Tales

Hello and Welcome

Hey there, welcome to my humble home. I guess the current reason you're staying here is because you want to finish reading this sentence. And magical beings do exist, here I'll show you:

Anyway, this is supposed to tell you how to navigate around, there you go:
GIRL = My profile page
STORYBOOK = My blog entries
CONVERSE = My comment page
ESCAPES = Links to all my crazy friends.

There, its my dictionary so all of you can know what goes where and it wont be so confusing trying to understand my language.

You're welcome.

That Girl

Hi, I'm Janice. Puppies are amazing creatures. School is the worst building ever created. What were the builders thinking? Music's beautiful. And no, Music is not a person. I mean MELODY MUSIC. Okay? Jeez, whats the matter with you people. Anyway. Have a wonderful day and may butterflies and rainbows follow you wherever you go.

~What I Want To Do During The Holiday~

Written on Sunday, March 9, 2008 | back to top

When people ask me what's my plans for the holidays, I look at them with this confused daze, then reply half an hour later... yep, I'm pretty slow.

Firstly, I'm a pretty spontaneous person. I like going with the flow because it's more... natural, you know? Like, instead of planning out your life, you just... take what's in front of you. Just kidding, I just don't like planning.

The best part of school is holidays. No one likes school, school can just jump down a hole or something. FYI, just to make it completely clear, that's not cyber bullying so don't drown my mail with something about cyber bullying and how a criminal record is going to ruin my life because I'd become a street cleaner and never be able to get a job. Ever.

Anyways, about my holidays. I'm not really sure what I'm going to do, but I have the slightest idea. First, I'd daydream about bungee jumping because it's entirely what I want to do with my life, because dangling on a cliff would be so fun! Next, I'll do some spring cleaning, that's right, I'm going to clear out my super secret stash of candy canes leftover from last Christmas. Mmm, candy cane!

Also, I'd take tomato ketchup in shots to compensate for the fact that I'm not old enough to drink... yet. I'd also like to spy on the neighbours. They call it stalking but I call it... the stare. Oh yes, I also like to go down to the place where I predict they'd film a movie... but I never guess right anyway.
I'm good with music. I can play the air piano. It's pretty fun. I can even play the Nyan cat with my air piano.

Well, that pretty much sums up the things I'm going to do, besides take over the world, or ahem. Oh no, I've revealed too much to you... muggle. You must go now. Good bye.

xox

Converse

Hey there bloggers! Before tagging, please note to press enter once. The message will not appear but click the refresh button of the cbox to see your message or click converse again. Sorry for any inconvinience caused, but there are some problems with my cbox. And note: YOU MAY NOT WRITE ON MY BLOG JUST TO LINK YOURS IF I DONT KNOW YOU. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Happy tagging (:

Escapes

And here is a list of people willing to put up with my crazyness. Go ahead, click on one if your really that desperate to leave me and my insane blog.

Friends:

Lydia

Ren Rong

Carol

Ellenie

JiaCai

Eugene

Kyne

Wei Hao

Jing Xuan

Joey

Thinzar
Family:

My sister (Esther):

Credentials

Oh, my sister got tired of my previous blogskin and decided to make me a new one. So here, this pretty purple skin is made by her.
And this is her blog and all her stupid pictures.
And this is her blogskins account. So you can go support her blogskins. But I don't think she even logs in anymore.

Past Entries

You enter a large library filled with big book shelves. And you're pretty sure that this maniac doesn't read books. You slowly creep up on the shelves and slowly investigate, as you reach out to seize one of the pretty books, you get an electric zap, then a threatening voice, presumably a device in the book screams out, "please enter password." In a panic, you drop the book and rush off. You quickly stuff the security locked book into the back of all the other books, and scurry off, pretending nothing happened.