hey hey hey!!!

I'm using the internet courtesy of my so nice homestay parents!!!!

So nice of them. Thanks crystal and uncle Jeff!!

Hmm... went for orientation... so boring. And i met lots of people who are so sulky and quiet. Anyway give it time. It's ok. I know 5 people now. Rachel (another one) Carolyn, Cherie, melisa and Charmaine.

on to complaining. There was this silly father there who bossily asked me how the formula for the circumference of a circle comes about, and I gave him this qim answer and he said no, it was so simple, and he sort of put my dad down, saying he doesn't know cos he studied in Singapore, but my Dad studied in malaysia!!! Hello!!! If you don't know two hoots about anything, don't be a smarty pants!!!!

Pants. My pants are too big. Sicko. Rachel got the skirt, but it's SO much more expensice. She's rich, that's what.

Lydia, my baby darling, I couldn't very well ask the homestay people to pay for my phone call connection charges to singapore, so I'll leave it till I have some oppourtunity to call you. When I call, you weren't home... sad sad sad. I miss my piggie...

I miss my phish. Still no. 1 in my heart girls.

Mommy is making me walk to scholl with this guy (the one with the silly father and the maths formula.) I like my private walking space thank you. SICK! well, I WILL find some way to get out of it. I feel so "protected" bleahz.

Melvin the monkey is very loved by me!!! And the homestay girls, claudia and Crystal like him too!!!

Crystal likes anime too, which is hard to find, so that's quite nice...

got my books, and i have SOOO much work to do! But we did a bit of it in sec 4 so it's not so bad...

I got to go now! Love you lyd, Rach, Avvy, and Shu!!!!

Sotong ink is black and squinky. hi sotong.

Oho...

28th is tomorrow. I think from tomorow onwards, everyday will pass much faster. Yups. I'm moving into homestay with a queen sized bed and no internet access. Cool! I'm going to school on the 29th!!

Celebrate!!

Haiz. Tired and I've got nothing to say anymore, so I hope everybody is ok and happy in Singapore, the fair land of kiasu people. I'm becoming quite at home in this place.

Things are looking good, so I shall yawn and sign off.

Only one bad thing. My dad is leaving for singapore tonight, and I won't se him for 2 months. So sad... But if you guys have anything to send to me, pass it to him. I'll get it in april. haha.

kayz! Gotta go. Going to the airport...

Love you all!

I’ve got a raging headache.
Cause: Whining.
Cause of whining: kids.
Who don’t I like now: guess. It's obvious.

STOP SHOUTING!!!! STOP WHINING!!!

When I move into homestay, all this will be much better. These days I feel pretty good, except for one thing. The WHINING! Somebody take me out of this place before I go crazy! Stark raving mad!

I’m moving in on Wednesday, and the people are nice. I’m really looking forward to it.

Sotong, Lydia, how’s church?!?! I went to church today and I really missed Calvary a lot a lot. Especially during worship. I missed Calvary like crazy…. Sad sad.

Is sotong getting any girls yet? I must tell him this. My daddy went fishing yesterday night with his brother in law. They caught a pretty big sotong, which is rare for those parts. The trick, they said, was to dip the sotong right back in the water after you caught it, or it’d squirt ink. So they did. They froze the poor sotong and the next morning there were ink icicles (black ones) in the freezer. Heh heh heh. We had it for lunch and dinner. Fresh and crunchy.

I’ve just asked the kids to keep quiet again. They’re breaking my train of thought. You want to hear some of it?!?! Here.

You get more points if you AAAAAEEEEE stop it! But I need a fire blaster! I need to do something with it! Jared won! But I need one I NEED one! Press f3! Haha! Suckers. Here! Here! I think it’s here. Watch out. Shoot backwards! Got you! AAiiiEEE. Stop doing that! Skip it!

Hope everybody is doing fine. I’m coping quite well, except for the *black cloud* kids. Help. Me.

Avril, how’s your life and the TK girls?? Trust me your chinese new year blues aren’t a problem. Mine are. 3 havoc kids 24-7! I am going nuts! I had good yu sang though. The crackers and the jellyfish were smashing, to quote the british. Do you see lynette around? I think you should have a lot of fun. After all they’re supposed to be the best years of your life. I think my best years were 2002 and 2003, and I don’t think anything’s ever going to beat that, aye, girls?? (My best years with my best. Still me best. The 4 of you. Shu Lyd Rach and Avyy.)(Sotong be jealous.)

