a pigz life

2009-04-27T06:21:00.000-07:00

Wow that was a long time. Ok I'm just here to post these random CAP essays, in hope of professional help. Ohpleasepleaseplease you must help me I completely see the need to make my essays more cheem or else I get attached to a mentor and she/he's gonna 'peng san'. So anyone who visits this dead blog, please give constructive critism. NO PRAISES ALLOWED. Example if you read a sentence and you think, hey, I think (so-and-so-vocab-word) fits in just nice, PLEASE TELL ME. I SERIOUSLY REQUIRE PROFESSIONAL HELP. Ok that's all enjoy and please help meeeeeeeeeeeee. Aligato Gozaimasu. (bobble-head) wheet-whoot.

The Long Road

My name is Mac.

I remember running the first few miles of my life like a seasoned marathon runner, only slowing down to hydrate myself. Running alongside me was inevitably, time, who had bronzed legs of steel, which did not buckle under any terrain and weather conditions.

There were instances that I overtook time, by half a kilometre or so, but ultimately, I lost the battle and he enveloped me, sucking my youth, but gave me something I never bargained for.

Before I had contracted cancer, I had been a fresh, astute, macho policeman who stood proud in his crisp uniform, pledging to protect the world from everything. However, after a few years in the job, I had seen all the evils I wanted to see. It was devastating; to see youthful teenagers wasting their life on petty crimes, and grown-up, mature men doing things that defied my moral code of conduct. I flushed my troubles away with a few jugs of beer and tendrils of smoke.

My youth crept away from me silently, leaving traces of clues: silvery hair amongst the chestnut and wrinkled skin. Then, when I was forty-five, I began having the symptoms. While chasing thieves, I had to stop to take many a breather. There was even this night that I was reduced to coughing up blood in the toilet.

When the symptoms persisted, Maura, my wife, had persuaded me to go to the doctor. I had gone, obligingly. That was when my nightmare began.

The doctor was baffled by my condition and referred me to the specialist at the hospital. His diagnosis - I had small-cell lung cancer, and my chest x-ray and biopsy confirmed it. Apparently, my smoking habits had caused it.

So I reluctantly stripped off my policeman suit, my rusty badge, as well as a dozen police attack equipment, and stepped into a lime green patient’s attire, cuffed on a thin paper identification tag, and booked a bed. As I lay on the duvets, I would ponder about the uncertainties of the future, like would I live to tell the tale, or would I die before I could live my life to the fullest?

And whilst I lay there, time inexorably caught up with me. My life came to an almost standstill. My life journey had reached a path with mountainous slope and treacherous edges, and I know I just might fall before I had reached the end.

The end, where there would be a vermillion ribbon, and supporters and old friends greeting and meeting me, and when I crossed that finishing line, I would disappear into a blinding light, to be whisked away to another world. Then, I would think of Maura and my three kids, their face filled of lines etched with worry, and I would come back to reality. I had to survive this cancer.

As time slipped away unconsciously, I began to become more and more dependant on the nurses. The unspoken “Florence Nightingales,” facilitating me in the most personal things, without the slightest tinge of embarrassment.

Whenever Maura brought the kids, I would see them as a reflection of my childhood. And oh, how nice it would be to smell the lovely flowers, and to taste the aromatic flavour of food and letting it slide down my throat effortlessly. How nice it would be to feel hair atop my bald head!

Maura, after six months of harsh battle with my cancer had elapsed, was now an emaciated, weary old lady. She gave me a strained smile, and squeezed my feeble hand. “You’re going to make it through,” she whispered. I could hear choked tears in her throat, and her eyes reflected light. She turned away, then bent over and kissed my bony cheek and left. I could hear her wailing along the corridor. I wanted to be devoid of feeling, but I felt a sense of grief riddling me.
I was such a burden to the family, spending off our hard-earned savings on medical bills. I agonisingly lifted my head, and saw the intravenous solutions being dripped into my veins via a tube. There was also the oxygen mask. Was I really willing to sacrifice myself for my family’s future? I did not know yet.

Barbara, one of my nurses, came in to check on me. A certain sense of guilt engulfed me, and when she stooped down for a quick equipment check, I wheezed into her ear, “Mercy…for God’s sake, please just let me go.”

She nonchalantly gave me a quick glance, and replied, “No can do. I got a job to do here.”

Her hands flew through the various equipment, but rested on the oxygen tube. Was she going to pull it? Was she going euthanise me? I braced myself. Alas, she tightened the tube to the apparatus, and paced out. I was dismayed.

The first time I had ceased to breathe, I saw myself rounding a perilous bend. I saw the finishing line, looming close ahead. Then, some force pulled me back and I found myself back on Earth. The nurse-in-charge had pressed the “code blue” button and a professional group of doctors and technicians had resuscitated me. I wished they would just let me slip away, into oblivion.

Yet, after fifty-two times of resuscitation, I gave up. No amount of words could describe my suffering, and no amount of painkillers could ease it. My immobility only caused more discomfort. I was an empty shell, just surviving on pounds of medical equipment. Life was meaningless; what was the point of surviving so long when you are eventually going to die? I was an albatross around my family’s neck, and a disappointment to myself.

A calm morning, I had my eyes shut tight, fervently hoping to slip into a coma. Then, I heard a band of resonating footsteps. Is it death, here to haul me off? I struggled to open my eyes, and moaned as I saw Barbara’s familiar silhouette.

“Pain…no more…Barbara…do something…God, let me go.”

My tears grouped in my eyes and a thin line of tears rolled down my sunken cheek. Perhaps my pleading eyes must have struck a chord within her, for she hesitated before injecting my pain medication.

“I stop,” she told me.

And I took her word for it. I closed my eyes and saw the crossing line. Both sides of my lane where full of enthusiastic supporters, and they were waving colourful banners. It was a sight to behold. I muttered thanks to Barbara, and crossed the finishing line.

The long road ends here.

Mid-Term Break

My father was a reserved person. He never let out any emotions, much rather bottling them inside him. In Physics we learned about pressure. Extreme high pressure could cause things to explode. Father exploded with such an earthly tremor upon receiving the big blow, crying instead of bottling up the tears in his typical fashion. Mother appeared stronger with anger in her stride, opting to squeeze and unsqueeze her hands with period sighs.

