the secret garden. don't be deceived by the flowers, the pastel colors, or the cute girly girl layout. this is not what it seems. this is the place where i go to rant and sometimes rave. it's also the home of some of my works. welcome to my sanctuary. welcome to my secret garden.

teedge. the keeper of the garden. chances are, i'm the only person in this world with that name. so, am i a boy or a girl? the layout of this site pretty much gives it away. i'm turning 17 next year. yes, in my dreams. i'm into arts and crafts but i'm far from being a martha stewart. i'm also into music. want to know me more? read this.


Sunday, August 08, 2004 

I spent my Saturday evening in Eastwood City, catching up with friends. If being "in between jobs" has perks, then having time to go out and do stuff is definitely one of them. (A sure downside would be not having money to spend when you do decide to go out though). We went around the mini mall, critiqued the outfits of passersby, and reminisced the good ol' times. These are high school/uni friends so when I say "good ol' times", I mean the "embarassing times". Those things never go away, I tells you! Hahaha! They're stored in that special place in your brain where information is easily accessed and difficult to erase. It's all good tho. It's always nice to catch up with friends even if "catching up" means talking about the past. But heck all that reminiscing makes you feel old. And if we realized one thing, we realized Eastwood City is for kiddies...   12:16 PM

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