haha. i think Dr Seuss is funnynice. apparently my dad thinks its a kiddy book. here's a nice long story (:
Did I Ever Tell You How Lucky You Are? by Dr. Seuss (:
When I was quite young
and quite small for my size
I met an old aman in the Desert of Drize
And he sang me a song I will never forget.
At least, well, I haven't forgotten it yet.
He sat in a terribly prickly place
But he sang with a sunny sweet smile on his face:
When you think things are bad,
when you feel sour and clue,
when you start to get mad...
you should do what I do!
Just tell yourself, Duckie,
you're really quite lucky!
Some people are much more...
oh, ever so much more...
oh, muchly much-much more
unlucky than you!
Be glad you don't work on the Bunglebung Bridge
that they're building across Boober Bay at Bumm Ridge
It's a troublesome world. All the people who're in it
are troubled with troubles almost every minute.
You ought to be thankful, a whole heaping lot,
for the places and people you're lucky you're not!
Just suppose, for example,
you lived in Ga-Zayt
and got caught in that traffic
on Zayt Highway Eight!
Or suppose,
just for instance,
you lived in Ga-Zair
with yoru bedroom up here
and your bathroom up THERE!
Suppose, just suppose you were poor Herbie Hart,
who has taken his Throm-dim-bu-lator apart!
He never will get it together, I'm sure.
He never willl know if the Gick or the Goor
fits into the Skruz or the Snux or the Snoor.
Yes, Duckie, you're lucky you're not Herbie Hart
who has taken his Throm-dim-bu-lator apart.
Think they work you too hard...?
Think of poor Ali Sard!
He has to mow grass in his uncle's back yard
and it's quite-growing grass
and it grows as he mows it.
The faster he mows it, the faster he grows it.
And all that his stingy old uncle will pay
for his shoving that mower around in that hay
is the piffulous pay of two Dooklas a day.
And Ali can't live on such piffulous pay!
SO...
He has to paint flagpoles
on Sundays in Grooz
How lucky you are
you don't live in his shoes!
And poor Mr. Bix!
Every morning at siz,
poor Mr. Bix has his Borfin to fix!
It doesn't seem far. It' just doesn't seem right,
but his Borfin just seems to go shlump every night.
It shlumps in a heap, sadly needing repair.
Bix figures it's due to the local night air.
It takes him all da to un-shlump it.
And then...
the night air comes back
and it shumps once again!
So don't you feel blue. Don't get down in the dumps
You're lucky you don't have a Borfin that shlumps.
And, while we are at it, consider the Schlottz,
the Crumple-horn, Web-footed, Green-bearded Schlottz,
whoose tail is entailed with un-solvable knots.
If he isn't muchly
more worse off than you,
I'll eat my umbrella.
That's just what I'll do.
And you're lucky, indeed, you don't ride on a camel.
To ride on a camel, you sit on a wamel.
A wamel, you know, is a sort of saddle
held on by a button that's known as a faddle.
And, boy! If your old wamel-faddle gets loose,
I'm telling you, Duckie, you're gone like a goose.
And poor Mr. Potter,
T-crosser,
I-dotter.
He has to cross t's
and he has to dot i's
in and I-and-T factory
out in Van Nuys!
Oh, the jobs people work at!
Out west, near Hawtch-Hawtch,
there's a Hawtch-Hawtcher Bee-Watcher.
His job is to watch...
is to keep both his eyes on the lazy town bee.
A bee that is watched will work harder, you see.
Well...he watch and he watched.
But, in spite of his watch,
that bee didn't work any harder. Not mawtch.
So then somebody said,
"Our old bee-watching man
just isn't bee-watching as hard as he can.
He ought to be watched by another Hawtch-Hawtcher!
The thing that we need
is a Bee-Watcher-Watcher!"
WELL...
The Bee-Watcher-Watcher watched the Bee-Watcher.
He didn't watch well. So another Hawtch-Hawtcher
had to come in as a Watch-Watcher-Watcher!
And today all the Hawtchers who live in Hawtch-Hawtch
are watchign on Watch-Watcher-Watchering-Watch,
Watch-Watching the Watcher who's watching that bee.
