the spider ran away OH REALLY?!

Thursday, January 31, 2008

what the heck is an exhibitionist?

that's what cas says i am and that "we" all know me already.

who the hell is WE? -.-

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this post is going to be all about cas.

9thingsIknowaboutcas.

1. her full name is CASSANDRACHOWQILEI
2. she's born on the 3rdJune1993
3. her email has something to do with cassandra and starz
4. she's very very very lame
5. she's in dhsco
6. she plays the DARUAN and PIANO
7. she loves me.
8. she's very against desposs.
9. i can't think of 9 things about her.

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how did i get to know her?
well duh. she's from bondia.

I first had an engaging conversation in the com lab where she sits next to me.
(i was register 7 and she was 6)
i told her about how my blog url came about.

During the EOYS, she sat next to me again!
she changed the bag she carried to school everyday.
so i decided i must go shopping with her.

I went ice skating with cas.
and sprained my leg.
oh. &she said she liked me coz i eat vegetables unlike some other people.


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IEATPINKMOONS.
how can moons ever be pink?

for cas to believe moons are pink, we can assume she has a pink vision.

to prove this hypothesis we need to carry out experiments.

step1. ask if she likes pink. (if she does it's probably coz it's the only colour she can see)

step2. ask the colour of her hair. (she'll most likely say black. this can prove that she has pink vision coz. darkcolours + pink = black)

step3. conclude she has pink vision.

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If cas really laughs out all the hahaha she types in our conversations,
she must have laughed her head off.

she laughs at almost everything I type.

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ok these are 2 pictures of my wonderful cas.

BEWARE: IF EVER SPOTTED, APPROACH CAUTIOUSLY BEFORE SHE THINKS YOU'RE A MENTAL PSYCHO AND BEGAN HARBOURING EVIL THOUGHTS ABOUT YOU.



ok.

to conclude it all.

CassandraChowQilei is CassandraChowQilei. and she's bloody weird.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

lets play a game

guess whose eyes are these
1
2
3
4
5

Monday, January 28, 2008

HAHA.
need not = laughter.

it may be just some letters put together that happened to sounds like laughter.

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cas is being emo omgosh.

HER PM READS :
have you ever been in a crowded room and still feel lonely

my answer to you cas is that
if you were in the crowded room with me, you can count on me to put you in the limelight.

i thought it was usually cas comforting me HAHA :)

BUT DON'T WORRY BECAUSE CHUALIWEN IS HERE WITH AN EXTRA SUPPLY OF INSTANT STICK SUPERGLUE WHICH CAN GLUE BACK ANY SURFACE WHICH INCLUDES SLIPPERY BLOODY HEARTS.

Sunday, January 27, 2008

lets go kbox someday to break windows. // %shit.you says:

but courage is a matter of stupidity mah

- Sean(: awaits an exciting show tmr. says:

why

stipididty

lets go kbox someday to break windows. // %shit.you says:

coz

if you're not stupid you wont jump into a fire. but if you jump into the fire means you're stupid and have courage

- Sean(: awaits an exciting show tmr. says:

liwen

for the first time i agree with you



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go along the beach for a hundred metres.
the treasure is behind the square rock.


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that conver shows i have other people in my contact list other than cas.

oops. here's what sean said.

lets go kbox someday to break windows. // %shit.you says:

omg i cant believe sx is sc

- Sean(: awaits an exciting show tmr. says:

?

zzz

he sucks

lets go kbox someday to break windows. // %shit.you says:

OMG

you say tt again and i'll kill you.

- Sean(: awaits an exciting show tmr. says:

tt again

cmon

kill me

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Friday, January 25, 2008

the biggest loser in 2B07 is the jerk person who intruded on my precious hanping tianjuen and rumeng.

and pretended to be close to :D while steading yz.
and unzipped his jeans to show everyone his fbts.
and made everyone refuse to stay at the chalet if he stayed.

but people change. don't be judgemental liwen.


