This has got to be one of the stupidiest injury I've ever had and its probably the most serious of all.
I'VE INJURE MY LEFT PINKY! HOW TO PLAY GUITAR!!! Yes. You've read it right. Some dumb security uncle go off the dumb escalator while I was on it going up. The dumb thing suddenly stopped moving and I lost my balance falling forward. AND I landed on my pinky 1st. How nice isn't it? !@#$%^! I just hope it'll be ok ASAP!
Gah. Anyway, went to look for the black T-shirts with Wan. We are just a couple of hyperactive, totally mad guys today for some reason. Basically we're just babbling nonsense and Lol-ing all the way. I think fasting really makes us crazier. Got the shirts at Fareast. We were crazy enough to talk cock with the sales girl till she go "Eh you're friend ok anot?" to Wan. Then we went over to art friend to find some arcylic paint for the shirts. Bought purple for Jason, white for Yk, Wan's yellow(Wan the bear) and me red. Now we've got a problem. Still don't know how to design and write the words on the shirts. Scared to make mistake. Heh. =>
Yay, borrowed 3 books, thanks to Wan. He goes around the library scanning his IC at the fine payment machine over and over again. How fun is that. You should try it too.
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Saw this at a website. Kinda nice. Enjoy.
The Branding Iron
Love, a fleeting memory in time,
A scattering of barren desert sand
A poem, beyond reason, lacking rhyme
She's fool's gold... slipping through an empty hand
She brandishes an iron whose lava flows
To rivers that by nature surely part
Alone each one emits a fainter glow
Why has love stamped her cross upon my heart?
She masquerades as crucifix or crown,
distinguishes herself as the hand of fate.
She claims your heart when your defense is down,
then changes fast her name to that of Hate.
