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.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
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.
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.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
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.
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.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
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!!!
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!!!
Monday, March 23, 2009
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!
Friday, March 13, 2009
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!!!
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!!!
Sunday, February 8, 2009
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.
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.
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