Holiday Supplementary 1

Okay, I admit that there isn't much interesting events to write about for the first day of supplementary except for my trip to Fishy's house.

But since the title is 'Holiday Supplementary 1', I will elaborate a little on the supplementary. So, I reached school pretty late and I have not even settled down when Mrs Chan came and brought us to the class. I thought there was recess but there isn't. God, I am so famished!

I felt so lethargic even before lunch came, which I was anticipating because my poor stomach is groaning and pleading for food to fill it. Finally, lunch came. Honestly, the supplementary was so boring and I nearly fall asleep. I pretended to be interested but actually, my mind was drifting away to somewhere else.

After the long-anticipated lunch period was over (groan), I went back to class, waiting unwillingly for Mdm Foo to come in. Chinese lesson was worst. Fortunately, I had forgotten to finish my word practice and had to rushed it, which adds tension and made me manage to go past the Chinese periods. That is a blessing in disguise. They are boring too, except for some funny parts, but they weren't so funny to keep me laughing for a long time.

FINALLY! Supplementary was over and I went with Fishy to her house. Since I had forgotten to tell my grandparents about it, I called them instantaneously when I reached Fishy's underwater world. (just kidding)

On the way, we saw Mengxue happily chatting with Yilun at teh bus stop. We giggled for a while and went off.

While doing homework, I watched Fishy's favourite musical, The Phantom of Opera, and I don't see any interesting about that. Maybe it was because I don't understand the full story despite Fishy's continuous blabberring about it. I assure you that she is the Biggest Phantom of Opera Maniac you can ever find on Earth.

After a few minutes, we switched to playing Fishy's all-time favourite game, Runescape, which I can't even get pass the tutorial because I am too impatient. Well, Fishy played the game and I watched her.

Then, out of sudden, Fishy's grandma came out of somewhere and caught us red-handed playing runescape. She offered us each a bowl of crissssssspy chicken nuggets which I enjoyed very much. She asked us why are we playing games instead of doing some project we lied to her about. Fishy was speechless, not knowing what to reply so I came to rescue. My clever reply was :

"Erm, our Health Education teacher wanted us to do a project acting as a psychologist and we were suppose to try out some games to find out which few have a postive impact on our minds."

This was a lame one but nevertheless a good one. She was convinced and went off. After a while, Mengxue called and complaint that her grandmother banned her from playing games. Fishy asked her to used the same method I used.

After about two hours, I went home. Fishy walked with me for a distance in her sexy top and mini shorts and then went off to NTUC to meet her mother. Before going off, she keep asking me if I knew my way home. OF COURSE I DO! I have a good sense of direction, hello!

I hurried through the homework and went off to sleep. I am not looking forward to supplementary the next day.

Anyway, during the supplementary, we also talked about the Sichuan earthquake. Though I don't come from that part of China, I was still very sad. Most of those who had died had the same ancesters as me. So, to show my sympathy, I generously donated fifty dollars from my own bank account. I received several emails with the pictures of the China earthquake, which was one of those worst natural disaster in China history, and I don't even dared to open the emails because I don't want to look at those picture. You know what, I can't believe why two disasters happened at about the same period.

*sigh*

June Art Outing 1

Character Intro, just in case you don't know:

1. Biying - from 6U, attend art lesson with me, extremely artistic inclined.
2. Sarah - from 6L, not so artistic inclined, attend art lesson with me too.
3. Mr Yup - my art teacher

Hey, I bet a thousand dollars that most of you don't know I could draw. Of course, you don't expect someone in the best class to be able to draw, isn't it?

I guess this was the fourth outing I have attended this year. Three of them was during the March holiday. Well, the outing was quite fun, the details in a short while.

Okay, so, when I arrived there at about 2.20pm, it was drizzling and I guess it was a sign that warn me it would be raining cats and dogs later. Well, it was.

Fortunately, Sarh and Biying was there with me too. I was quite upset at the thought of being there with no one I knew. While waiting for Mr Yup to come, we passed time by engaging in a leisure talk. We were still chewing the fat when some pupils hurried pass us and we look around to find that Mr Yup was here and we line up according to our height.

After a while of waiting for the other pupils to gather, we were brought to four different places to choose what we prefer to draw. In the end, our desired place was the last one Mr Yup brought us to. We chose there because Mr Yup said it was a very 'romantic' place which meant that we only have to draw two people and many more trees.

When we settled down and was just about to start drawing, rain came pit-ta-patted down out of nowhere. Sarah panic and picked up her bag and ran over to somewhere in the middle of the voideck. Not knowing what to do, I trailed along and dragged Sarah's poor mat along with me.

At last, we found a place where the rain won't reach us and sat down. We all started on the couple before drawing the background. It was Noddy's work, drawing the two people. I decide to draw them as teenager as in my opinion, you don't usually see grown-ups strolling in some very small garden below the HDB flats. I tried my best to make them look stylish.

After drawing the people, I went over to Biying side to have a clearer view of the small gardens and the trees. At the same time, I sneaked a peek at what she drew for the background and tried to copy it because I am quite helpless at drawing background. She offered to help me drew a squirrel on a tree which I had drew.

After the three of us finished drawing, we went to find Mr Yup for him to help us point out any mistake we made. Since I knew no beans about where he is, I trudge after Sarah. I was allowed to start adding colours to the drawing after adding some more buildings.

After much difficulty, I finished the painting. I am the first one among us to finish it, taking about three hours. You may think I am slow but it is not so easy to draw outdoor, unlike the indoorclasses, where the scenery you are suppose to draw is shown on the board, drawn by Mr Yup, and all you have to do is just copy. Outside, I have to switch a few things around and delete away some things before drawing it on the piece of paper.

Maybe after much talk, you still don't believed I knew how to draw. Unfortunately, it take years to download the picture so I will show it next time.

There is supplementary tomorrow so I am going to catch some z's soon. Bye!

UPDATES!!!

Okay, I am finally able to show you my humble work. Here:

Okay, the couple look pretty funny. But still, I am not those kind of peopel who could draw romantic stuffs well.

Batik Painting 2

It was just any mundane day today. When I arrived in school in the morning (I don't think the sun was up yet), there was only a few people at the parade ground.

I sat down quietly, disgusted at the pool of dried vomit of Vanessa which hasn't been clean away. I was like The school is so poor that they can't even hired a worker to clean up the mess? I hate looking at it, it keep giving me this vomiting sensations thought it looks like this big yellow fried omelette.

