Sunday, October 01, 2006

Yestereday morning was good weather.
I went to the playground to study.

But the sides was blocking the wind which defeated the purpose
of coming out. So i sat on the floor outside my house.
It was damn windy and fresh.

Suddenly this super huge ant ran across my book.
And it runs super fast okay. Like, zzrmsh and its gone.
Then it kept running aorund and i got really pissed.
So i use my slipper at hit it. It died.


After awhile, this group of small ants came marching by.
Then they life the dead body of the big ant and carry it
around. Wahliao. Veh disgusting.

Than the whole bunch of small ants march around all over
on my book and around me.
I gave up and went back into the house.


Then later at church i see Cedric looks so super cute.
Hes wearing the long robey thing and his hair is all spiked.
ARGH i wanna hug him.

Later we go for dinner for Mama's (grandmother) birthday.
















PeiXian looked damn pretty.
Shes a air stewardess.

Peixian: Alot of the airstewardess cannot make it man.
Difong: they fat ah.
Peixian: no lah. The uniform no matter how fat will still make you
look felumsious.
Difong: Like you?
Peixian: No lah. Got alot very not pretty one.
Difong: They you never find pilot ah.
Peixian: Aiyah, they all super old one.
Defong: then find the youngyoung one lah.
Peixian: they all traniee one lah. no bao zheng they become pilot.
anyway they all stress until hair drop.
Difong: (mutter) picky.

















I was trying to get a picture of her.
But she kept shouting MANDA CAMERA HAVE FLASH!
And then she almost cry.
Shes damn scared of flash see.

So she hide her face liddat and i took away the flash.
















Me and my Papa.
















That the only picture i have with his face.
The rest all he use his hand cover.
Veh irritating.

















The little man.



THE WIND RUSHING THROUGH THE GRASS
THE THRUSH IN THE TREETOPS
AND CHILDREN TUMBLING IN SENSELESS MIRTH
STIR IN US A BRIGHT FAITH IN LIFE.

Somehow when i read this it gives me a warm fuzzy feeling.

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