Rough Rhymes

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Today's special cum is gonna be spilled all over ladies bum. This post is dedicated to ladies who go around bitchin' about how guys are big time bastards. I'm not gonna say what you said is wrong. I'ma start rhyming my own song. But you're gonna see who's exactly at wrong. I wanna shelter you from harm. Don't be alarmed. Your attitude was the cause. Deserves no applause. Been noticing ladies who are against men and all. Understan that sometimes in life we rise and fall. Had this close friend of mine telling me how all guys are broken. You've said your part. You've spoken. I'll speak my heart. Here's my token. Watch me kill tonight. Time to roar on your zealous obsessions. Soon as I open up the door with your jealous questions.

I have this friend. A close friend who meets this guy. Days later, ends up in a sigh. Now tell me, are you dumb or is he a scum? Coz firstly, you rush into a relationship which starts flying off like an airship. Now you're left alone sitting here starting to worship on your bad slip. You made the choice of being his girlfriend. YOU made the call. You face your fall. You made a choice that was wrong. Dun start pulling all the guys along. Your brains crashed by trains? And I dunno how come this tom's dick is hairy and still a lil' sorry can account for all men out there. That's a lil' scary. Coz what one guy did to you can make you think all men out there are bastards? Fuck your muthafuckin' judgements. Analyse your mistaken measurements. And if you're gonna tell me that this is not the first time and all the men you meet are bastards, time to ask yourself what the fuck is wrong with you. What the fuck are you stupid? Neva learnt your lessons from your first downfall? That's why the rest of your agony befalled. You cross-eyed, down syndrome, crack baby. Shame on you. You're still the same aren't you? You made the muthafuckin' wrong choice of meeting all the wrong guys. Dun muthafuckin' shift the blame on us to ease your false cries. One more shit on generalisation and I'll make sure you end up in hospitalisation. You are the ones who made your choice. Don't err and start to raise your loud voice. And don't generalise all men coz YOU made a wrong choice of meeting some muthafuckaz! You'll see me terrorise coz I too haf seen some bitch ass dick suckers! So dun let me start writing about the ladies. Gonna be more painful than aedes. It's not about how long you know someone. It's about how much you know someone. So if you don't know them well, don't fucking give them a chance and fuck up your life in a glance. And then start whining on how all men put you through a trance. Fucking lame ass pussies. And yea, now start going around and telling people about how praba sided those who have been playing around. I ain't siding them. I'm here to tell you that not all men are like the ones you meet. Loud and clear? Or am I supposed to put fear till you tear?

They say bad things are always packaged nicely. Bravo. I'll say they explained this wreckage wisely. And dun start whining loudly. Scenarios are suiting your romeos. They're frowning proudly. Be a woman full of substance. Neva let yourself spoil in an instance. I'm not sucking up coz you're a pity. I hope I'll be more than witty. Hope you undastan my intensity. And to that friend of mine, baby please don't cry. I hope you got your head up. Even when the road is hard, you neva gave up. Not all men are untrue. You'll realise when that special someone finally walks through. I know the ladies are hurt. They say that time heals. So while that happens, I hope that my rhyme feels.

Praba - 11:58 PM 0 comment(s)

Friday, April 21, 2006

Until I'm Ready To Die......

You know I've heard that it's said there's a beauty in distortion
By some people who're still tryin' to find their proportion
And they say that there's no humor or joke in contortion
And so, I wonder if they'll laugh when I am dead

Why am I fighting to live
If I'm just living to fight
Why am I trying to see
If there ain't nothing in sight
Why am I trying to give
When no one gives me a try
Why am I dying to live
If I'm just living to die

You know some people say that values are subjective
But they're just speaking thrash from their perspective
Or from that someone else who has been prospective
And so they live and fight to kill with no objective
Sometimes it's hard to tell if they're just protective

I used to weave in diffusion
Words deceived into confusion
And so I hope you'll understand me
When I'm through, about my conclusion
I used to live my life as an illusion
But hopefully reality will make my dream an extrusion

So I'll keep fighting to live
Till there's no reason to fight
And I'll keep trying to see
Until the end is in sight
You know I'm trying to give
So come on, give me a try
You know I'm dying to live
Until I'm ready to die......

Labels: Poem

Praba - 5:21 PM 0 comment(s)

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Boyfriend Or Boyfoe?

