I'M BACK!!!!

As you can see from the title, I'm back from Malaysia!!!

I did lots of shopping and bought two Disney movies, Oliver and Company as well as Aristocats. I always wanted to watch the former since young, while the latter bring back fond childhood memories. I also bought a Beauty and the Beast special edition soundtrack CD. Really childish, but I am still young at heart so it's okay!

In Genting, it was sooooooo cold. It was so cold till the point when we spoke, our breathe turned to mist. It looked like we were puffing out smoke from our mouths. The lowest temperature we recorded there was 13 degrees Celsius, but it was probably not the coldest temperature we experienced there. The hotel room we booked was pitifully small, and it was a horrible squeeze. The hotel in Malacca was much better, and there were more channels available for the television too.

Also, I ate loads of good food,especially during the Christmas Eve hotel buffet in Malacca which was really expensive. I drank shark fin soup, (it's cruel, I know. But I can't let the shark die in vain right? So waste not, want not!) and even ate a raw oyster!!! It was cold and slimy, but otherwise, it was pretty good. I ate mostly desserts at the buffet along with my sisters. You could say that dessert was the main course for us. There was a candle on the table, and strangely, ours seemed to burn much more fiercely than any other table. The wax was soon dripping down and the candle was getting really short, so a waiter replaced the candle. However, the same thing happened to the next candle, and in the end, the waiter removed the replacement candle and we were left in a candle-less state. We all got a party pack which contained noise-makers and a paper mask but unfortunately, such things hold no appeal for my sisters and I, so we are probably going to give them away to the neighbours' kid.

Anyway, it's getting late, so I shall stop blogging now.

Homework...

So far, I have left A math, E math, Physics, SS task 3, geography LORMS questions, and the chem podcast. Thankfully, all I have to do for the podcast is to add in the background music and do the final editing. I have completed english, chinese, and SS task 1+2 earlier during the holiday because of the deadline. I wish the school placed deadlines that are during the holidays on every piece of homework. That way, I will definitely be able to finish all of them before school re-opens.

Okay, I have to do the chem podcast now, so adieu!

Nothing in Particular...

Out of 16 of my holiday homework, I have completed 5. And I count them this way.

1/2 complete chemistry worksheet on Atmosphere and Environment + 1/2 complete chemistry worksheet on Redox reaction = 1 completed worksheet

Lovely right? So I have loads of half completed or quarter completed worksheets rotting away on my table which was previous empty but now resembles a rubbish dump.

Now, I shall update you on recent events. Mum flew to China yesterday, so my sisters and I were left to fend for ourself in Singapore. My father is still in Singapore, but since he is going to be at work most of the time, he is negligible. No mother nagging at me for using the computer means.... My younger sister is going to do it. Sigh... No unlimited hours spent on the computer for me... And also, no mum means we have to do housework. The thing is, housework and me doesn't mix well. I am a perfectionist, and if I really get into it, I will sweep the floor like a maniac, sweeping under the cupboards, mats, shelves, school bags, etc. That's why I always take like an hour to sweep the whole house. And it's not like I am living in a bungalow. I live in a really tiny condominium unit. My sisters hate me doing housework. Because either I take it too seriously till the point that I become I nuisance, or I will be a dunce at it. Another option is that I will be in a bad mood and keep on cursing and nagging while I sweep the floor.

But mum being away is not really a bad thing. Dad's more lenient with us, so today, while we were at J8, we went to Popular to buy my school books. I asked my dad if I could buy a book, and to my utmost delight, he said yes. I was over the moon. Mum had stopped buying me books this year, and this was probably like the second or third time (somewhere around there. I know it will not be more than the fifth time) they are buying a book for me (I bought Inkdeath by the way, to complete my Cornelia Funke collection). Furthermore, when we were doing grocery shopping, my father let us buy loads of junk food. Haha... When my mum gets back, she will be greeted by fatties!!!

Happy...

Yay!!! The horrid chinese O-levels are finally over (I flunked it, so I can kiss higher chinese goodbye next year) !!! The dreadful Social Studies (SS) essay is done too!!! Hooray! Unfortunately, I left tons of holiday homework uncompleted. I left the chinese book review and oral passages. Not to mention english in which I had done absolutely nothing. Biology, A math, E math (is there even homework for it?), chemistry, physics, task 3 of SS, and geography are also left undone. I shall now start on another topic that is more cheerful.

