So what..?

Auras.

2006-01-01T23:03:00.000+08:00

Remember about the aura thingy? Now there's a better way to know the color of your aura! And to think that I mentioned these stuff there before I found out about it on the web. It's from the tickle tests thingy, http://web.tickle.com. Here's my test results.
Jo, you're a Gold!
We don't need a psychic to tell us that you're giving off a Gold vibe. You couldn't ask for a better color — a glistening gold aura is as good as it gets. A lively blend of yellow and orange, gold people are happy, playful, energetic, sensitive, and generous. Always up for adventure, you'd give a friend in need the shirt off your back. You're spiritual, too — all those halos in old paintings aren't colored gold by coincidence. Almost childlike in the carefree, joyful way you live your life, you're popular and outgoing with your large circle of friends. Chances are you're so full of light and energy that you sometimes find it hard to sit still and chill out. Instead, you're constantly looking for excitement, no matter how risky or impulsive the occasion. Happy-go-lucky and always laughing, you truly are as good as gold.

Dedicated to Sidd. Go see your aura and see if I was right about you.

HistoryoFEpisOdesHISTORYoFePISOdesHISTORYOFEPISODES

2006-01-01T22:28:00.000+08:00

I've read about kids blaming themselves for their parents' divorce. I thought I'd never feel that way, because my parents are so loving. Here's a case where the kid really get's blamed inwardly for a divorce-like situation. Good day to everyone. Appreciate your families.

It was gonna be the first day of me secondary school. That meant bus. I wasn't really paniky about this. Why should you be afraid to take a bus? My parents made sure to me that they thought so.
"I'll accompany you when you go on the bus on your first day of school."
"Whhat!? Why? I don't want! It's so paiseh!"
At first I thought they omoni(Mother) was joking. Things got serious in the car.
"...I mean, it's so paiseh for you to accompay me! I'm not a baby! I'm not a baby!"
At that serious shittin moment, my handphone rang. I was inwardly thankful for the diversion but then I started to hate it when the caller turned out to be [...]. "So can you come for the church session next week?"
"I..what the.. look, I'm in a bad mood now so I'll talk to you later, bye."
"By-"
Awbuji(Father) hit bullseye. "Why do you think it is paiseh? Is it because you're considered not 'cool'. You want to act cold blooded in front of your friends and to them to be considered 'cool'?"
"She's changed a lot. Maybe she dosen't like me anymore."
I hate it when my parents switch to daughter-has-become-invisible mode. All their thoughts on me, spilt out. "We shouldn't have gone lax on the discipline." "So I'll just cancel my leave on Tuesday, she dosen't need me anymore." "So complain to me, I'm sorry that I gone soft on her all these years..."

The lift was arkward. My family, the three harmonious trio is breaking up. Family is most improtant in one's life. A single person, a single sentence, a single meaning.

"I'll leave it to you to decide. We have been trying our very best to make this family a happy family. Or you'd rather mummy to live her own world, I live my own world and you live you own world it's up to you."

Hate and SWEAR SWEAR, SWEAR.

2005-12-29T21:59:00.000+08:00

I STILL HATE HER. HATE, HATE, HATE. FUCKIT.

freakass

2005-12-29T21:56:00.000+08:00

.I HATE THE FEELING OF BEING MISUNDERSTOOD. I EXPLAINED CLEARLY. YET YOU STILL INSISTED, ASS-MOMMA.

HATE MOM.

2005-12-29T21:52:00.000+08:00

I CURRENTLY HATE MY MOM A..LOT A LOT.. A LOT A LOT FUCKING LOT. FUCK YOU, MOMMA.

ZIOAFEN and MyxterI and Fye!

2005-12-23T21:11:00.000+08:00

I haven't decided on an interesting topic for this entry. But I am now completely cured!
Audience: Cured?!?
Yes, cured of chickenpox and not contagious anymore!
Prompter: *Takes out card with 'cheer' written on it*
Audience: *Cheers*
MyxterI: *Walks on stage*
Audience: Who're you?
MyxterI: *Taps mike*

I am the messanger of a woeful sullen.

Who goes by the name of ZIOAFEN.

She was a merry girl, bringing laughter to her friends,

But this is when her jeopardy begins.

She and her dad was fine like dots

Until he accidentally brushed her top.

Gave her the trauma of men

Her idea of them was bent.

No one could get close to her

Touch the emotions inside her lighted fear.

Physical, mental, she disconnected from the world

And left her self behind layers and layers of lies and mould.

*Bows and leaves stage*

Prompter: *Takes out 'Cry' card*

Audience: *Whole place floods*

Fye! Fye! Fye! Long legs! Long legs! Long legs! Sorry Sidd. I can't like Syaoran cos he's the main character and everybody will like him. So um. I like The Black tub and Mokona!

Does anyone have Tsubasa? Vol 2 and above.

Chickkeeennpoox?

2005-12-17T22:19:00.000+08:00

A BigGap seperates the last blog entry from this one. But the updates are much. But after all that's happened in this BigGap, I have a very important word to say. Chickenpox.
Audiences: *Gasps* Chickenpox?
Yes, teeny minions, chickenpox. The seriousness of the outbreaks before 1995, and that was the time the vaccine was invented in America. Before that, about four million Americans contracted chickenpox each year. I personally have not gotten the vaccine, and this has landed me in....
The Chickenpox Today.
Audience: Noo!
Yes, dear fellows, I have contracted... chickenpox. It was a highly uncomfortable phase. Higly uncomfortable as in, highly uncomfortable. And I only allowed myself to not be myself during my red days, but here comes chickenpox. Wanna know how it all started? Ok la, I tell. ^^

(Sunday) 4/12/05- Went to Ikea. Kept on scratching at some painful and itchy rashes all the way. Scratch scratch, went my hand, ouch ouch, went my neck, all the way the the kiddie section, burger king... And, no. I did not suspect it was chickenpox AT ALL.

(Monday) 5/12/05-Still the tichy lumps/rashes. One slightly raised lump was developing on my chest. I haven't told my parents yet. Still no suspecting of C.P.

(Tuesday) 6/12/05-I bathed today and saw my body. The lump was getting redder and lumpier. Meanwhile, more lumps were developing. I SMSed my true buddy, Sidd (here ya go, your offical appreance!) and told her about the ChickenpoxThatWereCunninglyDisguisedAsRashes. And finally it hit me. Could it be...? (Yes, it was.) So hit hit, went my finger on the handphone pad. Vibrate vibrate, went my handphone.
"I checked up a book on Mother and Infant care. Chickenpox. Starts as small, itchy lumps and generally develope into disgusting water sacs that are choc full of the chickenpox virus (I typed it my way). To relieve itchiness, calamine lotion may be applied. Baths help soothe the sores."
So. When my auntie got back I was (in Chinese, of course.): DoyathinkI'vegotchickenpoxcozIthinkIgotsomethingonmychestthatlooksbloodywelllikeachickenpox.
Auntie: LemmieseeifthatpoxonyourchestisachickenpoxOhwowitis,I'msoscaredofyounow.

And from then on, I was marked a 'highly contagious vermin'. At that moment, the phone rang. My aunt picked it up. It was for me. I was about to hold the reciever when my aunt held it for me, she was afraid of getting C.P. and so after I hung up, she wiped the reciever with a tissue.
And the whole Cheng family started getting scared of contacting chickenpox from me.

After that, I went to the Doc's and got some fourth dollar per 10 tabs pack medi and some calamine lotion.

(Wednesday)7/12/05- The chickenpox are growing at an alarming rate. My neck, chest, back, adomen are covered in more rash. But I dred one thing: getting C.P. on my face. And here I am, woke up with very red pox that are BIG and RED and HORRIBLE and PAIN and ITCHY, ALL OVER MY FACE. I think thre were 10 or so.
The very first one on my chest has fully developed and has water. Gross. I can't bathe properly now. I can't wash my hair much cos the pox on my scalp hurts. And I can't really soap my bod cos it's HIGHLY disgusting to touch your body with smooth, protuding foreign substance.
Everyday I am confined to: Sofa, matress, gameboy, playstation, tv. I DO THE SAME STUFF EVERYDAY!!! And the family got so scared of me, not for me, that I've just read newspapers with gloves on.

(Thursday)8/12/05- I thought those were the worsts. Oh yeah. Did I say the very first pox on my chest has develpoed fully? I just got bigger today. The ones on my face just got redder I got terrifying pox on my legs now. In order to stop myself from suffering from depression, I have ceased looking at myself in mirrors. And you thought the pox was all. I also had to keep them from bursting.

(Friday) 9/12/05- I had a pox at the outer side of my thigh. At night, exrta comfy, lifted hips a little, accidentally press on thigh a little too hard, ouch. A crater in my skin. I don't wanna explain. Enough said. I remember. My mom always fusses about my pimple conditions, even though I'm only twelve and I'm still growing. And compared to JingWen I look like a girl with a perfect face. Hahaha. Imagine the look when she sees my face now. But it ain't really funny. Still on the verge of depression.
My parents came tonight. I guess my mom was freaked out but she didn't show it. I am tired, TIRED of people staring at my face everyday. TIRED, TIRED, and fukin sick of it. Mommy stares. Daddy stares.

(Saturday) 10/12/05- I think the pox amount has peaked. Now there are no more outbreaks, but the remaining pox still stays. It's the battle between me and the pox. How many pox can I save.

(Monday) 11/12/05- Bath. I don' think baths can help RELIEVE itchiness in the case of my aunt's showerhead. Powerful jets of water pound in my head like massagers. Aah. On my back. Aah. Water-scratching. I couldn't believe it at first but hey-I noticed some pox dissappearing! I was sooooo happy. But the veryfirst pox hadn't though, I hope it can survive through the whole C.P. phase.

(Tuesday) 13/12/05- Still highly uncomfortable. Started to picking at the scabs on my scalp. It's really an entertainment. And what I found out from the telly: All Steve Irwin does is annoy animals.

(Wednesday) 14/12/05- Nothing new. Don't worry about your spunky little heroine.

(Thursday) 15/12/05- Some of my pox are...scabbing! I've never been so happy. And I smiled for the first time since I got pox on my face.

(Friday) 16/12/05- Picked at a scab on my face. It turned out it wasn't fully healed and picking before healed was tantamount to burst pox. So I got a crater in my face. CryCry.
Yi qin, Joyce, [another] Angeline went to visit me unexpectedly today. It was so touching. And they got a a present too! X)). Yiqin said her mom encoureged her to get C.P. so we were like, "Yo sister!" and rubbing arms together, but it's no use. After I have scabs, I'm not infections anymore! And these guys were really lucky to have visited me on that day. If they visited me last week I think the situation would be like this:
Yiqin and gang arrive and doorstep. I appear. The trio runs away.

