There once was a puddle.
A rather large puddle, in fact. The puddle thought it was unbeatable. Any amount of ants, it could easily sweep away with it's powerful waters. The puddle was proud. No one could match it's power, so it thought.
But then one day the puddle woke up in the morning, only to find that it lost weight. 'Oh my, I need abbeton's weight gain powder!' But alas, a puddle has no hands, so it's impossible to hold the spoon to scoop out the powder. Pity.
'What do I do now? Why didn't it rain last night? I'm hungryy.' The puddle stared into the cloudless sky, only to be greeted with the scorching, extremely bright rays from his worst enemy-Uncle Sunny Sun. Usually Puddle's good friend Cloudy Cloud would block off Uncle Sunny Sun from Puddle, but today Cloudy Cloud was nowhere to be seen. How odd.
The hours went by. Puddle was now reduced to a little teardrop-sized puddle. He was at the brink of death. He wanted to write his will, but he had no hands to hold the pen. Pity.
But just then, Cloudy Cloud saw poor Puddle reduced to a little droplet, he was furious. He stormed over to block Uncle Sunny Sun from poor Puddle. Cloudy Cloud poured out some of his rain he was storing over the days to Puddle. Puddle was saved.
Yay puddle, good Cloudy Cloud!
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Okay shut up it's lame I know, I needed an excuse to update. XP
People suffering from paraskevidekatriaphobia have absolute fear on this date on the calender.
On this year of 2009, we are considered rather 'lucky' to have 3 times of Friday the 13ths: February, March and November. This event will occur again in 2015, 6 years from now.
Friday the 13th is a Western superstition, saying to bring bad luck and utter hell to anyone. How interesting.
The last occurence of this event this year is in fact, today: 13th of November, 2009. 13th November also marks the 54th birthday of Whoopi Goldberg and Jimmy Kimmel! However, 13 th November is a rather important date for one particular Malaysian pen-spinner.
This fellow Malaysian has been breathing oxygen from the Earth since 1995, and is now officially 14 years young. So what's in for this fellow in his 14th year?
'Prefectorial board.' immediately said the birthday boy. How enthusiastic, thought I.
I stared into the mirror, and finally decided not to be daft and talk to myself, because that's not really cool yo. So I wished myself happy birthday and popped myself into bed. If you're wondering why you couldn't call me at midnight, my phone was off. ;D Thank you all for your birthday wishes, it really means a lot to me.
Ahh, I feel old. LOL
there was a man. He loved the ocean. He put pictures of the sea everywhere. On his wall, on his desktop, on his phone. He enjoyed looing at the vast blue horizons, the beautifully coordinated ripples and waves of the melodious ocean. He especailly loved the part where the sea met the sky.
He always went to this particular site on the internet everytime he logged onto the net. It was a very blank site, nothing of particular much. In the centre there was a animated .gif of a beach. The children running on the white soft sand, the seagulls flying over them, the beautiful sandcastles decorated with seashells, the waves.
In the new year, he made a personal new year's resolution. To visit the sea. He had never felt the waves, the sandy paths, the prickly seashells ever in his life. He was confined to his house because of a certain contagious disease. But one day he went out. He travelled many miles to the end of the continent to reach the only seaside in the country.
He reached the seaside. To find nothing. No blue waters. No sandy beaches. No seashells. Just another stupid concrete jungle.
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