The lastest books I had bought are:

Coraline by Neil Gaiman ($12+)
Royal Assassin by Robin Hobb (around $19)
Fool's Fate by Robin Hobb (around $19)
(I don't think I bought anymore, but I won't be surprised if I missed out a few)

I love books by Robin Hobb!!! They are brilliant and one of the best fantasy books I had ever read. Coraline was pretty good too even though I almost didn't dare to sleep because of the creepy other mother in the story with the black button eyes (literally, it isn't a phrase to describe how the eyes looked) and the nasty rats. I don't know why, but the rats kind of freak me out. But don't worry, the book isn't that creepy. If I want to really scare myself, I will go read Stephen King. All I did was to read the very first story in the book in the book Night Shift, and I didn't dare to sleep for the whole week. I also promptly returned that book to the library without reading the other stories. That was the first time I returned a book to the library without finishing it.

Okay, enough for today. Bye!!!

Exams...

The exams are finally over!!! Hooray! Unfortunately, I don't think I will score very well as all I did was last minute revision. The only subject that I have a chance of scoring an A1 in is probably elective geography. Anyway, bought three books to celebrate the end of exams, but it burnt a big hole in my pocket. It doesn't really matter though, thanks to the birthday money given to me by my aunt.

Anyway, got to go read manga now, so no more till the next time I blog. Bye!

Presents...

Today, Sheila and I gave Ying Jie her birthday present... I gave her a hand phone strap with her name on it, but as the card I made was not completed, I did not give it to her. Since there will be a calligraphy competition tomorrow anyway, I shall give it to her then. The card is currently with Sheila so that she can write things inside and decorate it too.

And last but not least, THANK YOU FOR THE EARLY BIRTHDAY PRESENT SHEILA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The earrings and bracelet are really nice! The suprise in the box was so unexpected, the note practically jumped out at me. Hee... Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!! :)

Nothing much...

Felt bored, so I decided to blog. I went for the piano inter-class and it was okay, except for the fact that half-way through playing, I played a wrong note, so I said that I wanted to vomit out blood (in chinese). Brenice who was sitting next to me, heard it, and she started to laugh. I don't know why, but I started to laugh too even though it wasn't very funny and in the end, my piece was played really badly as I kept stopping to laugh. It was just as well that I only joined the inter-class for fun as I will never get into the next round.

My class had CIP last week, or the week before the last, and it was pretty fun. We brought some old folks along with us to the gallery in LTA, and I was "looking after" a granny with a hunched-back. She was alright, except for the fact that she was convinced that another older middle-aged man that came together with the old folks was a pervert as he kept hanging around the girls and talking to them. It was a pretty hilarious, but still, it would be rude to laugh, so I just humoured the granny by nodding my head.

Alright, I have updated my blog, so I shall go read my manga now. Bye!!!

Allergy...

Today, I found out what I was allergic to. It was none other than royal jelly. It was horrible. I had a terrible blocked nose, and my eyelids swelled up. I think my fingers swelled a little too. I shall never eat royal jelly again.

This morning, everything was perfectly fine and dandy. I ate my favourite cheese cake for breakfast and drank honey water with some royal jelly added into it. As mentioned in my previous posts, I have hair loss problems, so my mother made me drink that, as my father's hair loss problem improved after taking royal jelly. Instead, for me, the results were horrible. First, I had a really bad blocked nose, but I dismissed it as it was pretty normal for me to have blocked or runny noses in the morning. Later in the day, my eyelids swelled. I look frigging terrible. I looked like a Korean before plastic surgery. And to top off my new slit-eye look, my ears were very red and according to my family members, my face was a little swollen. Grrrr... I had to spend the whole day with my sisters laughing at me and calling me a Korean. How immature and childish. Being 18 and 13, they should know better.

But on a brighter note, I got to skip my piano lesson today. Unfortunately, it means I have to have double lessons next week... In all, my eyes feel strange, like I have been crying really hard for the whole day, and my blocked nose have transformed into a runny nose with a never ending stream of mucus. I must have killed a gazillion trees today by the amount of tissues I used.

All right, that's all for today... Bye!

Chinese Oral is over!!!!

Hoorray! My chinese oral is over!!!!! Haha... My bio test is over too!!! Yay!!! I don't think I did very well in both of them, but they are already over and I don't care anyhow.

Anyway, something funny happened to me. I switched on the computer and I saw this Microsoft Word document titled ",. cgjk" saved on the desktop. I assumed that it was some crappy stuff done by my younger sister, so I went to delete it. But to be on the save side, I decided to open the document to make sure. As my computer was still kind of slow as it has not started up properly, when the document was first opened, all I saw was a blank word document. Pissed, I remarked to my cousin who was behind me. "Who is that stupid idiot wh..." Then, the computer finished loading the pictures and they appeared.

