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im tired... 1 person do 3 person job... but no hab 3 person pay... haha... so tired... been so long since i slept really well... think is becos i dun really feel comfortable anyway liao... "the Lord is my Shepard, i shall not want. He leads me besides the still waters, He restores my soul" sheeps are v timid creatures... they wud only rest if they feel safe... only wif someone they trust... so they cannot rest unless the shepard is there 2 protect them... so we're suppose 2 trust the Lord 2 e extent... for me, i oso need a home, a santuary for my soul b4 i can really rest... (by the way, soul refers to the tots, emotions etc... thus animals haf souls 2... juz no spirit). i need someone i can rely on, lean on, for my soul 2 b able 2 rest.... pardon my incessant whining... cos im a incessant whiner... :)
anyway... my workplace got a new directive... abt avian influenza... if we find deceased poultry, we'll supposed to " pick it up wif a pair of tongs and put it in a plastic bag SLOWLY to prevent aerosolisation of bodily fluids"... then i start to imagine... a bird flying in the sky... 'o no, i needa crap! there's a car there 4 me 2 shoot at! on 2nd tots, i should find a nice big toilet to poop in so there'll b no "aerosolisation of bodily fluids"... dammit, now how do i wipe my arse? i've got no hands... gee... im not feeling so well... muz b e flu... now i'll find a place to land so i dun "aerosolise my bodily fluids"... uhh...'*splat* come on... if they died of bird flu, plenty of 'bodily fluids' in the area... besides, simple diffusion will cause the place to b infused with the H5N1 virus...(right?) juz blabbing, u dun haf 2 pay attention... meow...my angel, there is no woman like uu whose eyes are like the morning dewu whose laughter brings the sun to the snowswhose hands warm the coldest fortresswhose words soothe the savage beast withinwho is this that appears like the dawn,fair as the moon, bright like the sun,majestic as the stars in procession?come to me, my beloved,sweet is the rest in ur embrace- by j.c. with help from Songs of Solomon
the sky is dark, the rain falling. grievous, heart mourning... hey! im a poet n i din even noe it... lolz
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