tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60849282011-04-21T21:14:13.612-07:00 the heart of a white rose ++ // welcomeyunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comBlogger1191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1104378332946225022004-12-30T11:41:00.000-08:002004-12-29T19:47:01.366-08:00Watched the Phantom of the Opera yesterday. The voices of the movie cast was not as good as the musical's, but I guess it was still passable. In any case, the gorgeous costumes and sets made up of it. The part when Christine sang 'Wishing you were somehow here again' in a snow-covered cemetery is simply enchanting. But I thought she was heartless and selfish. I like Meg better haha.yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1104201233800829722004-12-28T10:24:00.000-08:002004-12-29T19:48:08.356-08:00Sigh. Still got jazz and salsa class later. I don't want to go because I'm aching really bad from the kickboxing and pilates class yesterday, yet I want to go because I think I'll enjoy today's class. Afterall it's dance. Kickboxing was really tough, pilates was slightly better. Hope today's class is easy and relaxed...haha dream on...I bet I'll be half-dead by tonight.
Feeling kind of yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1103960936851747342004-12-25T11:31:00.000-08:002004-12-24T23:51:09.966-08:00Went camping again, for real. Haha. This time it was at West Coast Park with my family. We reached there at around 10pm last night. I never expected it to be bustling with so much activity there - lots of people having barbeques, couples having a picnic under the stars, christmas countdowns, the list goes on.
Anyway we found a windy spot to pitch our tents on, right next to the sea. Spent theyunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1103596247703954032004-12-21T10:28:00.000-08:002004-12-20T18:33:25.220-08:00After months of longing and yearning, I finally went ice-skating again! Whoo! I have missed the rink so much - the sudden blast of cold air when you enter, the smoky smell of the place, the familiar muffled music which they haven't changed for years. Ahhhh! *sighs in contentment*
Ice-skating with Madie yesterday was so fun. I think we must have skated at least fifty rounds around the rink haha.yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1103594630600868712004-12-19T17:51:00.000-08:002004-12-20T18:03:50.600-08:00Tried camping last night with my siblings, under a tent in the garden haha. We didn't bring any pillows and blankets with us, and only slept on the grass, with a backpack as a pillow under our heads to create a "true camping experience", as my brother puts it. Haha. The night air was quite cool and it was really breezy, but the mosquitoes which were attacking us, despite the mosquito coil and yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1103509256498433122004-12-18T22:09:00.000-08:002004-12-19T18:23:12.170-08:00Went to the chrismas party at Emmeline's church. We played games, exchanged candy and did the usual church stuff. The games weren't that fun for me and Yingjun because we did not know the people there, but they were really friendly and nice though. Wondering whether to go to watch the play organised church on christmas's eve. Maybe not. This year I want to spend christmas and eve at home...I can yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1103259342898856952004-12-17T13:34:00.000-08:002004-12-16T20:58:17.473-08:00Sigh. Only two weeks left of the holidays. Actually most of my time is spent at home watching this chinese period drama serial - tian long ba bu - which I rented. I'm hooked onto it - can watch up to 9 episodes everyday haha.
Went out with Huimin on Wednesday. She's still as hilarous as ever. Since we haven't seen each other for a year, we had a lot of catching up to do. I'm glad that she yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1102906510357143702004-12-13T10:51:00.000-08:002004-12-12T18:55:10.356-08:00It happened again, and I know it'll pass soon. Unless fate decides otherwise. I'm hoping.yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1102906224229991212004-12-11T23:34:00.000-08:002004-12-12T18:50:24.230-08:00I'm back from Yunnan! The trip was amazing - I never expected to see such beautiful scenery in China, because the last time I went to Beijing, all I remembered was the heat and dust shrouding the whole city. This time, it being winter, I was greeted with snow mountains and barren plains tinted white with frost. Lovely.
Went to many places in Yunnan: Kunming, Dali, Lijiang and Shangrila. yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1101786322818442412004-11-30T23:48:00.000-08:002004-11-29T19:47:13.006-08:00Prom was fun! Great food, great place and great people. Everyone looked beautiful, with their dresses and heels and everything...I couldn't even recognise some of them haha. There was one minor problem at first though, Dan er and I came late and we couldn't sit with our class, instead we had to sit with the Sec 5's. But we pulled Mingfong with us and everything was solved. Besides, most of the yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1101786512147612732004-11-28T21:47:00.000-08:002004-11-29T19:54:41.740-08:00You try so hard. How worthy of admiration despise.yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1101441036345315092004-11-26T11:46:00.000-08:002004-11-25T19:52:46.073-08:00Okay, I'm pretty much ready for prom. I've been rummaging through my wardrobe, looking for something decent enough to wear, and thankfully I've found them. One black tube, bought from Watson's last year; one black skirt, bought from somewhere in Orchard a long time ago; a silver belt which I borrowed from my mother; the paua shell necklace which I bought as a souveneir from New Zealand. Haha, yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1101265206020618322004-11-24T10:59:00.000-08:002004-11-23T19:01:31.916-08:00Went to school today to get my Leaving Certificate and JAE booklet. Now I will really have to come to a decision about my choice for a JC, because the dateline for the application is in two days.
