Saturday, August 26, 2006

exams are finally over. freedom alas. poly guys enjoy sec school dudes continue to slog ur guts out, hahaa. fridays are fun. cuz we play soccer in SP. its fun and guess wat?? i was the hero yst cuz i had to scale this bloody steep slope, climb a stupid tree, up its shaky branches to get the dirty ball down all thanks to xuan sheng. i had to risk my precious life to get it down. but i got it down anyway, so gracias. hahaa. went to queensway in the evening cuz zhili buy shoes den we wanna go print some soccer jersey. as usual, my number was 14, but i had a hard time snatching it from fabian. lol.

1 month of holiday, 1 month of freedom. that also means a month of hanging out and late nights. which then leads to long hours of sleep and then long hours of play. it goes on in a vicious cycle till it finally comes to 2 words.... Dead Boring.
too much fun can kill too. dont look down on it. all the energy and excitement and adrenaline build up will make you go mad, till you wanna stay at home and hide under ur warm blanket on ur cosy bed with the kiddy sheets and prints. hahaa.

one of my frens told me this short story and i decided to blog it out for you guys.
a lady was at the airport waiting for her flight to be called. she bought a bag of cookies, found a seat, took it and began reading her book. 2 seats away was a man and in between was the bag of cookies. the lady was so engrossed in the book that she kept eating the cookies. the man however was eating the cookies from the same bag too. the lady thought to herself, you're lucky i'm a good person, if not i'd have walked away. as time passed, both of them were still eating the cookies. anger was building in the lady till the last piece of cookie was left. the man took it, broke it in half, smiled and offered it to her. just nice, the announcer called for her flight. she glared at the man and stormed away. on the plane, the lady fumbled her bag for her book where she came across a bag, she took it out and it was a bag of cookies. oh no, i've been eating that man's cookies all along, and now i cant even apologise or thank him. the end.

the moral of this story?? to be generous to other people, even if it means sharing ur things with them, be it a friend or a stranger. go think bout it.

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by flamboyance @ Saturday, August 26, 2006