My "Robert Frost's Road not taken" version

Courses Not Taken
by Hang Lucky

Courses diverse in a list of structure,
And sorry I could not cope all or ensure
And be one chooser, long I torture
And looked down one by one till I’m sure
To which it fix in the expenditure

Then took the others, as just as offer
And having perhaps the same “friendster”
Because it was compulsory and got lecturer
Though as for that, just be a listener
Had finished them really like the senior

And all that teaching mostly not a same day
In a week no freedom had “I’m off today”
Oh, my chosen courses only offer next semester!
Yet knowing maybe it’s not really sure
As faculty debated who will be the lecturer?

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somehow all the semesters will end:
Courses diverse in the list of structure, and I –-
I took the others that offered by,
And that has made all the challenge

The silver line always there
As I’m appreciate all my lecturers
By giving the proudly pointers
As I’m grateful as they also care
If the knowledge is already shared

My favourite poem, the famous rhyming poem

Cloony The Clown by Shel Silverstein

I'll tell you the story of Cloony the Clown

Who worked in a circus that came through town.

His shoes were too big and his hat was too small,

But he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all.

He had a trombone to play loud silly tunes,

He had a green dog and a thousand balloons.

He was floppy and sloppy and skinny and tall,

But he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all.

And every time he did a trick,

Everyone felt a little sick.

And every time he told a joke,

Folks sighed as if their hearts were broke.

And every time he lost a shoe,

Everyone looked awfully blue.

And every time he stood on his head,

Everyone screamed, "Go back to bed!"

And every time he made a leap,

Everybody fell asleep.

And every time he ate his tie,

Everyone began to cry.

And Cloony could not make any money

Simply because he was not funny.
One day he said, "I'll tell this town

How it feels to be an unfunny clown."

And he told them all why he looked so sad,

And he told them all why he felt so bad.

He told of Pain and Rain and Cold,

He told of Darkness in his soul,

And after he finished his tale of woe,

Did everyone cry? Oh no, no, no,

They laughed until they shook the trees

With "Hah-Hah-Hahs" and "Hee-Hee-Hees."
They laughed with howls and yowls and shrieks,

They laughed all day, they laughed all week,

They laughed until they had a fit,

They laughed until their jackets split.

The laughter spread for miles around

To every city, every town,

Over mountains, 'cross the sea,

From Saint Tropez to Mun San Nee.

And soon the whole world rang with laughter,

Lasting till forever after,

While Cloony stood in the circus tent,

With his head drooped low and his shoulders bent.

And he said,

"THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT-I'M FUNNY JUST BY ACCIDENT."

And while the world laughed outside.

Cloony the Clown sat down and cried.

Finally...

My last exam paper, Intro. to the Lit. in English 1 already ends just now.. But, the paper was really slightly tough for me as I think I suppose to be more well-prepared for it. It just not me yet as a student who is be able to write a 20-mark answer completely and concisely in a nick of time.

Literature,
You torture my understanding

With a lot of reading

You ensure my thinking

always keep running

Literature
You lecture my knowledge
By page to page
You pleasure my age
to know all about the top of edge

Literature,
You exposure my curiosity
by experiencing the intensity
You cure my imaginary
by reflecting the moral of the story

I'm really glad that my last word in my Lit.1's sheet answers is "confess" not "the horror! the horror! the horror!" like Kurtz said before he die, in the novel "The Heart of Darkness". That's all my confession for today..

My answer for 2nd question of section B, Creative Writing 1 Exam

Malfunction Motorola Mobile (3M)

You fall down from my Double-Decker bed,
You hit the floor without any bad
I try to press your keypad
But you blank your screen like death

I turn on your life
But you spread a heat of shock
You treat me like a doc
That will fix you until work

I charged your battery till full
But your system still fool
Your memory stick can't pull
Now, you already not "cool"

I push out the Sim card
I put you at the yellow yard
The place of useless things
The space of priceless "Kring! Kring! Kring!"

The end of the semester

The end? Not yet la, sit down first on the final exam and after that it is the official ending of this semester.. This is my first-ever short semester and maybe the last short semester in UNITAR too as the rumours that i heard, there will no short semester start next year. I'm lovin' it (short sem) but I'm quite lazy in this semester as I'm the latest one who post this journal.. hehe. "In the end, it's doesn't be a matter", but for me, it's a matter.. How well & done I am? Its depend on my result cos it'll clarify the end of this semester as NICE ENDING or SAD ENDING.. I wanna flying without wings in colours before you (Mr.short semester) leave me on the jet plane (UNITAR) as i need a jumpsuit (result) to land in the target spot (pointer). The end! No! No! No! I wanna create a poem that start with "Goodbye to you .." first same like the free-writing task. The title will be "Mr. Short semester".

Mr. Short Semester

Goodbye to you!
You're the seven-week man
you taught me two courses
That made me felt worse..

I'll miss you like crazy
when you're not welcome next year
I hope you wish me to be lucky
In my exam, in my destiny

Will you be there for me?
when I think Mr. Long semester teach slowly
as you know the 14 weeks was compulsory
as you know its will make me a super lazy

Goodbye to you again
thank you for the knowledge that I gain
You're the special one
Hope we will meet again even only once

Child Prodigy

The voice

Speak up! Speak to me!
I'm not alien or live miserably
What's wrong with me?
why can't you welcome me?

My language not a differ
My race not a loser
Still the same till the end
Still mine till forever

Too young to be a genius
Too smart to be a youngest
Don't take me too serious
I'm just the best of the rest

To be the first place was not my destiny
To be the only one was not my intensity
Wish to hike a hill and jump a bungee
Like you through every daily

To be a shine sheep in the family
Never being my curiosity
Wish to have and conduct a company
Like you did with him and she.

Postcard Poem

For you

It really a long time
Since the day we listened to the rhyme
That's not a crime
Leaving you without a sign

I always dancing in front of the mirror
To understand my body gestures
You always hoping I will be there for you
To catch up your body language

But, It's all about the clock
One day, I'll make you shock
Till you can't ran away
Till you find the right pathway.


For me

Hi!
How your day?
Today, yesterday and tomorrow
Are you still in sorrow?

Whatever you do
Please don't forget to ask me
Wherever you go
Please don't dare to leave me

Your heart was always feel sorry
my forgiveness always for you, don't worry
To show it's not a sympathy
Just think about your self only