Dear justanoldfriend, are you Cecilia? Anyway, thank you and I really love how random your comment appeared here. Big smile to you. :)
Dear genn, strangely, I don't remember us playing back in the amk days. BUT I do remember our P2 says when I used to stay over almost every friday or so. :D I hope everything's been going well in your life.
Dear amanda, yes thank you. I know I know. <3

So I've been reading through my old blog. I was really immature and... Well, young. And omg, I used to type like a "lian". HORROR. And wow, I read about many things I've already forgotten. Like, how I actually was given another chance to choose between my mum or my dad, and that was when I was studying Secondary 1. I never remembered it and always thought the chance I had to choose was only when I was in Primary 1. I guess that's why... I guess that probably hurt my dad. Oh wells.
And it reminded me of the kind of girl I was in those days. And how I actually went to Baybeats 2005 with my mum and her friend, but was at the stage areas alone. And Daphne S and me getting caught by Miss Shanthi in Secondary 1 for eating on our way to Art class. I remember that one. Super funny. Here's what happened, according to the old blog:
"After science was art. We were walking down and Daphne had chicken rings with her. She popped one into her mouth and I was being a retard saying, "Freda takes one." (inside joke for us.) So as I was putting my hand inside the packet, Miss Shanthi caught us and called us up. We didn't really get what she was acting or saying because all she did if I remembered correctly was to look around and say, "I'm waiting." I thought of apologizing but I remembered her saying not to say it because she 'knows' we won't mean it. So we just stood there looking at each other thinking what does she want. Then she went in to teach asking us to stand there. Daphne's second time while it's my first, so obviously I was kinda laughing about it. Black humour. Anyway, we discussed on what to say. After 10 minutes of hestitation to knock on the door, we knocked. But guess what!? Miss Shanthi said, "Ignore it." I saw Kimberley doing the slicing neck action which meant we were so dead. 20 minutes later, Miss Shanthi came out and we told her... . Then she said few words and that was all. Daphne stood there giving the innocent look - as said by her. I stood there trying hard not to laugh."And how I took a quiz about my inner hair colour and I got ORANGE. That was just before I heard of Paramore. And how I'd have really badly written poems, for example this one which I suspect it was written based on dear Elizah/Shruthi's tiff with some girl called Maria:
Stare and GlaresJust glancing at one's face could mean so much,
it's either they'll hate it,
or they'll not be bothered.
When it comes to the hating part,
it gets extreme most of the time.
They'll discriminate and scrutinise
every bit of her.
They are merciless,
in words and in actions.
Dispute arises when she finds out,
getting together with back-ups,
having meaningless stupid bitchstares.
When things got rather boring,
they ignore and soon left,
setting out to find new victims,
new trouble,
new bitchfights.
Wow. And a post dedicated to scolding my brother. Not gonna show you that one. And how I wanted to learn ice hockey. How I had a bet with Samantha Tan about singing Bjork's Venus As A Boy for church's funfair (ohmygosh, just look at the lyrics). OH, and how I made up this phrase about IJ girls "Always get so hyper that they talk louder than the colour HOT PINK!" And check out this poem I wrote for my brother when he turned 18. It was quite well written for a 13 year old then:
18Today is the day
when he turns 18.
Oh how I dread the number.
18 is the legal age,
when sex, beer and smoking is allowed.
You'll go to jail instead of juvenile court.
Being accused of staturory rape is POSSIBLE.
So better be careful,
DON'T GET DRUNK!
I know he's been waiting for this day,
when things can be done freely.
Smoking, drinking and staying out late.
No need much parental advisory on these.
("I'VE GOT MY OWN MIND NOW!")
But brother, let me warn you now,
if you should smoke or drink or play around,
be sure I am never around.
No more smoking in the house,
(what for? you're at the legal age!)
and don't you dare get drunk at home!
ANYTHING is possible, without a doubt,
these are just precautions to help.
So please dear brother, abide just these.
Abide it till you've got a place of your own!!
Which my brother obviously did not respect my present to him and forgot all about it. From then on, I stoppped giving him birthday presents.
OH. And I complained how "lol" was "irritating to the eyes but addictive to the ears." And how I passionately hated people who'd take artists' artworks and not credit them. AND OMG. THE HIGHLIGHT OF 2005 - the sms bitchfight between Elizah and I!!!!
And random cute thoughts I'd ask but never got answered like, can vampires get AIDS? Are our veins elastic, since they're flexible?
And some cool funny MSN conversations I'd have with Samantha Tan like:
Me: elmo's emo....
Sam: ......................... yea. elmo's emo and big bird's punk
Me: ZOE'Z POP
Sam: oscar...?
Me: who's oscar?
Sam: U noe? oscar the green slimy thing tt lives in a smelly dustbin?
Me: oh ya...
Me: He's garage metal...
Sam: yay. I've always loved sesame street. WOW.
Sam: What about powerpuff girls?
Me: electronica.
Sam: then pokemon?And back in those days when I'd go to Priscilla's house for school work, study, scaring ourselves, eating homemade noodles, slacking...etc.
And finally. I also visited Secondary 2/8 2006's class blog. Memories. :D For your enjoyment,
HERE
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