I have a job now. It's some event coordinator thing. I'm supposed to do various jobs depending on what projects the company has. Not really enjoyable but I'm doing it for the money. Today, I went for job observation where I went with a full-time employee to see what the job was about. We had to sell charity tickets. So sad. Me. Tickets. Sales. Things that don't really go together. And I tried to be a friendly little bugger. That's why I got the job. I am a good actress. Planning to work until I have enough money to last me till university. Then, I'll quit and pick up slacking where I left off.

I will conclude the abuabugigigaga story since no one else is contributing.

Final part by Audrey

Mrs Abuabugigigaga! The wife he had left in Iraq all those years ago!
Once, he had been happily married and lived a quite, contented life in rural Iraq. Then, They had come. They had taken him away and questioned him. Beaten him. Tortured him. Kicked the lights out of him. The secret police had suspected him of being a member of the underground resistance working to topple Hussien's "goverment"(everyone knew it was a sham. Hussien was a dictator. When they had done with him, they had deported him from the only home he had ever known and banned him from ever returning on pain of death.
Left without a husband, Mrs Abuabugigigaga had been unable to travel out of the country as she had no other male relatives. (Women could only travel outside their homes with a male relative or risk being arrested)
So, how was it that his beloved Mrs Abuabugigigaga was standing here, right before his eyes? As he hugged his wife, Mr Abuabugigigaga saw the words under the wrapping paper of the box :Fedex. We live to deliver.
Only Fedex can deliver anything anywhere in the world within the shortest time imaginable.
THE END

Christmas Day is over and the leftover food is almost all gone. My christmas miracle happened when I arrived home after buying the last minute ingredients for the Christmas Eve feast and found my grandmother at my home, just discharged from the hospital. She was perfectly fine and ate damn a lot too. Thanks God-y.
Anyway, I need money. I need money.

This morning, my cousin cancelled tuition to go to Sentosa.
Went out with Adela and Hubert to buy Christmas food in the afternoon. We had so much to carry. After struggling all the way from carrefour in suntec city to the city hall mrt station, Adela suddenly realised that she was supposed to meet her friend at Orchard. So, Hubert and I were left with about 10 bloody bags to carry.
I was supposed to have dinner with Jun and Wen but it was cancelled at the last minute when wen realised their mother was coming back from thailand. Everybody seems to have something better to do.
Then, my mother called to ask hubert and I to go visit my grandmother in hospital. So we went. She has just had surgery to investigate a probalem with her arteries or something. Doctors also found that she has a lung infection that hasn't cleared up after a 10-day antibiotic course. I know where that infection came from. During his 20-day vacation to Australia, my uncle left 3 rabbits, 4 hamsters, 1 tortoise and a bird at my grandmother's. His family had not been taking good care of the animals and the bird had an infectious respiratory disease. Airborne.

No, the world ain't a beautiful place. Even if it is almost Christmas.

I am anxiously awaiting the next episode in the abuabugigigaga story. Will anyone deign to contribute?

I finally completed the application forms for Yale today. bloody complicated. Why do they need 2 essays? Lucky I have a big ego, else it would have been much harder to write those essays. I sent them to an editing service and the woman said that they were good enough to be submitted unedited but she edited them anyway. You see, the customer is always right, even when they are not.
Boon is working at hotel rendezvous as a waiteress and I'm having a rendezvous with her after work tomorrow. I recall how Jason used to say ran-des-ves instead of ron-day-voo. Wonder what's become of him and the rest of the 31/03 people. Liling is living it up in Las Vegas til January so there's no enthusiastic little bugger to organise a gathering. Soon, all the guys except penguin Foo(who is enlisting in March) will be shaved botak and and kicked in the ass by their commanding officer. As far as I know, they are all hoping and praying not to end up up in the same platoon as Zamir because he'll probably get everyone into trouble.
I'm currently working (sort of) as a tuition teacher. Teaching my cousin English as an excuse to go to his house to steal chocolate from the refrigerator every monday and thursday morning. I hope to get more students soon or I might just have to get a full time job as I am quite broke due to my rather extravagent christmas expenses. Anybody know anyone needing english or GP tuition? On the other hand, I am sort of enjoying the carefree zero responsibility life.

part 3 by Jun

And... ALL OF A SUDDEN, the melodic music stopped and on came the disco lights with the rhythmic techno bead. tu tu tu tu tututu. Instead of prancing in circles, the present was floating in rectangles. What seemed like a dream became all real again. -BAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRHHHH- The sound of the trumpet blew and a greeen figure came out of the box and out came mrs ABuabuGIgigaga!!!!!