Hello muthafucka. Shallow muthafucka! And for one "special" person: You're waiting for my post? You're gonna see ghost. Let me uncover how one cheap ass bitch reacts to a situation. Let me tell you something. People will run their cock sucking mouths UNTIL they can't fight no more or they realise that everything is against them and they will start saying things like "I don't wanna waste my time arguing with you" (Not realising that they already wasted hours arguing) or "I have better things to do" (Again, after spending hours arguing then they realise that they have better things to do" OR, in my case, "Annoying". Fuck em' all, Watch em' fall. Pussies! Watch Me Kill!

Praba was chatting in msn when this lil' slut logs in with the nick "My boyfriend has an ex wife and a son at 22". (Some people really don't know what to be proud of) So Praba sees this and gets a lil' curious, more furious, still injurious and decides to find out more. But at the end of the conversation, I was called "annoying" Annoying? You haven't seen me destroying bitch. I'ma start toying your cloying pussy.

I messaged her and asked her if her nick was for real. And she told me that he is divorced but has a son of a very young age. So I asked her if she was still his girlfriend and she said yes. Very smart of her. I dun blame her. Must be her race. So I continued to ask more questions to satisfy my curiosity. And I was quite worried for the child who doesn't have a father. Those who know me well will understand why. So I asked her if her boyfriend is still supporting the child. And she said that he is giving them money every month. So obviously we can see how cheap this tart is. She needs a finger up her pussy. She doesn't understand the meaning of the word support. Maybe I should slap the word into her pussy so that she orgases the word. Support bitch, support! Like how your cheap muthafucka boobs are muthafucka supported by your muthafucka bra. Ahh. This should haf clarified your doubt on the word support. I dun blame you. Blame your race. Flame your face. Muthafucka. Anyways, I continued to explain to her $1.99 pussy (before discount) that he has to be there as a father to provide for the child and that a family will have difficulties to cope with without a father. That's when this pussy screwed, fucked nude, bloody rude daughter of a walking prostitute decides to be crude to praba. She immediately told me that she will break up with him as if I inspired the juice outta her pussy. I knew very well she was sarcastic. And the way she typed it, I could see that she doesn't understand the meaning of the word family. Maybe coz her mother has a few so she doesn't know for sure. So maybe I should start demeaning. Family bitch, family. In your race, it's where there is a mother, runaway father and about a hundred and forty five kids. Oh yea, flings are a must. And then again, as kind as I always am, I dun blame you. You know who to blame again. And so, praba kept his cool and still decided to educate her on why she should help her boyfriend back with his family. And then she said something I really really expected from someone from her race. She said "You go marry the wife if you want". She doesn't understand that my mum didn't bring me up the way her prostitute of a mum fed her cum. Oh hell no slut. I'll fuck your butt. And she said something super exemplary. She said "I'm not giving away my boyfriend". Just in case you cannot see bitch, your boyfriend just divorced another woman who used to suck on his "lemons" and you are obviously next in his "Oh I just left her with her pussy wide open" list. You deserve to feel my fist.

For all those with the same kind of stinking thinking, read my inking. You haf a hick intellection which needs my dick to do the trick. I'll stick my dick up your ass so hard that you'll think it's a brick. Some of you muthafuckas don't appreciate having a father. Trust me, your mum will haf to stick a pole up her hole to support your fucking soul if you didn't have a father. And to that special slut who doesn't wanna leave her "gem" of a boyfriend, use your cum filled skull to think about his fucking family. He has a child to support. You need someone to lick your pussy, go find another. You're too dumb to understand this. Must be your race again. I'll splat my cum on your face again. I'll slap my dick on your dumb clique. Want a sneak peek? Fuck you muthafucka. Oh hell yea I know you're reading this. Show this to your ass fucked,balls sucked, hair plucked boyfriend. Praba's waiting for him. Baiting for him. Stating my grim. Anger reaching my brim. I'll aim for his limb.

Spank you very much.

Praba - 7:44 PM 0 comment(s)

Monday, April 17, 2006

My Dear Mr. Anonymous

For people who like to hide behind screens to tag screams, suck on your dad's "porridge" for more courage. A friendly advice before I blast your ass with my deadly device. So much excitement for you people who hide and incite? Why not you try fight like a knight? Nah you can't. You cunt.

I wanna remind an important V.I.P (Very Intimidated Pussy) that this blog is for people with balls and not for someone who hangs up his calls. Hell nah! You got the ding dongs, you know who I am, come tell me. We'll see how much of a man your mum created. I'll show you how much you're awaited. But I doubt so. Because your shout's so. Pussies like you can only attack and pull back. I'll cum on your mother's bare back. I jus insulted your parents asshole. Heard that? Come find me to prove that you're hurt bad. And muthafucka, I neva asked you to read my blog in the first place to tag about my burst blaze. Coz I swear if I find you, I'll fuck your mum so bad that the next time she wanna get laid, she'll neva pervade.

