Monday, August 22, 2005

Oops...

Oops...that's 12 comments.
And Brian, you just don't have any sense of humour (*Note: this may have something to do with the fact that I tried chatting with you, but you never replied [yesterday]*).

Baibai

"No trees were killed in the posting of this post. However a large number of electrons were terribly inconvenienced"

WOW!

WOW!






(had to let that sink in)
I've never had 11 comments! Well, now that I have, I felt that I need to post another post(?) so that you have more 'space' to post comments.
Sophia, that was good! Hahahaha. And you're right...(hope you read that; cannot say anything else). ;) :)
Iris and Shimona, Tamar has no clue how to do anything, and neither do I. So I'll guess I'll just have to survive without a shoutbox. Except if my dear cousin can help me... :)

Anyway, I've been at home since 2.30pm. It is now 4.30pm and I have done no work at all! So see you guys!
And yes, leave comments, but not too many (hint for Priscilla; and like Sophia says: I don't hate you...) :)

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

PSPS

Shimona, I have no idea how to get a shoutbox. Sorry. But leave comments anyway :).

And cute picture, by the way. Who's the girl with you in the photo?

Hahaha

Hahaha. Well you know ladidaa, I've already sort of joined your side. I mean, the thrill I feel when I see that I have 7 comments is extreme, and so every time I publish another post, I do it with the positive prospect of many comments to come!
Then again, I'm not a very regular blogger. Oh well. I'll try to say something once in a while. Maybe if I finally improve my time management skills, I'll be dropping by here more often. Who knows what can happen. However, with my final year of school ahead of me, that might not be the case. Just leave comments anyway.

Should go now. Homework. Remember: comments.... :)

PS: Priscilla, I don't hate you. And leave as many comments as you want. :)

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

A Favour for ladidaa...

Do you never do anything, or why does your name sound like you're bored to death? (Just a question that kindly 'invites' you to leave another comment. heheheh...)

Because Sophia (yes, I know who you are :)) asked me to talk about my day, I'll talk about my day (belive it or not...).

What did I do today (which is now 4 days ago; I am describing August 1, which by chance happens to be Switzerland's National Day)? Well, I was brutally woken up from the sweetest dream ever by the sound of bulldozers. I thought it was Tamar snoring, when I realised it was coming from outside our window. I opened the window, and a gush of freezing wind rushed towards me. I saw our neighbour (who is a mean horrible witch who claims not to know us) in a bright yellow bulldozer, dressed only in her nightie and a wigwam (Tamar only put in this word because she thinks it's cool), and cutting down our beautiful front garden trees. All four of them were already...gone. Cut up, bleeding like a dead rabbit (Tamar objects to this wording and is now crying, but I'll leave it because it's a very appropriate description and will make you do what I want you to do: pity us!!!). The last tree she was cutting down groaned and slowly (and very noisily) fell onto our roof. Subsequently, there was a big hole, and 5 very angry people wanting to seriously harm our neighbour (dressed in a wigwam - had to add this for Tamar); aren't I a nice older sister!). However, we are nice neighbours and didn't harm her. Instead, we visited a animal park to calm our nerves. Sadly, the day didn't any better. Tamar was repeatedly attacked by a vicious lama (which she was feeding - how thankful animals are these days!!!). Still emotionally scarred and unstable, I moaned and goaned until we finally left the park (I don't have much compassion left for animals that hurt my poor sister - how dearly I do love her!!! *NOTE: If you haven't noticed the sarcasm in my 'voice,' go back and read between the lines). Tired, we returned home, where a shocking new development awaited us...

And to keep the suspense this thrilling, we (Tamar and I) shall now leave you. We'll be boarding our plane bound for Singapore in a few hours, and so, to give you something to read during this time we're not reacheable, we'll post this thing.

'Till next time...