Are you a happy girl?
(Ponders) Erm... Yea I guess I am.
I bet there are loads of unhappy girls in this school.
(I know, right?

-says Brother Mike

(No, I do not need counselling.)

...with a positive attitude.

-says Mr. Wong

Reflections made it.
Always, the reflections.

Why must I start loving you only at the end?
Why must I start loving you only when it's time to go?
Why must I start loving you only when the next moment it's time to miss you?
I'm sorry I didn't have time to interact with my group.
I would really like to spend more time with them.
(& I'm sorry I spent half my life sleeping.)

Camp, changed my perception of the Grade 9s.
They weren't as horrible as I thought they would be.
But I sincerely yearn for more time, 'cause I'm starting to love them.
(Some, not all.)

Camp started Friday, 13:45. Not so the big bang as I hoped it would be.
Basically stoning during Wacko, and so did half of the Facils.

Night, fun started.
Signature Hunt.
Made students do forfeits for the fun of it.
Pointless, but, I do not look 1.52, really.
Friggin' fun when we switched off all the lights in the hall and I started making spooky sounds into the mike to scare John and Ricaldo.
(Mwahahaha!)
The Seventh Month Hungry Ghost Festival.
( :D! )

Night, dodgeball.
(Was the sex.)
No, not the dodgeball game.
But what happened when I when to the toilet.
Came out of the toilet at the hall, feeling excited about Murder in the Dark.
(Lalala!)
Behind me, the toilet was making funny sounds.
Probably one of the cisterns acting weird. Oh well, whatev -
No wait! That sounds familiar, like, breathing. Heavy breathing, very heavy breathing -
SHIT!
I turned around and screamed.
An inchoate black figure. Very black, from top to toe. Abnormally tall. Couldn't make out the face, except a startling white mask, with hollow eyes. Putting his finger to his lips, signalling silence -
(Freak! Ivor Tan. Roar.)

I have never been so scared in my life okay! My heart was pumping so fast, and I seriously thought some freaking murderer was on the loose. He resembled so much like the character in Scream, plus, he is freakingly tall. Grrr, the next moment I plopped myself on the floor, trying to calm my furiously thumping heartbeat.
(Gosh, what the hell.)

Murder in the Dark!
Louisa, stabbed.
Sa, dead in the lift.
Someone, drowned.
Iain, electrocuted.
Someone, poisoned.
John, hanged.
Menon, intestines out of his body.
(Crocodile meat splatteered with blood. It was gruesome.)

Morning, night duty.
Had to wake up at 0400. But I slept at 0330. Roar.
Jessica had to wake me up, but I was sleeping like a pig.
But bent on my theory that: My Duty at Night is to Sleep.
I dragged my sleeping bag to Level 2. Slept at the corridor, beside the water cooler.
Floor was hard, but I would have been conked out, if Rowland and Sien did not interrupt my sleep.
(Wth.)
First time, woke up to my head in the most obscene position, Sien was performing his night ritual, don't ask. Bet he does that in hostel every night. Huh.
Second time, woke up to see Rowland's butt right in my face. (He claimed he wanted to fart in my face.)
(Guys!)
Some people were sleeping, like everywhere.
First saw John sleeping with his head on the table in Secretariat.
Next, he was sleeping on the floor.
Somehow, he ended up on the level 2 table outside the centre.
This was the most inorganized sleeping arrangement I have ever seen.

Saturday morning, don't ask. Slept like a pig.

Games.

Reflections at night.

ILY.

"But just a very simple advice for you, my dear. Be careful about the people around you. Very very careful about the people that are close to you. Who knows? There are a lot of back stabbers. I won't say another word about this issue."

Didn't know what it meant. But now I do. You won't guess who this came from. For all you know, it may be from someone closest to you referring to you.

" I don't hate you all.
but I don't love you like I did yesterday."

- Matthew

Same sentiments.

For you, you, you and me.
You, you, you and me are all guitly.

Go away.
Okay, no, I don't care if you do or do not.

Good luck.

1. What is the relationship of you with him/her?
We are RDA partners! Besides that, he's a retarded boob.

2. Your 5 impressions towards him/her?
a) Amusing
b) To the extent that he's retarded! ( :D )
c) Fun
d) Not very nice,
e) But he rocks!

3. The most memorable thing he/she has done for you?
Let me see... Hmm... Erm... Ehh... Nothing! ( :P )

4. The most memorable thing he/she has said to you?
You rock!

5. If he/she becomes your lover, you will
make sure it doesn't happen because I do not need a retarded boob as my other half!

6. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will
make sure it doesn't happen too.

7. If he/she becomes your lover, he/she has to improve on 
Pffft. He can't be my lover. Roar!

8. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason is
He can't stop BM-ing me. Roar!

9. The most desirable thing to do for him/her is?
Tell me that my taste rocks. ( Pffft, told you he isn't very nice. )

10. The overall impression of him/her is 
Weird freak! 

11. How do you think the people around you will feel about you?
You can go figure.

12. The character for you for yourself is? 
( Scroll down to the previous quiz. ) 

13. On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?
( Scroll down to the previous quiz. ) 

14. The most ideal person you want to be is?
( Scroll down to the previous quiz. )

15. For the people who care about and likes you, say something about them.
( :D ! )

There are so many little things I want to blog about.
But I've clean forgotten them all within the span of five minutes.
& then here I am, five minutes later, remembering that I've got to blog something,
But seriously, I don't really know what, just a tinge of an impulse to blog about nothing.

(Oh well.)

