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Baa baa Black sheep.......

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The image was goggled and taken from "http://www.hecklerspray.com/date/2007/11" Baa baa black sheep Have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir Three bags full. One for my master, One for my dame, And one for the little boy Who lives down the lane. One to the master, One to the dame, And one to the little boy Who lives down the lane. Baa baa black sheep Have you wool today? No sir, no sir I’ve given it away. A bag to my master, A bag to my dame, A bag to the little boy Who lives down the lane. One to the master One to the dame, And one to the little boy Who lives down the lane. Its been a few days since I wrote anything here. No, I did not go for BTN too ...hehe... The black sheep is back in town....Its not nice to label him that but its the most accurate words to describe him. By him I mean my elder brother. I don't know if I should write this at all. It is like opening a big dark secret to the public. But, this...

Sejarah mungkin berulang...

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(muke bile xshave seminggu) aku dah lame xjenguk akaun friendster aku...2 hari lepas aku bukak dan tuko primary photo....malam tu aku bukak lagi aku terkejut banyok beno comments, add and ade lak orang message....selame ni kalo dah lame xbukak pun xde sape pun add atau msg....tapi ape yang aku terkejut adelah sbb satu name yang aku nanmpak add aku......name yang sangat aku ingat.....Xgirl lame.....siap gambo dier ngan anak dier lagi.....memule aku terpikir jugak nak deny je tapi aku approve jugak....siap ade msg....ade ke leh tanye.."kenal lagi x?".... Memule aku xnak balas tapi lets bygone be bygone so aku reply le.....dan sakitnye ati aku reply sebab dier xreply balik dah...aku tgk status dier baru 24jam jadi mesti dier dah bace....HMMMM patutnye aku reject je....xde le aku terbukak bukak friendster setiap 2 jam nak tgk dier reply ke tak......

not that bad....

Ohhh today was not that bad...The students seem to missed me so much but I don't really shared the same feeling hihi...maybe a little... Last night I wrote a letter to the Head... I wrote it with caution and grace that it looks like a love letter...even printed it on a pale purple paper...and the envelope looks like a wedding invitation case.... I did not delivered it yet....The headmistress was so nice today that I just don't have the heart to wound her... below is the introduction of the letter.... what a shame I did not delivered it. * Dear Madam Headmistress, I am writing this letter as a mean of communication for me to convey the thought of mind that have been hunting my sanity for quite some time now. I cannot express what I feel verbally as I respect you so much and for me to ask a favour from you would be something that I am very shy off. I am sorry for not confronting you face to face and tell you directly as you are the nicest woman I ever met and ...

Cuban Cigar

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I remember getting the cigar from a friend....never remember how it tasted like...I had a puff or two then I kept it...somebody must have stole it.. Thank you for stealing it...

nice guys finish last

I heard this too often that it must be true. Does it really goes this way. Oh hmmm then I should not be the nice guy. People say nice guys are boyfriends materials and women always want to hang out with them but they never be her boyfriend because they will say "you are to nice". Yes I had been in that situation. 2003. The year where I met a beautiful lady when I was doing my practicum. There were four of us guys who wanted to woo her. At first I do not want to play in the game. The three practicum partners tried so hard to catch her attention that I was left behind in the teachers' room talking to no one. I stept up and get my engine running and went to them. I did not introduce myself. Then suddenly she asked everybody phone number. She asked mine too. I thought she was just being polite to me as she had asked the other three numbers. I gave it to her thinking that she would never called anyway. That night I recieved a message from her. She said she liked my tie. It was...