Wish list of ifs
If there was a lake,
Ill swim with you
If there was an open sky,
Ill watch birds with you
If I had more shoes,
Ill walk longer with you
If I had handcuffs,
Ill cuff myself to you
If I was a stranger
Ill walk miles till I find you
If I had one wish
It be to stay with you,
forever...
thats if and only if,
my wish list of ifs comes true.
Monday, May 15, 2006
Friday, May 12, 2006
If all ladybrids were females, then how do they have babies?
If all ladybrids were females, then how do they have babies?
It never before came across my mind how a ladybug (ladybird) got its name. If they are all ladies, then how do they reproduce?
Before anyone makes any smart comments, let me just say that I am not and have never been a science stream student. I have always been with the arts stream.(hmmm... I can just imagine, all those who know me, would be thinking that I am joking as my mother is a Biology teacher). But note, I really am not a science student, and you will realize why when you read below.
Here is how I think ladybugs have babies.
Well, ladybugs are such pretty creatures. So I would think that they obviously pamper themselves, just like us humans in a rose petal bubble baths. Theirs would most likely be an aphids bubble bath. (Aphids are green insects that eat plants. Aphids are what ladybugs eat.) So yea, as I was saying, they pamper themselves so well... and in that luxury experience the utmost pleasure which is so divine of the soothing bath. That is when they decide to go lay some eggs, and let more ladybugs experience those divine baths.
Alright. Now I know I sound real juvenile and as you should already know, I just made up that bit of bullshit. Yup, I just read it off the internet on how ladybugs actually have babies. However that is not what is important for this blog.
I am giving out a ladybug award to the person who comes up with the most creative and imaginative explanation to how ladybugs got its name, and how they have babies. It must be totally what you think, and try not to think too scientifically. Just put your answers in by adding a comment to this post. Remember it does not have to be the right answer. I am looking for imagination. The award will be placed in this blog and will have the winners name on it.
This is what the award looks like.
Isnt it an adorable award? hehehe... Get your thinking caps working, and show me some creativity!
The closing date is on the 26th of May.
Toodles
It never before came across my mind how a ladybug (ladybird) got its name. If they are all ladies, then how do they reproduce?
Before anyone makes any smart comments, let me just say that I am not and have never been a science stream student. I have always been with the arts stream.(hmmm... I can just imagine, all those who know me, would be thinking that I am joking as my mother is a Biology teacher). But note, I really am not a science student, and you will realize why when you read below.
Here is how I think ladybugs have babies.
Well, ladybugs are such pretty creatures. So I would think that they obviously pamper themselves, just like us humans in a rose petal bubble baths. Theirs would most likely be an aphids bubble bath. (Aphids are green insects that eat plants. Aphids are what ladybugs eat.) So yea, as I was saying, they pamper themselves so well... and in that luxury experience the utmost pleasure which is so divine of the soothing bath. That is when they decide to go lay some eggs, and let more ladybugs experience those divine baths.
Alright. Now I know I sound real juvenile and as you should already know, I just made up that bit of bullshit. Yup, I just read it off the internet on how ladybugs actually have babies. However that is not what is important for this blog.
I am giving out a ladybug award to the person who comes up with the most creative and imaginative explanation to how ladybugs got its name, and how they have babies. It must be totally what you think, and try not to think too scientifically. Just put your answers in by adding a comment to this post. Remember it does not have to be the right answer. I am looking for imagination. The award will be placed in this blog and will have the winners name on it.
This is what the award looks like.
Isnt it an adorable award? hehehe... Get your thinking caps working, and show me some creativity!
The closing date is on the 26th of May.
Toodles
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
RSVP no more
RSVP no more
It is so frustrating really, how the modern generation reply to invitations. They just dont reply and expect you to know if they are coming or not. No such thing as RSVP anymore. It so sucks, especially when you need to organise things like buy movie tickets or cater food.
Sheesh, I may sound old fashion, but we CANNOT ignore the RSVP sign on a card. Its not there for decoration. Its a sign that the person who invited you needs to do something that requires them to know the amount of people attending.
So next time you get an invite with RSVP on it, reply!
It is so frustrating really, how the modern generation reply to invitations. They just dont reply and expect you to know if they are coming or not. No such thing as RSVP anymore. It so sucks, especially when you need to organise things like buy movie tickets or cater food.
Sheesh, I may sound old fashion, but we CANNOT ignore the RSVP sign on a card. Its not there for decoration. Its a sign that the person who invited you needs to do something that requires them to know the amount of people attending.
So next time you get an invite with RSVP on it, reply!