When I had arrived home in Jim Evans’ car, Father, a lonesome figure was hunched on the porch. Father raised his head, saw me, and continued to bury his head in his hands crying soundlessly with grief. His eyes were red and puffy from hours of unremitted crying. I bowed my head as a sign of respect, while also not wanting to witness Father’s behaviour.

Jim Evans pushed open our front door with his burly hand. “It was a hard blow,” he managed to whisper, and led me into the main hall. Instead of the atmosphere of love and coziness, it became a place where unknown relatives had gathered, lingering with the bitter taste of death. In a corner of the room however, Nadine was gurgling, obviously a contented baby. Mr Conners stood up unsteadily upon my arrival and greeted me with a nod and a barely palpable wave of his bony hand.

“Sorry for the trouble, lad,” he murmured and patted me on the back, before bidding Mother goodbye and exiting with his daughter.

Everyone was dressed in monochrome, dulled colours. For a second I felt that I had stepped into the realm of the dead. I stood out of the muted background, with my loud school blazer. I hunched my shoulders and stuffed my hands into my pockets, trying to blend in.

“The eldest…”

“Very pitiful…horrible affair…”

Muffled whispers were heard from everywhere. I looked down onto the floor, dirty and grim with oil and grime. Mother held my hand, and made heart-rending coughing sounds. Her hands were cold in mine, still wet with sweat. She led me to the sofa, a brilliant chartreuse hue but draped with black cloth. The ambulance arrived at ten to drop off Don, who was wrapped in a single white cloth.

The following morning I visited him in his cream coffin, and I tried to remember what he was like six weeks ago, when I last had the chance to see him then. He was certainly taller than I had remembered, but now drained of colour completely. Even those scarlet rosy cheeks were now the same colour as the rest of his face. Candles surrounding him softened the solemn expression on his cherubic face, and his tiny body was wrapped in a subdued piece of silk.

Only a coral bruise blemished his skin. The policeman came and told us everything. His sharing seemed personal & real. I believed the man, for he was the perpetrator.

“I wasn’t doing anything with my car and he ran in front of the road and how could I stop that poor little thing and my bumper knocked him easily. My sincere apologies Mr and Mrs Jen. I didn’t want this to happen. My deepest condolences. I really didn’t want any of this.”

And to think Popeye was only four.

(note: the name Popeye was very random heehe ><)

The Little Indian Girl

A wet stickiness clung to the air, moistening and humidifying it so; for not long, Ramita was ripe with sweat. Little muddy splotches presented themselves on the potholed road and in the grubby, fuscous-drab rice-paddies. More traces of the morning’s shower were present, but then they made way for the sun and evaporated away. A prim little birdhouse sat on the road, full of clucking and quacking of all sorts. Pretty magnolias were abundant on Nana’s head, draped over with a lilac sari as she came around the bend.

“Nana, Nana! Look what I found! A beetle with such a pree-tty colour!” Ramita raised her hand to reveal a tiny beetle with a rainbow coat of patina.

Nana jumped back, horrified. “You insolent little girl!” Nana said and tugged at Ramita’s hand. “How many times have I told you not to touch anything!” Nana pumped the metallic tap to let a blast of cold water flow over Ramita’s hand.

“But Nana…”

“No is no. I shall not tolerate this nonsense. If Ma’am or Sir sees you like this, my life is done!” Nana reprimanded. Nana fingered Ramita’s limp, murky clothes and dragged her indoors. Under the concealment of the dried banana leaves did Nana sigh and glare at Ramita.

“Now, here we are not seen, so I say you must bathe. Bathe before Ma’am comes back from her long journey!”

Nana turned around and squatted. She lifted a couple of lids and opened a few drawers, before giving Ramita a clean, unused bar of soap. It was smooth and foamy, simply the absolute epitome of elegance in the little rectangular box of it. Ramita gasped.

“Okay now shoo, shoo, shoo! Go and get bathing! You must look your best; smell your best when Ma’am arrives.”

Ramita did not need another reason to bathe. With caution, she set foot on the road again. With even more caution, she elevated the rutted steps. However, in her blind spot was there a shiny puddle.

Woops! Ramita tripped without eloquence. The prim bar of soap and its lovely container fell backwards, into the mud. Ramita steadied herself with the help of the railings, but her eyes watered at the sight of the dirtied box. She sprinted down and picked it up, cradling it in her tiny hands.

Never mind, she thought optimistically. I’ll just wipe away the mud and I can use it. She swiped of the excess mud and leapt off. She took a long bath, soaking in the glamour of using such a forbidden item; so prized was its velvety surface, so juicy was it when put in the tub! Ramita lathered and lathered for a long time, until Nana came banging at the door.

“Quick Ramita. Or else if Ma’am comes home…,” Nana shuddered. “Hurry up Ramita!” She banged the door even harder, making its rusty hinges seem like they were going to break.

Ramita knew better. With the red pail, she scooped a lukewarm portion of water from a huge blue bucket and splashed it over herself. She then threw the red pail into the bucket of water. She then hastily dried her body with a sticky towel and put on a clean Lengha, before emerging out of the door, sweet-smelling and absolutely adorable.

Nana ushered Ramita back into the kampong, and applied coconut oil onto Ramita’s hair. Ramita fidgeted in her chair and Nana slapped her hand.

“Oww.”

Then, Nana tied Ramita’s hair into two tight braids that bobbed about while she ran. She also stuck a fragrant jasmine at the top of Ramita’s head. Finally, using black ointment, Nana dotted a bindi on Ramita’s forehead, to ward off evil spirits.

“Now you are done!” exclaimed Nana euphorically.

Ramita swirled around to face the mirror, and was greeted by the ravishing reflection of herself.

False Pride

Po Ma sat cross-legged on the rattan mat, toes wiggling gleefully. She heard the kettle whistle a fine tune, and proceeded to force herself up with difficultly. The doctor had diagnosed her with rheumatism last month and advised her to sleep and rest well; but how could she? Her daughter, Guek Yin was coming over to discuss the wedding technicalities with her. Guek Yin had wanted yellow chrysanthemums adorning the entrance and walkway, all around the church! But Po Ma only shook her head firmly. “No, no chrysanthemums. Chrysanthemum represents death. Cannot.” And with that swift disapproval, her filial daughter never mentioned it again.