* comment by me
surprisingly warm response to the abuabugigigaga story game. Wasn't expecting anyone to bother. Seems that I am not the only bored person afterall.

part 2 by Wen:


the soft constant thumping sound continued throughout the night. the rhythm of the organism pounded along with mr AbuabuGigigaga's heart. doop doop doop doop. in fear, he eyed the present closely.his heart started beating faster and all of a sudden, the present started prancing around the room. In utter shock, mr AbuabuGigigaga laid there stunned as the present prance in circles around him. music from a carousel started playing. nothing seemed to be real anymore.

I remember the story game. One person begins a story which is then passed on to another person who continues it and so on until it is time to end. I want to play that game here.
Here's the first paragraph:
(Part 1)
12 days before Chirstmas:

The present had been placed under the christmas tree. Nobody knew who it was from. There had been nothing under the tree last night and this morning, it had simply appeared there. Mr AbuabuGigigaga had shaken it, put his ear against it and given it a tentative sniff. He still had no idea what it contained. It wasn't christmas yet so it would be wrong to open it. But WHO could it be from? In the middle of the night, a soft, constantl thumping had begun to come from the mysterious wrapped object. Abuabugigigaga had been more than a little spooked. What was under the gift wrap and who could IT be from?

* If any one is reading this blog and wishes to continue the story, pls email a paragraph to zhangbaby@hotmail.com with the subject "abuabugigigaga". I will select the best (my opinion only) entry for each part of the story so if your paragraph doesn't get featured, try again for the next part. Deviant and perverted stlyes will not be discriminated against. If there is no one reading this blog, I shall be forced to complete the story myself which wouldn't be much fun.

Gloomy skies and too much TV make a person reflect on life. All the important questions about what you are here for and whether you should have a life plan. Do I have to know what I want to do for the rest of my life? Everyone seems to know what they are doing. Adela is goin to be a vet. LL is going to be a speech therapist. Hair stylist. Architect. Musician. Computer Programmer. Dancer. Teacher. How did they find their "calling"? How come they know?
Me? I think I might like to be a fighter pilot. My mother says to try for a scholarship from the airforce. Then I think that the military life is not for me. No place for naughty people in the army. I think I might like to be a musician. Then again I don't like practising and I got dangerously close to manslaughtering the new music teacher yesterday. I think maybe I'm evil and I need lots of money but law really bores me. I think maybe I won't do too bad as an academic lecturing, researching and all that. But where's the adventure in that? I have considered so many professions and none seem suitable. I am at an advanced age to not have a concrete ambition.
My mind wanders in an infinite number of directions, some rather alarming. (double agent for India and Palestine, Orang Utan hunter etc. You get the drift) Meanwhile, the body reclines on a sofa in front of the telly and dilligently wastes away.

I played hangman with my Hubert today. For over 4 hours. No one won.

Christmas is coming! The weather is getting cooler and it keeps raining. I keep hoping that the mercury will go down a bit more so it can snow.
I'm 18 now. I can buy 4D and bet on football matches though I hope I'll never be tempted to engage in such activities. Everyone who gambles knows that what they are doing is putting more money into the pockets of the rich. Who needs regressive taxes when you have so many people complusively disposing of their income in this manner? Anyway, this issue only entered my mind because I suddenly thought of how all the adults in my family like to note down "lucky" numbers to "buy". Dumb. I might possibly be the first smart adult in the family if I don't succuumb to the lure of the game with 4 digits.
Yesterday, I watched 3 movies. I was feeling smug and self-satisfied at having succesfully survied to br 18 years of age. I asked to buy the tickets to Blade Trinity (nc16) and the bloody woman at the box office had to ask to see my IC. Damn. As I gave my tickets to the girl at the entrance of the cinema, proof that I was above 16 was again requested. Double damn. I was about to murder her in cold blood when she turned to ask her colleague what dateb it was and wished me happy birthday. Whew, close shave for her.
It was a good birthday. Movies and good food. A lot of food of course. And I am still smug and self-satisfied that I am 18. People born late in the year sometimes feel a great sense of achievement when they get older by a year.