Later, Vanessa and some other girls, including the bossyqueen, came and I just don't allow Vanessa to get close to me. I forced her to sit at the other end of the vomit pool just because I don't want any unpleasant experience anymore during the period before we went up for lessons. I got a big fright the other time she vomited.

Anyway, we were exchanging report books and reading the comments. Unfortunately for us, Vanessa's vomit invited a ton lots of flys and creep crawlies which makes me scared because I kinda have a phobia for insects, all except ants. That goes without saying.

One weird thing is that we skipped the flag-raising ceremony again and that was so strange. I mean, flag raising ceremony is so important and we actually skipped that? My class later proceed to the art room where we had our Batik Painting.

If you are an avid blogder of mine, you would know about my first Batik Painting expereience, which was just last week. I don't really like it a lot, and after today, I think I really hate it. (As you can see, I got gastric pain because of it)

There was already one too many problems even before our lesson started. First of all, Fishy had forgotten to bring her cloth for the lesson, and so have I. She was frantic at first and Yun Xi remarked, You will probably get a heart attack at a young age if you continued like this. We thought that getting scolded by our naggy instructor was inevitable.

As a very good friend of Fishy, I calmed her down and told her that the instructor may gave ask a cloth with a drawing since it was impossible to skipped the classes.

And as predicted, the instructor was kind enough to give us the prepared clothes for us to draw. Thanks! Then the trainer started to talk about the chanting (I wonder if it was correctly spelled). I was thinking, You told us the last week! It was clear as bell! We are not from average class okay?

Later on, the instructer handed us the chanting and we queue up to feel it with the melted wax. The melted wax, in my opinion, looks like a pool of urine because of its yellowish colour with a waxy odour and was awfully hot.

After I filled the chanting with the wax, I saunter to my seat and bordered the drawing. Fishy's wax flew more fluently than mine, too fluently that she was complaining about it because it nearly dripped a big puddle of wax on her cloth.

As for me, I actually forgotten how to hold the chanting and a big puddle of it landed on the cloth and my skirt. I only discovered it when I got up to get some more wax and sensed something hot at my thighs.

M outline was not very nice, it was way too crooked and actually make my whole painting looks ugly. My bad choice of colours also contributed to the mess.

As far as I know, art was definitely not my cup of tea. I am not like some people who could finish a magnificent painting at the drop of a hat, despite having took art lesson outside school. Although this is the second time I am do Batik painting, I still could not get the hold of it, unlike Fishy, who is quite dabbed hand at it.

We finished the painting in no time and we went back to class. IT WAS TOTAL DISASTER!

VOR - Bowling trip

I guess I am a bit late in posting this. Can't blame me! I have so many competitions to go to, and so many things to write about! Anyway, the bowling trip was very fun.

I could still remember the first time I went bowling, when I was quite young. I thought we were supposed to kick the ball and that cause my foot to be in pain for almost one whole week, during the period, I could not run about.

So, I vow never to kick the ball with my foot ever again. (of course)

Well, that day, I arrived in school quite early, I must say, and I sat down on the ground, next to the pool of vomit. !!!

Fishy came much later than me but Stella volunteer to let her sit beside me. It was quite boring sitting there and only have chatting with each other to occupy ourselves, so we both were glad that we could leave the school earlier than the other Primary 6 classes.

I sat on the bus with Fishy (duh). On the way, we talk about with bowlign place we are going because the one I knew which was near our school was quite small to hold the whole Primary Six cohort.

Well, maybe I can't remeber how big the bowling centre was and thought it to be very small, but one class occupies about three lanes. I was in lane three, together with Fishy. After the instructer told us about how we were supposed to bowl in order not to heard ourselves, we started on the bowling game.

When it was my turn, I was quite afraid and suddenly remember one of the scenes I saw in the Tom&Jerry, which was about Tom throwing the ball and the ball hit the ceiling.

I was like what am I going to do? What if I threw the ball in the ceiling and embarressed myself? I swung my arm and threw the heavy ball on the grease floor, shutting my eyes tight as I did and when I finally open my eyes to take a peek, I found that I knock down eight batons!

Eventually I got exhausted and hungry, so I went over to the stall somewhere near our lane and treated myself to a cup of refreshing Chocolate Ice Bubble tea and went over to 6U's lanes to play wih Huien. Fishy didn't have the chance to buy the bubble tea so I let her try some.

The bowling trip was very FUN! I mean, at least we don't have to dance and sing around like the other levels.

My Results

I think I totally flunk my examination. How could I not when all I did was blogging and reading storybooks and playing computers games. Never did I once revise for the exams. Now I learnt my lessons. I failed all the subjects, with a chicken egg for the languages. How worse can this be? I am at the bottom of the heap, even worse than a preschoolers. I don't even know the simple one plus one. *sob* I am going to stop blogging from now on. Fellow readers, I am sorry...

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TADA!!!!!

Did you got tricked by me? Like thinking that I really flunked my exams or that someone hacked into my account and post this? Ha!

So I am now going to divulge my result for this time round's Semester Assesment 1 'o8 :

English: 83.5/100
*Sigh* Still the same old Band 2. Since P4, I have never gotten an Band 1 for English. It hadn't improve much since then. My Oral just pull me down. As for my main paper, I excell with a satisfying score of 80/95, using the fine art of ELIMINATION to overcome the Vocabulary. I really envied Fishy for having a flair for writing. (Keep in mind that it is not jealousy, just pure admiration. I will never be jealous of my best friends.)

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Math: 100/100
Not be mention it, I am super delighted with this 100 marks. Honestly speaking, the only 100 I got in Math was during my Primary 1 Mock exam where the sums are ultra easy, like may one plus one. There wasn't much to say about this except that my mum is going to give me some money as reward for this unbelievable score. As you all know, I am quite a careless person. Especially in easy papers (this paper).

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Chinese: 86.5/100
Not bad... At least I got a Band one. I should have since I am from China. Or at least that was what my mother thinks. I mean, Hello? I am not even studying in China! How do you think I could excell in Chinese when she didn't pull me on? I think she expect to get an A*. I don't care. At least my Chinese marks are better then my English. I guess my main paper, 87/90, pull my marks up.

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Science: 91/100
GOOD RIDDANCE! Half marks less and I will be chase around with a chopper by my mother. I got an A*, one of the five pupils in my class. As you see, I am not so please with my Science score. I make just one too many careless mistakes and lose about 5 precious marks. FIVE! KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF I HADNOT LOSE THEM? I will get 96/100!!! Top in science!

