Did you ever talk to God above?
Tell him that you need a friend to love.
Pray in Jesus's name believing that
God answers prayers.
Have you told him all your cares and woes?
Every tiny little fear, he knows.
You can know he'll always hear and he will
answer prayer.
You can whisper in a crowd to him
You don't have to pray out loud, to him.
You can cry when you're alone, with him,
He knows your thoughts.
On a rocky mountain peak, he's there
By a meadow by a stream, he's there.
Everywhere on Earth you go, he's been there from the start.
Let me know if the lyrics are wrong. I'll amend them need be.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Less and less time to blog. I DO NOT want to attend E math lesson tomorrow. I do not. Iam sure MC will fire me. No. Iam not working. Fry me, more like. I don't like E math lesson no more. And I'am justified, because I want Mrs Wong back. Its times when MC sends me to the back of the class that I wished I'd see Mrs wong appear in MC's shoes. I'd rather her to MC, ANYTIME.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Iam really sian to go back to school. You know that feeling of the holidays all to well. That holiday syndrom.. where I dont feel like doing anything after the holidays? Yea.. I am feeling that. My only comfort is that there's no E math tomorrow, which is like, YES!! OMG!! Iam sorry, but i really dread having to see my e math teacher again because she's got something dead set against me. Nope. Not kidding.
Anyway. I just watched my Shanghai video and its really nostalgic. I saw u, that wistful smile. And I miss those times. Yes I do. I saw you on the Lovers bridge- alone. How sad haha. Anyway. You were just in for that short few seconds then u were out of scene. Sigh. I want to rewind the clock. But that's all I have of those times, those memories.
There was this scene where I was hugging, I mean like, practically grabbing Xue Hui and hugging her so hard on that freezing cold ship. You were standing behind and jumping up and down. what for i wonder. Jumping up and down and screaming " hello! Hello! " at the video camera.
Then my dad was filming the scenery. You barged in and dragged Xue Hui with you. If iam not wrong you were trying to throw her overboard. Seriously. hahaha.
Taht's all I can rmb. But I miss it. hahah.
Anyway. I just watched my Shanghai video and its really nostalgic. I saw u, that wistful smile. And I miss those times. Yes I do. I saw you on the Lovers bridge- alone. How sad haha. Anyway. You were just in for that short few seconds then u were out of scene. Sigh. I want to rewind the clock. But that's all I have of those times, those memories.
There was this scene where I was hugging, I mean like, practically grabbing Xue Hui and hugging her so hard on that freezing cold ship. You were standing behind and jumping up and down. what for i wonder. Jumping up and down and screaming " hello! Hello! " at the video camera.
Then my dad was filming the scenery. You barged in and dragged Xue Hui with you. If iam not wrong you were trying to throw her overboard. Seriously. hahaha.
Taht's all I can rmb. But I miss it. hahah.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
OMGGGGGGGGGG I SAW SHERMAINE'S BLOG AND MICHELE GOT WEBCAM!!!!!!!!!!!! SO LUCKY!!! D; D: D; D; D;
AHHHHHHHH IAM CRAVING FOR WEBCAM WHY SHERMAINE AND MICHELE"S PARENTS ALLOW THEM SO DAMN UNFAIR!!!!!!!!! AHHH IMA WRITHING IN AGONY!!! I ALSO WANT WEBCAM YOU( no not you, shermaine, not you michele, either I know u tried ur best to get me one, its just that DAMN SHITTER IN MY HOUSE nOT LETTING ME HAVE WEBCAM) WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY F***ING UNFAIR AND THIS IS THE 1st TI ME HAVE HAVE WRITTEN ANYTHING THAT CLOSE TO THE F WORD OMG>.< WTH WTH WTH WTH WTH!! AHHHH
AHHHHHHHH IAM CRAVING FOR WEBCAM WHY SHERMAINE AND MICHELE"S PARENTS ALLOW THEM SO DAMN UNFAIR!!!!!!!!! AHHH IMA WRITHING IN AGONY!!! I ALSO WANT WEBCAM YOU( no not you, shermaine, not you michele, either I know u tried ur best to get me one, its just that DAMN SHITTER IN MY HOUSE nOT LETTING ME HAVE WEBCAM) WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY F***ING UNFAIR AND THIS IS THE 1st TI ME HAVE HAVE WRITTEN ANYTHING THAT CLOSE TO THE F WORD OMG>.< WTH WTH WTH WTH WTH!! AHHHH
I am just too sian to get back to work. And really REALLY pissed I cant even go for the church anniversary. Seriously man. I mean. What's up with everything and all. Ya. Like you think you can keep a hold on me? Yea yea yea. Good luck. That's all I can say.
PS. I have NO IDEA what I was writing about in the previous post. Sleep typing.
PS. I have NO IDEA what I was writing about in the previous post. Sleep typing.
I cant upload any photos on facebook. Not one. I have absoulutely no idea why. I'll try tomorrow. And Iam dead tired. But I have to blog. I will blog. Ah. Anyway. Went to Quality Hotel to eat. Wanted the wear the black shirt that I had bought with Mich and Sher the last time we went out shopping. But I didnt. Why? Too low cut. Or rather, too revealing. For me. Not for them.
Went there, they were serving dinner. Was a buffet dinner. So we ate. I think the way I stuffed myself, I'm going to put on a load of fats. Iam sure I will.
The ice kachang which had to be self made was way too sweet. The ice ceram was nicer. They were serving some red wine chicken. Iam falling asleep right here on the keyboard. And Averil knows the last time that happened I spoke of riduculous stuff. I'll try not to here.
Came home, cute cake, sang birthday song. And I just saw a pig fall off the roof. Oh. What? Oh. Then we ate the cake. Duh. REally messy thing to eat. And I left half the cake behind. How I managed to eat even a small slice I have no idea. A yawn is enough. Then what? Oh. I got up frmo the floor and told my aunt to come upstairs. Then we couldl have some fun together. I was teaching her how to use Facebook. What did I do next? Oh. I typed http://www.facebook.com/ into the bar. Which bar? the one on top. Ya. Then the connection was lost. Just as my phone says. Connection lost. I think I should sleep. But I will cont this nonsence. Then I taught some crap la. Fell asleep while bathing. Impossible? No . I did. Yawn again. Cats have 64 eyesbrows. Cool right. Then again, i dunno if iamm alr falling asleep where I am. tried to keep my eyes open adn then I realise that its not possible. ye hahaha. my phone is stil attached tothe com. you know waht, i'd better take it out before it burns. yea. burns. Overcahrge you know.I want to yawn. Yawn. Yawn till my mouth falls out. Till my eyes awater so hard I cry. ha. I know i soulnd like iam drulnk. but iamnot. Just tired.anddamn sleeping. Goodniggght everyone. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Went there, they were serving dinner. Was a buffet dinner. So we ate. I think the way I stuffed myself, I'm going to put on a load of fats. Iam sure I will.