(Saturday) 17/12/05- I feel good, ta da Da da Da da Da. It's great fun picking at scabs! My face dosen't look like the veryevilmonster that Kadaj called forth anymore! I can go out after my 24 hours confinement in a house.

I think the rest of my days'll be G-R-E-A-T. Kudos to you. Can someone email me what's kudos?

FF spoof..unveiled!

2005-11-29T23:57:00.000+08:00

Aah, done, the FF spoof! I case you're wondering, it's Final Fantasy: Advent Children. Super great. Love the hairs. And SWORDS DANCE! CLOUD RULES! What's spoof? A movie made funny into words.

Copyright 2005 by Jo

Enjoy! Hope you have a sense of humor.

Final Fantasy: Advent Children spoof!

Helicopter: I hate you.
Reno: I hate you too.
Helicopter: That’s why I’m gonna force you to the foggy pit of doom.
Reno: Ouch. Bullets. Allergies.

Marlene: Lifestream. A stream with life! Duh. Enough said. Sepiroth: We aliens invented something to make hair stick to this face forever. I hate you. I hate the world. I hate teddy bears.

Denzel: (Translated from: "Blah blah blah blah blah blah?") If I scratch my head will I have a scar like Harry’s?

Wolf: Watch and learn as my front leg are hidden by a sword.

Cloud: Ouch. Eat my dirt!

Kadaj: Watch my hair. Hehe.
Loz: I…got sand in my eyes.
Kadaj: Watch my hair. Hehe.
Yazoo: We hate big brother coz he has blond hair. *Envy envy*
Kadaj: Let’s hack off his hair! *Everybody zooms at Cloud*
Cloud: *thinks* AAAAH! I don’t wanna be bald! Gerrof, gerrof!
Loz: Where’re mother? We wanna transplant some hair to her…
Yazoo: Is it possible to shoot hair off?
Kadaj: Watch my hair. Hehe.

Kadaj: Oops. Sorry. I shot your glasses. Damn it! Just give the hair!
Cloud: I have too many uses for it. Like diverting attention…
Kadaj: Watch my hair. Hehe.

Reno: Yo! I rule! UORYAAA. Bye bye. I’m out.
Reno: I won’t shuttap, yo!
Rufus: I’m trying to freak as many people as possible with my almighty cape. Muha.

Rufus: The cape is tickling my nose. *Tahan, tahan*
Reno: Mommy??? Daddy????
Reno: I’ll interrupt until you let me in.
Rufus: It’s really simple. Kadaj’s gang wants to kill you.
Reno: This is my last resort. Cloud, I love you!
Cloud: *paiseh, kicks door*

Reno: I can finally be let in and I make no attempt to go in the room.

Marlene: I’ll now go crazy over a bunch of lilies.
Tifa: What do we do when Cloud gets here?
Marlene: Make him go crazy over a bunch of lilies!

Kadaj: Watch my hair. Hehe.
Rufus: I’m sorry! This time I’ll be honest with you.
Kadaj: I hate lies. You lied. GIVE ME MY BLANKIE BACK!
Rufus: Take it from my head. IT’S MY BLANKIE NOW!

Kadaj: Armpit stinkos rule.
Reno and : We’re acting weak. Shh.
Kadaj: We want reunion. Mother will make me a blankie that way.

Loz: Got any sand?
Tifa: Shuttap and watch my expensive gloves as I put it on.
Loz: Hit me more so I can cry later on.
Tifa: Wait. Lemmie pratice my matrix.

Marlene: Tifa! Was that guy just weak or you were strong?
Tifa: Of course I was strong! How else would I maintain my figure?

Loz: *Answers phone* I’m crying. Goodbye. *Puts down phone*
Tifa: Don’t pull my bra.

Girl kid with geostigma: You’ve got geostigma too? This is the teddy bear I stole from Sepiroth after he hated everything.
Denzel: *ogles*

Cloud: Aah, lilies. How de-stressing. Oh, look, there’s Tifa. Oh, no, the lilies are making me go crazy! TIFA, TIFA! ARGH! The lilies are making the geostigma go crazy! *Glove burns* I want holy water. Now!
Fans: You weren’t supposed to know that yet..
Cloud: Aw, eff it. Let me enjoy this moment with Tifa before my glove explodes first..

Reno: You weigh like a bull.
Cloud: Tifa is worse.
Rude: You lost the children.
Cloud: Oooh…yippie!

Tifa: Help us, we’re gonna DIE man, DIE
Reno: Help us, we’re gonna DIE man, DIE.
Cloud: What color you want me to dye?

Kadaj: Watch my hair. Hehe. Everyone here has power.
Marlene: *Punches Kadaj and nosebleed* Ouch. That’s the power I wasn’t talking about.
Kadaj: Yeah. Armpit stinkos rule. Expel the stink! *White smoke emerge*

Kadaj: Now follow my lead on the new drinking method. Push your head all the way back and make sure you DO fall over into the water, unlike me. I am supreme. Muha. Watch my hair. Hehe.
Children: Don’t pollute the air!

Marlene: Denzel! Water sucks. Drink…..root beer!

White trees: Cloud, don’t you even notice how beautiful we are!?!
Cloud: I’m too beautiful for you.

Kadaj: See, my evil minions. *Wave wave*
Children: Yes, our feet hurt.

Kadaj: I will try to hack his hair off by wielding my sword.
Yazoo: I will try to hack his hair off by shooting his hair.
Loz: I will try to hack his hair off by having superspeed and glowing beautifully every one second.
Jo and fans: What's the use??!!

Yazoo: Incoming mud.
Cloud: Incoming special power. *whack*

Tree: Cloud…take my body back to my parents, okay? I gave you support, mind. And gave you a place for your sword to land. And not letting them hack off your hair. *Tree breaks* Ok nevermind.

Vincent: Here I come! With the invisible cl…aww, you saw it.
Cloud: Vincent, you just lost me my handphone.
Vincent: I’ll pay you back in the middle of unexpected chaos.

Marlene: Don’t kill me! I’ll make a lot of noise so you will know I’m harmless!
Cloud: Vincent bloody well lost my handphone.
Marlene: Idiot…

Marlene: I’ll hide behind Vincent’s cloak and get the camera to pan to my feet! Your cloak tickles.

Reno: *whispers* Let’s get outta here.
Rude: *whispers* Bitch. Let her lecture Cloud. Haha.

Monster: I shall freak you! GRrRrR.
Reno and Rude: We’re extras.
Loz: Mother is in here! I know it! *Sob sob*

Reno: I’m acting cool here. I don’t know. *laugh*
Yazoo: Were you the one who stole my underwear?
Reno: *thinks* OH NO, HE FOUND OUT! I shall look at Rude to soothe me. Aaah. Rude’s face sucks! I am agitated! Agh.

Kadaj: Watch my hair. Hehe. And now I shall call fourth the veryevilmonsterthatpoppedoutfromnowhere!

Veryevilmonster: I shall proceed to destroy the memorial with my almighty fart. *Squeal*

Reno: I actually hate you, Rude. Uorya~~
Rude: Reno, if I can do the moonwalk after my nose comes off, I’m gonna kill you.

Reno: *Tries to carry child away to safety*
Child: Let me help you pay back for Rude coz he can do the moonwalk. *sticks fingers up Reno’s nose*
Veryevilmonster: Grrr. I wanna do the moonwalk too!
Michael Jackson: Pay me.

Children in Rude’s arms: We don’t appreciate being treated like wooden blocks.
Reno: Suupermaan!

Rude: Let’s dance!
Loz: Waltz or samba?
Rude: Head-knock.
Loz: Hit harder. I wanna have a scar. *flings Rude* I’ll miss you!

Reno: My ass rules.

Red dog and cat: Let’s increase our cute appeal!

Cid: My cute appeal is waaaay over the dog/cat.

Guy: A helicopter! It’s new.
Tifa: Ok.
Guy: Un...you can ride in it?
Tifa: …

Vincent: And now I will appear comically in the middle of chaos to pay back Cloud for the bloody handphone. Where is the phone shop?

Denzel: Blah blah blah?
Tifa: Sorry, I don’t speak your language.

Cid: And now I throw a boomerang which is the most uneffective weapon.
Veryevilanduglymonster: -_-"

Veryuglymoster: Your sword is tasty.
Cloud: I put peanut sauce on it. New flavor. Nice?

People who helped Cloud up: Go, Cloud, go. We’re… scared.
Cloud: You can have my peanut butter later.

Kadaj: Mother! Muah muah muah.

Kadaj: I still want your hair! *Bang bang*
Cloud : Incoming high-speed motocycle!

Kadaj: Watch my hair. Hehe.

Reno: This is a bomb.
Rude: Yea.
Reno and Rude: RUUUUNNN!!!

Kadaj: Ooh, lilies! Let’s go crazy! I will mourn here and sound like a broken trumpet.
Cloud: Wow, a lily! Let me look around.

Holy water: Here I come to save the day!
Cloud: *Sticks out arm* I like water. Get it? Cloud, rain, water. Yay.
Kadaj: I hate holy water! Ouch! It’s hurting. I’ll try to fend it off. *Sweep sweep*
Cloud: Hey look my arm was cured! Maybe that’s coz my name is Cloud. Get it? Cloud, rain, water. Yay.

Sepiroth: Hihi! Long time no see!

Denzel: (Translated from: "Blah blah blah...blah blah...blah blah....blah.") My scar…is hurting me…I think it’s a warning…He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's back.

Cloud: Ouch. My shoulder. Your sword…it has NO WAY-my favourite strawberry jam!
Sepiroth: If I die you can lick my sword.
Cloud: And now I will do my most impressive move ever-The Swords Dance! Hyah!

Kadaj: Yay! I got my forever sticking to the face hair back again! Phew, the wig I had to wear for Sepiroth was so bloody hot.
Cloud: Die, die, die.
Kadaj: Big brother! It’s been years since we bathed together…
Cloud: …
Kadaj: Watch my hair. Hehe. *Dies in wips of smoke/dots/computer graphics*

Cloud: Yay. Rain. Boo. Bullets. Ouch.

Denzel: Blah blah blah blah blah blah, blah?
Marlene: Sorry, I don’t speak your language.