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Higher Chinese: 73/100
I'm telling you, I never cares about how much I got for Higher Mother Tongue. Never ever. As any ole cabbageheads and carrotcakes know, HMT marks was never counted in the PSLE tee-score. So, I didn't not pay even 0.1% of my attention on this paper. What's more, I am just so tired on Friday and spent most of the time envying the some people who don' have to sit for this sickening paper. OR maybe I am daydreaming.

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Position: Melissa got first as usual (Duh). Yilun the Head Prefect got second. And I, the lucky fortunate girl, actually achieve a third position in class!!!!! I could never believe it if it was just mere rumors but it was told to the whole class by Mrs Chan! I nearly slapped myself when Mrs Chan announced that to ensure I am not daydreaming. I just joined the R family in Primary five. Without hardwork, how could I ever gotten the third position. Of course, I didn't revise for the exam. What do you think? I am not those goody-two-shoes who burn midnight oil during every exams. All I did was read storybook everyday, did my homework carefully and once in a while did some weird things.

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Overall: I'm very very very satistfied with my SA1 results. (that goes without saying) I just want to beat Melissa! I can't confirm my tee-score but it must be between 270 and 271. Or even higher (if only...). I am aiming for 280/300 in PSLE.

My Journal - Reflection for SA1

There are two purpose for posting my journal on this blog which are sometimes read by strangers from all over the world.

NUMBER ONE: To prevent myself from suffering the same fate as Fishy, which is having lame people snooping around and reading my journal as if it contains the "Secret of the Century" when I am not around and then pass it around the whole class.

NUMBER TWO: To express my thoughts about the SA1 and at the same time have you get a hint about my marks.

So here it is, I proudly present the piece of journal which some lame snoops thought as "Secret of the Century":

Dear Mrs Chan,

I am quite satisfied with my results, especially Mathematics (that goes without saying). Honestly speaking, I think that the Math paper is way too easy and I don't like it very much as it sorta gives my a funny feeling thas I was not taking an examination. Morever, I tends to commit more careless mistakes in easy papers. But I can't blame you though, since the Math standard for our cohort was kinda bad.

As for the English paper, The Vocabulary section was a little hard but I used the 'fine' art of Elimination to help me overcome the difficulty and score a total of eight out of ten, which was pretty good considering that my English Vocabulary was not very good.

Finally, I not very delighted with my Science results even though I am one of those lucky fewwho got an A* because I made several careless mistakes here and there. If not for them, I would have gotten full marks for the Booklet A and gain five to six precious marks.

Right now, I just wish to know my class position.

I am getting sleepy... *yawn*

SP - Entrepreneurship

"The SP is so FUN!"

"The Primary two kids are so cute!"

"I love selling keychains to them!"

Those are what I heard during and after the SP (Special Programme). The last SP this semester was quite fun? Maybe it was a bit fun but personally, I don't really like selling the soft toy keychains.

The one hour we are given before the kids came into the AVA room was like rush hour. My group had to put up posters, decide where we could put the keychains, make balloons which we later will give to the kids, and get some transparent plastic bags from the canteen store aunties because we forgotten to prepare them for the packaging for the toys.

And because of the packaging, I had to run down to the canteen and up again. I think I nearly die, considering I was not so strong physically and I am not used to rushing.

I was the accountant of the my group though I had to do some decorating job too. Some kids are quite scared of us, maybe because most of us are sorta big-sized to them and Melissa pratically shouted at them in the face the prices of the toys.

Morever, I not so good at dealing with kids despite having two younger siblings at home. Honestly, I am quite scared of children, just like I have a phobia for cats. (I could never figure out the reason but my grandmother said that it was because my zodiac sign was rat)

Another reason to our bad business is simply because our stall is at a pathetic corner in the room and no one bothers to prepare the decorative items. We tried to used balloons and lollipops to attract the kids but it didn't really work. A balloon isn't so attractive to me, a lollipop is better.

While I was bust stuffing some 'notes' in the plastic bag I had in a corner of the table, I notice that some kids actually bought several keychains, all of the same design and that was very silly. I like a variety of keychain, not all of the same design.

Actually, we cheated a little by selling balloons and lollipops to the kids. They do not have enough money to pay for those keychains and Melissa sorta cheated their money by selling the balloons. I hope that they would not tell their teachers about that or we will all be in hot soup, very hot one.

At the end of the day, I felt pretty tired maybe due to talking to the kids who had some hearing problem. Or maybe they just stand there doing nothing except stare at us and we had to really talk very loudly at them. That was very frustrating.

Why are after-exam days so boring?

I wonder does it have to do with my thinking all that after-exam days are always boring. Maybe some witchteacher hate to see school kids so happy after exams and put a curse on the after-exam days, making it totally boring and unbearable.

I just got the feeling of emptiness and boredom right after exam or may I say, right after I know all my marks because maybe all the excitement has gone down? Or I have nobody to play with after exams? Maybe I might get excited after I got my report book but the excitement can only last for a short period of time.

It seems that the only things I could do to occupy my time is watching television, blogging (I am doing that right now) or playing with my rubics cube but it was a bit boring but now.

What can I do now? No one is online on MSN, I can't talk to Yu Xin on the phone and nobody seems to be posting on their blog, especially Huien. She was not online for such a long period of time and her blog was quite dead.

It is CCA and SP tomorrow. I dreaded CCA because I hate Chinese Orchestra and the teacher is sure going to force me to learn some stupid songs for some July concert. I am not going for the concert and definitely not going to learn the song. But Ms Foo told us this good news today. THERE WILL BE NO CCA TOMORROW!!!

So, during the CCA time, I could stay in the library to do my homework. And then it will be the Speical Programmes where we will be selling some soft toys to the Primary two kids. I am quite excited about it but anyway, I am the accountant, in-charge of the profits we made. And I am in the same group as Smartie Melissa.

Anyway, I am good in Mathematics so counting the money would not be a problem for me. especially when a calculator will be provided for me!

Remember I said that I watch television shows to occupy my time. There is one show called 我的野蛮奶奶. Some parts of it are quite humorous. I quite like it.

I was quite shock when I heard that GLADYS actually thinks that Revision paper are boring. I don't think they are boring at all, especially Mathematics, because I could do new questions. I like doing new Mathematics sums.

