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oh noooooo. i feel so weird slacking around. haha. and i've been doing that for 2 whole days! that's like.. 48 hours.. and like.. 24 chapters of anything! and that's like.... a LOT. hahaha. okay. nvm.
yay. a few more days of freedom. then byebye world!
Bed of roses
| Friday, September 23, 2005 | 08:37 p.m. |
a story
once upon a time, there was a garden. and in that garden, there were many many plants. these plants all lived in harmony. those clumped together were fit for each other, and they lived together perfectly, like supporting each other for more sunlight etc.
anyway, one day, a gardener came along. he was a lonely gardener. his family had casted him out because they wanted him to be a lawyer. anyway, he saw this whole patch of plants, and he saw it perfect for him.
he went into the garden with dreams of a perfect garden with him as the gardener.
this gardener was a realistic gardener. so he started small and just worked with one clump of plants at first. he gave the clump of plants fertiliser, basically his own shit, he gave it water, which he dug for. soon, that clump of plants started depending less on each other and untwined from each other and instead, depended on the gardener for its nutrients, water etc.
the gardener, happy with his success, decided to go and work on more. on and on he did, until he had about 6 clumps. sometimes, he even replanted the plants in a clump a bit further apart as he felt they needed more breathing space.
however, the inevitable disaster started. he now had to divide his time. this made the plants very unhappy. they were now getting less nutrients and water etc.
soon, they started to revert back to their old ways. however, to their initial horror, they couldn't reach their old partners. but, they realised, that for some, they didn't need the help and for others, they found that the new neighbours they had made were much more beneficial. thus, they started clumping together again, though in different clumps.
the gardener, when he discovered it, was totally left out but couldn't do anything. some of the respective plants were still civil and sympathetic enough to talk to him, but the rest refused to talk to/acknowledge him anymore. after all, he had abandoned them.
and thus, the gardener became lonely once more, and on top of that, disillusioned and hurt.
and the garden was once more harmonious and happy.
haha. dun assume anything from it kk. and sorry for my horrendous grammar. i know it's pri sch. haha. and also, i didn't pay attention to the grammar.. just wrote out what i was thinking.. so i guess now it's kindergarden. ^^
Bed of roses
| Tuesday, September 20, 2005 | 03:33 p.m. |
wah lao
i've done it again. said the wrong thing. ARGH. i wish i was a cow not in the sense that i have three stomachs, but three brains. then it will process through three times to make sure i want to say/do it.
BAH. in my dreams. in my dreams. i get 9a1s. HAHA.
Bed of roses
| Friday, September 16, 2005 | 07:39 p.m. |
oh man
i want to cry cry cry. my amathssss. bloddy nose!!! i sneezed and sneezed and sneezed so much that even jan could hear me. argh. but that's just a dumb excuse. my amaths. is. just. sad. ARGH. i will hope i pass man. ha. ha. so ironic. since maths is supposed to be my forte. hah. hah. hah.
arrrgh. i want olvls to be over yet i dun want it to be over.. wth. this is so sad. nvmm.
i think serangoon jc is becoming a better and better choice now.
oh yes. and chem and bio soon!! yay!! my favourite subjects!!! BLEAH.
Bed of roses
| Friday, September 16, 2005 | 04:46 p.m. |
whatever
no one forced you to talk to me. stop acting like you want to and turn around and act like it's such a pain in the arse, when you even just think about me. i wonder what it must feel to talk to me then, or even sit beside me. like torture? bah.
nvm. must be like my layout.
-breathe-
Bed of roses
| Wednesday, September 14, 2005 | 08:15 p.m. |
aiyah.
whatever manz. juggling five humongous balls is so tiring. and i keep dropping one or two every so often. argh. feel like just giving up and letting them all plummet to the ground. whee. but that's like suicidal. so i guess i will just have to continue this sad cycle (pun possibly intended) over.. and over.. again.
and hopefully.. hopefully, practice really makes perfect.
Bed of roses
| Friday, September 9, 2005 | 07:21 p.m. |
life lesson
"From up here we can drop rocks and arrows and more rocks!" "Uh, yeah boss, but how do we get down?" - mtg [goblin balloon brigade]
morale of the story: ppl who are bad will float up and up into the sun and fry into a crisp and everyone will go yay.
now..... all i need is a hot air balloon.
Bed of roses
| Monday, September 5, 2005 | 07:44 p.m. |
aiyah
this is so crap. i always screw up. always say/do the wrong thing at wrong time. when will i learn?
nvr i guess.
bah. irritating prelims too.
IRRITATING. haha.
