Saturday, November 23, 2002
*phew*
so proud of myself
changed the sickening pink blogskin
n personalised my blog
with a pic i took in france.
took me 3 tormenting days to get it right.
hope it's worth the efforts.
btw, happy first bday to a sweet lil ger by the name of Ira in spore.
*grin*
(i would wait 16 yrs for u sweetie)
Friday, November 22, 2002
One day, Plato asked his teacher, "What is love? How can I find it?"
His teacher answered, "There is a vast wheat field in front. Walk
forward without turning back, and pick only one stalk. If you find
the most magnificent stalk, then you have found love." Plato walked
forward, and before long, he returned with empty hands, Having
picked nothing. His teacher asked, "Why did you not pick any stalk?"
Plato answered, "Because I could only pick once, and yet I could not
turn back. I did find the most magnificent stalk, but did not know
if there were any better ones ahead, so I did not pick it. As I
walked further, the stalks that I saw were not as good as the
earlier one, so I did not pick any in the end. His teacher then
said, "And that is love."
On another day, Plato asked his teacher, "What is marriage? How can
I Find it?" His teacher answered, "There is a thriving forest in
front. Walk forward without turning back, and chop down only one
tree. If you find the tallest tree, then you have found love." Plato
walked forward, and before long, he returned with a tree. The tree
was not thriving, and it was not tall either. It was only an
ordinary tree. His teacher asked, "Why did you chop down such an
ordinary tree?" Plato answered, "Because of my previous experience.
I walked halfway through the forest, but returned with empty hands.
This time, I saw this tree, and I felt that it was not bad, so I
chopped it down and brought it back. I did not want to miss the
opportunity." His teacher then said, "And that is marriage."
so true. oh so true.
*ponders*
am i like that too? hmmm
Thursday, November 21, 2002
read all the posts regarding the moral of the story.
haha. interesting wat u guys can come up with
sorry, i aint as creative.
just that, the moral is.
dont be a pig. be a sheep. like me
bwarhahaha.
ok im spas i know.
so hate me then.
Wednesday, November 20, 2002
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Tuesday, November 19, 2002
there were once 3 lil pigs.
b4 they left home to be independent,
their mother pig warned them about the story of the 3 lil pigs n the big bad wolf.
n taught them how to be smart n not build their houses with straw or wood,
that the wolf could huff n puff n blow the house down
the 3 lil pigs decided to cooperate n build their house together.
they brainstormed, n came up with a marvellous plan
they concluded that the best material to use is reinforced steel.
no matter how much huffing n puffing, the wolf would never get to them
however, the 2 oldest piglets loved to play
n thus neglected the construction of the house.
only the youngest piglet was diligent
she slogged thru day n nite.
due to certain architectural faults n after much professional consultation,
she had to make major changes to the house
she tried to get the other 2 piglets to check out the new design
but they were too engrossed in their personal lifes
one day, they received a warning that a hungry wolf was on the loose
n based on the latest estimates, he would reach their town in 2 days time.
the 2 oldest piglets decided to run "wee wee wee" all the way home
only to find out that the youngest piglet had locked herself
safely n tightly in the steel house.
they banged loudly on the door
but the youngest piglet ignored them. (it was soundproof)
they begged n they pleaded
the youngest piglet ignored them still. (there was no windows)
in the end, both piglets were eaten up by the hungry wolf
while the youngest pig starved in her own house
so, the moral of the story is ??????????????
Monday, November 18, 2002
was bored. called my fren in spore
apparently i had butter fingers
dialed the wrong number
but sleepy enough not to realise
ger picked up the phone
i didnt even bother introing
just complained that i hate to have my period.
ger : "why? u having ur period? "
i : "yeah. so sucky. always forget to change tampon. "
ger : "so are ur shorts dirtied? "
i : "ya. got to do laundry tomolo. "
then -pregnant pause-
ger (softly) : " by the way, who r u?"
you
*lights fag for jie*
remember the time when i would flush the loo n thought i was switching on the light?
remember the time when i would pretend to be sleeping n u tried ur best to be as silent as possible when creeping over me n me giving u a shock with a roar? n the scream that followed?
remember the time when we played our staring games? staring deeply into each other eyes n bursting into hysterics? with everyone in the restaurant staring at us thinking that we were a couple? n the old french lady giving u a wink?
remember us fagging a 18cm long cig? n pretending that we r damm sophiscated?
remember the time when i lied that ive smsed xinch to come down n pei ni? n in the end u were the one who made the call n invited him down?
remember the time when u first met me with a white rose in ur hand?
remember the time when we played soppy love songs n thot about our past loves?
remember the time when i boarded the train n we hugged? n how i cant bear to let u go? n trying my best to blink back my tears?
damm, i wished u were back in france
Sunday, November 17, 2002
im such a pig. slept for 10 hrs. shiok.
woke up in time for dinner.
frenz came my house to cook nasi lemak.
had the sambal long beans, sambal chicken. sambal prawns.
wah.. so long never eat liao.
nose dripping like mad.
actually we fried ikan billis too.
but both times, keena burnt, all black
so threw away. damm. i miss the chilli ikan billis
attempted making goreng pisang.
not bad sia. our first attempt
ate w ice cream.
hot n cold.
urgh. now suffering the aftereffects of upset tummy
i think im a pig.
----joraffe----
