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Drunken Stupor.
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum! Waha. I'm a little neurotic nowww. Today had meet-the-parents session, which coincidentally coincides with the 'Family Let's Eat Together' thing. The whole thing was carried out somewhat like a Sothebys Auction. Rather quiet...I'd not say professional. But overall it was too familiar, the principal's address. Sighs. But before that! We went out and walked like maddd. We went to Lido to eat lunch, and there was a 'free refill' thing and being the cheapo auntie that I am, I drank for all was worth. And I went to the toilet more than I've ever been in a day. Whoosh. After that, we went to Far East...and walked and walked and walked and waited for Annabel to come. (When we reached F.E., Annabel was still at home.) When she came (like finally) we went to take that 'neoprints' thing and I decorated that thing like a professional. It was awesome. Thank you thank you. I stamped this chop on the digital screen which is a picture of a huge (pair of lips)(?) and put it on Charissa's face. Wish I didn't erase it. I'd have been more than awesome...my creative instincts knows no boundaries...hee hee. And what's more, I shot this video, my first video, and Charissa deleted it cos' it was crappy. But it had us in stitches! Sheesh sheesh sheesh. When we're going back to school (school after school!) we went to the road, I didn't know that it was one-way. So, yet again, we had to walk and walk and walk until our legs sprouted muscles. Then when we reached the bus stop, I had this distinct feeling that the bus stop didn't have that bus. And how right I was. So we had to walk and walk and walk to the next stop, which wasn't of a desirable distance, I'd say. Then the bus took a millenium to come, and everyone was packed like sardines in the bus. Man, was it ever awful. Wells, we reached in time. Boring. I wanted to make a grand entrance, but everyone else was late anyway. Aww. No grand entrance for me today. Cheeries.
Weathered Me.
Trodden on by many relentless feet,
Nothing makes the heart grow there.
O when will this somnolent journey end? Haah. Something is wrong with me. I'm reeling into an endless abyss of malaise. So when I get sadder and sadder, I become more profound and profound, according to some standards. But I have one big problem. Whutonearth is this person's problem??!!??! You hate competitiveness, then give it up! Why did you start it in the first place? I assure you, if it would make you glad, then leave. Leave. Don't make me feel awful. Leave.But I hate competitiveness too. It's just not right now. At this age. It's so not healthy. It's awful for the mind. Eeeks. Geez, I dislike someone to an extent that it even scares me. God help me. I realise when one wants to physically run away from things, it becomes harder because you're stepping out of your comfort zone, and thrust into something so blindingly new. So why are you running away when you're just entering into another fix? I keep asking myself that...and the thing is that, when you run away, you're starting life anew, where the problems of the past are buried deep, deep in your backyard, and preferably forgotten until someone digs it up again. I hate confronting someone, and I always try to run, and no matter where I try to go, it's like air, getting to everyone, no matter what. They creep into every crook and cranny, they go into your system, and ultimately, it gets to the mind, and it claims your soul. And if you get stuck in vacuum, it's worse, you lack what you need. Your system shuts down. And you shrivel..keel..oh! It's just cruel to think about it. I think that's enough of scaring for a day. Cheerios.
Lovely. Bleahs.
By the time I'm done rmbring the song, I'm goign to hate it like I've never hated anything before. Never had I releaised how irritating the song could be. And sorry to those who love the song...but I really detest it. Loathe. Abhor. Abominate. Rarrl. On a brighter note, I love so many other songs. And when I went home, I went online to play that extreme sports thing, in which I had the same reaction. Head forward, head backward, hard forward, head backward...it feels clowny just by describing it. But it was pure merriment. Love it. Love it. Love it. And before we had our early recess today, I fooled around with Emmeline, LaoTao gang and company. Yeahyeah, we shot an advertisement for the LaoTao gang, and it was really funny. I don't know how she manages to come up with so much crap on the spot. How lovely, how lovely! The worst thing today was that I didn't manage to watch 'My Fair Lady'. But I can't center my life around a movie. Nah-uh. And that movie cheated me because it's not Audrey Hepburn that sings. It's someone with the sirname of Nixon. They dubbed her voice...but they've done the dubbing really well. I love looking at pictures. Looking. Looking. Looking. Analysing and thinking and imagining how the person feels. Feeling. Feeling. Feeling. Geez. I'm speaking in rounds today. I think that's enough of my writing expertise. All right people! That's all you get for today. Now go home and sleep.
Short Term Memory.
