oh... Wo-oh...
Ohh... Ohh...
Yeah... I'm Okane-kami Man!

[ACCOUNT BOOK]
Release me now
Or you must face the dire consequences.
The excos are expecting me,
So please! Come, to your senses!

[OKANE-KAMI]
Hah! You're joking, You're joking!
I can't believe my ears!
I'm never gonna give you up,
You'll feed me full for years!
It's evil, I'm know that,
But I do not care that much.
And now with your permission,
I'm going to do my stuff.

[ACCOUNT BOOK]
Well, what are you going to do?

[OKANE-KAMI]
Transferring as much as I can.

(jazz interlude)

[OKANE-KAMI]
Ooooh....
The beeps of bank transfers
To me is music in the air!
I'll drain you out, till you're dry!
I'll leave you really bare!
What excitement, I must confess,
When money's in my bank.
And look at all the excos' eyes,
How they really sank.

[ACCOUNT BOOK]
Release me fast or Rae will come to
Dissect you into Sushi slice!

[OKANE-KAMI]
Oh brother, you're something,
You put me in a spin!
And Rae has only
A goldfish to begin.
It's hopeless. You're empty.
You'll never get it back.
Cause I'm Mr Okane-kami,
And you ain't going nowhere.

- Henry Rogers

jmc!

(Sing along to Bon Jovi's 'It's My Life')
For JSS Exco/JMC!

This ain't a song for the K-pop lovers.
No silent bray for the K-box croakers.
I ain't staying quiet when we're in the crowd,
Gripping tight the mic when the music comes up.

J-M-C!
It's now or never!
Excos do not live forever.
I just wanna sing while I'm alive.
J-M-C!
My head is doing poem fillers,
Raemarie's a goldfish killer.
I just wanna sing while I'm alive.
J-M-C!

This is for the ones who stood their ground.
For nicknames and jokes, we never backed down.
Tomorrow's getting harder make no mistake.
You'll be getting more nicks, you'll never have a break.

J-M-C!
Please let her change name lah!
Tell me why it's Rogerina?!
I just wanna sing while I'm alive.
J-M-C!
Even though I think it's quite wrong,
It's better than being "Bandung".
I just wanna sing while I'm alive.
Uso ja nai...

Better stand tall when Ryu's calling us out,
"Hail Hilter!" or gossips get around...

J-M-C!
His nicknames I don't care,
Why does Steve wear pink underwears?!
I dun wanna see while I'm alive...
Ai-yai-yai...
And even though I don't have girlfriends,
Nic says I can borrow just ten.
Man, it's good to live while he's alive!

J-M-C!
You girls stay away!
Or my laptop will be in two plates...
If it does, you won't be alive.
Can't you see?
I'll never get bored in JMC,
Singing high and going off-key,
I just wanna sing while I'm alive.

J-M-C!


- Henry Rogers

in the end it'll be rogerina

(Sing slong to 'Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Words')
For Shuying!

What I got to do to say I'm sorry...
What I got to do to take it back...
If I didn't had so many nicknames,
Then being "Roger" won't be that bad.

Wouldn't matter if we were at Mac,
Or even eating at the sushi bar.
Eventually they'd still give you nicknames.
In the end it'll be Rogerina.

It's sad... so sad!
It's a sad, sad situation.
And it's getting more and more absurd.
It's sad... SO SAD!
Why can't we talk it over,
Oh it seems to me,
That petitions to change doesn't work.

We came up with a lot of other nicknames,
But in the end they still went with that.
Even though there were those that were cool,
This just proves the rest were just crap.

It's sad... so sad!
It's a sad, sad situation.
And I get more and more berserk.
It's sad... SO SAD!
Why can't we start it over,
But it seems to me,
That other nicks could be a lot worse.

Wouldn't matter if you are against it,
Or even if I make a fuss of it.
Eventually they'd still give you nicknames.
Eventually it'll be...
Eventually it'll be...
In the end it'll be Rogerina.

- Henry Rogers