#vanessa;
the average goddess,

the compulsive shopaholic,

the absentminded ditz,

and just a little insane.

240788-->leo;
ex-IJTP.4/nine2004;
cjc.1T05;
swimmer; drama mama; councillor;
laugh_out_loud247[at]hotmail[dot]com;

# resolutions;
1. participate more actively in CYF/Mustard Seed.
2. participate more in CCAs.
3. be a better older sister.
4. be a better daughter for once.
5. get good grades and maintain them.
6. listen, not talk. (this applies to class too!)
7. have a journal/diary.
8. be a friend to everyone.
9. remember important dates.
10. stay happy, even when the tears fall. :)

# linkage;
pinkstilettos;
temporary insanity;
guestbook;
poetry;


angels`
-friends

4/nine.
chij.
alyssa.
angie.
benjamin.
bernie.
bert.
brendan.
carol.
carol n.
charles.
cheryl.
chris.
corinne.
dalun.
darren.
elsa.
erika.
gen.
joachim.
jolene.
judette.
kimberly.
lester.
nat.
qibing.
roxy.
sam.
sean.
seb.
sheryl.
stephi.

-snaps
[Carolling]
[Dinner&Dance]
[CJC]
[Chinese New Year]
[Poetry]
[Misc]
[Sentosa]
[Thanksgiving Mass]
[The Rockafellaskank]
[CYF Camp]
[T8 Orientation]
[31st March]
[Elects Camp]
[Discover! Camp]

-thanks
blogger;cursor;angelfire; photobucket;music;

-memories
July 2003; August 2003; September 2003; October 2003; November 2003; December 2003; January 2004; February 2004; March 2004; April 2004; May 2004; June 2004; July 2004; August 2004; October 2004; November 2004; December 2004; January 2005; February 2005; March 2005; May 2005; June 2005;

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Sunday, February 29, 2004
and a friend's a friend forever, if the Lord's the Lord of them. and a friend will not say never, 'cause the welcome will not end.

bitchfest: my family of fellow bitches! haha. well, what can i say? i've known some of you since sec1 (abish, carol, nat), some since primary school (stephi!) and some only last year (tasha, chris) but it's been a year since we've gotten to know each other much better and i'm grateful that you've all been there for me when i was down and out. it's almost depressing that our last year in IJ will see us all studying and studying and mugging away, and all those times we had in 3/9 last year with all the shouting and slacking and laughing will be just a memory (haha i'm going to make you ALL cry!) but i'm definitely not going to forget any of you! nat's fiction, stephi's quirky quotes, chris' ranting, carol's horny-ness, abish's fudge brownies, tasha's princess lifestyle... little things that i appreciate from all of you and that are special to me. nat, thanks for always listening to my repetitive lamenting and for just screwing my head on tight. -hugsyoutight- i don't know what i'd have done without you last year. and even if we don't agree on things, like you told me before, know that i love you and i always will. =) carol+chris, you two and your market auntie voices! haha. definitely the loudest friends i've ever made and i'm thankful 'cause your hearts are as big as those voices. am so glad to have gotten to know carol better, and that chris still gave our friendship a shot even though she'd heard many things about me in sec1 and 2. =) thanks so much for everything. -mucho hugs- tasha+stephi+abish: only got to know tasha better somewhere mid last year and i guess we clicked well since we're both equally lame. haha! but i'm thankful i didn't miss out in getting to know a diva like you! remember i love you, yes, princess?! haha. =) and stephi, the sweeetie* who had her hair rebonded together with me! can still remember how we were sms-ing in the salon 'cause we were seated far apart. likewise, even if we're far apart in future, you'll always be in my heart! -manyhugs!- abish, you're just always there to add some cheer, and you always seem to know just the right thing to say to brighten up an otherwise bleak day. x) -hugss!- myBITCHES! as we go on, we remember, all the times we had together. and as our lives change, come whatever, we will still be friends forever.

just felt like writing a little something for the bitchfest family. haha. =) more later for everyoneee! x) anyway! today's been fine so far. note the "so far"! had emath tuition which wasn't too bad, 'cept that the teacher told us we were going to have a test next week. whooooopeee. another test to end (or start?) the week. yeeeesh. =/ i'm going to study real hard for this chinese test, cause i wanna get an A if only to see that i actually *can*. going to 'PING!' for this one! haha. =) and i'm going to be a good girl for once and do my assignments and start revision on my physics. only got a 55/100 for my last test so i'm going to have to improve at least 10 marks. -starts singing- we will get there... haha. lameness has infected my brain. OHH. and my mum wants me to take up amath tuition again. -distressed- i suppose the only good that'll come out of it is that i'll be able to rub it in that stupid woman's face when i actually pass. -harumphs!- hahaha. IGNORE ME.

The Ballad of Charlotte Dymond. -- Charles Causley
It was a Sunday evening
And in the April rain
That Charlotte went from our house,
And never came home again.

Her shawl of diamond redcloth,
She wore a yellow gown,
She carried a green gauze handkerchief
She bought in Bodmin town.

About her throat her necklace
And in her purse her pride
As she walked out one evening
Her lover at her side.

Out beyond the marshes
Where the cattle stand,
With her crippled lover
Limping at her hand.

Charlotte walked with Matthew
Through the Sunday mist,
Never saw the razor
Waiting at his wrist.

Charlotte she was gentle
But they found her in the flood
Her Sunday beads among the reeds
Beaming with her blood.

Matthew, where is Charlotte
and wherefore has she flown?
For you walked out together
And now are come alone.

Why do you not answer,
Stand silent as a tree,
Your Sunday woollen stockings
All muddied to the knee?

Why do you mend your breast-pleat
With a rusty needle's thread
And fall with fears and silent tears
Upon your single bed?

Why do you sit so sadly
Your face the colour of clay
And with a green gauze handkerchief
Wipe the sour sweat away?

Has she gone to Blisland
To seek an easier place,
And is that why your eye won't dry
And blinds your bleaching face?

"Take me home!" cried Charlotte,
"I lie here in the pit!
A red rock rests upon my breasts,
And my naked neck is split!"

Her skin was soft as sable,
Her eyes were wide as day,
Her head was blacker than the bog
That licked her life away.

Her cheeks were made of honey,
Her throat was made of flame
Where all around the razor
Had written its red name.

As Matthew turned at Plymouth
About the tilting Hoe,
The cold and cunning Constable
Up to him did go:

"I've come to take you, Matthew,
Unto the Magistrate's door.
Come quiet now, you pretty poor boy.
And you must know what for."

"She is pure," cried Matthew,
"As is the early dew,
Her only stain it is the pain
that round her neck i drew!"

"She is guiltless as the day
She sprang forth from her mother.
The only sin upon her skin
Is that she loved another..."

They took him off to Bodmin,
They pulled the prison bell,
They sent him smartly up to Heaven
And dropped him down to Hell.

All through the granite kingdom
And on its travelling airs
Ask which of these two lovers
The most deserves your prayers.

And your steel heart search, Stranger,
That you may pause and pray
For lovers who come not to bed
Upon their wedding day.

But lie upon the moorland
Where stands the sacred snow
Above the breathing river,
And the salt sea-winds go.


(Charlotte Dymond, a domestic servant aged 18, was murdered near Rowtor Fortd on Bodmin Moor on Sunday April 14th 1844 by her young man, a crippled farm-worker, Matthew Weeks, 22. A stone marks the spot. Matthew was later hung.)

and though it's hard to let you go, in the Father's hands we know, that a lifetime's not too long to live as friends.

she smiled
at 2:15 PM


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