boring...

title: cocked up

woke up today with a "sour" right hand... maybe din sleep properly... i need some sugar to neutralise it... was suppose to post some pictures de but den i dunno why my fireworks program not working lehz... dunno the picture problem or the program problem...

went shopping yesterday although i wasn't in the mood... the weather was so farking hot... ended up having a headache... DARN!... speaking about weather... why do thunder come after lightning arhz? yup... becoz light travel faster than sound... hehe... so clever...

xXx: everybody oso know... CHEY!

me: who say so... you ask kindergarten de children they know ma? neh neh ni po po...

thursday night saw lightning streaking across the sky of tampines... not once... not twice but i dunno how many times... wanted to take picture of it de but then evrytime i click the button all i see is the black black sky on the screen... i am not "fan ying chi dun" hor... everybody is "fan ying chi dun" de lor...

this is so because:

my drawing a bit ugly arhz...

so next time dun say people slow cause you are slow too... haha...

this posting looks very educational... haha... i can consider teaching primary school science le... haha... but before i do so... i think i should buck up on my drawing... actually i can draw very well de... if not why would i get B3 for my art (haha... hao lian again le)...

after teaching science i should now teach literature...

The Lengend...

Long Ago, there was a bird who sang but just once in her life.

From the moment she left the nest,

she searched the longest leaf for a thorn tree,

never resting until she found one.

Then, she began to sing,

more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth.

But carry away in the rapturous honor song,

she impaled herself on the longest, sharpest thorn.

As she was dying,

she rose above her own agony to out-sing even the lark and the nightingale.

The thorn bird traded her life for that one song and

the whole world was captured to listen!

And God, in His heaven smiles~

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As her very best was brought out only of the cost of great pain.

Driven by the thorn, with no fear for her death to come. But when we push the thorn into out breast,

We know...

We understand...

And still... we choose the pain of the thorn...

wAh...

how sophisticated am i...

the genius in me...

the talent i've shown...

the poem i've wrote...

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xXx: aiyah... shut up la... COPY one la...

me: shhh!...

ok... that thing was copied from the lyrics book of F.I.R latest CD... it's really nice and meaningful... hope you understand... onli a genius like me would understand...

xXx: hai... why you so hao lian de

me: i am not hao lian... i just dunno how to be modest!

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anyway... hope you like it...