Parents-Teachers Meeting:

I told my Dad to speak to Kitchener about her failing to inform students about the unavailability of chemicals until the day when we were supposed to carry out our Internal Assessment. (Brilliant, really, not.) But Dad thinks, "oh nevermind, she's really nice." (Uh huh. Okay she's nice.)

Oh! Speaking about her, I just remembered a really hilarious comment that L.Hammond made.
Some student quibbed, "Hey, have you been near the Chem lab?"
L.Hammond, ingeniously, "Oh, you mean have I smelled Mrs. Kitchener? She stinks!"
(Gosh, she's so funny. Yay, 11JLa will be 12LHa next year!)

"Oh, this guy hates me. I think he hates me."
"Why would he hate you?"
"'Cause my Maths is horrible."
"He's like a little boy."
R.Rainone rocks!

"Hello, I'm Joey's father."
Then I made spastic gestures to GWK, asking her should I tag along.
"Ha ha, it's better that you remain where you are."
10 minutes later, both of us were doing retarded gestures, like peeking over Dad's shoulder.
"I badmouthed you."
But I love her anyway!
Had a little chat with her when she was free.
She's cute, loads!

1. What is the relationship of you with him/her?
We are fine. We do do stupid stuffs.

2. Your 5 impressions towards him/her?
a) He's a bitch.
b) He's a bastard.
c) He's [...],
d) But annoying.
e) He isn't very nice, basically.

3. The most memorable thing he/she has done for you?
Oh, nothing.
(Okay, I just remembered. But I'm not tellin')

4. The most memorable thing he/she has said to you?
I can get you [...].
(Thanks, but no thanks, really.)

5. If he/she becomes your lover, you will
wish he didn't.

6. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will
not really care. I hate him sometimes.

7. If he/she becomes your lover, he/she has to improve on
his sense of humour. It sucks, so does he.

8. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason is
he doesn't give a damn about how others feel.

9. The most desirable thing to do for him/her is
nothing.

10. The overall impression of him/her is
Nice, but not nice.

11. How do you think the people around you will feel about you?
[...]

12. The character for you for yourself is?
I'm under no obligation whatsoever to let bitches and bastards get to me.

13. On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?
Getting the most nondescript thing get to me.

14. The most ideal person you want to be is?
Derren Brown.
I'm already as eccentric as he is.

15. For the people who care about and likes you, say something about them.
Do you really?

Ten people to tag
1) Bernzees!
2) Shee!
3) Kohzees!
4) Tien!
5) Elisa!
6) Alyssa!
7) Rowland!
8) John!
9) Tanya!
10) Sien!

Who is number 2 having a relationship with?
Haha.

Is number 3 a male or a female?
Ambiguous.

If number 7 and 10 were together would it be a good thing?
They are together already. They would have horrible babies.

How about number 5 and 8?
Cute, but impractical.

What is number 1 studying about?
Catalysts, I suppose.

When was the last time you had a chat with them?
I don't bother remembering. That's like for jobless preople.

Is number 4 single?
I don't know, but I hope not!

Say something about number 6?
She's amusing.
She's nice 'cause she provides me food.
But I shall learn not to be too greedy.
I'm trying, okay?
Haha.

Le monde a beaucoup de chiennes.

(Yay, I am like Derren Brown!)

Australia,

Gah! Where's that Russian Roth?!

Pffft.

Last night was terrifying.
Okay, no it wasn't but it was freakish. But it happens to me all the time, and I detest it, loads.

Dozed off at around 12am while doing my Chinese homework and then remembering that I had gotten nowhere with it, I awoke suddenly. But, the funny thing was, even though I knew I was conscious, I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes and move my body. It felt as if some invisible force was pressing me and controlling my entire body.

It wasn't a lucid dream. I couldn't have been dreaming cause I knew very well that I was conscious. Absolutely, conscious. 'Cause when I tried really hard to open my eyelids, I could see that the room was still lit, my pink bookstand was still in front of me, and yes, I did see the exact phrase where I stopped for my Chinese essay. Everything looked the same, the only thing was, I couldn't open my eyelids fully, and I couldn't move my body at all. But I saw a black painting that was never there previously. It just stood beside my pink bookstand, inchoate nuances of grey and black,and I never knew what it was. When I finally did open my eyes, the force that was pressing on me went away, and the painting wasn't there anymore. But yes, the room was still lit, and I did stop at that exact phrase for my Chinese essay. And I knew I was sleeping in the most awkward manner with my head tilted back and my mouth opened. I knew I was drooling.

Guess I dozed off again at around 1am. The same thing happened. Gosh, it was so freaky. Tried screaming, but couldn't. I know perfectly well that it wasn't a dream, cause I had to muster so much energy to semi-open my eyelids.

Managed to escape this weird phenomenon at 2am, after trying so hard and went to bed. But whenever I slipped into LaLa Land, I forced myself to remain conscious, 'cause that invisible force kept returning. I have no idea what was happening. It was like, I could see things around me even though I was asleep.

Happened several times. There was once I saw a large black blob in my room and then it morphed into some senseless shape and dissipated as I watch it through half my eye-lids. People said praying would work. Several times I tried, until I gave up recently. I used pray whenever I awoke to that pressing force but it didn't go away. I knew I was conscious, 'cause if I really asleep, I wouldn't ever have known that I was drooling or praying while alseep. Agreed? Agreed.

It's super annyoing that it has started again for the first time in 8 months.
Spooky. 

I lost my first kiss!

To Bernzees!
Oh, and my second kiss too.
(Gasps! My lesbian partner!)
Je suis timide.

xoxo.

& today I realized being a kid is tiring.
Playground was fun, but it gave me blisters
and I became tired within, 5 minutes?