well what do u know

i'm posting more often than i said i would! haha.. well i slept at 5 yesterday, got woken up at 10. grr, 5 hours of sleep.. but surprisingly im not as sleepy as i thought i would be. nat came to my house today cuz chris had some appointment around here! haha, we played a few rounds of mahjong, i won all! =)

so then i went for the kuching preparations. balloon making! haha i used to do it with my family last time but kinda stopped, but i think i've still got it! haha.. dinner at macs, at too much fries, i feel oily. i had a hamburger, then got my own fries, than chin hao offered me some, then marianne made me eat hers. haha..

then was line dancing. kinda getting the hang of it i guess. i'm sorry i have long legs!

then just basically stoned around, almost everyone left except me jo and a few others. so was having quite a ncie talk with her. ya guess there isnt anything wrong with being emo. i mean a person who isnt emo can be considered as void of emotions right? haha.. but yeah we talked about quite alot of stuff, about the church and other stuff. dont worry jo, i promise i wont tell anyone about what u told me that u only told one other person. there's really nothing wrong in keeping your feelings to yourself, but i guess it could become unhealthy. i'm here as a friend if u need anyone to talk to! well thats if u dont mind haha (:

so while on my bus home i was just thinking of a poem so yup here goes:

Fatigue
We are here today for this solemn occasion,
For the sake of commemeration.
Of this certain human being,
Who spent all his time seeking.
Seeking a life of lost tranquility,
Seeking a life void of all worry.
He was dedicated to do this all his life,
He endured all trials of fire and strife.
He never gave up on his conquest,
And not even the the bleakest of tests.
For black is but a colour,
That reflects a time of the darkest hour.
Overcome this feeling to surge ahead,
Give up all comforts like breakfast in bed.
This man, he walked, all through this search,
With 2 companions, his bag and his birch.
He found what he was looking for, perhaps too late,
For when he collapsed, he said ,"Son, it is fate."
And so we learn that fate is what keeps us in place,
And lets us never stop this hasty pace.
Good luck my friends.