grumble.
once again, let me reiterate on how grumpy i am.
being the pessimistic kid that i am, bankruptcy doesn't include the stash i keep hidden which i *never* use unless i need to go on a really important thing where i *have* to spend money.
but the stash is now the place that i loan out money to my parent's *&^( ward.
and will never see it again.
why the heck to my parents even *have* a ward?!
aren't two girls ENOUGH of a headache for them?
but no.
when someone offers you to be the guardians of their stoned drugger shit son, do the smart thing.
refuse.
but of course, the kuperan family never says no. cause if we did, "people would talk."
so now i have this useless idiot coming to my house demanding for the money that his mother was supposed to give him.
and there is no money?
so what do we do?
simple. use anjali's.
this shit gets $50 in two days.
i save up $50 in 4 months.
but he *gets* my savings.
because his mother was supposed to give it to him.
which she didn't.
and now he needs to money.
so we loan it to him.
then fine. loan it to the idiot.
why use *my* money?
he comes back today, 2 days later, for $50 again.
this time it's the rent's money.
but what the hey.
hold on for a second.
where's *my* money that they owe me?
oh. that thing they can forget.
ok. so here.
little anjali's $50 with a $10 interest.
$10.
what the hell is $10.
throw the money back at them. scream for 5 minutes withuot breathing.
go back to my room.
so fine.
$50 with a $30 interest.
throw money back. scream more.
and you're probably thinking what a fine spoilt brat i am.
but i am.
so what?
it's my blog.
go nitpick at someone else's blog and get angry at their "superficialness"
oh yeah. this means you.
yesyes. you.
actually i'm suprised that you haven't killed yourself yet. i know your suicidal tendencies were a cry for help, but hey, hate to show you dear, but.. no one really cares enough about you to bother.
or why you just give yourself high pressure by reading this blog because we *both* know that you don't like me.
you just can't get over me can you?
anyway, let me get back to my whining.
here is my dad.
who wasn't even in the same continent when i was born.
the same guy who asked me last year how what i wanted for spend my 18th birthday.
eventhough i wasn't even 16.
and then proceeded to argue with me that i was wrong, and that i was really turning 18 in a month.
who is never there for any event in my life, and comes back a week later with chocolates.
or money.
the same guy who once told me as a kid that he he only "loved" me because i was his daughter and that it was his "responsibility as a father to do so."
and that if i was some kid on the street, he wouldn't even like me.
oh well. things turn around to bite you in the butt somestimes, doesn't it?
flash forward 12 years.
17 year old spoilt brat's grown up.
still a brat.
at least a smarter one this time.
i always knew that the $10 would get more if i turned it down.
i'm just waiting for them to up the $30.
maybe a tantrum and another walk around the house screaming would fasten the process.
in my grumpy mood now it wouldn't be quite difficult.
Monday, September 13, 2004
grumble.
once again, let me reiterate on how grumpy i am.
being the pessimistic kid that i am, bankruptcy doesn't include the stash i keep hidden which i *never* use unless i need to go on a really important thing where i *have* to spend money.
but the stash is now the place that i loan out money to my parent's *&^( ward.
and will never see it again.
why the heck to my parents even *have* a ward?!
aren't two girls ENOUGH of a headache for them?
but no.
when someone offers you to be the guardians of their stoned drugger shit son, do the smart thing.
refuse.
but of course, the kuperan family never says no. cause if we did, "people would talk."
so now i have this useless idiot coming to my house demanding for the money that his mother was supposed to give him.
and there is no money?
so what do we do?
simple. use anjali's.
this shit gets $50 in two days.
i save up $50 in 4 months.
but he *gets* my savings.
because his mother was supposed to give it to him.
which she didn't.
and now he needs to money.
so we loan it to him.
then fine. loan it to the idiot.
why use *my* money?
he comes back today, 2 days later, for $50 again.
this time it's the rent's money.
but what the hey.
hold on for a second.
where's *my* money that they owe me?
oh. that thing they can forget.
ok. so here.
little anjali's $50 with a $10 interest.
$10.
what the hell is $10.
throw the money back at them. scream for 5 minutes withuot breathing.
go back to my room.
so fine.