Coz Praba ain't afraid of no one. Heard that clear? So come find me in your own pace. I'll cum on your dumb face. I haf so much balls to come challenge you in the presence of the world. Where's yours? Show's the amount of courage you show for this lil' amount of my road rage. You wanna tag behind screens to show abit of your manhood? I will show you how a real man should. Come muthafucka come. We'll see.

Praba - 1:34 AM 0 comment(s)

Sunday, April 16, 2006

The Rich Demure. The Poor Obscure

See, I ain't blessed to be. But that doesn't mean I'm your rival. You will see no revival when I shoot you with a rifle. The Rich's playin' money. That ain't funny to me. You're gonna witness a thriller when I turn into a killer. Now, read and bleed. Bitch, I'm going all out. Time for you to fall out.

All you rich muthafuckaz who love to discriminate, watch me kill one by one and fuckin' eliminate. You burn muthafucka. You deserve to die. Your family is gonna fly. Preserve your cry. You're gonna be deceased. Your ride's gonna be diseased. Money ain't always gonna bring honey. Your life ain't always gonna be sunny. Why so much hunger for bills? They ain't no pills. You have the cash. So be it. Will they help you when you crash? We'll see it.

Fuck all you muthafuckaz who're money hungry. You're gonna run when you see Praba angry. I dun care if you gloat with your twenty dollar note. When I catch ya, I 'ma make sure you're definitely gonna float.

For all my brothers who ain't stinking rich, life in these streets of hell, is a shrinking bitch. Money's just temporary. It's jus for the contemporary. They say money brings bitches, bitches bring lies. God lives in the heart of the poor. So dun worry, we'll stick a rod up their rear. Fuck the rich!

"I see no changes. Wake up in the morning and I ask myself. Is life worth living or should I blast myself?" Nothing's meant to last forever. All this sufferings and strugglings gonna last forever.

Praba - 7:26 AM 0 comment(s)

Friday, April 14, 2006

Daggers For Taggers

Please Note: The following are SPECIALLY for people who like to tag me with anonymous nicks. And if you're below the age of 16, welcome to paradise. Never mind if you suck in English language. Time for some vulgar language. And I strongly encourage viewer's discretion. Enter at your own risk.

Oh hell yea I've hit the writing pads! Bitches pull up your Kotex pads. Bastards start searching for your missing balls. Watch me kill tonight! And yea to all those excited taggers, I'm gonna screw your ass with daggers! Oh yea I am. Im'ma make you swagger! Now listen up, READ MY MUTHAFUCKIN' PREVIOUS POSTS BEFORE YOU READ THIS! Coz Praba doesn't appreciate bald pussies who ain't got guts. Heard that loud and clear? Oh hell no. I don't think it'll reach your cum filled skulls. Suck on my love nuts balls!

I said this a million and one time. I don't want to meet people with no motherfuckin' guts! If you're a lady with no guts, then suck on your dad's dingling dangling dick and if you happen to not have two balloons called balls but instead have one, time to suck on your mum's pinky winky nipples. If you ain't got the balls to tell me your name when tagging, then dun bother. Coz u're the least welcomed to tag me. Oh hell no son/daughter of a rotting pussy. I'll fuck your mum till she gets dizzy. Why so angry you may wonder. Well, no need to ponder. I'll tell you exactly how they squander. And I ain't gonna tell you the exact story coz it's definitely gonna confuse you. So I shall just do some extraction of some distraction which hopefully might improve a fraction of your interaction. But please ask me for the chat log. I'll show you the wonders of being a women.

I actually wrote a lot about this girl whom I wanted to put on fuck in my blog. But somehow, my heart didn't allow me to. And I erased all that I wrote about her. I understand that she's studying and all and yea. Don't think I wanna jeopardise her life. But don't take my kindness for weakness bitch. I have a short lived sickness. I might jus mention your name and school and everything about you at any point of time I feel like doing so. But coz of this one bitch, I ain't gonna haf a tag board. Yea I thought about it a hundred times before I made this decision. And yea I don't see a point in people tagging me also. Not as if what you tag is gonna change my life. Oh hell no! It's ain't even close. Now for those wanting to put me on fuck, I am jus here bitch. I'll put you through a crash landing while I am standing here. Come find me. I ain't running nowhere. You have the balls to talk behind my back? We'll see if you have the balls to see me eye to eye. I'll make you fly.

