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Big fat purple dinosaur.
[News Flash #1] My Crazy Sister is watching Barney. The dinosaur. The show that I used to adore. Oh mannnn... How's this? Having
Ooh purple dinosaur I just want to punch you in your face. I love you, You love me,
Now don't show this to any kids. I won't be held responsible for making them cry.
Stuporified.
Yawn yawn yawn. Why can't anyone tell me 'why not exams instead'? I'm sure brainiacs like the MOE can come up with many answers! Firstly, I loved the English P2 passage, but not the questions. Can't they cut us some slack? Secondly, the ELP1 was awful, and in conclusion, the english paper is totally awesome. Breath-taking. Whatever. "An emblem of unyielding grace". I like this phrase, and although I know I'm misinterpretating it, it feels to me as though this phrase, if it were describing someone, the person would have to be strong and has to have fabulous etiquette. That person is beautiful. Enough of ranting about someone so difficult to come across. You know, I like geography. Ask me where Germany is and I'll tell you, in Europe, next to Poland, France, Switzerland, Austria, Netherlands, Luxembourg, Belgium...show me a map, I'll point it out to you. The thing is, I don't really associate tourism, agriculture, etc., with geography. My definiton of geography is the land. What shape. Water, where? What beautiful feature of the land. I guess this point of view is a little shallow. Then how can people, amazing people, come up with such beautiful poetry on landform? They just gush and gush and gush about the place. And when they come up with poetry on humans, homo sapiens, mankind, some of them just diss and diss and diss. It's amazing, humankind, they praise anything but themselves. Such humble beings. Excluding a whole lot of humans, I would like to point out. Maybe including me. Yesterday was fine. Yesterday was awful. Yesterday left me in full jubilation of God for bringing me through the English exams. It was excrutiating writing the compo. My brain cells were overworked and underpaid. The compre left me in a stupor. The summary, when I came to it, felt okay because the rest were like ground-breaking news. Oh help me. I hereby conclude that anything with tests are awful. Everything without tests makes the subject more free and we are able to focus on any areas of the subject that interests us. Like history. I wish I could do the Biblical thing for the O'levels. At least I get to learn something I still have a passion for. Come on, Prosit! Prosit! Let's drink to health. Btw the word 'Prosit' is German. There are a few things I'm confident of. I have a distinct feeling that I'll have nothing to be confident of once the Mid-years hit me full-blast. God bless me. P.S. I love Germany. I still love English, no matter what others try to do.
What's wrongg?
On an observative note, a lot of my entries begin or contain these seven or eight words "I think there's something wrong with me", or the likes of it. What is wrong with me?
Why I love Germany.
Here I am! The glamorous, crap talking, rubbishy, laughing and going-crazy machine. Now stop asking me why I like Germany. Read it here youself. (Some of the points may be repeated, because right now, I can't process my thoughts coherently. Oops.) Anyway, it's been great! Went to Long John's with Elene and Lydia. And talked, and talked and talked. Lydia's going back to Australia for 10 days. I thought it sounded strange at first, but it isn't anymore. Don't wanna elaborate. Why am I slacking here? I'm supposed to be studying for the Mid-Years! For English! But will anyone tell me how to study for English? Tag board's on the right, thank you. I suppose that that's all for today. And I have come to a conclusion that some Sg Chinese drama's pronunciation of Chinese is worse than mine. And no, it's not a caucasian speaking, even. Just imagine. Let your imagination soar to the ends of the rainbow, to reach the fabled pot of gold, in which actually contains English Literature. I tell you ah, that's better than gold. If you can't see that, I suppose it's a matter of 'to each his own' huh? P.S. I adore Germany, and I adore English. How I wish I can speak German. I wish.
Broken Promises.
I broke the rule again. Whatever. But I feel sosososososo liberated! L-I-B-E-R-A-T-E-D! Yay! Clap with me all of ya'll! The old folks at the back! Come on! Well, Whatever dah. Chinese is so over for now. So so over. I am lost for words. Touched to the fullest extent of the extentest. How the chinese teachers sacrificed themselves to set a paper to free me. Freedom! Now I wonder why I feel so crappy today. English Mid-Years next Wednesday. I suppose I should start on my A and E Maths. Just get something rolling. Feel good for accomplishing something. Ah feeeel good...I really think I'm going nuts and nuttier. But anyway, walking out with Charissa and Annabel is far-nay. Like totally.
Anyway, gotta fly. Piano lesson's coming and I'm still not flying. I'm going to be so late. P.S. I adore Germany!
Friendship.
Let us be Friends till time surpasses us,
I feel guilty. I feel awful. I've just comitted an awful crime: I'm not studying for tomorrow's Chinese Mid-year exam! Yet again have I broken a promise I promised myself. And it's the same promise. What a Loser. But no worries. It's chinese. So what? Anyway, I've come to announce the fall of me. Me. 2/25 for an test, EMATHS in fact, is something that I should be completely over the top about. Not. Sheesh man. Well, I've got to mugggg... Yesterday was the funniest day since the week started. Charissa, Miss Toilet of the century, just got into a fix because she wanted to walk out of school, with a very high tide. Well, then Annabel Ginny and Me twisted the whole thing up and made each other laugh, including Charissa, and she had to rush off. To the toilet. Man. Desperation will never bring me to that extent. Gross and grosser. What can I say? I hope no one understands that I was kidding. But anyway. Auf Wiedersehen, und Hat einen brillianten Tag! That's Goodbye, in GERMAN. What were you thinking? French? [Shakes Head] P.S. I have a declaration to make: I lurrrrrve Germany. Does that come as a surprise to you?
Until Then.
My heart can sing when I pause to remember
But until then my heart will go on singing,
Taken from 'Until Then' By Stuart Hamblem. Hey hey. I broke the promise I promised myself. But anyway, I just love this song. Don't you ever agree? Praise the Lord! Anyway, today I went to Singpost, and throwed face with Annabel and Ginny. I tell you, the both of them really want to make me 'diu lian'. Laugh like hyenas and made me look weird. Sheesh, my language is declining to a naught. Shall pause and reflect on the negatives to writing like that. Bye. See you after the last day of my mid-years! But until then, My heart will go on Singing, For the Lord!
Disappointed.
MY Birthday
Nothingness.
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