Arrararara! I can't rmb the THING! Just can't! Today we had the DNA thing. Which is, to be frank, totally boring. So when we reached the computer lab session, Pam and me shared a computer and played the game in bonus dot com. We played the extreme sports thing, while the onlooking guy, who demands that we call him Prof. Lim, looks on sadly. Haha, too bad Prof! It was fun. And I realised one thing, when the guy in the game slams into a tree or sinks into the ground when he trips over a stump, my head will follow the impact, which makes the whole thing look really funny. Tell me about it. Talk about stuff later.
Suicidal. Not.
I realised that I love saying things that may come across to others as suicidal. But hell. No way will I commit that. It's terminating your life, and that's not what God has in plan for you. Ohhoho. No way. Anyway. I like the phrase 'Kiss me Goodbye'. It feels floaty and it's like you're living in another realm. Anyway, I spent today eating lots of ground nuts and drinking soooo much water I had to go to the washroom an umpteen times to empty my bladder. It's like working overtime. Anyway, I went to a very hushed place today and spent one sixth of my time there. Wells. Hms. I don't know what to say. This isn't a very nice thing to mention about here. One thing I know, I react adversely to the topic of death. It's not that I fear death, but once it comes into my knowledge that I'm in close promiximity with someone, something that's dead, it chills me to the bones. And I feel sad when the deceased is not saved by the grace of God. It gives me a sense of melancholy. In conclusion, I'm very dispirited now. Don't talk to me. Right. Cheerios.
Typist Extraordinaire.
I love typing. I think when I grow up I should be a typist. It's my life. It's my destiny. It's rubbish. I have this distinct impression that a typist's life can get pretty boring. Except for the ones who really love typing. I don't. Whatonearth. I'm contradicting myself. Whatonearth. I don't make sense at all. Okay. Yesterday was soooo fun. I really think there's sth wrng with me. I typ in shrt form, & I go out a lot. Heh heh. Butwhocares. But still, I have to start studying. My results are a big boo-boo. I need to transform it into a object of desire. No, not really. I think there's sth wrng w me yest noe. I keep on glaring at people. Like on the bus to schl yesterday, when I was supposed to alight, I got up and suddenly glared at the boy sitting some seats away. He doubled back in shock. I found it funny. I'm a sadist. And many many more instances. Wahaha. Maybe I should try it on more people. Maybe. But I suppose not. Ooh yeah. I know how the show 'My Fair Lady' ends liao. Let me tell you. *Caution: Spoiler Ahead. A young aristocrat Freddy Eynsford-Hill falls madly in love with her. But when Higgins takes all the credit and forgets to acknowledge her efforts, Eliza angrily leaves him for Freddy, and suddenly Higgins realizes he's grown accustomed to her face and can't really live without it. Aww. Then I suppose that they fall in love. Yay! Wahaha. Cheerios.
My Fair Lady.
My life is monotonous. I've been anticipating English since the exams ended because then we watch a movie!! And the plus...no lessons! Yay! Anyway, I spent my time in class today checking out teen magazines with Pamella and hearing Pamella scold me with the word 'ahma' or 'auntie' like two thousand times already. What's wrong. Nice means nice what. You can't do anything about it Pam, nononono! Haha. Anyway, spent the day drooling over stuff I don't think I'll buy very soon. But it was fun. I rmb looking at overseas University brochures in the library with Eelin and Clara and oggling over the guys in the page and looking at everyone's hair and checking out their tans. Especially the University in Malibu, Calif. Ooh lala. So fun.
And anyway, I've been feeling rather neutral towards my results, although I won't announce it here, let's say it's all for the best. Or whatever that means. I just took that sentence from somewhere. The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plains. Let's all sing it together! Haha, I love my Fair Lady. It hurts the ears and is funny. And warning to all feminists: The langauge prof is sexist! So don't keel over watching this show. R=)=)... "Think what you're trying to accomplish," he tells her. "Think what you're dealing with. The majesty and grandeur of the English language, it's the greatest possession we have. The noblest thoughts that ever flowed through the hearts of men are contained in its extraordinary, imaginative, and musical mixtures of sounds. And that's what you've set yourself out to conquer, Eliza. And conquer it you will."
Kettle Blackened.
I have to stop correcting others' English. Firstly, it's irritating, and secondly, it's like the pot calling the kettle black. Today we watched 'My Fair Lady'. It was nice. I loved the accent those people have. And it occurred to me how irritating the Prof is for rebuking the girl's English. But it's funny because of the way he constructs his insults in such a creative manner. And the girl is to blame too. The way she scrunches up her face when she's trying to like express exasperation/whatever is amusing, if not annoying. Ooh. It's ear-piercing and it convulses her face and makes her look awful. Bless her.