Stress till I here the sound of the harmonica
Stress till I here the sound of the harmonica
My exams are in 26 days time. I am not ready!!! I feel jittery, and unhappy of the fact that there is so much to remember. When I read, I know what is happening. But when I try to recall, oh man, my mind goes blank. I believe this is just stress. AAAHHHHHHH... IM losing time. The clock is ticking. (tick. tock. tick. tock.)
My birthday is in 3 days time, this friday, and I want to release my stress over a movie with my mates. It just sucks cause, most people just turn the offer down, cause of exams. Whats 3 hours for a friend do to your study plans? So much for friends. I seriously dont get it. Most of the time I go out of the way, even when IM busy for yall, and yall cant even give me 3 hours? (this goes to those who turned me down with reason being exams). Talk about being kiasu. Kiasuism + friends = incomplete solution. You just cant have both!
I hear there is a band from uni having a gig on the same night, and people are going for that. Whats the big idea? You waste more time at a gig than at a movie, a movie with your friend on her birthday. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH... Im being depressive.
(Dont mind me, just pissed off. For those of you who said yes to the movie, thank you guys so much. It means the world to me really!! Thats all I want on my birthday, true friends!)
In all, the stress and mess, I still hear the sound of the harmonica coming from the living room where daddy is sitting, playing his brand new Hohner, Big Valley. This puts a smile to my face. Mummy, my siblings and I, got daddy a harmonica for his birthday. I was really worried he would not appreciate it much, but I must say, I know know he does indeed appreciate it. He plays so well. He can actually play it! Note, I emphasize the fact that he can really play, cause most of us own a harmonica in our houses, but no one really knows how to play, but daddy he can not just play it, but he plays it really well. He is re-living the old days where he used to play a hohner really well. Nice to hear the sound of the harmonica again. It shows you his appreciation.
In all the stress, appreciation for the smallest things manages to put a smile on your face.
Love you dad. Keep on playing. It motivates me. *wink*
My exams are in 26 days time. I am not ready!!! I feel jittery, and unhappy of the fact that there is so much to remember. When I read, I know what is happening. But when I try to recall, oh man, my mind goes blank. I believe this is just stress. AAAHHHHHHH... IM losing time. The clock is ticking. (tick. tock. tick. tock.)
My birthday is in 3 days time, this friday, and I want to release my stress over a movie with my mates. It just sucks cause, most people just turn the offer down, cause of exams. Whats 3 hours for a friend do to your study plans? So much for friends. I seriously dont get it. Most of the time I go out of the way, even when IM busy for yall, and yall cant even give me 3 hours? (this goes to those who turned me down with reason being exams). Talk about being kiasu. Kiasuism + friends = incomplete solution. You just cant have both!
I hear there is a band from uni having a gig on the same night, and people are going for that. Whats the big idea? You waste more time at a gig than at a movie, a movie with your friend on her birthday. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH... Im being depressive.
(Dont mind me, just pissed off. For those of you who said yes to the movie, thank you guys so much. It means the world to me really!! Thats all I want on my birthday, true friends!)
In all, the stress and mess, I still hear the sound of the harmonica coming from the living room where daddy is sitting, playing his brand new Hohner, Big Valley. This puts a smile to my face. Mummy, my siblings and I, got daddy a harmonica for his birthday. I was really worried he would not appreciate it much, but I must say, I know know he does indeed appreciate it. He plays so well. He can actually play it! Note, I emphasize the fact that he can really play, cause most of us own a harmonica in our houses, but no one really knows how to play, but daddy he can not just play it, but he plays it really well. He is re-living the old days where he used to play a hohner really well. Nice to hear the sound of the harmonica again. It shows you his appreciation.
In all the stress, appreciation for the smallest things manages to put a smile on your face.
Love you dad. Keep on playing. It motivates me. *wink*
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Bunny has been murdered!
Bunny has been murdered!
SOMEONE EXECUTED MY BUNNYS HEAD.
*sob*
Bunny came to me as a gift from a friend studying in New Zealand for Easter (thank you Ameet). Measured at about 14 cm tall, stood this bunny in a blue cloak branded Cadbury Dairy Milk Chocolate, smiling at everybody who stood to admire it (although it knew that his dying day was to come, when someone decides to eat it up).
It arrived on April 17th, and since it was a monday, I decided to wait for the weekend to snap some pictures of it, and send a thank you card to the sender (you see, my sister holds the camera, whose only back on the weekends). Till then, I was gonna bond with the bunny. Every day I open the fridge to see it smiling at me. It was so so adorable.
But then came, April 20th. I opened the fridge in the morning only to find the body of my bunny lying there with its head no where in sight.
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
SOMEONE MURDERED BUNNY AND STOLE ITS HEAD!
*snif* No more smiling bunny. No more 14 cm tall bunny(now only 8 cm tall). No bunny to take a picture to make a thank you card. Alls left is its body.