Cloud: Wow. I wake up in a pool of holy water and my clothes are not a shit wet.

Tifa: I don’t get a crap what you’re talking and I don’t know if you understand me but this is holy water and it will cure you and it can do miraculous stuff like not getting Cloud’s clothes wet and letting himself be found being surrounded by a group of creepy kids and can cure Geostigma and it was probably sent by-
Everyone in the church: Shut up and let the boy get cured!
Cloud: *Strangles Denzel and pushes his head under the water*
Denzel: *Struggles for air* Mommy!
Everyone in the church: His first ever recognizable word! It was mommy! How sweet! *Clap clap*
Tifa: Must be the Holy Water…
Denzel: Oh darn. I can’t have a scar like Harry’s now.
Cloud: I’ll do one for you now! *Takes out sword and carves a lightning on Denzel’s forehead*
Denzel: Yay! *Blood pouring out of wound*

Cheers. XD. Next up…FF comic spoofs!

Auras..

2005-11-29T23:21:00.000+08:00

Waah! Ho seh. So long no blog liao. Sorry, I sound so Singaporean. I shall switch to my uniquetalkingthateveryonelikes mode.

Updates! PSLE result's out. 225. A bit downcast, but, hey it was ordinary. Honestely, my parents are more stressed out than me over the schools I'm going to. According to my mom, she wants to plonk me in Fairfield, Gan Eng Seng, Bukit Batok and yaya. I haven't even mentioned the word school all week and as I typed, my parents are non-stop discussing.
Sorry. It was boring. Sorrysorrysorry. I take it very badly if I bore a person with my typings. Aha. Lemmie share something about me.

Ever took notice of how you make out of people? The first time I meet someone, I try to sense the sort of 'aura' from them. The color I decide on depends on the personality of the person. For Sidd, she's bright yellow-orange. For super bitches, it's flaming red with a hint of white. Whatdoyou consider my aura? I think it a bright yellow with a bit of orange. I can't explain why I can come to these conclusions, but I just had a feeling of the colors.
Now let's take an example of people I hate. The Gay I see as black and red.

Here's a list of the overall people.
Lim- Dark blue-green
Mango- Emerald green
Andy Lau- Orange
Dad- Pale red
Mom- Peach
Charlotte- Purple yellow
Spongebob- Yellow! What else.

Aaah. I get scolded.

2005-09-22T23:11:00.000+08:00

Aah. The day I was waiting for finally arrived. Getting scolded by Mr Pang/Mdm Goh for the school toilet fiasco. Today Mr Pang finally complained about what happened. I was guessing since the LC exam.

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Goh: "And another case. Last time during the LC exam, something happened in the school toilets. That person better own up, or else when I go deeper that person'll regret it."
My heart rate went up. So she knew. I raised my hand. She wasn't looking at me.
Goh: "Tell me what you did."
She still wasn't looking at me...
Me: "I stood on the school sinks."
Goh: "Why did you do that?"
The classroom was left with a nasty, ringing silence.
Goh: "Gove me a good reason and I'll forgive you."
The classroom was met with another silence. A form of distraction came in the shape of Chua Jia Yin returning back to her seat from the toilet, crying. I love you Chua.
Goh: "Blah blah blah reflect yada yada Mr Panglikestobetreatedwithrespect yada yada whatdoyouthinkyoushoulddoJolene?"
Me: "Apologise to him?"
Goh: "The only problem is that Mr Pang can sense your anger when you apologise. If you can't do if verbally, then I suggest you to write a letter to him."
Me: "Okay."
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The letter went something like this:

To Mr Pang

Im terribly sorry for standging on the school toliets. I have relefected on my mistakes and realise I was a fault. Mdm Goh said than the sinks were made of dunno what "granite" and could not hold the weight of a person. I understand if the sinks had broke, the school would have to pay a heavy sum for the patching up. But isn't sitting on it the same as standing? Your weight is still on the sinks. Almost everybody does that. And then I can't remember what I wrote after that.

DsmmitArt news

2005-09-18T18:45:00.000+08:00

Woots. Not much today. I'm about to download Maple finish! Stupid comp, so slow. I'm so sorry for feeding you with boredom.
And here's reminding you about the art group im in, DsmmitArt! It consists of three members:
Me, Sid (originally known as Cyd, who originally was known as Seri), and Lim. Sid and I are the primary artists. Lim as chucked in 'coz she had artistic talent. But she dosen't want to draw for DsmmitArt anymore. She wants to design fonts. So.
Anyboday wanting to contact DsmmitArt for personalised artwork, or for fanmail. For personalised artwork, fill up our order list and email dsmmitart@hotmail.com. For fanmail (ooh, will we get fanmail?), also email the email. Thanks lots. From DsmmitArt guys.
http://dsmmitart-yayskinks.blogspot.com
Using this blog also, I plan to keep you guys updated on DsmmitArt news. Please be a fan. The pics are blurry coz Lim didn't scan it properly.

DoZ

Proved telepathy

2005-09-17T23:10:00.000+08:00

Ah! Sweet, sweet blogger. Long time no see. I know not much people will visit this blog, but what I write is always worth a read. Not much people have the patience to quietly read a blog, while sipping at their coffee. I admit I don't really either. And I know some people hate it when you have this long list of blog entries and you don't really want to miss any of it, and yet you don't have the patience to read all, so I'll be setting my blog posts to five per page. Except for special friends, I will force myself to read.
I know all these crap's getting boring, so, I'll start from today's PSLE Listening Compre. Bad start. I'll tell.

It was in the morning and what's the first thing you do when you wake up? Brush your teeth? Wash your face? Nooo. Open your eyes. Duh.
So I trotted off to school worrying more about whether my Chicken Essence would give me stomachache than getting good results for my LC. When I got to the school hall, I saw lines and lines of P-sixes. CL1. Mine. I sat and pulled out-PIKAWITH! It's a book Sid(originally known as Seri) and I created. It's about Pikas being tortured by us. Ok, it's a um...hilarious book by us.
Calling to all Singaporeans, if you want a 1 page sample of Pika with, email me at jolenefoong@hotmail.com for the address to ask. Include a stamp inside(the envelope) with a letter for us (we LOVE fanmail, dontcha, Sid).
Toilet break, anyone? The whole lot rushed to the toilet and I stood on the sink area (the empty space) and just stood there when-
"HOLDONWHATDOYOUTHINKYOU'REDOINGGETDOWNYOUSEELAP6STILLDOINGTHISKINDOFSTUFF," Mr Pang shouted. I half-jumped down from the sinks and hid in a toilet cubicle, knowing fully well that he will still shout and he did. "YOUGETHERTOCOMEOUTNOT, LATERTHETOILETSINKBREAKTHENYOUKNOWCOMEDOWN-" Auntie Janet was really nice. She was smiling as she saw me pointing to myself to Mr Pang as she said "Aiyah, nevermind la..."
Stupid Mr Pang. Scold until like that. I followed the whole gang back to the hall, scowling, as Mr Pang continued, "YOUBUSHUANGDENTELLMELAH-"

Charlotte: "I told you not to stand...Mdm Goh told you not to get yourself scolded before the exams and now..."
Me: "I wanted to relieve the tension of the exams! I do stupid stuff when I'm stressed. You know..."

I was slightly distracted through the exams. Worse still, the first one was Chinese. Weak subject. Mr Pang's shouts still echoed in my head. I was a bit distracted for Chinese. Lucky I recover fast from upset-tits. I returned Sid's smile only half-heartedly when I went back to my place. Even PikaWith lost it's funniness.
Only breaktime with Sid could cure that heavy dragness. We laughe, played, punched stomachs, slapped each other. PikaWith was funny again. "Pika in the vacum cleaner!" Sid exclaimed and we both laughed real hard. This whole day could not hav been completely spoilt if not for Mr Pang. I would've willingly switched bodies with someone for one day for a hundred bucks and then switch back the next day.
I was still a bit distracted in the English LC. When left alone, I still feel empty and bloated up with sadness. Then-
"We welcome a special guest in this show today. I very well-known actress, Shalala!"
I had to control the shaking of my shoulders and giggling. It was such a silly name. Next up was another quote: "Fatty fatty bom bom, today cannot go home." That wasn't as funny, but it was amusing. And another and another, "Surely you've al least read Charles Dickens? Oh no, then half of your life is wasted!"
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During Supp class Sid and I made the most mystical, wonderful and slightly creepy discovery, ever.
We got our Science results, Mdm Goh read it out to us. Upon 60, I got 52. I knuckled with Sid when we both got 52. "Yeaa." Then a memory struck me like lightning. The flashback I had a very quickly pieced up in my mind.

It was any other ordinary supp class, in the same room, the IT Kidz Hub. The whole class had just finished doing a Science paper and Mdm Goh was about to give the class the answers to Section A. I leaned over to Sid and took out my writing pad. "Hey-what do you think we'll get? DsmmitArt? Guess Lim's first."
"54?" Sid said. I was so shocked. I was thinking of 54 for Lim, too! "I was thinkin' bout that too!" We both laughed as I jotted down Lim's marks. "What about ours? We always get the same marks, right?"I said. We had previously marked grammar worksheets and had all the same marks. I whispered again. "No wait-telepathy. Were you-were you thinking of 52?" Sid nodded in between giggles and we both laughed. I jotted that down too. At first I didn't really believe in telepathy, but now I do!
There was tension while marking the papers. I counted. I could only get 4 questions wrong if I wanted to hit 52. One question wrong...two questions wrong...three...four...five. My heart drooped. I wouldn't get the 52 marks. I looked over to Sid's paper after marking and she also didn't get 52. Worse still, we had different marks.
I sighed and mumbled "nevermind" and stowed the pad in my bag, which contained our Sid and I's marks as 52, and Lim's marks as 54.