Diaryland.
Oh me oh my. Canchewbelieveit? I just found out that diaryland is much, much easier to use, in sense of the Archives, but definitely not in anything else. Can't both blogger and diaryland combine so that I'll just have this perfect system? And I've thought it about the Commercialized Webbie thing, and I realised how broke the guy must be to resort to these kind of measures. *Sorry, I still am peeved about this. I keep forgetting what I have to type in here. And by the time I remember, the computer is far out of my reach. So, I forgot. That's the end of the story. I have a new, new diary. At diaryland. Yay! Haha. I feel so happy because I have just discovered what freedom of speech is. Even though I'm like on a diary, there's people reading it so you have to censor some touchy stuff. When I lock a diary...boy, you really feel that sense of the 'freedom of speech' thing! Unless some desperate people who decide to hack in there (is that even possible?) to read something that might just be insulting you. Watch out. There's one (or more) reason(s) why I'm in a dysfunctional (ww?) state:
I love pictures. Don't you ever agree? Look at the one below. Although some may just say: "just a building. no big deal". Uh, whatever. Record that picture in your mind and think about what it really is to you. The history of the building, the cultural value...Isn't it beautiful? There's the endless horizon back there, and this amazingly tall and old and sturdy-looking building. The dense stuff right at the back could pass of as haunted. And look, the cuiltivation back there looks like a vineyard. For goodness' sake, it's awesome. And the river there is the Danube River, the one that goes with the song. The famous one. Don't tell me you've never heard of it before. Okay. That previous paragraph was meant to freak people out. If you read the entire paragraph, you just wasted your time. I hope I was successful in scaring you. Cheerios.
Can't make up my mind.
Today was very fun. Today was very bad. Today was a mixture of both. Because my results were awful. Ahh. That's for later. But! Today I went to the library with Ginny and Charissa, for the pure intention of borrowing books. Not doing sit-ups between the shelves, laughing like nuts, hitting your face flat on the floor. But I didn't do that, some unknown stranger did that. Like I'll believe that myself. And I laughed for all was worth. Heh heh. Bye. Breathe in, breathe out. Arghh! Whutonearth. Firstly, the website I go to sometimes has just suddenly gone crazy and asked for people to pay for the pictures that the guy takes and posts on his website. Screw him. Bite him. Shoot him. Okay, I'm getting a tad bit violent here. Who cares! I feel like holding in my hand his looong loooong nose and shaking his head until he gets a headache that lasts for a life-time, and his nose will always feel runny so he'll feel awful and take away that brainless idea. It's turned out to be another of those Commercialized Websites. Congratulations to the perv. Rarrl.
Ignoramus.
Heyhey. The last entree is to be ignored. I was just depressed to some extent. Not that bad, but still bad. Today feels so light and airy. I'm so happieee! Not really. But happier than I've even been since that last entree. I wish I could see all that I want to see, and feel what I want to feel. Like, Germany, how to pass Geog elective with flying colours...yes. I'm speechless today. It's just that, everything I've adored is being adored again. For a moment in time, I lost interest in everything. Like everything. Oh yeah. There's CCA today, supposedly. And I heard that there wasn't so I didn't go! Now no one can blame me for not going for CCA! I didn't know! Yahaha! Too bad!
You know, I love going to libraries, especially libraries that are huge, and airy and air-conditioned. I wish I can go to this Finnish University library, which looks absolutely gorgeous. Nevermind that I don't know Finnish. Who cares? And if the librarian tries to chase me out because I'm not one of their students, I can pretend that I don't know Finnish. But it dawned on me that because it's a University, they surely have language experts there right? Aww, sheesh! I have come to a few conclusions since the week passed:
On a positive note, today seems to have been a better day than Friday. And Friday seems to have been a better day than some days I have forgotten about. But there you are. *Blooooody! Whatonearth is wrong with my blog! Rarrl! The extra wing at the bottom of the page is to be totally ignored. Unless, you want to check out the archives which is totally not worth your time and megabytes and whatever you need to have an internet connection.
Resigned to my lousiness.