The other day, I was wondering why I was so good in Mathematics and I think one of the reason is because I like counting when I young. When I was still an infant, I lived in a village in China and my grandparents brought me up because my parents were in Singapore looking for a job.

As my grandparents were quite poor, they do not actually have much money to buy proper toys for me and I could only play with the leftover Yakult bottles. I have got tons of them and other than using them to build 'castles', I also counted them.

Sometimes, I would split the bottles into groups and count the number of bottles in each groups. then I would put the groups together again and then count them again. Though I was good at counting, I was exceptionally late in learning how to talk. My grandmother told me that I learnt how to speak several months later than other kids.

It was quite late now. I guess I have to go. Bye!

Batik Painting (very troublesome)

So many interesting things happen yesterday. I am in a ultra good mood! First was this tiring but fun Batik Painting and then a hilarious assembly session plus a piece of great news. I got back my English paper today too!

But as I have said, I won't divulge my results in my blog until I got back my report book. Many of you must already have known my results.

Okay, so let me tell you about the very troublesome Batik Painting. I was super careful during the whole time because Fiona told me some bastard pour the hot melted wax on her arm and scald her.

Don't let me spot that bastard or else he will get it from me. Who ask him to bully my Bestie.

Anyway, then whole Batik session was quite fun. The only problem was that the 'pen container' that holds the melted wax used to draw the outline out was blocked by something and thus the wax can't come out.

My drawing was so funny. But I am drawing from memory. Of course it is funny. The 'wax container' was so fat!

I think I was the last one to finish the outline. But it has its advantages too! After I scribble my name with much difficulty on the batik clothes, I started painting the whole painting, worrying that the paint will go out of the outline.

My painting was of a HIBISCUS of three colours. The first on at the very bottom was purple, the middle one was pink and the last one was orange. Unfortunately, I didn't got the painting back so I can't show you the painting.

After I finished the foreground, I started on the background. I wet the background first before colouring it with red, pink, purple, green, yellow and orange. I sort of mixed them together. The whole painting was quite nice except for the part where I accidentally spilt the stupid melted wax and I couldnot get them off.

Because of the Batik Painting, I skipped my recess to finish the painting and thus I didn't eat anything. And I got gastric pain. I always got there when I did not eat on time. the pain was not so severe at first, I mean it was not so painful so I just ignore it and drank a little bit of water.

Then it was the assembly period which I first thought was boring because assembly was always boring. but this time round it was so hilarious. There are a few parts where we laugh till so... that my stomach become so painful and I could not bear it.

There was one part where those performers sing and one part of the song was like "yellow polka dot bikini" and everyone laughed like mad. I just could not bear the pain that immediately when I returned to class, I drank several gulps of water.

And then in the night I got some good news but I won't tell you anything about that yet. except... I HAVE BEEN SELECTED FOR THE ASIAN PPACIFIC MATHEMATICS OLYMPIAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I AM SUPER HAPPY!!! GOOD LUCK FOR ME!!!

Then today's Social Study was quite interesting too. It was like something about inventing some things that will help in learnign and teaching. Mine was a bookshelf wth special features called the "ULTRA CONVENIENT BOOKSHELF". Quite Lame.

BYE!

I ABSOLUTELY HATE NINCOMPOOPS!!!!!

And you know who the nincompoop is? Yes you are right, BEH YUN XI! (Yun Xi, you are going to get famous, or better still, notorious, like it?) She is totally irritating and annoying with a negative EQ and IQ (that is minus [a number]). Here is another example to prove it. I better keep those eidence safe and get a lot of witnesses just in case in the future there has a new law stating that all nincompoops must stay in an isolated island away from the normal human race. Then there won't be nincompoops here anymore to make your blood boil and make you nearly vomit them out. Here is a screenplay. Hope it don't get the intestines out of you.

7.50am - One of the 'cream' class in a certain primary school in Singapore is currently having Physical Education lessons. In the background, some girls are playing Captain's ball and squealing away in delight when they scored a goal, boys were playing around with a basketball lamely and shy ones were in a corner of the field either reading a book or chatting to their friends. GIRLFROMMARS and her friend FISHYakaREBECCA were one of those shy ones (weird, isn't it?) seatting in a corner on one of those benches. GIRLFROMMARS was reading a story book while FISHY was chatting to her and listening to the nonsense of YUNXI at the same time. Another girl, EMILY perhaps, was sitting next to GIRLFROMMARS watching the no action-packed game between the other girls.

YUNXI
鱼鱼! Can I sit beside you? (without waiting for a reply, she dumped herself hardly on the handle of the bench)

FISHY (disgusted)
Can you just stand there?

GIRLFROMMARS (disgusted too)
YAP! You are so... fat (she was hestitated to say it at first), so it suit to better if you stand up.

FISHY (frustrated)
You are squeezing the life out of me.

YUNXI (spotted the pair of holographic material spectacles which GIRLFROMMARS is using as a bookmark)
Hey what is that? (snatch it from GIRLFROMMARS without any permission)

FISHY (curious)
Let me see, what is it?

GIRLFROMMARS
Well, if you use it to look at distant light when it was dark, you can see some picture of snowflakes or snowman.

YUNXI
Hey I want see. (put the spectacles to her eyes) I can't see any snowman. Are you sure this is not fake?

GIRLFROMMARS (annoyed, snatched back the spectacles from YUNXI without saying anything)

YUNXI (whisper some childish gossips to FISHY and dumped herself on the poor handles again)

FISHY
GOD! Can't you sit somewhere else? I am not skinny okay!

YUNXI (unable to notice Fishy's frustration)
You are very sexy and skinny! (put one of her big fa leg on FISHY's skirt leaving a print on it despite she knew that Fishy hate that)

FISHY (very very very very angry)
CAN YOU STOP THAT A NOT?

I just hate her so much. Why can't she stop her nonsense just for once? Why must she be so irritating. I just can't stand her anymore. The next time she get on my nerves, I am really going to shout at her.

The Water Bottle Incident

I was in the hall, trying so solve a puzzle Bukoh gave. Out of the blue, I saw the book which I borrowed from Lay Shuen, "Deception Point", had some small puddles of water on it. So I just took a tissue paper to wipe it away.

And then I discover water leaking out from my waterbottle. The waterbottle cap had cracked! And WATER HAD BEEN LEAKING OUT FOR DON'T KNOW HOW LONG! AND MY WHOLE BAG WAS SO WET!