"Sid, you're never gonna believe this." This time, I took the writing pad ouy of my bag again. I flipped to the page when Sid written '52' and '54' so long ago. "Look! Las time you still remember trying to predict our marks for the Science Section A? And we didn't get 52? Lim didn't get 54 either? But now it's true! We BOTH got 52! We...hold on-what about Lim? Don't tell me-"
"-she has fif-fifty-four?"
We stared at each other, wide-eyed. In our utter excitement, we asked Lim, each hoping desperately for the same thing.
"Lim Lim Lim. How m4, much did you get for your Section A Science?"
"54, why?"
We were too shocked, too excited, too elated to speak. We just stared at each other absolutely, mouths into grins, smiles. WE PREDICTED THE FUTURE! WE PREDICTED THE FUTURE! We were making squeals and laughter. Proved telepathy indeed! WE PREDICTED THE FUTURE! We fell about laughing (To readers: If you're arent feeling the excitement we were going through, you're not human), grinning, able to relish this beautiful piece of information.
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Luckily there was a cheerfullness factor during the night. Sid could join me in the celebration of the Mid-Autum Festival! In short, burn candles. It was great fun. The matched were quite useless.
Strike one! Got flame! Bring to the candle, it dies out. Chucked the matchstick on the ground.
Strike two! Got flame! Bring to the candle, it dies out. Chucked the matchstick on the ground.
Strike three! The matchstick broke into half. Chucked the matchstick on the ground.
We got ourselves semi-scalded with addidental and not-so-accidental hot wax. Sid melted some and waxed her fingernail. I waxed my hand. Then- "OUCH OUCH OUCH." Sid told me about the different elements to the astological signs, and Leo, me, was a fire element. Sid, as a water element figured out she wasn't good with fire coz she was a water type. "Thanks for introducing me to candles and fire, Jo." We played with sparklers next. I think the sparklers were the most fun, coz we bent one side and threw up on the trees. Mine succesfully got caught on the branches twice. Sid's caught neither (of all the tries). "Argh, Zhi Yi and Nazira ganged up to go against me!" Zhi Yi's element was wood and Nazira's was Air.
If all would have been such a good day. If not for the China people. We were having such fun throwing the sparklers up of the trees when they passed. One of them said in Mandrin, in a loud voice, "Look at them! These Singaporeans!"
I heard them and got angry at once. I will keep mum now and not type anything else. Like me being a chilipadi, for instance.
We ended with spinning sparklers in circles and fetched Sid home by my dad's car. "I don't wanna leave," Sid pleaded as she watched the TV in the car.

Mind related..weeeee

2005-08-12T15:56:00.000+08:00

The table was actually Seri's...she said the "s" wasn't hers, but she coloured it. She did a head on it. Monday I'm gonna try to do a trademark of mine's.

Nice table...

2005-08-12T14:38:00.000+08:00

We shifted tables today for Monday's Listening Comprehension. My new table was vandilised severly. An artistic S shape, like a unique oddly-shaped diamond. Nice colouring. Beside it was a deep and long gash filled with blue and green ink. I tried to deepen it with my ruler and eeks, I hate to grey dust that comes out...

Pregnant

2005-08-11T16:34:00.000+08:00

"Three: extended manternity leave. Manternity leave means you can take a break from work for pregnant mothers." Mdm Goh's voice echoced around the classroom.
"Pregnant men," I mumbled to Andy Lau. We both sniggered as Mdm Goh wanted the whole class to jot it down.
"Aiyah! I wrote pregnant men!" And Lau said and we both dissolved in sniggers again. I looked down at my own worksheet and realised I wrote 'pregnant men'. A while later we got scolded by Mdm Goh for laughing too much.

Birthday gal

2005-08-09T17:03:00.000+08:00

Although it was National Day, it was pretty uneventful. Ok that's all.

Knockers

2005-08-08T19:31:00.000+08:00

Today is the eve of S'pore's National Day! Yeaa. Anyway we had a traditional celebration at school. It was pretty boring and Seri and I got ticked off by a teacher for making too much noise.
Our freebies were a whistle, a knocker (when you move it left right it will create a noise), and a diary.
We got pretty looney. Seri hid behind me as a blew on my knocker and she blew on her whistle. And when Seri blew on her whistle noiselesly I hid behind her shaking the knocker. Yea, stupid.

2005-08-05T16:35:00.000+08:00

Though Seri Lim and I started the true Dsmmit blog, I shouldn't ignore ths blog, should I? Ok it was my English Oral today. I think I did fairly well in it except for...WHAT THE HELL AM I TALKING ABOUT SCHOOL STUFF FOR!?!?!
Anyway it was yesterday that we officially filled it up with the first few pics. Damn, we were busy. We were like, sorta arguing over who would blog in the pics until I found out I couldn't blog in the pics using this comp, so I shut up. What IS our blog name? http://dsmmitart-yaypuffballs.blogspot.com . Vist it.
Maybe it won't lie up to your standart but hey, its wortha visit coz there's music and chatroom there. And pics. Duh.

2005-07-29T18:23:00.000+08:00

I got 'punished' today. So did Andy lau. We were arguing about panadols and I said "I take kids'." "I take syrup."
"Kids'!"
"Syrup!"
"KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDS'!"
"SYYYYYYYYRUUUUUUUUUPPPP!"
We argue over stupid stuff in class now. Anway we continued with the "kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiids'" and "syyyyyyyyruppppp" until Mdn Goh heard us and got Andy Lau to stand up and say what he said for two minutes. All the while I was hoping Mdm Goh didn't notice I joined in the childish interactive... "Jolene also got!" I squinted at Nigel. That sucker.
"Ok Jolene you also stand up and do what Andy Lau does. Who wants to go first?"

Andy Lau went for the go first and everybody giggled. "Syyyyyyyyyyyruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."
He held on gor two minutes and I stood up. "Kiddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd..."

Although it was supposed to be a punishment but I sort of enjoyed it. Two minutes. No big deal.
DAMN IT WAS LONG.

Dsmmit

2005-07-28T13:23:00.000+08:00

Seri, Lim (Jiaying) and I are starting an art group, Dsmmit Art. So far we've produced 1 masterpiece: The broken heart mender. (Sorry everything's in italic, the damned comp...)
So here's Dsmmit's autobiography:

Autobiography of Dsmmit Art:
The art group consists of Jo, Cydrange and Lim living and growing up in totally different areas (yea, in different houses in Jurong West), they met together unexpectedly(in West Grove, well heck ya, it was unexpected) in the same class (finally).
Personal writing from the group members; treasured:
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Jo
Hey this is Jo here....I have black eyes and black hair! ;>
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Seri
Hey this is Seri here....I have black eyes and black hair! ;>
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Lim
Hey this is Lim here....I have black eyes and black hair! ;>
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Dsmmit Art wishes to do their homwork, becomefamous some day, and not being screamed at when they enter school toilets.

So that's Dsmmit Art. Any posters or sumtink you want us to desgin, call us at:
Seri: over*_floow@hotmail.com (Seri if u say ya, I'll un-censor your email)
Me: jolenefoong@hotmail.com (reminding, MSN I have. Friendster, ya.).
Lim: lyla*gurl93@hotmail.com (same goes for you, Lim)

All of us has MSN.

The strikeback

2005-07-26T19:00:00.000+08:00

Cheers, guys! The internet connection is back. I dunno if I should address "guys" as one and only Seri.
Today's my birthday! Ec gave me a huggie doggie *glances behind at pink and white doggie huggie*, Auntie Regina gave me Dan Brown's Deception Point *glances at bookshelf and finds book missing*, Xinyi and Kailin Jie gave me Roxy sling *glances at the brandedbag*, my parents gave me HP's HBP *glances at computer screen* (American version! Ent it kwel? but it cost $50 ++).
And there was quite alot of birthday wishes, accompanied with guys' insults on my new short hair. I had a mini-birthday party with Ron, Bren. Creamy cake. Aunt Reg. commented on my face.
"She's got natural waves in her hair-" (Obviously my mother's.)
"-also the face shape-" (Obviously my dad's.)
"-and I quite like the specs." (Obviously my own.)

Speaking...-typing of birthday parties, i held one when i was P4, and Sarah gave me an Invisible Journal. (Yes, the journal can be seen, but not the words, mofo.) Over the year I lost the UV light and pen. So recently I bought. I've been quite popular with the guys recently coz of the pen.
So now I have the light back for my journal. I wrote it when I was P4. Here's the veryfirst entry:
26-7-03
Today is my birthday. After the party, I slowly (mind you) slowly unwrapped the more-than twenty birthday presents. Big ones, very big ones, small ones, medium ones. Some I unwrapped so nicely.. .zzziiiaaak! The wrapping broke. -_-"
Gd nite, sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs wake up...zzz

I was so cute last time. More to come.

Why

2005-06-17T19:39:00.000+08:00

After reading Candis' I was as cool as her.> blog (http://-royally-phucked.blogspot.com )I realised something. It sucks to be the only child. Or was I just reading to life of a rebellious teen? Either way, it does suck to be the only child. Uh.....but everything happens for a reason.

(Celebrating the shortest ever blog entry by me- cheers!)

Who's there?

2005-06-12T18:36:00.000+08:00

This was the story related to me by my dad.
"It was 4:00am in the morning. I was awakened by loud and continuous banging on the hotel door, as if someone was trying to break in. I saw you [Me] bolt upright [But I had no recollection of bolting upright whatsoever] as I headed for the door. Initially I thought it was a ghost. But the more I listened, I realised it was a human trying to break down the door. Burgulars! Then I heard a voice in Hokkien. "Oi, are you sure the room no. is 1328 or 1348?" At this I could not bear it any longer. I had taken so long to fall asleep and now these people go waking me up. I opened the door. A woman was squatting down. A man was on his hp. "Er....oh sorry sorry, no need to already. Bye bye." He apologized to me and left." Blur queen #1. Blur king #1.
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After lunch we shifted into a Deluxe room. Not much. Except we had a balcony infested with dead moths and bird shit.
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I played bowling today. My score sucked. And for dinner I ate at Secret Recipie! Not that secret, ya. I tries lagsana. My mom was not really happy about me ordering that expensive watermelon juice though...
A basket of fruits welcomed us when we enteredour hotel room. Wow. Staying in a Deluxe room has its benifits after all! In the end it was just a promised welcome gift.

Goin sumwhere?

2005-06-11T18:13:00.000+08:00

I'm in Malacca today. Dunno how I'm gonna spent it though. But my Mom should have got it all planned.
To shoot off with it I had a horrible lunch. I was chewing on my veggie when I came accross something hard. I spat it out. Then I used my chopsticks to prod around my 1/3 digested food.
And I found-ewwwwwwww-a snail shell. My appetite immediately vanished.
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I checked inot my hotel. It's said that you must knock first on your new hotel door before entering to please the dweling spirits inside. But I always forget to remind the adults. The moment I got in I snuggled on the bed. My aunt called me over to the window and guess what I saw? Aww...a pidgeon. Ok, you might think what makes a pid so cute under my eyes. But how many times in a lifetime can you use a handphone and film a pid at the window inches away from you?
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Night-time. I was in Chinatown. At the near entrance, I saw a large crowd of people gathering. Naturally the key pohs in us went over to have a look.
A man in his early fifties was standing in the middle. My dad explained to me: He was a skilled martial arts master and was actually trying to promote a kind of medicine for burns. He would be burning himself slightly first then applying his medicine to prove it was effective.
"Look everybody. I am a skilled persoe in a type of martial arts. I am about to perform something no one in the world dares to do, only me. So watch closely." He rattled on in Mandrin. "So everybody get ready. Watch." Then he faced a man holding a coconut. Tension, as well as my heartbeat increased. Unexpectedly, a flicker of fear whipped me. What was he going to do?
"One, two, three, HOIK!" The coconut flew into the air and the man caught it.
"Thank you everybody," he gave a bow, "come back tomorrow to see the real thing." Much laughter was heard and a loud "cheh!" was clearly audible. Enjoyable.

