| Confess. |
[Jul. 22nd, 2009|12:02 am] |
Post anything that you want here, and post it anonymously. A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love, what you think of me, your parents, boyfriend, anything. Just make it honest. Make sure to post anonymously and honestly. Post as many times as you'd like. Then, put this in your LJ to see what others have to say.
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| Knowing tht my heart was true. |
[Jun. 11th, 2009|02:43 am] |
This blog is growing mushrooms manzxzzx.
Having too much fun every single day to update this space! lovemylife(;
Hahhhhh few things:
1)I have bangs now! luvin' it~
2)Out of 21 days of hoilidays, I will not be going home to sleep for 6 days
3)Love the 3 brothers, weebin, weexiang & weeboon. darn cute
4)DEO camp!
5)Mabel gave me a scare today when she said Jeannette has H1N1 hahaha. I just talked to her 2 days ago!
6)Got free RGP(hard) contact lens from SPOC, but free stuff don't come easy. Did fitting a month ago. But delivery is on 10th July-.-!
7)FOP is coming!
8)Great Singapore Sale!
9)Sis not living with us anymore, cohabiting with boyf. Have not seen her for a month!
10)Buttons is still alive, despite contrary beliefs. (Evonne)
11) Usher and CCH is excting!
12)Barker is happening too! Cedric the man(:
13) Miss Amanda ttm(touched not! I know you are reading this, your mom too. HAHA hi aunty!)
14)Esther Heng is back from Swiss!
15)Buttons is now allowed to run around the house freely.
16) HOGC new website is cooooooool!
17) Troy Marshall!
18) Jac almost forced me to share with her to buy a $60 wig. How can anyone share hairstyles!
19)I'm going Beach Rd for lunch tomorrow.
20) Hahhh I'm off to sleep now, tuition tmr! Goodnight world! Lurvyoualots(:
Lifesong.
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| The stickers don't stick if you don't let them. |
[Jun. 2nd, 2009|12:37 am] |
The story of Punchinello
The Wemmicks were small wooden people. Each of the wooden people was carved by a woodworker named Eli. His workshop sat on a hill overlooking their village. Every Wemmick was different. Some had big noses, others had large eyes. Some were tall and others were short. Some wore hats, others wore coats. But all were made by the same carver and all lived in the village.
And all day, every day, the Wemmicks did the same thing: They gave each other stickers. Each Wemmick had a box of golden star stickers and a box of gray dot stickers. Up and down the streets all over the city, people could be seen sticking stars or dots on one another.
The pretty ones, those with smooth wood and fine paint, always got stars. But if the wood was rough or the paint chipped, the Wemmicks gave dots. The talented ones got stars, too. Some could lift big sticks high above their heads or jump over tall boxes. Still others knew big words or could sing very pretty songs. Everyone gave them stars.
Some Wemmicks had stars all over them! Every time they got a star it made them feel so good that they did something else and got another star. Others, though, could do little. They got dots.
Punchinello was one of these. He tried to jump high like the others, but he always fell. And when he fell, the others would gather around and give him dots. Sometimes when he fell, it would scar his wood, so the people would give him more dots. He would try to explain why he fell and say something silly, and the Wemmicks would give him more dots.
After a while he had so many dots that he didn't want to go outside. He was afraid he would do something dumb such as forget his hat or step in the water, and then people would give him another dot. In fact, he had so many gray dots that some people would come up and give him one without reason.
"He deserves lots of dots," the wooden people would agree with one another.
"He's not a good wooden person."
After a while Punchinello believed them. "I'm not a good wemmick," he would say. The few times he went outside, he hung around other Wemmicks who had a lot of dots. He felt better around them.
One day he met a Wemmick who was unlike any he'd ever met. She had no dots or stars. She was just wooden. Her name was Lulia.
It wasn't that people didn't try to give her stickers; it's just that the stickers didn't stick. Some admired Lulia for having no dots, so they would run up and give her a star. But it would fall off. Some would look down on her for having no stars, so they would give her a dot. But it wouldn't stay either.
'That's the way I want to be,'thought Punchinello. 'I don't want anyone's marks.' So he asked the stickerless Wemmick how she did it.
"It's easy," Lulia replied. "every day I go see Eli."
"Eli?"
"Yes, Eli. The woodcarver. I sit in the workshop with him."
"Why?"
"Why don't you find out for yourself? Go up the hill. He's there. "
And with that the Wemmick with no marks turned and skipped away.
"But he won't want to see me!" Punchinello cried out.
Lulia didn't hear. So Punchinello went home. He sat near a window and watched the wooden people as they scurried around giving each other stars and dots.
"It's not right," he muttered to himself. And he resolved to go see Eli.
He walked up the narrow path to the top of the hill and stepped into the big shop. His wooden eyes widened at the size of everything. The stool was as tall as he was. He had to stretch on his tiptoes to see the top of the workbench. A hammer was as long as his arm. Punchinello swallowed hard.
