Heyya!!!
Hi guys, i was just trying to think of a random topic when my bladder called to me... LOL!
Den i found my next RANDOM TOPIC to talk about!!! TOILETS!!! LOL?
Ever imagine walking into those fancy hotel toilets where everything is decorated nicely, there's music when you pee, the tap water is hand-sensor, and there's a powerful hand-dryer? Ever wondered who had so much time to do SO MUCH just for a TOILET?
And then we talk about those toilets that make you wanna run to the end of Australia and puke on a kangaroo. (Poor kangaroo...) Why are some people so STUPID? I mean, its a toilet. You FLUSH the toilet after using it. It's just PRESSING ONE STUPID BUTTON. Why can't you do such an easy thing?? I mean, seriously.
And these people never THINK, do they? I mean come on. It's a tap. Water comes out of it. What happens when you don't close the tap? The next person that comes into the toilet will have stinky, smelly, pee-scented socks and shoes for the rest of the day. Fine, you wanna give someone a bad day. WHY ME???
Comment whatever you like in the cbox or the actual "COMMENT" spot which no one ever uses.
Ciao~
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
=DD
HEYY guys!! Wassup!! I have nothing better to do!!
I guess you guys found this blog thru my OTHER blog..=D
well, i'll start filling it with RANDOM CRAP,
and if you REALLY ever get REALLY BORED,
come visit this blog and it'll make you............................................................EVEN MORE BORED!!! xDD
I'll just start wif the 1st post... I'll be talking about what EVERYONE hates..... EXAMS!! >.<
I really wonder who was the smart ass who created EXAMS. They probably had nothing better to do than decide to TEST people on how much they know.
Exams nowadays are becoming nothing less than useless memorizing that anyone can do and score an "A" without even understanding why you're right or wrong.
Exams should be unexpected, like POP QUIZZES, then it'll REALLY test the knowledge and attentiveness in class. Though if they changed exams for the better, many people, (including me), would probably FAIL their exams. =O
WHO CARES.
Anyways, back on the topic of exams.... I'll be asking some really crappy questions about the post, give me your opinion in the CHATTY-CHATTY BOX, or leave a COMMENT about the questions, KAY?? =DD
Who LIKES exams???
What's your FAVOURITE subject in the exams which you ALWAYS DO NOT HAVE TO STUDY!!???
What do you DO when you're done with your test paper and waiting for time to run out???!
Do you know ANYONE that has CHEATED in an exam before?? Huh?? (I KNOW YOU CHEATED BEFORE!!!)
HOW did that person cheat???
Was that person PUNISHED and HOW was he/she punished???
That about wraps things up, see you guys next time for MORE CRAP!!! xDD
I guess you guys found this blog thru my OTHER blog..=D
well, i'll start filling it with RANDOM CRAP,
and if you REALLY ever get REALLY BORED,
come visit this blog and it'll make you............................................................EVEN MORE BORED!!! xDD
I'll just start wif the 1st post... I'll be talking about what EVERYONE hates..... EXAMS!! >.<
I really wonder who was the smart ass who created EXAMS. They probably had nothing better to do than decide to TEST people on how much they know.
Exams nowadays are becoming nothing less than useless memorizing that anyone can do and score an "A" without even understanding why you're right or wrong.
Exams should be unexpected, like POP QUIZZES, then it'll REALLY test the knowledge and attentiveness in class. Though if they changed exams for the better, many people, (including me), would probably FAIL their exams. =O
WHO CARES.
Anyways, back on the topic of exams.... I'll be asking some really crappy questions about the post, give me your opinion in the CHATTY-CHATTY BOX, or leave a COMMENT about the questions, KAY?? =DD
Who LIKES exams???
What's your FAVOURITE subject in the exams which you ALWAYS DO NOT HAVE TO STUDY!!???
What do you DO when you're done with your test paper and waiting for time to run out???!
Do you know ANYONE that has CHEATED in an exam before?? Huh?? (I KNOW YOU CHEATED BEFORE!!!)
HOW did that person cheat???
Was that person PUNISHED and HOW was he/she punished???
That about wraps things up, see you guys next time for MORE CRAP!!! xDD
Friday, August 21, 2009
Quotes #1
- Silence is absolute-
-You can't go far, but you can always go green.-
-Cherish yesterday, dream tomorrow, live today.-
- Life has many ups and downs, but the downs hurt
so much, its impossible to cherish the ups................-
Friday, July 10, 2009
Seasonal Changes
Title:Seasonal Changes
Written by: Lyanne Low
Oh, how unique,
This planet is in many ways,
Natural views and scenary,
Special in every way.