And I moved my bag to somewhere else and just sat there because I do not know what to do. I had never have my water bottle leaked before.

Then Mr Tan came and when he saw the mess, he asked my to clean up the whole place. And I had to made several trips to the toilet to get toilet paper to wipe the floor. It was utterly disgusting.

After I dropped the wet and slimy toilet papers in the rubbish bin, I dashed all the way to the toilet to wash my hands.

(I apologise for not posting so frequently, nothing interesting is happening and I will not divulge my marks for SA1 until I have gotten my report book. Teehee! But I guess everyone know about it already. Almost everyone.)

I have got nothing else to post about. That's all, BYE!

EXAM IS OVER!!!!!

Exams are finally OVER! I guess Christalle and Fiona and others must be having great fun at the party. HAVE FUN!

Anyway, I had nothing to post about. There is nothing that get on my nerves today except for one particular one.

JESSICA IS SO BOSSSYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!

Well, it was like school dismissal time and we are packing up our bags. I went over to Vanessa to 'hit' (it wasn't really hit, just pat) her because she had been kicking my chair thousands of times, sometimes even hit my head, for no reason these few days.

So, I decide to take revenge and pat her on her arm. As you all know, Vanessa is those kind who will yell even if you just touch her. And I am patting her now, so won't she yell even louder?

And then Jessica, out of nowhere, came and shout: "Xingyue! Stop hitting Vanessa and hard! You are goin to break her arm!" in a very high pitch, acting cute while doing so. I almost want to puke. Vanessa is so rich, which means she is sure drinking a lot of milk that built up bones everyday. So how can her arm break?

As I said in the previous post, I will ignore her. Well I continuing patting Vanessa for fun and just as Jessica wanted to shout again, I walk away to Fishy.

Well I heard them talking to each other, mentioning my names a few time. I guess Jessica is going to complain to Mrs Chan but I am not going to care about that anymore. What do Jessica think she is? Do she think she is still in Primary one, that she is still a Primary one kid which complain about everything? Even Primary one kids was not as complainqueen as her. Don't you agree?

I guess maybe Jessica still thinks that she is the teacher's pet. NO! She isn't. In fact, I don't think anyone is.

By the way, I guess some people may wonder why I was called out by Mrs Chan along with Melissa and Mengxue. It is not that we are the top three are that we are selected for some competition. In fact, she is talking to us, saying that we have to buck up. That is all! Maybe she call us out because she did not want to embarress us.

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A riddle:

This is a truly unusual paragraph, though it might not look that way at first. It is missing a part that most paragraphs usually contains. But it loks so normal that you would think nothing was wrong with it. Actually, nothing was wrong with it. So can you find why this paragraph is so unusual?

Check out answer in next post!

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That's all.

Examples of Bossy Queen

Some people can be so bossy. They love to mind someone else's business so much and order them around as if he/she were their mother. While, then just go and marry and give birth to some poor pathetic child who will grow up getting ordered around by you! But maybe he/she is so bossy that no one likes to marry he/she.

Here is another screenplay of one of the most bossy girl I have ever met. Enjoy.

6.45am - A noisy parade ground in a certain primary school on the little red dot. In the background, girls are gossiping and squealing at stuffs, boys are playing and hitting each other, other pupils are just reading their books or revising for their science exams.

In a certain class at the parade ground, a girl(GIRLFROMMARS) was asking her other friends about where she could buy a certain book. Just then, she spotted the Lightning Risk Alert blinking wildly, which means they would have to go to the hall.

In the hall

GIRLFROMMARS saw that her classmates were not sitting down. She went forward and sat near the 6U. The bossy queen (JESSICA) saw and yell at her.

JESSICA
GIRLFROMARS! Why are you sitting down in front of the 6U! You should sit in the 6R first row not second row!

GIRLFROMMARS (angry)
Sit here cannot is it? Not your problem right? You could jolly well sit in the boys row if you want sit with the boys.

JESSICA (yelling)
Girlfrommars! I give you one more chance to seat in the front row before I complaint to Mrs Chan!

GIRLFROMMARS (annoyed and angry, in a calm and stable voice)
You can complaint all you can, I don't think Mrs Chan will scold me anyway since I had not done anything wrong. All I did was to sit down in the second row because no one is sitting down.

JESSICA (face red and boiling)
Fine! You can sit wherever you want!!!!!!!!

JESSICA aka BOSSY QUEEN lose face and was force to sit down in the second row too.

I can't imagine it. All I did was to sit in the second row because that was how we normally sit, boys in the front row and girls in the second row. And Jessica wanted to complain to Mrs Chan just because of that?

Honestly, I was really not frighten when she threatened to complain to Mrs Chan. I wasn't even a bit scared. I was just angry and annoyed.

At that point of time, all I want is to have one ultra big rifle with enormous explosive bullets that would explode when come into contact with human flesh. And then I could take it and shoot her. But I would go to jail and there is absolutely no point facing the four bare walls just because of some bossy queens.

One thing that I just don't understand is why can't I sit in the second row. Maybe because I might talk to my best friends in 6U? But still, don't I have the right to talk to my best friends for a mere five minutes? The short twenty minutes was just not enough to me, minusing ten minutes I take to go to the canteen, buy some food and eat them, I would only have ten minutes left. So can't I have another five minutes to talk to my friends? I don't think Jessica would like to have only ten minutes out of twenty-four hours to talk to her friends, isn't it? Even thought I might be able to call them, I still could talk as much as I did last year when they were still in the same class as me.

Anyway, the conclusion is, Jessica is too bossy, over bossy. I will never talk to her again.

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I am so bored! Even though the exam was not over yet, I still feel like having nothing to revise for mainly because the Higher Mother Tongue had nothing to study for.

Only like a few questions in the paper test us about the words we had learnt and most of them are similar to the Basic Chinese. Furthermore, most of them test our comprehension skills and the comprehension passage used are unexpected. So what do you expect me to do?

By the way, Mrs Chan told us that the English paper was badly done. Some even got zero marks for the vocabulary section while some others fail Booklet B. I am praying hard that it wasn't me.

As for today's Science paper, Huien's name was in it! THE LAST QUESTION! Mrs Chan said we did badly for that paper too. Some even scored 36/60 *GASP* for Booklet A!

Fortunately, I heard that we did quite well for the Chinese and Math paper (Mdmd Foo told us) except for a few idiots who did not revise or did the corretions for pass Math Revision Papers.

