a waste of time

SOYA BEAN VS LYCHEE

2006-05-17T00:44:00.000-07:00

Why oh why oh why?

Innocent I was.
Yet out of the bluddy machine
Plop, plop, plop
Came a soya bean.

YA CAN'T BLAME ME FOR BEING SO FRIGGIN PISSED MAN.
I MEAN. WHEN THE PICTURE SHOWS YOU A BEAUTIFUL JUICY LYCHEE IT MEANS THAT LYCHEE'S GONNA COME OUT WHEN YOU PUSH THE BUTTON RIGHT?

RIGHT.

Anyone'd expect that.
So it really didn't make sense
When SOYA BEAN came out instead!
WHY IS THAT BLUDDY MACHINE SO DENSE.

When people press the lychee button you give them soya bean of ALL REVOLTING DRINKS! UGH. The ENTIRE lychee row was like FILLED with SOYA BEAN PACKETS.

And the PEOPLE who filled it with soya bean! NOT FUNNY. What if a person's dying of lychee starvation and soya bean comes out? IT CAN KILL. T.T

Today I gave away a total of three soya bean drinks.

Spent a total of $2 trying to get 2 lychee drinks (which, thankfully, I DID get in the end.)

Fate of #1 soya bean: Gave to Aggie and told her to find someone who <3 soya bean.

Fate of #2 soya bean: Stuffed down Gayle's throat.

Fate of #3 soya bean: Hopefully slurped up by Gayle's sis, who hopefully didn't throw it away.

See I found all of them good homes. Instead of dumping them in the dustbin where they belong for such a HENIOUS CRIME as IMPERSONATING LYCHEE.

ARGH.

- the Darkening Dawn

Perfect Girl

2006-05-11T04:16:00.000-07:00

Perfect Girl

Her complexion was fair and smooth,
But that was because her face was never wrinkled by laughter.
She got the tie because she could always remain calm and composed
But that was because she was never excited by anything.
During worship, she was the only one singing
But that was because she was the only one who hadn’t broken down in tears.
Her smile was like the shining sun
But it only made her seem as distant as the star was from the Earth.
This girl, she never screamed or cried for anything
But that was because she had everything.
She had everything she wanted all the time
But that was because she never shared or gave anything.
She got good grades because she spent all her time studying
But that was only because she didn’t want to play with anyone.
Her voice was beautiful for singing
But that was because she never used it to cry with someone else.
She carried all her burdens with ease
But that was because she never lent a hand to carry someone else’s.
In the race, she was the champion
But that was because she didn’t stop to help the person who fell down.

She is like pure, unblemished marble
Cold and hard.

- the Darkening Dawn

I AM A GENIUS.

2006-05-09T20:40:00.000-07:00

Goodday to all Revered Patrons of the Darkening Dawn's humble cyberspace rendevous. The Darkening Dawn once again begs her Patrons' much-desired pardon, as she will not write another poem, but rather fill this space with a pile of English words that will probably make no sense whatsoever. (She cannot write another poem reason being she has no strong feelings about anything at the present moment, seeing as how she has finally pulled herself momentarily out of the Pit for a breather, and the burden of homework has fallen off her back temporarily.)

*switch*

I AM SUCH A GENIUS MAN!!! I FINALLY MANAGED TO UPLOAD THAT STUPID PICTURE FROM PHOTOBUCKET TO CREATE MY FIRST SKIN!!! 'course the template was borrowed from angel_of_memory, BUT STIL! EVERYTHING BUT THE... the boxy blogging thing... IS MINE!!! *muahahahaha* ^^ Can't help it man. So prouda myself. Take a look! http://www.cool-catastrophe.blogspot.com. And someone could ya advise me on how to change the boxy blogging thing so the skin will be ENTIRELY mine? So I can put it up on blogskin.com, if you catch my drift.