Spring, when all the flowers bloom,
And kids come out to play,
The sun shines ever-so brightly,
With it's brilliant yellow rays.
And spring is the time,
When sweet flowers bloom,
With freshness in the air,
And in the distance, can be heard a calling,
Sweet song-birds sing their praises to Mother Earth.
Months later, summer comes to visit,
Where cool fresh air is replaced by hot sunny weather,
Visits by the beach on hot dry days,
With ice-cool lemonade,
And sweet-sour cool drinks,
Ah... Summer's a time to cool down,
Time to relax!
Autumn, also known as fall,
Comes along with brilliantly warm colours,
The colours on the leaves represent and remind us,
About the Earth's natural beauty, and seasonal changes.
Brown, red, orange, yellow,
Heart-warming colours that prepare us for winter,
Breezes of cool air breathe on fallen leaves,
And soon, the freezing chill shall come.
Winter is here, with ice and snow,
Once gentle and graceful willow trees are frozen up in frost,
Sheen transparent ice covers frozen ponds and lakes,
Reflecting it like glass, crystal and sheer diamond.
Days go by, and the weather gets warmer,
Ice and snow melt and return to water.
Spring is arriving once more with warmer air,
These are our seasonal changes,
Differences in the world.
Written by: Lyanne Low
Oh, how unique,
This planet is in many ways,
Natural views and scenary,
Special in every way.
Spring, when all the flowers bloom,
And kids come out to play,
The sun shines ever-so brightly,
With it's brilliant yellow rays.
And spring is the time,
When sweet flowers bloom,
With freshness in the air,
And in the distance, can be heard a calling,
Sweet song-birds sing their praises to Mother Earth.
Months later, summer comes to visit,
Where cool fresh air is replaced by hot sunny weather,
Visits by the beach on hot dry days,
With ice-cool lemonade,
And sweet-sour cool drinks,
Ah... Summer's a time to cool down,
Time to relax!
Autumn, also known as fall,
Comes along with brilliantly warm colours,
The colours on the leaves represent and remind us,
About the Earth's natural beauty, and seasonal changes.
Brown, red, orange, yellow,
Heart-warming colours that prepare us for winter,
Breezes of cool air breathe on fallen leaves,
And soon, the freezing chill shall come.
Winter is here, with ice and snow,
Once gentle and graceful willow trees are frozen up in frost,
Sheen transparent ice covers frozen ponds and lakes,
Reflecting it like glass, crystal and sheer diamond.
Days go by, and the weather gets warmer,
Ice and snow melt and return to water.
Spring is arriving once more with warmer air,
These are our seasonal changes,
Differences in the world.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Views of Life
Title:Views Of Life
Written By:Lyanne Low
Inspiration from "The Best Things In Life" by Ng Shi Hui.
It's a sweet silent night,
As I take my first step out of that rosewood-made door.
Starring up into the bright starry sky,
The stars seem to be blinking to me,
As many thoughts run through my mind....
I walk over by the garden bench,
The old wooden bench left over all these year
With a few cobwebs here and there, and thin, pale-coloured vines,
Curling all around.
Sniffing and smelling the sweet and pleasant-scenting flowers,
Yellow daffodils, red roses, and pink tipped-tulips....
A turn and I see a piece of beautiful artwork,making me wonder if I'm in dreamland...
A crystal and marble made fountain, decorated with chips of diamond and glass,
And as the teardrop-shaped water droplets splash about, it seems as if I'm watching dancing ice..
A royal scene indeed, as the centerpiece of the garden.
Deeper shall I walk into this garden of mysteries, palace of secrets, road with no endings.
Marble white arches, polished to shine,
With vines of green climbing and flowers of white.
Lush green bushes and hedges of evergreen.
And poking out the blue-green and mint-coloured leaves,
Are white tipped flowers, or yellow and red petals.
And as I look afar into the distance,
I see a dark, blood-coloured ball, orange and pale yellow at the edges,
Rising above the icy white peaks of the lush green mountains.
And in the distance, a bird-calling can be heard,
And soon the source comes into sight,
A bright red-breasted robin,
Sweetly singing a soft melody in the pale blue sky...
And soon, I see statues made of marble, gold, silver and bronze,
With rubies, diamonds, crystals, emeralds, sapphires and every precious jewel you could think of,
Along with lacy intricate designs and patterns decorating the bases and statues,
And suddenly,
As I stop in surprise, and sit up in bed, I realize, I was in wonderland, and it was all just a dream.
Written By:Lyanne Low
Inspiration from "The Best Things In Life" by Ng Shi Hui.
