I found my body

I FINALLY FOUND MY BODY BACK!!! OH YAY!!! But now I am sort of missing my ghost friends.

Anyway, I suddenly found out that if I don't write something which I want to within that day, I would know be able to write that the next day because I had no inspiration to write that.

Anyway, little homework today so I can use computer.

Fishy got a new blog here! http://rebecca-cherry-coke.blogspot.com/

Here is a nice story, perhaps many have read it before:

A TEENAGER'S VIEW OF HEAVEN
17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. 'I wowed 'em,' he later told his father, Bruce. 'It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote..' It also was the last.

Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.

The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. 'I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it,' Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. 'I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him.'

Brian's Essay: The Room...
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room.. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read 'Girls I have liked.' I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.

This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named 'Friends' was next to one marked 'Friends I have betrayed.' The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird 'Books I Have Read,' 'Lies I Have Told,' 'Comfort I have Given,' 'Jokes I Have Laughed at .' Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: 'Things I've yelled at my brothers.' Others I couldn't laugh at: 'Things I Have Done in My Anger', 'Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.' I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.

Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked 'TV Shows I have watched', I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked 'Lustful Thoughts,' I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.

I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!' In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it.. The title bore 'People I Have Shared the Gospel With.' The handle was brighter than those around it,seemed newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.

No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.

He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. 'No!' I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was 'No, no,' as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.

He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, 'It is finished.' I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

'I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.'-Phil. 4:13 'For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.' If you feel the same way forward it so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also My 'People I shared the gospel with' file just got bigger, how about yours?

IF THERE IS ONE EMAIL THAT I HAVE READ THAT NEEDS TO GO AROUND THE WORLD, IT IS THIS ONE, FOR THE CHRISTIAN OR NOT! MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL!
You don't have to share this with anybody, no one will know whether you did or not, but what do you feel in your heart?

Nice right?

Another story:

The love story of Ralph and Edna.

Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have…

Ralph and Edna were both patients in a mental hospital. One day while they were walking past the hospital swimming pool Ralph suddenly jumped into the deep end. He sank to the bottom of the pool and stayed there.
Edna promptly jumped in to save him. She swam to the bottom and pulled him out.

When the Head Nurse Director became aware of Edna's heroic act she immediately ordered her to be discharged from the hospital, as she now considered her to be mentally stable.

When she went to tell Edna the news she said, 'Edna, I have good news and bad news. The good news is you're being discharged, since you were able to rationally respond to a crisis by jumping in and saving the life of the person you love. I have concluded that your act displays sound mindedness.
The bad news is, Ralph hung himself in the bathroom with his bathrobe belt right after you saved him. I am so sorry, but he's dead.'

Edna replied, 'He didn't hang himself, I put him there to dry. How soon can I go home?'

HaPpY MeNtAL hEaLtH DaY !

Fiona Killed Me

Fiona had killed me. I am now a spirit. Actually she just seperated my body and spirit. But that was like killing me. Let me start from the begining.

I was in the parade ground reading my story book when Fiona came to me and say she will kill me. I don't take it seriously.

Later on, we went up to the classroom and Mrs Chan wanted us to think up a conversation, the topics are either Food, or Exercise. My group choose food.

The food thing was pretty easy, we discuss and Melissa wrote them on a piece of fullscap, adding in vocabulary phrases and general knowledge where necessary.

Then we have this presentation thingy. Melissa when up to present out work. Angela's group went first, followed by Melissa. Then the skinny Yi Lun when up to present. He have quite a lot of mistakes and we all laugh till out stomach ache. But the winning team was Vanessa's group.

We go through Revision Papers. I got 93/100 for the Math Revision Paper. Then we also went through some English Revision papers.

And we did some listening comprehension too. I got 18/20 for it. That was about 90%. And during the whole time, my stomach was grumbling.

I am simply famished by the time I got down for recess and I bought this plate of Hor Fann. After I eat finish, Fiona was sort of chasing me around the school. What a waste of energy.

Then it was Chinese Period. Nothing much happen, we talked about oral pictures and that is all. And it was when I went down for lunch did the thing happen.

I was eating my ham bread and chatting with MingXuan and fiona suddenly sneaked up behind me and pushed my chair as hard as she could. I suddenly found myself floating and when I came back to my sense, Fiona vanished. So was everyone else.

I suudenly feel a sharp pain. It seems to be coming from the light bulb. I had to float all the way to the toilet and selected this very dark chamber. It was better than. Then using tissue papers, I made myself a 'umbrella' to prevent light from killing me.

I found myself having this ability to made people see me or not. I don't know how to control it yet. Everyone could still see me.

Then later during supplementary we had a hell lots of fun. It was toilet break and the girls are all laughing and playing in the toilet. I sprinkled water at Melissa.