And to those telling me that I inspire and bullshit, I dun perspire to inspire or aspire you. I dun give two peanuts if i inspire you or what-so-ever. I am here to spill my shit and put on fuck everyone I have to. Most of you son of a bitches read my blog and fail to understand that it's you that I am talking about. Some tag me praising me on how good this is and that is. But listen! I ain't here to get your praises. Ain't gonna cause eye brow raises. Most of you people who read my blog ain't here to see the message it shows. You're jus here coz there's rage and flows. You know what? No one I noticed is taking these postings seriously. You jus see words playing and Praba slaying. That ain't what I want. Some say my English is good. You take my English and shuff it up your ass. Coz all your praises about my English failed to erect me. I ain't here to get ladies sucking on my dick on how well I this and how well I that. I am here to show you how fucked up this world is. You failed to get the message. All you fuckers. Shallow shallow fuckers.

And I am damn sure that when I wake up tomorrow to log into my MSN, some slut reading this is gonna try and twist the story and start praising on my messages I wanna convey. Don't do that. I'll start hell raisin'! I know all you motherfuckaz failed to see what the message say. Time to block your passage way. And jus in case you think Praba was flattered by the comments, they made me look for amends. I ain't lyin' to get laid. I ain't rhymin' to get paid. And hell no I ain't sharin' to get weighed. I'm sent here dyin' to ply aid.

My blog is like a mirror to see the fuckin' ugly side of you. And me of course. Character wise I mean. Jus in case some smart chap tries to play with my own words. Dun come tell me my speeches are like peaches. I dun wanna know. I dun need your fucking praises on my phrases. I'll start my blazes on you. Mind you.

Labels: Taggers

Praba - 5:55 PM 0 comment(s)

Debrief On Relief

Yes yes. Relax. This is my next posting which some have been looking forward to. Thanks to all those waiting to read my posts. Really appreciate that. Not gonna write much today. BUT, watch for tomorrow's posting. Gonna be electrifying. Yea I bet that bitch is reading this now. I know deep down that you're praying that your name dun get mentioned rite? Worry no more. This gal called "shalini from Balestier ITE" is gonna be my guest tomorrow as the first name to be mentioned. *Applause* Watch me unfold her drama and by tomorrow, I will find out about her real name and school. Will be visiting her house which by the way seems to be a red light district. Dun worry guys, she claims that she does things for free. Wondering why? Stay tuned. It's gonna make your jaw drop.

Meanwhile, Praba received a call from the Singapore Poly today. Yea, that damn school. Apparently, they finally want to give me a chance. Strange. And I am still thinking about it. Shall I make the way or break away? So many things running through my mind. You should have seen the sense of relief in my mama's face. I really dun know if engineering is what I wanna do. Yea it's gonna make my mama happy but Im'ma feel crappy doing it. We'll see what Praba feels like doing tomorrow. And dun forget! Watch for my blog tomorrow. Gonna be fun. I promise.

Praba - 12:01 AM 0 comment(s)

Sunday, April 09, 2006

If I Die 2Nite.

I wanna let you know mama that:

I appreciate everything you've done for me.
I'm sorry I wasn't all you wanted in me.
I'm sorry I didn't appreciate what you wanted to see.
I'm sorry from the bottom of my heart for how I wanted to flee.

Just wanna let you know that my feelings are real.
I'm ready to suffer with culpable zeal.
Wanna thank you for providing all the veal in my meal.
Just In case I don't live to tell them with a kneel.

Just in case I get hit by a train.
Just in case I get slit on my vein.
Just in case I don't live to see light.
Just in case....... I demise tonight.

And just in case I get hit by a train, I wanna say:
Sorry for making you give me money for school.
Thinking I was studying and not breakin' the rule.
And now I'm guilty coz I was cheating, playin' the fool.

And just in case I get slit on my vein, I wanna say:
Sorry for telling you I was out with my mate
Lying bout checkin' out an estate
And now I'm guilty coz I was actually out on a date.

And just in case I don't live to see light, I wanna say:
Sorry for defying and always shouting at you.
Not believing and always doubting you.
And now I'm guilty coz I'm still amounting onto you.

And just in case I demise tonight, I wanna say:
Sorry for always making you starve with no meal.
So that I could haf a lil' more and always be strong in the field.
And now I'm guilty coz and all these I was only playin' and not making a deal.

