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January 2, 2010
Art Never Comes From Happiness 268

During my second day in KL, we shopped till drop.
It's nothing but shopping all day, since it's the last day to shop, why not splurge a little?
of course, i was satisfied with the stuffs i bought.

totally orgasmic this time.
i wasted 700 RM, all my money. But it was worth i think.

after i got home from the plane, totally tired.
my grandma and auntie was at home during that time.

absolutely too happpy for words, i'm FORGIVEN*
muahhahaha..
i can sleep well now, i can rest well
it feels as if i'm feeling light, thnk you new year
love you man!
suiit suiit!!

here's a joke to cheer everyone up

Onions and Christmas tree jokes(Not 4 kids)

A family is sitting around the supper table. The son asks his father, "Dad, how many kinds of breasts are there?
The father, surprised, answers, "Well, son, there are three kinds of breasts. In her twenties, a woman's breasts are like melons, round and firm. In her thirties to forties, they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit. After fifty, they are like onions."

"Onions?"
"Yes, you see them and they make you cry."

This infuriated the wife and daughter. So the daughter said " Mom, how many kinds of penises are there?"
The mother, surprised, smiles and looks at her daughter and answers, "Well dear, a man goes through three phases. In a man's twenties, his penis is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his thirties and forties, it is a birch, flexible but reliable. After his fifties, it is like a Christmas tree."
"A Christmas tree?"

"Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only!"


Distance hearts when rejoined as one,may find the light within
6:15 AM.