I hope I could get into the Top 10 but the chances are very slim given that many others may do much better than me, but let's hope for the best. I wanted to get at least a 270/300, which will be a five marks improvement from my SA2 score.

*Clasp my hands together and pray*

I hope clasp is the right word but I could not remeber clearly.

Another thing is that are any of you playing VIWAWA? If yes, please tell me by leaving a comment at the end of the post or MSNing me (only for people I know) because I am super bored and I have got no one to play with. Stickgal is so gifted at drawing comics, isn't it?

And I am also not going to Christalle's EOP (Exam Over Party) not because my mother object to it but because I don't feel like going there. I just can't play peacefully without thinking about my results, how bad or how good it is. Unless I know my results, I would not be able to play peacefully. And there are also people whom I detest going to the party. Not you, Fiona!

Let me write somemore since I have had nothing better to do.

Oh yes!

I was reading the DA VINCI CODE the other day and it was like so nice. I mean the plot. And I discover somethings. Well, you can go wikipedia to search for THE DA VINCI CODE and read the brief plot there. Stella is going to lend me THE DA VINCI CODE movie DVD after exam! YAY!!!

Enough talk about that.

I had nothing else to talk about now. I am now reading "Deception Point" by Dan Brown. BYE!

Examples of Nincompoops

Sometimes, people can be such a simpleton that he or she never understand anything. Either that person's EQ is super low (when I mean super low I really mean EQ 0 or less, like EQ-50 perhaps) or that person is simply to thick-face.

Here is one example of it written into a screenplay:

10.30 - It was recess time in a certain Primary School on the little red dot. Girls and boys are laughing away at lame jokes or playing catching in the background. Two good friends were walking down the staircase, chatting happily as they did, (one of them is me and another is Fishy) when a A stout girl with her dry hair flying all over (annoying YUN XI) sauntered up to them, wiggling her humongous hips.

YUNXI (screaming her head off)
Hey, MARSIE!!! WHY DID YOU CUT YOUR HAIR?

GIRLFROMMARS
Hmm...?

YUNXI
Why did you cut your hair?

GIRLFROMMARS (Getting a bit annoyed)
Because I like it.

YUNXI (acting all professional fashion adviser)
You know what? You look much prettier when you tied your hair. So why did you cut it?

GIRLFROMMARS (annoyed, tried to hint YUNXI by talking to FISHY and ignoring her so as not to embarressed her)

YUNXI (not getting the hint and acting all professional fashion adviser again)
You shouldn't cut your hair until so short you know? Or else it would be all messy like a battlefield after a war and you would have to use hair gel. You probably don't want to spent your money on hair gel do you? So why did you cut your hair so short???

GIRLFROMMARS (exasperated, hollered angrily in YUNXI's fat face)
DOES IT CONCERN YOU WHETHER I CUT MY HAIR OR NOT? YOU CUT YOURS TOO, DIDN'T YOU? WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR ARE, MY MOTHER OR WHAT? EVEN MY MOTHER WOULD NOT ASK ME IF I HAD CUT MY HAIR SO WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO KEEP BOTHERING ME WITH THIS IDIOTIC QUESTIONS!!!!!!!!! AND SO WHAT IF I LOOK PRETTIER IN PONYTAIL!!!!!!!!!!! I LIKE TO LOOK UGLY AND DOES IT HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU??????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YUNXI finally got the message into her deep skull and went over to the unfortunate STELL strolling to the canteen.

YUNXI (thick-skin again)
MUMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

STELLA (extremely annoyed by her, obviously)
YOU STOP CALLING ME THAT OKAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM NOT A LESBIAN!!!!!!!!!!! I AM GOING TO IGNORE YOU FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YUNXI (ultra thick-skin)
You said you will ignore me so why did you talk to me just now?

GIRLFROMMARS shakes her head and continue chat with FISHY while YUNXI amble back to them, wiggling her mammoth hips as she did so.

GOOD RIDDANCE. You got what I mean? Seriously, I wonder how can some people's face are so thick. Are they made of leather?

Well normally, I would not keep stuffing some lame questions into another's ear. I could still remember that time when Vanessa started wearing ponytails, all I did ask was, "You hair is very messy, why don't you braided it, and your fringe was ultra long too. I guess you have to cut it.

And Vanessa replied, "I layered my hair so I can't tie braids for the time being."

And I will just so 'Oh' or 'Okay...' and continue doing whatever things I am doing.

Or maybe sometimes I would joke, "Why are you so short?" and other simliar questions which I don't mean to use it as a weapon to hurt other.

My Muse: http://rebecca-cherry-coke.blogspot.com/2008/05/mystery-of-friendship.html

Well, lets see. It was Math paper today but I won't say much because I knew some people did very badly.

You know what did the SUPER EXTREMELY ULTRA IRRITATING AND ANNOYING YUNXI said about the Math paper?

"Hey you know what? The Math Paper today was so easy. Even if you didn't recheck the whole paper you also could get full marks, do you know that? I still don't understand why so many pupils was so nervous about it." (What a sadist!)

I was ubber angry at her and told Fiona about the mean remarks. Fiona was angry too, "If it was so easy, score full marks then! Maybe when the results comes out, she is the only one crying!"

Thank goodness I am not her (referring to the sadist) familly member.

Let me change the subject. Here is a story to all for Mother's Day:

A Motivational Story with Wisdom -
A Mothers Love
by Author Unknown

A little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper, and handed her a piece of paper that he had been writing on. After his Mom dried her hands on an apron, she read it, and this is what it said:

For cutting the grass: $5.00
For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00
For going to the store for you: $.050
Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: $.025
Taking out the garbage: $1.00
For getting a good report card: $5.00
For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00
Total owed: $14.75

Well, his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind. She picked up the pen, turned over the paper he'd written on, and this is what she wrote:

For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me: No Charge
For all the nights that I've sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you: No Charge
For all the trying times, and all the tears that you've caused through the years: No Charge
For all the nights that were filled with dread, and for the worries I knew were ahead: No Charge
For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose: No Charge
Son, when you add it up, the cost of my love is: No Charge

When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight at his mother and said, "Mom, I sure do love you." And then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote: "PAID IN FULL".

ENJOY!

Muse please HELP ME!!

You should be wondering who Muse is. I read in a book that it is a Greek god which inspire people. And right now I need inspiration to write something.

Perhaps My Muse went to help someone. He is ignoring me.