The ice kachang which had to be self made was way too sweet. The ice ceram was nicer. They were serving some red wine chicken. Iam falling asleep right here on the keyboard. And Averil knows the last time that happened I spoke of riduculous stuff. I'll try not to here.
Came home, cute cake, sang birthday song. And I just saw a pig fall off the roof. Oh. What? Oh. Then we ate the cake. Duh. REally messy thing to eat. And I left half the cake behind. How I managed to eat even a small slice I have no idea. A yawn is enough. Then what? Oh. I got up frmo the floor and told my aunt to come upstairs. Then we couldl have some fun together. I was teaching her how to use Facebook. What did I do next? Oh. I typed http://www.facebook.com/ into the bar. Which bar? the one on top. Ya. Then the connection was lost. Just as my phone says. Connection lost. I think I should sleep. But I will cont this nonsence. Then I taught some crap la. Fell asleep while bathing. Impossible? No . I did. Yawn again. Cats have 64 eyesbrows. Cool right. Then again, i dunno if iamm alr falling asleep where I am. tried to keep my eyes open adn then I realise that its not possible. ye hahaha. my phone is stil attached tothe com. you know waht, i'd better take it out before it burns. yea. burns. Overcahrge you know.I want to yawn. Yawn. Yawn till my mouth falls out. Till my eyes awater so hard I cry. ha. I know i soulnd like iam drulnk. but iamnot. Just tired.anddamn sleeping. Goodniggght everyone. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Iam actually having a pre-birthday celebration at Quality Hotel tomorrow. And a celebration marks another year of my exsistence on this earth. There's no physical difference. And as for mentality difference, well, its a very subjective matter. See child prodigies. They've mastered the skill level of an adult. Yet in the face of problems, they still revert back to being child-like. So often that it happens to child prodigies that we often forget that they are children, forget that though they may have the ability of a adult, they're mindset is still a child-what it should be. I've heard that people actually envy child prodigies. And I dont blame them. They are special. They are famous people. They are what we call, " simply smart people". And normal people like us cant compare to them. That's what's makes them what they are. They're still human. But then again, I pity child prodigies to a certain extent. What happens when ur mature logically but ur emotional health begs attention? What happens if your mental health cannot keep up with your emotional? What happens then? A part-child-adult? And although their physical surroundings( ie. Studies) may be a breeze, they may struggle to cope with emotional needs. And when they become teens and need the peer support? What happens then? I'd like to know. But its not even a fully discovered factor yet.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Shermaine and Michele came to my house today. As you can see from my tagboard, Michele and Shermaine LOVE their boobs. Its part of their soul. Let me tell you how it started.
I was suposed to meet these 2 people at the bus stop near my house. After waiting for them at the bus stop for a while, I realised that they dropped at the wrong bus stop. Its went like this :
Me : Sher, where are you?
Sher: Ju, there's no ERP!
Me: ITS NOT AN ERP! ITS A FLYOVER!!!
Sher : OMGGG.
ME: I just saw a 70 bus pass by!
Sher: OMG!! I SEEE YOU!!
Me: DROP AT THE NEXT BUSSTOP, QUICKLY!!
Then they alighted. Walked to me house. Shermaine was really afraid of stepping on the drain cover which ran over a small drainage system. And michele, the ever weird one, was counting the number of times she saw lumps of dog poop on the sidewalk =/ " OMG!! I saw 10 already today! "
When at my house, there was not enough space for Shermaine, Michele and I to squeeze into the computer area. So Michele sat on me. SAT. I've learnt that Michele has a very sharp butt bone.I must keep that in mind.
Then lunch. Had tom yum noodles and chicken drumsticks. My mum wanted us to eat more. But well...
We did of things. A lot things but work. We were taking photos. Crazy ones. Of me and Sher jumping at which michele commented that sher looked like a black lion with hair all over her face. Then Mich and Sher called me superwoman. Why? Ask them. Not me.
Then Shermaine and I locked Mich out of the room. Well actually ALL of us managed to lock each one out of the room. Me included. I nearly wanted to bash up the door. But I had a technique :D
Many photos, glam and unglam. We took photos of ourselves, of our jumping, of michele's panties. All these we will remember. ALways. And fondly :D
I was suposed to meet these 2 people at the bus stop near my house. After waiting for them at the bus stop for a while, I realised that they dropped at the wrong bus stop. Its went like this :
Me : Sher, where are you?
Sher: Ju, there's no ERP!
Me: ITS NOT AN ERP! ITS A FLYOVER!!!
Sher : OMGGG.
ME: I just saw a 70 bus pass by!
Sher: OMG!! I SEEE YOU!!
Me: DROP AT THE NEXT BUSSTOP, QUICKLY!!
Then they alighted. Walked to me house. Shermaine was really afraid of stepping on the drain cover which ran over a small drainage system. And michele, the ever weird one, was counting the number of times she saw lumps of dog poop on the sidewalk =/ " OMG!! I saw 10 already today! "
When at my house, there was not enough space for Shermaine, Michele and I to squeeze into the computer area. So Michele sat on me. SAT. I've learnt that Michele has a very sharp butt bone.I must keep that in mind.
Then lunch. Had tom yum noodles and chicken drumsticks. My mum wanted us to eat more. But well...
We did of things. A lot things but work. We were taking photos. Crazy ones. Of me and Sher jumping at which michele commented that sher looked like a black lion with hair all over her face. Then Mich and Sher called me superwoman. Why? Ask them. Not me.
Then Shermaine and I locked Mich out of the room. Well actually ALL of us managed to lock each one out of the room. Me included. I nearly wanted to bash up the door. But I had a technique :D
Many photos, glam and unglam. We took photos of ourselves, of our jumping, of michele's panties. All these we will remember. ALways. And fondly :D
Sunday, June 21, 2009
I've realised something. Kite Flying could actually be a sport. No kidding. You need to be experienced and even have a technique to kite flying. Trust me, unless you're a pro and there's LOTS AND LOTS of wind, the kite will never go up high. We went to Sengkang for kite flying today. As far back as my memory goes, the last time I went kite flying was when I was 5 years of age. And exactly 2 feet off the side walk. So I wasnt running. I was toddling- albeit stupidly, trying to get a kite approximately twice the side of me to fly. Those were good days though.