Po Ma emptied the boiling water into a claypot, and proceeded to toss assorted herbs in, before lidding it. She switched on the gas stove and lit a steady blue flame with the lighter, adjusted it to a lower temperature, before hobbling back onto the rattan mat. The weather nowadays was sweltering, and she had stuck on newspapers to the window grilles, in hope to prevent heat from entering. But now it was too stuffy.

She sighed exasperatedly and removed them with such sloth reluctance. She flipped through them with nonchalance, for she had read this old news six times over again since last week when she picked it up. The opposite page of the respectable Chinese newspaper featured a page-long slimming advertisement. At the side was a lean girl in skimpy clothing.

“Che.”

Po Ma clucked her tongue with fierce condemnation. In the golden days, women were treasured for their wealth of flab, chubby thighs, cheeks and all. Now? Models were as thin as the bamboos she used to swing around as a girl. Furthermore, some young, pretty girls even went to ‘rebond’ their hair! With the help of a ton of machinery, their luscious, Asian hair became permanently straightened. It was terrible! Where was the respect of your ancestors? They had passed down lustre ebony hair from generation to generation, only to be ruined by the current generation. Where was the love for your our body and looks?

Po Ma sat, wondering if ‘rebonding’ damaged the brain. With the straightening of one’s hair, it also seemed to sap away one’s love and regard for the Chinese culture. It seemed to suddenly create and emphasise their obvious preference for Western morals compared to traditional Chinese ones. The adolescents of Singapore suddenly seemed to forget the pure, naturalness of stark Asian beauty. To disregard the skin they were born in! It made Po Ma sick inside out to think of such dreadful ideas. How utterly disgusting!

Now, her Guek Yin could teach them something! Po Ma suddenly beamed with radiance. Her beautiful daughter would never, ever throw away her traditional Chinese roots for Western ones she never had any connection with. Guek Yin had inherited her Mother’s fondness of the Chinese ‘Zen’ interior design concept, while everyone was on a goose chase to upgrade their houses into contemporary-styled ones. Guek Yin had also memorized, with eager interest, the ‘San Zi Jing’, the Three-Character Classic, since a tender age. It is, as what one may say, what the Bible is to a Catholic, and what the Qur’an is to a Muslim. She had bragged about her daughter to the gossip-hungry Aunties at the Kopitiam (coffee shop).

Abruptly, Po Ma remembered about her tonic soup and heaved herself up to check on it. Just then, the doorbell rang.

“Guek Yin! Deng Yi Xia Zhi*!”

Po Ma limped to the door and unlocked it. She swung open the metal grille, only to see Guek Yin’s beautiful, unperturbed face framed with long strands of completely straight hair.

* Wait a moment!

(note: no offence to anyone with rebonded hair. It was not meant to be directed at anyone :D)

Don't forget to comment!!!! Aligato gozaimasu!!!!!!!! xD

2008-11-03T03:13:00.000-08:00

Well have been feeling quite bored so i decided to research about Grace's favourite JELLY.

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Check this website (yup i know its wiki again.):

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gelatin_dessert

and thou has a holded belief that jelly is made up of mashed-up BONES and FAT.
Thou shall now quote from that wiki website

'Gelatin consists of partially hydrolyzed collagen, a protein which is highly abundant in some animal tissues such as bone and skin.'

So technically speaking jelly IS made up of BONES etc.
Or maybe its made up of collagen from plant sources??
Or from other sources??
(though i highly doubt so)
Hmmmm
but i hope that everyone would think twice about eating the wobbly stuff.

2008-11-03T02:49:00.000-08:00

2 niceee songs that i would love to hear playing

Demi Lovato
This Is Me
lyrics

I've always been the kind of girl
That hid my face
So afraid to tell the world
What I've got to say
But I had this dream
Bright inside of me
I'm going to let it show
It's time
To let you know
To let you know

This is the real, this is me
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be now
Gonna let the light
Shine on me
Now I've found
Who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I want to be
This is me

Do you know what it's like to feel so in the dark
To dream about a life where you're the shining star
Even though it seems
Like it's to far away
I have to believe in myself
It's the only way

This is the real, this is me
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be now
Gonna let the light
Shine on me
Now I've found
Who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I want to be
This is me

You're the voice I hear inside my head
The reason that I'm singing
I need to find you
I gotta find you
You're the missing piece I need
The song inside of me
I need to find you
I gotta find you
This is the real, this is me
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be now
Gonna let the light
Shine on me
Now I've found who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I want to be

This is me
You're the missing piece I need
The song inside of me
This is me
You're the voice I hear inside my head
The reason that I'm singing

Now I found who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I want to be
This is me

and

Jason Mraz - featuring Colbie Caillat
Lucky
Lyrics

Do you hear me,
I'm talking to you
Across the water across the deep blue ocean
Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying
Boy I hear you in my dreams
I feel your whisper across the sea
I keep you with me in my heart
You make it easier when life gets hard

I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

They don't know how long it takes
Waiting for a love like this
Every time we say goodbye
I wish we had one more kiss
I'll wait for you I promise you, I will

I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
Lucky we're in love every way
Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed
Lucky to be coming home someday

And so I'm sailing through the sea
To an island where we'll meet
You'll hear the music fill the air
I'll put a flower in your hair
Though the breezes through trees
Move so pretty you're all I see
As the world keeps spinning round
You hold me right here right now

I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
I'm lucky we're in love every way
Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed
Lucky to be coming home someday

Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooooh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

I think they're really nice songs :]
Sang with good vocals :]]

2008-10-23T06:24:00.000-07:00

Okay so everyone knows I'm a real true blue foodie.
And also because Grace force me
So i am going to blog about my favourite foods
Yup.
Okay here goes!

Western

Ravioli
White Chocolate
Chocolate Mousse
Dark Chocolate
Creme Brulee
Spaghetti Bolognese
Basil sauce linguine
Rigatoni Carbonara
Sirloin Steak
Smoked Salmon with seasoned potatoes
Shepard's pie
Pan-fried Salmon
Quiche
Poached egg
Sauced ribs
lasagna
POTATO SOUP FROM TONY ROMAS!!!!
Pearl's sister and mother's potato salad!
Swensen's ice-cream earthquake!!!!
RATATOUILLE!!!
....

