Dear Diary,
Let me try my hands on some poetry today.
The Gardener
Lugging a watering can,
Walking all over the sand.
So much so that I cannot stand.
My hands are so stained,
With the spade in hand.
My legs are all maimed.
Ever long was the day
So much so that I cannot stand.

Blazing sun above,
Barely shadowed by the many doves.
Still looking for love,
So much so that I cannot stand.
Standing by the ticket berth
Is a boring assignment which I had to come to terms.
Vanda Miss Joaquim,
Is not entirely full of germs.
Dendrobium and oncidium
Can never be compared to a single worm.
So much so that I cannot stand.

The gardener is so pathetic,
I hope he is a psychopathic.
Work in the day and sleep at night,
I hope he is a psychopathic.
He heard that he is cyrogenic,
But that was far too cheem.
I sure hope that he is psychopathic...

Shit lah what in the world am I writing...

2 more days to LOTR...YummmIE!!!