Anyway, I could still remember last year when Mdm Chng taught us about the Ancient Civilisation and I did some sort of research on my own.

Duing the research, I found a website about the greek mythology. One of them was about the Odyssey.

You know what? The whole thing was damn complicated.

Tell me, O muse, of that ingenious hero who travelled farand wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy. Many cities did he visit,and many were the nations with whose manners and customs he was acquainted; moreover he suffered much by sea while trying to save his own life and bring his men safely home; but do what he might he could not save his men, for they perished through their own sheer folly in eating the cattle of the Sun-god Hyperion; so the god prevented them from ever reaching home. Tell me, too, about all these things, O daughter of Jove, from whatsoever source you may know them.

This is an extracted from The Odyssey, it is the first paragraph of Book one. And there are 24 books altogether.

Already, I don't understand the whole thing. What does sacked the famous city means? Does he fired them? Or does he kill everyone in there? And is the daughter of Jove? Who is Jove?

The whole thing was translated by this person called Samuel Butler. I don't think I would even understand the whole thing if it was not translated.

Well, my favourite story in the Greek Mythology was about the Pandora thing.

So now all who escaped death in battle or by shipwreck had got safely home except Ulysses, and he, though he was longing to return to his wife and country, was detained by the goddess Calypso, who had got him into a large cave and wanted to marry him. But as years went by, there came a time when the gods settled that he should go back to Ithaca; even then, however, when he was among his own people, his troubles were not yet over; nevertheless all the gods had now begun to pity him except Neptune, who still persecuted him without ceasing and would not let him get home.

That is the second paragraph of The Odyssey. It has no connection with the first one. So who is Ulysses? Who is Calyspo? Why she wanted to marry Ulysses? Where is Ithaca?

I just don't understand the whole paragraphs because IT IS SO WEIRD!

from:http://www.greekmythology.com/Books/Odyssey/odyssey.html

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.

My Super Short Hairscut

AND OTHER STUPID EVENTS

I cut my hair and it looks weird. But this is not I am going to talk about, at least not now. What I am going to write about is my LATEST ADDICTION and other events since Friday.

Friday...

If you know me well enough or at least reads my blog every once in a while, you would not that I had CCA on Friday and I totally hates it. (not mentioning the CCA name in case I gets crazy.)

But the SP is great. Fiona play chess with TANGLE! Out of all people. Who ask her to curse me... Retribution. Okay, sorry Fiona.

I was so happy that I had Tuition on Friday. Because of my the tuition, I got to go home early today.

Saturday...

Early in the morning was the CCA practice enough to make you lose your appetite and vomit. Fortunately I didn't eat my breakfast.

This practice almost ruined my whole happy day. And yes, it is obviously beacuse of the stupid, dumb, idiotic £$(^*%# ASSHOLE CONDUCTOR.

I feel so good, finally get to scold him like hell. So glad that he didn't know my blog. but even if he does, I bet he won't understand it beacause his english was like so HORRIBLE!

Poor Kimberly got scolded by him because of some trival matters. To me it is trival. Here is exactly what the asshole said:

比赛要到了你还是这么懒懒散散的! 还敢敢跟我忘记带弹片! you very the "horrigible" one!!! 如果拿不到金牌也是被你们这种人害的lahh!!! 去跟我站在后面把你的中阮举得高高的hor!!!! 像你这种人hor, 真的是讲不听的lehh... Go, go to the back and stand!!!!

And yes, the "horrigible" thing is what he say. His English is horrible. (sorry if you can't read chinese.)

I am addicted to homework. If I don't have any work to do, I would be bored to death.

Oaky, (It is not typo error) now it is time for my hair cut trip part.

The lady who cut my hair was super nice. But Hate it when she cut my super long fringe. THose of you should have seen me in school with the haircut by now so I won't continue the post.

BYE!

Injection - Immunisation

19/3/08

Oh my god!!! MY ARM STILL HURTS LIKE HELL!!!!! I can't lift it up, no even halfway up.

YYYYYYYY

It was school as usual today. Of course. But I went for injection today, for immunisation purpose, to protect us against rubella and measles.

I was so scared today, as I heard that the injection is very painful.

Having the needle to go under your skin and into your raw flesh and then the fluid to flow out from the needle, the immunisation fluid, and being absorb by the flesh. It all happen in a spit second.

I was like wailing about it, my last experience with needles and injections was last year. But it seems so long ago.

At that time, they have they needle into my bloodstream at the tip of my finger to get some blood out for analysis.

It was damn painful at that time, you know, and looking at your own blood in a small bottle, the brownish-red blood, it was like a bit scary.

Okay, so I got my health booklet again, and we went to outside the AVA room, again. I still had to take out my shoes and socks and skirt.

And while we were waiting outside the room for our turn, we were all discussing about it, the pain and all those.

Then it was my turn, we were supposed to check our backbones first. A bit disgusting as we have to take out our shirt, from my experience last year. But this year was different.

Emily was the first girl, the bravest one, to have the needles into the skin and we were encouraging her. COME ON, DON'T CRY! She was sort of somewhere between speechless and embarressed.

If it was me, I guess I would be too.

When she finally had the injection, I wasn't there, I was doing the backbone checkup. First, when you went into the room, or rather the small area with curtains and cloths covering it, the nurse will ask you for your health booklet.

Then I will be giving four colour deficiency plate to test for colour blindness. It is very easy to see the numbers, so it wasn't really a challenge for me.

After that, this nurse ask me, "Are your parents tall?" I was totally shock and taken by surprise. I went for health checkups before and no one ever ask me this sort of questions.

I replied yes. I guess it was because I am too tall for my age.

The nurse then ask me questions and checked my backbones and other parts of the body, and off I went for the screening test.

It was super duper boring waiting there for the test and then sitting there while the nurse check your informations and just asked you two questions or so.

And after the screening test, which I hope will never end thought it is boring, is the horrible part of the checkup.

INJECTION!!!!!

I was exchanging places with some others, letting them go first. But my turn will still come, so I cannot escape the frightening needles that sent chills down my spine.

For a split second, the nurse and the needdles look like a witch holding a knife to chop me down into pieces before putting me into the cauldron full of boiling red liquid.

I walk unwilling to the chair, and close my eyes tight shut, covering my face with my hand. I never knew I was so scared of needles.

Later, the nurse tried to calm me down and assure me that it is just an ant bite feeling. I slowing opened my eyes just as the needle went in.

OUCH!