Chinese

Oyster omelette
Carrot cake
porridge specifically from Clementi (pardon the pun)
Din Tai Fung's xiao3 long2 bao1
Din Tai Fung's la1 mian4
my home-cooked cellophone noodles!!!
lian2 ou3 soup
Chicken riceeee
EGGPLANTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sweet and sour pork
chili stingray
sambal kang kong
chili crab
crab bee hoon
claypot riceee
beef hor funnn
abalone
char kway teow
...

then there's also SUSHI (pardon the pun)
and tempura udon
cheese dogs
cheese burger from IN and OUT
this funneh beef thing in some wrapped-up salad
durian!
"boston special" pizza from Rocky's Pizza!!!!
roti prata with CURRY!!
cheese WITH macaroni
my dad's spaghetti quiteNICEEEEEEEEE\
OraNgE bOWl!!!
...

oKAY THAT all I CAN THINK OF
hAPPY gRACE!!
pLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU THINK OF ANYMORE WORTH MENTIONING DELICACIES AND I SHALL ADD IN!!!
yAY!
cAUSE I HAVE A BIT OF BRAIN BLOCK?
bWAHAHAHAHA!!!
yUMyUM...>>>

2008-10-13T04:02:00.000-07:00

Hi just happened to pop in so just decided to post!
But this shall be quick cause i desperately need to pack my room.
Really.
It's in such a bad condition that i have found er... should i say this? Rotting breakfast in my cupboard in one of my, er..., PINK bags. Tragic really.
But i do feel quite happy. For i found a really really really really long ant trail from my bedroom to the kitchen i found some little holes that the stupid ants travel by. Mere crevases in my house. And that is really bad since my house isn't exactly THAT old.
Okay side-tracking.
Anyway i devoted the whole of my afternoon squishing them.
Very satisfying. I shall tell you why, by reciting the history of ants in my house. The first year we had moved in it was still okay. But then during my PSLE year last year it started making long ant trails, from say, the master bedroom to my room then into the study room and through a hole between the window (that stretches from the top of the ceiling all the way to the bottom of the floor)(like a glass wall really) and the concrete wall that it is joint to. The ants then travel across the balcony and back into the house, and travels under the sofa and along the wall and into the kitchen and into the bomb shelter (??)and into the common toilet then i'm not very sure. (I know this is a fugly description...) And half of the time i was killing ants instead of studying. Then the ants decided to lie-low for a while during the December hols and after CNY.
And guess what? They're back!
Argh. Too lazy to kill them actually.
No seriously.
Am getting old.
I've got books strewn all over my bed (yay)
and clothes on the floor and hangers (that are hanging on my bed)
and CHINESE newspapers on my desk (from last-minute working on yue4 du2 ji2 cheng2)
and coloured paper flying around. (wheeee....)
Okay i think i'd better continue packing yar, before i suffocate from the mess?)
yay.

niceeee (ahem ahem) pic of my messy room

btw this is a cute ant i found on the net. I personally would like to call it the thumb ant.

hahas.

2008-10-08T04:28:00.000-07:00

hahahahahahaha.
not.
I do no like certain beany teachers.
They steal curtains
that is a real crime.
They also do not know anything about class participation.
Evil beany creature.
Hahaha
I feel a whole lot better.
:]

Okay so at present am still uber upset about all of my subjects,
namely,
CHINESE,literature,geography,science.
A lil' emo
But i tink even i know i can never BE emo for very long
thanks to crystal
CRYSTALLISATION!!!!
haha
tap the crystals dry between 2 pieces of filter paper!!!!
Oh thaaaannnnkkkssss crystal
Now i'm laughing AGAIN
I'm supposed to emo like Claudia
Hmph.

Oh and yup Fanny is VERYVERY scary...
I do not like lit lessons
especially Romeo and Juliet
when i get the chance to sing out of tune
say, "HOLY MACCARONI!!!"
And be abused by Fanny
Ouch
T.T
and Pheo sings VERYVERYVERY well.
Yay.yay.yay.

Okay so let me skip again
as i was saying
PPR is a very very scary thing
and i'd much rather see bean person's WONDERFUL clothes everyday
than get that low for my lit.
Or maybe not.
HMMMMMM.....
I don't know...
Nope i think i'd stick to getting low marks?
teehee i'm such a bad evil mean person.
And my clothes aren't any better...
And i think i have finally influenced Rosy to read Artemis Fowl
Yay today she was like, "Ha Artemis Fowl!"
And she was enthu-lly reading it
And i am happyyy!!
Hahahaha

Okay anyway again skipping
Here are some people i hate for being so smart:

Name Evil smart doing

-Grace Got 39/40 for both geog and history
Got 84% for d&t and BEAT MUAH!!!
And some more just can't remember... hmmm...

-Rachel Got A1 for English (GRRRRR>>>) the only one
And some more just can't remember... hmmm...

-Crystal Got a VERY high A2 74.9%
(awwww... don't cry 0.1% to A1)
And other evil smart stuff just can't remember...
Awww c'mon these pple have a lot of achievements!!!

-Pheodora ARGH!!!@#&$!!!!
31.5/40 for geog
36.5(??)/40 for history
50/60 for science??!??!
SO murderable
And some more of course

-Rosalinda ANOTHER ONE!
WAAAAHHHH
31.5/40 for geog
36.5(??)/40 for history
ALSO SO murderable
And some more of course

-Yi Chao 79% for Chinese?!?!!??!
And some more of course

-Xiao Ru 85++% for Chinese!?!?!??!??!?!?!!?
*FAINT*
And some more of course

-Olivia 20/25 for lit.
EVVVVIIILLL!!!!
And some more of course

Actually our entire class got a lotta evil smart pple. Sad. Anyway jiayous to these smart people hope you go STRETCH class!!! (without me? Sob) Haha. Yay i must be more negative and emo. And yar Crystal you sure spam a lot. Want to join the X.spamm.X religion??? Hahaha jkjk. Emo. Emo. Like Claudia.

oHOH AND HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY PEARL!!!

Rachel you got what you wanted. Yay.