It didnt start off on a good note though. Just 1/2 and hour before, the sky didnt favour us. Besides the thick grey clouds, there was also thunder rolling in the distance- not a very good sign-unless you want to act as a perfect lightning rod for a bolt of lightning. Devoid of any supernatural efforts to control the weather, I prayed to the Great One and asked Him for good weather. And it did. The sky cleared and started to show some blue again.
When we reached the place, I realised that there was very little wind, very little people, and very little kites in the air. Those that were up were feebly floating a few feet above the ground and then floated gently to the ground. It was not a good weather. But we hadn;t journeyed all the way for nothing. So with determined looks on our faces, we crossed the path-and began trying to lauch our kite- a difficult task.
Was it the kite, the wind, or simply us. The kite refused to fly. It rose gracefully for a few seconds before deciding that it would be better off on the floor where it thought it belonged. The irony. So down to the floor it went. And we humans, unable to fly, stood/ran ahead fruitlessly with the kite dragging on the ground. Some more expert ones gave us THE LOOK. I stared back. Fine, I thought, we were novices. So what.
I tried umpteeth times. By then, there were other people who had thought that our novice family trying to fly their kites was a better show than the kites itself. While running with the kite happily sailing to the floor, I heard a little boy say, " Papa, why that jie jie so not good, kite also cannot fly." I gave him the look and spared myself some dignity when he hid behind his 'Papa's back.
My dad did save some dignity for our family though. He managed to get the kite someway up in the air, almost as high as those of the pros. Under my breath, I swore never to come on a weekend. The number of people who had come into the field to watch was amazing.
Sure. we were tired. And hot. And hungry. My fringe was a mess. So was my hair. And so that was the reason why we quit some time after. I did manage to get the kite someway up though. Not as high as my dad. To top it off, all of us managed to get the kite off the ground. And that, in my view, was good enough. Its the effort. ' Next time,' my aunt said, " we'll come on a weekend." I looked at her, shocked. " weekday." She corrected.
It didnt start off on a good note though. Just 1/2 and hour before, the sky didnt favour us. Besides the thick grey clouds, there was also thunder rolling in the distance- not a very good sign-unless you want to act as a perfect lightning rod for a bolt of lightning. Devoid of any supernatural efforts to control the weather, I prayed to the Great One and asked Him for good weather. And it did. The sky cleared and started to show some blue again.
When we reached the place, I realised that there was very little wind, very little people, and very little kites in the air. Those that were up were feebly floating a few feet above the ground and then floated gently to the ground. It was not a good weather. But we hadn;t journeyed all the way for nothing. So with determined looks on our faces, we crossed the path-and began trying to lauch our kite- a difficult task.
Was it the kite, the wind, or simply us. The kite refused to fly. It rose gracefully for a few seconds before deciding that it would be better off on the floor where it thought it belonged. The irony. So down to the floor it went. And we humans, unable to fly, stood/ran ahead fruitlessly with the kite dragging on the ground. Some more expert ones gave us THE LOOK. I stared back. Fine, I thought, we were novices. So what.
I tried umpteeth times. By then, there were other people who had thought that our novice family trying to fly their kites was a better show than the kites itself. While running with the kite happily sailing to the floor, I heard a little boy say, " Papa, why that jie jie so not good, kite also cannot fly." I gave him the look and spared myself some dignity when he hid behind his 'Papa's back.
My dad did save some dignity for our family though. He managed to get the kite someway up in the air, almost as high as those of the pros. Under my breath, I swore never to come on a weekend. The number of people who had come into the field to watch was amazing.
Sure. we were tired. And hot. And hungry. My fringe was a mess. So was my hair. And so that was the reason why we quit some time after. I did manage to get the kite someway up though. Not as high as my dad. To top it off, all of us managed to get the kite off the ground. And that, in my view, was good enough. Its the effort. ' Next time,' my aunt said, " we'll come on a weekend." I looked at her, shocked. " weekday." She corrected.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
http://apps.facebook.com/quizdoyouknowme/take_quiz.jsp?q=2611849&key=VYXR
The how well you know me quiz. Fb keeps disappearing.
Going kite flying with my aunt tomorrow. I just unearthed what I thought was my one and only kite. One which resembled a jelly fish and a china doll =/ I dug out 3 more, a hello kitty one ( Which I probably got when I was 5 years old, I dont know why I got it, I was never a fan of the Cat With No Mouth) , a free paper one( which got stuck in the tree, explains the large, un-mendable tear) and a green plastic one which no stick and an entangled string. Seriously. Things have fallen apart while Iam not looking. And when I finally do, its already dead.
Also, Iam DAMN DAMN SCARED>.< I have an appointment with the orthodontist on monday!! OMG. If you know me well, Iam DAMN scared of the dentist. I actually evaded the dentist in sec 1 ( Somehow. The dentist was calling me to go down every other day) and I finally faced my fear ( can you believe it..heh...) this year. And I knew that I'll have to go again if I want to do braces( for my teeth , not back) But I never knew its going to be SO fast. ARgh. =/ =/ =/
Also, Iam DAMN DAMN SCARED>.< I have an appointment with the orthodontist on monday!! OMG. If you know me well, Iam DAMN scared of the dentist. I actually evaded the dentist in sec 1 ( Somehow. The dentist was calling me to go down every other day) and I finally faced my fear ( can you believe it..heh...) this year. And I knew that I'll have to go again if I want to do braces( for my teeth , not back) But I never knew its going to be SO fast. ARgh. =/ =/ =/
Friday, June 19, 2009
shermaine `♥ says:*ah
*i hate eng all the while
*but now is hqate hate
X- Julyn ♥ says: *u hated at all along?*hahahahha*I used to love eng*cos I used to be 'good' at ti*but now its like shit.
X- Julyn ♥ writes:
shermaine `♥ says: *haha*does not look like one
X- Julyn ♥ says:
*wadever la*
then u draw lor*
hahah
shermaine `♥ writes:
X- Julyn ♥ says:
*hahahh*
wherer got shit like taht one*l
ooks liek hershey's kisses
shermaine `♥ says:
*my shit lor
X- Julyn ♥ says:
*o,o*omg*serously!
