wow, amanda like pavarotti...cool.. same as me... im no more so negative lol... keow tee scolded zaf for talking to Qh, I talked to her.. she happy le... well, sometimes a nice talk can solve the problem... Term 4 im doing well, im glad, hope i can get same class with ppl like tai fong, zi kang, james, cheuck, amanda, etc... those fun people... played chinese chess with bubble tea shop auntie... first 2 rounds i won!!! yeah.. then we play aeroplane chess, you know the throw dice, move steps, blah blah.. coz 4 ppl could play marhh.. play play play.. so fun.. lol next time must bring mask, all smokers sia.. nvm.. like i said, i dont mind sacrifising for friend and fun... just hoping to get more true friends then betrayers... i trust people too much, alot people said, anyway its like i used to help, but the blame is on me, so i gave up the class, i felt my class not very dependable. maybe alot people hate me or something, being with the auntie so fun, and her helpers too, and the neighbouring shop people... simple life, but fun... next year im gonna work there too!! btw we fed the stray cats too, with a tin of cat food for $1, we can feed 2 cats... i feel so happy, im the kind of guy that i will be happy just to see ppl smile.. i hate to see my parents fustrate with my cousin or me, or teachers dissapointed or nagging, ppl breaking down, i get uncomfortable too, but the class is hopeless, i cant make them or the teachers happy, so lets bring strangers happy, accompany them, they smile, play with the,, they laugh, joke with them, they giggles... so i met some new friends already... I'm going there everyday, just like few dollars, i can be happy, happy enough at least to cover my sorrows, bring joy and laughter to my heart... free my mind of frustration and troubles...

Pencil

I get shorter, each time you use me,
I can be found anywhere, even in White House,
On Bush's desk.
Whether you're a newbie or an expert,
when you draft, you need me,
when you draw, you need me,
I am glad,
Won't regret,
Not that I wanna die fast,
You got your job done first,
Then, when my time on Earth has come close to the end,
I finished the last stroke,
I turned blunt, short, and broke
I leave Earth,
But not Earth,
She does not,
She frames up my work,
On the museum wall,
She admires it,
Just like one I did,
The painting of La Monalisa

Poetry could be on anything, be it small as pencil, or big as White House.
I did this, to tell people to treasure things around you.
Hope you like it, comment and correct my mistakes...
*smiles*