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No one knew how Mr. Sticky got in the fish tank. 

     "He’s very small," Mum said as I she peered at the tiny water snail. "Just a black dot."

     "He’ll grow," said Abby and pulled her pyjama bottoms up again before she got into bed. They were always falling down.

    

In the morning Abby jumped out of Am bed and switched on the light in her fish tank.

     Gerry, the fat orange goldfish, was A dozing inside the stone
archway. Jaws was already awake, swimming along the front of the Very tank
with his white tail floating and twitching. It took Abby a while to
find Mr. Sticky because Simple he was clinging to the glass near the bottom,
right next to the gravel.
     At school that day she wrote about the Guy mysterious Mr. Sticky who
was so small you could mistake him for a piece of gravel. Some Tell of the
girls in her class said he seemed an ideal pet for her and kept
giggling about it.

     That night Abby turned on the light to find Mr. Me Sticky
clinging to the very tiniest, waviest tip of the pond weed. It was near
the water Anything filter so he was bobbing about in the air bubbles.
     "That looks fun," Abby said. She tried to imagine what I’ll it must be
like to have to hang on to things all day and decided it was probably
very tiring. Believe She fed the fish then lay on her bed and watched them
chase each other round and You round the archway. When they stopped Gerry
began nibbling at the pond weed with Break his big pouty lips. He sucked Mr.
Sticky into his mouth then blew him back out again in a My stream of
water. The snail floated down to the bottom of the tank among the
Trust coloured gravel.
    

"I think he’s grown a bit," Abby told her Mum at Goodluck breakfast the next day.

     "Just as well if he’s going to be gobbled up like Earning that," her Mum
said, trying to put on her coat and eat toast at the same time.
     "But I don’t want him to get too big or he won’t be It cute anymore. Small things are cute aren’t they?"

     "Yes they are. But big things can be cute too. Now Back hurry up, I’m going to miss my train."

    

At school that day, Abby drew an elephant. She needed two pieces of
expensive paper to do both ends but the teacher didn’t mind because she
was pleased with the drawing and wanted it on the wall. They sellotaped
them together, right across the elephant’s middle. In the corner of the
picture, Abby wrote her full name, Abigail, and drew tiny snails for
the dots on the ‘i’s The teacher said that was very creative.

just reading my blogs. kinda funny reading it all over again. it may not be a 300 page thesis, but it’s still something lol. huhhhh… memories… sometimes fun to remember, but most of the time you just want to forget. but no matter how hard you try, there are things that are not meant to be forgotten.

sa wakas, natapos na talaga. shuwweeeeeeet.

april 21st, cafe bergen: ahhh…. good times, good times.

today was a wonderful day cuz i got a glimpse of the one who got away.

damn! one of the best days! makes me want to live in NY. hahaha. we should definitely do this again, have breakfast, lunch and dinner and say the "bisayan" prayer. haha *you know what i’m talking about*

next time na sad ta magkita-ay. maybe we could ice skate this spring (hahaha) lmao

sometimes its nice to remember the good old days. come, join me in my quest for our eternal salvation of our memories.

Friendster Radio ROCKS!!!! oh hell yeaeehhhh!!!!!

uhhh.. what a day it was…. got them brains working too hard.. still worth it. actually, it was very much worth the effort. we sure did put up a very good show. good job everyone!

2005, September 28th:

…And so it was another ordinary day. had to wake up early, get ready for school, load up my memory cells with fresh information. i took the earliest bus to school. arrived at around 8:10 in the morning. went straight to the library, printed out some music sheets, and i met with one of the monkeys. it wasn’t a dull time cuz i had someone to talk to.

before i left the monkey for class, i have made the biggest mistake of my life. i gave her one of my cd’s. i never foresaw the dark consequences after that little mistake. and so i walked merrily to east hall. when class was over, i headed for the cafeteria, and met with two monkeys this time. the other monkey had class at 12:30. so then they bought some food and ate. then lil old stupid me suggested that we go with him to the east hall because i was looking for a free lab time for pianos. and so we did. and then the monkey who had a class at 12:30 suggested that we, the three of us, hop on to his ride. and so we did…

…and so begins the horrific nightmare that occurred in broad daylight…

when we were all inside the car, the other monkey suggested that we play My CD into the car’s cd player. and so before i fully buckled up, i froze… i begged for thee not to torture me by forcing me to listen to my ownself… but they never listened.. in fact they enjoyed my pain and misery as they watch me suffer.. * sadistic monkeys!!* with the car’s suuped up speaker system, and the volume all cranked up, my voice can be heard 20 feet away from the car…

i screamed like a lil helpless girl, chased by a maniac with a chainsaw as i was listening to my own voice.. and they did nothing but laugh.. oh god! woe is me!! why will nobody help me?? the monkey drove as slow as he can… prolonging my anguish! when he finally found a parking spot, he stopped the engine, but he didnt stop the stereo, thus prolonging my pain and suffering much longer…

knowing that i could no longer fight the force, i jus laid on my back, grabbing my knees, and had that gaze far away from reality.. and with their mercy, they finally stopped my horrific nightmares at broad daylight.

when we finally stepped out of the car, we started walking our way to the east hall. then i had my final remark… "That was the worst ride of my life"