And I DID write a poem there. A short one. But one nonetheless, and if that's what you're looking for... Well. You know where to go. ^^

*switch*

Ever,

the Darkening Dawn

Matters of Inconsequence

2006-05-05T20:28:00.000-07:00

Matters of Inconsequence

I do say, my Revered Patrons... I have encountered a considerably disturbing problem in my analysis of my friendz4eva characters, whom incidentally have lain low for quite some time now. Friendz4eva are people, they live together in a community (interacting and doing various activites, etc, etc), they have agriculture and pirates and enemies who live in Distant Lands and threaten to ravage the peace of the Land of Friendship. Thus they are living things like any other.

HOWEVER. There is a criteria to be alive...

Ya gotta know how to REPRODUCE.

And thus the problem presents itself. How can friendz4eva characters reproduce? The eggs cannot get pregnant. They are already round enough as it is. (Take a moment to visualize this: A circle with another protruding circle at the side. Ugh. Like yeast budding.) They cannot crack in half and let the newborn egg climb out. It is biologically impossible and would also ruin the atmosphere of this blissful land, if everytime a child were to be born the parents had to die.

...

How?

- the Darkening Dawn

I AM SO SAD

2006-04-28T06:25:00.000-07:00

I'M SO SAD
UNBREAK MY HEART

Don't leave me here in the lurch
Stuck on the com doing my research
Come back and bring back my smile
Come and feed me laughing gas
I need your brains to help me now
The nights are so unkind
Bring back those times when I could grin sincere

1-Un-break my heart
Say you won't go NJ
Un-do this hurt you caused
When you walked out MG
And walked outta my life
Un-cry these tears
My pillow's all soggy
Un-break my heart, my heart

What to do now when projects are due?
What to do when deadlines aren't few
Equation won't cooperate
It's such a dumb programme
But still I can
Get through the night
If only you're online
And school is so cruel without you here beside me
(repeat 1)

Ohh, oh
Don't leave me here in the lurch
Stuck on the com doing my research
Bring back the times when we were all 'ping you'
(repeat 1)

Un-break my
Un-break my heart, oh baby
Come back and say you won't go NJ
Un-break my heart
Sweet darlin'
Without you I just can't go on
Can't go on

- the Darkening Dawn, dissolving in a pile of salt

The Valentine's Reply

2006-04-24T07:36:00.000-07:00

This is what my Valentine said to me:

O my Beloved
Is that your single desire in life?
You call me ceaselessly.
But I tell you, dear one
You have more strength than that
And another supporter other than I
Who loves you.

Beloved,
Stand firm and know that your enemy
Is not the day, but the night.
The night entices you beyond your senses
You cannot help but love it.

Beloved, I myself am a slave
A slave to the adrk.
I can only restore those who are cautious of it
You, my Beloved,
You are entranced by its allurements.

Because, Beloved
He loves you, and He will keep you awake.
You need not be a chain-bound being
You can be free.
You have the strength to go on.

Beloved, do not love me anymore
I will only lead you to lakes of tears
And oceans of salt water.

- the Shadow Valentine

2006-04-18T06:45:00.000-07:00

And he was called the General-Commandant, and no position preceded his, because he ruled from the Tower where no stair could reach.

He was a great healer in his day. Then time decayed his goodwill, so his mind was ever bent on destruction.

This is what the General-Commandant says on the subject of surgery:

Surgery is an intricate art, which, when performed with an attitude of reverence and a determined hand, will allow the surgeon one the greatest bloody spectacles hidden away from everyday sight. The surgeon may uncover the great cavity in a masterpiece's stomach, where his repulsive, meagre vittles go to be churned away. He can reach in to untangle that huge ball of entwining tubes in the abdomen. He has access to any part of this scarlet world and view its gruesome wonders.

Leave the heart for the last, always. At the end of a day of frenzied struggle in a maddening world, take your sharpest dagger and cut cleanly across the masterpiece's chest, breaking the taut vessel of red liquid leading from the red fist of life. Bathe in the shower of blood pumping out from that fist. It is the fountain of life; cherish it and waste not. Let the warm essence of the body wash over your own wearied form.

Renew yourself.

On another grey day, amuse yourself with a few playful games with a knife whose point is sharpened to the point of invisibilitiy. An incision quick and clean, vertically across the heart. If your instrument is of the correct make, bones will prove to be as negligible as the dust that settles upon your finger; you flick it away with the slightest movement and it no longer exists as a nuisance to yourself. In the same way, your knife will move through the bones like your hand moving through the air.