Which one should I go to? I actually wanted to go to Anglo-Chinese because they offered my ideal subject combination, but then I found out you had to pay $200 monthly maintenance fees for the sports yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1101263700647819752004-11-23T22:34:00.000-08:002004-11-23T18:35:00.646-08:00Nobody knows, yet.yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1101114651066884722004-11-20T17:52:00.000-08:002004-11-22T01:10:51.066-08:00I love spending the days like this. Just lying around on my patio, feeling the cold white tiles against my skin, listening to the wind rustling through the trees and hearing the melodious tinkle of the windchime. I've almost forgotten how it felt like to be bored, because of the O-levels, but now I love it. I can finally throw my watch into the cupboard, and while the days away, watching morning yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1101033624092952302004-11-19T21:01:00.000-08:002004-11-21T02:47:45.003-08:00I could hardly contain my happiness, laughing and dancing all the way to the bus stop after the Chem paper today, pulling an embarrassed Youyi along with me. Haha. Finally, it's all over. But somehow I think I don't deserve the relief and joy I feel now - I feel like I didn't work hard enough, didn't suffer enough; I didn't do as well as I would like to. Sigh. Oh well, anyway I can't turn the yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1092563721529597162004-08-12T20:43:00.000-07:002004-08-15T02:55:21.530-07:00We received our Chinese O-levels results today...I GOT A1! *jumps around in joy* Haha. I didn't expect it at all, in fact I was hoping for a B3. But look how it turned out. *jumps around some more* Yippee!
The moment I reached home, I saw my mother sitting on the sofa, waiting for me. She said that she specially came home early to comfort me. And when I told her my grade, she thought I was yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1092132517631788492004-08-06T19:10:00.000-07:002004-08-10T03:09:36.763-07:00After the National Day celebrations, Dan er, Ming fong and I went to watch The Village. It wasn't as scary as I expected, I only screamed twice. The romantic and philosophical plot was rather good, but I don't like the ending. Dan er and I agreed that at the very end, they should flash an image of a real monster in the woods, just to show that they exist. That will make The Village more like whatyunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1092132106350336302004-08-05T18:02:00.000-07:002004-08-10T03:01:46.350-07:00Tutored HuiZhen in her English orals today - it was quite fun. Hehe.yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1092131961754387272004-08-03T17:59:00.000-07:002004-08-10T02:59:21.753-07:00Watched Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister. It was fantastic. A refreshing twist from the normal Cinderella story. It reminds me of Girl with a Pearl Earring, somehow. Maybe it's the dresses, or the artists in both movies. Anyway, I liked it a lot - going to watch it again. I watched Ella Enchanted too, it's just average. I might get the soundtrack, though. The songs are nice.yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1091352053376562532004-08-01T17:49:00.000-07:002004-08-03T03:05:59.826-07:00All else had lost its appeal, the dancing, the singing, the marching, they were just the usual, they did not interest me. Only the fireworks remained constant. Year after year, it never failed to delight all those watching. I re-lived the magic of hearing the entire stadium erupt into screams of joy as the colours exploded in the inky night sky. A wave of euphoria rushed through me, and I felt yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1091184988105756782004-07-30T18:53:00.000-07:002004-07-30T03:56:28.106-07:00Huimin said that some of her friends from Deyi are already doing their third round of revision for the Prelims. Their third round! And most of us haven't even started on our first. I think it's the result of our mid-year examinations being after the June holidays instead of before- while other schools can spend their whole June reflecting on their poor exams results and improving them, we only yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1090832176619141642004-07-26T16:56:00.000-07:002004-07-26T01:58:10.706-07:00I want to watch The Woman in Black, but I'm too much of a scaredy-cat. Haha. I've never ever watched a horror movie before in my whole life. Just seeing the trailers and reading the reviews of them freak me out. In fact, I couldn't sleep for a night after reading the review of The Woman in Black.
I think plays with the theme of horror are much worse than horror movies. You are surrounded by theyunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1090485995680339432004-07-21T21:34:00.000-07:002004-07-22T01:47:21.943-07:00We spent the entire day taking photos and doing nothing else. No lessons at all, except for Chinese. Haha. It was crazy. Everywhere in the school, people were posing for photos, even the teachers. And everyone looked wonderful in their ethnic costumes.
