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!!!
Thursday, April 9, 2009
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.
Friday, January 30, 2009
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!
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!
Friday, January 23, 2009
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).
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).
Friday, January 16, 2009
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...
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...
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