Swiftness of hand is of essence in this singel cut. Else the flow of blood will be broken.

Watch as your trophy goes about his poor mundane routine, his heart beating as on any ordinary day. Then observe as he sees his admiration, and the pace of the red fist of life increases in speed.

Any vertical movement will induce the action of the heart.

It shifts...

One half moves downward, the other jolted upward. All vessels meet with a solid wall of flesh, and literally, life is cut off at the most crucial point in the masterpiece.

Laugh. Enjoy it.

Excruciating pain.

Ha, ha, ha.

And thus her heart was shifted, falling into place.

Rivulets of scarlet fluid running down my neck.
Basking in that living waterfall
Gushing out from your contrite heart.
The warm flow of your blood, your life
It pelts me with unceasing love.
I cherish your heart, dear one
It has finally shifted,
Falling into place.

I came to you with the sole purpose of repair
Came to you and your knives.
You laid me upon your table of cold marble
And cut me apart.
My heart was in two at the mercy of your blade
I didn't want to belong to you
But you have taken my blood, my life, my heart
It has finally shifted,
Falling into place.

She saw the pain he'd been going through
Pain from the separation of his own heart.
The cut that had so cleanly halved him
The deadly sharp swords of love
Had sliced, stabbed, plunged into him
So flowed their blood, their life
His heart and hers in two.
A healing half offered to each one.
Their hearts have finally shifted,
Falling into place.

- the Darkening Dawn

be my Valentine

2006-04-05T03:13:00.000-07:00

Slipping into that void swirling with suns
Merciless light
Malevolent brightness
Stifling radiance
Burns deep into my flesh.
Leaves me scarred beyond recognition.

My Scarlet Valentine,
This is your cue to step in
It is your time
To pull me from that whirlpool
In which I have no foothold
Nor handhold
Nor will anything hold me back
Nothing will keep me intact
Except you, my Scarlet Valentine.

Won't you love me like you did before?

I appeal to you, Emerald Valentine.
Your heart of jealousy grows.
It is ready to evelope me.
I am open to you this time,
I am ready to go.
I will follow where you take me
I will not turn back
Turn back to face the green luminosity.
O my Emerald Valentine

Won't you steal me away again?

Lastly, my beloved Shadow Valentine.
I need you.
Because the brilliance invades my night.
And contaminates it
Darkness is no longer pure.
I need you, my beloved Shadow Valentine.
Your peaceful breath, I miss it
Your stealthy embrace, I long for it.
I need you, my beloved Shadow Valentine.

Won't you help me keep the Dawn at bay?

Slipping into that void swirling with suns.
Merciless light
Malevolent brightness
Stifling radiance
Burns deep into my flesh.
Leaves me scarred beyond recognition.

Won't someone be my valentine?

- the Darkening Dawn's cry

RAVINGMAD

2006-04-01T06:51:00.000-08:00

How Skary is YOUR journal?

The Darkening Dawn is so highly agigated over her *taboo=maths* that she cannot get into the mood to write another story/poem/whatever sounds better than THIS. Therefore she begs her Revered Patrons' pardon in this matter.

Squinting at little points where two lines happen to meet. Little LITTLE points. Then, eyes traveling up a blasted line, you see ANOTHER point. WOW. JOY. And then, you take the second number of the second line minus the second number of the first line divded by the first number of the second line minus the first number of the first line and GUESS WHAT? PRESTO!!! You get an accursed GRADIENT!!! After that, you can actually use the numbers describing the little dots you were looking at just now, plus the amazing, wondrous GRADIENT you just found to calculate an EQUATION!!! *squeals with enthusiasm* What better way could you spend your time than doing all this?

And then as if all this weren't fun enough, you just feel the urge to go on the computer and type out EVERYTHING. And then, just so that there's the challenge, you have to use a dumbo programme called Microsoft Equation 3.0 to INSERT SYMBOLS. So here's the deal: You gotta open up this obscure programme HIDDEN AWAY in the deep depths of your com ALL THE TIME you wanna insert a bleedin' symbol.

