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Friday, June 19, 2009

♥ Robot Boy

This is a poem by Tim Burton, =D
Mr and Mrs. Smith had a wonderful life.
They were a normal, happy husband and wife.
One day they got news that made Mr. Smith glad.
Mrs. Smith would be a mom,
which would make him the dad!

But something was wrong with the bundle of joy.
It wasn't human at all,
it was a robot boy!
He wasn't warm and cuddly
and he didn't have skin.

Instead, there was a cold, thin layer of tin
There were wires and tubes sticking out of his head.
He just lay there and stared,
Not living or dead.

The only time he seemed alive at all
was with a long extension chord
plugged into the wall.

Mr.Smith yelled at the doctor,
"what have you done to my boy?
He's not flesh and blood,
he's aluminum alloy!"

The doctor sad gently,
"what I'm going to say
will sound pretty wild.
but you're not the father
of this strange looking child.
You see, there still is some question
about the child's gender,
but we think that its father
is a microwave blender."

The smith' lives were now filled
with misery and strife.
Mrs Smith hated her husband,
and he hated his wife.
He never forgave her unholy alliance:
a sexual encounter
with a kitchen appliance.

And Robot Boy
Grew to be a young man.

Though he was often mistaken
for a garbage can.

I R GRUMPY.
8:15 AM

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

♥ Colours

Okay listen up, to all that i know, my favourite colour is NOT purple >.>. And btw i don not have a favourite colour. i like ALL colour because i'm greedy selfish.

Okay maybe i lied, my ultimate favourite color is Blue, baby blue specificly. My blue pen ink,cover, black pen cover (lol?), my pencil box's eyes, my uhm favourite stuff animal BLUEY! =D

But anyways. here's my option on colours, obviously my fav color is blue some assume you like all blue things. NO of course NOT =_=

Colours I like On Stuff
1. Yellow on a car ( like bumblebee or a light yellow volkswagon slurrrr )
2. White flowers ( baby's breath, and some others i can't remember da names )
3. White, Brown, Black on dogs ( not all colors on ONE dog btw >< )
4. Baby purple or white clothes ( hehe )
5. Yellow on a cake ( CHEESE CAKE!! )
6. Green or pink leaves on a tree ( green for health or cherry blossoms x3)
7. Brownish hair ( hehe but i dun mind any colors, maybe not pink =\)
8. Silver ( as in the jewellry stuff)
9. Baby Purple ( in the paints you can mix)

Favourite Constast Colours

1. Red and Green ( santa elves look!! )
2. Yellow and Purple ( hehe looks like wo )
3. Black and white ( haha )
4. Yellow and Bloody Red ( slurrr)
5. White and anything X3

So I guess I like natural colors, um hard to explain what i like, well i dun like neon (expect at night glowyy *o* hahhahaha )

I R GRUMPY.
8:40 AM


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