Write a story about a recent experience with a dangerous insect.
Last night, my mummy stepped on a bee. She didn't see it because the lights were already switched off. The bee left its sting and venom sac in my mummy's foot and she had to pluck it out. My sister and I disagreed about the pH value of bee stings. Finally, Google told us it was acidic. So my mother put alkaline baking soda paste on her bee stung foot. Meanwhile, the dying bee was trashing on the floor. Steven trapped it in a piece of tissue paper and put it in a box. Fortunately, my mother proved not to be allergic to bee stings. She lives!

I wonder what everybody else is doing these days. Studying? Slacking? When I go too long without school, I automatically slip into holiday mood. I'm quite happy and relaxed these days cos it keeps raining and the sun hardly every shows up. I can feel Christmas just round the corner of the end of exams. My parents wanted me to go along with them when they go to Perth to settle my sister's living arrangements but I said no. It's immoral to spend the christmas season sunny places.

My family seems to be having bad luck this week.

My uncle quarrelled with my auntie (his sister) and overturned her sauce bowl out of spite.

My grandmother(mother's side) is having leg aches which make her very ad cos she can't go dancing with bad legs.

My mummy discover strange giant bruises on her arm which had appeared for no reason. She thinks they are blood clots and that she's going to die. The doctor has never seen something like that before and doesn't know what caused them. Investigation is in progress.

Abnormal white spots showed up on my grandfather's (father's side) lung X-ray. He's been coughing for a long time. Plus he's been smoking for decades. Please don't let it be the dreaded C. Screw the cigarette companies. The f**king MNCs. I hope typhoons, earthquakes and floods destroy factories that make such demerit goods. Natural disasters should wipe out unnatural things like that and leave the poor villages in China, Japan etc alone.

My parents discovered today that my grandmother(father's side) had been conned by a sweet talking sales ahlian into paying $3000 for a set of stainless steel pots worth $200 at most. Since March, she as been paying monthly installments of $200. Each time they came to collect the money, they duped her into signing an additional sales invoice for $2000. My grandmother kept this from everybody for a log time cos she was afraid that my street smart grandfather would laugh at her for being an idiot. And she kept signing the additional sales invoices because she is can read English and got very confused by the damned sales ahlian. Funny thing is, the exact same thing has happened to her before. She was tricked into buying such pots at an exorbitant prices a few years back. Clearly, she did not learn. Lots of old folks in her block got conned too.

**Please warn any old people you know who are left alone during 10am to 4pm. Such sales people operate during these hours when the younger working folks leave the elderly alone at home. The trick is not to talk to them at all because they are terribly persuasive and can confuse elderly people so much that they will sign anything. Surprising, the sales ahlian was not an illegal con person. The stainless steel company she works for is quite a reputable one: Vee Ek International Trading Co. Pte. Ltd. It is based in Bukit Timah Shopping Centre. However, their sales people are very mobile. My granny lives in Hougang. So do please warn the old folks you know, these "legal confidence tricksters" are out to get their retirement funds.** (My parents are filing a compliant with CASE but meanwhile, do watch out)

Dark and troubled times are these when the young prey on the old.

