overconfidence.
Sunday, November 29, 2009 at11:37 AM
i'm feeling freaking sick now. experiencing the situation of Patient D now.
EWWWWW.
postnasal drip + rhinorrhea.
Really sian to the max.
i feel like sleeping the whole day today.
and i feel like reading NINETEEN MINUTES again. >.<
or watch one litre of tears and cry again. -.-!
fml.
i wannnnnnnnntttt da holis. ='(
Saturday, November 28, 2009 at3:03 PM
my WINDPIPE/THROAT/GULLET/OESOPHAGUS/PHARYNX IS FEELING SORE.
not again.
273th
at1:02 AM
If i'm not wrong, this is the soundtrack for Bloody Monday! (:
It's damn nice! at least nicer than i expected! ;D
keke.
Yes, i'm spamming it now. HAHA.
i've got back my freedom, seems pretty nice(: at least for now (:
Friday, November 27, 2009 at1:41 PM
OMG.
my sis said that i talked abt my grp work in PMIC in my sleep.
then the next day she was like " eh jie, do you have group work in PMIC?"
me : " ehh yesss."
my sis: " NO WONDER LAR. you were talking abt it in your sleep. luckily you didn't say out any names. haha"
LOL.
:X!!!
signs and symptoms of stress. HAHA.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009 at11:12 PM
EFF. IT SUCKS KNOWING.
please do me a favour and kill me.
Monday, November 23, 2009 at11:19 PM
LIAR GAME SEASON 2 IS OUT!!!!!!!
OMG.
SUPER BAD TIMING.
how am i going to watch it?!?
T.T SO SAD LUH.
i gagged 3 times after eating my medicine.
why can't they invent better tasting ones?!
with that being said, i can't help but think twice.
Sunday, November 22, 2009 at11:41 PM
三步
Monday, November 9, 2009 at4:31 PM
I'm not the cause of this problem. You should know it damn well by now.
Saturday, November 7, 2009 at4:27 PM
at2:17 PM
LOVE STORY INCOPORATED at 2:20 ! SO PRO <333
to anyone who still visits this space anymore.
at1:59 PM
WOOOTS!!! \m/
a rock song transformed into something soft!!
can't imagine? WATCH THIS!
Friday, November 6, 2009 at11:41 PM
I MISSS YOU SISSY COME HOMMMMY =(((
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Thursday, November 5, 2009 at11:14 PM
QUOTED FROM SHIHUI'S BLOG. I LIKE IT ALOT(:
A water bearer had two large pots,one hung on each end of a pole which he carriedacross his neck.
One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end
of the long walk from the stream to themaster’s house. The cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water in his master’s house.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream.“I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you.”
Why?” asked the bearer.
What are you ashamed of?”
“I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master’s house.
Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don’t get full value from your efforts,” the pot said.
The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, “As we return to the master’s house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path.”
Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some.
but at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.
The bearer said to the pot, “Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot’s side?
That’s because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you’ve watered them.
For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master’s table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house.”
Moral: Each of us has our own unique flaws. We’re all cracked pots. But it’s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You’ve just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them. There is a lot of good out there.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009 at11:06 PM
I tHiNk I sCrEWeD uP mY sChoOl LiFe.
CoMe On, Is ThIs ThE BeSt YoU CaN dO? gIvE mE mOrE, I wOuLd LiKe To tEsT mY aDvErSiTy QuOtIeNt