$50 with a $30 interest.
throw money back. scream more.
and you're probably thinking what a fine spoilt brat i am.
but i am.
so what?
it's my blog.
go nitpick at someone else's blog and get angry at their "superficialness"
oh yeah. this means you.
yesyes. you.
actually i'm suprised that you haven't killed yourself yet. i know your suicidal tendencies were a cry for help, but hey, hate to show you dear, but.. no one really cares enough about you to bother.
or why you just give yourself high pressure by reading this blog because we *both* know that you don't like me.
you just can't get over me can you?
anyway, let me get back to my whining.
here is my dad.
who wasn't even in the same continent when i was born.
the same guy who asked me last year how what i wanted for spend my 18th birthday.
eventhough i wasn't even 16.
and then proceeded to argue with me that i was wrong, and that i was really turning 18 in a month.
who is never there for any event in my life, and comes back a week later with chocolates.
or money.
the same guy who once told me as a kid that he he only "loved" me because i was his daughter and that it was his "responsibility as a father to do so."
and that if i was some kid on the street, he wouldn't even like me.
oh well. things turn around to bite you in the butt somestimes, doesn't it?
flash forward 12 years.
17 year old spoilt brat's grown up.
still a brat.
at least a smarter one this time.
i always knew that the $10 would get more if i turned it down.
i'm just waiting for them to up the $30.
maybe a tantrum and another walk around the house screaming would fasten the process.
in my grumpy mood now it wouldn't be quite difficult.
once again, let me reiterate on how grumpy i am.
being the pessimistic kid that i am, bankruptcy doesn't include the stash i keep hidden which i *never* use unless i need to go on a really important thing where i *have* to spend money.
but the stash is now the place that i loan out money to my parent's *&^( ward.
and will never see it again.
why the heck to my parents even *have* a ward?!
aren't two girls ENOUGH of a headache for them?
but no.
when someone offers you to be the guardians of their stoned drugger shit son, do the smart thing.
refuse.
but of course, the kuperan family never says no. cause if we did, "people would talk."
so now i have this useless idiot coming to my house demanding for the money that his mother was supposed to give him.
and there is no money?
so what do we do?
simple. use anjali's.
this shit gets $50 in two days.
i save up $50 in 4 months.
but he *gets* my savings.
because his mother was supposed to give it to him.
which she didn't.
and now he needs to money.
so we loan it to him.
then fine. loan it to the idiot.
why use *my* money?
he comes back today, 2 days later, for $50 again.
this time it's the rent's money.
but what the hey.
hold on for a second.
where's *my* money that they owe me?
oh. that thing they can forget.
ok. so here.
little anjali's $50 with a $10 interest.
$10.
what the hell is $10.
throw the money back at them. scream for 5 minutes withuot breathing.
go back to my room.
so fine.
$50 with a $30 interest.
throw money back. scream more.
and you're probably thinking what a fine spoilt brat i am.
but i am.
so what?
it's my blog.
go nitpick at someone else's blog and get angry at their "superficialness"
oh yeah. this means you.
yesyes. you.
actually i'm suprised that you haven't killed yourself yet. i know your suicidal tendencies were a cry for help, but hey, hate to show you dear, but.. no one really cares enough about you to bother.
or why you just give yourself high pressure by reading this blog because we *both* know that you don't like me.
you just can't get over me can you?
anyway, let me get back to my whining.
here is my dad.
who wasn't even in the same continent when i was born.
the same guy who asked me last year how what i wanted for spend my 18th birthday.
eventhough i wasn't even 16.
and then proceeded to argue with me that i was wrong, and that i was really turning 18 in a month.
who is never there for any event in my life, and comes back a week later with chocolates.
or money.
the same guy who once told me as a kid that he he only "loved" me because i was his daughter and that it was his "responsibility as a father to do so."
and that if i was some kid on the street, he wouldn't even like me.
oh well. things turn around to bite you in the butt somestimes, doesn't it?
flash forward 12 years.
17 year old spoilt brat's grown up.
still a brat.
at least a smarter one this time.
i always knew that the $10 would get more if i turned it down.
i'm just waiting for them to up the $30.
maybe a tantrum and another walk around the house screaming would fasten the process.
in my grumpy mood now it wouldn't be quite difficult.