A most thoroughly enjoyable day. Today, I sat for the first paper of the A Levels. I was absolutely delighted when GP was over. I'll never write another GP essay or do another comprehension exercise again in my life! Rhoda tried to spoil my good mood. She told me that I might end up a journalist writing such essays every day of my life. Bleah. No, that's not going to happen.
Then Jason, LL and I went to Bishan to eat at the foodcourt and loiter in the supermarket examining food and sharp little stainless steel fruit knives.
Then, I went home. As I stepped into the sheltered lift landing, it started to drizzle. By 2.30pm, the drizzle had become a downpour. My maid went down to the guardhouse to return an umbrella. I was watching TV when she returned and said that the road outside my condo was flooded. I rushed to the window and, sure enough, it was! It was like a river had appeared out of nowhere. Taxis, buses and cars were stranded in knee-high water. The water was reddish due to the sediments. I was so excited and bounced around looking for a camera. It was amazing! First time in my life that I've seen a real flood. I called LL to tell her the exciting news. She was very excited as well and asked me to call MediaCorp's new hotline and I did. The digital camera was able to capture only 2 shots before it ran out of power thanks to my idiotic brother who had to choose today to upload and edit photos. I grabbed 1 umbrella, 1 film camera and 1 brother and rushed downstairs to Kaypo.
Indian workers from the nearby construction site for the MRT circle line were helpfully pushing watery taxis and buses to dry land. A helpful Indian worker said, "Girl, taking photo ah? Take over there, got people walking in the water."
And so there were. His colleagues who were manoeuvring an almost floating bus to safety. Below, you can see the 2 pictures I captured with the digital camera and 1 I took with my phone's camera. The more interesting ones from the film camera will have to wait until my granny decides to get them developed.
In all the 4-5 yrs I've lived here, there as never been a flood. My grandmother's theory is that the ongoing works for the MRT circle line has something to do with it. Seriously, the damned Circle line construction works has been nothing but trouble. First, the Nicoll Highway incident and now, the Flood of November 2004 here.
Anyway, I'm interpreting it as a good omen for my Physical Geography Paper as there is a topic on Hydrology(floods). Cool.
Only regret of the day: My sister's exam papers ended late today and the floodwaters had receded by the time she came home. I would have liked for her to have been trapped at the flooded bus stop along the road. But, one can't have everything in life. You have to be happy with what you've got. And I am happy. Really, really happy. In well-drained Singapore, a flood is a rare and special event.

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31 October 2004 Halloween. Celebrated Halloween for the first time in my life. It was a spur of the moment thing. My sister found a pumpkin in the kitchen and wanted to make a jack-o-lantern. So she bargained with my mum to obtain the pumpkin (we had to eat pumpkin for dinner). We carved the jack-o-lantern together. I put some dried rose petals (used for rose tea) inside to make it smell good and named the pumpkin Rosy. Then, we used scrap paper to decorate the outside of our home. Hubert helped too.

Rosy the Pumpkin 

Outside Decor 

Today Jason and I did a timed practice of the lit. open text paper in school while LL invigilated. Disaster for me. I still can't manage my time properly. Going to have to come up with a good strategy to overcome this problem.

On the train, three of us were talking about NS and speculating that Jason might get drafted into the air force as a fighter pilot. Jason said that he was scared of having to eject from the plane. So we launched into a discussion about ejecting from planes. Suddenly LL told us to stop talking about ejecting cos it sounds sick. We didn’t get it at first. Then I saw some pple on the train giving us funny looks (we get this a lot so it's not new) Trust sick minds to link "ejecting" with sick thoughts.

I broke my specs last night so I had to get a new pair. My new pair is thick and black. I decided to find something more indestructible to challenge my destructive powers. Hubert says that the new spec make me look like a crazy schoolteacher. My sis thinks they are bimbotic. I think they are alright. Hope this pair lasts longer. The old one lasted a year with 3 repairs.

Some people say I'll look good with my hair long. Some people tell me to try make-up. I decided to investigate.
Hands up all those in favour of inflicting this terrible visage upon the world!