Bed of roses
| Sunday, September 4, 2005 | 09:17 a.m. |
wah
my bros are irritating. both olvls 6-8 points. both alvls at least 4 As. one going cambridge one in oxford. both got scholarships. wth. i'm DEPRESSED. :(
haha. but i'm super duper bluper gluper proud of them of course. X)
Bed of roses
| Friday, September 2, 2005 | 06:24 p.m. |
ehh
a quiet pollyanna?
accepting?
faith?
ye.
thanks everyone who gave their well wishes one way or another=) it's greatly appreciated=)
Bed of roses
| Saturday, August 27, 2005 | 08:51 p.m. |
hmm
a friend is one who would sing the song of hope when you have forgotten it - adapted from donna robert
since the dawn of time, it has rained as many times as it has stopped raining. - sing to the dawn
hmmm.
Bed of roses
| Friday, August 19, 2005 | 09:01 p.m. |
lol
lol. happy birthday singapore. the poll says we only LIKE singapore. not love. wow. lol. and the ministers aren't surprised... -_- i guess it's because they feel so themselves... lol. singapore has tried so hard to be perfect..to cater to everyone.. that it has lost its..warmth. of course. it's opinionated. =) and saying stuff like "oh, it's course of ppl like you that's it's so cold. cynical ppl. ppl who can speak but dun do much." is of course interesting...but that argument can go on forever. so what is the best thing? dun say anything. so that's what most of us do. lol. and the govt wants us to speak out more. and of course fail. and when they know we only like singapore, they aren't surprised.. dot. i've come full circle.. and i've made no sense. but nvm. lol. byee. once again..
happy birthday singapore!
Bed of roses
| Tuesday, August 9, 2005 | 10:37 a.m. |
X)
i found something cooler than opinionated. it's... opinion-less! whee! hahahahaha.
Bed of roses
| Wednesday, July 27, 2005 | 06:11 p.m. |
blah.
hear their voices on the wind
watch the droplets on the pane
hear their smirk, watch their laughter
and know that it was all in vain.
Bed of roses
| Saturday, July 23, 2005 | 12:20 p.m. |
hmmmm
I can't mend it if I don't know what is wrong.
I can't say sorry if I am not so.
And I don't get why people don't get it.
haha.
Indeed.
I don't get why I am like that either.
the end? or the beginning?
Bed of roses
| Tuesday, July 12, 2005 | 08:25 p.m. |
ha ha.
ok. i must stop doing this now. no more.
Bed of roses
| Saturday, July 9, 2005 | 11:59 p.m. |
omg
4 is an even funkier number!
Bed of roses
| Wednesday, July 6, 2005 | 08:14 p.m. |
lol
2 is such a funky number.
Bed of roses
| Sunday, July 3, 2005 | 10:51 a.m. |
tranquility
one green two colourless. sorcery. destroy all enchantments.
"Peace will come, but whether born of harmony or entropy I cannot say." --Oracle en-Vec
Bed of roses
| Saturday, June 25, 2005 | 09:19 p.m. |
haha
oh dear. i think that my entries don't match the new layout. haha. nvm. =)
Bed of roses
| Saturday, June 25, 2005 | 07:50 p.m. |
whee!
L4Mers/Pur3 MiLk r0x0rx! haha. 3k made! w00t.
Bed of roses
| Friday, May 20, 2005 | 06:01 p.m. |
incredulous
i can't believe someone like you can actually exist. i mean. you are so unique.
i dun know how you do it man. everwhere you go, you manage to interest everyone and just affect everyone in SUCH a way!
and those that you pay extra attention to, omg, they can nvr forget you for life! you have influenced their hearts so drastically!
yr mere presence incurs such great activity!
everyone is yr friend! you even love yr enemies! but of course. you are always right. but you certainly compromise and have a great heart, it's just those silly ppl who just want to deny it.
also, yr conquests are great! and yet, of course. you are damn low profile. hardly anyone knows you or any of yr scores.
you certainly dun gossip! gossip is disgusting because it's so mean and hurtful! all you do is confide in yr friends. oops! i forgot! everyone is yr friend! is just not yr fault that you tell everyone because everyone is yr friend and you just l0ove to confide to yr friends!
it's certainly that person's fault who "steals" yr stead! you THINK so and thus it IS so. and so, you confide to all yr sympathetic friends but it's not gossip! it's a secret. even though yr friends are everyone.
on the other hand HOWEVER, it's certainly NOT yr fault that another oh so greatly sought after person chose you and thus dumps current stead! you are just too beautiful in all ways! it's not yr fault that person couldn't help wanting you. and the ex? is just lousy just because she can't accept it and makes noise about it to her really close friends.
and somemore, besides yr marvellous personality, you are damn drop-dead gorgeous! everyone of ALL AGES want to oogle at you! oh man. you are so hot and perfect.
aiyah.
dun want to waste anymore of my time. haha. vented out most of my irritation already.