"I'm not staying here!" and he turned to leave. Then he heard his name.
"Punchinello?" The voice was deep and strong.
Punchinello stopped.
"Punchinello! How good to see you. Come and let me have a look at you."
Punchinello turned slowly and looked at the large bearded craftsman.
"You know my name?" the little Wemmick asked.
"Of course I do. I made you."
Eli stooped down and picked him up and set him on the bench. "Hmm, " he spoke thoughtfully as he inspected the gray circles. "Looks like you've been given some bad marks."
"I didn't mean to, Eli. I really tried hard."
"Oh, you don't have to defend yourself to me. I don't care what the other Wemmicks think."
"You don't?"
"No, and you shouldn't either. Who are they to give stars or dots? They're Wemmicks just like you. What they think doesn't matter, Punchinello. All that matters is what I think. And I think you are pretty special."
Punchinello laughed. "Me, special? Why? I can't walk fast. I can't jump. My paint is peeling. Why do I matter to you?"
Eli looked at Punchinello, put his hands on those small wooden shoulders, and spoke very slowly. "Because you're mine. That's why you matter to me."
Punchinello had never had anyone look at him like this--much less his maker. He didn't know what to say.
"Every day I've been hoping you'd come," Eli explained.
"I came because I met someone who had no marks."
"I know. She told me about you."
"Why don't the stickers stay on her?"
"Because she has decided that what I think is more important than what they think. The stickers only stick if you let them."
"What?"
"The stickers only stick if they matter to you. The more you trust my love, the less you care about the stickers."
"I'm not sure I understand."
"You will, but it will take time. You've got a lot of marks. For now, just come to see me every day and let me remind you how much I care."
Eli lifted Punchinello off the bench and set him on the ground.
"Remember," Eli said as the Wemmick walked out the door. "You are special because I made you. And I don't make mistakes."
Punchinello didn't stop, but in his heart he thought, "I think he really means it."
And when he did, a dot fell to the ground.
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| Joannananananananananana |
[May. 15th, 2009|02:17 am] |
HELLO I'M BACK!
Digress: my "!" key is spoilt. So annoying.
Okay, I have alottttt of interesting things to blog manzxz. But everytime it happens, I will be like, okay will blog about it tonight. But it never happens! Zzzzzz.
Okay hahahaha just wanna say that I feel like deleting this blog!
Hoho maybe next time you visit this space it will no longer be hereeeee.
I'm feeling damn sacarstic now after watching 3 straight hours of Scenes From A Hat from Whose Line hahaha.
FUNNY TTM.
Lurbzxz. |
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| Phobia. |
[May. 4th, 2009|12:22 am] |
COOOL I just found a website with all the A-Z different kinds of scientifically proven Phobias!
Hahaha here are some funny ones out of the 1746272927326 they have there:
Ambulophobia- Fear of walking.
Angrophobia - Fear of anger or of becoming angry.
Arachibutyrophobia- Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth. (HAHAHAHAHA)
Cenophobia or Centophobia- Fear of new things or ideas.
Decidophobia- Fear of making decisions.
Didaskaleinophobia- Fear of going to school. (YESYES I HAVE THAT. No wonder...)
Ecclesiophobia- Fear of church.
Ereuthrophobia- Fear of blushing.
Geniophobia- Fear of chins.
Genuphobia- Fear of knees.
Optophobia- Fear of opening one's eyes.
Sinophobia- Fear of Chinese, Chinese culture. (That's plain racism hahahaha)
Symmetrophobia- Fear of symmetry.
COOLMANS.
Woohoo update soon! (: |
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| The Self-Discrepancy Theory. |
[Apr. 27th, 2009|08:08 pm] |
WOAH I HAVE NOT BLOGGED FOR AGES!
Okay I'm not here to update today, cos there's like too many awesome things that has been going on these days! New friends made, hanging out with people, and hahaha school. School's been rather interesting, I guess? Look forward to the month of May cos many birthdays are coming up and of course Red Rain and Mothers' Day! Okayokay I shall share with you something really interestingggggg.
Here's what I found on Facebook:
What would your own album look like if you were in a band? Follow the directions below and find out...
Here are the rules:
1 - Go to Wikipedia. Hit “random”
or click http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.
2 - Go to Quotations Page and select "random quotations"
or click http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four or five words of the very last quote on the page is the title of your first album.
3 - Go to Flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”
or click http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days
Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.
4 - Use Photoshop or similar to put it all together.
AND HERE'S WHAT I DID!
SUPER COOL LUH. NO ONE CAN HAVE THE SAME RESULTS, IF NOT THAT WOULD BE FREAKY.
AHAHA GO TRY IT WILL YOU.
Introducing......
HAHA The Self-Discrepancy Theory! That's the name of my band.
COOL TTM.
Okay! Off to do things! Goodbye and I'm really not sure when will I update again mans.
Seems like I have lost the passion for blogging...
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