whatever

2010-10-10T16:17:00.002+08:00

i found out that my friend is like tarnishing my reputation on her blog which 'm not supposed to know and i'm like the bitch trying to vent my anger without letting her know.actually i WOULD like her to know that i have got access to her freaking blog and i'm trying not to visit since all she does is bitch about me. ohwells.

2010-09-16T22:11:00.002+08:00

~~i shouldn't have expected so much from you.what the hell am i thinking!someone!no, you better help me out of this situation!i hate this feeling man.~~

2010-08-28T22:04:00.002+08:00

This is damn freaking irritating, i hate it when i can't things dun go in the way they are planned to go cos of some stupid retarded people around. and the worst thing of all is that no one can freaking save the problem except for the person who started it. this is damn freaking dumb. and then i can't do anything. like freaking anything at all except to just keep thinking about it whenever i don't have to think of stuffs? damn dumb!!i need to freaking stop thinking about it before i go crazyyy!!!

2010-08-10T21:45:00.000+08:00

there's this biggggggg question mark somewhere in my mind.and.i dun like that feeling.

2010-07-11T09:17:00.001+08:00

Saw this somewhere and decided to post.damn freaking touching(:
Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling. They find out that the new baby is going to be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sings to his sister in Mommy's tummy.
The pregnancy progresses normally for Karen, an active member of the Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown, Tennessee. Then The labor pains come. Every five minutes ... every minute. But Complications arise during delivery. Hours of labor. Would a C-section be required? Finally, Michael's little sister is born. But she is in serious condition. With siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushes the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary's Hospital,Knoxville, Tennessee.
The days inch by. The little girl gets worse. The pediatric specialist tells the parents, "There is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst." Karen and her husband contact a local cemetery about a burial plot. They have fixed up a special room in their home for the new baby - now they plan a funeral.
Michael, keeps begging his parents to let him see his sister, "I want to sing to her," he says. Week two in intensive care. It looks as if a funeral will come before the week is over. Michael keeps nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care. But Karen makes up her mind. She will take Michael whether they like it or not. If
he doesn't see his sister now, he may never see her alive. She dresses him in an oversized scrub suit and marches him into ICU. He looks like a walking laundry basket, but the head nurse recognizes him as a child and bellows, "Get that kid out of here now! No children are allowed. The mother rises up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glaressteel-eyed into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line. "He is not leaving
until he sings to his sister!" Karen tows Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazes at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. And he begins to sing. In the pure hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sings:
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray --- "
Instantly the baby girl responds. The pulse rate becomes calm and steady.
Keep on singing, Michael. "You never know, dear, how much I love you, Please don't take my sunshine away---" The ragged, strained breathing becomes as smooth as a kitten's purr.
Keep on singing, Michael. "The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms..." Michael's little sister relaxes as rest, healing rest, seems to sweep over her.
Keep on singing, Michael. Tears conquer the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glows. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't, take my sunshine away."
Funeral plans are scrapped. The next, day-the very next day-the little girl is well enough to go home!
Woman's Day magazine called it "the miracle of a brother's song." The medical staff just called it a miracle. Karen called it a miracle of God's love!
NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE.

2010-05-30T21:36:00.002+08:00

right.decide to like revive this dead blog plus no one ever will come here so i'm safe(: hahaa.been through loads of stuffs, jc life is fun!haha.just that like i sleep damn little nowadys, my eye bags will nvr disappear anytime soon.hahaaaaa.its going to be june in like two days, see how time flies when you're busy. i rmb asking jasmine this same question everyday" erm, so today is monday right?" her reply" eh, wed alr".hahaha.andandand, now one day feels like two long days and when you get home, there is like no time for tv, only time for hw but still, i get to watch cos i lied to myself that there is no hw!(: this is getting boring cos no one will be interested in my life or rather i hope no one will(:

-looked up and saw this super nice rainbow and thought of all those times.

Happy birthday!(:

2009-11-28T16:26:00.001+08:00

Happy Birthday Adora(: you're finally 16 girl!

wooooooow(:

2009-11-27T11:56:00.000+08:00

well,surprisingly,i blog again!haha.guess i'm super bored though,o's over,chalet over,prom over,grade exam also over.now i'm done with everything!i want to watch that stupid drama but every website also cannot watch,sad case.haha.oh and,i think i will blog again like tmr if i'm still this bored(: these few days keep thinking abt the same thing,"what if i really really fail my o's, what should i do?" and the thought of it is already so scary but here i am not able to do anything abt it.
bye:D