Traditional costumes are pretty, but they are, as the name suggests, "traditional". It would be weird to wear them when it's not Racial yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1090485259022650722004-07-20T22:42:00.000-07:002004-07-22T01:34:19.023-07:00Dion gave Madina and I a pep talk after tuition today, about our poor A-maths results. I feel rather guilty now, for slacking so much this year in maths lessons. I think Dion is more concerned about our results than us- he even offered to give us extra tuition for free. At least his words are motivating, he said we could get an A if we put in enough effort. Sigh. I shall try not to let him down.
yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1090484657703478272004-07-19T23:10:00.000-07:002004-07-22T01:24:17.703-07:00Ying Jun, Dan er and I went to find our ethnic costumes for Racial Harmony day after school. We had such fun trying out different costumes at a costume-shop, which was tucked away in a little quiet spot at Bugis. I tried a purple Arabian costume and a Victorian dress, complete with the puffy sleeves, tight bodice and huge skirt. Haha. We should have brought our cameras along. In the end, Dan er yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1090027623191619102004-07-16T21:15:00.000-07:002004-07-16T18:28:38.783-07:00Went to Orchard with Jessica, Youyi and Dan er after the speech-day rehearsal. We took neoprints at the new shop at Far East Plaza, then went to Pacific Plaza to look for a wallet for Youyi. In Ripcurl, I saw a beautiful blue watch. It looks a little like my present one, but nicer, and the colour reminds me of a lagoon with crystal-clear waters. But the price...*sobs*
yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1089886321999358032004-07-15T18:14:00.000-07:002004-07-15T03:15:17.203-07:00I tried sending an email to the journalist in the Straits Times responsible for publishing my book review, to remind her of my $30 prize. But it was unsuccessful - mail delivery failure. It's so unfair! Sophia and Michelle have got their prize already and I have nothing. Sigh, I don't think I'll ever get it.yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1089448342315773522004-07-10T16:28:00.000-07:002004-07-10T01:33:05.933-07:00I saw Shawn Lee from I Not Stupid again! This time it was at Clementi. Good thing Rachel thought of going there to collect donations. Hehe. Cute-ness.
I like flag-day. You get to observe people, and to pester them for money. The Clementi people were quite generous, but there were a few weird ones too. Like the old man who started lecturing about how we are actually collecting money for the yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1089371045473613872004-07-09T19:00:00.000-07:002004-07-09T04:16:30.403-07:00The line separating fantasy and reality has blurred so much, that I cannot differentiate between what is real, and what is just a fragment of my imagination anymore. The second life I created in my head is beginning to take over the real one. My imaginery life. My solace. That's the reason why I spend two or three hours lying on the bed before I can fall asleep. My mind keeps me awake, it wants yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1089186478337909162004-07-07T16:50:00.000-07:002004-07-07T00:52:49.600-07:00Just had my Chinese O-level Orals. The passage was okay, but I guess I didn't do very well for the newspaper report and the conversation.
The examiner asked,"What do you think of housework?" and I replied blankly,"Uh...I don't do housework."
*silence follows*
How dumb is that. I should have lied and said that I do housework everyday or something. The exmainer asked more questions about what yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1088768198362109452004-07-02T19:23:00.000-07:002004-07-02T04:40:12.426-07:00The Ballerina
The spotlight illuminated her gentle smile as she gazed out over the audience. She moved effortlessly, prancing across the stage as light as a feather. However, under that facade of gracefulness, she was exhausting every ounce of strength she had. Her toes struggled to support the entire weight of her body, as she lifted her right leg up to an arabesque. Ignoring the strain of her yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-10884063849150892004-06-25T23:46:00.000-07:002004-06-28T00:08:09.873-07:00So much for promising myself not to do any more last-minute mugging. The exams start in two days' time but I haven't started my revision at all. Here I am, slouching around, finding any excuse to keep myself from studying. I know I will have to start sometime, but I'm procrastinating, doing useless things just to push the thought of the exams -and the stress associated with it- away. I've tried yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1087637310656794762004-06-19T17:34:00.000-07:002004-06-19T02:30:19.316-07:00I realised that the outback horse-ride in New Zealand, where all I had to do was to sit on the horse while it followed the line of horses in front of it, was a piece of cake compared to my horse-riding lessons in Malaysia. It was really difficult trying to control a naughty horse. The instructor said I had to kick the horse and pull the reins very hard, so that the horse will listen. But it yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1087372663896041452004-06-16T16:03:00.000-07:002004-06-16T01:16:49.973-07:00Didn't go for tuition last night, partly because Madie was not going, and also because I was sick anyway, with a sore throat and stuffy nose. I feel better now though, the stuffy nose has at least become kind of runny, so I can breathe again, but my throat's still sore. I hope it cures before the Chinese O's Oral Exams.
I went to Suntec City to have a Thai buffet lunch just now and am totally yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1087117893669692992004-06-13T17:10:00.000-07:002004-06-13T02:19:17.203-07:00I had a dream last night. More like a nightmare, actually - I woke up with my heart thumping so wildly I thought I was going to get a heart attack. Yet I wish it would never end. It was the loveliest nightmare I ever had, kind of bitter-sweet.
It's fading though, images of it flashing through my mind and away again like a snatch of music. All I can do is to clutch onto the memories feebly...
I yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1086938381758408122004-06-11T15:15:00.000-07:002004-06-11T00:19:41.760-07:00Stranger in Paradise
Sarah Brightman
Take my hand
I'm a stranger in paradise
All lost in a wonderland
A stranger in paradise
If I stand starry-eyed
That's the danger in paradise
For mortals who stand beside an angel like you
I saw your face and I ascended
Out of the commonplace into the rare
Somewhere in space I hang suspended
Until I know there's a chance that you care
Won't you answer this yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1086593560240152812004-06-07T15:22:00.000-07:002004-06-07T00:32:40.260-07:00Yay! Waffletown opened in Crown Centre. Dan er, Mingfong and I went there for lunch. Lots of Hwa Chong people there. Haha. I had a Rum & Raisin ice-cream waffle. Love that ice-cream flavour. *licks lips*
We ate rather slowly, so as a result I was late for my English Prelims Oral Exam. Ming fong and I chased Dan er back to school with a tiny red flower (she's terrified of them) and I managed not yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1086332035526015682004-06-03T23:02:00.000-07:002004-06-03T23:53:55.526-07:00Went with Dan er and Youyi to watch The Day after Tomorrow at Lido. It was pretty good, not as thrilling as I expected, but the scenes are so spectacular that they themselves make the show a worthy watch. The part where the four tornadoes wreck Las Angeles just blew me away(forgive the pun), and the snow scenes were fantastic. I think it would be quite fun to get stuck in an old library, buried yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1086002142924134572004-05-31T19:18:00.000-07:002004-05-31T04:15:42.926-07:00It's over! I think I should have at least hit a B3. Now to rest a bit, and then start on revision for the mid-years. I've learnt my lesson and will not do last minute mugging anymore.
Today after the paper, Sarah and I went to Cineleisure to watch Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen. It was a really crazy movie, no doubt funny, but I think it's too superficial. Lindsay Lohan can dance yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1086001712184350372004-05-30T23:19:00.000-07:002004-05-31T04:08:32.183-07:00Well. I'm more or less ready for tomorrow's exam. Wish me luck.yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1085734956705410122004-05-28T17:01:00.000-07:002004-05-28T02:05:43.956-07:00The end of Term 2. We got back our Progress Reports today. My grades have all dropped by a notch.
A2 for English and Chemistry.
B3 for E-maths, Physics, Literature and Combined Humanities.
C5 for A-maths and Chinese.
Sigh. Such disappointing results. I must stop slacking and work harder next term. I must start doing my maths homework. And my chinese. I'm so worried, I'm afraid for my yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1085734338271805312004-05-26T20:52:00.000-07:002004-05-28T02:04:20.336-07:00What was I dreaming of? It's time to wake up.yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1085209023556405422004-05-22T14:58:00.000-07:002004-05-28T02:05:03.786-07:00Went for Pet-a-thon today. One hour of Pet-a-thon. After watching all the dog-owners walk their dogs to and back from Botanic Gardens, Dan er and I decided that we didn't want to spend the day learning about animal awareness and dog obedience. So, after finishing our chocolate ice-cream, we went to the side gate at the staff carpark, which is usually quite deserted. As we were just about to sneakyunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1084953134245254142004-05-19T03:12:00.000-07:002004-05-19T00:52:14.246-07:00I'm so glad my old maid is back. Um...don't take that literally. I mean I'm glad my previous maid is back, the one who worked for us 3 years ago. Her name is Sutiyani. I get along with her very well. When I was in Primary school I used to spend the evenings just chatting with her, listening to her stories about the village she lived in in Indonesia. So she's kind of like a live-in friend to me. yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1084682125900312952004-05-15T22:26:00.000-07:002004-05-15T21:44:18.073-07:00Went to watch Troy with Kirsten, Khine Mon, Rachel and Belda. It was fantastic. There's something about epics that just draws you in. My favourite character is Achilles. I think his love for Berseis is the greatest of all. Paris and Helen are just plain selfish. Helen didn't even really love Paris in the first place, it was Aprohite, goddess of love, who "gave" Helen to Paris. Sigh. I'm glad yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1084441448691937232004-05-13T17:45:00.000-07:002004-05-13T02:45:06.770-07:00My maid has gone back to Phillipines. This means I get to eat out for the entire week because all of us are too lazy to cook but it also means that I have to help with household chores. I will do anything but washing the dishes, I hate cleaning them because the dishwashing liquid causes my skin to peel. So I chose making the beds. It wasn't as easy as I thought, as all the blankets in my house yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1084359424142355462004-05-11T19:50:00.000-07:002004-05-13T02:33:30.993-07:00Today in Lit, we did unseen poetry. Ode to Autumn by John Keats. Keats is nice just to read but terrible to do questions on, because his descriptions are all so elaborate and there's so much imagery to analysis. And the assignment's graded. Eeek. I think we all Litbags are going to die from rock-bottom CA marks. Litbags, litbags...they are a term Rachel came up with, and now even Ms Noraini callsyunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1084358833918941652004-05-10T20:19:00.000-07:002004-05-12T03:50:20.036-07:00I thought I had cried my tears dry when they announced the bad news on Friday, and during the wake on Saturday. Well, I guess I thought wrong.
