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(Friday, May 02, 2008-)
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good morning.. its in da mornin in da office tat now tat i m bloggin..haha..
dun really have anything to do rite now.. but not fer long when all the defects start comin to haunt me.. haha.. anyway, wed is quite a nice dae, went to gym wif yh n des who tag up later.. den went to ate dinner n den went home.. so long neva gym, if i can do it everytym lyk i use to b, it will b so damn gd..haha anyway, went to MJ n den stop halfway n den watch soccer tat nite, watch until dozed off..HAHAHA.. first tym man..
n nxt dae which i m suppose to come bck to work becoz australia tat side dun hav labour dae on tat dae, n TG being responsible n worried tat dere is any prob wif his team's work, he request us to come bck to work durin labour dae, was quite sad den but till da vry last dae n he told us tat we could juz stay at home durin labour dae n dun need come to work le.. n suddenly my dae brigthen up..haha n labour dae, went bck home in da late mornin.. ate my lunch slacked awhile n den family-get-together-game, MJ.. haha tis tym finally i won man, my winnin rate wif the PROS are lyk 10%? n den head out fer dinner after shower, den after tat fetch weide n uncle patrick to the pub we used to go last tym, fer drink.. so long neva drink oso le.. was quite njoyable ytd although da pub not so gd coz i keep kena eat tofu by tis lady.. T.T
anyway, saw tis poem somewher n its quite funny, would lyk to share it..haha
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When your own hand becomes your best lover,
When your life-giving fertilizer is wasted
In a Kleenex and flushed down the toilet
You wonder when you are goin to stop
Thinking about what could have happened
That night when you almost got somewhere
There is the coy one who smiles
And looks like she wants to meet you,
But you can't work up the nerve to talk.
So instead she will become one of your nighttime
Fantasies, where you could have but didn't.
Your hand will be substituted for hers.
When you neglect work and meaningful activities,
When you neglect the ones who really love you,
For a shot at a target that you rarely hit.
Does everyone get lucky with women but you,
Or do females just not want it as bad as you do?
the story ends like this;
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