So you continue like this, from late afternoon to after dinner into the night... And you just keep doing it, because it's so darn fun.

Grr.

From the heart,

Ever,

the Darkening Dawn

Story of the REAL Silent Scream

2006-03-31T03:35:00.000-08:00

There was a man, he came from a little island slightly off the Equator. That island was called Singapore. The man's name is unknown, because this man is many men, comprised of people over the decades.

This man...

He had a dream. He had a dream of buildings, cages and silent screams. Screams in buildings. It was going to be his musical box.

He just wanted to put everything together. He didn't know how. So he went overseas to do a bit of research on his musical box (they didn't have Internet at that time). He knew that most of the world didn't quite agree with him on what was a musical box, so he had to invent something for himself. He wanted some music, man.

He found a great many musical boxes, too. Way out there, over the five oceans and seven seas, there was a rock off the coast of San Fancisco, and it was called the Alcatraz, and melodies drifted out of the iron cages there everyday, 24/7. Then there was the Scotland Yard, and the area around there was awash with beautiful notes. And everytime there was a skirmish between two big places, the scarlet battlefields always had a live orchestra there, playing his favourite song.

But then he discovered that the best musical boxes were common all around the country. In dirty grey buildings, stuffed full with little nuisances. With the great conductors standing in front of each batch of these nincompoops. Making music out of them. He was entranced with the tune, so he followed some of them home. And found that they were still filling the world with their timeless song.

He knew what he wanted now. It was right there, in every country. So he came back to this little island, and he built his first musical box. It was a very good musical box, so he built more. And then everywhere he went, he could hear music.

They were called schools, his musical boxes.

He grew old, and his ears were bad. He needed music of a richer quality. He wanted melodies that would last through the ages. So he created a form of conducting that would cause all the instruments to make the very nicest tunes. The loudest ones, and the most heartfelt ones, full of the emotion that he always looked out for when appreciating his music.

He grew older, and then he died.

But his music still lives on, even as we scream our loudest, our most hearfelt sounds, always full of the stress and anxiety gnawing at our insides.

His music lives on, even as we scream.

Only his descendants can hear our music, but they like it.

So it will probably continue forever, and in the meantime...

We scream.

Herida

2006-03-24T04:48:00.000-08:00

Severe Suffering Singapore School Student Syndrome

woe is me! (and you,
all you fellow P-O-Ws)
projects long overdue
(not our fault, this be true)
always more in the queue
no one has a clue
of what we're gong through
faces turning blue
we all got the flu
glasses askew
stoning like a statue
brains like tofu
eyebags the wrong hue
sleep we eschew
blankets growing mildew
no time to renew
our minds a stew
destroying our IQ
over work we argue
demolishing our EQ
we're sick of all this hoodoo!
and yet they take all these as their miscue
to further burden this poor crew
is there no rescue?
as each new deadline makes its debut
we all know we're gonna go cuckoo
now whip out your tissue
soon we'll all say adieu.
woe is me, woe is you.

- the Darkening Dawn

the Pit

2006-03-08T07:53:00.000-08:00

they come in pairs, the workers

they come with spades and shovels

and they dig.

they dig for minutes, hours, days, years

most dig for five years or so.

they continue digging

but now they have companions.

little ones.

but no worries, they get bigger all the time

the companions sit by the edge of the pit and wait.

they wait.

after ten more years

the pit is ready to be filled.

so the diggers gather around the edge of the pit

and throw in whatever they think may fill it up completely.

they throw in paper, mostly

books and documents. articles. guidebooks.

after that there is still a little bit of space left.

it was always meant to be filled with...

the companions

so the diggers, they seize the companions

and hurl them into the pit.

unceremoniously, without warning.

now the companions

they are left to dig through the mess.

they dig, oh yes they dig.

but they have more to dig.

they must deepen the hole

even though they stand in it.

that is the nature of the Pit.

to be brought up to dig

dig, such that you might be trapped in it.

and when you find your partner

you too will throw in your little companion

and he will dig

such that he will be trapped in it.

such is the education system.