If I had long hair and wore make-up 

Today, we went back to school for lit. by Koochibrat (a teacher). It got really boring so we started talking cock. I wanted to go to Jason’s house with Liilng after exams to see them play CM (this football team management game thing). But LL doesn't allow me to. She says that Jason cannot bring home 2 girls. Then I got pissed cos I let Jason come to my house before. And I said that I wouldn't want to rape Jason even if he was thrown naked in front of me. I wouldn't do anything to hurt him? What’s she so scared of? Me? Then, she gave me the emotional blackmail look: big watery eyes. But I still felt it was not fair cos Jason and LL's parents already know they are together so they'll know I’m just an extra. If Jason could come to my house to bake cookies without my parents around, why can't I go to his house to play? This LL is really quite like Azeena in some ways, very old fashioned. Then Jason thought she was going to cry but she said that I’m the one in the wrong...take a deep breath and sigh heavily... Why must she do the big teary eyes at me every time we have this sort of rubbish disagreements? Argh, can't stand it. I must learn how to do that one day. You can't possibly whack a person who gives you the bigbig waterywatery eyes. (try it if you don't believe me. it's worse than the Evil Eye). Anyway, I'll never get to see Jason's famous tortoise (which resides in his house) cause LL says I can't go. The sexist.

Interestingly, Jason was very quiet throughout our period of disagreement. He has finally wised up. If he had tired to speak up, he would have kenna-ed both of us. Poor thing caught in the crossfire.

I was very sad and mournful cos I learnt that LL won't be able to play with me after exams. She's going to job shadow some speech therapist. I won't have anybody to play with. The people in my class won't play with me cos they don't like to play the things I like. Xinyng will play with her best friend and she doesn't like the rubbish I like to play anyway. As for Jason, I can't play with him without LL around. So that's LL down, Xinying down and Jason down as well. And the tragedy is that these are my only close friends in AJ. As for doggy, I can't play with her alone cos we'll have cat and dog fights. And Sinny will probably be with some boyfriend. And I don't know what happened to christabelle (my major problem: can't ever seem to keep in proper touch with good friends). Even my sister whose company I often resort to when there's nothing better will be unavailable. She's going to Aussie to study next year and will probably be busy settling accommodation, transport etc.

So, nothing to look forward to after A levels. I might as well die. On second thought, I'll go volunteer at a childcare centre. At least I can enjoy myself killing kids.

For two years in Anderson Junior College, I tried to be a friendly kid. Why? dammit. Why? In the end, there's still not going to be anybody to play with.
I'm just a friendly little Hitler clone who wants to play, you know.
I must wait for my assize grandkids to come back. Then I can play with them and doggy too.

Thinking about the Family (sounds like the mafia)
In the ol' gang ah boy, jun, boon, grace doggy, liling and me are the ones who still communicate often. Now, boy is in Perth, jun and boon in Melbourne. Next year, liling will be in Adelaide (is this how you spell it?). Wonder where doggy will be. Most likely staying in Singapore. Where will I be? England or America if I'm smart. Serving hamburgers at one of orchard road's many McDonald's outlets if I'm dumb. So we will be more scattered than we are already. Will any of us care? Maybe we can still meet every school holiday and eat like pigs. Maybe our school holidays won't coincide. Oh no, I don't doubt that we will remain friends and keep in close contact, we've been doing this for 2 years now. It's just that we may never eat together like pigs as a Family again. Still, it'll be good to have international contacts.

The morbid little voice in my head asks, "Will any of us die young? Who will be a failure? Which one of us will go crazy and get to stay forever in the funny farm?" These things and many more unpleasant ones could happen. I know, we are all intelligent and our futures seem bright and it looks as if we're going to accomplish great things in the world. But this doesn't stop us from being mortal. Death, disease and dementia. Ill fortune and insanity. All these could happen to us simply because we are human and mortal. Nope, sorry, nothing we can do about it.

Let's wait and see, 10-20 years down the ineffable road following some ineffable purpose, who becomes what.
I hate growing up. I hate growing old and I think I'm really going to hate dying.
When I die, I want to know why.

In the ineffable plan of the Almighty, we are nothing but all pawns. Anyday, you could die and not know why. It's good to believe in God. At least there's some hope that your soul can go look for Him after you die to make Him tell you what it was all for. Poor atheists. Can you imagine how terrible it is to live your life knowing that you will die and believing that you will never know the reason for all the crap that you had to go through?

I hope the atheists aren't the ones who are right. Otherwise, we are all screwed.

