<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/1027639655772528782?origin\x3dhttp://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
.Sunday, April 13, 2008 ' 3:04 PM Y
& I'm waiting


seniors had fac ytd.
well, congrats! ;D
they got 2nd,
and lost by 1 mark. ><
so ke xi.............

and jw, i dunno wad she get. D:
she never tell me -.-

must try to win zhong hua next time! ~
there was such a heavy rain ytd tt we all got drenched.
cos only got 2 umbrellas, 4 ppl. .__.
and we stepped into this big big muddy puddle of water.
TSK.
my whole shoes and socks were soaked for 7 hours plus plus.
><
finally reached hq.
and it was still raining very heavily.
concourse shopping mall was closed.
and hq toilets were out of bounds to competition audiences. -.-
so we cant go toilet.
-.-

had om meeting just nowww.
then we were slacking after rehearsing.
and i slipped and fell into the swimming pool.
my jeans was all wet. ><
just like ytd. D:
but well, eileen is super late for her meeting.
was suppose to reach at 2, but she left at 2 plus. .___.

and music.
i dunno wth to do wif it.
nobody seems to even care.
except yh and angela i guess.
i dunno.
it's always such a trouble to organise meetings.
cos they dun even reply. >:(
and they actually read the msg,
BUT NEVER REPLY.
haiz nvm.
forgettt ittttttttt.

lots of hw to be done..
BUT I WANNA PLAY.
for once i get to use the com and can play. >:(
and i need to do work.

shall stop here now.
quickly play a while then do work.

i dun wan mr tan boon hian to come back. D:
i wan mr guo!
he's a nice and great teacherrrr.



0 Comments






THAT LADYY
` Luping
` Amethyst (Ame)
` 22

` 6H'06 FTPPS
` 104'07 204'08 302'09 402'10 NYGH
` 11S6A HCJC
` NTU

`ELF, Primadonna, F迷, JM and much more

used to be:
` Audi-addict; IcyWitchy/IcyIceWitchy/
---xAMETHYST / Amethystf
` FAM: TheRetainners; -PlayWithMe- ; xLOVEDOPESSx;


Luping is a lost child that has been seeking for her career direction since the first time someone asked her "What would you like to be when you grow up?", when she was still too tiny to reach the basin in her house. Despite reading books like What Should I Do with My Life: The True Story of People Who Answered the Ultimate Question by Po Bronson, she had been searching like a headless housefly (literally translated from 无头苍蝇) past graduation when she actually probably needed to find a job. Eventually, she found a job and a... direction.

For those who know Luping personally, she loves plushies/soft toys and is prepared to go on war with anyone who gets their hands on her babies. Her babies are personified with voices of hers and her Mummy's, and both of them enjoy framing the babies for things they obviously cannot do. When her Mummy suggested that if one day, the babies actually speak up, “那应该会吓死” (it would probably frighten one to death), she responded that she will instead “开心死” (be happy till death) if xiaofenhong (our cute, hot pink, flat bunny) replies her. That is the extent of her loneliness love for her babies.

And for those who know Luping as Amethyst, she is a rather huge fangirl of the Korean boy band, Super Junior. So much that she learnt (and is still learning - 반가워요!) Korean in hope of understanding what they say without subtitles and avoiding the losses in translation. She has been a fanfic writer for two years and counting, which sparked off her interest in writing and thus, this blog to practise writing so that one day, she might have the courage to apply for a (content) writer position or send in a manuscript to a publisher.

HER PASTY
Archives


CREDITSY