The choir was invited to sing at Mrs Lee's funeral today. This morning, after a rehearsal at the school, we left for St. Andrew's Cathedral. We were allowed to sit in a supposedly "forbidden" area, at the very front of the cathedral, hidden away from the yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1083915758203593462004-05-07T15:45:00.000-07:002004-05-07T18:55:40.716-07:00She complained of a splitting headache which got worse and worse; she had difficulties in breathing; she collapsed. All in a matter of minutes. And now our principal is gone.
It's true, that we never cherish people until they leave us. Only yesterday Mrs Lee was just someone in my life, she was just the principal of my school. I always thought her too demanding, and never realised that despite yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1083833211089640882004-05-06T16:45:00.000-07:002004-05-06T01:51:17.013-07:00You have no idea how worried I am about the exams. It's just that I can't get down to really studying. Sigh. I wonder why.yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1083831757439757362004-05-03T18:12:00.000-07:002004-05-06T01:28:29.873-07:00Teachers like happy endings. They like essays where there is a moral to be learnt at the end, when the character overcomes a crisis to become a better person. That's where my problem lies. I can't write happy endings. Ms Shen will know, because almost all the compositions I handed up to her ended with death - either by suicide or euthanasia. Especially the one where the mother kills her daughter.yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1083403362451354922004-04-30T20:25:00.000-07:002004-05-01T02:27:01.950-07:00Mother Tongue O-levels are in a month's timeyunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1083403310680409042004-04-30T20:21:00.000-07:002004-05-01T02:26:10.200-07:00April is the month when the sunrises are layered with beautiful shades of pink and purple. When the bougainvillea spill over the edges of the overhead bridge in their magenta glory. April was. Now the flowers have withered, but the hot humid weather remains.
yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1082973218476795702004-04-25T18:50:00.000-07:002004-04-26T03:00:10.606-07:00Ming fong did not go with us afterall. Her dad didn't allow her to.
We had fun on Saturday anyway. After running 2.4km for Napfa, a whole bunch of us went to MacDonald's for breakfast, then to Coronation Plaza for sushi, and back to school again to do some studying. At noon, Ying Jun and I went to meet Emmeline at Cineleisure. We went all around Orchard searching for a suitable present for Dan yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1082704065820289452004-04-23T15:10:00.000-07:002004-04-23T00:11:54.360-07:00Ming Fong agreed. Phew. Now I can forgive her. I'm glad because I'm not good at bearing grudges for long.yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1082703886379122112004-04-22T19:34:00.000-07:002004-04-23T00:14:31.843-07:00I think he's angry with me. Ding Hai. I just found out from Vanessa that there was supposed to be a class gathering on Good Friday, but Ding Hai didn't even tell me. Usually he would ask me to help him organise it.
He has reasons to be angry, though. Because when he kept asking me to go to his church and cell group with him, I repeatedly said no, and gave him various excuses. I mean, I haven't yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1082450088344441302004-04-20T16:28:00.000-07:002004-04-20T01:39:57.000-07:00E-maths test was quite easy but I made so many silly mistakes I might even fail. Sigh. Carelessness.
Dan er and I are considering to give the classroom a make-over. It would be cool studying in a retro-themed classroom complete with a disco ball. Hehe. Don't think we have time to do it, though, seeing that the exams are around the corner.
I have decided that I will forgive Mingfong only if sheyunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1082102159928806382004-04-16T15:59:00.000-07:002004-04-20T01:41:23.920-07:00Mdm Su put me back next to Natalie. She said Rini and I talked too much. Sigh. This time I have decided to stick to my present seat. Natalie isn't that quiet afterall, but she listens to Mandopop and watches Chinese shows only, so our conversations are rather strained, since we have little in common. But I feel I might be able to get along with her. At least our friendship has improved a little. yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1081845579570169852004-04-13T16:45:00.000-07:002004-04-16T01:04:22.293-07:00I lent my precious limited edition Norah Jones cd to Manisha last week, making her promise to take care of it well, and what do I get back? The cd itself is in decent condition but now a huge crack stretches across the whole cd case. So huge, that pieces of plastic from the case threatens to fall out. Oh well. At least it's only the case. Goodness knows what else can happen to your things when yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1081509816832948332004-04-09T19:24:00.000-07:002004-04-09T04:27:26.123-07:00I went ice-skating with Genevieve and Janet and their siblings today. Janet's sister Irene is such a bubbly little girl. She goes around hugging people whom she barely knows, holding their hands and telling them jokes. So sweet. Genevieve's brother Bryan is quite charming too.
I saw Shawn Lee at the rink just now! Is that his name? The star of I Not Stupid and Home Run. He looks cute when he yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1081421803587946772004-04-08T18:58:00.000-07:002004-04-08T04:01:47.623-07:00Today we watched Godspell the musical, in celebration of Good Friday. Natalia, Sem, Rachel and I were fooling around at the back of the theatre: They started waving vigorously to the cast on stage and I swung my house t-shirt round and round in the air. It was really funny because we did that at the supposedly serious parts of the musical. Haha. At the beginning of the play, when they announced yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1081159128595518382004-04-05T18:01:00.000-07:002004-04-05T03:06:18.046-07:00I finished I Capture the Castle, by Dodie Smith. It's a lovely book with simple, sweet narration from a young girl. I didn't like the ending, though. How can she end up with a man who is almost as old as her father?! Well, I guess it's just a bizarre story with bizarre twists and a bizarre ending. Haha. Can't wait for the movie to be released here.
