HaPPy ChiEnEsE NeW yEAr

Please Don't Read This Poem

Please don't read this poem.
It's only meant for me.
That's it. Just move along now.
There's nothing here to see.

Besides, I'm sure you'd rather
just go outside and play.
So put the poem down now
and slowly back away.

Hey, why are you still reading?
That isn't very nice.
I've asked you once politely.
Don't make me ask you twice.

I'm telling you, it's private.
Do not read one more line.
Hey! That's one more. Now stop it.
This isn't yours; it's mine.

You're not allowed to read this.
You really have to stop.
If you don't quit this instant,
I swear I'll call a cop.

He'll drag you off in handcuffs.
He'll lock you up in jail,
and leave you there forever
until you're old and frail.

Your friends will all forget you.
You won't be even missed.
Your family, too, will likely
forget that you exist.

And all because you read this
instead of having fun.
It's too late now, amigo;
the poem's nearly done.

There's only one solution.
Here's what you'll have to do:
Tell all your friends and family
they shouldn't read it too.

Today I Decided to Make Up a Word

Today I decided to make up a word,
like flonk, or scrandana, or hankly, or smurred.
My word will be useful and sound really cool;
a word like chindango, or fraskle, or spewl.

My friends and my teachers will all be impressed
to learn that I've made up a word like extrest,
or crondic, or crambly, or squantion, or squank.
Whenever they use it, it's me that they'll thank.

They'll call me a genius and give me a prize,
repeating my word, be it shimble, or glize,
or frustice, or frongry, or frastamazoo,
or pandaverandamalandamaloo.

You'll see it on TV shows one of these days.
They'll use it in movies. They'll put it in plays.
They'll shout it from rooftops! The headlines will read,
"This Kid Has Invented the Word that We Need!"

I'll make up my word, and I'll share it with you,
and you can tell people from here to Peru;
the old ones, the young ones, and those in between...
as soon as I figure out what it should mean.

Ini minggu ketiga ari persekolahan........

AKU sbnarnya paling benci bangun pagi sebab aku akan menjadi double malas pada waktu ptg! Sbb tu ak tak suka bangun pada waktu pagi!

Tapi apakan dayaku, kerana ak telah berjanji dgn ibu ak bahawa ak akan belajar bersungguh2 utk PMR kalau ak dapat pelajari bahasa jepun!

Ak berasa sungguh gembira pada hari sabtu lepas! kena ibuku telah mendaftar ak di pusat tuisyen tersebut! Ia bagai impian menjadi kenyataan! Saya bercita - cita utk pergi ke jepun semenjak saya 10 thn.

Saya sangat menyukai jepun ( ia boleh digelarkan sbg obses or fobia)

Utk pengetahuan anda, pagi tadi saya blajar sejarah form3. ia membincangkan ttg negara jepun menjajah negara kita! sepanjang pembelajaran saya berasa sungguh marah dan melepaskan geram pada

penolong ketua kelas! ^_^

by de way, ari ni ada latihan taekwando (hijau1) saya sungguh letih kerana semalam latihan kawad kaki rmh merah telah menebebkan kejang di lutut saya! tapi lutut saya dah semakin okey!

gambar di atas tu......

abang e saya tangkap ketika di rumah atuk saya d manjoi pada hari raya pada 2007! tolong doakan alfatihah pada atuk saya yg meninggal pada 06.5.08 pada ari peperiksaan pertengahan tahun di sekolah saya berlangsung. saya terpaka tabahkan diri ketika membuat peperiksaan berlangsung.

My Elephant is Missing

I cannot find my elephant.
He must have run away.
He isn't on the sofa
where he promised he would stay.
I've looked around the living room,
the kitchen and the hall.

My elephant is missing
and I'm not sure who to call.
I'll need to get a bloodhound
who can track him by his scent,
or hire a house detective
to discover where he went.

He isn't in the basement
or the attic or the yard.
You'd think, to find an elephant
would not be quite so hard.

Perhaps I'll make some posters,
and I'll offer a reward.
I'd make it more, but fifty cents
is all I can afford.

If you should see my elephant,
he answers to "Jerome."
Please tell him that I miss him
and I wish he'd come back home.

He knows the way. It's up the street
and down our garden path.
And next time I won't warn him
when it's time to take his bath.

I Went to the Barber

I went to the barber.
He cut off my hair,
which would have been great,
but he didn't stop there.

He slipped with his scissors.
He snipped with his shears,
and cut off my eyebrows
and both of my ears.

I jumped in my seat
causing several more slips;
he cut off my nose
and my cheeks and my lips.

With one final slip-up
he cut off my head,
and that is the reason
I ended up dead.

So kids, if your dad tells you,
"You need a trim,"
just pull out this poem
and show it to him.

As soon as he reads this,
I'm willing to bet,
that that's the last haircut
that you'll ever get.

I`m cute