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人生有時候 要奮力一搏 不管未來會怎樣


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i looked at fiona today.

&thought "was she from my class?"

will i look myself in the mirror &think. "who are you" ?


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i distinctly remember vanessa telling me she was pebble and i'm rock.

did it happen?


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em tnel tekcaj gnillems ecin s’nuejnait fo em dednimer ti. tekcaj reh em allicsirp. yadot ehcahcamots a dna dnab dah I


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DAREN'S ON9 YAY! :DDD

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

i know you think i have no integrity

let it be.

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believe in miracles.

when i believe. i can stay awake during HCL.

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i don't think . urgh forget it

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

BLUE

“Ladies and Gentlemen, please remain in your seats. The concert would be starting shortly,” a croaky voice announced over the amplifier. “And please ensure that you keep the ticket stud until the end of the concert.”

I stared down at the piece of white paper in my sweaty palms, and thought of how ridiculous this ticket was. It was given to me by an old blind man I helped across the road; his words still rang as the church bells in my ears, “Young lady, take this piece of paper you’ve earned for a concert at the left turn down the street.”

I shifted uneasily in my seat, not knowing what to expect. I did not know what was it which brought me here, for I had never been here, not even knowing that there was a left turn down the street. Expecting that the ticket collector would think that I was crazy for passing off a white paper as a ticket, I was surprised when he had just clumsily torn off a piece of the ticket without a second look at me. But still I was glad that I came, for the magnificent concert hall was filled with people, and it promised a good show ahead. I glanced around at the audience and I wondered if they entered the hall with the same ticket as I had.

The lights dimmed, I could see the musicians sitting upright in their seats, positioning themselves for the piece they were about to play.

The hall was in total darkness. As the players play harmoniously, the notes from each instrument strung together to form a perfect chord and a tinge of azure trickled into the hall, disappearing when the conductor ended it with a sweeping action. The hall plunged into its initial gloom. I rubbed my eyes. The colour that crawled into the hall was surely not a fragment of my imagination.

Again the baton fell. The horn started the movement, playing the darkest shade of blue, surrounding the hall with mystery and unknowingness. The music had begun.

As Indigo enveloped the audience, rain drops started to splatter and form puddles around me. I was standing under the bus stop shelter, shivering from the frigid wind that penetrated my skin. John was next to me, holding me close to him. The night’s events replayed right before my eyes in the recital hall. He gazed deeply into my eyes, his lips parted and the words dribbled out of his mouth. Different hues of dark blue whirled my mind into a stormy mess as the flautists’ fingers ran across the flute keys. The bass drum shook and thunder filled the room. He said that we could no longer be together. Lightning from the cymbals ripped the sky apart as his words shattered my heart into a million pieces, disappearing within the blue sky. The cellos blended cerulean into the midnight blue. A single strum of sapphire from the string bass erupted amidst the disarray of colours and tears rolled down my cheeks.

The hall was silent except for my sniffles and the dull blue that played in the background. A spark emerged from the conductor’s slender fingers and ended up at the tip of his baton. He took a deep breath and a shaft of baby blue danced across the room as the clarinets played a single note. The note bounced off the audience and lit the hall with exhilaration. I was transported back to the afternoon I spent with John at the beach. The cool ocean breeze splashed against my face as we cycled along the coast. We held hands and lay on the sand, gazing up at the passing clouds floating around aimlessly in the blue sky.

Smiles plagued the hall and gasps of anticipation and fervor echoed with the four walls. The oboes made the light shade of blue glow with zest, and the room did not seem to be able to contain the blue that exploded with vibrancy and vigor as the electric guitars blasted into view. Candy floss melted in my mouth, balloons popped in the distance and I squealed with delight as John and I buckled ourselves on the roller coaster ride. I was now at the carnival with John, turning blue with enthusiasm and joy. We crossed out hearts and made a vow that we would stay together forever.

