Here's a story of a girl,
Living in the lonely world,
A hidden note, A secret crush,
A little boy who talks too much.
Well, I'm standing in the crowd,
And when you smile I check you out,
But you don't even know my name,
You're too busy playing games,
And I want you too know,
If you lose your way,
I won't let you go.
If I cut my hair,
If I change my clothes,
Will you notice me?
If I bite my lip,
If I say hello,
Will you notice me?
♥♥♥
Sunday, November 30, 2008
祝你生日快乐
祝你生日快乐,
祝你生日快乐,
祝你生日快乐~
祝你生日快乐!
(sang in the tune of happy birthday)
Happy 19th Birthday homey the-oh-so-great Lim Chern Wei, who with his oh-so-awesome Chinese now knows what 失意 and 何谓 is! (: I wanted to write this post in chinese just so you can marvel at your own standard of chinese, but then again I figured its your birthday! and I shall be nice (my present to you).
Thanks for being such an awesome homey/taikor/willing exploitee (this is the one of very few times I'm gonne write/type/say it, so open your eyes big!); for the encouragements, efforts, arguments, debates, financial blah; for the starbucks green teas (which I have to say, cause of my green tea, it brought the girl to you), for Murnis and Williams and Shihlin's; for always picking me up and giving me rides; for the exams first aid kit (which my bro stoled the hundred plus); for keeping my secrets and secretly embarrasing moments which you sure have ALOT of (this also serves as a threat to remind you that if you spill any... aha!); for the crabs at ss2 that we never ended up having (why ah?); for all the gazillion mcflurries that noone else would even bother delivering! and last on the list but not last of what you've done, thanks for that toilet roll that is still not even half read (:
-lim chern wei, you're one year older-
-you, your shihlin, and your love of gyms-
-our other junk food sides big apple snowy!-
-my very pretty self and your poorly crashed car-
-THE toilet roll, one and only-
-results of exploitations: smuggling over the causeway-
Thank you and I love you Home! You rock my socks off eventho you're so far far away developing a British accent. Please bring home a hottie for me as my birthday present next year.
PS: this time I did not forget your birthday and faked it as Halloween.
PPS: if you know me well enough, you would know why there are no parcels down UK.
PPPS: the praises in the post expires after 23:59:59 on the 30th November 2008.
PPPPS: Happy birthday home.
♥ Jo 12:21 AM