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.

numbers, numbers, numbers

Written on Saturday, January 15, 2011 | back to top

Sometimes I wonder, how do people choose their favourite number. Some people have completely no reason whatsoever to why they like a particular number.

For me, my favourite number is 7 as suggested by my blog URL and the overuse of 7s. I'm not sure I remember why I liked the number 7, I don't have a grand story behind the picking of my favourite number, but I still have a story nevertheless.

When you're young, you don't actually have a mind of your own. You don't actually even have a mind to think what you're going to do. You just do stuff just because you want to. I used to wonder around my home, taking stuff I find interesting and experimenting with it. Maybe thats why they locked up everything :O.

What I used to do was wonder into the bathroom and take some green and red shampoo which were both in 2 different fancy tiny bottles and mix them up in some tiny cup so I could get "potions". It was fun, though I never really understood why I did that. But then again, Harry Potter looked like he was having so much fun mixing stuff in his cauldron. Anyways, back to topic.

Anyway, in one of my not-thinking little girl moments, I decided that I was finally old enough to have a favourite number of my own. What I did was I took a piece of paper and assembled every digit onto the paper and crossed out the number which didn't look appealing or smiley.

In the process of finding the perfect number, I remembered crossing out number 3, 8 and 6 first because it looked like numbers which weren't smiling, happy or cheerful. Instead, they looked like how my mom looks when she wants to kill me. I don't know how I deemed a number as being smiling, cheerful and happy, but I just did. Because now, when I try assembling the numbers and picking out my favourite one again, all that would happen is that I'll throw the piece of paper away because it reminded me of Math. Oh Math... stupid subject.

Slowly, I finally came down to three of the most smiliest numbers: 5, 7 and 9. And ultimately, I picked 7 because it looked the most smiley. Hey, don't judge me!

I know people probably don't like numbers like 13 coz they consider it to be bad luck and stuff. But Taylor Swift's favourite number is 13. She's obsessed with the number, its written all over her face.

Or maybe you like the number 3 because, as they say, 3rd time's the charm. Or maybe you like even numbers, because they're easier to work with in Math, won't end up with a decimal when you divide by 2. But hey, at the end, maybe you've got a better and grander story to tell of how your favourite number came about.

Labels: favourite, numbers, seven

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.