*____watching your every movements, knowing all your secrets___

Thursday, November 30, 2006

Unrelated Relations
Life is a possession, not for relaxation.
Love is nothing but confession, complication and infatuation.
Deforestation is man's destruction, to destroy the ultimate creation.
through thorough investigation, the complication with multiplication, division, subtraction and addition is only a matter of substitution.

flew into your heart at [11:43 PM]

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Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Blah, Blah Slack Sheep,
Have You Any Moo,
No sir, No sir, Three Bags wool,
None For The Sir,
None For The Madam,
and None For The Little Boy Who Lived Down The Plane

flew into your heart at [12:12 AM]

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Thursday, November 23, 2006

WAYS TO EXCUSE YOURSELF FROM ANSWERING WHAT GIRL/BOY YOU LIKE:

I PREFER TO HAVE AN EXTRA-TERRESTIAL BEING AS A GIRLFRIEND/BOYFRIEND...

THE TYPE OF FEMALES/MALES THAT I LIKE IS EITHER NOT BORN, DEAD, MARRIED, A NUN/MONK, OR DON'T EVEN EXIST...

I MARRIED WITH MY WORK...

flew into your heart at [12:28 AM]

FAVOURITE INSULTS--No copying allowed
(this part is for jokes, please dont take it too seriously)

Hatred blinded my eyes as they reminded of you!!!
Flooded by your mindless mumblings, my veins is clogged up with anger, you are as irritating as a die-die-must-come mosquito!!!
You are going to get killed by your own ego!!!
Stop contaminating my brain/ears!!!
Call me bad, and i will say you are worse!!!
Call youself good, and i will say im better
Call yourself the best, then i will say im an immortal!!!hahaha

FAVORITE PHRASES
Revenge is sweet...
Victory is sweet...
Beauty conquers all...
Life s a bed of roses --filled with thorns and bloodshed tears...
Making friends is not hard, it's the parting that hurts...
Like snowflakes, no one is the same...
Your tears is as precious as the purest jewel in the whole wide world...
Wailing women watched with wide-eyed wonder...

flew into your heart at [12:12 AM]

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Sunday, November 12, 2006

Cash Flow-er__________Flower
Proposals are made___________Roses are red
In-voices are due_____________Violets are blue
SUNPAGE's (shares) is low_____Sunflowers are _________________yellow
And guess what? ___________And guess what?
You are so slow (in realising it) _______You are a ___________________dirty fellow

flew into your heart at [8:21 PM]

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Friday, November 10, 2006

The Grass At The Other Side Is Always Greener

One day, three billy goats were having a whale of a time playing at their field, rolling, galloping, jumping. The soft, short grass, the sweet frangrance from flowers, the ripe and juicy fruits danggling from the tree branches...mmm...just simply wonderful...they owned the land, a land where their descendants are going to live, a land so perfectly made that an outsider will never want to leave this place...well...the land was not exactly perfect when the three billy goats came by a river with a little bridge. They looked at the other side with glittering eyes..wow, its simply beautiful, much much more beautiful then their land, so beautiful that maybe it can be compared to the garden of eden... and so they crossed the bridge. However, unknown to them, the bridge is not made with good supports, so when the fattest and largest of the three billy goats( the last goat) stepped on it, it simply broke and collapsed, luckily for that billy goat, it managed to jump to the other side just in time before it will drown with the broken piece of debris. And so, they began their little tour around their newly owned land... but a surprise awaits for them...the fruits were overriped,wrinkled, with worms in it, the grass was long and too fibrous to chew on, the land was filled with thorns from the newby roses and where ever they go, the thorns pierced right through their hoofs... the result of falling prey to temptations is that you will be the servant who is serving the master... as the first billy goat, the smallest of all,was not properly adapted to this new place, it died of malnutrition, the second billy goat who wanted to return to the landwher they come from drowned at the river, the third billy goat, because of loneliness of being alone in that land, was too miserable and died at an early age due to stress..and alas the whole of the billy goat race became extinct in this crazy world of Hairytales and Nursery crimes...

flew into your heart at [1:39 AM]

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Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Teachers

the stars in the night lay bountiful,
filled with colours so light and cool,
if each of them did mirror us,
what would happen in a class?
the teacher shall have the brightest star --the Sun
the rest of the students shooting stars --have fun
the stars in the night so beautiful
with colours so bright,so wonderful.

flew into your heart at [12:16 AM]

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Thursday, November 02, 2006

What is beauty in a world with no dimension?

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, yet in a world with no dimensions, it is just a faceless piece of an artwork, admired by nobody. Totally unseen. What about inner beauty? Your honesty, intergrity and love can be felt by others in this vault one dimension less than a line. However, in this world, the use of sight is redundant, so how are we going express ourselve through our works? No love. No care. No concerns. No kindness. No hope. Just purely a nightmare. In fact, beauty in a world with no dimensions could be totally unheard of.

flew into your heart at [11:09 PM]

The Enchantress

The glowing robes floated as he sat on his chariot,
Riding across a thousand miles,
Marvelled by people all around,
He spread warmth and light to the orphans,
Caressing their bubbly faces,
He bid then farewell,
And soon it was time to summon Shy Lady Moon,
To take over his place.
Her glowing gown showered with her care,
Comforting the little ones.
But his job was not done,
He had yet to ride another thousand miles.
Shooting his fiery arrows all around,
He lit his never-ending path with such blinding colours,
To the glittering ocean,
To the dull land,
Indeed, it was a sight to behold.

flew into your heart at [10:45 PM]

The Beauty of a Flower

Flowers...Flowers...
Blooming in spring,
Withering in autumn,
Its unique pattern changes with such an elegance and grace,
From a budding little flower,
To fallen withered petals,
Somehow you may think that it is the end,
But no...
It's swollen womb is going to burst forth with splendour,
With such elegance and grace,
You had forgotten it is just another flower,
But you remembered it as a beautiful jewel.

flew into your heart at [10:32 PM]

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