ReVeAlEd facts

2005-06-09T21:20:00.000+08:00

~Ovation
Seri, Jiaying and I plan to start a band-Ovation. It’s pretty disorganised, my suggested group meetings rapidly withered to dust. The first song we’re gonna play is Gwen Stefani’s Hollaback Girl. Cool and easy to copy the background music. Well, after listening to the song a few more times I found it not so easy to imitate after all.
The most important part-stomping of you feet. Seri, and maybe Jiaying, take note. Currently listening to it now. Trying to memorise the stamping and stuff. Difficult.
Heard what I said. D-I-F-F-I-C-U-L-T. Well, the first group meeting we’ll try to get the hang of it, eh?
~Jiazhen
You know Jiazhen, the cheerful, popular, chubby, cute girl famous with guys? She seems so nice and sweet but actually she’s a rebellious girl that’s nasty. Deep inside. Like how Rose keeps telling me Potty’s evil deep inside but she doesn’t seem so to me.
~Revealed facts
Read newspapers? A little while ago there was two featured newspaper articles about a secondary school. The school had a boy injured because he laughed at a friend’s results as his were better than his friend. The friend didn’t feel shiok and sp beat him up so badly he was landed in a hospital. (Not, the friend, you idiot, he didn’t beat the boy up so much until he got injured himself). Another incident was when a group of pupils beat a girl up just because they found her too arrogant. The newspapers refused to disclose the school’s name. But I know. How? My mom’s colleague went to visit the injured boy (her son was studying in that school). What school? Which school is so violent? Shhh......New Town Secondary School.

There's still another juicy thing I have,but my fingers are flopping aimlessly.

Birds go on strike! Yahhhhhhhhhhhhh

2005-06-08T18:26:00.000+08:00

[Part 2 of Water hoses go on strike.]

After some time, I saw a bird standing on the window. Of course it didn't really bother about me, because no possible noise is made while I massaging my butt. So I watched the bird making flapping noises (I was still massaging my butt with soap for no reason). When I used the hose the bird heard the noise it made and flew away. Heck ya. I like the hose.

Water hoses go on strike! Yahhhhhhhhh

2005-06-08T18:02:00.000+08:00

I used the hose today while I was showering. It spews out cold water imcomparable to the shower. I turned the knob and heard the familiar gush of water pushing to escape the flexible tube. No water? I turned the knob more and peered inside.
There was a feeling of forebonding but I still couldn't see any water. That was when it hit me. I got smacked with the water in my face.

2005-06-06T19:30:00.000+08:00

The start of another hetic week in a twelve year old's life. Anyway Andy's really irritating. But we arranged a bowling session during the third week of the June Holidays. I like bowling...
Guess its boring, right, reading to a girl's journal entries.
I'm trying to think of another innovative idea in my blog, I'm usually good at these kinda things but I'm too tired now. Goodnight.

2005-05-30T19:24:00.000+08:00

June holidays, but I only get one full week of not returning back to school.
Geddit?
Today I went back to school to do my Marcomedia Flash Traning. Who's in my fitted-roughly group? Jiazhen, Hwee Chin, me and Joyce. The whole training was not so eventfull. We had another new relief teacher coz Mr Edaward couldn't make it due to sickness. The last training we had a different one. Now too.
He must've been too stressed.
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Anyway, the first relief teacher once he asked us,"So....you guys are P1? Er.. P3 or P6 or something?"
"We're P6." chroused the class."
Then I announced, in a clear voice, "Oh, yea, we're P1."
"We're in kindergarden," Hwee Chin joined in.
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I had a terrible head-cold and kept on sneezing. I hate those sneezes when sometimes snot dosen't come out and when you think the incoming sneeze dosen't have snot, snot comes out. Mdm Goh came over and asked if I was okay coz I looked sick. I said I was sleepy and she was like, "Go on, sleep, coz now's now really the main lesson [8:30am-3:30pm]." So cool! I realeased my rubber band and buried my head in my floppy slingbag.
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After lunch I returned back to the IT Kidz Hub, with plently minutes to spare. I listened to Gwen Stefani's Hollaback Girl while watching Happy Tree Friends with my guys. So there I was, listening to a song totally unrelated to the gross scenes before me. I kept on lip-syncing the song and making small dancing moves to it and trying to imitate Gwen in a comical sorta way coz there was not much people there. I annoyed Hwee Chin by singing "Oooooh, this my ooh [shit]! this my ooh [shit]!".
I scolded Jiazhen and Joyce. Then I scolded a bit more.
Actually I wasn't supposed to be listening to music while I work. But Mdm Goh was playing her CD, so I continued listening to music.
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The computer was taking a great long time, so I tumped the desk. I hit it a bit more.
****
My group was dismissed first coz we completed the worsheet Mdm Goh gave us first. Darren's group had to stay back coz he did it without his group, by himself before Mdm Goh said he could.
Hwee Chin did a bit beforehand. MUHAHAH SO EVIL.
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I solved the crimson room with help from Seri. You rok even harder, yo, my regular customer of this blog. So touched. Yea. I really am. SOB. SOB. SOB. SOB. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

Parent. Teacher. Conference. BOOM.

2005-05-26T16:10:00.000+08:00

Today's Parent-Teacher Meeting Conference. In in the same time slot as the gay. Such bad luck.
I climbed the staircase as my auntie and dad complained why we had to climb such staricases everyday. Still, I put my hands in my pockets, climbing up. When I reached the top of the staris, the first person I saw was LLY. I still walked on with my hands in my pockets.
I peeped in each classroom. I had to always resist the temptation to do that-you had to smile to those people you know. Talk about Zhiyi.
When I stepped into my classroom, everything was hushed. My dad came later than the arranged time slot so I got to see those in mine (8:30-9) and the 9-9:30 time slot pupils. So... that means I can see Seri!
I waited at the edge of the railings, while waiting for Dido (dad) to browse through my papers. Nope. No one. Except Yi Jun (remember her? She's the one sitting beside the gay right now)and Wei Kiat (remember him? He's the one hating the gay right now).
Opposite, I saw 6F's classroom. It's situated at a very handy place: everytime Miss Tiey scolds opposite, we can turn our heads to see who's being scolded. So, looking opposite, I only saw BJL.
Quite a number of times I went back into the classroom. Until the time came for Mdm Goh (I don't hate you because you talk rot. You talk rot because I hate you.) to *ahem* chat with Mdm Goh. I timed their conversation. She took more than 5 mins, which was what she told us to limit our parents to. She talked more than my Dad.
So, she said that my Maths was careless. My English's okay. My Sci's real standart unknown as the paper's too tough. Ok. No pinch.
As time passed, I was worried Seri might never turn up soon enough. Coz I wanted to take a photo with her with my Dad's handy hp.
Finally, I heard Mdm Goh said, "Ok, that's it. Good bye."
No Seri.
As I was about to leave the classroom through the door, Seri and her Mom appeared in the corridor. We both let out squeals of excitement and I grabbed her arm and said in a semi-hushed voice, "Wanna take a photo with me? It'll only take a minute-"
After a mini second's hesitation, Seri agreed and I particually dragged her a more private space. After quite a long time, we finally got the ideal pic we wanted and took it. *PISA!*
We giggled more as I set the pic to wallpaper. The I sent it to my hotmail account, still using my Dad's hp.
Now to meet my Chinese teacher. I tried discouraging my auntie as my Chin Teacher is mad. From the rumours I've heard, she's mad in my class, and out.

During exam time, she had to invigilate 6F. I heard some guys said she walked one round around the classroom and chuckled to herself. Then she took an exam paper from a pupil andmuttered some words to herself.

The conference with her was LONG. I drained my water bottle in time to bid her goodbye.
Guess what when Rose told me when she called my later that afternoon?
I told her I ook that photo with Seri.
"What? But everytime I ask to take a photo with her the says, "Aiyah, donwan la..." Its not fair!"
"Dunno. She agreed like, almost instantly."
"Aw! I really envy you!"

Seri, I know you're reading this. You're my regular customer of this blog! Thanks for letting me take a photo with ya. So cool. Muakz.

Why I didn't get a silver for my Napfa Test

2005-05-25T15:20:00.000+08:00

Looking back at my report book, my Napfa test results, memories come flooding back at me.

From P5 onwards, my grades slackened. P4 I got a silver. P5 and P6 I got bronze, bronze. Why? P5 I had a valid reason.
I still remember when I was doin sit-ups. Jiaying(a matured girl) was helping me with the pressing down of my foot. Sit-ups are hard work. So I strained to my 25th sit-up (okok, I know its pathetic, but my sit-ups only improved when I was in P6). I was gritting my teeth as I strained for my 27th sit-up. Slowly, but with a lot of pain, I starined and strained. "You can do it...you can do it..." Jiaying's voice came from above my knees.
I let out a grunt and farted audibly.
Jiaying laughed out loud. A second later, I joined in. I lost all my strength laughing together with Jiaying. I mean, I was so stupid! I over-excerted myself and actually farted! That was how I got a bronze, together with my ever-horrible standing broad jump results.

2005-05-20T20:20:00.000+08:00

Talk about making foes. I'm starting to be meaner! And more bookish!um....
Maybe the first time you met me...what did you think about me? Dear guys, friends, I mean strictly friends, if you're reading this pls give your comments on what you first impression you had while meeting me for the first time. Ok...I know this is boring. No interesting stuff for me to write anyway.
But there is interesting stuff for me to write if I really think hard on what happened today. Anyway I'm not in that kinda mood so I played the Crimson Room. Sounds familiar. Sounds totally foreign?
Check it out: http://flash.qbol.net/pl;p/youxi/images/04042203.swf
Its a mind game.A damn hard mind game. You wake up to find yourself in a sorta like hotel room and you search all around it to find stuff to go along the game. Hint: Search every crook and granny. Okok, nook and cranny. Email me when you get past the silhouette of the guy dancing. And I mean past. Like the next thing you do after watching the mad ass.With thanks if you can find out and a big thanks if you read every update of this blog. Sorta.

