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Tuesday, April 18, 2006

What Luck

The man who is so cheerful at all times,
turns out to be a helpless baby when hearing of cholestrol and hypertension.
The journey that one hope to be filled with knowledge experience,
turns out to be a office-political, face looking experience.
The place that seems to be of serenity,
turns out to be snkes infested.
The road that will leads them home,
turns out to be a place where car almost brush into oneself.
The grasscutter that rids grasses of height,
turns out that will almost make one go blind. ™

you see, the man is my favourite supervisor.
The journey is my vacation job i'm now in.
The place is the path that leads down a stairs.
The road is the place people walks on.
The grasscutter sent something that hits near my eye, less then 1 cm by accuracy.

I SERIOUSLY HATES today.
It is rubbish.
Haha, can i name today after lousy day?
hmm...at least for me, i guess...

Blogged @ 8:06 PM
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