And dear mama, just wanna say I love you,
Just in case, I die tonight...

Praba - 3:25 AM 0 comment(s)

Dear Enemies.

"Keep your friends close. Keep your enemies closer." Heard of it? Let me put that to use now. Sit back and start munching while I hit back and start punching.

Dear enemies, who cause bad allergies, please let your gangs know bout my slangs. Watch me unleash full force baby! Don't you dare think I took my eyes off you! I'll take your life off you! I'm gonna start rippin' till u start drippin'. Life's taking a turning toll. But even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet. My life's like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat. Feels like I'm touching on a burning coal. I struggled against odds, juggled against gods. And thanks to all those who have been advisin'. Yea I know that smoking badly causes choking sadly but my mind frame couldn't keep up with my time frame. I was too playful. No I ain't thrash talking. Stopped doing that ever since I stopped sleep walking. People I hate are watching me write. They do all this after launching my fright. My temper flares when I notice glares. Swallow your pride. Don't let your lip react. You don't wanna feel my hands when my head reacts. When I see some of you muthafuckas I'll start whipping your ass. Don't Forget. Praba's fresh out the gutter. Too smooth to stutter.

I didn't switch to depressive mode. I didn't snitch my suppressive load. I jus unlocked the impressive code. My updates cause upgrades. Many were impressed when they saw me writin'. Wait till you see me fightin'. And all my dear gangster wanna-be's. Don't try to be the king coz this ace is back. I want my postings to be meaningful. Not winning fools. Simple and brings out a dimple. Jus wanted all you unwanted thrashes to know that you're gonna end up in crashes. May all your children have rashes. Wish all you fagots turn into maggots and all you bitches end up in ditches.

"Go to sleep bitch. Die muthafucka die! Times up bitch close your eyes!"

Fuck you very much.

Praba - 3:14 AM 0 comment(s)

Saturday, April 08, 2006

A Special Thanks!

Being a writer made me brighter. My thought is flowing, my mind is glowing. And I nearly forgot an important issue. I wanna thank all those who saw the controversial Praba and stood with a tissue. I wanna thank all my friends who have been by my side. You've stood ride by ride. There are no words to describe how much it means. Not to mention how far it's been. And thanks to all those who have been callin' to tell me how much I've been sprawlin'. Especially miss vanji darling who keeps thinkin' I've been fallin'. Haha. I appreciate that. Thanks to Gaya and reena for working on my template when I was at home eating on a hot plate. And thanks to aarthi for exposing me to html colour codes. Thanks to Vanessa for all the sneak peeks on my sweet speaks. Thanks to syakira for the blogskin which made my clock spin. Can't believe that I am gonna mention the next but she deserves my praises. For making my eyebrows raise with her comments which made me look for amends. All her whining and dining. Haha. Yea, thanks gita. Thanks to those who wanted to calm this bomb in me. Thanks to those who took the efforts to read my craps. How could I haf forgotten ya'll? Thanks to people who read my blog and pretend you neva saw my postings of toasting. Love ya'll. And dear friends,I'm fine. Going through some tough times. That's why you see the rough rhymes. Dun worry if I write rhymes. I'll write cheques. Meaning? Dun worry if I'm whining now. I'll be shining sooner or later. Let's see wat fate brings.

I wanna personally thank one person and the following is gonna be dedicated to her. I wanna thank madhu for taking all the trouble to call up some big shot to talk to the director for me. You've touched my heart. You have no idea how much it means to me. Gotta be gifted to haf you shifted to me. I really really appreciate this help and I really dunno how to thank you. Let's hope he can do something about my situation which I am facing now. So once again thanks a lot to you! And I really appreciate that.

Praba - 2:07 AM 1 comment(s)

Friday, April 07, 2006

Stressful Times. Grateful Rhymes.

Good morning. Bad warning. Praba's started writing. Gonna be nail biting. A killing's gonna be spilling.

