HOKAY, i don't know why i'm so lazy to even type a word even if my insticnts tell me to.Well i'm back after a MONTH of not blogging, yes i have been busy, no Ellyas I have not been perming my hair if you a reading this.Let's move on. I made a new friend dear readers,ho ho she's so gonna kill meh for doing this but i don't care. Her name's Tysha,she's 15, she's a student of my dearly beloved orange headed science teacher at Sri Sarjana and she's suspected to have H1N1 =O HEH well at least i'm not bad mouthing about anyone aiy? hmm Tysha has this coloured hair (i presume it's orange) which is cool because you seldom see any orange head's in Kuching (except for the science teacher arerr) She's fun to chat with, a great pal,trustworthy and of course funny.She's always there when you need her to be.Hmm she's more like an angel trapped inside a 15 year old per say :P Okay now i sound as if i'm promoting her to the world (well basically i am -__-) so in this 32 minutes of thinking i made a loopy poem just to show how curly my mind is :D nah just kidding, i grabbed it from some website AHAHAHA.here you go!
A friend is like a flower, a rose to be exact,
Or maybe like a brand new gate, that never comes unlatched.
A friend is like an owl, both beautiful and wise.
Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost, whose spirit never dies.
A friend is like a heart that goes strong until the end.
Where would we be in this world if we didnt have a friend.
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