We managed to persuade Mdm Su to let Joleen andyunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1080876278844796552004-04-02T11:40:00.000-08:002004-04-01T19:28:18.030-08:00Okay...something's wrong. My entries are not showing.yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1080816945032635952004-04-01T19:50:00.000-08:002004-04-01T19:27:17.890-08:00Dan er and I went to Little India after school today to get our Bindis. We had a rather fun time choosing them, and exploring the quaint little shops winding along Little India Arcade. I like that place. They sell cool Indianish stuff. Intricate jewellery boxes, bangles and all.yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1080638828925824822004-03-30T17:20:00.000-08:002004-03-30T01:32:50.076-08:00I was quite pissed with Manisha today because she touched me with her saliva-coated fingers (she sucks on them) again, and kept whining about how she was going to fail her E-maths test. I wouldn't mind if anyone else whined to me about flunking, but Manisha always groans and moans and demands that you listen to her sorrows, and then, she does extremely well. Sigh. She's afraid of failing, while yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1080445439221569162004-03-26T23:03:00.000-08:002004-03-27T19:51:32.873-08:00The horizon above was like a jeweled cup from which dusk was falling. I strolled leisurely along, basking in an amber sunset radiance under a sky of rose and blue. It was pure pleasure. Walking. Not rushing off to anywhere, no worries about unfinished homework and upcoming tests clouding my mind. Just walking. Being in touch with the earth. Shrouded by surreality.
Listen to the sad, tired rune yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1080219830262920292004-03-25T21:02:00.000-08:002004-03-26T03:35:21.856-08:00Went to KAP with Dan er and Youyi to do some Chemistry. We met lots of St. Marg's people there. Studying. We managed to get a bit of Redox Reactions done. Then we started fooling around and teasing Dan er about Tin Tin aka Abdullah. Haha. Her Chinese High crush. There were so many Chinese High people with skin-tight mini shorts we just couldn't resist bursting into laughter. I wonder how You yi yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1079795471493835442004-03-20T23:16:00.000-08:002004-03-20T07:15:14.750-08:00Choir camp. We had 9 hrs of choir in one day. Wow, how did we ever survive?
Practice ended at 10.30pm. Sarah, Kirsten and I queued for one hour to get into the shower cubicles which had no lock and hot water. Then we went to the hall to prepare our sleeping bags when I suddenly had this urge to scare myself. Don't ask. I pulled Emmeline, Charmaine, Vanessa and Alicia along and we dared each yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1079598438300039592004-03-18T16:26:00.000-08:002004-03-20T07:19:12.826-08:00Today I raced with the rain and I won. yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1079519636698247712004-03-17T18:35:00.000-08:002004-03-17T02:38:56.856-08:00Your Energy is Purple. You are a visionary withunmatched intuition and spiritualconsciousness. The mystical world andunexplainable forces fascinate you. Thereresides in you a true dignity and nobility, andothers see you as a worthy leader, and loyalfriend. You are often very mature, with a deepunderstanding of human nature, and you willinstinctively encourage and guide others towardtheir full yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1079420385178034892004-03-16T14:59:00.000-08:002004-03-15T23:04:38.920-08:00Watched Girl with a Pearl Earring last night. It was fantastic. Scarlett Johansson's really speaks with her eyes. The only problem was that the movie lacks a solid plot. Still it's enjoyable to watch the events unfold with the beautiful setting and music. I have to get the soundtrack, if there is one.
Dan er and I went to Pizza Hut for lunch. We had fun people-watching and just fooling around. yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1079329354666027992004-03-15T13:43:00.000-08:002004-03-14T21:46:08.560-08:00Genevieve and I finally got a chance to sit down, chat and "be paggish", as she would say. We went to Swensen's after Social Studies remedial to have lunch. Golden Treasures meal and Almond and Pitaschio Butterscotch ice-cream. Yum.
I need to do some studying. Plus complete my ten overdue Chinese essays. Plus my e-maths papers. Plus my whole stack of physics papers, which I have lost, and of yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1079265515519869712004-03-14T19:58:00.000-08:002004-03-14T04:01:49.483-08:00It's out today. My book review. The editor added little snippets to it. Come to think of it, it's not a bad job. Being an editor, I mean. You get paid for publishing the work of others. All you have to do is appeal for reviews, read the book, edit the reviews, make a few phone calls and you get your monthly salary. Anyway, they said I would receive a prize. So where is it??? Hmph. They cheated meyunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1078995139548899462004-03-11T16:49:00.000-08:002004-03-11T00:56:52.840-08:00Manisha gave me my birthday present. Three sets of shimmering powder from Caboodles. I'm not exactly sure if I'll use it, but it's really pretty.