I woke up early this morning to get to school to meet the director (again) Coz my parents thought it was a good idea that they meet the director to talk to him. If you were following my postings, you would get the picture why. But when Praba finally strains himself and gets a huge fuck from mum before finally waking up and brushing his teeth and taking a shower(after much dispute on why should humans have to bathe),the school calls back to fix the appointment at 4.30pm. What kinda management is that?! Nevertheless, nothing could be done coz I was already up. And the best part is, I already took a bath. And I was wide awake (Or something close to that)

Past few days have been very stressful. Failing exams can be quite a handful. Mum eventually found out that I failed. She was agonised. In every sense of the word. Little does mum realise how much Praba thinks he definitely will do much better in business over engineering. It's not my cup of tea. But, I still gave a try coz I know it'll make my mama proud. Now it backfires. She had so much faith in me. Now I feel embarrassed. And I am finally reminiscing. I was stepping into the wrong path. Now it ended up in a blood bath. I've always liked business. Always brings in the doughs, attracts the hoes and gives you the flows. But engineering is a whole new thing to me. I've never liked design and technology. Design is something that I'll resign and technology sounds no greater than psychology. As a matter of fact, I even dropped design and technology in secondary school. Who'd haf thought that I'd end up in a situation where I'll be writing rhymes and fighting climbs today.(Climbs here referring to an event that involves rising to a higher point) Had I studied properly, my mum wouldn't haf to go through the pain she's through. Must've been my crew. But I can't blame anyone. Only myself. Times like this, I feel that my rhymes are dimes. Looks like my past time is having a hard time. Anger's my hunger. Fingers too lingers.

I like playing words. Feels like I'm slaying herds. I appreciate people who are consistently reading my blog. But today I am confused. I feel defused. I jus feel frustrated at myself for not being up to my mama's expectations. I'm jus facing my own confrontations. Sorry if I didn't make any connection. My mind's been wondering. And I'm still pondering.

"My main thing was to be major paid. This game's sharper than a muthafuckin' razor blade."

Praba - 1:26 PM 0 comment(s)

I'm School-less

I'm starting to trip. I'm losing my grip. "They say money brings bitches. Bitches bring lies." Everyone who knows me well knows that I dun like the rich. Coz they bitch. Little did I know that money was so powerful that it took over education. Well, then maybe money is the most powerful thing in the world. The richer you become, the picture you become. If you don't understand what I jus said, leave it as it is. Too much information becomes a deformation.

I went to meet the deputy director of my particular course in the early morning of 6th April. How early? Trust me,tryin' to ask me up at 9am is like asking an elephant in mini skirt to do a hoola-hoop. When I went there eventually, boy was he so rude to me! If I were to see his wife, I'll fuck her with a knife! I had a hard time tryin' to be calm. Tried not to raise my palm. Respect's earned when you give it. But he blew it. Well, I got kicked outta school. And I knew deep down that I had to be sympathetic jus to get back a slot. So I made a plot. I took a cab to school just so that I can meet the director before he leaves for his next appointment. He left me in disappointment. Well, I failed a repeated module and 5 other modules. It's my school's policy to automatically kick out a student who has failed a repeated module. Why so playful you may ask. Yes it's bad I know. I am to be blamed. I followed fools. Swallowed rules. Now I'm regretting. Nevertheless, I shall continue. I met the director. I lied that I had to study and work at the same time just so that I can cope with the ear poping,tear dropping poly fees. I explained that furthermore I played for the SP soccer team and thus I couldn't cope with studies. And all this while, that son of a bitch had his head shaking like how his wife does beef baking.

Earlier, I went to meet the MP. To get him to send a letter to make my appeal better. But I neva thought that he(The director) was still gonna say no to my pleas. I thought that somehow the MP's letter was gonna make his no shatter. But oh no! He came with a shocker on top of that. And he behaved like a fuckin' typical Chinese. First he said things like "Why thont you taik pak tine diploma LO" And trust me, that's exactly how he pronounced it. And he emphasised on the word "lo" so much that I would feel bad if it wasn't typed in caps. I was too hurt to laugh but had I been ok that day, I would have blasted my ass off in his room. I was getting pissed as the conversation grew. My nerves began to brew. He knew it well. He kept telling me no to coming back again. But I didn't see a reason as to why I couldn't come back into the school. If my friend can appeal 3 times and still get a place to repeat his studies, why can't I? So I kept telling him that I wanna come back. That's when he blew it. He can neva glue it. The next part, listen VERY carefully. And with that filthy pussy licking slang of his, he said "You no moneyyyy to stuthyyyy...." He stretched this words and said the next so fast that I nearly fell off my chair. "Then work LO". This guy doesn't know how much praba hated that line. That's when Praba got hit in the head. I stood up staring at the director and left saying thank you very much for your kind words. Of course he knew I was sarcastic. He and his muthafuckin' slang can fuck plastics.