2008-10-05T02:33:00.000-07:00

Okay here's a really crappy story. Only doing it cause I'm such a nice person. Haha not.

Vermilion is a lovely colour. It goes with Makred Sanders' skin tone. But what about a bucket of vermilion splashed on Sanders' skin? Her legs splayed in a grotesque manner, strangled professionally. It was a rather clean job. Only for the extra blood that was not from her. No fingerprints, footprints, scraps of clothing, not even a mere sign of direction.

Sanders was a haplessly lavish girl. She had on a silky cream cheongsam with floral patterns, now blemished with streaks of blood. It was of expensive make, with a high collar and exquisite buttons. Detail was beautifully rendered. It complemented her in more ways than one. It was a figure hugging piece, a second skin. Currently, it looked like it had survived the war. It contrasted the dusty grey concrete floor very artistically. I could not help but smile.

Her ebony hair was bunned neatly with two crimson Chinese chopsticks. On them were phoenix designs, with a touch of western. It was bejewelled with nuggets of crystals, deeply encrusted so only the tips were visible. I traced her chopsticks all the way to the root, and there was her hair scalp. There were some discernible signs of dandruff, quite alarming for an affluent, promising woman like herself.

Her face was wan; the natural colour for a corpse. Her face had only the slightest tint of its original flawless beige. Her eyelids were half-closed, with long, tapering lashes of a gorgeous hue. It was shimmery too. Her nose was a simple hook, and her sun-kissed lips had on a vinaceous dab of gloss.

I sit on an upturned crate adjacent to her, elbows propped up against my knees, and wonder about how she died. Was it cruel and ghastly? Did her insipid life flash before her? And most importantly, did she know the murderer? To a morbid girl like me, it was rather fascinating.

I twirl my hair expertly, and swing my legs awkwardly. I was undoutedly alone with a corpse. Oh no, not just any corpse. It someone I vaguely knew.

It was...

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Okay people trust me I'm not so macabre to normally write this sort of story. In fact I'd freak even seeing a horror movie. But I dunno why but i wrote it. (Gen's gonna love it.) And the ending is up to your imagination.

The-freaked-out-by-her-own-imagination-girl,
Go-fish
Just keep swimming, swimming

P.S. Rachel, Happy? Teehee. Smilez. ^.^

Omg finally posting!!!!!!!

2008-08-25T02:13:00.000-07:00

hi pearl took over jing yi's bloG.
MWAHAHAHA

Teehee
oyster talk there.
:]
OYSTERS rock!!!!!
like to cha zui..tat's me!

*Ahem*
Yes,
Good day to all the talking oysters and er... puking lamas (do refer to solo mag's tagboard?)
How do you do?
haha.
And Rachel don't kill me let me crap a little to garner inspiration about what to wrtie...
Okay shall fill curious people in about my very sadly boring life...
T.T

Summary of TERM 3
BWAHAHA
Shall bore people to DEATH!!!

Tuesday 24 june: St John Ambulance Brigade Day.
On my handbook i have a lovely drawing of Fanny in full-u.
BWAHAHAHA!!!!!
Sunday 29 june: Rosy's birthday!!!
Yay.yay.yay.
The BIG 13.
And i made a niceeeee card.
Flattering miself.
._.
Thursday 3 july: I drew dungos (i don't tink this is how it is spelt... hmm...)
And a illustration of du lao shi (don't ask)
Monday 7 july: Youth day!!!
No school!!
Thursday 17 july: Crystal gave me her blue marker!!!
Tytyty!!
Monday 21 july: Racial Harmony Day! lalala!
Crystal's birthday!!!!
The BIG 13!!!!!!
And i made a niceee card tooo
Tuesday 5 August: I drew a girl that Grace likes a lot?
O.o
Saturday 9 August: You know it.
(Hint: lOOk at the dATe O_O)
National DAY!!!!
Red and White
OOHOHOHOHLALA
Monday 11 August: My official emo-cum-sad day.
O.T
Friday 29 August: Last day of SCHooL!!!!
September hols...

Summary of TERM 4
You should be yawning by now
Or maybe even asleep liaoo...

Ohoh!!!
Wait!!!!
IMPORTANT DATE ANNOUNCEMENT DURING SEP HOLS...

Sunday 7 September: CAMP ROCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Haha!!!
crystal should faint right about now...
IN THE FACE OF MY LAMENESS
HAHA AM I EVIL OR WHAT??

Okayokay... TERM 4

Monday 8 september: International Literacy Day
Something else Ka Onn would appreciate!
Tuesday 16 september: International Day for the Preservation of the Ozone Layer
Oops.
I tink i on the air-con that day
Haha jkjk.
Friday 19 september: Study session for MATHs
Mie pearlie gracie claudie MTie er pearlie's CO friendie
Quite fun.
Heehee
Friday 26 september: Study session for SCIENCEs
at Rosy's house
Gosh her house is PREttY
Fascinating...
haha.
Crystal was freaky.
And it was FUN!
Wednesday 1 october: Okay you should know what day this is
it was a hol
didn't go school
come on you know.
Hari Raya Puasa-cum-Children's Day!!!!!!!!!!
Sigh.
Miss being a child.
Thursday 2 october: Forgot to wish Fanny and Grace an...
International Day of Non-violence!!!
Teeheehaa.
-.x

And a lOOk into the near future tells us...

Monday 6 october: Madam Pearlie's birthday!!!!!!!
Haha be prepared for the most shocking birthday pres!!!!
(Hint: I am not the only giver)
Okay that was a lame hint but
haha!!!
Feeling NUTTY!!!
Friday 10 october: Wish Claudia a
Happy World Mental Health Day!!!
Haha
ha.
A.A

Okay...
Shall post again some other time
Or maybe Never!!!
Haha
Been reduced to SpammING
XoX
I worship the X.SpAM.X religion
No!!!
jkjk!!!
Okay i should reeeaaaaalllllyyyy goooo...
BB!!!

Umm... the story i promised??!?!?!?!?!???!??!?!?

