:: The Stars in The Eyes ::
The wind knocks on the window
over the room as small as me
Twinkling stars so beautiful
Filling the room with love tt cant be seen
Eyes so blurry with tears
Like those stars embroided in my eyes
Too hurt for my legs to walk
For this is never meant for me
Caressing my wound gently
Embracing me to sleep
For the next day I will just keep on smiling

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Tuesday, June 26, 2007

My Slave

Hah i was betting with a fren that whoever reach home the slowest, the later one will have to be the slave to the earlier one


So i got a new slave =)



Don noe whether should announce his name but i tink nickname shld be ok. So we shall call him Bear2.


Bear2 is a senior graphic designer for a magazine firm and his very well-versed in blogs and webpages so tts how my stars at the side starts to bling .. he made them shine for me =)



Thanks bear2



Maybe i can disclose this person at the end of 1 week after he has served finished his slave sentence for tt 1 week starting from today.


The slave must serve the master for a week on the internet cannot grumble and cannot complain and must help the master in whatever things the master requires over the net (ex. finding documents and doing researches or data entry) Im still tinking shld get him to wash my toilets?


The slave can only sleep after the master have gone to bed after logging out from msn and can only do his own things after the master is soundly asleep


Master is not allowed to scold Slave for any reasons .. only can whack and no arguements allowed


So .. Sorry Bear2 no clubbing for a week =D

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