Moodless All right. I feel so resigned. I guess they're right. My chinese is horrible, incorrigible, and vegetable. Oh! I failed. This isn't how it should be. I worked hard, I tried to answer the thinking questions from the bottom of my heart...obviously it wasn't enough. I know what went wrong in this chinese paper. Everything. If only I read more chinese books, if only I studied harder, if only listened harder to the teacher, if only I worked harder on a daily basis... Geez, I have so many if onlys. And this isn't going to happen, in the long run. This paper has a lot of shockers. Firstly, I shall decline to mention them. But I hope that those who got discouraged will not let their lousy marks overwhelm them to an extent where they give up. I'm one of those that gave up, and right now, I hope that it isn't too late to get up again. Hugs and kisses to the broken hearted. Believe me, I know how you feel. Your peers and many others have high expectations of you, and you feel like you've disappointed them. Cry if it would relief you, but get up knowing that you'll do better. And don't say that you'll take on other means of relief...don't scare me. Shall not rant more on this. Will someone tell me how to cry? I feel like everything's so...like constipation. I've never cried recently. And I've never cried even when I watched the sappiest and saddest romance movie or whatsoever. (Maybe only during Titanic. Hahaa). Will someone tell me how to? And I'm not crying because of my chinese. My English!!! Maybe some people out there might want to punch me for saying this, but I think I did fairly badly for my English. My situational and compo surprised me all too well; but the comprehension and summary were awful. And my Emaths...ouch to the worst degree. Whatonearth. I really have to review the paper and see what's wrong, but I've never done that in my entire life. Ah, maybe that's what's wrong all the time. Perhaps this is only the starting of the nightmare. Perhaps this may be a wake-up call. Perhaps. Today started out as rather fine, and ended rather horribly. But still, I don't want to dwell on today. Today should be awesome, and the DNA thing comfused me. But I loved the life-science lab. It was so cooling! I wish I could stay in there, locked inside the room forever. I don't know what I'll do now. I feel drained after letting out everything here. I just hope that weekends will end faster so that the checking of papers will just come and go quickly. I don't happy about anything at all. I feel miserable. I don't expect anyone to come and comfort me, but please, to some unfeeling creeps out there, don't say anything about how lousy your grades are when you've gotten a 40/50 for chinese compo. You know who you are. I'll slap you. Kidding. I never slap people. On a parting note. I'm speechless. What I need to comfort me now is to hear the German anthem's melody. That tune really does wonders for me. I know *some* people may roll their eyes. Well, bite me.
Garishness.
Too much of something is bad for you.
Something is wrong with me. I go out everyday after school now, and I tell you, I totally loathe Van Helsing, no matter how much people gush about it. Nah-uh. Don't talk about it. I even contemplate skipping school. The confessions of a truant-ter. Tomorrow, we're going to check our papers. And our class's MSG for Emaths is like, one point blah blah blah. Imagine if I get C6, and the school does a review of Sec 3P, and sees this C6 mark popping out of nowhere. It'll be embarassing. And our chinese teacher told us that one person failed for chinese MYE. Charissa and Cheryl are thinking of possible candidates for the honored role/whatever. And on top of the list is...Melissa. Yes, that's how horrible some people can get. Some people. Charissa is in the 'dance commitee' in 3P. And they're supposed to dance for the 'Buzz at Canteen' in school, in which I heard that Mr. Lim will sing. Ooh la la. I can really imagine how the thing goes. Man, we even imagined how the thing goes. At Lido. Where so many people are, and we stop right in the middle and start dancing like idiots. Okay, so it was rather eye-catching, and the place wasn't really prominent. It sounds so oxymoronic. On a positive note: I'm going to work hard for everything. And if all else fails, I'm still going to work hard. Only I don't know how to work hard.
Dancin' in the Fountain.
Oh! And I forgot. Annabel forbade me to go dancin' in the Bugis junction fountain. I mean. After hearing about some Cedarians dancing in that fountain and getting chilled to the bones, why can't I do it? On second thoughts. I take that back. No way am I even stepping near that fountain.
Who's Hitler?
No one, in my entire life, has asked me who Hitler is. I wonder what I'll reply if anyone asks. Maybe I'll go like this.
Went to Bugis today. Annabel was trying to look for a Bengawan Solo somehwere. Isn't it oh-so-true? You try to find a shop, and all the outlets in Singapore disappear. Poof! It's so annoying. But anyway, Annabel decided to take a total risk, and alighted at Bugis. Where it had so many things, but a Bengawan Solo. Aww man! And we walked for what seemed like a thousand miles. My legs hurt more than anything, and especially when I'm so short, and the earth's gravitational pull on me is much more intense. Bloody. There was also CCA today, right after exams (Yes, bloody outrageous), and the instructor or whatsoever, with her ever-changing hairstyles, picked on us. Me, Annabel, Manel, Amelia, and the rest in the middle row. Boo to the woman! Alrighty. I guess I had enough of sight-seeing today. My eyes sore from looking at so many things, and so many people. So on a parting note. The MRT stopping right in the middle of a highway incurs the fear of heights in me. Although it's breath-taking? Ahh, well. Cheerios.