No, they were not porn pictures. Instead, I found myself staring at the pictures of the fried rice I cooked last year for the Home Economic test. It was then, I realized that the stupid idiot who saved this crappy stuff in the computer was me. How embarrassing... I shall never insults idiots who save rubbishy things in the computer before I know who exactly the idiot is.

Alright, I am done blogging now, bye!

I hate school...

I hate my school, I hate my class, I hate my classmates and I hate the school for not closing down.

Four or five pupils in my school has gotten H1N1 and yet, we are still going to school. Life is hell for me right now. I spent more than $30 on books alone on Monday and Friday at Parkway, Borders, without telling my mother. On Friday, I was in great agony as I silently debated in my head whether to buy book 3 and 4 of the Anne of Green Gables series or to buy Inkdeath, the third book in the Inkheart trilogy (at least I think it is a trilogy). Inkdeath was on offer. It was priced at a mere $19.90 compared to the thirty plus dollars it was selling for at Popular and the offer ends on the 9th of July, which is this coming Thursday. I didn't really see whether the offer was only appiled for Borders' card holders, but I think the offer appiles to everyone. After spending a long, long time thinking, I finally bought book 3 and 4 of the Anne of Green Gables series. I shall try my luck at persuading my parents to go to Parkway this weekend. Maybe I can pester my father to buy Inkdeath for me.

And for the whole of last week, life was a mad rush for me. Every single day was spent trying to complete my holiday homework, trying to read as many library book as possible, and trying to hide my new books from my younger sister and mother. Being the wonderful, multi-tasker I am, I managed everything perfectly expect for the very last item on my list. I had carelessly left my new books on my table under my chinese work book, and Putty, being the usual, awful, peeping and prying snoper she was, had to poke around my table. She always does that, and I always tolerated her behaviour as previously, I had nothing to hide except perhaps for some Pocky sticks I had bought. So, when Putty discovered the books, she picked them up and waved them in front of my face and said somewhat self-rightously "I don't recall you buying these..." as though she expected me to fall at her feet crying and confessing everything about how I had aquired those books before burning everything because it was a sin to keep anything hidden from her. I took a look, and said calmly, "I borrowed them from Wei Qi. Why?" I don't know whether did she swallowed those lies or not, but she placed the books down after examining them closely as though she could see and identify my finger prints on them. Now, I shall have to go through the trouble of discarding the receipts carefully before either my mother or Putty finds out (yes, my mother actually dig out the receipts she finds in our rubbish bin and examine them). Perhaps I can burn or swallow them, but that's too much trouble.

I have blogged enough for today, so I shall stop here. Bye!

Drama Queen...

My younger sister is such a drama queen. As per normal, when I woke up in the wee hours of the morning, I found my younger sister's legs on my bed. Annoyed and pissed, I shoved them off, rolled over, and tried to fall asleep again. but unfortunately for me, Putty replaced her filthy feet on my bed. I shoved them off again. This repeated itself for a countless amount of time, and in the end, pissed off and sleep-depraved, I used my legs to kick her legs off. Again, this was repeated over and over and over again...

Finally, fed up and royally pissed, I moved my legs in a running movement directed at Putty's pesky legs and it was a great success. I managed to repel her legs but it was pretty tiring. Putty got mad then, and she sat up and glared at me. Unfortunately (for her), I was as blind as a bat without my glasses, so her death-glare was not very effective. As my blindness was coupled together with the darkness, I could only make out her face as a blob that is extremely blurred at the edges. We glared at each other (or rather she glared while I stared glassily into the distance) for what seems to be an eternity when she moved. Whole-heartedly sick and tired of gazing at nothing, I took this chance to tell her "Too bad, you moved. You lost the glaring match." in the snobbiest tone I could muster before going to the toilet after I had switched on the desk lamp in the room to irritated Putty. In the toilet, I promptly washed my hands and feet with Dettol as I felt unclean after touching Putty's feet. I went back into the room, switched off the lamp and went back to bed. After a short while, I got up again, switched on my desk lamp, went to the toilet (again) as my bladder was full. when I got back, I had switched off the lamp and was in my bed when Putty spoke "You just don't dare to look back at me." was her words. Calmly and talking to her as if I was addressing a two year old, I told her I wasn't so dumb and stupid to waste my time and energy on such trivial matters. Then, Putty said "If I took a knife, you would be dead!". But as I wasn't paying attention, I didn't hear what she said, so I retorted back " Took what? Took what? Do you think I care?" Putty then stormed out of the room and went to the kitchen. As she had left the door open, I got out of bed to close it. As I stood by the door, I briefly considered locking her out of the room, but being the nice person I am, I resisted the temptation to do so. When Putty came back, I was already warm and snug in my bed and she told me that she had always wanted to do this. All this while, my back was facing her, but as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat, and I rolled over to see what the hell was she going on about.