The conductor made a sweeping action with his hand, signaling the band to a stop. Yet the tuba continued to play in oblivion, louder than before, vibrating the hall with the heartbeat of the colour blue. John and I were the couple all our friends envied. They thought we would never part, and so did I. Sparks flew out from the blue ever so brilliant, electrifying the audience, stealing the zeal that had first overwhelmed them. The colour began to grow brighter than anyone could ever imagine.

Slowly the excitement began to morph into aloofness and indifference. Sand appeared on the carpeted ground and cactus sprouted out of nothingness. John had stopped phoning me at night or picking up my calls. I felt unloved and deserted in the middle of the desert. The atmosphere hung thick of blue, choking the audience of dynamism as the conductor conducted furiously. This was not the way things should have turned out between us. Blue had never such a cold and uncaring side.

Just then the sky blue waters shimmered and sparkled as the violins poured in their soulful music. Calmness took over the hall and serenity fell upon me. I was back at beach, standing by the shore, searching for the answers I needed beyond the horizon. Cobalt glistened as the euphonium played the muffled depths of the sea. I placed a foot into the icy cold waters and then the other. I looked down at my feet, feeling the waves rushing against my skin. There on the surface of the water was a girl with swollen, weary eyes and a frown slapped right across her face. But beneath her blue reflection I saw a smile waiting to be unveiled. I lifted my head and gazed upon the vast sea of blue, which was bounded back only by our unwillingness to move ahead and go on with life. As I took a deep breath, a flurry of varied shades of blue circled me. But this time I was not caught up in the hurricane of colours and the sides of my lips tweaked into a smile.

All the instruments had stopped playing, leaving only the silver chimes to dot the midnight sky. I had found the answer I pursued among the blue. The lights in the concert hall slowly came on as the audience made their way out. It was then when I felt the dampness in my palm and remembered that we were supposed to keep our tickets until the end of the concert. The white paper in my hands was soaked with sky blue ink and in a darker blue was the word “memories”. It dawned upon me that when the old man had given me the paper, he was giving me a ticket to the key to my question. Blue had turned my unhappiness into a mere word on the ticket.

HAHA :D i love band.

copyrighted by chualiwen. LOL in case my teacher searches my compo on the net and thinks that i plagarised.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

what the strawberry. hahaha

my sitting position rocks man. chocolate you.

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Tuesday, January 15, 2008

hatred is the result of wounded love.

HAHA shows that I study ok.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

i miss telling 2B about every single thing about my obsession. HAHA.

i miss all the jokes we shared as a class about dogs and bio and oil and medicine and glass breaking. sheesh.

i miss all the iloveyous everyone tells me. because im just too hot.

i miss folding heartshaped straws and sitting at the back to be j&d's lightbulb.

i miss 2BBBBBBB/

but I'M GETTING TO LIKE MY CLASS NOW SMILE FOR ME MANN PEOPLE.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

i will never look at any prcs guy student the same way again.

especially my neighbour who took the same lift as me today.

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

im here to revive the cassandra-claimed-dead blog.

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i wish i was in 3C to watch that film. HAHA

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i'm so hot i evaporate blue whales. // holycow. s says:

im goin to do my class blogskin!

gosh.

♥Cassandra is jaded. says:

hahahaha

im worried for ur class too



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you may think from the convers that i post that i only have cass in my msn contacts.

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ok end. i really don't know what to post ok. don't force me.

Thursday, January 3, 2008

hm.

when i find the time to make a new blogskin.

until then. i shall use this sucky skin.

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

how does it feel to have a wacko for a son?
wonderful.

yea. the movie donniedarko is wonderful.

what else makes you feel regret?
that i did it again.
did it again?
*giggle* i flooded my school and i burnt up that pervert's house


i hope that when the world comes to an end, i can breathe a sigh of relief, becuase there would be so much to look forward to.