WTH!

Mrs Chan saw and heard all the nonsense and she said that if I don't behave myself she will ask me to go to the boy's toilet in the future.

:P

Back in class, we joke that Stella show her armpit to Chenghao. Then Mrs Chan was chatting with us about armpit hair and all those stuff. Yewk! She said that some girls dislike going to NanYang Girl's because of the uniform. If you lift your arm, everyone would be able to see the forest of hair.

And we went home.

It was drizzling during my way home but the problem is, I can see the rain but cannot feel them.

I knew I had became a spirit but I know I am still not dead. I could heard my heart beating and my blood flowing throughout the body. But I could not find my body. Fiona must have hide it somewhere.

It was at night and I drifted out of the house because I cannot sleep. I don't think spirit sleeps. It was funny feeling to just pass through the door without opening it. I felt this brown colour thing and then I am out of my house.

I went down to my school to began my search. I didn't realise there are so many ghost around there! I made friends with some.

They told me a lot of things. I am going to tell you later. Right now I have to revise my oral for exam tomorrow.

So I met these few ghost friends, Witch, BabyDragon, Ah-Girl and Uncle Benben.

Witch was really a witch. I found out that she founded Singapore, not Stamford Raffles. In fact, Raffles was her son who killed her to get the Island now known as Singapore. Then he made up the whole story of how he found Singapore. Merlion was actually Witch's pet.

BabyDragon is very cute. I heard from other ghosts that his mother had die. I mean the ghost of BabyDragon's mother was exposed to sunlight and died. I felt so sad for him. Isn't BabyDragon cute?

Then it was Ah-Girl. She looks so sad so I told her some jokes to cheer her up. Uncle Benben told me that she was raped and killed by her father. How Cruel!

It seems that Uncle Benben was the only ghost was had a happy life. He was a poor farmer who died of old age.

I learnt some lessons from them:

1. Never go near a litted place. One you get expose to light, you will died from pain, like BabyDragon's mother. I don't want that to happen to me, since I had not found my body yet.
   
2. Ghost could pass through solid objects, like wall. BUT NEVER PASS THROUGH A HUMAN BEING or you will be trapped in the body and could not come out. I don't want to get trapped too.
   
3. Ghost could move things by just concentrating on the object. It is the only way of moving things since ghost cannot touch solid objects. Of course, I am concentrating on my keyboard to do the typing now. It is quite tiring because I had not master it yet.
   
4. Ghost could teleport to some other place by just imagine the place in your head. I try that but I was not so effectice in it because I was imagining the school's clock tower and got teleported too Big Ben! Uncle Benben had to teleport there by imagining the school's clock tower wrongly because he had never seen Big Ben before.
   
5. I also learnt how to make on certain humans to see me. I try that in front of a taxi driver who is driving and he freak out. I had to drift off.

Somehow, I could not remember my name so those ghost called me the 'Lostgirl'. Then they said that if I still can't find my body in four days from now, my body will really die and I will really become a real ghost. Right now I am just a wander ghost.

They also told me that there is this Malay man holding a bomb and some wires whenever they go. He seems frightening from their description. No ghost dares to go near him.

I definitely don't want to meet whoever ghost he is.

Okay, it is now 5am in the morning. One more hour and I had to go for school.

I still don't feel sleepy. Being a spirit is so great sometimes.

I change my Blogskin

YO GUYS! I change my blogskin. I am sort of sick of the black colour blogkin and decided to change to a white one. It was not finish yet, I havenot add in picture for the skin.

It was so funny at the hall today. Stella was forced to sit with Chenghao. Fiona is getting jealous.

Anyway, it is quite okay today, just any mundane day. I am sick and tired of the daily routine, brushed teeth, go to school, lunch, homework. But what else can I do? I am a Primary six student.

Another one month to June Holiday. Then I can finally play and play like mad. AND I COULD GO OVER TO FISHY'S HOUSE!

Mrs Chan scolded me today. She was going through some Math questions and I was bending down to pick up something from the ground when she spotted me and actually thought I was not paying attention.

Then she said that my work is slacking and I better pay attention to her. She said that my newspaper cutting review was too short. I was maligned! There isn't any interesting news to write about!

(Actually she wasn't scolding me. I don't hate her either.)

It was so frustrating. I went to the Nanyang Girls' Website and could not find the results.

Fishy wasn't home yet. It was about one whole hour since I last called her at 1pm. She does not have to stay back today so there must be something weird. I have got two revision papers to do today, Math and English. I guess I could finish them within two hours.

Well, I just realised that Fishy went over to Red-butt Monkey's house. She told me not to call her so early anymore.

By the way, I am only calling her to confirm with her the homework in case I missed any out.