It was then, I saw the fruit knife in her hand.

As Putty had switched on the main light of the room, the blade glittered menacingly under the bright light. Sadly, my first emotion was nothing but amusement. I swear that this is true. The fruit knife was so tiny. Then, the fear set in. It wasn't fear of death but fear that I would be in great pain as I died. I had entertained thoughts of death occasionally, but dying under the hand my annoying younger sister by a stab wound done with an insignificant fruit knife was definitely not on my list of "How I want to die". Knowing that Putty would never have the guts to really stab me, also pretty much made this nothing but a really dramatic performance staged by an attention seeker. Perhaps that was what made me irritated. I informed Putty in a cold voice how it doesn't matter to me whether does she kill me or not as sooner or later, I was still going to die anyway. It was then Putty brought the knife down...

... on to the mattress, creating a stab wound on my beloved teddy bear bedsheets and mattress. I admit that when she brought the knife down, I flinched, thinking that perhaps Putty had really gone off her rocker and was really going to kill me. When I realized she had mutilated my bed, I told her in a sing song voice that I was going to tell mum, then she would be the one that is dead. Pretty childish and immature I know, but it is nice to be a tattle-tale occasionally. When Putty had replaced the knife and was back in her bed, seeking solace in her mobile phone, I looked at the alarm clock and felt pissed off at being woken up before 5 a.m. in the morning just to watch her drama performance that was entirely wasted on me and told Putty so.

Later in the afternoon, Putty messaged me and apologised for "frightening" me. How degrading that term was and not to mention untrue (kind of, I wasn't really scared for 85% of the time). Hence I informed her that her apology was accepted but I was definitely not frightened. But still, perhaps I should invent an electrical fence to place all around my bed. The fence is like a plank of wood, only that it is plastic and at one side of the fence, it is lined with electrical wires designed to give anyone who touches it a shock that is strong enough to hurt, but not enough to kill. The side of the fence that does not have electrical wires will be the side that is facing you, hence you won't get electrocuted as plastic is not able to conduct electricity. I am sure it would be a best seller.

It's getting late so I shall stop blogging now. Bye...

Failure...

For the first time in my entire life, I was not at least in the top fifteen of the class. Heck! I didn't even make it to the top twenty let alone thirty...

For the first time in my life, I didn't get a single A1 or A2 and not to mention, it's the first time my level position has reached the hundreds and fifties... I really really HATE my class. The people in my class are the type which study for fun and devour textbooks whole for lunch. They are the kind of people who probably can afford to play computer games the night before an exam, and still achieve an A1. Why? Why? Why couldn't God have bestowed upon me a better brain with more brain cells? Why can't I get into the mood to study one month before the exams? Why do I have to daydream whenever I am studying? I swear, that out of an hour I am "studying", at least half an hour is wasted on building castles in the air. Really, it's true, I'm not exaggerating. I always study the night before exams, and it has always worked for me. Till now. I feel like screaming and tearing out my hair my the roots, but that is just going to add on to my hair-loss problem. See? Ever since secondary 2 I have been so stressed till I have been losing hair. When I got to sec 3, and when the mid-year exams were around the corner, I lost more hair. Its a wonder that I am not bald by now.

Alright, enough of my hair-loss problem. Let's talk about a person whom I shall call Mr. X in this blog post. First of all, I HATE YOU MR. X!!!!! It's all because of you that my parents are so pissed at me. Why do you have to tell them that more than half of the cohort got an A1 for math? May I remind you that out of those people, 99.9% have tuition whereas I do not. And for your information, my class is not average!!! How can a class, whose top pupil rank fourth in level be average? Now, my parents are left with the impression that I rank 37/42 in an average class. And let me tell you, three of my scores are almost A2s. They are 69.1, 69.3, and 69.6 respectively. All of them needs less than one mark to become an A, so you can just keep your big, fat mouth shut. Oh yeah, I should tell you something, you should take care of the skin on your face more. Currently, it looks a whole lot like the moon. Full of craters and all if you get my drift. I can't imagine how you can even have a girlfriend.

All right, I am done ranting for now, hence I shall stop blogging and waste my time on other areas which I feel are more meaningful.

Ewwww...

Gross! Gross! Gross!!! Ewwwww... I had washed my feet two times with Dettol and I still feel that my left foot is unclean. I shall now relate my tale, which had freaked me out greatly, to you...

I was using the computer, and after playing Pet Society in Facebook, I had decided not to go blogging as there was nothing interesting to blog about. As I had a sore throat, I went to the kitchen to refill my water bottle as the water level was dangerously low. So, like the many previous trips, I went to the kitchen and refilled my bottle without incident. As I was stepping out of the kitchen (I recall I was half in and half out of the door way), I brought my left foot down on something...

