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Tuesday, 21 April 2009
19:45

Arrgh. Overdued Post again.

Moving House on 25.04.09. Met Jason Phuah today. It was utter luck. Can't stand his mouth jammering on and on on the train. Pity him for getting severely slapped by ZY. DAMN. HE DESERVED IT MAN.

Putting animals aside, today morning was raining Tigers and Lions. my Pa fetched me to school. and brought my Baby back to Scout Den. Arrgh. My Baby gone liao. Guess what is my baby?

I had promised my pa to leave the campsite model in school. that's my baby. I wished to bring to new house to play with it, but no SPACE. HOuse going smaller, but cosier...and of course with a huge price tag.

SS time practice was a killer. Why Pakistan and India Conflict? alamak prepared to get L0/0 for all three questions.

Last week highlights.

Oral Exams.
English was very "song", because i had a nice chat with mr osgodby. He sounds more like Uncle Juhanni from Finland. Old man. Cut queue whenever i can. who cares. it's my last year.

Mother Tongue was a killer too. Serial killer.


Went to malaysia to visit my Grandpa. He not feeling well.
a poem from Chinese Calligraphy...

(Letting others)

让你横,

我得直,

让你恶,

我得福.


Talking about poems, I love Haiku. 5,7,5 syllables.
And you can talk about anything you like.

classic ones like:

ME: Here comes the reply,
Wei Liang's haiku again.
My response unworth.

WL: My Haikus are great.
Too great for your puny mind.
Add maths is boring. (true)

ME: Awful poet's here.
animals of the same hair.
Babaric Mimic.

WL: I like to mimic
Tan Ke Han with no chest hair.
So unmanly. Sheesh!

ME: Your Self Delusion,
"Go cry in that corner, boy"
Your status below.

WL: My Status below,
Very long, thick and bushy
Signs of active man!
.....
.....
.....
WL: Thine Shall surrender,
thine's fatigue and weary eyes,
Too tired to Fight.

ME: I rule in Haiku!
Finally verbal triumph,
Claiming Victory!

Other haiku are either pervertic or worthless.

bye

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