*ahahh*i
am going to copy and paste this thing into my blog
*its too funny for worsds
Well you see it :)
I have copied and pasted it into my blog.
*i hate eng all the while
*but now is hqate hate
X- Julyn ♥ says: *u hated at all along?*hahahahha*I used to love eng*cos I used to be 'good' at ti*but now its like shit.
X- Julyn ♥ writes:
shermaine `♥ says: *haha*does not look like one
X- Julyn ♥ says:
*wadever la*
then u draw lor*
hahah
shermaine `♥ writes:
X- Julyn ♥ says:
*hahahh*
wherer got shit like taht one*l
ooks liek hershey's kisses
shermaine `♥ says:
*my shit lor
X- Julyn ♥ says:
*o,o*omg*serously!
*ahahh*i
am going to copy and paste this thing into my blog
*its too funny for worsds
Well you see it :)
I have copied and pasted it into my blog.
I've locked myself In the room. Seriously man. Iam not joking. The door is totally screwed up. I have the key, I cant open the door because it simply REFUSES to open. What's the matter with it man. Now I've thrown the key outside through the skylight at the top of the door. All that crashing and bashing outside. Dad, Its not going to work. You can bash the whole door down. And I cant believe that exactly what you just did. Bash the door down. Thank you. Iam free now. At least. Now I can go bathe. Thank goodness.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
YOU!!! STOP RIGHT THERE!!!! How dare you say such things!!! How DARE you speak such things of me!!! I trusted you with this and YOU TOTALLY LEAKED IT OUTT! You're not a friend!!! I swear!! How can you do this to me!!! How can you go around saying that Iam
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Damn Innocent?! Haha. joking la. Its gd to be innocent.. sometimes:)
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Received a mockingbird book from my uncle. Thanks man. Now I see a different angle of mockingbird and that is really confusing. No seriously. Thank you.
Found out that he came when I was out. The bag of books ( which included newspapers ) was brought into my dad's room for inspection, which , I think is a really stupid thing. No offence. Just because he keeps my stuff doesnt mean that I don't know how to be exposed to whatever's in there. And its just a 17 magazine for heaven's sakes. Come on la. I wasnt born yesterday. Iam not great in academic results but I have resources to find out okay. Dont think you can stop me. And btw, if you want to play a losing game, I cant help you, can i?
Found out that he came when I was out. The bag of books ( which included newspapers ) was brought into my dad's room for inspection, which , I think is a really stupid thing. No offence. Just because he keeps my stuff doesnt mean that I don't know how to be exposed to whatever's in there. And its just a 17 magazine for heaven's sakes. Come on la. I wasnt born yesterday. Iam not great in academic results but I have resources to find out okay. Dont think you can stop me. And btw, if you want to play a losing game, I cant help you, can i?
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
My life, in a chart
Took this quiz to see the breakdown of my life. Apparently love seems a little distant right now.
The results of your quiz are in. Below you will find your life rated, along with a break-down of mind, body, spirit, love, friends and family, and finances. Then scroll down to read an analysis of your results. This is your life, rated.
| This Is My Life, Rated | |
| Life: |  6.8 |
| Mind: |  5.7 |
| Body: |  7.5 |
| Spirit: | 6.3 |
| Friends/Family: |  4.6 |
| Love: |  2.1 |
| Finance: | 6.1 |
| Take the Rate My Life Quiz | |
Life: Your life rating is a score of the sum total of your life, and accounts for how satisfied, successful, balanced, capable, valuable, and happy you are. The quiz attempts to put a number on the summation of all of these things, based on your answers. Your life score leaves room for improvement. You can make changes to improve your trouble areas, and this will bring you greater satisfaction. Focus on your weakest points and set about to change them. Do not delay your happiness and success. (Read more on improving your life)
Mind: Your mind rating is a score of your mind's clarity, ability, and health. Higher scores indicate an advancement in knowledge, clear and capable thinking, high mental health, and pure thought free of interference. Your mind score is not bad, but could be improved upon. Your mental health is not weak, but you are not achieving full mental clarity and function. Learn how to unclutter your mind. Keep learning, keep improving, continue moving forward.
Body: Your body rating measures your body's health, fitness, and general wellness. A healthy body contributes to a happy life, however many of us are lacking in this area. You have a rather good body score, which is an indication that you take care of yourself. There is room for improvement, however. Please keep doing what works. Eat right, exercise, reduce your stress, treat any illness. Doing these things will help ensure your body will be in good working order for a long time to come.
Spirit: Your spirit rating seeks to capture in a number that elusive quality which is found in your faith, your attitude, and your philosophy on life. A higher score indicates a greater sense of inner peace and balance. Your spirit score leaves room for improvement. Consider making a concerted effort to redefine your attitudes and focus your beliefs. Boosting your spirit will lead to greater life satisfaction.
Friends/Family: Your friends and family rating measures your relationships with those around you, and is based on how large, healthy, and dependable your social network is. Your friends and family score suffers, yet it does not need to be this way. Strengthen your social network by reaffirming old bonds. Seek out new friendships, and they will provide you the reward you need.
Love: Your love rating is a measure of your current romantic situation. Sharing your heart with another person is one of life's most glorious, terrifying, rewarding experiences. Your love score is very low, indicating trouble. There is love out there for you. Seek the advice of wise people on how to go about finding it. Do not lose hope.
Finance: Your finance rating is a score that rates your current financial health and stability. Your finances are somewhat in the middle, neither bad or exceptional. Keep doing what works for you, and improve what doesn't. Focus on long-term financial stability as your goal.
I cant believe it. Iam sitting here, trying for the upmteenth time to log into facebook and the website appears :
Internet Explorer cannot display the webpage
Most likely causes:
You are not connected to the Internet.
The website is encountering problems.
There might be a typing error in the address.
What you can try:
Diagnose Connection Problems
What on earth is wrong with the webpage man. Seriously. Its pissing me off. *shakes computer* Why - * Clicks the facebook website again* cant- * connecting... * the website * internet explorer cannot open the webpage * WORK!! OMG. IF my dad blocked the website... I am so going to $%#$*&^*%$%!!!!!!!
Internet Explorer cannot display the webpage
Most likely causes:
You are not connected to the Internet.
The website is encountering problems.
There might be a typing error in the address.