*sob*
Oh poor bunny, may you rest in peace.
Just you wait murderer, whoever you are, ill find you.
Youll regret you ever laid eyes on MY Bunny.
(frustrations of living in a house with so many people)
SOMEONE EXECUTED MY BUNNYS HEAD.
*sob*
Bunny came to me as a gift from a friend studying in New Zealand for Easter (thank you Ameet). Measured at about 14 cm tall, stood this bunny in a blue cloak branded Cadbury Dairy Milk Chocolate, smiling at everybody who stood to admire it (although it knew that his dying day was to come, when someone decides to eat it up).
It arrived on April 17th, and since it was a monday, I decided to wait for the weekend to snap some pictures of it, and send a thank you card to the sender (you see, my sister holds the camera, whose only back on the weekends). Till then, I was gonna bond with the bunny. Every day I open the fridge to see it smiling at me. It was so so adorable.
But then came, April 20th. I opened the fridge in the morning only to find the body of my bunny lying there with its head no where in sight.
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
SOMEONE MURDERED BUNNY AND STOLE ITS HEAD!
*snif* No more smiling bunny. No more 14 cm tall bunny(now only 8 cm tall). No bunny to take a picture to make a thank you card. Alls left is its body.
*sob*
Oh poor bunny, may you rest in peace.
Just you wait murderer, whoever you are, ill find you.
Youll regret you ever laid eyes on MY Bunny.
(frustrations of living in a house with so many people)
Monday, April 17, 2006
Cutlets
Cutlets
Some guys like to dive right into a relationship
just like raw meat.
Some guys like to take time, and get to know you slowly
just like boiling a potato, then peeling it, then mincing it.
But some guys like a bit of both
You need a bit of meat, and the bolied, peeled and minced potatoes
So I call them cutlets...
p/s: dont take it this too seriously, this is just my cutlet theory.
Some guys like to dive right into a relationship
just like raw meat.
Some guys like to take time, and get to know you slowly
just like boiling a potato, then peeling it, then mincing it.
But some guys like a bit of both
You need a bit of meat, and the bolied, peeled and minced potatoes
So I call them cutlets...
p/s: dont take it this too seriously, this is just my cutlet theory.
Friday, April 07, 2006
Sacrifice
Sacrifice
The term "do what makes you happy" is seriously flawed. Complete bullshit, if you dont have money at the end of the day. It is what you want to believe, what you choose to feel.
The only thing thats real, is the sacrifice people make for the benefit of others. Sacrificing happiness to help someone out. Sacrificing dreams, just so you dont become a burden to anyone. Sacrifising time, so you dont piss people off. True love, is a sacrifice.
Sometimes, people throw the weirdest things at you. Sometimes you end up in a position, that make u lose your reputation, and image. I have made someone so upset at me, that they have lost all respect for me. On the facts of this situation, I could be so angry and not forgive anyone like that, but its different. This person is different. This person will play a big part in my life later on, and I hate having made her upset. I dont know how to say sorry, and even if I did say sorry, I wouldnt be too sure about what I am saying sorry for. But, I am truly sorry for causing hurt to her, and I just wish there was an easier way to get that across to her.
I just wanted to hear an explanation, not from a thrid party. Im still searching for a way.
True love is a sacrifice. This also means, sacrifising your wants, for the happiness of others. Sacrifice for me at this point, is drowning my pride, and finding a way to reconcile.
The season of lent is about sacrifice and reconciliation. I hope and pray, that I will continue to grow in that light.
The term "do what makes you happy" is seriously flawed. Complete bullshit, if you dont have money at the end of the day. It is what you want to believe, what you choose to feel.
The only thing thats real, is the sacrifice people make for the benefit of others. Sacrificing happiness to help someone out. Sacrificing dreams, just so you dont become a burden to anyone. Sacrifising time, so you dont piss people off. True love, is a sacrifice.
Sometimes, people throw the weirdest things at you. Sometimes you end up in a position, that make u lose your reputation, and image. I have made someone so upset at me, that they have lost all respect for me. On the facts of this situation, I could be so angry and not forgive anyone like that, but its different. This person is different. This person will play a big part in my life later on, and I hate having made her upset. I dont know how to say sorry, and even if I did say sorry, I wouldnt be too sure about what I am saying sorry for. But, I am truly sorry for causing hurt to her, and I just wish there was an easier way to get that across to her.
I just wanted to hear an explanation, not from a thrid party. Im still searching for a way.
True love is a sacrifice. This also means, sacrifising your wants, for the happiness of others. Sacrifice for me at this point, is drowning my pride, and finding a way to reconcile.
The season of lent is about sacrifice and reconciliation. I hope and pray, that I will continue to grow in that light.
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