Sunday, September 12, 2004
if only teens could declare bankruptcy.
it's the 12th and i only have $4 in my wallet.
school starts again tomorrow.
with gp then tamil then maths then econs then chem and more chem then french.
i've done nothing for tamil..
and i haven't been going for lessons for 3 weeks.
he is *so* going to kill me.
was planning to use the excuse of my locker getting ransacked that i lost my homework..
but that was before the holidays.
and a new pimple for the new week.
dad just back from london.
with *lots* of chocolates.
had 9 brandy chocolates.
and 8 operettas.
probably won't be able to sleep tonight.
oh well.
gee's coming back at the end of this week.
with that person.
probably more chocolates too.
yay.
i'm craving mooncakes.
my mom knows how to make the snowskin ones..
but i want the brown skin ones. without the orange yolk.
it's the 12th and i only have $4 in my wallet.
school starts again tomorrow.
with gp then tamil then maths then econs then chem and more chem then french.
i've done nothing for tamil..
and i haven't been going for lessons for 3 weeks.
he is *so* going to kill me.
was planning to use the excuse of my locker getting ransacked that i lost my homework..
but that was before the holidays.
and a new pimple for the new week.
dad just back from london.
with *lots* of chocolates.
had 9 brandy chocolates.
and 8 operettas.
probably won't be able to sleep tonight.
oh well.
gee's coming back at the end of this week.
with that person.
probably more chocolates too.
yay.
i'm craving mooncakes.
my mom knows how to make the snowskin ones..
but i want the brown skin ones. without the orange yolk.
Saturday, September 11, 2004
and i was looking forward to gee coming back next week.
it would probably be our last time that we can do stuff together.. just the two of us.
like share our bed and cuddle each other..
and speak in french in the car so that our parents wouldn't understand..
and go on holiday and order every item on room service, and then charge it to the room tab..
and go on uber expensive shopping sprees on dad's credit card.
and i thought next week would be like that.
apart from the fact that it would be our last time. just the two of us.
until i realized that next week she wouldn't be coming alone.
her (&*&^*%^* fiance would be coming too.
it would probably be our last time that we can do stuff together.. just the two of us.
like share our bed and cuddle each other..
and speak in french in the car so that our parents wouldn't understand..
and go on holiday and order every item on room service, and then charge it to the room tab..
and go on uber expensive shopping sprees on dad's credit card.
and i thought next week would be like that.
apart from the fact that it would be our last time. just the two of us.
until i realized that next week she wouldn't be coming alone.
her (&*&^*%^* fiance would be coming too.
Friday, September 10, 2004
and the holidays are almost over.
and i've got (*&( french today.
after pw.
which starts at a bright and early 7.30am in school.
grumble.
it's a holiday.
why must we start so early?
oh well.
have realised that term 3 has been really busy.
started with commons..
then rmun which took up the first two weeks.
then the whole thing with handing over ra.
and then lysis.
which conveniently clashed with my piano exam.
being a guest trainer for aad at crescent.
getting into trouble with the vice principal.
and then there were the french prelims.
you could say that it was interesting, though.
i've never wasted so much time talking to ms poon.
[she's actually quite nice when she's in a good mood.]
and had to go for compulsory ballroom dancing lessons.
where me and yus refused to dance with boys and just partnered each other and came up with our own moves which we way better than the boring rhumbas.
and then 2 weeks ago our locker got broken into.
nothing valuable was stolen, well atleast nothing valuable was inside.
and the time when leong wanted issue 2 to be edited, designed and proofread.
so friday was spent in the freezing computer lab. missing bio lecture, and chemistry tutorial.
which probably started this whole ponning lesson thing.
hong yan, you got me into this.
it seems like a big deal here.
in crescent we had ss lessons like 3 times in two months.
and we still got our a1s.
but in rj, you can go for all the lessons and still fail.
and the last week of school.
where i decided to leave halfway 2 out of the 3 days.
not exactly very smart.
especially since i'd miss the lessons that i haven't had for 3 weeks running.
6 blueslips in three weeks.
none have been given to mctay.
so hopefully, there will be no record that i even missed school.
but i should really stop being just an escapist.
left on friday so that i could miss econs lecture cause we were having a lecture test and i didn't feel like studying the night before.
left on thursday because i hadn't done gp. and the woman would kill me. so missed her lesson so that she wouldn't make me do some essay right in front of her.
wednesday and tuesday were half days.
so technically, i only spent one proper day in school.
and there were the thursdays where i would miss maths lecture, go out for lunch or something with hong yan and come back in time for pw.
and the fridays. 3 fridays in 3 weeks.
maybe if they made the timetable better.
i shouldn't blame my laziness on admin, but having no break from 7.40 till 1.10 is no joke.
which has led to a huge pileup of undone work that i promised myself that i would finish during these holidays so that term 4 would start proper.
like figuring out what we're doing in bio, or econs, or maths for that matter.
i don't see how differentiation would help me when i grow up.
or sigma.
what am i going to do?