What you can try:
Diagnose Connection Problems
What on earth is wrong with the webpage man. Seriously. Its pissing me off. *shakes computer* Why - * Clicks the facebook website again* cant- * connecting... * the website * internet explorer cannot open the webpage * WORK!! OMG. IF my dad blocked the website... I am so going to $%#$*&^*%$%!!!!!!!
Monday, June 15, 2009
Ahhhhh Thank you shermaine. My b day still a bit far to go you know! But thank you fro your consideration so far. Looks like its going to be a bash with u 2 crazy people :D
However, on a rather sad note, I've been partially grounded, tied to the house. Give me a scissors someone! Just cut the rope and let me FREEEEE.. But i'll try my utmost best to meet up with u folks okay?? :)
However, on a rather sad note, I've been partially grounded, tied to the house. Give me a scissors someone! Just cut the rope and let me FREEEEE.. But i'll try my utmost best to meet up with u folks okay?? :)
Sunday, June 14, 2009
BOO!! Bored la.
Iam hoping to be able to go out with Shermaine and Michele as a pre-birthday celebration. Considering the fact that I've been grounded, this is a pretty big factor. And if I throw in an added CIP hours, which I am planning to do, this chance of going out will be pretty much mine for the taking :) What do you say?
Iam hoping to be able to go out with Shermaine and Michele as a pre-birthday celebration. Considering the fact that I've been grounded, this is a pretty big factor. And if I throw in an added CIP hours, which I am planning to do, this chance of going out will be pretty much mine for the taking :) What do you say?
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Annoying?! I'll tell you what's annoying.
Was playing Sims 3 on my phone. Somehow, it likes to lag. And because of that, my phone hanged. In the middle of the game. Then my phone auto shut off. When I started it up again, I opened Sims 3 again, only to see that my character was GONE! I mean?! Shut the phone off and tried again. No avail. I watched as my phone did another shut off and my faithful Sims character disappear off the face of the earth. Iam too lazy to create a new character. URGH>.< Piss me off.
Was playing Sims 3 on my phone. Somehow, it likes to lag. And because of that, my phone hanged. In the middle of the game. Then my phone auto shut off. When I started it up again, I opened Sims 3 again, only to see that my character was GONE! I mean?! Shut the phone off and tried again. No avail. I watched as my phone did another shut off and my faithful Sims character disappear off the face of the earth. Iam too lazy to create a new character. URGH>.< Piss me off.
Missing the past
You know how they like to say that we should always look into the future and that the past is gone. That we should not look into our past and wish we could turn back time. Somehow, I wish it were true. Because despite all the things I know about how we should look at the future prospect, Iam missing the past-badly. No. Not THAT far back in time. I miss the time when our relationship wasnt so rocky, wasnt so cold. And what's worse about missing the past is that we cant go back to it, its not possible to go back in time. That makes it hurt more. Then I say that I wish I could turn back the clock and treasure those moments more. But its too late.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Lessons from a hotdog
If you know me, you'd know that I love cheese hotdog. But its amazing what one little hotdog lying innocently on a plate can do. I've eaten other foods which act like they're alive. But never one to this extent. Let me relate my 'wonderful' experience with this cheese hotdog :
The chair scraped back as I took my seat at the dinner table just 1/2 an hour ago. The table was laden with a glass dish which contained chicken, button mushrooms and peppercorn. Add one bowl of soup with fishballs floating in. And not forgetting the hotdog. yay. My fave. LOL.
Okay, I admit that Iam a little addicted to handphone games. And I was in the middle of planting corn in Sims 3. I wasnt about to put my phone down. When I finally did, the cheese had bled out of the hotdog, leaving me hotdog floating in a puddle of cheese soup. The hotdog, however, looked a little shriveled up. That's when I made the 1st of the many stupid mistakes- I bit only 1/2 the hotdog. The next second, my mouth and tongue blazed with heat flames. Only just in time to realise my mum had said ," Dont eat yet ah, still very-" she didnt finish. The hotdog was making my eyes tear. I decided to take action. I stabbed my fork into the hotdog, lengthwise. And out of the hotdog came a squirt of melted cheese, which it squirted nicely into my eye. Score one for the hotdog. Cursing, I ran to the toilet to wash it out. My eye was smarting like anything at that time. When I returned, red eye and all, I realised that the hotdog had a large hole which opened up like a croc's mouth where I had previously ( was it just a moment ago? ) stabbed at it. Beautiful. And my mum still had to cheek to mention that the open 'mouth' effect was the hotdog laughing at me. Seriously. I peered into the hotdog's 'mouth' I realised that it was still bleeding the cheese out. Time was running out. If I wanted to savour the flavour of that hotdog with the cheese still intact, I had to do something fast. Without the weapon I had used before, ( ie. the fork), I picked up a spoon which had been sitting in the soup and proceeded to scoop up the hotdog. The cheese melted into the spoon. Then it slipped off. Did it really have to? The last of the cheese was now, sadly, on the floor, no longer edible. And as you all know, soup (esp. in a spoon ) is a good lubricant, or in this case, an excellent one. I bent down under the table to pick up the hotdog. As I got up, I whacked my head on the underside of the table. Woohoo. Stars and birds appeared. No doubt. There's probably huge bruise there now. The hotdog, oblivious to the ruckus it caused, rolled off my spoon and sat under the table again. Forget the hotdog. My head is more precious. Chirp chirp. The birds are still there. urgh.
To cut the long story short, the hotdog was washed and eaten in the end. It resembled a plain hotdog then. Without any filling. Well well.
What lessons can we learn from this hotdog?
We can learn that no matter how small an object, it can still harm you
You have to bec careful when it involves a head.
DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE A SMALL OBJECT!!
The chair scraped back as I took my seat at the dinner table just 1/2 an hour ago. The table was laden with a glass dish which contained chicken, button mushrooms and peppercorn. Add one bowl of soup with fishballs floating in. And not forgetting the hotdog. yay. My fave. LOL.
