Nobody's been blogging for a long time. Nobody's visited this for a long time.
Do you think we should close the blog down? It's just sitting around rotting (not even successfully looking pretty). Ah well. Or should we leave it around to rot further?
Friday, September 26, 2003
Hey people, not even ghosts come here nowsday. Teachers read our blogs!!!! Our blogs are invaded!!!!!!!!! Let's give them some fodder to find on google.com Paul Khoo Paul Khoo Paul Khoo Paul Khoo Paul Khoo Paul Khoo yeah! WE LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, July 30, 2003
had the funnest time after gp today.. never knew playing with hair and gel could be so much fun! Daniel.. u're really a great sport. can't wait for tmr, we'll try to make it look presentable this time. *evil grinz* todays disaster wasn't really our fault.. afterall, it was the first time we were doing it. right? ;) did i mention how much i love our class!!
Friday, July 25, 2003
Thanks to all for comforting mi today... And *hugs* to everyone as well :)
Just to tell everyone that I CARE!! so if you ever need a friend to talk to or a shoulder to cry on, remember that i'll always be here :) :)
Call me anytime!! and remember also that it's okay to cry sometimes... the worst thing you could ever do to yourself is keep things bottled inside you. one day you'll explode :P so let it out sometimes and be happy! *gRInZ*
Remember, you're not alone... :)
A poem from my friend's blog:
'Tis death! and peace, indeed, is here,
And ease from shame, and rest from fear.
There's nothing can dismarble now
The smoothness of that limpid brow.
But is a calm like this, in truth,
The crowning end of life and youth,
And when this boon rewards the dead,
Are all debts paid, has all been said?
And is the heart of youth so light,
Its step so firm, its eye so bright,
Because on its hot brow there blows
A wind of promise and repose
From the far grave, to which it goes;
Because it hath the hope to come,
One day, to harbour in the tomb?
Ah no, the bliss youth dreams is one
For daylight, for the cheerful sun,
For feeling nerves and living breath--
Youth dreams a bliss on this side death.
It dreams a rest, if not more deep,
More grateful than this marble sleep;
It hears a voice within it tell:
Calm's not life's crown, though calm is well.
'Tis all perhaps which man acquires,
But 'tis not what our youth desires.
Tuesday, July 08, 2003
Good luck all for the common test results! :(
Don't feel too upset if you don't do well (oh, and remember to comfort me if I flunk out too), just be glad that these results aren't counted in the promos!
