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.

Rants

Written on Friday, July 16, 2010 | back to top

I have practically lived my whole life in Singapore, except for the last 6 months of hell. And that’s why I’m going to complain, since complaining is one of Singaporean’s habits. Australia has the lousiest transport system in history. Okay, so maybe the reason being is that everyone owns a car, but how about tourists? What are tourists going to do? Rent a trailer? Wouldn’t that cost hundreds of dollars? You know, in Singapore there are always taxis on the move, whizzing around, fighting for passengers, but in Australia? Oh… you’d be lucky if you even saw a taxi at all. That’s how rare taxis are. Maybe if you go to the more city-like areas, there’d be more taxis, but how about outside of the city? How about people who got stranded and lost in the outside areas of the city?

Their train, is lousy, super lousy. I’ve sat it once, because it was a school excursion and we were going to the city, I really wanted to bring my camera to take a few snaps of the beautiful city, too bad I was too forgetful to charge my camera. Gahhh, why am I such a klutz? Oh well, clumsiness has its advantages sometimes… hardly… actually… almost never. The city was gorgeous, it reminded me of beautiful Singapore. We visited a building which was the Eureka Tower
Behold…

*Ahem, drum roll please*

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Its really large and modern and reminds me so much of Singapore.
Anyway, back to the train topic...
The train took half an hour or something to arrive. Whilst in Singapore? 5minutes or something. And the train looked shabby and old, like something you'd find in a scrapyard. And the trains are also very inconvinient because its soooo far away from the houses. For example, in Singapore, a bus stop or MRT is sure to be somewhere near you, while in Australia? You'd have to walk MILES and miles or even kilometres before you find a bus or train. I miss Singapore so s much.

x.o.x.o

Labels: australia, rants, singapore

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.