Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed. To and fro they went Thro' my garden bower, And muttering discontent Cursed me and my flower. Then it grew so tall It wore a crown of light, But thieves from o'er the wall Stole the seed by night. Sow'd it far and wide By every town and tower, Till all the people cried, "Splendid is the flower!" Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed. And some are pretty enough, And some are poor indeed; And now again the people Call it but a weed.
White Flower.
Saturday, March 18, 2006:
A moment that stored safely in my mind
A wonderful memory worth to be written on a paper with my own hand...





I am sorry the writing was bad, since i wrote on the bed n right before i sleep...


Yang blogged on 12:00 pm

M. Khalil Imran
March 20, 2006   08:04 PM PST
 
This is by far the coolest kinda entry I ever seen.
KiRA
March 19, 2006   07:36 PM PST
 
Awww, shucks ^^ You're most welcome, Han Yang, glad we surprised you =)

I was as nervous as Stan about you finding out. If you noticed, I keep calling you guys to move to the front and take a seat and all. And all that was just to prevent you from going to the back! XD
Stanleyawberry @ Ithong
March 18, 2006   04:10 PM PST
 
And btw, I was scared shit that you would notice the cake and figure everything out before we could even surprise you. Phew. Guess my cheap tactic worked, ha-ha.
Stanleyawberry @ Ithong
March 18, 2006   04:08 PM PST
 
Awww...you're most welcome, Yang Yang . Friendship is the next best thing after family, ain't it?

I always believe so. ;) Glad we made your day!
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