You're not a Hawtch-Watcher. You're lucky, you see!
And how fortunate you're not Professor de Breeze
who has spent the past thirty-two years, if you please,
trying to teach Irish ducks how to read Jivvanese.
And think of the
poor puffing Poogle-Horn Players,
who have to parade
down the Poogle-Horn Stairs
every morning to w ake up
the Prince of Poo-Boken.
It's awful how often
their poogles get broken!
And, oh! Just suppose
you were poor Harry Haddow.
Try as he will,
he can't make any shadow!
He thinks that, perhaps, something's wrong with his Gizz.
And I think that, by golly, there probably is.
And the Brothers Ba-zoo.
The poor Brothers Ba-zoo!
Suppose your hair grew
like theirs happened to do!
You think you're unlucky...?
I'm telling you, Duckie,
some people are mcuhly,
oh, ever so muchly,
muchly more-more-more unlucky than you!
And suppose that yo ulived in that forest in France,
where the average young person just hasn't a chance
to escape form the perilous pants-eating-plants!
But your pants are safe! You're a fortunate guy.
And you ought to be shouting, "How lucky am I!"
And, speaking of plants,
you should be greatly glad-ish
you're not Farmer Falkenberg's
seventeenth radish.
And you're so, so lucky
you're not Gucky Gown,
who lives by himself
ninety miles out of town,
in the Ruins of Ronk.
Ronk is rather run-down.
And you're so, so, so lucky
you're not a left sock,
left behind by mistake
in the Kaverns of Krock.
Thank goodness for all the things your'e not!
Thank goodness you're not somethign someone forgot,
and left all alone in some punkerish place
like a rusty tin coat hanger hanging in space.
That's why I say, "Duckie!
Don't grumble! Don't stew!
Some critters are much-much,
oh, every so much-much,
so muchly much-much more unlucky than you!"
good for you if you actually read the whole thing. Its kinda boring without pics...oh well.
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hellos. typed the above yest. hahaha...
today's national day celebration was boring.
I wanna go back to rgps.
oh. and this year.
the national day gift (for rgps)
is this pencil case (yes, again)
and among the pencil cases in the previous year(s)
this is the nicest.
cept for the part where there's this "national day" word.
it looked so out of place...
rawr.
and i threw away my flag.
matatoduo;
Was playing the piano yesterday when i saw the [Chronicles of Narnia] toy ( from MacDonalds) on the piano.
Then i thought about the time i watched it in Malacca during mission trip...was sitting beside Joycelyn...sis wasn't there though...
I remember when the children were talking to the beavers then they talked about Aslan ( the first mention of him in the show ) and then i asked Joycelyn who's Aslan. Right after that, one of the boy in the show went :"Who's Aslan?" Hah...
Actually come to think of it, i can remember quite clearly what happen during the whole mission trip. All the stupid things happening, like when Benjamin called John Pang and my name over the PA system (without asking the lady >.< )...all the funny things, like putting the hamster into Ben's pants...the bad times too...and especially the outreach (:
If i remember correctly, 127 people received Christ into their lives (:
oooh...i remember one of the outreach, i had to take this group of children. Most of them understood abit of English 'cept one. She understood only Chinese and 'though i practised preaching in Chinese at the word place already, i was still a failure -.- But later on, Jesse took over and the little girl accepted Christ as Lord (:
Oh! Oh! Oh! I still remember the other little girl from the Word Place. She was in Joyce's group but Joyce had to go act so i took over for awhile. Haha. Her name was Stephenie (: And she was really cute :D I still remember she was so amazed by the flying thingy made out of paper that they did as one of the activities. She told me she'll be going for the outreach at "i forgot where" but i didn't see her ): Oh well.
Lotsa things happened during the mission trip...bad and good...mostly good...
Oh, i remember the cake shop near the hotel... :D :D
Super super nice. i miss it all...
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Ya' know what. When i grow up, i'm gonna open a pet shop. I'll buy myself a Golden Retriever and a West Highland Terrier. Maybe a Cockel Spaniel too... (:
I want wheelies...>.<
matatoduo;