Looking back...
Look at what I wrote about that AC guy. Or at least I think he's from AC. Today I went to Orchard and saw him. I almost fainted. Because I remembered that I mentioned about him here. I still can't take it in. It's too coincidental you know? It's like, I thought about him today and today he appears. But whatever. The AC guy is so over. Forgotten. Bye. Had so much fun. Utter and nutter fun. Can't say I had fun when I mugged for exams. But, oh boy. You can't compare exams to shopping. It's absurd. Now what on earth was I talking about? I think I'm so light-headed right now. Not in the right state of mind. After that AC guy. (He just stood next to a pillar and sulked. Can't say that he was...appealing. No way.) I feel so...unjustified? After tons and tons of shoe hunting, I haven't found the nicest pair of shoe. Okay. I'll be honest. I like every pair of shoe I see. It's so difficult to choose one out of all. The aunty type, and ahma type, and casual type, the type with heels...ooh! It's enough to make my head swim. In fact, my head really is swimming right now. Curse the shoes! On a parting note, let me tell you that I love shoes, Germany, Alaska, and English. Awesome mawsome! Oh no. I forgot that there's such a thing as an IC. I forgot all about it. I was supposed to make it today. Are the immigration people going to kill me?
Gone. Gone. Gone.
How come everyone's like shying away from me? My go-to-school morning joys are all gone. All those things that stopped me from sleeping in the bus are all gone. They're gone. I know they're never going to come back. Feel like crying.
Look at what happened to the guy that smells like champagne every morning. He's gone. The thing that me and Lynette started to do since the beginning of time. Haha...it's really funny. We were like walking into school, and then Lynette or I said 'You know when people walk past you, and you can smell the after-scent or whatever?'
Then Emmeline saw him the other in TP Mac. A------ should just go to the supermarket, get a bottle of a man's spray stuff, and spray it on her pillow. She's so despo. Haha. But guys don't smell nice after a whole day of moving around. So, fergeddit. Anyway. Just the other day I saw the AC guy. And it occured to me how small he looked. Sure, tall guy, skinny guy. But he looks really small, tiny, like he's just a newborn to his whole generation of that type of people. Even his younger brother looks older. But probably not much better. Shan't elaborate. Exams are over. For now. And I'm going out. Today. Yay! Hallelujah! I'm going to play the playground at Butterfly avenue! What's wrong with that? huh. Oh. My. Goodness. The archive thing budged an inch! Thanks to Sarah! Yayeeee!!!
Chinese rocks my socks.
Utter sheesh and utter bish. I don't know how to make the archive thing obey me. It's all gone wrong, and the page doesn't exist at all. Well, I suppose I'll get down to it sometime or another. I'll definitely get down to it. Only I detest html as much as...say, Chinese? My blog account doesn't look anything like the model one. Or is there one at all? I suspect it's to just make innocent and unknowing people like me feel useless. Blogspot or whatsoever! You have accomplished in your mission. I admit defeat. Now act like a normal account, will you?
Bottomless Abyss.
You know when you want something to happen,
Today's Bio test was okay. It's just okay, you know? I don't know whether it's difficult, and it's either because
Sheesho. I feel so quiet today. It's like I don't feel like embracing anything today. This totally dull/numb feeling. I don't feel like shouting. It's awfully awful. Well. I nothing to say. Zilch. As Seacrest always lamely says. Melissa, Out!
Nightmare.
Oh. Moan moan moan. The tests are becoming a nightmare. An eternal limbo. I'm so glad that they're going to end on Monday, although I have Bio and Amaths together. Lovely. Ooh ah ah. Thanks to God for bringing me through all these. It's just awful. Listening to this sermon about the true 'Passion of the Christ'. It's awfully touching. It's awfully moving. It makes me feel angry towards the brutality of the human race. It's just awful, how the human race can be. It's amazing how Jesus can put up with all these humiliation. Praise God. Stayed in school to study for Bio and Amaths. Unfortunately, I had no materials for any of these subjects. So guess what I did? Study, duh. And play connect four with Annabel. So fun. Really. Only Annabel and Charissa bailed from the library once because Em----- like buuuuurped. Real loud and solid. The eighth wonder of the world. Shall not play the role of Miss Sarcastic. I'm a nice, sweet, and laughly girl. Right. Enough of crapping. The biologist and mathematician shall go and study. And guess what? I don't have to go to school on Tuesday because I don't have exams on that day. Pure jubilation. Hallelujah! I have a sudden surge of passion to read books. Sophie Kinsellas.
