Is a boring night.

I read about this "5 rules of effective writing" thing by Winston Churchill from some diaryland.
The advise goes like this.

1. Begin strongly.
2. Have one theme.
3. Use simple language.
4. Leave a picture in the reader's mind.
5. End dramatically.

Let's see how it goes on me...

I am a homosexual.
Yes, I am one of those weirdo.
To make it simple, you can call us gay.
"Danny, did you see my pink colour menstrual pills?"

Life Presentation.

I realized I can make at least 3 different people smile joyfully everyday...... effortlessly.


So am I living life?


=)

Innocent.

When am I seeing them again?

The uncommon me.

It is okay for me to be uncommon, I have the right, I have my own reasons.
Is the opportunity that I seek that counts but definitely not the wild unplanned blind dreams.
I refuse to live life like a slave, do what was told, eat what was fed, bumbled and dulled by the so called "Law of Life".
I want to take the calculated risks to dream and to build, to fail and to succeed, to earn my respect and give glory to God.
Yes I am greedy.
I desire both Solomon's wealth and a servant's attitude like what David does.
I wouldn't mind to barter a few minor mistakes for a life lesson.
I prefer the challenges of life to the guaranteed existence, the thrill of fulfillment to the stale calm of the ideal society.
Mistakes and failures suck big time but they complete my dignity.
I shouldn't cower before any master nor any threats, because I have a faithful God to be pleased.
It is my heritage to challenge, be loud and ambitious, fear and obey God, be observant but not necessarily have to follow, enjoy ripping what I had sowed, continue to be entertaining because my talent is so valuable, and I blend in the world to make a difference.
Tell myself that I will be the change that I want to see in the world.
Why not?
Then, I face the God bold and say,
"This is what I have done!"

How come Jianz know all the girl stuff??????

They are my sisters and my mom.

They are my cousin sisters and that's not even all of them.

And they are my mom's sisters.

So now you know why?

Square Root of Three.

I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three.

The three is all that's good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine.

For nine could thwart this evil trick
With just some quick arithmetic.

I know I will never see the sun,
Just like 1.7321
Such as my reality, a sad irrationality.

When hark, what is this I see?
Another square root of three.

Has quietly come waltzing by,
Together we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer.

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands.

Our square root signs become unglued
My love for you has been renewed.


- David Feinberg -

Hey you know what? I am about to update! =)