Wednesday, June 04, 2008

1st verse
They told him don't you ever come around here
Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear
The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear
So beat it, just beat it

2nd verse
You better run, you better do what you can
Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man
You wanna be tough, better do what you can
So beat it, but you wanna be bad

Chorus
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky strong is your fighter
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it

3rd verse
They're out to get you, better leave while you can
Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man
You wanna stay alive, better do what you can
So beat it, just beat it

4th verse
You have to show them that you're really not scared
You're playin' with your life, this ain't no truth or dare
They'll kick you, then they beat you,
Then they'll tell you it's fair
So beat it, but you wanna be bad

Chorus
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky strong is your fighter
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Chorus
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky strong is your fighter
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it

Chorus
Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky strong is your fighter
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Chorus
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky strong is your fighter
It doesn't matter who's wrong or who's right

Chorus
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky strong is your fighter
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Chorus
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky strong is your fighter
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat itBeat it, beat it, beat it


This song really retro, man... If you're around my age, say when you're in primary school in 1982... Then you will know this song. Never mind so much if MJ is a black or black- turn-into-white, still the King of Pops is really something, huh?

There is a couple of jokes about MJ, just share with you peeps...

What is the common thing MJ and a Styrofoam?
The ans is: Both are plastic and dangerous for kids to play with.

Which singer keeps on looking for his pen when he is singing?
MJ, cos' he keeps on saying 笔 leh... 笔 leh....

Yank, cold joke...

Okay, let's move on before it gets too cold....

Lately been down on luck, not so smooth in doing my business. But that's okay cos' I know very well success doesn't comes easy. What comes easy goes easy too. At least I got more time to spend with little momo. Earlier on, momo was crying and I was carrying her in my arms. I really dun know what she wants. Her hands keep on pointing here and there. I was asking her "You want this?" "You want that?" "What you want then?" She points to the syringe, so I thought she was feeling thirsty. I feed her with like... 10 times water using the syringe. She was laughing and she seems to enjoy drinking water like that. I mean as long as little momo doesn't cry and she enjoys it, what's there to stop? And so I let her do what's she enjoy. A while later, she doesn't want to use the syringe anymore. She continue to point her finger at the table... I really doesn't know what she wants exactly. She keeps on ahh...ahh... then shake her head, shake her hand... then ahh... ahh... again. It was so hard to know what she is trying to tell you...

Then at last I know what she wants... She is feeling hungry and she wants milk...

She knows milk is on the way and she lie down on the mattress herself and look at me. Momo is getting smarter, huh?

I give her another 3 months before she can speak a complete simple sentence. Now she can utter words, not so clear but still audible. "Papa cupppp!" "Papa bag!"

Haha...

Sometimes I feel like want to laugh when I witness momo how she play by herself. She will carry this toy of hers from one place to another, then she will throw it in front of you onto the floor. If not, she will carry her soft toy and then give it to you. Then she want it back from you again.

It's getting late and tomorrow I need to get up early for work...

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