"oh if i collect one extra coupon as usual on every single day, it would add up to (n^2 + n) / 2 at the end of n days?"
and french prelims sucked. needless to say.
moving on.
interesting fact: today all four members of this family were in different countries.
dad was in london on a business trip.
gee in geneva for the same reason.
mom in malaysia for some social visit.
and yours truly was stuck at home doing pw.
when there's no one at home, i eat standing over the pot.
saves on dishwashing.
and i called the sponsors. who aren't too keen on giving ra money.
pw in 6 hours.
maybe i should go sleep.
not that it would matter.
the article for ra is slowly progressing with abs' help.
keyword: slowly.
i need to buy a box to keep the treasury once dedrick hands the finances over.
i thought that i would buy one over the holidays.
but i also said that i would buy a pretty photoalbum, and face sun block and conditioner and post its.
..and get a haircut
and read my econs notes
and finish tabulating the survey results for pw
and read my bio notes
and fill in the bio lecture notes..
and do gp.
and study french.
i have done none of these things.
i have, however..
gone out for dinner with zach to celebrate his birthday..
watched csi miami and friends and the wade robson project and charmed and singapore idol and the justice league and kim possible and oprah and other shows that i wouldn't usually catch since i'd be in school at those times..
used my tea tree mask after a month.. which is supposed to be used twice a week..
stayed up till 5am.
gotten a confirmed bachelorette for my list.
developed my photos.
gone out with my clique.
found a versatile nice black dress..
gone swimming with shan..
so in a totally materialistic sense, this holiday might have a slight semblance of productivity..
only if i didn't look awful in the black dress or gained more weight that what i had lost during swimming.
i'll miss term 3.
i'll miss lysis.
we were cleaning up the rp room and decided what was junk.. and we came across the pots we used.. and i got all nostalgic and remembered the fun we had splashing the boys with water.
the people were great to work with.. and i got to create new relationships and build on old ones.
and i'll miss rmun.
never thought that i would say it. especially after all the crap. some parts of it were fun.
i'll miss going back to crescent in the rj uniform,
and the novelty of hearing people's reaction when i said that i used to come from 4g3.
and i'll miss the juniors.
who are always really nice to me, and make sure that there's always someone to cater to whatever i need.. and always hold the door open for me.
and i'll miss the seniors.
and the way how they could always magically pick a solution out of the sky whenever anything would go wrong. and how it would be impossible for someone like me to take over from them.
officially they've handed over.
but i still feel that i'll need them.
and i'll miss the old french teacher.
who had nice clothes and who was really open with us, and would answer all the prying questions we would ask. and would let us do whatever we wanted.
i'll miss my friends.
who all have now gone into muggermode, and won't entertain my 2am phone calls any longer. and the "eh.. come out with me for dinner.. haven't spoken to you in a long time."
most of all, i'll miss being 16.
there's way to much about it that i can blog about here.
and blogger would probably eat this post up anyway..
put it as the year with the biggest transition.
from secondary school to jc.
10 years in a single sex school, and now.. boys.
which are totally overrated.
the close friends whom i thought i'd never leave.
the new friends who i'll never want to.
the total shift of paradigm, from grungy g3er to an elitist rafflea.
and ra. which probably was something totally new in rj.
i've always been in drama. ever since primary one.
i'd gone to rmun so hissoc wasn't that big of a suprise.
so3L wasn't totally new.
i already knew vid, hong yan, asila and pravin from before.
but ra. that was a total new thing.
some weird thing about it appealed to me. the issue that i stole from openhouse in 2003 and spent many car rides looking over it.
and it wasn't just the articles. the overall design. the whole package. it was something different.
totally different from the courier in crescent where i'd write some anti estab piece that would be super heavily edited by the teachers to make it sound that i actually enjoyed whatever innane celebration that occured.
and design.
seeing your own work in print. was something totally different. cause this time it was your own work. not d orai's work.
i'm digressing.
pw in 5 and a half hours.
but in retrospect, term 3 was good.
lots and lots of parties.
especially a really *nice* one put up by really *nice* people.
and i got to go back to crescent.
and lysis went through without having the stage collapsing and having the chorus to go up and do the cancan while vid sweeps away the set.
first time i wore a fushia tank and barely managed to pass it off.
and i passed my first maths test in rj.
at 6pm the day before at the staff room in crescent..
ms lee: thanks for helping out girls.. long day today..
abs: *smiles*
me: *grumbles* i'm tired..
ms lee: they'll be locking up soon, it's late. oh. i hope you don't have any exams tomorrow.
me and abs: *exchange looks* oh-oh.