The dumb bored things that I've been doing at home: Indoor badminton with my brother. shuttlecocks flying out the window and crashing into the computer monitor. Watching TV,TV and more TV like I've never watched TV before. Came up with lots of new culinary creations that only I will eat cos I’m the only one who is really quite sure what exactly went into them.

Interesting discovery of the week: My mummy has been violating my intellectual property rights. I made this salad with strawberries and lots of weird stuff and I stupidly told her how I made it. Later, my sister saw her typing the whole damned recipe into the computer and putting it on her damned eBay account to sell. Damn am I dumb. With a money-minded unscrupulous mummy like that, I should have learnt to be more careful by now. When I confronted her about it, she said that I don't have copyright cos I didn't write it out and had the damned audacity to claim that she had the copyright cos she typed it out. So I got pissed and told her that I still have intellectual property rights (like damn was she trying to mess up my brain with her ex-lawyer crap? Come on... I just wrote a GP essay on patent, copyright laws and got an A) Blast it all. I've got this action plan to publicise the whole recipe on the net so no one will actually buy it from her cos they can get it for free. But then I decided it wasn't that good a recipe anyway and no one 'cept an idiot will buy it. It's a small matter but that's not the point. It's the principle of the thing.

Oh fish it, a lawyer (unprincipled) will always be a lawyer (unprincipled). Lucky the kid of lawyer (unprincipled) was born in the great tradition of politicians (who are far more evil than lawyers)

Did I mention that my father has been coming home drunk? I wouldn’t let him into the house cos he couldn't walk in a straight line. That's a small matter. What really bothers me is that he's been driving home drunk. What if he causes and accident and dies in it? Please don't misunderstand me. I'm just a really concerned daughter who really wants to know what's written in his will. You see, I'm the eldest but I'm not a boy. Since my father is one of those parents who prefers sons, there's a significant chance that his assets might be willed largely to my brother.

Alright, we'll stop right here and not wonder why people like me can only think of money. We shall not speculate if I was affected by my mercenary mother. We will not conclude that I am a great politician in the making.

Ok, so here's the whole Sancia and the prawn joke.
I'm sitting next to Sancia during GP lecture by the infamously uncharismatic monotone, Larry Lee.
I'm telling her about the jumping prawn at the seafood dinner the other night (refer to previous post)
I say: Zhao dumped the live prawn into the boiling water and it was jumping and splashing hot water all over us.
Sancia: That's so painful!(for the prawn, not us.)
I say: LL suggested whacking it on the table to kill it before boiling. My sis suggested poking with a skewer.
Sancia: That's so cruel! I would rather DROWN it.
After a long pause,
Sancia: Oh no! It's SEAfood! Oh dear! Don't tell anyone.

I didn't promise of course.
Poor Sancia, so stressed that she's slipping into Brainless Bimbo territory.

Anyway, during the lecture, there was more strange behaviour exhibited by the people present. Whilst the students slept and copied notes (smart ones sleep, tree-killers take notes), Larry Lee mentioned the exciting fact that Georgie Bushie is pushing for standardised testing in the over-flexible US education system. As people slept on and continued taking notes, this nerdy guy suddenly exclaimed, " Lucky for him it's flexible, otherwise he himself wouldn't have passed." Granted it was a valid and relevant statement bordering on gospel truth, but what kind of weird psycho actually voices political sentiments in over-exciting adrenaline pumping lectures like this? We all expected Larry Lee to respond to the nerd's outburst. What we didn't expect was the way he said, " Whatever*" in his exhilarating monotone and then carried on with his droning like nothing had happened. And there I was, naively thinking the lecture was headed in an interesting new direction.

So here's my take on the incident: the nerd is caught up in election fever. Ok, so it's the US elections fever (we're in Singapore). But, hey, at least he is taking an interest in politics right? As for the GP lecturer, Larry Lee, who is always expressing his heartfelt despair over the political apathy of the student population, I think "whatever" sums up his own burning interest in politics quite well. Talk about practising what you preach. Whatever.

*The word "whatever", is one of the most apathetic, don't-giva-damn words in the English language. It implies that nothing is worthy of interest to the person expressing this view.

