tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41266782011-04-21T17:00:35.409-07:00.crushed.jasminenoreply@blogger.comBlogger221100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126678.post-919639172003-04-03T21:39:00.000-08:002003-04-04T00:07:52.000-08:00Yeppz. Put the commenting system up. And the mouse trailer. I'm supposed to be doing my e learning homework. And here I am fiddling with my blog. Couldn't control myself. Had to come look at the blogs first. Then I also decided I wanted a mouse trailer. No self discipline at all :P never had any. But just realised how important it is now. It's way past e learning and I still have lots of homeworkjasminenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126678.post-918236022003-04-01T21:35:00.000-08:002003-04-01T21:35:29.700-08:00yeppz. wanted to post the last few days, but the computer was not connected. Ya. My dad disconnected it because my brother and sister were playing some game together the whole day. Not fair. I didn't even touch the computer. I guess life's like that. It's never fair. it's like, you don't do anything but somehow you are still involved in it because of some relationhips. In this case, it's cos we jasminenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126678.post-914672752003-03-26T23:57:00.000-08:002003-03-26T23:57:10.763-08:00I want to make a new template. No inspiration. I want to make one all by myself, like the sbblog. Not from a site that provides layouts. I thought I had lots of ideas whenever I think of the layout, but now that I really try to organise them, I realise they are are of different moods and themes. Cannot be put together. So now it's only these bits and pieces without a full design. Ya. It's so easyjasminenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126678.post-912702942003-03-24T01:23:00.000-08:002003-03-24T01:23:56.090-08:00Go and die lorh. I mean, what's her problem. Comparing me with her lorh. Duh I'm not as wonderful in all the stuff. Duh I'll lose lorh. Like I was born like that wad. What am I supposed to do. I wasn't born with a perfect set of encyclopedias in me lorh. I'm me wad. Not like I can suddenly do it well overnight. I try lorh. But it takes time, see? I'm trying as hard as I think I can lorh. I might jasminenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126678.post-912169382003-03-22T23:56:00.000-08:002003-03-22T23:56:50.653-08:00Felt like screaming at someone. So horrid. Just got irritated at everything. I almost cried that day cos I kept getting this stupid thing wrong. But she was very nice. I just got really angry at myself. Really frustrated. Sometimes it just comes and you feel like being angry but there is no one to be angry at. Then it gets really horrible and you feel like crying. Then she was so nice. Made me jasminenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126678.post-911736492003-03-22T02:02:00.000-08:002003-03-22T02:19:22.000-08:00Last day of band camp I injured myself trying to pull eyeballs' clarinet apart. I was like wondering why there was blood on my saliva cloth. But then we were in a hurry so I ignored it. Then on our way to the band room I saw my finger was bleeding cos some of my skin got dug out. Like this patch of skin with its two ends joined onto the finger but the middle left hanging. So the skin was like jasminenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126678.post-907596262003-03-15T04:43:00.000-08:002003-03-15T04:52:11.000-08:00Something scary happened to me yesterday. Ya. Shall not put it here. Just that sometimes you just make the correct decision by luck. Guesswork. Choose any one and it could be right. Hmm. I did that yesterday.
Sometimes both choices are right. Just depends on what you want happening to you. There are always good and bad points about certain decisions. Just depends on the path you want to take in jasminenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126678.post-907091622003-03-14T06:12:00.000-08:002003-03-14T06:19:57.000-08:00This is it. The term is over. And to think back, what have I done in these three months. I wasted my time away. What have I learnt. Nothing much, when it comes to school work. But why do I still feel so tired. So dead. Like the whole world is collapsing on me. But I don't seem to have done anything tiring. Maybe that IS why I feel so tired. All the regrets, the knowing I have just wasted another jasminenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126678.post-901620652003-03-04T22:35:00.000-08:002003-03-04T22:35:50.060-08:00I just decided to call my clarinet Aleathea! Yay. You've been telling me to think of one. I have. See. Aleathea. My sis says it means truth. Actually truth is Alethea but my clarinet says she wants a special name :) Haha. My sis says my name is Persian. It means the flower lah. Ya. Just wondering...how do parents think of names for their babies. Maybe they play scissors paper stone I win then it jasminenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126678.post-896356652003-02-24T03:06:00.000-08:002003-02-24T03:06:05.186-08:00I was just thinking about things. Suddenly realised they also have their own lives to lead. Not some indestructable pillar we can always lean against. They can't keep turning back to help us up when we fall. One day we'll be alone. Just thinking about "those days" when they were always there. And trying to get up on our own. I'll miss them. A lot. But everything still goes on. Like nothing ever jasminenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126678.post-893586672003-02-18T23:01:00.000-08:002003-02-18T23:01:40.300-08:00I weep for you
little girl
at night, as you sleep
as I look into your innocent eyes
I burn black and cry for you
let me twist and turn
in my own personal hell
in mental anguish
as I try to save you from tomorrow
from the pain of growing up
and being pushed into reality
before the door to childhood has been locked
let me blind you and bind you from this mess
little girl
NO!
