adel:
feeling reallie hyped up now.. woohoo! anytime feelin depressed just log on to msn and find siong wei!! weeeeeeee..... amd his email!! siong you rock!
more importantly.. dearest jill.. all i can say is.. big choc mountain on sat?? we still love you and australia has cleaner waters and bigger meatier sharks!
arrghh can u believe tt the shrek pple went and put an ending at the end of the credits?? lousy crafty sly people!! ah well im gonna watch it again but just tellin ya all so u get to see the ending too!! tadadum..
my boss wans me to continue workin for him if possible while i study in uni.. ladeedum! okok granted i haven been a good worker.. shall be one now!! my colleague said something tt made me damn uncomfortable today though.. but i saw my crush! he kept on walkin past my office so had unlimited views of him and his purple shirt!! yeah man!
feelin hyper now.. signed up for monash and they said can stay in spore for full term.. haf a feelin my sister doesnt like the idea though... dun understand why.. and accordin to my boss if i stay i wud be able to pay my own way thru my last two years in monash! hopefully can save up a bit more to pay for accomodations in aus.. woohoo!
bummer is tt u noe.. i dun tink i got accepted to any of the other 3 unis at all.. but now wif my plans all set and ready to go.. whu cares!! haven packed for usa yet.. so dead.. coz i told them tt im packed and ready to go!! i didnt realise it until just now but realised tt if go usa wun be able to tok to siong for 9 nites!! oh tarnation!
anyway found this poem so haf a read kk?? this is adel out! okok it sounds better when itz seacrest out! coz it means the end to american idol and the beginning to CSI!!

itz an exrcept...
Her fragile body looked so still, her breath was weak and shallow.
I felt the coldness of her hands, her skin was dulled and sallow.
I left to call her children, so tt they'd know the time was near,
and tt I'd spend the night with her to guide her through her fear/

When i came back into her room, I saw that she'd been sleepin.
From the moistness in her eyes, I saw tt she'd been weepin.
I leaned close t oher face and asked her if she'd a dream.
She gently smiled and said she'd dreamt of raspberries and cream.

I guess i must have looked so surprised at at such a strange reply.
But Mrs Wiggins softly laugher ans said she'd tell me why.
"When i was just a little girl i had a favourtie aunt,
Who'd spoil and treat me like a queen and give me what i want'

"My aunt would take me out to lunch and order anything i dreamed,
And for dessert we'd share a bowl of raspberries and cream
Oh how i loved the special taste so smooth and rich and pure.
And how i'd so look forward to te times i'd spend with her.

"But soon she passed away and i got older with the years.
So busy with my schoolwork and my teenage hopes and fears.
And since my parents worked so hard to fund my college dream.
we never had the luxury of raspberries and cream.


...... it continues for quite a bit then..

And now my hour of death is near and all i can see
is how my heart breaks with regret for what will never be
why do we wait to do the things thay make us feel alive?
why do we give our life away in order to survive?

And all the times I wanted to i really had the means
I just didnt tink i deserved my raspberries and cream.
Oh promise me you'll never wait too long to find your dream.
Promise me you'll fill ur life with raspberires and cream.

.... im sorry but itz rather long so im just takin out relevenat parts.. and after Mrs wiggins passes away..

....Her daughter saw the empty bowls upon the bedside stand.

I told her," Seems your mother enjoyed raspberries and cream.
But rarely could she buy them for she never had the means"
And as her daughter held the bowl her tears fell to the ground,
"If I'd known i would have bought her berries by the pound.

"If i'd known her time was short i would have come to see her.
But i was jist too self involved and now she's gone forever.
Why do we wait to do things that really mean the most?
Why do we wait to love someone until their memory's a ghost?"

Marie D Jones