thennn.. when i came home..
i went 2 ply bkb....
we played 2 v 2... cos today nobody..
first match lost:8-6
2nd match won:8-6
3rd match lost:8-7..
haiz.. almost almost.. all my 3 point miss but all my 2 point enter lol..
thennn.. when i came home..
i went 2 ply bkb....
we played 2 v 2... cos today nobody..
first match lost:8-6
2nd match won:8-6
3rd match lost:8-7..
haiz.. almost almost.. all my 3 point miss but all my 2 point enter lol..
crocodile
love birds
tats all la.. den after that i went karoke-ing at my uncles house..
my sista called me monotone=tone deaf.
so wat.. haiz.. dont care la.
at least i sang.. =P..
ok la..
gtg.. bro wanna sleep d.
Kiren and his blur face
Juen Jin
Street Rascals FC
LAST BUT NOT LEAST!
OUR MANAGER:APEK!~ PEACE OUT YO!~
nice??
Boom Boom Walawala Boom Boom
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big leh?? haah..
ok la.. i got 1 more thing .. v.funny 1..
ok la.. thats all.. go enjoy
now for the photos.. XD..
yes!! i did it!!! my first phone video on my blog.. haha.. XD..
n yes charu.. I DID IT..!!@@.. NOW UR TURN
today is a holiday..
well.. im sumhow recovered from my food poisoning..
now my brother tio..
haha... this morning he woke up so early..
i was sleeping.. when suddenly i heard him telling my parents say he got diarrhoea all.
XD
...haiz.. sien a...
duno wat 2 post....
ok la..
i post a friendship poem..
this poem is entitiled: THE DUMMY@!~
In that forgotten part of town
Where wasted hopes and dreams abound,
A wrinkled man with life near end,
In hopes to have at least one friend,
Fashioned bits of wood and things
And made a dummy run by strings.
He sat alone for hours on end,
Conversing with his only friend
And found delight within the fact
That he controlled it's every act.
He told it how he never had
A chance, since all his luck was bad
Although he'd tried so to succeed -
The dummy nodded and agreed.
And how his journeys in romance
Had never given him a chance,
And wasn't it a crying shame
That he was always held to blame
When everyone knew, oh so well,
That life is but a living Hell,
Controlled by lust and power and greed?
The dummy nodded and agreed.
With patience that would rival saints,
That dummy sat through all complaints
And, with each little expert tug,
He'd droop his head or bow or shrug
And give some comfort to the man
Who held his lifelines in his hand
And helped to fill a lonely need
When he just nodded and agreed.
Senility increased with time
As did the old man's phantomime,
And feverish fingers pulled with glee
The dummy's dance of misery.
They never left each other's side
Until the day both stopped and died.
We found them lying, hand in hand,
The dummy - and his wooden friend.
umm. this poem is sumthing like telling u or teaching u how a friend works la..wat they would do for u stuff n all.. =P..that they would stay together no matter wat..suffer the consiquences.(duno how 2 spell).. this is how a real friend should be..
i put tha wording in orange because charu likes orange colour.. haha
ok ok.. LIGHTS OUT..@!!