damn me
little girl
jasminenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126678.post-891377322003-02-15T02:18:00.000-08:002003-02-15T02:18:05.300-08:00Must learn to appreciate the finer things in life. People are just so busy thinking that they don't hear the birds in the trees. Who actually stops to look up at the sky and see how blue it is. k probably just to check if it's going to rain. But other than that? So occupied with other stuff that you don't even have time to just stand still and feel the breeze. It's the kind of little things jasminenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126678.post-890054382003-02-12T17:38:00.000-08:002003-02-12T17:38:53.930-08:00I just feel like a different person everyday. Changing, somehow. Not knowing why. Some days I just lie in bed at night being afraid of monsters under my bed. Others I think the night is a friend, the dark is a friend. Some days I feel really happy to be doing homework, just this sense of accomplishment finishing all my homework, even those that are due a long time away. Some OTHER days...I just jasminenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126678.post-889784902003-02-12T08:21:00.000-08:002003-02-12T08:23:34.000-08:00The fear jumped at him for the third time like a great animal that had been waiting to spring. Will lay terrified, shaking, feeling himself shake, and yet unable to move. He felt he must be going mad. Outside, the wind moaned, paused, rose into a sudden howl, and there was a noise, a muffled scraping thump, against the skylight in the ceiling of his room. And then in a dreadful furious moment, jasminenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126678.post-888461122003-02-10T04:16:00.000-08:002003-02-12T08:24:49.000-08:00We had Art today. We had this competition on the artists and stuff. Then she told us about some of the artists. Van Gogh so loser! Guess why he chopped off his ear. Supposedly he was chasing this other guy with the knife and then he was too slow or something. He didn't catch the guy so he chopped off his own ear instead. Gosh. Loser.
So many days didn't post already. My bro always play the jasminenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126678.post-885803412003-02-05T00:27:00.000-08:002003-02-05T00:27:13.300-08:00Hurt. She scolded me. I didn't do it. She just needed someone to scold. I suppose. Was in a bad mood. I think she looks a little tired. All that running about. Bringing us to school. Fetching us home. ya. Why do people feel tired. I can go for days with very little sleep, accumulating all the hours. Then one day I give up. Very tired. Cry. Tired till the next weekends. Cry again. Long sleep. jasminenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126678.post-885274242003-02-04T04:21:00.000-08:002003-02-04T04:21:58.583-08:00Some things will never change. Piglet will always be Piglet even if I change her name. I'll forget that Piglet has some other name and keep calling Piglet Piglet. If I change my name next time I'll forget to reply when people talk to me using my new name. Maybe they will also forget to call me by my new name. I keep forgetting that the sec 2s are sec 3s now and the sec 3s are sec 4s now. And jasminenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126678.post-884674282003-02-03T03:42:00.000-08:002003-04-07T07:22:40.000-07:00It's horrible being afraid of someone. Suddenly feeling weak whenever you see the person. I wonder if it will work. I thought of something to think of when you are face to face with the person. You can think of tonight's dinner. You can think of what your little cousin is doing right now. Think of how you've finished all your homework. Think of how Piglet is being hung out to dry, by the legs or jasminenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126678.post-883765472003-02-01T06:14:00.000-08:002003-02-01T06:14:13.533-08:00Why do I look into some people's faces and find some hidden feelings inside. People don't want to be left out, odd one out. Even if they don't like something but everyone else does, they like it. They have to. Or they'll be labelled weird. Strange. Odd one out. Why. They hide their true feelings. Put on a false pretence. Good show. But all the time suppressing themselves. Their own true self. jasminenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126678.post-883052052003-01-30T19:24:00.000-08:002003-01-30T19:24:14.140-08:00Do you think the universe was really created in this big explosion. It's so fake. Having no universe means having nothing right. Then why can nothing explode into something. Or how can nothing even explode. Some things just don't have an explanation to them. Why do we have to try to explain everything on Earth. In the world. Just leave the questions without answers. Leave space for imagination. jasminenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126678.post-882446992003-01-29T19:11:00.000-08:002003-01-29T19:11:28.186-08:00I dreamt of me lazing about with no homework waiting to be done. Then suddenly this whole long line of books and worksheets appeared from nowhere and started marching towards me. Sigh. Why. It's nice to dream if you dream of nice things. Not of homework holding knives and forks lining up to take a bite. Yuck. Daydream of nice places and you feel happy. Really happy. Not some stupid smile pasted jasminenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126678.post-879466402003-01-24T00:03:00.000-08:002003-01-24T00:03:50.550-08:00Trying out new layout.jasminenoreply@blogger.com