My Nike shoes are too small for me. They were bought too small. And why must they be the most expensive pair I have? Murphy's Law. Sigh. My dad told me to exchange shoes with my mom, but he said if I didn't want to I could have a new pair. Obviously I yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1078820175244431992004-03-09T16:15:00.000-08:002004-03-09T00:19:43.246-08:00The Story of a Mother by Hans Anderson
As a mother sits at the bedside of her sick child, Death comes and snatches him from her. The woman follows, desperately questioning the Night, a rosebush and a lake and winning answers to her questions by sacrificing her songs, her blood and her eyes. She crosses to the other side where Death has a greenhouse of human souls and searches among the plants yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1078651628580217122004-03-06T23:30:00.000-08:002004-03-07T01:35:11.110-08:00The Butterfly Effect [Change one thing. Change everything.]
He was a good man, but his mental condition ruined his life. Since young, he suffered from mysterious blank-outs, where he could not control his actions, nor remember what he did afterwards. These memory lapses caused him to hurt his family and friends, physically, emotionally and mentally. Only at age 25, did he find out about his yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1078649987981045232004-03-06T23:23:00.000-08:002004-03-07T01:03:27.170-08:00Sarah Chong and I managed to get to Plaza Singapura in time for the movie despite repeated attempts by Joleen and Joan Kang to pull us to Ikea for lunch with them. The cab saved our life. Haha.yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1078392645492474072004-03-04T17:30:00.000-08:002004-03-04T01:38:05.670-08:00I have just decided that I will never be a model. The camera lights are too bright. And I don't look good in photos.
The photographer just left. This really tall (190+ cm) guy who probably is a university student on a newspaper internship. Two poses in many different angles. And I was quite fussy, telling him my face looked too fat in the photos. But that's because my face is fat. Sigh. I will yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1078393097441584312004-03-03T18:46:00.000-08:002004-03-04T01:41:17.046-08:00Why do I always do things which I know I will regret?yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1078314642123761962004-03-02T23:05:00.000-08:002004-03-03T03:56:57.670-08:00To my "stalker":
I don't know who you are, I don't know where you come from. I don't know how you got my number, I don't know how you knew about my birthday. The only thing I know is that you
a) come from a school which allows handphones,
b) was absent from school that day or
c) have started working.
Sometimes you, being a mystery, scare me, but most of the time you cheer me up. yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1078129207893402722004-02-29T17:17:00.000-08:002004-03-01T00:23:03.576-08:00You might not have noticed, but a slip of your tongue revealed your dirty little secret. I ought to be disturbed, but instead I shall just use it as another example to support that personality trait of yours. It's what Lit students are taught to do, no matter how much the knowledge affects us. Character analysis.yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1077785700579265122004-02-26T16:50:00.000-08:002004-03-01T00:35:52.060-08:00Sarah insisted on practising passing the baton for the inter-class relays. It was all so funny because we were racing around the corridors, shouting and screaming, and the teachers in the classrooms looked out bewilderedly everytime we ran past their classes. Sports Day is scary. I hope nobody drops the baton or falls, just like Manisha did in Sec 2. Please please please. If we don't win, at yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1077422416112716412004-02-22T12:01:00.000-08:002004-02-21T20:05:21.653-08:00Finally collected my ice-skating certificates yesterday. I was surprised I could still remember the steps, well, some of them anyway. Also, I'm considering whether to go on Sunday morning, with Janet, because there are too many speed skaters on Saturday. Hmm. Wish Jonnasical was still there, wish I could continue learning skating.
I'm stopping ballet as well. Trying to. I just can't bear to signyunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1077182902452716822004-02-19T17:40:00.000-08:002004-02-19T01:33:26.060-08:00The more I watch Smallville, the more I think Kristen Kreuk should be cast as Cho Chang in Harry Potter. She just fits the character, unlike that Korean singer Boa who cannot even speak English properly. Hopefully the rumours about Boa playing Cho are untrue. They are auditioning for Viktor Krum in Bulgaria, so why can't they audition for Cho in Asia? Sigh. Anyway I agree with Gen's sister that yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1076749846097077892004-02-14T17:10:00.000-08:002004-02-14T01:13:19.903-08:00Had a fun time with Rachel at Orchard today. We went to Far East Plaza and took some Bimbo shots at the Neoprint shop. Then as we were walking to Cineleisure, I lost $2.50 to this donation guy, who Rachel insisted was trying to pick me up, until I told him I was Sec 4. Haha loo-ser, man. Wait a minute, do I look that Sec one-ish? Anyway we moved on to Heeren and I sat there with Rachel to wait yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1076497200982779942004-02-11T20:00:00.000-08:002004-02-11T03:08:01.983-08:00Irony appears in every twist and turn of life, it lurks in every corner. For those who notice, it makes them smile. A cynical smile, even a sad one. Sometimes it is painfully ridiculous how life makes fun of us in such an ironical way.