ms lee: you mean you have a exam?!
abs: it's maths.. it doesn't count..
ms lee: why doesn't it count?!
abs: cause.. *looks at me*
me: aiyah.. cause maths no point.. study.. don't study.. still fail.
and we passed.
haha. miracle.
pw in 5 hours and 15 minutes.
guess i should bathe and change and get some sleep.
and i've got (*&( french today.
after pw.
which starts at a bright and early 7.30am in school.
grumble.
it's a holiday.
why must we start so early?
oh well.
have realised that term 3 has been really busy.
started with commons..
then rmun which took up the first two weeks.
then the whole thing with handing over ra.
and then lysis.
which conveniently clashed with my piano exam.
being a guest trainer for aad at crescent.
getting into trouble with the vice principal.
and then there were the french prelims.
you could say that it was interesting, though.
i've never wasted so much time talking to ms poon.
[she's actually quite nice when she's in a good mood.]
and had to go for compulsory ballroom dancing lessons.
where me and yus refused to dance with boys and just partnered each other and came up with our own moves which we way better than the boring rhumbas.
and then 2 weeks ago our locker got broken into.
nothing valuable was stolen, well atleast nothing valuable was inside.
and the time when leong wanted issue 2 to be edited, designed and proofread.
so friday was spent in the freezing computer lab. missing bio lecture, and chemistry tutorial.
which probably started this whole ponning lesson thing.
hong yan, you got me into this.
it seems like a big deal here.
in crescent we had ss lessons like 3 times in two months.
and we still got our a1s.
but in rj, you can go for all the lessons and still fail.
and the last week of school.
where i decided to leave halfway 2 out of the 3 days.
not exactly very smart.
especially since i'd miss the lessons that i haven't had for 3 weeks running.
6 blueslips in three weeks.
none have been given to mctay.
so hopefully, there will be no record that i even missed school.
but i should really stop being just an escapist.
left on friday so that i could miss econs lecture cause we were having a lecture test and i didn't feel like studying the night before.
left on thursday because i hadn't done gp. and the woman would kill me. so missed her lesson so that she wouldn't make me do some essay right in front of her.
wednesday and tuesday were half days.
so technically, i only spent one proper day in school.
and there were the thursdays where i would miss maths lecture, go out for lunch or something with hong yan and come back in time for pw.
and the fridays. 3 fridays in 3 weeks.
maybe if they made the timetable better.
i shouldn't blame my laziness on admin, but having no break from 7.40 till 1.10 is no joke.
which has led to a huge pileup of undone work that i promised myself that i would finish during these holidays so that term 4 would start proper.
like figuring out what we're doing in bio, or econs, or maths for that matter.
i don't see how differentiation would help me when i grow up.
or sigma.
what am i going to do?
"oh if i collect one extra coupon as usual on every single day, it would add up to (n^2 + n) / 2 at the end of n days?"
and french prelims sucked. needless to say.
moving on.
interesting fact: today all four members of this family were in different countries.
dad was in london on a business trip.
gee in geneva for the same reason.
mom in malaysia for some social visit.
and yours truly was stuck at home doing pw.
when there's no one at home, i eat standing over the pot.
saves on dishwashing.
and i called the sponsors. who aren't too keen on giving ra money.
pw in 6 hours.
maybe i should go sleep.
not that it would matter.
the article for ra is slowly progressing with abs' help.
keyword: slowly.
i need to buy a box to keep the treasury once dedrick hands the finances over.
i thought that i would buy one over the holidays.
but i also said that i would buy a pretty photoalbum, and face sun block and conditioner and post its.
..and get a haircut
and read my econs notes
and finish tabulating the survey results for pw
and read my bio notes
and fill in the bio lecture notes..
and do gp.
and study french.
i have done none of these things.
i have, however..
gone out for dinner with zach to celebrate his birthday..
watched csi miami and friends and the wade robson project and charmed and singapore idol and the justice league and kim possible and oprah and other shows that i wouldn't usually catch since i'd be in school at those times..
used my tea tree mask after a month.. which is supposed to be used twice a week..
stayed up till 5am.
gotten a confirmed bachelorette for my list.
developed my photos.
gone out with my clique.
found a versatile nice black dress..
gone swimming with shan..
so in a totally materialistic sense, this holiday might have a slight semblance of productivity..
only if i didn't look awful in the black dress or gained more weight that what i had lost during swimming.
i'll miss term 3.
i'll miss lysis.
we were cleaning up the rp room and decided what was junk.. and we came across the pots we used.. and i got all nostalgic and remembered the fun we had splashing the boys with water.