All hail June holidays!

2005-05-18T17:01:00.000+08:00

My exam results came in. Sitting exams were torture chambers. Time seems to crawl so slowly you'd swear that the teacher was doing a snail-walk. Checking was what I had to do if you had spare time, but my hand seemed to weigh heavier and heavier as I flipped my thousandth page. Equations, grammar, vein diagramms jumped out at me waiting for me to check. If the teachers tested me on self-torture, I would have gotten an A.
The not-so-dereaded-maybe-slightly-excited-but-more-or-less-dreaded-to-most-people days came for the revealing of the thing that caused tears and smiles and boasting.
~NOT SO OFFICIAL RESULTS OF JO~

English, the craved subject: ~Paper-74/100 ~Listening Compre-18/20 ~Compo-29 & above/40 ~Oral-25 and above/30* high-classed> ~Total marks-164/200
Math, the most hated agenda: ~61/100
Sci, lucky-go-happy: ~70...ok...its 69/100, but 70 sound nicer la.
MT, the all the while no improvement subject: ~65/100 ~Listening Compre-14/20

Split ways

2005-04-29T17:05:00.000+08:00

Last time I forgot to type in this, it's pretty juicy:
I was walking to school a morning when I saw a scene. A woman was fighting with a man on the road. There was a luggage and some plastic bags that probably contained what she owned-it seemed like the guy had thrown her out of the house. He was topless and wore a red bermudas.
She was screaming and failing her arms at the man. He pushed her on the road and ignored her. The woman was screaming and crying words that I could not understand. She looked pitiful ans stomped her feet in the middle of the road, causing some cars to stop.

Mystery of the bird carcass [2]

2005-04-28T18:59:00.000+08:00

Remember the bird carcass Seri and I saw? Yup. Over the next few days its body parts kept dissapearing and appearing again.
Damn creepy.
Until one fine, innocent day, when nothing suggested what we were going to find, we saw
A dead rat.
How gross can stuff get?
Anyway I'm too worked up to type the bitchy thing Mdm Goh did to us. Maybe next year.
And also...since I saw it...I just wanted to type in this, I had just experienced it:
The sky was glowing a beautiful orange, casting over every inch-of-Earth it could reach,putting proud and bright colours to shame, comforting the duller colours. Enhancing people's faces, everything glowed in uncanny swirls. Zephyrs rustled leaves and played them in rounding twirls.
Nothing can outshine nature.

The mystery of the bird carcass

2005-04-18T20:19:00.000+08:00

Remember when I raised my hand up in class to volunteer for the selling of meatballs? I regretted it.
It was all so bitchy, a truth now buried under so many other lies. Two incidents happened today. One bitchy and damn slutty, another very gross.
The gross one is first.
As I had to wait till three in the afternoon for the meatball selling. So I followed Seri to her house. There was a pavement to walk and while we were walking... we saw a mynah carcass. You may not think it was so gross, but I saw its liver. I at first saw the bird's ripped off neck. Then when I came back it was flipped over and...u can see its throat hole *shiver* gross. I was like running and screaming to the traffic lights, followed by Seri, too, screaming.
As if that encounter was not enough...we saw the carcass of the deceased bird. It was like as if it went through a paper shredder. EEEEEEEEEE.

Mdm Goh you are my saviour, who talks rot.

2005-04-18T19:59:00.000+08:00

Sorry...for the lack of updating this 4 days...nothing much to say about the gay. There is one thing, but I'm too lazy to type it. Okok, I'll type it. I was too bored.
The gay followed me during recess and tried to stand beside me when we queue up. That's annoying. That's all. Wait. There IS something to type about. Something to complain about. Concerns Mdm Goh, the one who saved me from the gay by changing seats, the one who later on talks a lotta rubbish. My next post.

Fifty cents a week for bullyin the gay...hmmm

2005-04-14T20:17:00.000+08:00

Today LLY (Liangyuan, quite a troublemaker and friend) offered to bully Lee Weigay for just fifty cents per week. I was like accepted willingly. His 'work' will start from next week onwards.
I decided to help Mdm Goh in selling Jap teriyakki meatballs tomorrow, for IFD. Sounds quite fun, right? You can serve meatballs to fellow pupils and you can confirm that each one of them are younger than you. Andimagine me asking...
"Hello, what would you want?"
''Hel- wait a minute. I don't like your face. F off."

Well...you can imagine.

Bring out the kid in me

2005-04-13T18:43:00.000+08:00

Does everybody know Seri? She a very jovial girl whom I admire in terms of... how you can appear matured and yet has a dip of kid in her. She also has a great knowledge of pop music.When I'm with her, she has a nick for bringing out the kid in me. Today PE lesson was cancelled. In its place was half of my class praticing for a dance: the coal miners' dance for IFD (International Friendship Day). It's pretty stupid, like most primary school dances are, but there was a fun part. Seri and Putri (a sweet girl with no signs of bitichiness) ended up pulling me up by my arms, each person pulling a hand. I protested but they pulled me up to my feet (I was sitting down cross-legged then).
There was a part when there was a wiping sweat thingy. Seri and I over-exaggerated that move and wiped the sweat patch with 'so much force' that we 'stumbled' and fell over. Seri and I were like laughing out loud. I can never forget Joyce too, who did the dance with us. This was the first time that I joined in a totally unoffical dance willingly. All thanks to Seri's determination to drag me up to my feet and dance together. Anyway it was support for my fellow schoolmates up there on stage and in the middle of the hall.

I pity Yi Jun

2005-04-12T17:12:00.000+08:00

An open letter to Yi Jun

Dear Yi Jun,
I'm sorry that I had gotten you into this suffering. You have to sit beside the gay from now on.

Mdm Goh has mercifully ignored you. I doubt she has listened closely to you and your little hints that he cannot sit beside a girl. I had enjoyed today, when we had discussed about the gay in loud, angry voices. That really released my stress gained by him.

Anyway not much happened today worth mentioning. Well there is. It may seem triva to you, but it really made my day. I hit the gay today, three times with my Science wkbk coz he asked me to teach me how to do a question. Then I pointed my middle finger at him.

I can't wait for meet-the-parents session. Then I can point at the gay and show my dad how geeky he actually looks, even geekier than he looks in his imagination. Anyway it is born when the fifth month dies...nah, I'm just trying to sound like that hag Professor Trelawney(Yi Jun, I know you don't read Harry Potter books, but for those people who have read Harry Potter books and still dunno who Professor Trelawney is, SHAME ON YOU!).
But it IS still held around the end of next month. CAN'T WAIT.
After that, I shouted at him for sitting behind me. Then I shouted a bit more. Then soon after, I went home swearing that if I DO meet him outside and if I'm not wearing school uniform, I WILL scold him all the uncencored vulgarities I know. Don't care if my parents are around. They know how much I hate 'her'.

Anyway thanks for being such a good person who can realise
and share and know the suffering that I'm going through. Love ya.

Jojo

Hormones? What has that got to do with é gay touching me?!?!

2005-04-11T17:24:00.000+08:00

During assembly, Yi Jun complained to me about the gay.
Still remember her? She is now currently sitting beside the gay, right at the other end of the class. Mdm Goh put him there coz she thought Yi Jun was more tolerable. It was partly ture...until...
"I really CAN'T tolerate him any longer! At Friday, the alreday commited FOUR offences!"
Yi Jun was a gentle girl, though the 'offences' the gay had commited were minor, but take a look at the four one. It reflects his...bian taitedness.
"One, he kept going closer to me on his chair. Two, he stepped on my foot four times. Three, he kept jutting his elbow over the edge of his table to my table. Fourth...he touched and rubbed my skirt. Coz he accidentally spilled water on my skirt and he reached out to rub it. HE REALLY IS ANNOYING!"
[Just to let you know, my hate and anger for 'her' is too great to be expressed in words.]
We both aggreed to meet Mdm Goh during recess. So it was set. You know, Mdm Goh thinks Yi Jun is more tolerable than me, but it has only been one day and she can't stand the gay sitting beside her! Then what about me? Have I suffered long enough? Have I suffered long enough, for one and a half terms? God, why did you put me here? What sin have I done so wrong that I have to suffer under the person I had hated so much?
During recess we went up to the staff room. Damn, we saw the gay walking towards us! We requested to talk to her in private. So we explained. Yi Jun started a greater impression with a firecracker "Mdm Goh, I cannot tolerate We**** anymore." And we explained. Almost all the things I've not told Mdm Goh and couldn't tell her in fornt of the whole class came pouring out. Finally she made a face when I said he had *o*e*t*d me. She said all these coming closer to you stuff and touching here and there was all part of hormones changing.
REALLY, YOU THINK A GAY *O*E*T*N* ME IS COZ OF HORMONES CHANGING??!?!?! It was NOT FAIR WHEN SHE SAID THAT. And then she continued on about what rot... give him another chance. YEA, RIGHT, WOULD I LIKE, GIVE HIM ANOTHER CHANCE WHEN HE ALREADY HAD *O*E*T*D ME FIVE TIMES?

Beside Andy

2005-04-09T16:01:00.000+08:00

Sitting beside Andy for the first day felt like a dream. No irritating gay, no haering of the gay's gayish talk. One spoiler: the gay came over to my table and leaned so close to me, like preparing for a kiss to his boyfriend. He said a sooooo gayish thing. "Jolene, we're still friends, right?"
I was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO pissed off! I didn't even reply him. You know only é deepest hate for a person can only make you feel that way. You hate everything about that person. Well that was how I felt.
Anyway when as I walked home, it was all too unbelievable. I COULD FINALLY HAVE A SEAT CHANGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But you guys, who like to read about my conflict with him, don't worry. There are still more gross stuff from him as long as he is still in the same class as me. That's not a good thing I assure you.

GOOD NEWS! FINALLY! THIS ONE CONCERNS THE GAY!