- the Darkening Dawn

Lost and Wandering... and Awake.

2006-02-24T20:13:00.000-08:00

AWAKE

Light and colour fades from the day
And there is nothing left to look forward to
When night falls but I’m still astray
Can’t you see that I need you

I’m running a twenty-four hour marathon
Three hundred and sixty-five days a year
Going without rest for the longest time, an eon
Chasing you around the clock, my destination’s clear

But no matter how hard I race
You flee away in the dead of the night
Your footsteps get harder and harder to trace
Why have you turned away from my harsh plight

Sleep, my dearest friend, you’re never there to let me take a break
I needed you, but you left me, and now I’m forever awake.

- the Darkening Dawn, in lament of her shattered frienship with what was once her closest companion - Sleep.

to spell it out: R-E-L-I-E-F

2006-02-12T05:33:00.000-08:00

ps. Someone please remind me what goes on in elegies? I want to write one to mourn the passing away of a great friendship between the Darkening Dawn and Sleep. 'Cuz lately it's been running away from me, and I have to keep chasing it, and it's such a sad affair that a poem is in order.

The Darkening Dawn hardly knows what to say as she looks around this familiar, yet strangely alien place, and her fingers pause over the keyboard, smothered by a wave of thoughts that will not stop to be recorded.

She supposes that perhaps she should begin with the usual appetizers, namely, how bad life has been treating her lately. Naturally, the Great and Ancient Ahmah is free to step in right here and berate her for bringing this train of misfortunes upon herself, and furthermore go into a harangue about how the Darkening Dawn should not complain because she is already doing well, etc, etc. Next in the queue, nearly stepping on the Great and Ancient Ahmah's socks in her hurry to reach the Darkening Dawn, would be an MEP girl rushing over to tell her that she should count herself lucky that she does not have an MEP test, or anything of that matter.

In response to these imaginary outbursts, the Darkening Dawn will firstly tell the Great and Ancient Ahmah that the Darkening Dawn agrees with her, nonetheless it was not in her calculations that she should be faced with a problem of this magnitude. Then she will turn to the very flustered MEP girl and either heave a great, irritable sigh or explain, with an abundance of patience, that it was originally her choice to enter the programme. Therefore the Darkening Dawn is forced to the conclusion that it should not be her problem that the MEP girl is forced to suffer, and the Darkening Dawn should be spared from any further torment from hearing about such... mundane things that do not concern her.

There goes the dirty water, off the chest, down the drain. Excellent.

Oh, wait a moment. To the Great and Ancient Ahmah, the Darkening Dawn has a bone to pick with you. The Great and Ancient Ahmah may think that the Darkening Dawn has already picked it, but the Darkening Dawn likes to go through such delicate matters with great thoroughness. /bold/capitalised/why on earth did you make me director of the *insert a swear word here* family night/bold/capitalised/?

The Darkening Dawn bids all Revered Patrons a good day, buenas noche, etc, etc, for she has to leave in a tremendous hurry.

Goodbye.

Ever,

the Darkening Dawn

dot.dot.dot.

2006-01-11T02:20:00.000-08:00

Back by popular demand! ^^

And I'm so overwhelmed with gratitude and everything and all that I don't have anything to say.

Sorry.

Goodbye.

Hehheh. Just kidding.

No wait, I'm not kidding.

I've got black eyed peas blasting in my ear.

I can't think.

I'll be back, no worries.

^^

Buenas tardes!

Menace of the Workload

2005-10-29T05:44:00.000-07:00

man, this is dumb.
why do all the teachers think we can't even do a single sum.
think that our minds are a total slum
they all want us to sucuumb

to that terrible thing called workload
to that horror of generations so old
to that thing which only serves to goad
to that monster which makes us mould
we are going to be sold...

must we conform?
to the world so forlorn
hear it mourn
for it has gone

to that terrible thing called workload
to that horror of generations so old
to that thing which only serves to goad
to that monster which makes us mould
we are going to be sold...

why on earth must we bear this monstrosity
this burden of great sensitivity
like why should we know about salinity
it only causes us to feel animosity

for that terrible thing called workload
to that horror of generations so old
to that things which only serves to goad
to that monster which makes us mould
we are going to be sold...

why must put title wan? so mafan. grr.