Okay, I admit that Iam a little addicted to handphone games. And I was in the middle of planting corn in Sims 3. I wasnt about to put my phone down. When I finally did, the cheese had bled out of the hotdog, leaving me hotdog floating in a puddle of cheese soup. The hotdog, however, looked a little shriveled up. That's when I made the 1st of the many stupid mistakes- I bit only 1/2 the hotdog. The next second, my mouth and tongue blazed with heat flames. Only just in time to realise my mum had said ," Dont eat yet ah, still very-" she didnt finish. The hotdog was making my eyes tear. I decided to take action. I stabbed my fork into the hotdog, lengthwise. And out of the hotdog came a squirt of melted cheese, which it squirted nicely into my eye. Score one for the hotdog. Cursing, I ran to the toilet to wash it out. My eye was smarting like anything at that time. When I returned, red eye and all, I realised that the hotdog had a large hole which opened up like a croc's mouth where I had previously ( was it just a moment ago? ) stabbed at it. Beautiful. And my mum still had to cheek to mention that the open 'mouth' effect was the hotdog laughing at me. Seriously. I peered into the hotdog's 'mouth' I realised that it was still bleeding the cheese out. Time was running out. If I wanted to savour the flavour of that hotdog with the cheese still intact, I had to do something fast. Without the weapon I had used before, ( ie. the fork), I picked up a spoon which had been sitting in the soup and proceeded to scoop up the hotdog. The cheese melted into the spoon. Then it slipped off. Did it really have to? The last of the cheese was now, sadly, on the floor, no longer edible. And as you all know, soup (esp. in a spoon ) is a good lubricant, or in this case, an excellent one. I bent down under the table to pick up the hotdog. As I got up, I whacked my head on the underside of the table. Woohoo. Stars and birds appeared. No doubt. There's probably huge bruise there now. The hotdog, oblivious to the ruckus it caused, rolled off my spoon and sat under the table again. Forget the hotdog. My head is more precious. Chirp chirp. The birds are still there. urgh.
To cut the long story short, the hotdog was washed and eaten in the end. It resembled a plain hotdog then. Without any filling. Well well.
What lessons can we learn from this hotdog?
We can learn that no matter how small an object, it can still harm you
You have to bec careful when it involves a head.
DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE A SMALL OBJECT!!
Someone just asked me if I was a very sad person with a very sad life. And I know where that idea comes from. Seriously. If you've been reading my blog and thinking that my life is pathetic, lousy, or that Iam simply emo, Iam not. Above all, I don't like being called emo. I dont see what's so emo about my blog. All I am doing is just reflecting- but maybe in the wrong way.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
When we read a sad poem, we feel a certain way- pity, perhaps, or myabe just regret with our own lives. Just like love, pain is also an emotion. And since love is universal, pain should equally universal. Just like they say, ' tears are the universal sign of sadness', I think that pain is just another emotion that everyone has to go through. Why then, does sad poems and love poems give us a certain kind of pleasure, ironically? Could it be the way the poet carves his words into our very souls, by allowing us to enter that person's skin and walk around in it? Iam sure psychologists will have an answer to that- an answer significantly different from that of a poet.
Maybe the human reaction of dealing with pain is by sharing. When we encounter something sad, the burden often grows to a size larger than we can withstand. Do we tend to share it with our friends, distributing the pain and making it easier for everyone to bear? Is sadness a really that complex notion to understand? I believe that the answer is simpler than we think. Yet, unlike other emotions, like happiness, sadness is something we tend to with hold inside us, a monster of an emotion, eating away at our very souls. With sadness comes tears. And this is an even more intriging question- why do we cry when we are sad? Is tears simply sadness in a more tangible form? I've heard saying like, " There's a storm in the heart but it rains out through the eyes" Why? Why does it rain out through our eyes? What makes us cry? And why are some people afraid of crying? I guess I could attempt answering the last question. Friends around us, be it male or female, cry at some point in the life time. But we are ashamed of crying, embarrassed of crying. I guess our environment plays a large role. If we meet friends who admonish crying to the cry babies, then one's natural reaction would be to with hold the tears and cry during one's own private moments. However. if one were to be encouraged to express one's own feelings more openly, I think the person would be able to reflect on his or her own reason's for crying better. Not only is it more healthy, actually. And that's what sadness is all about really- sharing.
Maybe the human reaction of dealing with pain is by sharing. When we encounter something sad, the burden often grows to a size larger than we can withstand. Do we tend to share it with our friends, distributing the pain and making it easier for everyone to bear? Is sadness a really that complex notion to understand? I believe that the answer is simpler than we think. Yet, unlike other emotions, like happiness, sadness is something we tend to with hold inside us, a monster of an emotion, eating away at our very souls. With sadness comes tears. And this is an even more intriging question- why do we cry when we are sad? Is tears simply sadness in a more tangible form? I've heard saying like, " There's a storm in the heart but it rains out through the eyes" Why? Why does it rain out through our eyes? What makes us cry? And why are some people afraid of crying? I guess I could attempt answering the last question. Friends around us, be it male or female, cry at some point in the life time. But we are ashamed of crying, embarrassed of crying. I guess our environment plays a large role. If we meet friends who admonish crying to the cry babies, then one's natural reaction would be to with hold the tears and cry during one's own private moments. However. if one were to be encouraged to express one's own feelings more openly, I think the person would be able to reflect on his or her own reason's for crying better. Not only is it more healthy, actually. And that's what sadness is all about really- sharing.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
When its so far away, it becomes unimaginable. And what's far away might also be nearer than you think. We get that impression that 'far away' might mean that its unreachable. But far away might mean just a little over a metre away, when something you desire is just out of reach. That's precisely what's happening. The feeling of being moored to a post and trying valiently to swim away but cannot. The water is rising. You panic. You see your other friends breaking away, free, from their rope which is tying them down to the post, and you realise that you can possibly drown in the process. Scream? Alright. You scream. Then some kind-hearted souls try to pull you out, to cut the rope. But the rope is too thick. You feel yourself suffocating, your head becoming heavy with water as the only gasp of air you try to inhale turned a gulp of water. At this juncture, you have 2 options. To continue fighting, or to give up and let nature take its course. You choose the former. With little hope, you make a last ditch attempt to sve yourself from the rising tides. You watch, as the rope snaps free, leaving you with long cord around your neck. As you rise up, is it relief that washes over you, or is it just the water? Breaking the surface of the water, you begin a long, long journey forward.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Come to think of it, I've never spoken to you about how disastrous my piano lessons are becoming. Just the other day, my cousin's family came over. Though my cousin is a person of few words, she's certainly not lacking in brains. (ie. Her academic studies are like, wow. damn good. ) She took out this, what is it called? A four-string guitar and started playing a hymn. Somehow, that let my aunt on, and resulted in her asking my about how far I had proceede in my piano. When I told them I was due to take my grade 8 next year, they said something that made me break into cold sweat, " Oh finally. Now you can start teaching me. " Now. Iam not saying that Iam unwilling to teach. Its a matter of whether or not I can teach. Let me give ytou an example. I've started playing, or rather, started trying to play my grade 8 pieces ( Man. Are they hard. ) since january, and as far is it goes, I've progressed just as much as a snail would in 30 seconds. The names of the pieces themselves gives me headache. Sonata in D minor. Allegro con Brio. Intermezzo in B minor. Seriously man. What's with the names. And the songs.. the notes give me headaches. The black notes dancing up and down the 5 black lines. oh man.