OH CONGRATULATIONS TO STELLA LIANG LIN YING OF PRIMARY 6R IN RPS!!!!!!! SHE GOT INTO THE TOP 30 FOR THE BILINGUAL OLYMPIAD!

She is so pro, right?

Anyway, I hate my mother checking my homework. She sort of make me feel that she don't trust me and I cannot do my work properly.

Here are some nice quotes:

True friends visit us in prosperity only when invited, but in adversity they come without invitation.

We never know the true value of friends. While they live we are too sensitive of their faults; when we have lost them we only see their virtues.

Our critics are our friends, they show us our faults.

Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.

We know our friends by their defects rather than by their merits.

Friendship is precious, not only in the shade, but in the sunshine of life.

We know our friends by their defects rather than by their merits.

We better tolerate imperfect friends. Perfect ones wouldn’t tolerate us.

Adversity does teach who your real friends are.

Only your real friends tell you when your face is dirty.

It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.

Friendship is contagious. Too many of us wait to catch it from others, instead of letting others catch it from us.

Nice right? There are many more here. Got to go!

Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.

Bilingual and Math Olympiad

I am so bored. Mrs Chan gave us long long sermons because some idiots wrote in the journal to her that she giving to much homework and that everyone is reading storybooks under their desk during her lessons.

I was like WTF, we are P6, of course we will get a lot of homework, furthermore, the homework was like so little. And nobody is reading books under their desk.

I suspect the person was Tze Kiat because when Mrs Chan told us about this, she glared at Tze Kiat. Some more Tze kiat kept tearing small bits of papers and throwing it on the floor although Mrs Chan scold him for that. Anyway, I heck care about him.

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Sometimes, I think that Mrs Chan had hired a private yet invisible detective to spy on me. She seems to know exactly what I am doing.

The moment I open my mouth (the words haven't spilt out yet), she will boom, "XingYue! Are you paying attention?" And everyone will stare at me.

This was happening to me since the first day of school. Of course, I am not complaining but as you know, I am the talkative type. I will never survive even one hour without talking.

I wonder why she don't spy on others?

Perhaps Mdm Chng told her about me? Oh yes, she called me wild and naughty too. But too bad, I am in 6R. (Just in case you misunderstood me, I am not angry with her for that and complaining about her. She is a nice teacher.)

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So, did you realize that Cailaoshi, was only in your class on Friday for only one period. Maybe you already know, but anyway, me and ten other pupils went for the Bilingual Olympiad in Nanyang Girls'.

Actually it was ten girls.

Cailaoshi read the letter given to her wrongly and we went there an hour earlier. On the bus, we were like 11 mad people laughing and making fun of each other. The weird thing was, Cailaoshi did not get mad when Stella called her names and instead, she called Stella back.

It was just not like the Cailaoshi Fiona told me about.

As we got there one hour earlier, we tour the whole school. Actually not really the whole school because it was super big. Me and Fishy only tour like 1/10 of it?

We found a small POPULAR store in a corner and went in. I did not bring my POPULAR STUDENT CARD. What a pity! But the things sold there was mainly chinese storybooks and secondary textbooks plus some snacks. I am not buying them.

So after the one hour tour, we register and when into the test room. I sat beside Fishy. We had to take a listening comprehension first and it was super difficult. Actually, the translating part was easy but you will have problem listening to the English words pronounced with an America accent.

And I didn't knew we have to translate 成语 because the information Cailaoshi gave us didn't have 成语s. But overall it is still okay.

The RESULTS ARE COMING OUT TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!! I AM SO EXCITED!!!!

Later after the test, we have this reception where we can eat those delicious food, especially the fish balls. Fishy is so cold-hearted to eat her own kind.

Then they have this School Promotion Talk. Though the uniform is nice and the facilities are okay too, I am still going to put Nanyang Girls' as second Choice. I didn't realize there is a swimming pool there.

Just as we are about to go home, Melissa fill her whole bottle with Ice Lemon Tea and we follow suit. It is free, like those buffet ones. Cailaoshi scolded us LCCS. I don't think anyone cares. We were like mad ones again on bus, especially when we got pass my house.

I sleep super early that day, after memorizing some Math Olympiad problems.

The next day...

I like Hwa Chong. It was soooooo BIG! If I were a boy, I would surely went there. The school occupies the whole lane of the road with a swimming pool and a sport stadium. how nice is that?

Math Olympiad was super hard but I still manage to complete 27/30 questions in 2 hour. It was not so fun there though. We were not allow to tour the school, probably because we might get lose in there?

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Today is the worst day ever! I accidentally scratch my pimple and before I knew it, blood was gushing out if it. I HATE PIMPLES!!!

Other than that, I also got extremely low marks for my Math Revision Papers just because I did not read some questions correctly.

I am going to end this.