2005-04-07T20:32:00.000+08:00

Woohoo! I can finally get a seat change from the gay! But behind this joyous news, there is a dark price to pay. Find out more by reading on.
I got urrgh-'hit' (that's hit with inverted commas that means touched with inverted commas) by the gay AGAIN. This time i got so mad. "Do you know where you just 'hit '(again, that's hit with inverted commas that means touched with inverted commas) me?"
"Yah. The ****** (I get more sensitive with this word than with vulgar stuff)." I was really fuming!'
The moment I had the chance, I jumped out from my seat and walked bodily towards Mdm Goh. "Mdm Goh can I request for a seat change?" I asked in a normal voice, but with a hint of a lot of suppressed anger behind it. "Later I'll settle it." When we returned to our seats, the gay started crying. Mdm Goh asked Melvin (a prat, not worth mentioning) to escort him to the toilet. Prat, that guy. Anyway, Mdm Goh started this wheezing talk about weigay being a nice boy, and I'm not that matured, coz I haven't learnt who to accept the different people around us. I'm not gonna comment anything She was also thinking where to let the gay sit. Finally he was going to change seats with Andy [Lau] (still ok, can clique, non-gay), from the other side of the class room.
Just then, the damned guy came in the classroom he was still hic-coughing. Who cares? Why did I even bother wasting my finger muscles on typing that? ARGH!!!! After that when he sat back in his seat,I did the usual routine of sitting at the very end of my seat, as far away as possible from him as i could manage while keeping my butt in harmony. I was rejoicing in my mind!
Usher's 'Yeah' immediately began playing in my mind. It always does when I feel really happy, but I can't express openly. Update later

Weikiat's wrong move [Part One]

2005-04-05T19:24:00.000+08:00

This was supposed to be posted on 22 March. I was too lazy. Anyway read it. It's a link to what happened today.
There was a very chubby boy in my class, Weikiat, who was very outspoken. This led to his argument with Mdm Goh....
Today there was supp class. While Mdm Goh was teaching, Weikiat grumled about 6F's (6F is the classe créme[cream class])class method of teaching was better of something. (and sorry again for é italic font...the font won't change since i STARTED it)Mdm Goh became really mad and started screamin at WK. She said stuff like he should really learn to be humble and stuff...she had controlled herself from scoldin him alot of times.She wanted him to write a letter to Mr Ong so that he could request to be transferred to 6F. He stared blankly at Mdm Goh, doing nothing.
"WELL GET A PIECE OF PAPER THEN! DON'T LISTEN TO ME AND CONCENTRATE~ON WRITING FOR MR ONG! AFTER THAT GET YOUR PARENTS TO SIGN...CONFIRM THAT THEY AGREE TO GIVE YOU A TRANSFER..."
Seriously, I've never seen Mdm Goh so pissed off before.
"...AND MAKE SURE YOU FINISH THE LETTER BY THE END OF SUPP CLASS! I'll get Miss Tiey to teach you...give you homework...don't queue up at our class tomorrow...go to 6F and queue!"
I dunno what happened after the supp class was over, but I'm sure Mdm Goh made Weikiat stay back and talk to him. True enough, it was...true.

Weikiat's wrong move [Part Two]

2005-04-02T19:09:00.000+08:00

I few days later after the incident, Mdm Goh mentioned something about "no more waterfall, eh, weikiat?". I guessed that she was refering to WK crying. So I conered him during MSN. I asked him if he DID cry during the period when Mdm Goh talked to him. He finally said...(below is the shortened 'interview' I had with him.)
Me:Anyway, how did you feel when Mdn Goh talked to you after the supp class? Did she talk to you after supp class in the first place?
WK: wat hell u talkin?
ME: Did Mdm Goh talk to you after the supp class on 22 March?
WK: u mean last tuesday?
ME: yupxWK: but she did not give to mr ong
WK: nothing actually
ME:wad did she say?
WK: i said NOTHING ACTUALLY
WK: r u BLIND
WK: sheesh...........
ME: did...um...broke down
WK: u mean me?
ME: yea
WK: erm............
WK: well sort of
ME: wad happened after?
WK: nothing much, life just goes on
ME: Do you still remember the words Mdm Goh told you?
WK: no
ME: Wer u alone when Mdm Goh comfronted you?
WK:wat u mean by comfronted?
ME:talk to you
WK: er................................
(Skip some parts of it. Just 4 info, WK n I were aruging about pasting this interview in my blog. I lie...too bad!)
ME: i lie..................too bad
ME: i lie
ME: beLIEve me
WK: u r fuckin hell bitch
WK: well
ME: tink bout it
ME: 4 awhile
WK:go ahead and paste it
(I block Weikiat)
(I unblock weikiat after seeing the last comment)
ME: yowza!
WK: hello
ME: u mean it?
WK: yes/no
(end, but there are of course more, but its not really important.)

So, now you know how mean I am. I just felt like sabotaging someone. I decided to be mean girl just for one day. So WK did cry. Hoho. So everyone, kep this valuable yet useless info at the very back of your brain, or borrow Dumbledore's pensive ( if you dunno what this is you're a Harry Potter prat).

Cats- I like cats I like cats I love cats I love cats Cats are cute Cats are cute

2005-03-28T20:32:00.000+08:00

Had you ever noticed how cute and adorable cats are? It's been a long time since I've touched one. I remembered it as tough it was yesterday... hold on... it WAS yesterday...
I was walking home from my gran's house when my dad pointed out the kittens he had saw earlier. He said that he had regretted not asking me to stay in the car and walk up to my gran's house with him. He said they were like so innocent and adorable, all they wanted to do was to play with passers-bys. A deep sorrow washed all over me like water. I sighed and just tried to rip the information from my mind into little pieces.
The kittens were soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cute! They had that kinda innocent, baby kitten face only a cat can have. Thats why I like cats. Some cats had those really kind of kwedie kats face and sometimes those adorable eyes ... their purr... its soooooooooo cute! I like cat lovers. An exception for Lee Weigay. Yupx. No wait. I dun wanna talk about him. Makes me nauseous.
Anyway, the cat was like following me around and meowing ... its like so adorable! It went in between my legs, weaving in and out so often ... coundn't resist it. I bent down and scratched behind its ears. It really enjoyed it. And when I was climbing up at the staircase, it jumped and ran faster than us and waited at the foot of the staircase, tail swishing, saucer-like eyes glancing up at us. In the end I let my father drive down with his car first as I coundn't bear to leave it. Down the staircase I went, the adorable cat following me, sprinting down three stairs at a time (I think). When I saw my dad's car, I gave it a final scratch and saw it joining the rest of the two cats.
The only thing I was afraid of was if the cat continues do this to other people, will they get pissed off or scared, and kick it or something? Would they keep the cat? Call the SPCA? I dunno. I hope that whatever fate shines upon them like beams of sunlight, its good.

Itz easy

2005-03-24T17:43:00.000+08:00

I suffer everyday in school. The root of this problem is my sitting beside a F*CKIN GAY! He has a like, totally nerdy look. A non-spiky hairdo. Why? Every boy who does not have a non-spiky hairdo is a total F*CKING freak. He's of course not cool and not many people would want to speak to him. Maybe not Andy Lau. He's okay. Not in the gay meter.
The gay has a pair of nerdy, whit metallic glasses that makes him look even more gayish and nerdy. Even without his glasses he looks gayish. His voice is annoying. Gayish. The sight of him everyday makes me soooooo pissed off. Now you know why I come to school with such a glum look on my face. Everyday.
I still remembered that day when he didn't come. I whooped and cheered-together with my loyal buddy, Joyce. She and me occationally got into VERY close shaves with trouble. More info on frends next time. I need reminding. Oh no...
Anyway, back to the day when he didn't come. I was smiling all the way, to my frends, if no one was around, I allowed myself only a slight hint of a BIG grin. Today was the day. The gay free day. I was thinking of marking my calendar 'Gay free Day' when I got home when Mdm Goh said that Lee Weigay was coming after recess.
My spirts immediately drooped. I was sobing mentally. WHY CAN'T THERE BE A GAY FREE SKOOL DAY!?!?!?!?

Gays?(uuggrh) You can comfirm to hate one when he...

2005-03-24T17:24:00.000+08:00

(Speech)
"Froggie!"
"Platypus, platupus, pus, pus, pus!"
"Ohi?"
"(High pitched scream)"
"A darlark connection."
"Hey, are you free tonight?"
"Eem, eem, eem!
"Orh, mollie, yeah, yeah."
"Boom!"
"Froggie(again)!"
"I like to dissect frogs."
"(On sharing lockers) Shayna, can you share with me?"
"Okay. I'm not stupid. Everthing I say(pats his chest with both hands) is transferred into clever stuff."
Mdm Goh: "Boys are good, can always join the girls' team."
Weigay: "Yay!"
"Yaki, yaki, horiki!"
"(Sings Xmas carol)"
"Oh, we're a match!"
"EQ no good, IQ no good. I pity you."
"Guga, duga, guga, duga, dedah (x2)"
"Ooooh, very bad."
(On responce to him being a gay as I said he's gonna marry Melvin)
"I marry you! And I'll be very lucky to have two wifes here. Melvin and you!"
"Hey. I wanna invite you to somewhere."
"Can I join your group? Please?"
"I'm a gay, yeah."
"We're connected! We're under one roof."
"(Very disgusting gay laugh) Good for ice-cream service."
"Hey Jolene. I wanna tell you something. It's very important." (And for everyone's info, I never did find out what he wanted to tell me.)
(On seeing me writing all the f*cking things he says)
"This notebook is wasted."
"Thank you Ah Lian."
"Ronald McDonald! Yeah!"
"MAKING!"
"Bye bye! Let me tell you something about myself."
Me: "Lee Weigay, say something." ( I wanted to find something to do cozI was too bored.)
Weigay: ''(Farting sound) Aaahhhhhhhbbbah. I don't want to talk to you.''
''Hahaha gay on eeeeehhhhhhh.....''
''We're still connected. Let me shw you to establish the connection,''
''You're having menopause now. That's why you're so sulky and in such a bad mood.'' (Joyce commented: ''I can't believe he said that!"
''Hi Jolene. Nice to meet you.''
''Bye Shing Hei! BBYYYEEEE!''
''One for me, and one for you!''
''Aaah, we're still connected.''
''I exchange my face for my marks.''
''(I poke him with my pen) Aaahhh, that was good!''
I say: "(words unrecorded)"
"GetiaooooOooOoo..."
''Hey, I touched your pencil. You're affected with my gayness.''
''Yeah, we'll be in love!''
''Rooooger!''
Mdn Goh: 'Don't smellthe paper, its very smelly."
Weigay: ''Mmm, nice!''
'''Yucks I don't think I'll dress as a mermaid but I'll come as a merman.''
''Yea, ba beh.''
''Yea, I mastered, I mastered, yipee, yipee, yipee!''
''Wait a loss, wohoho!''
"(Hums Old McDonald's song)''
Me: ''Die, die, go to hell.''
Weigay: ''Thanks for your blessing.''
''Hello Joyce.''
''Deeeaaaarrrr....How are you?''