ARSE.
yay. hope funfair goes well.
oh. and no need to ask me about my above entry. i wouldn't tell you. this is just in case someone actually reads my blog.
Bed of roses
| Wednesday, May 18, 2005 | 06:32 p.m. |
friday the 13th
haha. what a funky day. but prelims wasn't so scary after all. heng. possibly get a? hopefully. sigh. ah well.
happy birthday lumn and dad=)
Bed of roses
| Friday, May 13, 2005 | 09:59 p.m. |
^^
gold with honours. top 3. 'nuff said. =)
Bed of roses
| Friday, April 22, 2005 | 09:19 p.m. |
^^
on the eighth day of christmas, my true love sent to me, eight maids a milking....
8 Days - MediaCorp's entertainment and television guide with latest news on celebrities, movies, music and tv.
eight litle Indian boys travelling in Devon. One got left behind..and then there were seven.
what time is it? it's EIGHT 'O CLOCK.
eight green bottles, sitting on a wall. eight green bottles, sitting on a wall. and if one green bottle should accidently fall, there will be seven green bottles, sitting on a wall.
i'm a eight-thousand-legged worm, and i give a little squirm, have you seen this 'lil leg of mine.. if it can't be found, i'll have to hop around.. on my seven thousand ninety nine. hop around. hop around. have you seen this 'lil leg of mine.. if it can't be found i'll have to hop around.. on my seven thousane ninety nine.
when the clock strikes eight, it's soon time for me to go to bed!
did you know 8 is my fav. number? [really.]
haha. i think i'm crazy.
Bed of roses
| Thursday, April 14, 2005 | 07:29 p.m. |
bah.
okay. next week is really a sad week. mon have CHINESE TEST A-G which i'm only at D but nvm. tues is bio test which i HAVEN'T started. wed is some gay chinese compo test. thurs is a CHEM TEST. okay. i'm dead. yay. and of course there is syf soon. at least still better than the band or eds ppl i guess... with syf next week. ah WELL. i really hope we get first...if not.. really..... SAD. :( ah well. i have to go. hahaha.
Bed of roses
| Sunday, April 10, 2005 | 08:28 p.m. |
eh
i like kenny loggin's lyrics. he wrote rainbow connection right? =) let's show one i like.
The Last Unicorn
When the last eagle flies,over the last crumbling mountain
And the last lion roars, at the last dusty fountain
In the shadow of the forest, though she may be old and worn
They will stare unbelieving
At the last unicorn
When the first breath of winter, throught the flowers is icing
And you look to the north, and a pale moon is rising
And it seems like all is dying, and would leave the world to mourn
In the distance hear her laughter
It’s the last unicorn
I’m alive....... I’m alive
When the last moon is cast, over the last star of morning
And the future is past, without even a last desparate warning
Then look into the sky where through, the clouds a path is formed
Look and see her how she shimmers, it’s the last unicorn
I’m alive... I’m alive!!!!
woot. rocks.
Bed of roses
| Friday, April 1, 2005 | 11:14 p.m. |
bah
i really dunno what to blog. sigh. but anyway. i think mwina's celery meter is quite hilarious. but i will hope nobody takes it seriously.. so that they wouldn't be hurt or anything like that...
hahha. something has been amusing me greatly lately. but unfortunately, i can't say it here.. hahaha. talk about what goes around comes around. but i guess the black pot doesn't know. haha. pls don't assume anything.
hmm. i've missed co for the second time this week. mon because i went to the doctor. and fri? because i dunno. i mean... i know i asked squeak and dorea.. but they weren't certain of timing.. and then.. i didn't get a confirmation? from tby? i've had enough of going to sch when there's no co.. bah. nvm. i will just most likely get kicked out of co and syf. wonderful.
Bed of roses
| Friday, April 1, 2005 | 09:50 a.m. |
haha
i decided to follow mwina. and bro. and be lame and do an old old thingy..
Take my Quiz on QuizYourFriends.com!
there! have fun!=P and now i will know who reads my blog haha. hmm. actually. going by that. no one will take the quiz. hahaha. so sad. nvm. bloop.
Bed of roses
| Saturday, March 26, 2005 | 03:22 p.m. |
a brave new world.
hahha. yay. archiving is fun. so blank it is.
Bed of roses
| Friday, March 25, 2005 | 02:14 p.m. |