Modern and Perfect life.
I've just like rebounded or whatever from my kampung life. I have a new fridge! Not the grotty, old, and spoilt fridge! It's gleaming, it's new. Gosh. It even smells new. Hip, hip, hooray! It's a new, new, day!
Prowess Impressed upon us.
Oh me oh my. The chemistry test was yet again, awesome. The teachers showed their prowess when we got the paper. We, unsuspecting, innocent girls got caught away by the uber-difficult paper. And now. Now. I'm okay with it. Because when I get the results back, then will I wake up from this whole surreal thing. And amazingly, I got high doing the Emaths paper. Like, high. Yeah, well. I'll study for HUMAN Geography now. And social studies (I wonder if that makes me a socialist) and Physics. Wow. Wow. Wow. Three totally different things at once. One day. At a shot. Eech. I think I'll stop repeating my points again and again. It's getting irritating. Walking out of school, for 350m, is what many do everyday. Only those with cars don't walk. Sniff sniff. And I wuv it. It's fun. Okay, not really. But if your friend is walking out with you, yes. It's amazing how much crap I manage to spew out of my puny brain. The houses, the road, the puddle of water, the teacher from the primary school talking. You know, it really reminds me of my primary school days. Those days when math used to be easy, compared to now. Those days when we were innocent little chilren, just quarelling over a biscuit (okay, I still do. whatever), hot skotch (spelling's twisted)...amazing. The age of innocence. Ooh! Wake up! This is secondary school. Getting demoted is not a choice. Well, well. Time to stop. Physics. Here I come! Yeeeeaaah! SS/Geog! I am so ready to P-A-S-S. Yeah, right. On a parting note, my chinese teacher always tells me that my chinese handwriting is beautiful. But not the content. Oh bloody. Why can't she just tell me to buck up and stop slacking in class...actually that sounds like boot camp. Okay, I love the soft approach. Bloody. I think I've been reading too much Sophie Kinsellas. There's so many 'bloodys' everywhere. Well, farewell. I think I'm slipping into oblivion already.
Prude.
Prudish pigs. Prudish pigs. Doesn't it sound cute? Haha. Emaths and Chem exams in two days' time. I shall enjoy my time on earth before I go. Don't miss me if I disappear into oblivion. (Geez, I can't believe that I'm so crappy.) On a positive note, I have run out of positives. So there. Buh-bye.
Complexity
Hey. I suddenly have this Germany-Melissa complex thing. Just like an enzyme-substrate complex. Only it's like an antithesis. Because I do not feel attached to Germany. In fact, I have this 'Oh, Germany? Okay, so?' rxn now. And I feel wicked. I feel happy. But still like Germany, to a tiny extent. I wonder how people can remember things, like Chinese so well, remember like their life depended on it, and their results come out, bronzed and polished. And here am I, hanging onto the edge of the rope, and still, my brain refuses to burn into my brain any of those silly ci yus. Well, the thing is, I can barely care, which is definitely not the right attitude if I
How can they turn the Chinese language into a subject? A language has no boundaries, as far as I've perceived, but they have this thing called the 'shou ce', and that sets the boundary. School is awesome,
On a parting note, I shall conclude that I still have to mugggg for everything. Bummer. And also, I wish I could meet guys with wickedly sexy English accents, if there are any of them out there, e.g. Prince William. His accent isn't that wicked though. Someday, my Prince will come
Sneeeeze!
Yesterday, sth happened. Sth that almost made me jump out of my seat in the bus. Sth that almost made me laugh out loud. Some old man (ahpek) at the back of the bus i took sneezed. And it was thunderous. Amazing. I was awed by the amount of energy he could've used up just for a sneeze. I jumped about a fair inch. And i tried to contain my laughter. It just reminded me of Charissa. I don't know why. Sports day was...fun. Our class, 3P, won the 2nd for the 4x400m race. I'm so happy! Yay 3P, you rock! So fun. I liked the cheerleading too. It was rather funny. I was comparing all the routines to that of 'Bring it On'. That made lots of our routines look really bad. Shan't describe. P.S. J'adore God!
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