Guess what I've been up to? Slacking Slacking Slacking and more Slacking.
Damn! Am I a lazy bummer. I say to myself, "Tomorrow I will study". Tomorrow, I say to myself, "Today I will make soap jelly. Tomorrow I will study". The day after, I say, "Today is Sunday. It is not right to study on Sunday"
Classic procrastination syndrome.
Eons ago, when study time came, people like ah boy,shan, and ah girl, Li Ling, call me to say, "ahma let's go out to study". Then I go out studying.
Classic need people to push syndrome.
I know that about 10 hours before the exams start, I will experience a sudden acute panic in the pit of me stomachy guts and then I will study. I dread the feeling. But I sure hope it happens soon. If not I will never be able to study. Damn. But that's just the way some folks are made.
Provides good fun for the big guy up there I can imagine. The eternal observation of eternally amusing human behaviour.
We were created in His image. Do you think our behaviour was based on His too? Maybe that's why He rushed through the whole creation thing in 7 days, yes? Maybe he had eons and eons to do it but he waited until the last 7 days before His deadline to get started. Interestingly, after all these time, we're still not done praising Him for this last minute work. It's pretty good for a 7-day rush job innit?
Love yo,u big guy in the sky! You provide all the inspiration I need.
Dear teacher, God created the world in 7 days. I'm sure I can finish studying a little part of it in 10 hours.
Inexplicably happy. Something to do with the dream I had, I think. I left a whole bunch of kids in a dilapidated and collapsing mine. The rest is none of your business. Having lots of totally happy dreams in these days of not being a student.

My brother finally got his PDA repaired! At last I can post the nice pictures taken at the zoo. I need the PDA to transfer pics from my phone to the computer see.(my 10yr old brother has a PDA. what for? no idea.)
Anyway, enjoy the nice photos! click to get a larger view.

nemo fish 

some aquatic birds that look like nuns 
a swimming penguin 

a penguin in a penguin nest hole 

a humungous giant tortoise monster! 

tree arrow frog 

some red flower that xinying didn't like 

edible white rabbit 

colourful but rather boring macaws 

porcupine 

some lemur 

some goat creature 

zhao, glowing under the UV light 

glow in the dark zoo shirts 

Ice sculpture by me and xinying made at pastamania 

I'm going to publicise this blog. I will tell Liling. She will tell the whole whole. This is the way the Public Announcement system works.

Class 31/03 on the last official day 

Sancia forced me to take this picture. I'm smilling because she tickled me. 


Yesterday was my last official day as a student of AJC. It was, how shall I put it, a very fulfilling day.

For the farewell assembly, I had to wear a white long sleeved shirt cos I had to get some CCA award (you can see this in the pics. LL, Jason, zhao n seng hong too) The night before I'd already tried it on with the tie and I knew I was gonna get heat stroke. So I bathed with cold water in the morning and drank 2 cups of icy water. Sadly, it only worked for a while. Sitting in the non air-con hall is a very heaty thing. Sitting next to hyperactive, giggly people is like being next to friendly, touchy feely steam irons. By the time I went up to shake the person's hand, I was super grouchy. From the audience, Raf said I looked like I was going to beat someone up. Cool. (no, that's not right. very hot is more like it)

Then, we went to our home room to get our exam entry proof and prelim cert. A wonderful sense of great achievement and utter exuberance descended upon us. JC was over and done with and everyone looked quite alive and well!

Surprisingly, nobody wanted to go fly kite with Liling and I so we abandoned the idea.

In the evening, I met with LL, Xinying and Zhao for seafood dinner at Marina. Very Fun! Can take all the food you want!!! Of course, a lot of stupid things happened to us. Like excited prawns jumping in the boiling water and splashing us. Prawns should just learn how to relax you know... enjoy the warm bath and let us cook them in peace.

After dinner, we walked to the waterfront and bothered some couples. Xinying and LL's parents called them to ask them to go home and they both said they were waiting for the bus. So funny ah... standing by the river bank waiting for a bus. I wanted to help them flag down a passing boat.

