hahaha i am CLOSING adeeee.blogspot splashsplash go eat your poo. hahaha
i realised i ve been closing blogs whenever im in a bad mood. here goes. so BYEBYE BLOGGIE hehe

went back to live journal and read through all the old entries. haha and i found this so i redid it. hehe
boy i love this show



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Haha back.
Am so tired.
Thank God mommy was nice today to be unlazy to fetch me the sch.
And the weather today was good again.
Freakin cold in the morning and we were freezing at the speaker’s corner, refusing to move into the aircon room. Hahaha quite funny eh. Its just so unlike ME.
And I was being quite racist today because I had too much of the ethnic humor or so you say last night. hahaha dumb people. Only good at telling such dumb jokes. And then to the portie to get the pottyman from Thailand. Haha black again. No surprise.

Anyway Hung around after guitar watching them practise their caroling stuff.
I AM SO JEALOUSSSSSSS.
I wish I could join them on Christmassy EVE.
ARGH. BENWANG STINKS. He’s so gooooood with the guitar that I wanna steal his guitar because it’ll make me so pro too. Heee c:
Alrighty. So I almost finished angels and demons while waiting for the slow slow poke sheralyn
Hahah because APPARENTLY the gay’s leaving town on Friday so it was her last chance to be AT TOWN [orchard tt is] haha
And we caught the sneaks for national treasures or something

OH MY. You must you must you must catch it.
It was soooo mighty exciting then I was screaming away and we were poking each other through out the show. Hehehe and I think the lady’s pretty but I have no idea who she is. Hee Nicholas cage gets all the pretty girls. NOT FAIR.

When I kneel before my Master,
I can feel His presence there,
And the load of care and sorrow
Seems much easier to bear. —Anon.

man. that hideous thing.
maurice and galvin couldnt stop laughing at me.
horrid boys.
and everyone was smsing its almost hilarious.

haha uh oh. i have a few days left to do my christmassy stufff.
cardssssssss plus a teeny weeny little shopping.
but we'll be away for christmas YAY
hee im looking forward to a white christmas.

and a fags outing before sheralyn goes away as well. c:
+ to the FAGS in the world!

haha PAP rally
i must say. i haven seen a thing like this

but i had a terrible headache.
not to mention my rashes were coming back all over again. so yea.
eyes ugly red and hideous
and stuff
haha but im trying my very best not to complain.

still i dislike cheegoupeh old farts. i think they should shut up and go back home.
but yea the other pap people were cool though. funnny how there were 7000 people. but the indoor stadium seemed so small.

still i liked the nice people who were motivating with us. haha they're so friendly. and everyone's like "how old are you. you guys look so young"
FINE haha
yea then we got some interview with the straits times which i uttered total rubbish. im sure i sounded stupid. i wonder if they'll quote us. haha all in all.
tiring day
eye opener
thought provoking
nice politics in the world there

fullstop.
ends there.
am tired. daddy wants me to sleep.

p.s. dont try to keep anything from me. i find out eventually. hee :/

nighty pals

Gifts of the Heart
by Sheryl Nicholson

In this hustle-bustle world we live in, it’s so much easier to charge something on a credit card rather than give a gift of the heart.

And gifts of the heart are especially needed during the holidays.

A few years ago, I began to prepare my children for the fact that Christmas that year was going to be a small one. Their response was, “Yeah sure, Mom, we’ve heard that before!” I had lost my credibility because I had told them the same thing the previous year, while going through a divorce. But then I had gone out and charged every credit card to the max. I even found some creative financing techniques to pay for their stocking stuffers. This year was definitely going to be different, but they weren’t buying it.

A week before Christmas, I asked myself, “What do I have that will make this Christmas special?” In all the houses that we had lived in before the divorce, I had always made time to be the interior decorator. I had learned how to wallpaper, to lay wooden and ceramic tile, to sew curtains out of sheets and even more. But in this rental house there was little time for decorating and a lot less money. Plus, I was angry about this ugly place, with its red and orange carpets and turquoise and green walls. I refused to put money into it. Inside me, an inner voice of hurt pride shouted, “We’re not going to be here that long!”

Nobody else seemed to mind about the house except my daughter Lisa, who had always tried to make her room her special place.

It was time to express my talents. I called my ex-husband and asked that he buy a specific bedspread for Lisa. Then I bought the sheets to match.

On Christmas Eve, I spent $15 on a gallon of paint. I also bought the prettiest stationery I’d ever seen. My goal was simple: I’d paint and sew and stay busy until Christmas morning, so I wouldn’t have time to feel sorry for myself on such a special family holiday.

That night, I gave each of the children three pieces of stationery with envelopes. At the top of each page were the words, “What I love about my sister Mia,” “What I love about my brother Kris,” “What I love about my sister Lisa” and “What I love about my brother Erik.” The kids were 16, 14, 10 and 8, and it took some convincing on my part to assure them that they could find just one thing they liked about each other. As they wrote in privacy, I went to my bedroom and wrapped their few store-bought gifts.

When I returned to the kitchen, the children had finished their letters to one another. Each name was written on the outside of the envelope. We exchanged hugs and goodnight kisses and they hurried off to bed. Lisa was given special permission to sleep in my bed, with the promise not to peek until Christmas morning.

I got started. In the wee hours of Christmas morn, I finished the curtains, painted the walls and stepped back to admire my masterpiece. Wait-why not put rainbows and clouds on the walls to match the sheets? So out came my makeup brushes and sponges, and at 5 A.M. I was finished. Too exhausted to think about being a poor “broken home,” as statistics said, I went to my room and found Lisa spread-eagled in my bed. I decided I couldn’t sleep with arms and legs all over me, so I gently lifted her up and tiptoed her into her room. As I laid her head on the pillow, she said, “Mommy, is it morning yet?”

“No sweetie, keep your eyes closed until Santa comes.” I awoke that morning with a bright whisper in my ear. “Wow, Mommy, it’s beautiful!”

Later, we all got up and sat around the tree and opened the few wrapped presents. Afterward the children were given their three envelopes. We read the words with teary eyes and red noses. Then we got to “the baby of the family’s” notes. Erik, at 8, wasn’t expecting to hear anything nice. His brother had written: “What I love about my brother Erik is that he’s not afraid of anything,” Mia had written, “What I love about my brother Erik is he can talk to anybody!” Lisa had written, “What I love about my brother Erik is he can climb trees higher than anyone!”

I felt a gentle tug at my sleeve, then a small hand cupped around my ear and Erik whispered, “Gee, Mom, I didn’t even know they liked me!”

In the worst of times, creativity and resourcefulness had given us the best of times. I’m now back on my feet financially, and we’ve had many “big” Christmases with lots of presents under the tree…but when asked which Christmas is our favorite, we all remember that one.

And on the way down
I saw you
And you saved me
From myself
And I won't forget
The way you loved me
On the way down
Almost fell right through
But I held onto you

shopping with evie today.
she asked me out.
because she had to buy something for gerald and baby stuff for baby joel
and a pressie for mommy
but she got tired like after ten seconds.
haha that's her for you man.
so like 2 hours later, she was dragging her feet getting me to hurry because she needs to sleep.
thank god im not her boyfriend.
:/ but i love you all the same honey.