2005-10-23T00:11:00.000-07:00

The Darkening Dawn is pleased to say that she survived the exam results, seeing as how they were traumatic enough to throw anyone into a state of comatose. Her mother, fully agreed with her and wanted to calculate the standing of the Darkening Dawn in the class of 1T. However, the Darkening Dawn objected, as this was a matter of considerable sensitivity, and she did not want to cause agonizing mortification to any one of her comrades. No, no need for thank-yous or fawning.

*switch*

the class party totally ROCKED man. like this kind of super-bonding session. THANKS FOR THE CATERPILLAR NOTES!!! *eyes brimming with tears**touched* they were really sweet. (hope you all liked the calligraphy! nearly ruined my sister's pen doing that. heh. it survived.) and i just hope that ALL of one Tee can be united together again next year! (aiya. fat chance. but still... maybe the cool caterpillars will induce the teachers to bunch us all together again?) yeah.

anyway, thanks maisie and shuyi and all the others who helped to put this together. it was GREAT. congrats on a great job done.

*switch*

The Darkening Dawn, on a more solemn note, is extremely put off, to say the least, to learn that her valuable and priceless holidays have been reduced to a few miserable days. This is due to the Darkening Dawn's * teachers who decided that the Darkening Dawn's brains, along with her comrades', are to be stretched even in their sleep and spare time. The Darkening Dawn is afraid to say that her mitochondria are currently in a heated debate as to whether they should go on strike. (If that should happen, the Darkening Dawn may suffer stroke.)

The world is currently in a terrible state of unfairness and injustice. The Darkening Dawn heaves a great sigh and decides, in a noble act of chivalry, will somehow entice her mitochondria to get working again, so as to allow her good teachers to retain their jobs. (Like not doing holiday homework will cause them to be fired. Nevermind.)

*switch*

sigh.

*switch*

Sincerely,

The Darkening Dawn. (aka Master of Friendz4eva, Emotions, Advanced Emotions, and True Illustrations. Please refer to your caterpillar notes. The brand depends on the way the features of the eyes and mouth are drawn.)

*switch*

bye! *HUGGS* to all who bother reading!

just re-aquainting myself with the blog thing again.

2005-10-16T05:33:00.000-07:00

wow. haven't blogged in such a loooong time. but then exams are over and i've got lots of things to do but never mind cuz blogging is a way of expressing oneself and if you don't do that then what happens?

don't wanna know.

congratulations, all who haved survived the exams. i have not written so fast in my entire life. i think the teachers are going to be appalled. it was PAINFUL, i have to tell you. please don't think that i wrote it THAT way WILLINGLY. no i DIDN'T. grr. my handwriting has NEVER been that bad since kindergarten. at least in primary school it had some regularity, if you catch my drift. the one in the exams...

tall, short. flat, narrow. the foolscap paper had it all.

oh well.

Miscallaneous. aren't all journals supposed to be so.

2005-08-30T02:39:00.000-07:00

just to tell anyone who reads this blog anyway - me. please refer to the website 'http://wicked-twins.diaryland.com for my more profound journals. yeah... i intruded on that tagboard. the update on the previous TOUGH WEEK is recorded there in abundant detail. go read.

homework abounds.
listen to my cries - allow me to expound
into the class the teacher bounds
those dreaded worksheets, all coming around
"Complete these worksheets, or you'll go down..."
and in my mind those words resound.
what is the meaning - why so profound?
what is the meaning of 'or you'll go down'?
the worksheets are there, all in a mound
around hell my life rebounds.
these pieces of paper come in compounds
fluttering worksheets, oh terrible sound!
i stare at the homework, that horrifying noun
and i find now as i would have found
homework abounds, homework abounds.

man... no more words are needed to express my supreme disgust at... it.

btw, to all the people involved in friday's skit, A BIG THANK YOU because you guys were a complete success!

grr.