Her. Echoes of confusion lashing out like snakes in the dark. No one else must know. The secret burden is growing heavier, day after day. Her jaded body tugs at yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1076322781617700452004-02-09T17:32:00.000-08:002004-02-09T02:36:18.983-08:00You are the blue moonlight. You are peaceful andserene, kind and loving. Your heart neverstears you wrong. You let out uncertainess withtears, and you let out fear with light. Theblue light means distance. You are afraid toget to close to people. You have been betrayedonce before and can't do it again. Your dreamjob could consist of a counsler or a traveler.You love humanity and lonliness. You yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1076233047390108812004-02-08T17:31:00.000-08:002004-02-08T01:40:27.763-08:00Had a nice time with Sarah and Qiu ying yesterday. We went to Far East Plaza, did some shopping, and then watched Lost in Translation. The show won 4 Golden Globe awards, 8 Academy Awards (i think), and Best Actor and Actress. Guess what? It was super boring and I was trying desperately to keep my eyes open in the cinema. I suppose it scores on style and scenery but there was no storyline. yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1075891675090588672004-02-03T00:00:00.000-08:002004-02-04T02:50:14.653-08:00Reproducing my words, plagiarizing my ideas, tearing my soul away.
You thief.yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1075613838934361632004-01-31T22:28:00.000-08:002004-01-31T21:40:13.700-08:00I've just had my first chinese tuition class. Apart from the two Pr 6 girls whom I was having tuition with, it was quite alright. The tutor is my mom's colleague, a plump old lady. She kept piling food in front of me - first, it was just a glass of water, then it was containers of new year goodies, and a mandarin orange which she had already peeled and a bowl of nonya kuehs. And all the while sheyunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1075612751607233562004-01-31T21:18:00.000-08:002004-01-31T21:21:27.216-08:00Gone.yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1075106747245809442004-01-26T16:49:00.000-08:002004-01-26T00:49:43.500-08:00I promised myself I would do Binomials today but obviously I've no intention to. Not today anyway. I'm in deep trouble, because I don't understand Mrs Chua's explanation of the entire topic, and I was away when my tutor taught it. So I'm like ???? now. And the test is on Thursday. Sigh.
Today Rachel and I did our fantastic, simply bimbotic presentation of the invitation letter to Da Bimbo Club yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1074748460781706062004-01-21T23:12:00.000-08:002004-01-21T21:24:55.013-08:00Peter Pan is the best movie I have ever watched and Jeremy Sumpter is so cute! *chants* He's mine he's mine so hands off, everyone. Haha. Actually it doesn't really matter, not like I'm going to start dating him or something but still...he's cu-te! Hehehe.
The show was really good. The settings were very realistic even though the movie is based on a fairytale. It made the movie real, and just yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1074767120607254412004-01-21T00:20:00.000-08:002004-01-22T02:29:15.966-08:00We were all quite wacky actually. On the way to Plaza Singapura for Yenrong's "farewell lunch", Natalia, Rachel and I squeezed into one seat, even though there were dozens of empty seats on the bus. Lolx. Then we started waving to pupils in a school bus. Just like in NZ. And they waved back! Yenrong, Sem, Elisa and Debra were just sitting at the back tsk-ing at us.
We reached Pizza Hut, ordered yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1074586971100411242004-01-19T16:08:00.000-08:002004-01-20T00:26:11.983-08:00Fine. I was wrong. He's still teasing me by following me around in the rink. Anyway I finally spoke to him this week...usually when he talks to me I will just smile and look away lolx.yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1074079010248797702004-01-14T18:24:00.000-08:002004-01-14T03:19:44.000-08:00I have to go to Borders to get that lovely notebook I saw the other day. It's dark purple and has an elaborate pattern of gold threads on the cover. The pages are of a pale pink and purple. It's so pretty! I wanted to buy it but my dad was there. When I told him I was buying it, he stared at the book with a puzzled expression. "I wonder how they can actually manage to sell this at this price (yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1073741486049438002004-01-10T21:29:00.000-08:002004-01-10T05:33:06.366-08:00I have so much work to do and so little time. Help. Today's been all used up thanks to the CCA fair and tomorrow will be filled with ballet and ice-skating. No time no time no time.
Today I met the mad man when I was going to school. My neighbour. I haven't seen him out of his house in ages, thank goodness, so I was totally shocked. I'm scared of him because he's mad. Completely insane, in the yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1073553359394433822004-01-07T17:14:00.000-08:002004-01-08T01:28:05.516-08:00The moon, slowly fading to a pallid luster, hung silently among the pink and orange streaks of the early morning sky. I watched quietly as the car drove on. To my right, the sun was rising, a great ball of fire. It stretched its rays in all directions, which most beautifully seemed to touch every end of the earth, bathing it in gentle warmth and light.
At that moment, I thought that our little yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084928.post-1073377457093015932004-01-06T00:23:00.000-08:002004-01-06T00:24:48.743-08:00Blogger is still not working for me, but I'll keep on writing.yunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902039189377442636noreply@blogger.com