Something that went...

"CRACK..."

I froze immediately, and fearing for the worse (I thought I had stepped on a cockroach. There is nothing else that scares me more than cockroaches except for the Dark, ghosts that probably only exist in my imagination and so on and so forth...), I lifted up my foot and steeled myself to look down.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

I released a loud and somewhat hoarse shriek (due to my sore throat) when I realized what I had stepped on. An unmoving baby lizard was on the floor, by the doorway of the kitchen. I was pretty sure I had squashed the unfortunate lizard flat on the marble floor by stomping on it unintentionally with my big feet, but as the lighting was dim, I could not see properly and was not really sure about that. Hence, I remained rooted to the spot, and like the dummy I was, I was squawking out loudly "Gross,gross, gross!!!" over and over again like a spoilt tape recorder. Then, to my astonishment, the lizard crawled away. My sisters went out of their rooms to see what was the commotion about, and when they found out, they started laughing like crazy. My younger sister, Putty (that's her nickname, don't ask me why), went to pry my father out of his room where he was watching telly to make him catch the lizard. My father was very amused and when he tried to catch the lizard, it almost ran into the room of my elder sister. I was so freaked out that I screamed. Very loudly. For some weird reason, I thought that the lizard was going to run towards me.

When my father caught the lizard, I wanted to ask him was the lizard strange looking in any way such as whether did it had an oddly-shaped head or was it kind of flat-looking compared to other lizards. However, ignorance is bliss, and I decided that I didn't really want to know and frankly, I don't really care about whether did I disfigure the lizard for life or something. I went to the toilet and washed my feet two times with anti-bacteria wash before returning to the computer. I shall be traumatized for life now. Why do all the experiences that freaks me out got to do with lizards? There was once when I was in primary1 or 2, the boys threw a half rotten lizard on to my seat. I got so scared till I cried (just a few tears leaked out, I didn't start to bawl loudly). I am glad to say that at the sight of my tears, the boys got so panicky and frightened, so they immediately cleared the lizard away. They even cleaned my chair. How nice of them one may say, but if they weren't so playful and started to play with decomposing lizards, none of that would have happened.

In all, my sore throat is worse, my sisters are sniggering at me, and I am labelled as a girly-girl by my family due to my shrieking. Not exactly a good day for me I suppose. And now, my computer time is up, so I shall stop blogging now.

Exams are over!!!!

Hooray! The exams are finally over!!! No more studying and less stress for me now!!! Yipee! I can now read all the books I want, watch all the movies that interest me and play computer games without feeling guilty!!! Haha... Feeling extremely happy today. I would be even happier if the bio paper today wasn't so hard. I died at the MCQs... But still, it's over and I can't do a thing about it anymore. So, I shall forget everything that have got to do with exams, and concentrate on relaxing instead... I anticipate, yet dread next week, because I will get to find out how well or badly I have done for my exams. I shall not expect too much because I didn't really work hard. I mean I did work hard, but I could do better. Ah well... But I am pretty certain that I did not do too badly. At most I shall fail physics and A math but I was already weak in them in the first place.

My cousin, Chang Fang, just supplied me with maybe twenty-nine or thirty books. I can't wait to sink my teeth into them. But they are kind of stinky and old. No, I do not mind old books, but I am scared that while reading, I may find some sort of "surprise" in them (silver fish, bits of food, unknown pieces of odd looking stuff etc.). As I like to read books lying on my bed, I shudder to think of those free gifts landing on my pillow or coming into contact with my hands. However, the few books that I had already read are relatively surprise-free, so I shall hope that the same goes for the rest. Another bad thing about old books are that it is just too hard to find their sequel. For instance, I had read an extremely good book that I liked, but then it was in a series and I was only in possession of the first book. Thinking that perhaps I could go buy the sequels, I flipped to the front of the book and realized that the book was published in around 1989. Grrrrr.... So the chances of me being able to find the sequels are like next to nothing. Heck, it is almost impossible for me to find a book published in 2003 (or 2004, I can't remember). Perhaps I can buy it online on sites like eBay, but I am not sure it is a good idea. For one thing, the prices are always inflated, and for another thing, I do not have a credit card. Hence, I can stop daydreaming about reading Demon Witch, sequel to Hellhole, in the Sorcerers of the Nightwing series. Oh, and I checked my book. It was first published in 2002, but the edition I have was published in 2003. Actually, I have found the second book in my school library, but it was in chinese, so naturally, I did not read it. But later on, I regretted it and went back into the library to borrow the book and guess what? I could not find the book. I have went to the library multiple times and I still have not found the book till today. The search is still ongoing but I shall give it up I think. It's not as if I will enjoy the book thoroughly when it is written in chinese. Yeah, I know it's my mother tongue and I take Higher Chinese too, but in my opinion, those are pretty feeble excuses for me to love chinese.