(Action)
Flaps his hands very near his chest on pretext of flapping wings to stand up. (Does this 4 more times.)
(If u guys don't understand, please come to me and ask.)
He leaned over so close until he almost kissed me.
He hits himself with his paper and says, "Ouch!''
Molested me.

Fainting fits

2005-03-24T16:17:00.000+08:00

About 2 days ago, my auntie suffered from a dizzy spell. She fainted and had to be hospitalised. Twice. The first time, after returning home from the hospital, she refused to take her medicine after some time. Vomited and almost passed out. Yesterday she was just hospitalised for the second time. I know...you wouldn't want to read about an some wonky, unknown auntie who fainted.
Still, she's my auntie. Family problems...maids...arguing grandparents...depression...
So...you must be asking, "Where was the list of all f*cking things Lee Weigay said?" Sorry. Next post. And I would appreciate it if you read my blog from the bottom to the top, not top to bottom.

"Smoking or non-smoking corner? Thank you. Gays or non-gays corner? This way, please."

2005-03-22T20:31:00.000+08:00

Dear people who I thanks to bother reading this blog, I have decided to type down the ACTUAL name of my the people. I change my mind very fast. Anyway...for today...
You must have realised that all school teachers are music-handicapped. But a pleasant yet 'urrgh' surprise awaited us today. We were havin mass music and...they finally played a mordern, acceptable song:
Taufik Batisah's I dream. The whole skool was like, singing along to it. You can easily identifiy musicnerds. Not those who konw a lot about music, but those who never heard of Britney Spears' My Perrogative. I know that's a high expectation. Maybe for this case I think REAL musicnerds are those who can't even sing along to Taufik's song. AARRGHHHH. An example is the guy...i mean girl with the stupid hairdo and big, nerdy white gleaming, shitty glases. Lee Weigay. I can't bear to type out his name correctly. Who cares. It make him-i mean her angry.
Did you know that Jojo(my nickname) in Scottish means loved one? I only allow my closer friends call me that without me getting angry. That gay called me that without my permission. I'm not even close to him. By the time now he'd already known that he was an EXTREME prat. (For meaning of prat, refer to my earlier entry)I shouted at him today. IT FELT SOOOOOOOOOO SHHIIIOOOOKKKKK! Scolding the gay like that.
It started with me doing my duty to keep the class quiet. If anybody makes noise, write their name on the whiteboard. If they continue to make more noise, put a (X2) there beside the name and so on. If they notice their name on the whiteboard, keep quiet, their name will be swiped onto the whiteboard duster. Anyway Nigel, Darren, maybe Andy Lau, the usuals were making LOTTA noise man. The class was already noisy enough without them, everybody hardly noticiting me in front of them. So I wrote. The stupid Lee Weigay, said like an asshole, "Aiyah give them a chance lah." I just ignored him, as usual, coz I everyday had to suffer sitting beside him. PITY ME! Have you ever sat beside a person, knowing fully well that you hate that guy?
Well, so I looked at the classagain. But itwas still quite noisy. I saw Darren chatting animatedly...so...I turend around to face the whiteboard, preparing to write a (X2) next to Darren's name only to find...the whiteboard completly blank. So I could not supress my anger any more, after all those times i beared his stupidy...
"WAH LAO! YOU RUBAWAY THE NAMES FOR WHAT?!?!?!?!" The whole class immediately hushed. Slowly, very slowly, the noise level creeped up again. But it wasfilled with Choo Wei's and Jun Wei's repeted phrases, "Or hor, she scold vulagrites." It wasnot true. Wah lao was not a vulgarity, but merely another version of shit. Ok, shit wasrather crude, but not really. I had some pleasure...I finally shouted at the gay. Loudly. Woo pee! Cheers to girlpower.
When Mdm Goh came in, the whiteboard was completly blank. She just walkd on, and I sulked with my arms folded and earned myself a reaproving glance from Nigel. Darren was like satring at Lee Weigay and me. I just sulked more, controlling the angry tears that were prickling my eyes. I finally made up my mind.
Together with the whole class' eyes watching my back, I complained the matter to Mdn Goh. Choo Wei, who was beside her, hissed, "You scold vulgarities.". Really! I was getting quite annoyed. She called Lee Weigay in and sort of reprimanded him. I wanted the scloding to be harder, but at least he got lectured by Mdn Goh. "You cannot be so soft-hearted, We* *e. Just write, then write." When I got back to my seat, I sulked again and saw Nigel once again staring at me. I moved my table away from his and chair too. Then I sat on the edge of my seat. Now Darren and Shayna were looking at me. Who cares. I just want the whole class to know he sucks.
He spoke gay language to me: "Whatfdarbnousbs,ajhx, Jskjnc?". Luckily I couldunderstand gay lauguage. Maybe that was coz I got influence by sitting beside me for too long. Anyway, translated it means: "What are you exactly angry about? Jojo?"
I was really mad at that time. He had asked me a really stupid question. Again. And called me Jojo. I HAD ALREADY TOLD HIM A LOT OF TIMES NOT TO CALL ME JOJO. He still called me that!!!!!!!!!!!!
"YOU!" I half-shouted to him in a thundering voice. Mdn Goh did not look up, but quite a lot of students looked up and glanced at us. I forgot to mention that I kept a section at the back of my notebook. Post it later.

Boring

2005-03-20T16:35:00.000+08:00

My life's boring. It's really boring. Weekends are usually the most interesting part. The peak of the mountain...now...
Sob sob...it's just SOOOOOOOOOOOOO boring! Nothing happened today. I only did my assesments while chatting with my frendz...rebellious? No way. Yes way. If you're a chicken, well yea.

Putting things off

2005-03-19T23:16:00.000+08:00

Wow. The only good thing learnt from writing blog is that I really can put things off, man. You know what? I decided to put a thing off. That's writing excerpts from my diary! Sorry guys(or anyone boring enough to read this blog), no more juicy info for youuuuuuuuu. Ok i'm sorry again. Anyway, not much happened today. Just realised my hair grew softer and less spiky. My mum suspected that it was due to sufficient sleep. Boring. I know what you are reading now is boring-everything I write I put myself in the reader's shoes. This is ok for females out there. It's still ok. The hair thingy. Too bad, the-rest-of-the-prats*.

*prat=a VERY mild version of you f***in asshole, suck ur ass and go to hell(very mild. VEERRRY mild. No offence)

Fine.

2005-03-18T20:50:00.000+08:00

Fine. I couldn't resist posting another one in the same day. Maybe coz I had nothing to do. Oh well. Anyway I can't . LOLZ.

Oh dud!

2005-03-18T20:10:00.000+08:00

Okay, i give up. I'll just consider the past stuff as an excerpt from my newest jeez.
Anyway...all the stories I start never end...so...I'm gonna stick to the odinary, what-everybody-does...
write a DAIRY. I can't possibly log in everyday...ok I was lying. I CAN log in everyday, but I'm too lazy. Woken up to my senses. I'm gonna fight this war. And win it. I'M GONNA UPDATE MY BLOG!

2004-06-28T21:46:00.000+08:00

[A sample of my writing]

Dark clouds were now gathering in the sky. The wind howled as the long leaves of trees shook. A few drops of water fell on the pavement and ceased into a sudden downpour. Raindrops the size of hailstones feel like bullets and rattled window panes noisily. The din was deafening.
People were cooped up in their homes had had to shout to make themselves heard over the din.
"CASSA!CASSA! WHERE DID ABIGAIL GO?" a girl who had incredibly long brown hair to her knees around 13 shouted to her sister.
"I DON'T KNOW! MU-UM! WHERE IS AABBIIGGAAIILL???" screeched the girl named Cassa who was identical to her sister in all ways. Their long hair, pale skin, eyes, nose, mouth, beautiful face, and the same ear-splitting screech that would send shivers down nearby people's spine.
Honestly, you can never judge a book by it's cover.
The twin sisters, Cassa and Tessa are the worst sort of humans imaginable. Although they may be lovely, you may not know how evil they may be.
"MUMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Cassa screamed. A nearby cup of glass broke.
"MUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!" they both screamed together. If it was not raining so heavily right now, their screams could be heard halfway around the world.
Their whole bungalow shook. A wrinkled head with short brown hair the same shade as the twins poked out of the staircase.
"What is it, my darlings, " their mother said, giving a forced smile.
"CAN'T-HEAR-"
"YOU-"
"SHOUT LOUDER-"
"YOU STUPID-"
"PILE OF PLASTIC SH*T!"
Cassa ran up the stairs and kicked her mother's shins."I WANT SWEETS! WE'RE OUT OF CANDY! GO AND GET SOME NOW! I WANT MY SWEETS!"
See what I mean?
Their mother paled and her eyes shriveled from left to right. "You-you know I can't dear, it's raining now, isn't it?"
"AND WHERE'S ABIGAIL THE FAT STUFFED PIG?"
Actually the 'Abigail' the twins mentioned was not fat at all. She also was Cassa and Tessa's lookalike, but only that she had flaming red hair just like her father. She was also much less like the twins, making her personality very sweet. She was far more mature that her sisters, although they were all the same age.
Abigail wore a dark hooded raincoat, but did not bother to pull it lower even though it was half open and rain was hitting her face. She was walking through a deserted alley. It felt as though cold hands were slapping her face. She put her hands into her pockets and closed her eyes. The long and thick diagonal dash of a scar on her back Abigail had aquired some months earlier tingled.
Abigail frowned slightly and reached awardkly to her back with a glistening arm...

Without warning, a pair of strong hands gripped Abigail's. Nothing of this mattered to her-Abigail was skilled in every martial arts you can think of-judo, karate...ratter away.
She experetly twisted her arms out of reach and shifted her center of gravity slightly, and took a step forwards without looking back. She felt a sudden rush of air as the hands struck again. Abigail followed her instinct and turned to the familiar procedure-breaking the finger bones. She extended a stiff hand on the vicious hands only to find the fingers unbreakable. A metalic reflection came and went down upon Abigail. It was too late. In a moment's hestitation, she paused a second too late.
Crimson blood gushed out of her back as she felt a white-hot pain wincing up her back, every second bringing increased pain.

Abigail scratched her back with a feeling of forebonding. She shivered slightly. Abigail didn't like thinking about the past.