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M begs to differ ii

January 24, 2007

 After M found out about me quoting…

Moomoo is evil
It rhymes with devil
Laughing like a monster
Wait I’ll throw you into a dumpster

So here it goes:

Moomoo’s Daily Routine

Moomoo’s definitely not studying
While I am thinking of sleeping
As the day goes passing
Moomoo’s still slacking

Bit of bit the dawn is cracking
As Moomoo realised that its morning
Rushes to the toilet to begin her brushing
To prepare for a new day of slacking

The day ends with Moomoo slacking
Rushes home to begin Tv watching
Soon begins her eating
While thinking of dancing
But what happened to the studying?

After dancing
Moomoo decides to do some light sleeping
Light sleeping slowly turned in loud snoring
Which in turn woke up the kid napping
In her fid, kid takes her camera and began photo taking
Of what appears to be a pig snoring

THE END

Cute isn’t it? ^^

Okay, so I was wrong yeah? You can be a poet too! Lol!!!

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M begs to differ

January 24, 2007

This is a cute contribution by M:

Moo likes pink
She sings punk
I like blue
It rhymes with clue

-~-

Moo is always playing
When she should be studying
Spends the day, dreaming
Of AuditionSEA dancing

Haha! This brought wrinkles to my eyes 😉

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you

April 7, 2006

I miss you so much
It's overwhelming me
Imagining you in touch
Though it's hardly to be

I wish I could hear you
I wish I could see you
But all I had of you
Only in dreams of you

I wish I could tell you
Yet I wish I didn't have to
I wish you would know
Just by my little hello

I don't know why
I feel as if it's a lie
That it's just a fantasy
Not my feelings truly

I tried to forget
But there you appeared
Again and again in fact
In dreams so weird

Tell me it's just my wishful thinking
Tell me that I'm just having weird dreams
Tell me it's nothing important

I don't know how to phrase this
I kept having dreams of you
Regardless of whether I thought of you before I slept

Am I truly dreaming?
Or are you really someone to me?

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bye D-X; bad

February 25, 2006

As much as I’m crestfallen that it’s gone
As much as I’m upset
As much as I know I can’t do anything but moan
As much as I know everything seems dead

I have to move on.

It’s so ironic. I had hoped to keep them all up online for fear of losing them in their actual hardcopies, the ones in my laptop. I had hoped they would stay there safe for me to look back into. I had hoped.

Reality has it that even machines have lifespans of their own. Even machines die. So, what more can I expect?

Should have just kept them all recorded in .txt form, regardless of being online or not.

Sigh.

Guess I’ll put up in here anyway. This time I’d better keep a local record too. None can predict the future.

Speaking of predictions, I had a bad premonition regarding what my yesterday was going to be like. There was just this foreboding that yesterday wasn’t going to go smooth. Why?

  • I didn’t have this feeling that I’ll see my writing tutor 
  • I didn’t have the exact excitement expected for the workshop
  • I didn’t have the exact happiness expected for shopping
  • I didn’t have the exact enthusiasm expected for the meeting

It was all so surreal. Everything came crashing on me. They were all indirect intuitions but they really hurt me big time. Friday really had me down the gallows big time. And it wasn’t even Friday the 13th.