Wednesday, September 29, 2004
All the best for your prelim results.
Anonymous/4:09 PM
Monday, September 27, 2004
Quote of the day:
Shimin : This is not a dying match. This is a DEAD match.
So guys, you learn something new everyday. (: lol.
Hope you guys aren't aching from head to toe. Feel good? Feel lighter? Heh.
Cya tomorow.
Shimin : This is not a dying match. This is a DEAD match.
So guys, you learn something new everyday. (: lol.
Hope you guys aren't aching from head to toe. Feel good? Feel lighter? Heh.
Cya tomorow.
Anonymous/9:14 PM
Saturday, September 25, 2004
i had fun today..despite walking up and down orchaard for i-don't-know-how-many times. anw, i've decided to share the pictures here..not say damn nice la. but ohwells. [: [click on them to view the full pic.]
team pic [: chalk and charcoal effect for background.
remember this?
got the pic from lc's site. heh.
awwww. . miss them.
looks like its drawn right?
so sweet.
catcat dance!
team pic [: chalk and charcoal effect for background.
remember this?
got the pic from lc's site. heh.
awwww. . miss them.
looks like its drawn right?
so sweet.
catcat dance!
okie.done. happy viewing! and enjoy the day left.. :(
weel/10:57 PM
Friday, September 24, 2004
hey! i'm here! just wanna say.. I MISS YOU GUYS!! [: i wonder how im gonna survive next year.. but oh wells dont talk about it first.. treasure these moments first [: anw, lets give a clap to fana for doing the pics. -CLAP- heh.. okay.. shall type a joke here.. lol. my forte! for a start.. BLONDE JOKES! [: no offence to any blondes out there!!
A Blonde Question.
Passing an office building late one night, a blonde saw a sign that said, "Press bell for night watchman."
She did so, and after several minutes she heard the watchman clomping down the stairs.
The uniformed man proceeded to unlock first one gate, then another, shut down the alarm system, and finally made his way through the revolving door.
"Well," he snarled at the blonde, "what do you want?"
"I just want to know why you can't ring the bell for yourself?"
A Blonde Question.
Passing an office building late one night, a blonde saw a sign that said, "Press bell for night watchman."
She did so, and after several minutes she heard the watchman clomping down the stairs.
The uniformed man proceeded to unlock first one gate, then another, shut down the alarm system, and finally made his way through the revolving door.
"Well," he snarled at the blonde, "what do you want?"
"I just want to know why you can't ring the bell for yourself?"
weel/6:14 PM
GOOD MORNING. (: heh. I can't stand the extent of my slacking. It's horrible! :S Anyways, ALL THE BEST for the Physics Paper One tomorow. One hour of that, & it'll be FREEDOM for you guys. Haha. Happy watching Dodgeball. Highly recommended. But it's kind of sadistic. The humour I mean. But seriously, throw out your brains before entering, cause you definitely won't need it! (: Ey sad lah. I was 'determined' to go and jog today. BUT AS YOU CAN SEE, I didnt. Haha. Lazy.
Tagboard's on it's way. & DO YOU GUYS NEED ME TO RE-INVITE OR STH. It seems to be only me and Rury updating. HELLO. *killer glare. Hahha.
Tagboard's on it's way. & DO YOU GUYS NEED ME TO RE-INVITE OR STH. It seems to be only me and Rury updating. HELLO. *killer glare. Hahha.
Anonymous/10:28 AM
i love it! aaahhhh..nice! cool..cool.. (: whee hehehe..it's so damn s-W-e-e-E-T!
ryo/8:09 AM
Thursday, September 23, 2004
*dance chicken dance*
The Netball Blog isen't naked anymore!
WOOHOO!
Anyways, to your left would be the soon-to-be-placed tagboard. & below would be all the usual updates and stuff? A lil inconvenient cause u guys got to scroll down. =\ Then on the right, there's nothing much lah. But link can be found below. Under network. Links have yet to be placed in. so HOLD ON! *puts hand up.
yes. I agree with Rury. I MISS NETBALL LAH. Monday set right? Jog and play? I think teachers might think we're mad. Cause sane people would be STUDYING. right.
PS: Look at how INNOCENT we were last time. *points to bottom left. LOL. So kiddish. Sigh..
The Netball Blog isen't naked anymore!
WOOHOO!
Anyways, to your left would be the soon-to-be-placed tagboard. & below would be all the usual updates and stuff? A lil inconvenient cause u guys got to scroll down. =\ Then on the right, there's nothing much lah. But link can be found below. Under network. Links have yet to be placed in. so HOLD ON! *puts hand up.
yes. I agree with Rury. I MISS NETBALL LAH. Monday set right? Jog and play? I think teachers might think we're mad. Cause sane people would be STUDYING. right.
PS: Look at how INNOCENT we were last time. *points to bottom left. LOL. So kiddish. Sigh..
Anonymous/11:23 PM
hmm.. cant help noticing wad was written on the side..PATIENCE.. aint tt the thing we learnt on court? (: haish..I MISS YOU GUYS! miss all the trgs we had..im missing everything already...
i miss u. and i really mean all of YOU.
am i making sense?hahx.. hey..jiayou all the way k..take care peepz.
i miss u. and i really mean all of YOU.
am i making sense?hahx.. hey..jiayou all the way k..take care peepz.
ryo/7:36 PM
Sunday, September 19, 2004
Dear netballers,
As you all have noticed, it's a totally NEW layout. Reason is, I ACCIDENTALLY EDITED THE WRONG BLOG. Yes yes. Call me dumb. Foolish. KLUTZ. I'm THIS close to strangling myself. ALL THE LINKS GONE. I DONT EVEN REMEMBER THE TAGBOARD CODE. CAN YOU BELIEVE HOW PISSED OFF I AM. *bangs head onto wall. WAHLAO.
