"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet."
-Plato-

Thursday, August 26, 2010

I am who I am.. Just that my class defines what is "I am"

Exactly.. if my class is so damm boring.. i will be too.. if the class is filled with monkeys.. i'm a monkey too.. monkey see monkey do...

Doing backstage...I love doing backstage... messing around while the curtains closed while the emcee is talking.. is priceless.. During the rehearsal today.. a few awesome friends from the mediatech group came over and help.. They suggested that we take the seats of the performers who are not coming.. so.. the band... i pretended i was playing the trumpet with Jig as the conductor.. The guitar.. i pretended i was Chyee Gin... Assidous.. i pretended i was fuzzy... =D It was great fun as it made an overal-ly boring rehearsal fun for the audience and us.. =D

So.. today's a poem about..You.. to all the girls out there who feel life is so miserable cos you cant compare to the chio bu sitting beside you.. =D

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Beautiful You.

You're UGLY if you think you are...
You're a TOMBOY if you think you are..
You're MISERABLE if you think you are..
You're FRANKENSTEIN if you think you are..

But to everybody's eyes..
You're beautiful.
Just the way you are..

You'll be beautifully Ugly..
You'll be a Sexy Tomboy..
You'll be a Pretty Miserable..
And you'll be a Petite Frankenstein..


Why am i saying all this?
cause' nobody is born perfect..

NOT YOU, NOT ME..NOT ANYBODY.

Perfection comes from your mind.
You'll be.. if your mind and heart is beautiful..

No flower is more beautiful than the Perfection of the Mind

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