During the walk, Xinying suggested playing truth or dare. Being the unbearably smart ass I am, I knew then that she had some funny business up her sleeve and that I was the target. Come on lah... why would anybody want to play dare out in a dark deserted field??!? And of course LL has no secrets and Zhao tells her everything. haha silly girl, thinking she could fool me with such a simple "ploy".

I was right of course, she did know something that she thought I didn't know and tried to get me to ask her cos she herself didn't know whether she wanted to tell me or not. Haha so amusing lah. Actually, it was quite sweet of her, caring so much about something that concerns me but which, in fact, doesn't concern me at all! Confusing? try to work it out... you can do it!

So when I reached home, I purposely SMSed her to provoke her into spitting out whatever she wanted to but also didn't want to say. I know her so well, SMS really can provoke emotional responses from her. She tried to avoid the question and asked me to go sleep but I accused her of wanting to hai4 me and sure enough I got a call from her 2 seconds later to scold me for being mean. So typical Xinying. Cares more about friendship than anything else. Awww... So I decided not to torture her anymore and I said sorry and had a nice long icy bath.
Am I a psycho? Dunno... I'm just very intuitive and sometimes find it really funny that people think I don't know stuff that I've always known. Sorry if this really mucks up your logical brain.
I was very high and it felt as if nothing could spoil my good mood for a long long long time. I was so high that I had to wake up at 4am and go sleep on the floor in my mummy's room. Actually that was because my room had no aircon cos meiemi was sick.

Had a series of werid dreams featuring xinying, liling, yingzhao, roy, lots of jumping prawns and, for some unknown reason, blue corn.

Thanks to my good luck, I made it through the prelims alive and well! But then, I guess this kind of makes it unfair cos some of my more studious classmates didn't do so well. People like me who study the night before each paper compared to those who study the week of month before. Same grade. Sometimes the latter does worse.
Why?
The age-old question: Nature or Nurture?
Another age old question: Good Brains or Good Luck?
I hope I get lucky again in the A Levels coming soon to an exam hall near me.

Dracula is making me go crazy. The book I mean. I've been highlighting and highlighting the new book in preparation for the Prelims. Looks like it's going to consume my whole box of 10 highlighters. Never had such a colourful book before. Gives me a headache just to look at it.
Besides highlighting Dracula, I've also been going crazy filing in application forms for US universities. The whole system is so different. Am looking a bit cross-eyed these days.
My great grandmother died on Thursday a few months short of 100 yrs old. Don't think it's a good idea to study Dracula at the wake.

The Olympics. It's such a dream. So many people watching and participating. From so many different places. Wonder how it is for the athletes. Is it like a dream? A few weeks of excitement, madness, euphoria. Then, it is all gone. Like it was never there. Except for the lucky few who have medals to remember it by. Relics of what has vanished, forever.
Anyway, I think this whole Olympics business is very cool. So I'm quite determined to make ah boy take part in the next one. If she would only grow bigger... I already have plans. First, I'll buy a crocodile (small one). Then, I'll dump ah boy into the swimming pool. Ah boy gets a few metres head start. Then in goes the crocodile! And Whoosh you'll see ah boy flying through the water to win the women's 50m backstroke. That's how the Aussie swimmers train. Serious!
Funny how ah boy wasn't keen on the idea at all when I told her about it online. She said it was mean.
Anyway, I'm feeling quite stupid. 3 weeks to the prelims and no motivation to study.
I remember the good old RG days when ah boy, LL and I would go out to study everyday. Also remember the compulsory study sessions in school when we would sneak out to the canteen to buy food when the viceP wasn't looking. And how studying differentiation and integration would become playing Happyland on the computer. Those were the times when I believed.
Now, I don't believed anymore. How can I when I keep flunking Econs? And my Geography is so inconsistent? And I have never gotten an A grade for all the literature essays I've written? Not to mention handwriting. As if things aren't bad enough. I keep having marks deducted for my handwriting. And everyone keeps laughing at it. Like it's funny. Funny to be marked down for handwriting in tests. Please God, in the A level exams, give me examiners who like my sort of writing.
Ah boy says I'm a smart ahma. I can do it. No one hopes so more than I do.

I Liked my dolly a lot. I made a lot of people take photos with my doll, Bloody Mary.