The Moving Finger writes, and having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all your tears wash out a Word of it.

The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam - Quattrain 71.

Friday, September 10, 2004

vhae aolbsytul on iaed thaw im digon esthe dyas! neeb sclakgin ym soootpid sas fof! haiz. so gnnoa ide rfo pelmirs la! yhw ma i awlsya kiel hatt?!? cnat snatd lmsfey seotmiems! grrr.
(try to make sense of it)

del : u twit! i got bruises now all tnks to u la! seriously sufffocated meeeee! the only pain u felt was the stooooooopid pain in ur stomach cos ur laughin too hard at me. thanks ah! i shall nv let u step into my room again. ahhas. next time rem to check if ct is cumg over to play or study man. today was a super unproductive day la! ahahah. dun play too much rune yeah! stop being so bimbotik as well.

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