I have decided that this blog entry is long enough, hence I shall stop here. I have still not gotten the hang of ending my blog posts properly, so I shall just say a good bye and end here.

DIE!!!!!

To whoever who has my mobile phone, let me warn you that the possession of others' belongings without their consent is constituted as THEFT!!!!! And if you dare delete any of my songs, you are so dead... In fact, you are already on my list of who to kill... And how nice! You happen to be the first! Aren't you honored? I shall kindly tell you what is in store for you.

First, I have given you a first class ticket to Hell. Oh no, you don't have to thank me, it comes with the package I am offering to you. Second, you can burn off your fats in the eternal flames of Hell. In fact, let me turn you around on the spit. Don't you enjoy the heat? Anyway, you don't have to be grateful, it is my pleasure to roast you like a suckling pig. Third, I shall gorge out your eyes, so that there will be no chance of you getting cataracts when you are old. Isn't it kind of me? And now, for the grand finale... Stick out your tongue... No, I'm not going to cut it of. What do you take me for? I am deeply insulted... Yes, you ought to be ashamed of yourself, thinking that such a kind sweet girl like me would do such a thing. Good... Good... Now I shall pull your tongue so hard till you turn inside out. Isn't it fun? Huh? Stop making weird sounds, I can't understand you. Don't you know that it is impossible for one to speaking when you are holding your tongue? Even though it is me doing the holding, or rather pulling, the rule still applies. Oh! Look! I'm all done. I have to say, you look much better than before now that you are inside out. Hey, say something will you? You should at least thank me for the wonderful make-over I gave you. Yoo hoo... You deaf or something? If you don't reply me soon, I shall kick you in the ass... You think I don't dare to do it? You think I am kidding? Well, let's see how well will you response to this.

OW! OW! My foot! My poor foot... You nasty creature! Dying on me like that! You have not even returned me my phone! Give. It. Back. Grrrr... I shall dismember you body and see how well you like that. I shall scoop out your entrails and leave it out for the scavengers! This is what happens when you found my phone, rejected all my calls and probably sold it to some second-hand shop. Noooooo... My beloved Nokia E66!!! Come back to me!!!

HOORAY!!!!!

Hooray! My piano exams are finally over!!! Woo hoo! No more irritating exam pieces and scales! The piano exam today went pretty well. The examiner told me to play C major. I was so surprised. And best of all, out of all the scales he tested me, perhaps I only really flunked three. The rest of the scales were played correctly albeit with a few stumbles and I completely flunked the side singing. All I did was to do a few random la la la's and hoped for the best. As for side reading, it was not up to my usual standard but I think I passed. The examiner was a male, so it means that he is more likely to be lenient. He called me by my elder sister's name by accident once. Luckily I didn't laugh. Overall, I feel that I had probably passed, and I managed to miss school and assembly. Ha ha ha... I feel so bad about missing the last two lessons as I could still go back to school for them, but hey, I'm not so stupid. Going back to school means that I have to attend assembly, and I HATE assembly. It is boring and an utter waste of time. Anyway, enough of blogging now, bye!

Stressed...

School sucks nowadays. I did some calculations, and to my horror, I realized that 58% of our schools days have tests on them. We have at least 3 tests a week, and worse of all, I didn't do really well...

For starters, I got my progress report today. Needless to say, my results are horrible. In fact, your eyes will burn upon looking at them, so you better don't piss me off or I shall unleash the curse of the progress report on you. I am in a cranky mood today because I FAILED Additional mathematics. I can't believe it... I actually FAILED!!! I got a freaking 40! 40!!!! Although it was expected, my heart is still in excruciating pain right now. I... actually... failed... a subject...

However, my overall was still 70 plus a few odd decimals which is pretty good considering the fact that Brenice scored 80+ for A. math and her average was only around 76. This means that only my A. math is weaker than hers and with coaching... Hee hee... You better watch out Brenice! Chinny is going to win you! Hahaha... (Alright, so I am a bit competitive, but so what? Everyone else is...)