Kay babez, gotta go… (sorry, plus Sotong. Sotong male.) Updates at a later date. Love you girls! (Sotong ok lar. Don’t miss the teasing.)

Love me now, love me forever. (just crap. Ignore.)

p.s. Have I introduced you to the resident soft toys? There’s lilo, stitch, Stitch 2, pig-bear and 2 dinosaur tails. I am playing with the dino tails now.

He who began a good work in you will be faithful to finish it.

I have been deprived of company my age for quite a bit now, resulting in the following results.

1. I have 3 kids, aged 4, 6 and 8 for entertainment and frustration.
2. Conversation in the house proceeds as follows. “Can I play BuBble bobble? Can I? Can I????”
“Can I hug you?” “no.” “I’m hungry” “No.” “Don’t DOOO that.” “Zoe!” “Jared!” “MOMMY!” “But I want to!” “It’s mine!” “MoMMeeeee” “Nicholas Ho! Stop Whining!”
3. I have regained my interest in toys. Like Lego.
4. Mt dreams have reflected a desire to be back in Singapore. I woke up one morning in Singapore for about 3 seconds, then realised I was on the floor of my Aunt’s house. The second time (this is worse) I dreamt I was enrolled in VJC and people were queuing up to buy uniform, which consisted of the skimpy black top Rach and Lyd got for me. Haha.
5. I have to nod when I see scribbling on paper. It looks nice, I said.
6. “I want to play Parrappa!!! I want to I want to!”  Nick. This game consists of seriously flattened 2d characters singing songs which, unfortunately, STICK IN MY HEAD! They are super lame. REALLY really lame. And the worst thing is that my dad got drift of this thing and started to sing the songs too. Vegetales over this anyday, anytime, anywhere, Thank you.

I got my uniform, and in the process met a malaysian girl from sarawak. Her name was melisa. Yes, melvin, MELISA. With one S. She has an elder brother called nicholas. Maybe he gave her that name too, do you think, melvin? Anyway, she’s very nice, and her homestay is like, half an hours’ walk from school. These Aussies are funny. What they say is a 10 minute walk turns out to be a 30 minute walk.

Anyway, when the uniform lady (she keeps calling me “love”.) found out what year I was in, she immediately tossed me a size 35. It was HUGE. I wear a 33, and I’m in year 12. This aussie girl who came in after me and Melisa was a year 10 student, and she was asking for a 38! (Melisa’s same size as me.) I wear a S for the p.e. uniform, and my jumper is a size 12. I shop in the children’s department. In the uniform shop, I wear lower school sizes. Cool.

However large you may imagine these Aussies to be, one might be surprised to find that they are very tall and a good number of them are very very pretty and slim and blessed with nice figures. I’m so short here. But the people here really give you incentive to stay small, because when you see the slim ones, you really want to look like that, and when you see the fat ones ,you DON’T wan to look like that.

Having waited 3 hours for my bank account to open, I got the card in 4 days, which was an improvement, I guess. (Singapore issues it on the spot!!) And so I went down to Woolworth’s to test it out. I stood there looking at the Bankwest branch, which was closed. (It was 5.30) (Oro) So this guy who does keys in the next shop looked at me and said, “ Are you looking for the ATM?” And I said yes. “Go straight, and make a left,” Said he. Then he watched as my face blossomed out into a smile. (Hardly anyone ever sees this. Either I smile or I don’t.) Then he winked at me. Aussies are so friendly. Later, my mom asked whether I asked the guy for information to find the ATM, but I told her, “Nope. He asked me.” So, here we go again. Oro!!!!

Rachel, can you please check this one out for me? I saw the book ‘The Elder gods’ by David and Leigh Eddings in a bookstore. It was light blue, hard cover, and going for $28.75 Australian bucks. It strikes me that you bought soft cover books of this sort before for around the same price. I wonder if it’s cheap here… I wish my school was starting! I am so sick of forgetting how to do maths and spell and all that sort of thing. I need to go to school! (Stationery’s expensive, by the way.) Give my regards to dearest topsy, I do miss him too, and say “Well, *sniffle huff* to you too.” To him for me.

Lydia… my step-cousin (Avril’s relation) gave me this book at the airport that’s called just friends by robyn Sisman. It has a really nice cover and I finished it not too long ago. It’s your kind of book, really, but without those yucky scenes. I thought it was kind of trashy but a little trash once in a while changes your writing style… How’s the monster manager and how’s the photos on the desk and how are the bratty sisters? (Trust me with these kids in the house, your sisters seem quite…. Docile.)