the people were great to work with.. and i got to create new relationships and build on old ones.
and i'll miss rmun.
never thought that i would say it. especially after all the crap. some parts of it were fun.
i'll miss going back to crescent in the rj uniform,
and the novelty of hearing people's reaction when i said that i used to come from 4g3.
and i'll miss the juniors.
who are always really nice to me, and make sure that there's always someone to cater to whatever i need.. and always hold the door open for me.
and i'll miss the seniors.
and the way how they could always magically pick a solution out of the sky whenever anything would go wrong. and how it would be impossible for someone like me to take over from them.
officially they've handed over.
but i still feel that i'll need them.
and i'll miss the old french teacher.
who had nice clothes and who was really open with us, and would answer all the prying questions we would ask. and would let us do whatever we wanted.
i'll miss my friends.
who all have now gone into muggermode, and won't entertain my 2am phone calls any longer. and the "eh.. come out with me for dinner.. haven't spoken to you in a long time."
most of all, i'll miss being 16.
there's way to much about it that i can blog about here.
and blogger would probably eat this post up anyway..
put it as the year with the biggest transition.
from secondary school to jc.
10 years in a single sex school, and now.. boys.
which are totally overrated.
the close friends whom i thought i'd never leave.
the new friends who i'll never want to.
the total shift of paradigm, from grungy g3er to an elitist rafflea.
and ra. which probably was something totally new in rj.
i've always been in drama. ever since primary one.
i'd gone to rmun so hissoc wasn't that big of a suprise.
so3L wasn't totally new.
i already knew vid, hong yan, asila and pravin from before.
but ra. that was a total new thing.
some weird thing about it appealed to me. the issue that i stole from openhouse in 2003 and spent many car rides looking over it.
and it wasn't just the articles. the overall design. the whole package. it was something different.
totally different from the courier in crescent where i'd write some anti estab piece that would be super heavily edited by the teachers to make it sound that i actually enjoyed whatever innane celebration that occured.
and design.
seeing your own work in print. was something totally different. cause this time it was your own work. not d orai's work.
i'm digressing.
pw in 5 and a half hours.
but in retrospect, term 3 was good.
lots and lots of parties.
especially a really *nice* one put up by really *nice* people.
and i got to go back to crescent.
and lysis went through without having the stage collapsing and having the chorus to go up and do the cancan while vid sweeps away the set.
first time i wore a fushia tank and barely managed to pass it off.
and i passed my first maths test in rj.
at 6pm the day before at the staff room in crescent..
ms lee: thanks for helping out girls.. long day today..
abs: *smiles*
me: *grumbles* i'm tired..
ms lee: they'll be locking up soon, it's late. oh. i hope you don't have any exams tomorrow.
me and abs: *exchange looks* oh-oh.
ms lee: you mean you have a exam?!
abs: it's maths.. it doesn't count..
ms lee: why doesn't it count?!
abs: cause.. *looks at me*
me: aiyah.. cause maths no point.. study.. don't study.. still fail.
and we passed.
haha. miracle.
pw in 5 hours and 15 minutes.
guess i should bathe and change and get some sleep.
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
am blogging in notepad because i don't trust blogger much anyway.
after the 50 million times that it has gobbled my posts up into the blogspot underworld..they now wander around like lost souls.
oh.. my ghostly blogposts.. where are you?
i think i'm spending too much time with zach. his ultra lameness is rubbing off.
oh well.
every single time that i blog a nice long entry, blogger eats it.
getting quite fed up.
oh well.
anyway.
i really have to thank the *great* people who celebrated my birthday with/for me.
eventhough i was all grouchy.
i blogged a nice long post.
that was gone.
but all i have to say is thank you.
for all the things that you've done.for all the crap that you put up with.and for loving me so much that you'd do something so nice for me.
you guys are the best. really.
after the 50 million times that it has gobbled my posts up into the blogspot underworld..they now wander around like lost souls.
oh.. my ghostly blogposts.. where are you?
i think i'm spending too much time with zach. his ultra lameness is rubbing off.
oh well.
every single time that i blog a nice long entry, blogger eats it.
getting quite fed up.
oh well.
anyway.
i really have to thank the *great* people who celebrated my birthday with/for me.
eventhough i was all grouchy.
i blogged a nice long post.
that was gone.
but all i have to say is thank you.
for all the things that you've done.for all the crap that you put up with.and for loving me so much that you'd do something so nice for me.
you guys are the best. really.
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