Castle On A Cloud

There is a castle on a cloud,
I like to go there in my sleep,
Aren't any floors for me to sweep,
Not in my castle on a cloud.

There is a room that's full of toys,
There are a hundred boys and girls.
Nobody shouts or talks too loud,
Not in my castle on a cloud.

There is a lady all in white,
Holds me and sings a lullaby,
She's nice to see and she's soft to touch,
She says, "Cosette, I love you verymuch!"

There is a place where no one's lost,
There a place where no one cries,
Crying, at all, is notallowed,
Not in my castle on a cloud.


Beautiful song if you ask me. How can a boy sing like an angel? I asked myself that while I listened to the whole of the Les Miserable CD repeatedly.

More importantly,
is there any place you will want to be when you are asleep?
And if that place has a room or a chest, what will be inside it?

Lack of creativity

Tired of the old blog skin and wanted to change one. I don't have as much skill as xiaxue nor do I have as much time as rabbitblood (=P) so I've decided to go with the oh-so-boring of using default templates. There was some problem with the tagboard (ie. spamming) and decided to get rid of it. Any comments please do so at the end of each entry (if anyone's interested).

Played badminton with a few of my colleagues over the weekend and that's about all the exercise I got for the last week. Haiz. Growing fatter each day. Heard that these guys wanted to sabo me and get me drunk during the Company's D&D. Heh. I escaped. Hahaha...

39 colleagues remaining from my batch. Wonder how many will be left after a year? Happy belated 1 month anniversary to all my batch's people.

Pain

Pain is a good thing. It lets you know that you are live.

Yesterday, I suffered a dislocated shoulder as I tried to perform a tennis smash a la Sampras. The pain came immediately though the realization that I had a dislocated shoulder came much later when I discovered that instead of a nice roundness at the joint where your arm and shoulder connects, I had a caved-in crater there. So, my arm was then attached to my shoulder with only tendon, nerves, fats and skin. It did not seem that amazing to me then though.

I DIY-ed the injury and pushed (gently) the bone back into the socket. I really do not know how to describe the feeling when the bone is back in place so I would suggest those who are really curious to experience it first hand for yourself.

Like all good things in life (depend on how you see it), it is not good to have too much of it though.

Ouch.