2008-05-22T04:21:00.000-07:00

Chapter 1

I am walking in a dense jungle, surrounded by lush greenery, enveloping me in layers. Some dead branches hang down; drooping tirelessly. I encircle a tree. It stands out. I feel a tingle in my spine. Silence. Yes, it is there. Another ripple. I bend forward, my arms outstretched, my eyebrows jumping with exultation. I am sucked into another world where everything is despised. Right before a group of sloths attack.
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I am walking in a crowded playground, painted with bright and funky colours, surrounded by sweating, stinky monkeys. My abusive classmates, coming closer, encircling. A permenant smile eteched on their faces. I run in quick, light steps, huffing and puffing. I run behind a playground slide, while the wild beasts chase me around and around. "Don't run away from us, you @#^*!!" I jerked involuntarily. Goose pimples creep up my skin. I am lost. I fall. I am plummeted continuously. But I am merely attacked by a group of sloths.

Chapter 2

Caramel is sweet. It entices me with its brown blobs, licking the surface into a sweet, sticky place. It entangles me. I am trapped in its heavenly prison. It sucks the life out of me. I fall. It emerges. I fall silently to the ground. It stands strong.

******************************************

"That's enough fighting boys. You get off or I do it for you."

I checked my wounds. A bruise on my left cheek, a scar on my right, a bloodied nose, with my skin peeling from my elbows and ankles. And other bruises.

"You okay?", Myra said while pulling me up.

I am clumsy. Or I don't want to get up.

I trip.

Then Myra realises that I am a mute. I stare at her. It is by all means obvious that I am not okay. I was punched and kicked. I have bruises. I have a bloodied nose. And scars. And skin peeling. I peer over my elbow, and to my dismay, it has started bleeding as well.

I pick myself up and run away. I don't care anymore about this unfeeling world. And Myra just stares as though she had never seen a duck wabble away before.

Chapter 3

I lie waiting in my prison, for my willpower to save me. I scream every day for it. Sad to say, it has yet to come. I am a damsel in distress. Not exactly a girl. Now I feed on the prison. I relish it. I have become detached from my standing, my position, my plight. It is up to my imagination. I find myself with a dishwashing liquid. I pour it slowly, thick onto the caramel. The latter melts away, leaving only a trace of its sweet flavour in the mixture. I have freed myself. In my imagination. Anything, is possible.

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"Why don't people like me, Aunt Calibre?", brother had bravely asked.

Aunt Calibre shifted her glance.

"Oh look, the pony ride! You wanna go? No, wait let Heathene go."

No protests. Not. A. Sound.

I go. Obligingly.

As the pony rides past Aunt Calibre and brother, I eavesdropped.

I caught the last few words.

"...because of him."

Who is 'him'? I was too young to remember. But now I know. Brother tells me not to find him. I did once in Primary 2 and got an earful.

"Don't you ever do that again you slime-face. Do take a look at the mirror and tell me exactly what you see."

I did as instructed. I saw a promising young boy, with neatly combed back hair, some stubborn strands peeking out behind my ear. And next I saw it. My birthmark. It was a dark patch of evil that covered roughly half of my face, spreading from the right side of my face to the bridge of my nose. It extended a bit beyond my chubby cheeks.

Yes. That was what I could only be. A monster, a deformed creature so horrible it sent the schoolyard children running for their lives. However, despite the odds, I am still hopeful. Hopeful that someone can appreciate and understand me.

PPR RESULTS

2008-05-22T03:54:00.000-07:00

I think it is quite obvious that i am going to just spend my time complaining about the b****ly PPR results. Yes, that is what i am going to do. Alright, let's begin already!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Da AWESOME complaints!!!!

Contestant number 1:

The term 2 PPR results were combined with the term 1 PPR results. So, it pulled down my marks like s***. e.g. higher chinese from A1 become B3, literature from A1 become A2, Visual arts from A1 become A2. Ain't that complainable?!??!?????!?!?!?!?! Urgh...

Contestant number 2:

The comments were written in Chinese no offence to Du Jia lao shi but my chinese ming ming got B3 (because of contestant number 1) so am i really supposed to understand??!??!?!?!?!????

Contestant number 3:

Du lao shi stated in her comments that i was "wen jing you li". No offence about the following sentences... MY FOOT LAH WHY DO YOU THINK I AM COMPLAINING???!?!?!??!?!?!? Ah well...teachers are always mistakened...blah blah...

Okay, my life seems somewhat retarded to this point...
Some interesting stuff...
followed by a b****ly story!!!!
:D
TODAY IS THE LAST DAY OF TERM 2.
Lemme hear you say...
HIPHIP>>>HOORAY!!!!
HIPHIP>>>HOORAY!!!!
...
that was randomly lame...
Olivia killed a cockroach today.
It was found near the place we kept the Mr Bean like teddies...
It was trying to get its head into one of the tiny drain holes...
People screamed,
shoved
and all Olivia did was,
stamp it,
pick it up,
(while its legs were dangling),
drop it in a cup,
and throw it away.
It was such a traumatic experience...
Dang it man!!!!
I still can remember the cockroach's pleading eyes...
EEEWWWWW...!!!!
Sick thought...

And Mr Tan just decided to buy the pizza and kentucky fried chicken today,
when i happened to have my guides colour party retest,
at 2.30pm.
The chicken and pizza came at 3pm.
D;
My chicken!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and pizza.
CHICKEN AND PIZZA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HE'S GONNA PAY!!!!!!!!!!!!
*Sob*
*Snifle*
Wo zhen shi dao mei tou ding!!!!!
@#^*

Ah well.
Good day

A summary of wad happened this month

2008-04-26T22:21:00.000-07:00

Lets see...hmm...where do i begin??

2nd April - Sec 1 Cohort Leadership Development Workshop(Session 1)
International Emo Day
Was feeling crabby

7th April - World Health Day
*Sobs* I lost my file with all my hw and stuff!!

8th April - *Yay!!* I found my file in another sec 1 classroom (Why is it
there??!??)

9th April - Sec 1 Cohort Leadership Development WOrkshop(Session 2)

11th April - International Friendship Day

14th April - *SOBS!!* Maths teacher gave a pile of hw

15th April - Sih Si(tablemate) forgot to bring her pencilcase to school

17th April - Chinese compo test that wasn't that easy...