Monday, June 8, 2009
And here we are again. Far far away from reality. Iam really afraid. Afraid of the past, afraid of my future. I want to hold on to it, to never let it go. That burning sensation that creeps up like a spider churning in my stomach, the 1st signs of it. Finally it has woven its silken fetters around me, that arrow, and that bow, which zipped through the air. And I say its far. Because I cant have it, no matter how hard I try. Its like we're standing just 2 feet away. I can reach out, but Iam stopped, abruptly, by a thick glass wall. I can see across, and it is this glass wall which separates. I remember that heat, radiating off, and it conceals me in its warmth. Those 1st whispers, those 1st wings, of love.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Have you ever gotten the feeling that you miss something so much that it hurts you to even think about it? Its already been 6 months. But that still cant erase away the memories, good and bad, I had of that trip. And its really ironical to even think that a song, an english song, can remind me of a trip into our culture and heritage, a land where our fore fathers once roamed- China. So lets just close our eyes and allow ourselves to sink back in time, a time just 6 months back , to rediscover what we've missed, to reinforce what we've learnt. we're falling backward, tumbling, into a land of dreams.........
I remember when I 1st saw you. Indifferent, it seemed. We were the only ones to board Singapore airlines, while all the rest of the tour group boarded the China Airways, thus earning us the fond nickname " the SQ group" . Xitang water town was the 1st place where I actually saw you properly. Not really. In fact I saw your sister 1st. The sweet, modest, yet discreetly charming lady, as I've always known her to be.
Somehow, we were seated right behind one another in the tour bus. That probably played a big role in binding our relationship. When we took that photo at the Long jing green tea plantation, I still distinctly remember your grin, easily recognisable by the tooth of yours which stuck out like a sore thumb. What struck me was your quick smile, your eagerness to please, your enthusiasim in maintaining our relationship. Notwithstanding your looks. Cute. Its strange that the only thing about our relationship is that photo, captured in poloroid, preserved only by celloloid.
When you left us the day before last, I was sad. Only I chose not to show it. Because apart from the way I realise that 'Big boys don't cry', we weren't close enough .Or so I thought.
Then I remember your 1st conversation on MSN. I sounded restrained. Why? It is the very 1st time I've spoken to any guy without a hint of sarcasm in my voice. Then I realised that I had a lot to learn from you, as you always enjoy, me being a 'small little girl' and a 'sister' in your eyes.What with your chim english, " an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind", " tough times don't last tough men do"," It takes someone dumb to agree but someone smarter to disagree" . All these, what useful quotes I can use in my exams.
When I open my eyes, its all these recollections that allow me to reflect on them in that way. Its strange that these are the main memories that remain in my mind. See dreams may be just dreams. But it is what we gain and understand from these dreams that matters the most.
I remember when I 1st saw you. Indifferent, it seemed. We were the only ones to board Singapore airlines, while all the rest of the tour group boarded the China Airways, thus earning us the fond nickname " the SQ group" . Xitang water town was the 1st place where I actually saw you properly. Not really. In fact I saw your sister 1st. The sweet, modest, yet discreetly charming lady, as I've always known her to be.
Somehow, we were seated right behind one another in the tour bus. That probably played a big role in binding our relationship. When we took that photo at the Long jing green tea plantation, I still distinctly remember your grin, easily recognisable by the tooth of yours which stuck out like a sore thumb. What struck me was your quick smile, your eagerness to please, your enthusiasim in maintaining our relationship. Notwithstanding your looks. Cute. Its strange that the only thing about our relationship is that photo, captured in poloroid, preserved only by celloloid.
When you left us the day before last, I was sad. Only I chose not to show it. Because apart from the way I realise that 'Big boys don't cry', we weren't close enough .Or so I thought.
Then I remember your 1st conversation on MSN. I sounded restrained. Why? It is the very 1st time I've spoken to any guy without a hint of sarcasm in my voice. Then I realised that I had a lot to learn from you, as you always enjoy, me being a 'small little girl' and a 'sister' in your eyes.What with your chim english, " an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind", " tough times don't last tough men do"," It takes someone dumb to agree but someone smarter to disagree" . All these, what useful quotes I can use in my exams.
When I open my eyes, its all these recollections that allow me to reflect on them in that way. Its strange that these are the main memories that remain in my mind. See dreams may be just dreams. But it is what we gain and understand from these dreams that matters the most.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
You know what its like to be subdued? To have the feeling that you've been diluted with water although your surroundings are in contrast to that. Like the world has been tinted a dull shade of grey through your eyes. The feeling of being submerged in a glass of water, and peering through the glass to see the merry making outside. All while you're stuck in the water, surrounded. The world outside is colourful, but your world, your life, you're in is drawn by the very boundaries of the glass prison. Its an empty glass prison, filled with nothing but water. If only you had a stone. Then you could break away from these boundaries, the feeling of being born again, free.
That's how Iam feeling right now.
That's how Iam feeling right now.
Friday, June 5, 2009
You make me feel so stupid.
I see you on MSN so often.
I realise that its becoming really obvious who Iam referring to.
But you hardly ever reply to what I say.
Its true, dont deny it.
If I were to count the percentage, let me see...
It was 30% to 70% that you wont reply.
But somehow we're drifting apart,
like Iam not as 'treasured' as I once was.
The %tage is reversed now.
I hope Iam not being paranoid by saying this,
but, are you, like, sick of me?
Tired to having to keep in touch?
I understand you know
Maybe I should just remain passive for now
And see if you ever start a convo with me.
And I don't ever want you to think that Iam demanding.
Because that's precisely the reason why Iam choosing to leave this person's name as annoyimous.
I agree
Its difficult to keep in touch with someone
you've only met with for a a few days.
I understand.
Its mentally draining to keep in touch with so many people.
So, like a river, you're dropping the most draining rocks behind.