Avril… How is the TKGS bitching?? Haha.. see? That’s what happens when you go to a girl’s school. Anyway, e mail me if you need me ok?? Don’t let Tak Seng bully you. And don’t let Sotong bully you. Especially Sotong. Because Sotong is SOOO nice hor… SOOOOOOO nice. Did I mention I had Sotong for dinner?? Wait, I didn’t. I marinated it and put it in the freezer for tomorrow.

Sotong… Are you bullying Avril and Lydia? Do you still need me to help you get your girl? I can TRY... And I suppose you are a relatively suitable candidate. When you said NS, I got this image of you in a crew cut. *wide-eyes* Girls, can you imagine that?!?!?! *shock*

Shu… wah… sobz… I want to go back to AHS and bully my juniors. Like Edwin and Cheryl and Zhi min. But I don’t want to have to see any more Mrs. Goh *phew*. Speaking of which, girls, I saw a caucasian version of mdm chow in the supermarket today. Haha! Same stature (but taller), same sourpuss face, same stomach, and even the same gait! TwInS!!!!

Hahas... ok.. got to go test out my international caling card now... Good night!!

The weather here is cool- almost like having air conditioning on outside 24-7. That’s bad. We actually pay for it in Singapore, you know. The houses, the shopping and the vegetation is all good. But the banking sucks. I spent 3 hours waiting to process two applications for 2 accounts, and read about 80 pages of the novel Tak Seng gave me at the airport. The card in Singapore is issued upfront, but here it takes ten days. Trashy thing, by the way, the novel- no literary value, like all these crazy modern things, but it’s alright once in a while. Avril, don’t tell Tak Seng that. But tell him if the accent comes, it stays. He told me not to come back with one. You are what you read. And it’s not too heavy, I can pick it up as and when I like. The thing about it is that it’s cover is really attractive- pink pigs with wings on the cover. So Lydia.

At times this whole thing seems quite bad because the weather is way to dry, and the water has too much sodium in it. My body doesn’t like it- it’s like drinking salt water al the time. That, on top of dry weather, is bad.

I’m still deciding between the skirt and the pants. I’m going to do my uniform fitting tomorrow, so wish me luck. I think I like the state of things here, and I’ve written quite a lot of nonsense on foolscap as a makeshift diary. Desperation springs forth creativity. I write a lot during exams too. I have 8 international stamps on hand, inherited by my now graduated cousin. And a few bus tickets. A twenty minute ride in Singapore will now take me one and a half hours. Thanks Tak Seng!

Hahaz, cried so much at the airport. Shu, this is all your fault!! You made me cry first! Hahas.. wait wait.. I’m sending you e mail…

You know what? A majority of the guys here are cute, and the girls are really skinny and REALLY pretty. Drool. But I don’t like that kind of cute. It’s the wrong kind of cute. You girls back there should know my taste. It’s ASIAN. Sorry, I’m still not used to seeing caucasians all the time in the corny advertistments here.

Also, I have here a disgusting theory on why men in general are quiet. I was told, by two males on the day I left, not to think too much. So I figured, that if you didn’t think, then nothing came out of the mouth because the head was well, to put it crudely, empty. All the women in the house say Aye. AYE! JoKiNg LaR… If you are reading this, you’re really smart lor… so don’t take it personally. I know you just wanna blank out on the situation sometimes. That’s what I did in the plane. So I did take your advice, see? *laughs*

WeLL, how are you all doing?? Tag, OK?? How’s life, how’s work?? E mail me…

Girls, I mean my best, how is it going? Miss you two so bad… also missing my familiar surroundings. The only thing familiar about this who situation is melvin the marshmallow monkey. Hahas.

My system isn’t taking he 180 degree change so well, but I must say I could be doing worse. My mother is. The sun, the cold, the water. It’s bad but bearable for me but my mother is having it worse. At least I’ll last out. It’s almost autumn, and so it’s cold, and everybody said summer and I was preparing for hot weather. And now I’m anything but hot. Am I hot, or not, 04s22. (sorry, inside joke.)

Love you out there everybody, especially my best. (Biased cannot arh?) Who’s my best? Check the credits on the previous entrys. Going to write e mails and drive myself silly. Blog when I can…

…If I DoN’T ThInK MuCh… My HeAd WiLl Be EmPtY…If I ThInK ToO MuCh… I Go CrAzY… So hOw MuCh Do I ThInk??