22th April - Earth Day!!! (Possibly Al Gore's favourite day of the year!! :D)

23th April - World Book Day!! (Possibly Ka Onn's favourite day of the year!! :D)
Chinese spelling (Hope I can at least get above 85!!)
Inter-school cross-country (SNG won something i tink)

24-25th April- Sec 1 and 2 e-learning day

That was my beautiful April!!! (With tests not included!!)

You know something...

2008-03-11T02:26:00.000-07:00

I never continue with the stories i write. lol. So i am too lazy to continue with this one. But i shall write another.

It was a frosty morning. Renae busied herself with getting a fire started.

"This winter is really quite bad." she spoke, and gazed adoringly at her husband, before turning away and reaching down to open the trap door.

She steadied herself and reached for the foot of the ladder with her bare feet. The step was cold and surprised Renae. Slowly, she reached the bottom. By then, she was breathless and with every breath she exhaled, it condensed into tiny crystals of water. She was really getting old. Ah, how she missed the golden days and the simplicity of life then. Running bare-footed on the crisp, dew-laden grass, and enjoying the pink-orange sky transform into a piece of turqoise cloth that covered the beautiful sky. Oh well, it was the price she paid for moving to this concrete city.

She searched for remaining grains of rice or other food supplements. There were none. Penelope must have hid them, another of her cheeky daughter's practical joke. She laughed silently in her head. She caught the silhouette of a little mouse in a corner, under the dimly-lit light. Then reality struck her. The mice must have stolen their last food supplies! She felt her heart flicker a bit. Her breathing deepened. Her eyes became wet and reflected bits of light. She leaned against a wall, and glently slid down. Tears grouped together in her eyes, and dropped off her porcelain face hesitantly and her elbow was propped up on her knees. Almost naturally, she buried her face in her wispy, white hair.

Her family of seven was doomed. They would starve in this cold, cold winter. Oh, what could they do? She could ask her five sons to work at the warehouse down Bartley Lane. She could also sell her daughters to the wealthy Petersons' as maids and might earn enough to support the family. Oh, but how could she bear to make her dear, dear children to suffer the cruelties of the outside world, till their skins peeled like rotten apple skin. Oh, they would starve in this cold, cold winter. Her sobbing sounds reached the kitchen, and her husband peered inqusitively into the room the trap door hid. Renae sensed her husband's stare, and stood up, in a hurried manner. She wiped off her tears in a simple flick of her wrist.

"I'm okay. We've got plenty of rice. No worries."

She climbed up the ladder and snapped the trapdoor shut.

"Are the children awake?"

"Sleeping soundly, even a trumpet couldn't wake any one of them!" her husband answered her, pleasantly surprised about the news of the food supply.

Renae picked up her battered coat and hat, and then took her glovees that were made up of more holes than wool. She took big strides towards her husband and affectionately kissed him on the cheek, and walked towards the door.

"I'll be out for the day. I'm going to check if any plumber in Quedat can fix our pipes for free."

She locked the door and turned into the main street, definitely something never in her wildest imagination she thought she would do. She was going to see if the warehouse would employ her for at least ten pennies per month. Her income, together with her husband's could afford them some rice. She only planned to tell her husband about the truth about the food supply news a bit later in the afternoon, if she could get the job. She had a wild hope that they would start paying her immediately, assuming she got the job. If only she could.

hihi

2008-01-01T02:34:00.000-08:00

On 28th Dec, i went to Lynn and Lydia's birthday party. You know it was quite nice. We played a few games, lalala. And it so happened that my mother did not have the car and i had to walk all the way out to the rail mall. Thank god my father finished work early and picked both of us up. So when the birthday party was only supposed to end at 3, my father only picked me up at 5.30. Surprisingly, Joan and i left at the same time.

Anywayz,on the 29th Dec, i attended Shu Hui's party. Omg, i love Shu Hui's parents!!! They 'took care' of all of us, by making sure we had enough to eat, was entertained. It was really a pity that i had to leave early for tuition.

2007 was a really enjoyable year. I will miss everyone!!!!!!!!!!!

St. Nick

2007-12-23T19:33:00.000-08:00

Hi hi. Anyway, i went for orientation(lyke everyone else...)three days ago.
Da principal looked quite da nice(i think)and the school was quite big and you can find real nice places to be your "territories". It is like a mega maze.There are at least 7 ways to the canteen. Seriously omg.
Anyways, I was in group 2, and it was only then and there that i realised that majority of the "new gals"(like moi) was from St. Nick Primary. In class, we played some break-the-ice games and was introduced to each other.
We were probably not going to be in the same class so i didn't make an effort to socialise.
After all that stuff, i met up with an old friend, Pauline. It was extremely nice of her to show me round the school. They actually have a live-size chessboard. According to Pauline, they also have peacocks!
We bought the uniforms and books(super long queue lor!)and headed to Rgps to collect my PSLE cert.
I met Sara there, and da moms chatted a bit, then we left. Haiz, i wonda wat textbks the IP 6e-ians get... Hehez

hahaz

2007-12-17T01:59:00.000-08:00

What Your Favorite Color Purple Says About You:

Intuitive --- Seeking --- CreativeKind --- Self-Sacrificing --- Growth OrientedStrong --- Very Wise --- Rare

What Does Your Favorite Color Say About You?

The Kentagery Men

2007-12-17T00:47:00.000-08:00

The men slaved their lives out, piling stone after stone under the relentlessly burning sun. It beat down on their backs, made them fall under its pressure, pushing them to their limits day after day. The only thing that kept them going was their freedom. Ah, the sweet taste of freedom, the will and power to decide for themselves. As the seasons flew past, and the building grew, slowly but surely. Finally, on a frosty winter day, the Kentagery prison was completed, an ash-white building that stood approximately 40 metres tall, amongst the desert landscape.

It was a cool and breezy midsummer's day that Mr Trevorondger came palpably with 70 well-trained guards from illonesis. I watched from behind a bush as he gave his orders, clear and concise. It was well known that the Genot^e was coming to inspect the prison premises.

To be continued...

I just changed my blogskin

2007-12-16T07:20:00.000-08:00

Hi hi!

