A nun asked her class to write notes to God. Here are some of the notes the children handed in:

Dear God: I didn't think orange went with purple until I saw the sunset You made on Tuesday. That was cool.
Dear God: Instead of letting people die and having to make new ones, why don't You just keep the ones You have?
Dear God: Maybe Cain and Abel would not have killed each other so much if they had their own rooms. That's what my Mom did for me and my brother
Dear God: If You watch me in church on Sunday, I'll show You my new shoes.
Dear God: I bet it is very hard for You to love all of everybody in the whole world. There are only 4 people in our family and I'm having a hard time loving all of them.
Dear God: Are You really invisible or is it just a trick?
Dear God: Is it true my father won't get in Heaven if he uses his bowling words in the house?
Dear God: Did You mean for the Giraffe to look like that or was it an accident?
Dear God: Who draws the lines around the countries?
Dear God: Did You really mean "do unto others as they do unto you"? Because if You did, then I'm going to get my brother good.
Dear God: Please send me a pony. I never asked for anything before. You can look it up.
Dear God: You don't have to worry about me; I always look both ways.
Dear God: Of all the people who work for You I like Noah and David the best.
Dear God: I would like to live 900 years just like the guy in the Bible.
Dear God: We read Thomas Edison made light. But in Sunday school they said You did it. So, I bet he stole Your idea.

hah! got skin changed and tag board is up. new window pops up when something's posted on it is still in red and black. rather nice so i don't intend to change it anytime soon. might do some more stuff on the html but will have to see first lah.

rather busy. lit, geog and PoA all due on friday. dunno if have time to blog, got lots of things to say though. ok, have to go now...

finally got ard to asking clarissa to fix my blog. looks really weird now, she couldn't get the font or the script colour to change so will just have to get new skin. again. will update after.

A COPPER Dragon Lies Beneath!

I took the Inner Dragon online quiz and found out I am a Copper Dragon on the inside. My Inner Dragon is the mighty warrior of dragon-kind. It's just that simple. Coppers show up when someone's about to die. Coppers don't mess around, and they don't play evil games like Red Dragons. They don't bother with magic, like Gold Dragons. They exist for a purpose, and they serve it well.



But what sort of a dragon would I be if that really was the whole story? I also like to stomp my enemies, start the occasional war, and spend lazy hours preening my battle aura. My favorable attributes are strength, physical abilities, thriftiness, warmth, and longevity in battle. Just in case some puny human (or conniving Red Dragon) thinks they can get the drop on me, I've got a concealed breath weapon - gigantic masses of Fire. Hey, it's the tried and true way to cook a cow in 0.75 seconds.

crap, trying to change the layout but the thing won't change!? the html i have on my template is not the one you are looking at right now! what the hell. am getting clarissa to do it for me. goin to add a counter, tag board and a cute shout out thing at the end of every entry. you know, the usual every teenager has. then again, am i normal? do you know many teenagers who have content in their blogs like mine, likes gameing, reads neil gaiman, wants to have blue hair and does not have a wallet the size/weight of a brick?

ok, had PE today, feel disgustingly sticky. have to go bathe and eat dinner. gotta be in church by 5 then having church visiting. let's hope i last the night.

mum suggested that i go out for a morning walk ard the blk. so, walked in the opposite direction i usually do (the bus-stop). have just realised that i've never been there before. how odd, i've been living here for 13 years, it's a relatively small neighbourhood and i don't notice the pple diagonally across the road grow nothing but ferns?

the people i saw were mostly maids, grandmas, joggers... now i know why they come out in the morning. the air's... different. cleaner, cooler and much less humid. really quite pleasent. never noticed this before as have always been holed up in class/band/bed room during these hours.

oh yes, just a note. the time on my blog entries are correct. i really did post at 3 in the morning and it's abt 9 right now. heh heh.

just discovered that there's homework posted on the net. fantastic, 5 damn pages of it as well. it's nearly 3 and im just getting through my bio work. planning to stay up the whole night to get through just my humanity's work. leaving math and poa for tmr when jen and steph come over. hopefully will finish science and heck, sod chinese (if there's any).

not in any condition to write anything readable right now. mind swirling with facts on nutrition. damn bio essay. trying to say how peanut butter sandwiches don't make a well-balanced diet. ok, will perhaps blog again later. so i leave ya'll with more stuff from my folder...

The Good, Bad, Worse...
Bad: Your wife wants a divorce.
Worse: She's a lawyer.

Good: The postman's early.
Bad: He's wearing camos and has an AK-47.

Good: You go to see a strip show.
Bad: Your daughter's the headliner.
Worse: Your wife is on next.

Good: Your husband's exercising.
Bad: So he'll fit in your clothes.
Worse: And he looks better in them than you do.

Good: Your child's "waiting for Mr. Right".
Bad: Your son that is.

Good: Your neighbour exercises in the nude.
Bad: She weighs 350 pounds.

Good: Your wife meets you at the door nude.
Bad: She's coming home.

Good: Your daughter's on the Pill.
Bad: She's eleven.

Distant Hills
The distant hills call to me.
Their rolling waves seduce my heart.
Oh, how I want to graze in their lush valleys.
Oh, how I want to run down their green slopes.
Alas, I cannot.
Damn the electric fence.
Damn the electric fence.
Thank You.
(Cow Poetry)

If someone has a mid-life crisis while playing hide & seek, does he automatically lose because he can't find himself?

If, instead of talking to your plants, you yelled at them, would they still grow, only to be troubled and insecure?

When sign makers go on strike, is anything written on their picket signs?

Why do they report power outages on TV?

Why do they call it a TV set when you only get one?

Why is it called a "building" when it is already built?

In the bookstore the other day, I saw a book entitled "Sex for Dummies"... Why would someone want to teach dumb people how to reproduce? Aren't there enough of them alive already?

You know how most packages say "Open here". What is the protocol if the package says, "Open somewhere else"?

If you have your finger touching the rear-view mirror that says -- "objects in mirror are closer than they appear", how can that be possible?

Why is it when two planes almost hit each other it is called a "near miss"? Shouldn't it be called a "near hit"?

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