Just when my vision finally has a mission, I dun get a chance. Not that I didn't know that my playfulness will end up in seriousness. I jus took things too easily. I should have done some sighting. Now they're biting. I drank beer in glasses when I was supposed to be in classes. Played bomb bag when I was supposed to be home back. Now it keeps playin' in my head when I'm swirling in my bed.

Tomorrow's gonna be a better day. It's coming to a Saturday. I hope things will be put right. My life's gonna be bright. I see a new beginning. Is it for the better or am I gonna scatter? Time will tell.

Praba - 2:01 AM 0 comment(s)

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Intro

"Welcome to my world. Feel my passion. See my fashion. Watch me put pen to pain. My only friend is my misery. Wanted revenge for what they did to me. See,my life ain't promised but it'll sure get better. Hope u undastan my love letter".

Now if you're someone who doesn't know me for nuts,sad to say that this praba has changed from shiny to whinny. Why? That will be explained by my posts. I used to be a full time joker but the consistently changing society has changed me to a part time broker. But dun worry,praba has grown up. He is seeing this world clearly now. I am better and bad-er now. Bitches, I fuck with a passion. I'm living rough and raw.

I'm on the attempt to defy the normal human cycle. Sounds weird? It's true. Im'ma change myself. Change the normal human feelings and behaviors. For those still with a question mark on their head,let me give ya an example. I'm the type who likes things which are hard to get rather than something that's up for grabs. Why? Cause I used to be full of craps. And finally I rather take opportunities. I rather get something than nothing. Now the tables haf changed. The roads got rough,I'm alone.Just realised that no matter how you are,the world still judges you on your looks. It cooks but not for long. So welcome board the plane. Watch me complain. Hear my shout. Fear my doubt. Sorry if I write rhymes. My life mimes.

"Now let's stop the pain. Stop the rain. Put stress to rest girl,stop the games".

Just to let you know,I am not looking for a girlfriend. (Just to satisfy a few people who think I wanna impress a certain gal by making her feel sympathetic for me) I don't need anyone. I jus realised that in this world, It's you against the world. Yea,exactly how Tupac raps this craps. Any by the way, If you think I am writting this blog just coz I am hurt or something, you're so poorthing. You don't get the message that it's meant to make people realise how dumb their decisions can be sometimes and that hey haf a fucked up way of judging someone.

I wanna see the world differently. Suddenly praba loves pain coz he sees a gain. Loves being alone. Loves silence. Causes violence. Hates the limelight. Sees the spotlight. Loves observing people's behavior. I'm bewildered. So many changes in me. But my changes ranges. Coz try pissing me off and I'll put my claws to your jaws.

Different people react very differently from each other. One man sees the glass as half full and another sees it as half empty. What a pity. We need more people who sees things like the former. My blog's a comma. Keeps going. I wanna end it here but thoughts keep runnin' in. I used to be a chatter but it's ok. I am better.

The journey begins,watch me get hostile in my style. Watch me haunt in fonts.

Praba - 5:16 PM 0 comment(s)

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Gettin' Into The Mood

Well well. Praba has always been cheerful and all but guess it's time to change. Finally undastood how this fucked up society sees people. Well,I ain't no gangsta and I ain't no bad boy. Or at least that's how I feel. But it's so strange to see how your opinions might differ from people. One minute you're a good boy and in a split second, you're a bad boy. Why? Becoz people dun know how to make their own muthafuckin' decisions and they sure dun know how to stand on their own fuckin' feet. For all you reading this,don't you dare think that this is not your shit! Because while you're here reading this,somewhere in some place, some muthafucka might be bitching about you. Why? Coz he's itching. Well people, this is my first post and I'll TRY to be as nice as I can. But trust me, you're gonna see a side of me that never came out. Sad to say but the ever so bloomy praba had to become gloomy. Now you see, I dun give a flyin' fuck what you (The person reading this) or anyone thinks abt me. I just wanna speak my mind and thus I came up with this idea of blogging. You see, I have always hated to blog coz it involves a lot of typing and I am lazy to type. But trust me, when I'm not lazing, I'm blazing. That's exactly how I do my shit. I think I should reintroduce this two sayings. LOOKS CAN BE DECEIVING & NEVER JUDGE A BOOK BY IT'S COVER. The reason why it's in caps is because some dumb son of a papaya might fail to see this wonderful theory. And for people who dun undastan what it means,it basically means dun judge a person based on how they look. Now, this is my first post and I wanna be talking about myself. So I shall do just that. Just to let ya'll know, praba WAS a happy-go-lucky boy. BUT, it has all jus changed. I'm gonna speak philosophy, mumble dialogs and recite poems. Exactly how the old ppl do it but in style. BUT however, there's gonna be anger portrayed in it. And definitely a certain message that I wanna convey. Why? Because I don't want anyone to go through what I am going through. People judging me coz I haf long hair,piercings,a gangster walk,smoking habits and so on and so forth. Even people who initially had a good impression on me change their opinions just coz their friends aren't too sure of me. Why the fuck must I impress your friends as well? I don't see a reason to do so. They dun mean my pet dog's pussy hair to me. A good heart is all that matters. You dun necessarily haf to haf a good walk,hairstyle or face to be good hearted. I used to think smart people were good hearted people. I jus got a slap in the face and a punch in my balls. Why? Coz there's some hunch on my calls. You might haf not undastood wat I meant by hunch on my calls. What I basically mean is that there are flaws in the way I judged. The part where I thought educated people were good hearted people. Just to let ya'll know, there's not gonna be much photos in this blog or maybe no photos at all but I believe my words alone can make you feel my pain. "Pleasure and pain, stuck in this game."

