and those days are long gone.

Those days are long gone
Where we could just be ourselves
and not care about lost letters and carved faces
where we could sing songs,
about how those days were long gone.

A jagged pulse runs through my body
I'm lacking what i need the most
because these days are coming to a close,
i write to remember.

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So you think i wouldnt bake eh?!



work it, work that dough,
work it work that dough Mel,
work it, yeah work it,
work it till it EXPLODE!


just hanging out at the lees'

Luki had itchy fingers and started fiddlin' with everything within a metre of himself, and chanced on a packet of magic 'chocolate' straws. The wrapper with cows dancing on it claimed that when you put the straw in a glass of cold normal milk and suck on it, it'll taste like chocolate milk. Cost quite a bit for three chocolate straws. So since we were waiting for the cupcakes to finish rising in the oven, decided to experiment a teeny bit.

After the 'communal' sharing of the straw, it was decided that the tiny chocolate balls in the straw would slowly melt and seep through one side of the partially permeable straw, only to be sucked back in by the user. thus, the milk never turns brown. XD

As jennifer said 'Why not just buy chocolate milk?!'

I have to admit, it makes a lot more sense. This statement sparked off a whole round of debate, centred by Lucy's argument that it's for 'entertainment's sake'. And ended with nicholas trying to trick luki, that feeding chocolate to cows make them produce chocolate milk. And luki believed him. for a little while, anyway.

STILL.
hard to believe he got thirteen points for O's a few years back.

Like Kor Jie, Like Kor Di. both ardent camwhores, you see.

Herb potatoes to dry!!

Ice ice baby! Making icing, pink for girls, and blue for the boys.

Celebrated nick's birthday. I was telling uncle william how to work my camera when he snapped. so the shot ended up like that -_-"

we're a fun group.

evening consisted of us exchanging out most embarrasing moments with each other. Jennifer recounted an incident where she accidently massaged a guy in the swimming pool, thinking it was uncle william, but turns out it wasnt. then it was mark and his whole 'bamboo juice'. Daniel yawning very loudly during a range-shooting lecture during the army, and getting his whole unit into deep crud.

Alot of ice-shoving in the back, reminded me of the time we were at sarah g's birthday partay and we had the ice fight for a full hour. HAHA.

Next day the youths were in charge of the little kiddies. I am not good with children at all, so i just milled around snapping a few pictures and making sure christopher didnt sneak of with a dollop of blue icing on his finger.

Angel is really artistic. Angel! no kidding!!

We had a slight dilemma at first when everyone wanted blue icing, including the girls. But some of the boys picked PINK! when we asked them. SO problem solved XD

The job of shuffling kids around proved to be to 'childish' and not macho enough for the likes of Mark and Kelly. haha.

Awwww janice is so cute. But rather slow. She takes forever to choose her sprinkles colour and ends up spilling them all over the carpeted floor.whoever's blurred face is behind her looks quite horrid tho.

i made the the half blue, half pink one with the heart on it XD and the other heart one, and the smiley face. Jen blatantly refused to praise my absolute works of art and chose to magnify the 'ugliness' of her one, calling it SPRINKLES OF LOVE. its the middle one on the first column. -_-"

Ate the rest of the icing after the presentation.

Today dwindled around the edges of ponning band, leavin for band early but ended up going anyway and leaving slightly late. what is wrong with us?! why can't we be like hardcore sec fours of the previous times, Ponning every chance we get? As marilyn says it, the only one who has an ounce of courage in her being[and is lacking what us humans have, which is a guilty conscience.], we are too chicken and blah. Which is true.

I suppose we just tend to have a voice that screams louder at the back of our head, unlike the rest.

It was still horrible. Argh why can't i just do my own damn frills without him coming up to me and telling me what to freaking do? It seems like everything i do, or add is simply wrong. Hi-hat not 'swingy-laid-back' enough, always never loud, tempo always off. All in all, his interruption which comes every five seconds lables me a terrible player. and ends with him strutting to the back of the music room to do some fancy roll on the entire kit without even breaking a sweat and asking me to follow him.

And some of his rolls totally SUCK. not only me okay, lots of people think so.

I miss the old Dhoom so much. It was a hell more fun to play, without some middle-aged fogey inventing up structured and messy scores for us to grapple with.

This is why i loathe going for band when we play dhoom. Hopefully i'll improve according to his 'standards' soon, or i'll be so bad he'll just end up playing the set for himself on the day. I can barely imagine being in the front of nine hundred people on 25th July and totally embarrasing myself with some half-baked drumbeats.

DEPRESSING.

Lizzeh oh lizzeh, it appears i need that sleepover rather badly.

and did you get your tee shirts??