And carrying the small sediments with you
I dont know,
I could be just blabbering.
Not knowing a think about what Iam saying.
But then again, It could be true.
Iam lost for words. Totally.
I see you on MSN so often.
I realise that its becoming really obvious who Iam referring to.
But you hardly ever reply to what I say.
Its true, dont deny it.
If I were to count the percentage, let me see...
It was 30% to 70% that you wont reply.
But somehow we're drifting apart,
like Iam not as 'treasured' as I once was.
The %tage is reversed now.
I hope Iam not being paranoid by saying this,
but, are you, like, sick of me?
Tired to having to keep in touch?
I understand you know
Maybe I should just remain passive for now
And see if you ever start a convo with me.
And I don't ever want you to think that Iam demanding.
Because that's precisely the reason why Iam choosing to leave this person's name as annoyimous.
I agree
Its difficult to keep in touch with someone
you've only met with for a a few days.
I understand.
Its mentally draining to keep in touch with so many people.
So, like a river, you're dropping the most draining rocks behind.
And carrying the small sediments with you
I dont know,
I could be just blabbering.
Not knowing a think about what Iam saying.
But then again, It could be true.
Iam lost for words. Totally.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Seriously. Am I that bad? I never thought I was that bad. But if the results don't show, what evidence do I have? ' Seems like God never gave me anything but dreams.' You know, its the very 1st time that I've seen something that I absolutely, positively, cant do well in. That's hard enough. But the fact that I have a choice as to whether I want to continue with this makes the whole desicion harder. Everything I do now boils down to the question : SHOULD I DROP A MATH? I have always been poor in anything that has to do with figures. But I've never had a choice. Now I do, its even harder. Its so ironical. there are things that I wish we could have a say in, but its just not possible. Now I wish there was no choice as to whether I can drop a math or not. It just makes life harder, the desicion more difficult, the facts and figures more confusing.
anyway. Iam having a really hard time typing because my hand hurts. Like crap yea. Idk why. I have to keep retyping certain word over 3 times before I get it right. So you can see its tedious for me, even in things I usually enjoy, ie. blogging.
anyway. Iam having a really hard time typing because my hand hurts. Like crap yea. Idk why. I have to keep retyping certain word over 3 times before I get it right. So you can see its tedious for me, even in things I usually enjoy, ie. blogging.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
I wish I can say this is all a dream. But, this isnt. Its reality-in the face. I dont want to lose you as a friend, but there's only so much I can do to prevent you from feeling disappointed with me. I hate disappointing you- I hate it more than anything else. Because besides you being my pillar of strength for as long as I've known, you've also been a shoulder to cry on and a wonderful friend. Its due to all these at which I dont wish to sour a relationship with you. But somehow I have. Unknowingly. Due to my naivity and my ignorance. I've thought it out, and yes, I believe you have a right to be upset with me a little. And this is what hurts me most.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
There was glass all above me, the runny eye of the sun in the sky as it got tinier and tinier. I beat my fists against it, just like the ice that had healed itself above me again, and with that, I couldnt push through. The water I was submerged in was cold, ice cold, and it sucked at me all at once. Cold, like a frostbite, like a brainfreeze. I was so numb, I stopped shivering.
The water entered my nose and mouth. I couldnt breathe. As I closed my eyes, I curled my fists around the things that I knew:
That someone out there cared.
That you were special to someone.
This time, I wasnt the only one who broke.
I knew it from that very moment. That I should have gone with you to the frozen pond. That you had been deprived of ice for so long that it was natural for you to creep onto the ice although I told you not to. That the ice was way too thin to support your weight. It shattered, like a spider's web, and there you were, trapped in the middle, unable to escape. For a long time, I could only see you sinking. I pictured you, your hair, streaming out, like a mermaids, and your soft brown eyes staring lifelessly out of the coffin where I last bade you goodbye. You were my life to me, and you've never left me since.
Life's unfair. That's true. But here's what i've realised after your death:
That when you think you're right, you're most likely wrong.
That objects that get broken- be it hearts, promises - will never be healed whole.
That you can miss a person you've never known.
The water entered my nose and mouth. I couldnt breathe. As I closed my eyes, I curled my fists around the things that I knew:
That someone out there cared.
That you were special to someone.
This time, I wasnt the only one who broke.
I knew it from that very moment. That I should have gone with you to the frozen pond. That you had been deprived of ice for so long that it was natural for you to creep onto the ice although I told you not to. That the ice was way too thin to support your weight. It shattered, like a spider's web, and there you were, trapped in the middle, unable to escape. For a long time, I could only see you sinking. I pictured you, your hair, streaming out, like a mermaids, and your soft brown eyes staring lifelessly out of the coffin where I last bade you goodbye. You were my life to me, and you've never left me since.
Life's unfair. That's true. But here's what i've realised after your death:
That when you think you're right, you're most likely wrong.
That objects that get broken- be it hearts, promises - will never be healed whole.
That you can miss a person you've never known.
Monday, June 1, 2009
plea
I dont know what you want me to say. Because Iam really afraid of what I say might annoy you. I find you scary only a little okay. Iam lost for words. I've learnt that by now, sorry cant solve everything. But i'll try. I'll make this one last ditch effort to save this friendship already beaten on the rocks. Iam sorry. I didnt mean to. i didnt mean to to sound like a sadistic senior. I was, and am, appealing to you. I know you cant. But I wish its possible. Please treat me the same. Please. I beg you.
You know what? Iam more naive than I think. What Shibin said is right. Iam more immature than I think. I dont know what to say at the right time. I dont know what will offend someone. All I know is that everyone has different reactions. And that you are one reaction that I never thought possible. And for that, Iam confused. Now I wish I hadnt told you what I did. I didnt mean to offend you. I really did not. I thought you'd say " Iam not scary" and just laugh. Now I know its not possible. I dont know what to use to mend this hole- or if it can even be mended. Please. If my tone sounded awful, I didnt mean to. Really.
You know what? Iam more naive than I think. What Shibin said is right. Iam more immature than I think. I dont know what to say at the right time. I dont know what will offend someone. All I know is that everyone has different reactions. And that you are one reaction that I never thought possible. And for that, Iam confused. Now I wish I hadnt told you what I did. I didnt mean to offend you. I really did not. I thought you'd say " Iam not scary" and just laugh. Now I know its not possible. I dont know what to use to mend this hole- or if it can even be mended. Please. If my tone sounded awful, I didnt mean to. Really.
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