a new stage
Dear diary,
give me a box of tissues please.
bcos i need to sneeze.
my nose is runny,
its not funny.
guess wat
i need honey.
i didnt get it done.
the risks were a ton.
i dont want big swollen ears
a permanent hole for years
mum and dad:
ive gotten the bad genes
this is sad
and i am mad.
my ear is hard,
worse than lard
i dont wanna get the earring stuck.
the man said to think twice,
we walked round wisma thrice
and i think it was wise
to escape those cries.
Dear diary,
i've waited.
was it fated
not to get it done.
i feared the pain
i dont wanna faint
im so ashamed.
someday when i get the courage
i'll pierce the cartilage.
ive failed to pierce the upperpart of my ear. this is wat its all abt. hmpft. this is wat i wanna do now -->RRROOOOAAAARRRRRRRRRR. done. i shall pray for a miracle. ha.
and work is piling up, so high i cant see the sky. this shows so clearly that work= darkness = hopeless= depression. so the moral of the story is............................. er. maybe i shudnt reveal it. but for now. i wanna join the MOE so that children of the future need not suffer the same detrimental effects of a so advanced and globalised nation. wat are these detrimental effects? bad imsomnia, frog eyes, dark rings, hard skin on your fingers, and most of all, a burnt brain. if i get that job, this is the rule --- no play, no say. so u wanna have a say? u've gotta play. and this wil be the perfect lalaland for every kid in the universe. Amen? :))))))))))))))
i think ive got into a new stage of blogging. its fun. this is not a pun. i wanna run to catch the sun.
till then,
toodles.
(10:25:00 AM)