WaHhH! I'm going nuts! Everybody is smsing me!! And calling me! HaLlP!!! This is crazy! HaIz... it's nice though, knowing I have so many friends... So... thanks for everything people...

My two best are in my house now.. and we are lazing around and crapping till it's time to leave. It's the best day ever! And it's because I'm with them.. They're the best! (I'm sure they think so too.) I really think there will never be another day like this one. Ever. It's true.

So this is it. I'm going now.. If I ever post again, It'll be in Australia. Goodbye people.. Au revoir...

credits...
My BeSt:

MiTeI-KuN

MiTsUkA-KuN

|MaNdY|+|SaMaNtHa|

People I grew up with: |Shu-14 years|+|SaMaNtHa- 9 years|+|BeN ToH- 7 years|+|ShI WeI- 7 years|

People who are good at irritating me: |JoNaThAn|+|MaRk (Eugene's fren)|+|SoToNg|+|BeN ToH|+|BeRtRaNd|+|MeRvYn|+|SoO HeRn|+|MeLvIn|

People who are really good burpers/farters: |JoNaThAn|+|Rachel's OGL|+|BaO|+|Jo-jO|+|DwAyNe|

BoYs I'Ve LiKeD BeFoRe: |MaTtHeW LaU|+|DaNiEl Li|+|JoShUa Ng|+|cute twins in kindergarten|+|ChAnG YaNg|+|my da ge (before he was my da ge.)|+|ChUnG ChI|+|JoNaThAn ChEe|

BoYs I lIkE NoW: YoU expect me to put this here??

people who took good care of me: |MoN|+|DaD|+|SaMuEl BeY|+|RaChEl (so I didn't get whacked by cars)|+|LyDia- In ChUrCh|+|auNtY WeN|+|Ms. WoNg|

SeRiOus Moral support Group: |RaChEl|+|LyDiA|+|SoToNg|+|MeLvIn|+|lOoNg ChOoN|

BeSt Ever ClAsS: 4C '03!!!

Thanks everybody!!! SaYoNaRa...

GoOdByE's the saddest word I'll ever hear... GoOdByE'S thE last time that I'lll hold you near...

WaHhH! I'm going nuts! Everybody is smsing me!! And calling me! HaLlP!!! This is crazy! HaIz... it's nice though, knowing I have so many friends... So... thanks for everything people...

My two best are in my house now.. and we are lazing around and crapping till it's time to leave. It's the best day ever! And it's because I'm with them.. They're the best! (I'm sure they think so too.) I really think there will never be another day like this one. Ever. It's true.

So this is it. I'm going now.. If I ever post again, It'll be in Australia. Goodbye people.. Au revoir...

credits...
My BeSt:

MiTeI-KuN

MiTsUkA-KuN

|+|MaNdY|+|SaMaNtHa|

People I grew up with: |Shu-14 years|+|SaMaNtHa- 9 years|+|BeN ToH- 7 years|+|ShI WeI- 7 years|

People who are good at irritating me: |JoNaThAn|+|MaRk (Eugene's fren)|+|SoToNg|+|BeN ToH|+|BeRtRaNd|+|MeRvYn|+|SoO HeRn|+|MeLvIn|

People who are really good burpers/farters: |JoNaThAn|+|Rachel's OGL|+|BaO|+|Jo-jO|+|DwAyNe|

BoYs I'Ve LiKeD BeFoRe: |MaTtHeW LaU|+|DaNiEl Li|+|JoShUa Ng|+|cute twins in kindergarten|+|ChAnG YaNg|+|my da ge (before he was my da ge.)|+|ChUnG ChI|+|JoNaThAn ChEe|

BoYs I lIkE NoW: YoU expect me to put this here??

people who took good care of me: |MoN|+|DaD|+|SaMuEl BeY|+|RaChEl (so I didn't get whacked by cars)|+|LyDia- In ChUrCh|+|auNtY WeN|+|Ms. WoNg|

SeRiOus Moral support Group: |RaChEl|+|LyDiA|+|SoToNg|+|MeLvIn|+|lOoNg ChOoN|

BeSt Ever ClAsS: 4C '03!!!

Thanks everybody!!! SaYoNaRa...

GoOdByE's the saddest word I'll ever hear... GoOdByE'S thE last time that I'lll hold you near...