The feeling is like a cold solid object going into your flesh and there is this numb feeling later on. The nurse gave me this cotton wool for covering my wound and I went for the last of the horrors.

After I threw my cotton wool into the rubbish bin, (not throw up), I went to the chair there. The blue sinister looking chair there.

I sat on it and another chill went down my spine. The nurse gave me a pink liquid, a few drops of that medicine and ask me to swallow.

I played with it in my mouth at first, not sure whether or not it is safe. I mixed it with my saliva, not tasting it, and swallow.

It is bitter, very bitter, I almost want to vomit. Those people there laugh at my funny face.

Then the nurse wipe a cold liquid, the numbing thing, I suppose, on my left arm. And there the needle goes in. OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PAINFUL LIKE CRAZY!

It was like so painful I can't even lift my left arm up high.

And Yun Xi purposely went to hit the painful part! I hate her so much. It doesn't mean that her arm isn't pain and my arm will not be too.

Well, that is the end of the horrors.

LLLLLLLL

After school, I had to stay back for Math Olympics training with the rest who are selected. I badly want to know my results for the RI Math contest but sadly, I lost the participation code. So bad right?

Thankfully Mr Ho help me and he passed the code to Mrs Chan. Got to asked from her tomorrow.

Next post will be about a weekend spent in Jurong Point Shopping Mall. And I would not post that often now, it is a crucial year. My computer period had end and I got to go.

Confession is good for your soul but bad for your reputation.
Procrastination is the thief of time.

Start of Term 2

End of Term 1, start of Term 2.

ZZZZZZZ

I remember that days before the school reopens, I was like can not sleep peacefully. I would wake up in the middle of the night, thinking that I was still left with some homework. It was only after a while did I realise I had actually finished all of it on Wednesday. Then, I would wake up very early thinking that there is school that day.

So I was actually very happy that school finally REOPENS!!!

There was nothing to talk about today, actually, except for the tiring Chinese Orchestra practice until five o'clock. N

And the Health Checkup. I like it. Not because that I could skip lessons. I never like skipping lessons, at least not this important year.

When we arrived outside the AVA room, we were asked to sit down and later, take out our shoes and socks. I hate this part the most because the whole floor was like so dirty from the rain and stain with I-don't-know-what-but-is-very-disgusting things.

I went into the AVA room later on, (I am the last of the girls to go in). I got no idea how come I was so slow. I also got no idea why my hand was so um, well, slow and 'inactive'. I mean I don't write that fast.

I was queueing up in the AVA room, waiting to take the height and weight. Soon it was my turn. My height was 164.6cm! My weight was 41 kg. Almost. I wondered why I wasn't that excited about putting on 3kg, but was so delighted about growing a few centimeters taller.

After the measurings, I went to sit beside Melissa and wait for the nurses to measure our sight. I was so happy about this part. Not the part you have to cover your left eye, then right eye.

At first, my right eye was +0.7, but decreases to +0.56! Then my left decreases from +1.0 to +0.78!

SO HAPPY!!!!! =D

I hope my eyesight doesn't get worse.

Anyway, that is all for today. Here is a quiz from Huien Besttie!

THE HOTTIE TEST!
Okay, get a piece of paper, and number it 1-8 ! Don't look down at the answers
or it won't work!!!!NO CHEATING, NO CHEATING, NO CHEATING, NO CHEATIN'

1. What color are your eyes, BLUE, BROWN, HAZEL, GREEN, GRAY?

2. Do you have long, medium, or short hair ?

3. Is your hair blonde, brown, red, or black?

4. Do you want an outside wedding , or one in a church?

5. Would you rather have a dog, cat, or bird?

6. Do you like red roses, or (highlight ->) white?

7. What's your favorite color out of silver, blue, or yellow?

8. Pick a number (1-10)

*~*~* Now Make 2 wishes*~*~*

Wishes! Wishes!
Wishes! Wishes!
Wishes! Wishes!

Wishes! Wishes!
Wishes! Wishes!
Wishes! Wishes!
Wishes! Wishes!
Wishes! Wishes!
Wishes! Wishes!
Wishes! Wishes!
Wishes! Wishes!
W ishes! Wishes!
Wishes! Wishes!
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(the underlined ones are my answer/s)

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~*~* Now the Results *~*~

Eye Color!
green- creative
blue- strong
brown- active
hazel- energetic
gray- quiet

My eye colour was black, or at least it seem like it. So I chose grey. It was obviously not brown. Blue sound quite nice but I am not an ang-moh.

Hair Length!
long- smart, but act wild
medium- Your a CUTIE!!
short- fun to be around

My hair was some where near long and I don't like it. Medium was better, at least better when blow-drying the hair.

Hair Color!
blonde- cutie!~ very fun to be around
brown- crazy~ but people luv ya!
red- funny and out-going
black- energetic

I had to agree I am a bit energetic at times.

Wedding Options!
outside- very romantic!
in a church- traditional

Lol. I don't want to marry but if I did, I definitely won't host it in a church. It gives me an eerie feeling.

Animal!
dog- sporty
cat- sensitive
bird- loud!

I like dog, but I like hamster more.

Rose Color!
red- sensitive and romantic!
white- peaceful, and loving!

White rose looks better but anyway, it is still the same.

Color!
silver- popular~ alot of people love you!
blue- cutie! you are sweet!
yellow- awesome~you are very outgoing!

I like blue!!!!!

Number!
Whatever number you pick is how many times you will fall in love before you
get married.

Lol I pick four. My birthday falls on April what.

ZZZZZZZ

Another quiz, from Fiona's bloggie.

Rules of the game;Each player of this game starts off with ten weird things or habits or little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you must choose six people to be tagged & list their names. No tag backs!

My 10 weird habits/things ;D
#1] I tend to hummed a tune without myself knowing when very 'into' certain things.
#2] I tend to open the Internet for no reason.
#3] Whenever I read a book, I will be oblivious to the surroundings.
#4] I often drift off to the dream world when doing homework.
#5] I often laugh at events that happens long ago when I remember them.
#6] I had my best ideas and inspiration when, you know what, I was just about to fall asleep.
#7] I often have dreams of me having special powers, like the ability to fly.
#8] I tend to play with things when doing my homework.
#9] I love Math but hate doing Math homework at times.
#10] I love jumping to reach things that are hung on the ceiling.

I of course finished all my homework already or I would not be so free blogging now. You think I got nothing better to do is it?

That is all? BYE!!!!!!!!!!