Now let me come to an important part. If you're the type of person who listens to what other's think about something or someone and makes judgments based on what your friends say, DON'T LEAVE! You're exactly the muthafucka I'm looking for. It's about time that you realise that you haf your own fuckin' feet to stand on to make a muthafuckin' decision. Time to start the ball rolling. You see, you need to get to know a person in order to judge them and not based on what other's say. Well, you might like sucking a cock that your friend doesn't. Why? Coz you haf different taste from people. Unless u tell me that u always happen to wear the same coloured bra and panties as your friend all the time. And u prefer the same old doggy style she prefers. Then maybe I deserve a slap. But I can bet that's definitely not the case. Dun mind me if I sound foul but it's definitely gonna make you howl. I am already known as a bad boy and it's not gonna damage my image to any worse and so I ain't got nuttin' to lose. So yea, all hell's gonna break lose. It's 2.28am now and I am still not sleepy. Not that I wanna be awake writing this shit but circumstances haf circumcised my happiness. This is the beginning of many to come. It hasn't ended people. Praba just about got started. Watch the controversy unfold. My name is Prabakaran. Call me praba. I'm gonna bring you to my world. See if you can feel the pain runnin' through my vein. And if you're one of those whom I just mentioned about above, keep my name close to your heart. Coz very soon..........I'm gonna be close to you,breathing on your fuckin' stinky neck.

There's one thing that's been amusing me. I hate it when people start passing their comments around. I don't blame you. You haf a mouth smellier than a pussy. What can I do about that. Well, I've heard rumors about remarks from people that they're unhappy about the way I walk and all. Remark ain't it? I'll give u stretch mark on your stomach bitch. I'll tell you what. Why don't you come alone and tell me straight to my face? We'll see if you haf the balls to do so. We'll see how much of a man you are. And I'm not gonna change any of what I love for people whom dun even mean half my balls to me. And you want me to change the way I walk jus so that you won't feel crappy? Tell you what, you suck my cock the way I wanna feel happy.

Moving on to my hair. It's long. Nothing wrong. Any of your fuckin' business? You wanna pay me money to cut my hair and come over to my house in the morning everyday to help me style it? Coz if your answer is yes to all my questions, I will definitely get it cut. Jus like how your dick got cut when you were born. And people telling me things like how the ladies don't like it when you haf long hair and all. I dun give two peanuts about what the ladies wanna see. I wanna be the way I wanna be and that's exactly how it's gonna be. I stand proud to say I make decisions which I like. Not like how you pussies do it based on people's comments. Heard that clearly? Coz if u didn't,I'll slap the message into you.

I don't know why such a big commotion about my hair,about the way I walk, about the friends I mix with. Just to let you know, your concerns will be discarded without any worries. I know what's right and what's wrong for me.

Lastly, for people reading this and still think that I haf something nice within,I really appreciate it. You don't necessarily haf to be a friend but your good thoughts alone will be enough for me. Jus to let all of you know,the praba you jus saw writing this was neva the praba that he was. I used to tell myself people change but I didn't haf a clue as to why they change. Who would haf thought that few years down the road, he was gonna be in the same script. Cheerful I used to be. Now anger's in my eyes. Life is on the line. Confussion in the mind. People change afta certain incidents cause accidents. But nevertheless, I finally undastood.....

"Life ain't always what it seems to be. Words can't express what it means to me."

Praba - 10:03 PM 0 comment(s)

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