WaHhH! I'm going nuts! Everybody is smsing me!! And calling me! HaLlP!!! This is crazy! HaIz... it's nice though, knowing I have so many friends... So... thanks for everything people...

My two best are in my house now.. and we are lazing around and crapping till it's time to leave. It's the best day ever! And it's because I'm with them.. They're the best! (I'm sure they think so too.) I really think there will never be another day like this one. Ever. It's true.

So this is it. I'm going now.. If I ever post again, It'll be in Australia. Goodbye people.. Au revoir...

credits...
My BeSt: |

MiTeI-KuN

|+|

MiTsUkA-KuN

|+|MaNdY|+|SaMaNtHa|

People I grew up with: |Shu-14 years|+|SaMaNtHa- 9 years|+|BeN ToH- 7 years|+|ShI WeI- 7 years|

People who are good at irritating me: |JoNaThAn|+|MaRk (Eugene's fren)|+|SoToNg|+|BeN ToH|+|BeRtRaNd|+|MeRvYn|+|SoO HeRn|+|MeLvIn|

People who are really good burpers/farters: |JoNaThAn|+|Rachel's OGL|+|BaO|+|Jo-jO|+|DwAyNe|

BoYs I'Ve LiKeD BeFoRe: |MaTtHeW LaU|+|DaNiEl Li|+|JoShUa Ng|+|cute twins in kindergarten|+|ChAnG YaNg|+|my da ge (before he was my da ge.)|+|ChUnG ChI|+|JoNaThAn ChEe|

BoYs I lIkE NoW: YoU expect me to put this here??

people who took good care of me: |MoN|+|DaD|+|SaMuEl BeY|+|RaChEl (so I didn't get whacked by cars)|+|LyDia- In ChUrCh|+|auNtY WeN|+|Ms. WoNg|

SeRiOus Moral support Group: |RaChEl|+|LyDiA|+|SoToNg|+|MeLvIn|+|lOoNg ChOoN|

BeSt Ever ClAsS: 4C '03!!!

Thanks everybody!!! SaYoNaRa...

GoOdByE's the saddest word I'll ever hear... GoOdByE'S thE last time that I'lll hold you near...

Stars
“What is it?” I asked, complacently observing the lean young man with his chin in hand. He was gazing thoughtfully out of the old, scratched train window, leaning his elbow heavily on the rusty pane. He turned to me, and said in a heavily accented voice, “ Stars.”
“Stars?” Queried I, much amused. I had only met Antoine for perhaps about four hours, but already I knew him as a soft-spoken, yet thoughtful young French man, wise beyond his three and twenty years. At first glance, he proved to be one I would not consider intellectual, as his handsome, angular features served only as a disguise to the brilliant mind he modestly concealed beneath his tousled, wind-blown hair.
We had met in a rusty old train on its way to Italy, I a young girl of sixteen, off to a foreign country in search of schooling, fearful and saddened at having parted company with people I was never to meet again, and he an experienced pilot, returning from his flight to India where he had run into plane trouble in the Sahara desert. As the old train struggled to bring us where we paid to go, Antoine and I had the luxury of time as no one else in this day and age seems to have any longer. So, he told me his story. As he unwound his tale simply, I began to realize that his experience had aged him greatly, yet somehow preserved his youth permanently; He had learnt, in the short span of a few months, of the more important things in life. That is much to expect from one so young. He was wise, yet not eager to push his opinions onto another, strong, yet not dominating. I could tell that wind, sun and sand had given him dark skin and made him lean. The stars to which he looked up to every night seemed to put a twinkle in his soft brown eyes. The strong chin and brow told of hardship, and loss. He was one of those magical humans who had learnt the meaning of life, love and loss.
He turned to face me, his silk shirt crinkling ever so slightly. “Look!” His features were animated, and he seemed truly happy. I studied the wisps of hair falling gently about his face for a moment, enhanced by the light of the dim bulb overhead. Then obediently, I peered out the train window. The night sky, in all her majesty has opened her velvet cloak to display her treasures- stars. Tonight, the stars ceased to hide behind their cotton friends, and boldly came forth, blinking and glimmering.
I had never taken the time to look at stars, or listen to them, for that matter. For they talk. They whisper. They dance, scattering stardust for the wind to carry far into the night sky, whirling round and round. And if you really want to, you can hear what they have to say. Secrets of their own, of what they see. Of what the moon does in the daytime. Of the sun’s antics. Nonsense, isn’t it? It really isn’t everyone who can listen to stars.
Then, soberly, Antoine told me of his friend—the one who had taught him the meaning of stars. “I never knew his name. Perhaps he never had a name. He made me a present of the stars—he had nothing else to give. I remember what he told me-- that all men have stars, but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others, they are no more than little lights in the sky. For the scholars, they are problems, and for businessmen, wealth. He said that only I would have the stars as no one else had them. Then he laughed. And I loved to hear him laugh! And he said that when he was gone, I would remember him when I looked up at night, because we would be looking at the same stars. He said I would remember how he laughed— that all the stars would laugh just like him. Only I have stars that can laugh. But the loss is great for me. He taught me the secrets of life, and his innocence and vulnerability made me worry for him. Time has healed some of that hurt, but I made the mistake of saying goodbye.”
At that, he turned away, and I could tell he was greatly saddened. I know now why he always looked at the stars, and why he told me never to say goodbye to friends but taught me instead to say au revoir—to meet again.
We had dinner in that rickety old train, and his warm, inviting company comforted me of the sad goodbyes I had made at the train station. The cabin echoed of our laughter as candlelight reflected our silhouettes, and the wind carried our voices far into the night.
Late that night, I buttoned my coat tight, for the wind was rising, and as the train slowly eased to a stop, I hauled my luggage out of the ceiling compartment, with a little help from Antoine. He walked me to the exit, and as I stepped gingerly off the train, he said, “Au revoir.” Almost instantly, the train was off again, picking up speed as it plunged further into the darkness, leaving me squinting in the dust, my hair dancing in the wind, waving till the darkness concealed my new friend. Only the stars and the light of the lamppost saw the gleaming streaks on my dusty face that night.
I made it all right in the end, but when I look at the stars, I will always remember the meaning of goodbye, and tell myself that it is too sad a word for friends. In the course of my life I have traveled much, met many people—dined with kings and sat with paupers, but I never met anyone quite like Antoine ever again. I will remember too, Antoine’s story, and his wisdom, when I look at the stars. In that short journey, he taught me much, and showed me what stars are really meant for.
Au revoir, Antoine.


