Today veri sian nth to do haiz pei jer again nth interesting happen..... everything is usual and nth interesting ever happened.......

As every single second pass.....
I realise that you are getting further.....
I miss these days where we use to talk and chat.....

Be it 1 year, 10 years, 15 years,or even 50 years ....
......I will.... still wait..... for you......

Wa Lao today the lesson damn boring lox wanna sleep liao Haiz nth to post le bb.......

I do not know where i am......
And i can`t find her......
I can onli hope....
the stars.....would guide me out of this forest.......
So as to see her again...... and see... her smile.....

Wah yesterday just came back from the camp wah sibei tired loh... i nvr bring sleeping bag cos i lazy then i sleep on the floor , damn hard then next morning my back aching......

The first day of camp like no one talking in the group cos all people differet class form into one group then whole day nvr talk sibei sian....... then second day got a few people talk then i follow loh then our teacher is Saiful. (He quite funny larx) then on tat day i do flying fox then my *TOOT* veri pain the belt clamp on my *TOOT*..... then later play others then finish liao

The third day we do the campfire rap then sleep le...... The last day go back home leh (yes!). The onli niceset breakfast is the last day de... the porridge damn nice XD On the way home go eat pastamania then play TZ then go home le.....

The sun reminds me of your warm smile......
The rain reminds me of you ignoring me.......
And everytime i could onli see you from afar......

I regretted i never cherished you before as i thought everything for granted............
I try to start afresh with you but ..... everything is too late..........
And i am sorry for hurting you....... i have never care for you before.......

A family is sitting around the supper table.
The son asks his father, "Dad, how many kinds of breasts are there?
The father, surprised, answers, "Well, son, there are three kinds of breasts.
In her twenties, a women`s breasts are like melons, round and firm.
In her thirties to forties, they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit.
After fifty, they are like onions." "Onions?"
"Yes, see them and they make you cry."

This infurated the wife and daughter so the daughter said."Mom, how many kinds of penises are there?"
The mother, surprised, smiles and looks at her daughter and answers, "Well dear, a man goes through three phases.
In a man`s twenties, his penis is like an oak tree, mighty and hard.
In his thirties and forties, it is a birch, flexible but reliable.
After his fifties, it is like a Christmas tree."
"A Christmas tree?"
"Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only!"