codename: PUDDING. i declare that from now on, the subject we are referring to will be called pudding just to irritate bell. yes.

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bell is so sweet!! i loved your post. ah yes see what they mean when they say good friends last for a long time. melts into puddle and goes into sentimental memories. next time when bell gets married (first) and lichen goes scouting lustily after a mate we will um be the best man/woman and um mel can wear a pink frock and be the FLOWERGIRL. i laugh.

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ah yes econs lesson. i have a feeling that reeves is trying to like comfort me after the oh so wonderful and amazing 9/25 econs mark. BEHOLD LIQI'S GREAT DEPRESSION WHICH HAPPENED IN 1991-1992. i sulk in disgust. they should print numbers bigger 1991 looked like 1919 ): AND LICHEN YOU KNOW I STILL HATE YOU FOR NOT OPENING YOUR EYES WIDE ENOUGH AND HAVING THE GUTS TO SAY IT WAS AN EXCELLENT ESSAY. still feels sore about it, i weep. okay but it's alright all you darlings we will like BEAT EVERYONE AFTER THE FIRST TEST. competitive and immensely brave look. and remember never EVER start an essay with: the substitution effect and income effect are lead about by a change in price. like omg. lead. what happened to SPELLCHECK. anyway i must say i have the greatest mention in style counsel. whacks self on head and kills lichen just for fun.

anyway he made a nice big fuss over a little diagram and i must say even this little attention seeker was slightly disturbed . BUT THEN AGAIN. good teaching technique to learn folks. when i become education ministress i will be sure to like employ these nice encouraging methods.

show off time.

I THINK CHINESE LIT TEST WAS GREAT. beams happily. I MIGHT JUST GET AMAZING MARKS FOR IT.

end of show off.

main point of entry. another cool over used poem to express my love <3 koped from mac's lecture cos i realised i STILL LOVE THE POEM.

HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

W.B. Yeats

oh man. okay this is where the wise liqi steps in such that this whole entry sounds kinda dr hydish. aren't you guys glad we have gone through 2 years together and we still have TWO YEARS MORE TO GO. and even though we don't really live in each other's pockets all the time (THANK GOODNESS IMAGINE LIVING WITH LICHEN) at least we know that when we fall there's someone here to catch us. and hence being lit students, WE WILL END WITH A QUOTE. everyone has a story to tell, and mine includes you <3 AWWWWW.

Stories are interlaced like reeds in a woven mat. They co-exist, become entwined in time and space. All journeys occur silmultaneously and sometimes we can sense this, like looking through a peephole, or by a trick of light.What do the stars leave in their wake when they sail through the night? An echo? Or something more, perhaps - an invisible string linking events and people together. Is this how messages are carried across the sky, from one land to the next? Moments may contain a lifetime and carry us into the next. All travels have secret destinations we only become aware of years later. We must learn to be utterly ourselves, to follow our own deep dreams. We're disappointing powerful forces and ourselves if we ignore this calling. We live lies, half-truths, half-lives. Nature craves diversity, not conformity. This is how we move forward, expand with the universe, and how we find our way back home.Life isn't a prelude to something bigger. There is no prelude. Just life itself, right here.

for all of you (: and to mel: DON'T WORRY SOMETHING WILL WORK OUT. and um we could always help you with menial labour. and to cat our songbird GOOD LUCK WITH CHORALE CONCERT. keep singing for the joy music and the passions and friendships cos you know we love your voice and we hate roly poly and WE LOVE YOU. yes yes.

and on an uncool note. CHINESE ESSAY KENA SAI. i WILL WRITE A MILLION WORDS AND OWN EVERYONE. oh dear horrible language. correction. i will write a million words and TOP THE CLASS. oh my little dream (:

<3 lickie peh

Each hung bell's bow was reightarded