Ok. I promise, I'll make a NEW LAYOUT after Os. SIGH. I'm SO DEPRESSED RIGHT NOW.
Fana is devastated. *wails.
Uhm, yah. Links gone, hence, please email me all those links back ya? MY GOD MARCHE PHOTOS ARE GONE. *wails LOUDER. sh*t. NEVERMIND NEVERMIND. As long as it stays in our memories, it's fine right?
Shoot me someone. Please.
:(
As you all have noticed, it's a totally NEW layout. Reason is, I ACCIDENTALLY EDITED THE WRONG BLOG. Yes yes. Call me dumb. Foolish. KLUTZ. I'm THIS close to strangling myself. ALL THE LINKS GONE. I DONT EVEN REMEMBER THE TAGBOARD CODE. CAN YOU BELIEVE HOW PISSED OFF I AM. *bangs head onto wall. WAHLAO.
Ok. I promise, I'll make a NEW LAYOUT after Os. SIGH. I'm SO DEPRESSED RIGHT NOW.
Fana is devastated. *wails.
Uhm, yah. Links gone, hence, please email me all those links back ya? MY GOD MARCHE PHOTOS ARE GONE. *wails LOUDER. sh*t. NEVERMIND NEVERMIND. As long as it stays in our memories, it's fine right?
Shoot me someone. Please.
:(
Anonymous/9:53 PM
When you're bored, you tend to do such things. HAHA. Nolah, Felt Art Farty suddenly. SO SAD lah, was looking through my folders, couldn't find my old layout of lix and jean. It's GONE. *wails. Anyways, I didnt do other people cause no nice photos lah. & also cause I didnt feel arty farty suddenly. HAHA.
if you're feeling it tonigh, and you want to do it righht...
-chuckles-
Anonymous/5:19 PM
hello hello. *kumar wave* haha. hmm. yeay. prelims are almost ending. I finish on Thursday! nanny nanny poopoo. HAHA. okok. Shant be so mean lah. Anyways, happy playing catching you guys. Haha. Dont tire yourselves out ok. lol. Physics people, hang in there (: . BYE!
Anonymous/3:37 PM
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
Hey. Just realised that the layout's pretty screwed. -chuckles- Anyways, our beloved juniors [coughs] have started booking the chalet for our farewell!. Tentatively, it's from the 2nd- 4th of December at the usual place (: . BUT, a certain someone, requested that for the dates to be changed from the 1st- 3rd instead. This, I have informed asS Tan, and she said maybe we could get that slot. So yah, certain someone, if you're reading this GO THANK asS TAN! lol. Anyways, read LX's entry. Yeap, pretty saddening that this will be OUR farewell. Man, I feel old. Can you guys remember the farewell for Sr Nab's batch? Haha. I remembered we made a hell lot of mess with those spray-thingie and poor June was the only one who took the initiative to clean up. Well, this time around it'ld be OUR turn to mess things up and let the juniors clean! (: The power of being a senior. Okok, that was crap. But yah, lets enjoy ourselves ait. It's gonna be after the Os man! Let your hair down!!! WoHooo.. Hahaha. And I'm sure we, seniors, would be expecting something nice as the farewell gift. [coughs²]. Any juniors reading this, I hope you get the hint. (: Harhar! Last time to Barbeque. I think this year we should start at 3 or something. Give 2 hours allowance to at least get the pit going. And another 2 hours to cook. Hahaha. And yes I remember, Qinwei and Shimin [i think?], please cook us nice chickens again. Hehe.
Take care everyone! (:
PS: Someone's birthday's coming... count down : 14 days. -chuckles-
Take care everyone! (:
PS: Someone's birthday's coming... count down : 14 days. -chuckles-
Anonymous/1:40 AM
Sunday, September 05, 2004
“Making Sandcastles” Author Unknown
Hot sun. Salty air. Rhythmic waves.
A little boy is on his knees scooping and packingthe sand with plastic shovels into a bright blue bucket.Then he upends the bucket on the surface and lifts it.And, to the delight of the little architect, a castle tower is created.
All afternoon he will work. Spooning out the moat. Packing the walls. Bottle tops will be sentries. Popsicle sticks will be bridges. A sandcastle will be built.
Big city. Busy streets. Rumbling traffic.
A man is in his office. At his desk he shuffles papers into stacks and delegates assignments. He cradles the phone on his shoulder and punches the keyboard with his fingers. Numbers are juggled and contracts are signed and much to the delight of the man, a profit is made.
All his life he will work. Formulating the plans. Forecasting the future. Annuities will be sentries. Capital gains will be bridges. An empire will be built.
Two builders of two castles. They have much in common. They shape granules into grandeurs. They see nothing and make something. They are diligent and determined. And for both the tide will rise and the end will come.
Yet that is where the similarities cease. For the boy sees the end while the man ignores it. Watch the boy as the dusk approaches.
As the waves near, the wise child jumps to his feet and begins to clap. There is no sorrow. No fear. No regret. He knew this would happen. He is not surprised. And when the great breaker crashes into his castle and his masterpiece is sucked into the sea, he smiles. He smiles, picks up his tools, takes his father's hand, and goes home.
The grownup, however, is not so wise. As the wave of years collapses on his castle he is terrified. He hovers over the sandy monument to protect it. He blocks the waves from the walls he has made. Salt-water soaked and shivering he snarls at the incoming tide.
"It's my castle," he defies.
The ocean need not respond. Both know to whom the sand belongs...
I don't know much about sandcastles. But children do. Watch them and learn. Go ahead and build, but build with a child's heart. When the sun sets and the tides take - applaud. Salute the process of life and go home.
Anonymous/3:37 PM