2005-08-13T09:26:00.000-07:00

as seeing how i'm often not satisfied with my blogskin and i have to keep changing and updating my profile and all, i shall now put my profile here. it's much more convenient and fun, so to speak.

name: terrible terrorising teddy (please note that when you use it as a correspondence or as a reference, it has to be CAPITALISED and preffably underlined.) alias Darkening Dawn (same goes for this title).

school: MGROX

likes
- friends: my family, pple from 6.6, 1T, and all my other classes, and pple from church and everywhere else and synchro of course and. uh.
- hobbies: reading eating sleeping. drawing. writing. doing stuff i know how to do. doing interesting stuff. going on the com.
- others: diversity, unity, cooperation. *hint* actually seeing something under the microscope. blue blacks.

dislikes
- tomatoes. ginger onion carrots. celery. dog poop. dog pee. doing nothing productive like i'm doing now but i can't help it. SLACKERS.

goals
- become a world-famous someone pertaining to my hobbies. (see: hobbies)
- get good results.
- be consistent in working
- YEAH.

any questions? if so please place them on the tagboard.

and i'm currently trying to read 'i am gifted so are you' and it's like. um. if i can follow everything in there then i'm a genius. but if not then. 95% of pple can't follow it. and. uh.

nevermind.

PHOOEY.

2005-08-04T02:22:00.000-07:00

A-R-G-H. slackers and untrustworthy people! HOW MANY TIMES?! how many times you gonna slack, not do something because you were crapping the night before? how many times you gonna put off everything to make way for pleasure? how many times you gonna DO THIS TO ME?!! i dont know WHAT you're thinking, i dont know if you CARE, but lemme say that I CARE and you are ruining EVERYTHING.

you know who you are. and if you do, you can come and look for me and and i'll tell you what i think of you. because i ain't gonna stand this anymore. and you know why. and i dont know what to do with you anymore. and i really hope you're reading this so i dont have to tell you myself.

what a dark and gloomy week... series of unfortunate events? grr.

waddeva.

2005-08-03T06:09:00.000-07:00

HAHAHAHA cool finally i feel good! after a whole week of worrying. grr. it's not even friday yet! but THEY are working and LALALALALAA i can slack now. yup. and today i actually survived all three subjects: bio, maths and english. i mean, i hate to say this, but i didn't finish my bio maths and english homework. bleargh. BUT I SURVIVED!!! wooots BUT I STIL CAN'T STAND DICHOTOMOUS KEYS. ARGH. so pointless! yes/no?!

ohyes. mind telling me at any point in time whether the layout is old/boring/seen too many times on different blogs. and can someone tell me what's wrong with the flooble chatterbox?

and i stick to my point that teachers should have a schedule of who gives what assignments so they can KNOW whether or not to give us assignments. and i've also had enuff of assignments. pointless, pointless, 'a'. pwee.

and i also think that the sequels of various books are all a bit... what. i mean, in artemis fowl someone died, in harry potter someone died, and i don't doubt that in the next few books i'm going to read someone else is going to die... how sad! CRY, PPLE, CRY!

what a hectic week! (typical ending for a p2, 3 or 4 compo. times are different now. we end with 'life sucks'.)

Diaries don't have titles.

2005-07-30T07:55:00.000-07:00

first time blogging. wow. and you're not supposed to be reading this... no one realli is. cuz i'm lyk just having stupid fun here. so if you're here besides the person who actually helped me do practically everything to set this thing up (*sigh* credit goes to mommie fresh milk. yup. so maybe i should have used the moomoo diaries after all.) i don't know how you managed to find out that i had this thing unless i said it in a moment of recklessness which is soooo UNIQUE to yours truly.

yup. so actually i learnt two things today. 1. blogging. duh. otherwise you wouldn't be seeing this even though you're not supposed to like i said b4. 2. HOW TO RIDE A SKATESCOOTER!!! HAHAHAHAHA soo FUN soo COOL feel the wind blowing in your face and zooming around STANDING UP! WOOHOO.

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2005-07-28T03:16:00.000-07:00

test test (: