a question

Requirement: a laptop.must be a latest,decent model,preferably with a DVD-RW,Windows Vista and well souped up

Explanation: fed up by jostling of 1 com by 4 people, and hearing of the benefits of 2 laptops in 1 house,I decided to have one of my own,and anyway we're adults and we need our stuff to be ever ready

Evaluation: it is probably effective against unauthorised MSN sign-ins. I have enough of seeing my fave contacts go online yet not being able to talk because some two faced busted is hogging the com. I also want to customise my com,something which is not always the case when 4 people are trying their darndest hardest to bump each other off com. also good for late night MSN-ing,something which has not been do-able
Unfortunately the drawback is that of 'envy',something which can be solved by sis having a laptop when she goes on to university. now 3 people jostling for the com is still troublesome,so why not I have one for myself. 2 left but that means I'll pull out my com stuff into my own wonderland and leave my bro to blame dad for leaving him to out-bid each other. excuse me,as a young adult i've enough of jostling with people for the com as if we're little kids and the com as an evil tool as percieved by my tech-unsavvy dad and 'secessionist' claims as seen by my 'tech-savvy' bro.

Example: gaming can then be done,without my bro trying to peek into my com or worry about anything

3 months

can we wait?

that's how difficult it is to keep everything from falling apart. time flies by so fast,and by then it's another sorry situation as you wished your nightmare isn't over when it is.

all because it was so traumatic

love poem

I do not claim to be even aiming for NUS FASS,but I'll try writing a poem,because I'm simply bored

Love
a sweet story
that swift moment
when you've had a brush
with your eventual crush
the first impression
soon led to expression
of a hope to be together

Love
a sour grape
the only gripe
if you don't have one
you long for one
only to be dashed
when you pour grief
on the sour taste

Love
a bitter pill
a better man
or so we thought
as we fought
over many things
and fret the thinks
of the 'other thing'

Love
a spicy sauce
adding the spice
at whatever price
repressed it flares
excess it bares
the very soul painted
by the tainted

Love
so fragile
amazing that chatter
would shatter dreams
you split apart
but glued again
adding to the blues
that led to the boos

Love
so sturdy
go steady
making a promise
breaking it soon after
freaking out
too late
you tempted fate

Love
for a while
it lasts that long
as fast as it goes
you tried to build
like a tower
it only wilts
like a flower

Love
for ever
everlasting
a perpetual feeling
eternally reeling
from the side effects
of being by your side
for better or for worse


Love
a funny thing
a sober truth
so unpredictable
yet so predictable
it's in fashion
leads to passion
for something...special

I think my poetry skills suck.all for being an ex-lit student.maybe I haven't wrote poems all my life,or i'm really unsuitable for lit

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