It's a sweet silent night,
As I take my first step out of that rosewood-made door.
Starring up into the bright starry sky,
The stars seem to be blinking to me,
As many thoughts run through my mind....
I walk over by the garden bench,
The old wooden bench left over all these year
With a few cobwebs here and there, and thin, pale-coloured vines,
Curling all around.
Sniffing and smelling the sweet and pleasant-scenting flowers,
Yellow daffodils, red roses, and pink tipped-tulips....
A turn and I see a piece of beautiful artwork,making me wonder if I'm in dreamland...
A crystal and marble made fountain, decorated with chips of diamond and glass,
And as the teardrop-shaped water droplets splash about, it seems as if I'm watching dancing ice..
A royal scene indeed, as the centerpiece of the garden.
Deeper shall I walk into this garden of mysteries, palace of secrets, road with no endings.
Marble white arches, polished to shine,
With vines of green climbing and flowers of white.
Lush green bushes and hedges of evergreen.
And poking out the blue-green and mint-coloured leaves,
Are white tipped flowers, or yellow and red petals.
And as I look afar into the distance,
I see a dark, blood-coloured ball, orange and pale yellow at the edges,
Rising above the icy white peaks of the lush green mountains.
And in the distance, a bird-calling can be heard,
And soon the source comes into sight,
A bright red-breasted robin,
Sweetly singing a soft melody in the pale blue sky...
And soon, I see statues made of marble, gold, silver and bronze,
With rubies, diamonds, crystals, emeralds, sapphires and every precious jewel you could think of,
Along with lacy intricate designs and patterns decorating the bases and statues,
And suddenly,
As I stop in surprise, and sit up in bed, I realize, I was in wonderland, and it was all just a dream.
Doubt
Title:Doubt
Written by: Lyanne Low
With all but doubt,
We live our lives.
Being insulted, infuriated,
It's unbearable...
The doubts and thoughts,
Are all weaving intricate webs in my mind.
I don't know who to trust,
What to believe,
Confusion is senile.
In this crazy and unknowing world,
No one can fully place trust in anything or anyone,
'Cause its full of lies and betrayal.
Doubting and hesitation is necessary and natural,
Living in this unfair world.
And though I walk through this disturbing place,
This road of nothing but cold, black hardness,
I hope that one day, when all doubts, troubles and problems are gone,
I'll see the bright light at the end of the tunnel, leading my way,
The bright light that shines and disintegrates all doubts.
Written by: Lyanne Low
With all but doubt,
We live our lives.
Being insulted, infuriated,
It's unbearable...
The doubts and thoughts,
Are all weaving intricate webs in my mind.
I don't know who to trust,
What to believe,
Confusion is senile.
In this crazy and unknowing world,
No one can fully place trust in anything or anyone,
'Cause its full of lies and betrayal.
Doubting and hesitation is necessary and natural,
Living in this unfair world.
And though I walk through this disturbing place,
This road of nothing but cold, black hardness,
I hope that one day, when all doubts, troubles and problems are gone,
I'll see the bright light at the end of the tunnel, leading my way,
The bright light that shines and disintegrates all doubts.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Sorrow
Sorrow is a feeling,
That is drenched with disappointment,
It rarely appears to some,
But its deep inside every heart.
Sorrow has a depth,
A depth that cannot be estimated,
Nor can it be seen,
With the eyes of joy, that can't understand pain.
Sorrow is always there,
Lurking in the hearts of those who experience suffering,
It plunges the heart deep into never-ending depths,
And causes much misery.
Sorrow is but a breeze to those who feel nothing,
But those who often feel it understand the pain,
Of the feeling of sorrow,
It sheds tears and sounds moans.
Sorrow is a feeling that must be endured,
A feeling that must be conquered,
And if the wound is deepened, its hard to save,
Until a light at the end of the long,dark tunnel is seen,
The last flicker of hope.
That is drenched with disappointment,
It rarely appears to some,
But its deep inside every heart.
Sorrow has a depth,
A depth that cannot be estimated,
Nor can it be seen,
With the eyes of joy, that can't understand pain.
Sorrow is always there,
Lurking in the hearts of those who experience suffering,
It plunges the heart deep into never-ending depths,
And causes much misery.
Sorrow is but a breeze to those who feel nothing,
But those who often feel it understand the pain,
Of the feeling of sorrow,
It sheds tears and sounds moans.
Sorrow is a feeling that must be endured,
A feeling that must be conquered,
And if the wound is deepened, its hard to save,
Until a light at the end of the long,dark tunnel is seen,
The last flicker of hope.
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