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.

the trouble of birthdays

Written on Sunday, September 12, 2010 | back to top

Birthdays.

I love birthdays. Its eventful and fun especially when there’s parties.

But there’s a flipside to it.

Presents.

I never know what to get my friends. I mean, I can’t give them a teddy bear every year and go, ‘There, your 10^th teddy bear, now you know that you’re 10 years old!”

You always have to wreck your brain cells, trying to think of the perfect gift.

And its my turn again, to wreck my oh, ever so tired brain cells, trying to think of a gift which would make the host go, ‘THIS. IS. AWESOME!!!!” But then again, that’d be almost impossible unless you gave the person a roller coaster.

So my friends and I decided to go shopping for presents. We were like weird dorks in school uniform, like some nerdy group of kids going to the library to do some humanities project on artichoke, or whatever it is that geeks study.

Just when we thought that the perfect gift was right in front of us, we checked the item, and imagine our disappointment when we saw the label “Made in China”

Then we looked around some more, only to realize that the label Made in China was stalking us, almost like it was everywhere.

Made in China stuff are usually low quality stuff. So we didn’t want to blow our money on stuff like these. I mean, if you had to buy something, you’d always pick the better quality thing right?

But we gave up in the end. Because almost everything was made in China. We should have just gone berry picking instead.

Labels: birthday, party, present, shopping

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.