Sara Chong 4C



To all my friends who know what goodbye means to me, and will consent to say au revoir instead.

PrAiSe ThE LoRd, O My SoUl AnD FoRgEt NoT AlL HiS BeNeFiTs

28 hours until I leave Singapore. There was a time when I nodded with some sense of security to the person beside me and said, “40 days is a lot.” Not so any longer. Have you ever, even once in your life, seen time slip by through your fingers like fine sand? Have you ever tried to catch hold of something invisible, something so precious, something no money can buy and lost it within a fraction of a second? Have you ever tried to resist the urge to cry numerous times in the same day and succeeded?

For some reason, strangely enough, I have a wish to call Nicholas, my old band conductor and senior. I can’t get his contact, though. Nicholas Tan… Shu remembers him. Any help here?

Many people have told me- Eugene, Dave, etc. to keep my contacts here well. And I have done my best to really really try. As I run through my address list in my phone, I realize that I have spoken to the people that I wished to speak to, met up with those I needed to see, and filed the list of e-mail addresses immaculately.

My heart is filled with sorrow and there is no other way to put it. It’s ugly to tear away the untidy shreds of time and space that makes up the difference between now and what will happen 28 hours later. This is the transition period, a time when, as cloth is torn, the shreds show, and the break in the cloth shows how my life has separated into a new era, and one that will turn ancient in time. Time that should be wisely spent. Time should be spent praying. Spent with family, with friends. Time for reconciliation, and reflection.

You know, there was a piece of work that never got into the school mag. I want to put it up here before I leave, because I think I may not have a chance to go online very regularly at all when I get to Australia. It will be a separate post.

Also, be warned- I can’t access the net very often, so please wait a while if I can’t answer mail. So sorry, gomene…

So, I shall say it now… Goodbye people… And thank you for all your support. Every one of you have been just wonderfully fantastic!

Tomboy


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Sotong!! PhIsHie! Have you SEEN this place???? It like, RAWKS!

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People, I'm SOO happie! I have a nice bloggie. For now, this masks all other substantial blog material. So you can check ih another day to hear me crap.

p.s. do you know I still haven't sent Dave that e-mail? Talk about procrastinating!

EhH.. siao liao. I am getting this thing mainly for the purpose of getting a tagboard. So... It's livejournal mainly now. Until I get this thing modified. It isn't fit to see, really. So, happy day. Jaa-ne!