if you're not in nanyang you wont understand this, and dont google it out cos e results tend to become falsely demeaning. we're not doing what you google. (although i heard that the word 'dont' translates into a 'do without you knowing for most people' haha) anyway my points that herstory's becoming much more than just writing about 5 ladies from different eras with serious issues over their heads. tells us that managing ourselves pretty important.

im amused that cheronne's doing an email in "chatspeak" (said alena) and yingming's doing a narrative, and whats alena doing i havent asked! :) yo whatre you doing! and jass, a poem, i think. and im doing a diary entry of a gal in the 1800s, pride&pred era. so its like, we're all doing people from different walks of life, times, but all stuck in e same you-broke-my-heart-and-you-control-me era. quite interesting, really.

tiffany, e gertishes and i are gonna lose our exceptionality, or exclusiveness, as e only residents of the hill in roughly 2 days! was playing tennis-aka-catch-da-ball yesterday in e cul-de-sac and suddenly this couple strides up from god knows where, with an asian guy and angmoh girl on their heels. so tiff and i, standing pretty in our school uniforms, stood there ever so daoishly and stared at e girl. who obviously sensed it, and turned back and stood and stared back.

my maid later confirmed she's the girl that charlie said oh i'll invite you to come play with my daughter someday, she's very friendly blahblahblah. now its going to be a bit funny aka awkward given that tiff and i were rudely stare-glare at the four intruders. giggle. and somebody (grr) was testing their bang and olufsen sound stereo in the cul de sac. so this is the so famed consideration of singaporeans, blasting radio channels out at volume ten thousand in a closed neighbourhood.

i foresee that with the addition of two more families and more up-n-coming in e near future, tiffany, ryan and i are definitely going to lose our rights to having verbal barrages and digs at each other across the street. although i think we might have annoyed e gertishes with daily hey guess what i have concert tomorrow! and the returning oh good luck! or the ya free to play tennis? and the kind of why dont you come over so i can like smack you and oh when do you want to tour richard's house so i guess much of thats all going to end now and we'll have to use alexander graham bell's wunderfool invention, the phone. or mobile, at that.