I just changed my blog skin again. Do you like it??
Anyway, I recently held a birthday party and (supposedly) everyone enjoyed it!! I invited Jo, Sara, Izzy & sis, Lynie & Lydie, Shu shu and my neighbour. We played games like treasure hunt, charade, and goofed around in my room. My mother's side also came over as we had a barbecue. (I think everyone was interested in playing with my toddler cousin!!! Like Lynie & Lydie, Izzy's sis etc.). My mother prepared her bee hoon but it was a pity that when we went to the supermarket the day before, the canned meat was sold out so the bee hoon lacked its usual flavour. We were lucky that there was only a slight drizzle so the charcoal did not get too wet. Sadly, I did not get many pictures but I'm still satisfied with the ones that were taken.

Btw, I'm thinking of being productive for the remaining holiday that is left. Maybe I should paint a picture or something. Or should I write some silly story on my blog???

Hmms... I'm too lazy to think now. I reali, reali gtgs.

Bye bye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hiiii!

2007-10-24T00:48:00.000-07:00

Do you pple like moi new blogskin??
Omg, I luv it!!
Hmmm....
School now is quite boring, nothing to do....
Any suggestions??
Anyone??!!
We can't play cards and board games are too heavy to lug around...
Hmm...

I wonder how our down memory lane is going...
Is it nice??!!
Cause I don't seem to noe...
How embarrassing...
:) :)
Hahaha...
Hmm...
It's starting to get boring...
Hmm...
Bye bye!!
:) :)
Bye bye!

Hiiii

2007-10-24T00:47:00.001-07:00

Exam over!

2007-10-10T02:30:00.000-07:00

I feel colourful after the holidays. Dun ask me why. Do you feel so? PPle, pls taggy!

Exams!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2007-04-30T01:43:00.000-07:00

EEEEEEXXXXXXXXXXXAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now, here's a few pics to de-stress

HHHIiiiii!!!

2007-03-13T03:33:00.000-07:00

i took this quiz, what weather are you. Tada!!!

You Are Snow

Magical yet potentially destructiveYou are well known as fun to play withPeople anticipate your arrival but then are quickly sick of you
You are best known for: your serenity
Your dominant state: reflecting

What Type of Weather Are You?

this is the website:

http://blogthings.com/whattypeofweatherareyouquiz/

cya!!!

Sorry bout story

2007-03-13T03:15:00.000-07:00

Sorry long time never post!!! this year v. important!!! Sorry the story might only continue lets say about... 7 mths later. (its not dat gd anyway!!!) Sorry im rushing for time - gonna make this reeeaaallll.... fast. Please and thank you for your understanding!!! Anyway, i posted this pic!!! ( she looks lyke she is wearing stella's clothes!!)

...pause e story and listen...

2006-12-24T21:53:00.000-08:00

hey pple, im back. you're probably gonna be like, from where? From e 1 week stay at Japan!!

ohh yeah, Japan!!! lemme just roughly tell u about it.

temp: 8-3 degree c
first dae:
5:30(japan time)they r 1hr ahead of our time:::

* we reached Narita airport, tired & (totally) exhausted. Our tourguide met us at the airport at 5:45 with the singaporean guide and brought us to our hotel. after checkin in our luggages, we went to Aeon shopping mall, to ...shop? Duh. The mall also had a mega BIG supermarket. the chinese-born-japanese guide allowed us to roam freely around the region and we were to have dinner by ourselves. my cous(teo qian hua-on my LInKs) & i had tempura udon
:-1(yum!!!). i dunno what everybody else had cause i was slurpin my noodles.(ya noe, slurpin noodles means the food is good in japan. if u do it in singapore, pple would think you r rudely xiao!) then, my dadde when 2 e supermarket & bought 5 haagan dazs 4 bout $9!!!(winter sale). end of dae 1. k ...pause.

i m sick of tellin u this holidae. u better hope 4 me to post pics of the trip!!!!

anyway,
MeRrY ChIrStMaS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:-7

will post my story next time!!!!

e` story i hav bean workin on

2006-12-17T02:43:00.000-08:00

chapter1
An english gentleman accosted me, while i was on vacation. i believed that he stayed in the same hotel as i have seen him frequently there so far at my 2 week stay in Singapore. i was a Singaporean, but became a Canadian. This is what happened. i was retrenched, for being late more than expected. My boss expressed this as "rude and inconsiderate". Meanwhile, my mother had a job promotion in Canada, and grabbingthe opportunity, we migrated to Canada. The gentleman bowed, introducing himself as the great story teller, Garter Marmulla. His manly ways drew me to him and before i knew it, i was begging and pleading him to tell me a story in my childish ways although being at my early thirties. He chuckled heartily, growing fond of my enthusiasm. i knew as well as him that a bond of friendship was developing, although it had just started a few minutes ago. "i'll tell you a true story. Specifically mine." His tone was serious and deep. With his magic, he brought me back to the past, during the japanese occupation.
"My life was one of tragedy, trickery and hope..."

my b'dae

2006-12-07T20:37:00.000-08:00

hey everybody!
its my b'dae!!!say yay! say yay!!!bb.gotta make this quick!!!!

schoolz out!!!!!!!!!

2006-11-16T20:09:00.000-08:00

ciao!

yesterdae was e last dae of school!!! but i dunno, goin 2 school is boring but staying at hm alone is much worse. i mean duh, only child translation only homo sapien t hm... this is so boring. seriously. creating a blog was 2 make things interesting, not boring...sigh. whateva, okay. all i noe is that i m struggling to find a new blogskin.
bye.

my 1st dae bloggin'

2006-11-07T22:38:00.000-08:00

don't u think pigz rule? (besides being smelly & dirty?) never mind if u don't. anyway, this is what i found out about pigs

~ they rollin the mud to cool themselves if there is no water. i noe i sound like a nerd. but m not. don't get a wrong impression.

u noe, i still can't believe i actually opened a blog. i hate it when pple noe my personal feelings. shitamama! i just told u one of them. im v. forgetful 2. now, dats my weakness. i m publishing my post right now, & i can't remember the site.

i don't think anybody here reading my big, boring blog. Anyway,i like Flora. weird enough, i do. (i do reminds me of a wedding. bleuch!!!!)

i noe this is kinda short but i've got homework and a sucky (not to mention lame - FYI: stay 6 miles away from it. it has poison) chinese tuition later. not that i hatee chinese-it sooooooooo... boring & weird enough, uneducational.)