Anyway, the pressure and stress are taking their toll on me. I have lots of disturbing dreams lately, all concerning death, poisonous snakes, and namely, moi. In the dreams, I am either the victim of Death, or the harbinger of Death. In one of the dreams, I had just woken up, and I noticed a snake coiled up on the ledge next to my bed. I thought my sisters had placed a toy snake there to frighten me, so naturally, I just reached out my hand to grab the "toy snake". Before I knew it, the "toy snake" reared its ugly head and striked, biting me on the hand. As the snake was a Black Mamba, I was dead in half an hour. I woke up from that dream feeling nonplussed and annoyed.

In another of my dreams, I was a trainee in a hospital, and there was a basket full of poisonous snakes of all species in front of me. There was a doctor in a doctors' coat and he was wearing a surgical mask along with me. We were making our rounds, checking on the patients. The doctor was telling me about each and every poisonous snakes, and as he told me how a human will die when bitten, I will place a poisonous snake into a patients bed. I will then watch on as the snake bit them and I will calmly observe the patient flailing about in their death throes. When the patient was dead, the doctor and I will just move on to the next bed (with a patient on it) and the same thing will happen, except that a different species of poisonous snake is used instead. That was the most sadistic dream I ever had. After telling my weird dreams to my family (including the one where my sister was possessed) in great detail, they have came to the conclusion that I am severely disturbed. I blame this on stress. Stress has caused me lots of trouble. I have more pimples, became more forgetful, and I am constantly tired.

I shall now stop wallowing in self-pity. Let's move on to cheerier subjects. THE HOLIDAYS ARE HERE!!! THEY ARE FINALLY HERE!!! And today, while reading the newspaper, I realized there will be a Times book fair and MPH is having a store wide discount!!! Oh joy, oh joy!!! Unfortunately I have no money and with my current grades, I shall probably get very little reward money, if I get any at all that is. That's all for today, hence I shall end this blog post now... Bye!!!

Nothing in Particular...

On Thursday night, I had a horrible dream. It involved my whole family (including my younger sister who was possessed and a non-existent younger brother). A summary of the dream would be something like this.

My possessed younger sister killed my young brother. After his funeral, my parents went on a holiday to ease their grief (my mother was suffering from depression), leaving my two sisters and I alone at home. After some long boring part of the dream that I shall not bother to mention, I found out the identity of the murderer and went to my elder sister room to sleep for the night instead as I feared that she may take my life at night (yes, we share a room). In the middle of the night, I was just going to fall asleep when someone opened the room door a fraction and peeked in. I shut my eyes and pretended to be sleeping. The person (it was my younger sister) shut the door and went into the kitchen. I could hear odd clicking noises emitting from there and after a while, my possessed younger sister opened the door of the room my elder sister and I were sleeping at and left it ajar. I could hear her go back to her room and shut the door. After a while, when all was still and quiet again, my curiosity got the better of me and I decided to find out the source of the clicking noise. I rose and tried to wake my elder sister, but she was sleeping like a log and would not stir, so I went alone.

In the kitchen, I found out that my younger sister had left the gas stove on. Realizing that she intended to gas us to death, I switched off the gas. Suddenly, I could hear the squeaking of the door of my room (the room that my younger sister was in). feeling scared, I went to the toilet near the kitchen to hide. I squeezed into the small space between the toilet bowl and the wall and stood there quietly, trying not to make a sound. I could hear my younger sister switching on the gas stoves again and after a while, the kitchen light was switched off. I heaved a sigh of relief but I was seized by the sudden thought that it could be a trap. I immediately grabbed the broom used for washing the toilet and without warning, the toilet light was switched on and my possessed young sister was standing in front of me. "You think I am stupid right?" she said, sneering at me, then she launched herself against me and all the hell broke lose. I had a broom for a weapon but my younger sister was stronger due to the evil thing residing in her. After managed to land a few blow on my sister, she managed to wrestle the broom away from me. I immediately grabbed the nearest object I could land my hands on and it was the toilet brush that had entangled itself in my hair as mentioned in the previous post. I shall not mention the details but I can tell you that I started to batter my sister with the toilet brush and there was lots of violence, screaming, blood, and gore.

In the end, with the help of my elder sister, the evil thing was exorcised, albeit temporarily only, and sometimes my little sister was herself, sometimes she was not, and the dream ended with the evil thing gaining more power and killing my whole family.

That was a pretty odd dream, but it was nightmarish too. the only good thing is that whenever my younger sister pisses me off, all I have to do is to think of the dream, the part where I was hitting her with a toilet brush. Anyway, with the load of tests this coming week, I better not waste anymore time blogging, so it is farewell till I use the computer next week.

Sick... And "bonded"? Hogwash and poppycock!

As you can see from the title, I am sick. I'm down with a cold and whenever I speak, I sound as if I am pinching my nose.

