Tuesday, November 01, 2005
The beginning of the festive season.
And yes you wouldnt have thought i got Half day today... which probable didnt mean a hting to any of u guys . Effectively my half day means end at 5pm... goodness wat kinda half day is that? The only plus sign... manage to meet dear and go back home together.
the bloody construction manager takes home 30 000 a month goodness me... and he lives in orchard in a service apartment that costs 11 000 rental a month and he is given a Lexus Rx 300...
I tink i wanna be an expat too. maybe i could be a poet... but i been receiving complains frm haolun that he doesnt undertsand my poems? maybe i could try a haiku. rite here it goes...
And yes you wouldnt have thought i got Half day today... which probable didnt mean a hting to any of u guys . Effectively my half day means end at 5pm... goodness wat kinda half day is that? The only plus sign... manage to meet dear and go back home together.
the bloody construction manager takes home 30 000 a month goodness me... and he lives in orchard in a service apartment that costs 11 000 rental a month and he is given a Lexus Rx 300...
I tink i wanna be an expat too. maybe i could be a poet... but i been receiving complains frm haolun that he doesnt undertsand my poems? maybe i could try a haiku. rite here it goes...
Goose and Chicken,
both victims of the bird flu.
poor little birdies
both victims of the bird flu.
poor little birdies
I guess i am not that good with haikus so i gonna try a poem that rhymes.
Life as it seems by jiawei
Birds and the Bees,
Beauty and the Beast.
I could go on a feast,
Last but not least,
Give me a kiss.
If I have foul breath,
Don't complain to the Ref.
You might wanna read Macbeth,
To escape the cluthes of death.
In Sorrow in harmony,
In holy matrimony.
In peace we find Money,
In war we find honey.
Love is such a joy,
never to be treated like a toy.
Its warmth felt in a foil,
or even as hot as a coil.
Life was never meant to be,
As honey attracts the bees.
But once they attempt to kiss.
You're so gonna be pissed.
Birds and the Bees,
Beauty and the Beast.
I could go on a feast,
Last but not least,
Give me a kiss.
If I have foul breath,
Don't complain to the Ref.
You might wanna read Macbeth,
To escape the cluthes of death.
In Sorrow in harmony,
In holy matrimony.
In peace we find Money,
In war we find honey.
Love is such a joy,
never to be treated like a toy.
Its warmth felt in a foil,
or even as hot as a coil.
Life was never meant to be,
As honey attracts the bees.
But once they attempt to kiss.
You're so gonna be pissed.
hows da poem do leave ur comments.
