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Sunday, August 21, 2005
Yes, third time I'm tagging in 31 hours, surprise surprise
I realize i don't even tag at my OWN deprieved blog now.
HELLOOO, my blog is un-linked, un-tagged(lack of tagboard), un-cared for and un-derblogged.
Err, whatever, ignore my pathetic attempt at alliteration.
Seems to have lotsa alliteration around nowadays. Like juz fri or smth, there was this Stop Singing stupid $ song on 106 board, and then there was this extra arrow, like "SEE! ALLITERATION" or smth like that...err...whatever.
Niwaex, not the point.
Today, i was SUPREMELY surprised when my sister started being NICE. I was fiddling with this heart shaped magnet she made, then i realized "Hey! it's kinda soft! Wonder if i can break it!"
Yeah...and guess what? I could break it. I was stupid enough to try anyway, and I yep, I broke my sister's beloved magnet. But woah, she didn't rant off at me and start growling, she was like, "nvm nvm, it's ok lah...don't worry about it" (WOAH! My lil 9 yr old sis is growing up =)
Yesh, and I had a newfound liking of my lil sis from that moment on. Tsk tsk , so touching...
And okay, we were hving an immature and completely spastic skirmish about a piece of fish after dinner today. I ended up grabbing a feather duster (yep, those good old kinds with brown chicken feathers fluttering around). And i started attacking her with it. And she was like, "Holy chicken!" and then she grabbed my SCANNER and threatened to throw it if i get any closer. pls, she could HARDLY LIFT the SCANNER up...she looked damn hilarious lah! of all things she chose the SCANNER.
Maturity/immaturity of 9 year olds these days...
(Dear moderator: Yes, I know this blog is kinda er, outta point. But er...yeah, at least i blogged.)
And yes, it's JODEE blogging, which other person has the spastictality to blog at 1:41 a.m. when she's shit tired.
And GRRRRR
The pics are blocking my post
