Nothing more therapeutic than hitting balls. 3hours of entertainment at less than $5. Ha ha ha.. Thanks to someone.
September 7, 2009
Hitting the Mondaze Blues away
Nothing more therapeutic than hitting balls. 3hours of entertainment at less than $5. Ha ha ha.. Thanks to someone.
September 4, 2009
Tastefull or not... You decide.
Conservationism minus 1
Meanwhile on the intarwebs...
Updates on the Advert.. complications between Ad agency and WWF
WWF Strongly Condemns Brazilian Ad and Apologizes to 9-11 Victims and Families
Conservationism minus 10
Note:
For all the steps moved forward, all it takes is 1 wrong side step and u tumble back to almost 'Start'. Kinda scary eh.
Happy Birthday Anna
A very special fren to me.
Happy XX Birthday.
May you have many happy returns of the day.
September 3, 2009
September 2, 2009
For Seng Cheong
你是我的眼
Please help me see europe and take more pictures.
PS: i would love scenes of Manure losing in Champions League especially.
Please help me see europe and take more pictures.
PS: i would love scenes of Manure losing in Champions League especially.
Random Joke
A boy is writing a paper on childbirth and asks his parents: "How was I born?"
His mother awkwardly answers: "The stork brought you."
"Oh," says the boy. "Well, how were you and Daddy born?"
"Oh, the stork brought us, too, and Grandpa and Grandma."
The boy begins his paper: "This report has been very difficult to write due to the fact that there hasn't been a natural childbirth in my family for three generations."
September 1, 2009
The Hammer Holds - Bebo Norman
A shapeless piece of steel, that's all I claim to be
This hammer pounds to give me form, this flame, it melts my dreams
I glow with fire and fury, as I'm twisted like a vine
My final shape, my final form I'm sure I'm bound to find
So dream a little, dream for me in hopes that I'll remain
And cry a little, cry for me so I can bear the flames
And hurt a little, hurt for me my future is untold
But my dreams are not the issue here, for they, the hammer holds
And the water, it cools me gray, and the hurt's subdued somehow
I have my shape, this sharpened point, what is my purpose now?
And the question still remains, what am I to be?
Perhaps some perfect piece of art displayed for all to see
So dream a little, dream for me in hopes that I'll remain
And cry a little, cry for me so I can bear the flames
And hurt a little, hurt for me my future is untold
But my dreams are not the issue here, for they, the hammer holds
The hammer pounds again, but flames I do not feel
This force that drives me, helplessly, through flesh, and wood reveals
A burn that burns much deeper, it's more than I can stand
The reason for my life was to take the life of a guiltless man
So dream a little, dream for me in hopes that I'll remain
And cry a little, cry for me so I can bear the pain
And hurt a little, hurt for me, my future is so bold
But my dreams are not the issue here, for they, the hammer holds
This task before me may seem unclear
But it, my Maker holds
Reminded of this song by Gerald.
Reminded of alot of things.
*pensive*
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