I went to see the doctor today, and to my surprise, there was a lot of people at the clinic. Ha ha... Perhaps they ate too much New Year goodies. In the end, I ended up waiting for at least one hour before it was my turn. The good thing was that my father was there to "suffer" with me. I know I am evil, but that's the way I work. I mean, who likes to be stuck alone waiting for an hour? Even though my father and I didn't speak more than ten sentences, it was still nice to have someone I know with me.

Anyway, I have seen my class blog and since no one from there is going to read this, I think it is stupid to have a blog (a class one I mean). For one thing, majority of the people in my class do not even know each other so why bother to act all bonded? And personally, I don't see the point with all the "bonded" crap. Why can't all of us be an individual instead of one whole swarm of people pretended to be one? I hate bonding with the class. It means pretending to be all chummy with someone whom you don't even know. It means plastering a fake smile on your face and trying to make conversations with a mere acquaintance (the kind in which you just have a "hi and bye" relationship with). It also means feeling awkward with each other as when you are face to face, you have absolutely nothing to talk about. Nil, nada, nothing.

Okay, I am done ranting for the day, so I guess I shall stop blogging now. Bye!

Haircut...

As you can see from the title, I got a haircut today. My hair is pretty short now (just brushing my shoulders in fact) but it is still enough for me to tie up. I love the 10 minutes cut at Parkway. The hairdressers are friendly, and they always follow the instructions given to them (unlike the ones in Junction 8).

The hairdresser commented on my hair and said that it was in very good condition. Naturally, I felt pleased, but can't help thinking whether did she say that to all her female customers. But still, maybe washing my hair three times yesterday helped in making my hair look good today. I know what you are thinking and don't look at me that way. I am not vain, and I got a valid reason for washing my hair thrice yesterday. I shall now say my story. Everything was as per normal yesterday, and I went for my bath as usual. Something of mine fell beside the toilet bowl and I bent down to get it. As the toilet brush was hanging next to the toilet bowl, well, guess what happened.

Yes... When I stood up, my hair got caught in the toilet brush. How disgusting is that? I darned near retched out everything I had eaten that week and the week before. I promptly freed my hair, and I washed it thrice. With lots of shampoo. Lots and lots of shampoo. And I still felt that my hair was dirty. My hair smelt as if I had left it marinating in Feather shampoo for a week when I stepped out of the shower. Urgh... That incident will forever be imprinted in my mind.

Anyway, congratulations to Sheila, Hui Ting, Kai Ting, and Ying Jie for winning the calligraphy competition, and don't be sad Vivian. Next year, you and I are going to win the competition as well. Last but not least, HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR to all my friends and family (excluding my younger sister who had just pissed me off by installing a programme to type chinese words in the computer as the programme keeps on popping out when I want to type english words and it refuses to go away no matter how nicely I ask it to).

Secondary Three Life...

I can sum up secondary three life for you in just one word, "Pressurizing". We have more homework as compared to sec two and I have less time to read nowadays. In short, sec three life sucks and being in a class with one very good that is almost but not quite best friend, one good friend, and a few acquaintances is not really my cup of tea either.


My teachers are alright I suppose. However, I hate my chinese teacher as he gives us loads of homework every week and tell us that compared to other classes, we are receiving far less homework. What a blatant outright lie! It's so obvious that statement is not true. Still, it's not as if I was a great fan of chinese in the first place. I think I scored highest in class for English too. At least I got a B3 last year. When my teacher was asking us about our grades, he said that he would pick the person with the highest grade to be the english rep. Being lazy, I didn't care and did not bother to raise my hand, hence a girl who got B4 got the post instead. However, I am not sure whether are there people who scored higher than me, but I can safely say that I shall aim to top the class in english for this year and the next. As for chinese, I would be content with a B.

I shall stop blogging now and start to watch videos instead, so bye...

Back to School...

Today is the first day of my sec 3 life. I reached school at 6.45am, 15minutes earlier than usual as my father has to fetch my younger sister to school as well. I waited till 7 before Vivian came. It was so nice to see her again after the holidays. A while later, Wei Qi and Sheila came. We went to find our classrooms together, and I accompanied Sheila and Vivian to their class 3 Harmony while they accompanied me to my class, 3 Modesty, which was on the level above. I was in the same class as Brenice, one of my good friend, while my other friends were all happily located together in 3HM. I brought so many books to school today, following the timetable, and in the end, we didn't even use a single one of them... I felt so pissed off. I had lugged my heavy school bag all the way to school for nothing. My teachers are alright I guess, but I have not met some of them yet. Hopefully, they will be able to teach well and will not be too fierce. Lessons will officially start on Monday which I am not looking forward to, and I hope that my math teacher does not find out that we in fact do have holiday homework for math.