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Hey ppl!

Can anyone of you from 6 Grace last year suggest to me wad to type for memories? I seriously can't think of anymore and with all you ppl asking for new entries...sigh...

Let me just think of something out of the blue to just add a new entry. Think think think...nothing much to say but I MUST HAVE SOMETHING TO TYPE!!! This blog is really gonna die. I have to order its coffin and funeral rites stuff now, yeah.

Hey, should I make a blog and type all my imaginary friends stuff in there? Cool! I know I'm asking question and I ain't and won't get any answer. How pathetic I am. Due to the lack of ppl reading..who wants to know about my ordinary life anyway? Everybody got theirs. I know you're yawning and nodding away while reading this pointless entry but bear with it, since you chose to read it. If you don't want to read anymore of these boring worse-than-teacher's-droning entry, then bug off to InsectLand, go on!

Anyway, I'm done, so you can type a real nasty comment and swat off for all I care, but you can return to much more spastic stuff from me. So long for now, folks!

My grudge with insects

All right, my bro suggested this idea to me and he seemed extremely enthusiastic about it. I was forced to write, that's all.

Dedicated to entomologists.

Let's start when I was around 5 years old. It was at night when my mum was chasing me up to go sleep. Then suddenly, i felt as though I stepped onto something. I lifted my leg up and found that I stepped onto a mosquito!

I was lyk going...huh? Step on mosquito? Then my mum started to compliment(weird) me. "Good!" she praised. "You stepped onto a mosquito! Tonight no mosquito to bite you and gor gor liao."

-_-'''

Then there was once last year, when I finished eating my lunch, there was a great big housefly sitting on the table. i kindly gave it a chance and flapped my arms lyk a chicken. it flew away!!!and settled on the same spot again. i ate finish my lunch and peeked back at the dining table. guess what? THAT HOUSEFLY WAS STILL THERE!!!

i snatched up the fly swatter and approached it, not wanting to kill it, but to scare it away. I am the big boss here. I smacked it with fullm force and no fly flew away. horrified, i lifted the thing up and saw the poor thing smashed underneath.

the next day, the fly newspaper maybe announcing the death of one of their fellow flies.headlines: GIRL HIT ***(THE NAME OF THE FLY) AND SMASHED HIM FULL FORCE. SHE LEFT IT THERE ON THE TABLE FOR HER MAID TO CLEAN. FAMLIES OF *** MAY FIND*** SMASHED BRUTALLY. ADVISED NOT TO LOOK.

then later, after "accidentally" listening to xu ruo xuan's "bu you zi zhu", we set off to school. then when i was outside wearing shoe, i saw a shadow of a cockroach on the curtain!!! yes, on the curtain!!!

i shuddered and shivered but to no avail. i called my mum and seconds later, it was not in the house or dunno where it was. BUT AT LEAST ITS NOT IN THE HOUSE

i haf absolutely no idea how my mum cleared it but...who cares? you care? ain't no me problem. :)

okokok enuff. i am in changi airport wif a bad tummyache bye bye!

The life of two teachers

The two teachers. Are EL teachers.

Miss Gabriel+Mrs Wong.

Both same in size. Elephants envy them.

But....

Their stories are wonderful!

Mind you...life stories...one 58, the other 56...

Welcome, to my teacher's stories. Both a little wacky and crazy...but nevertheless, funny.

Miss Gabriel was my P4 teacher. She was a wonderful teacher, with a minor flashback that she keeps on shrieking...
1) Same old story!
2)Put your bags under the table! You wanna make me fall down izzit?

Mrs Wong is my current teacher. -No comment-

Mrs Wong tells us that she was a cousin, whom she comments is extremely stupid and one day would get beat up. She told us that one day, he went to Singapore(he lives in America) and went to chruch with Mrs Wong. Then, there were this row of beggars begging for money. You know what this silly man did? He went and sit down beside a beggar and pretended to beg or money. He frowned like crazy and held out his hand to beg. You know what? SOMEONE ACTUALLY THREW A DOLLAR FOR HIM!

He sat there smiling like a fool. Then, this Indian woman begging looked at him accusingly and "or-hoh"ed him. Then he stood up and gave the money to her. This guy, i think, is really needing a beating up.

Another one from this crazy guy.

Now, Mrs Wong went to America. He brought she and her daughter to a shoe shop. There were two toddlers running about, playing. It was already bad enough, running around the shop. He did not run along with them. Instead, that demented guy picked up a men's leather shoe and put it beside his ear and said," Hello? Oh, ok!"

Then, he offered the shoe to the two toddlers, who were looking at him curiously and said," Here, your call."

He made the two toddlers scream and run away from the shop, their mothers pelting after them. That guy, can be a child terrorist.(not the one who bomb stuff or what, you know that.)

Miss Gabriel owns the bank 5 million dollars in Monopoly.

See how teachers are wonderful in games.

Jail term+ NICOLETTE!!!

Today, the teacher was not around and it was the end of prelim 2, so my frens, Cheng Mun, Chelsea, Clara, Hui Yi, Sarah and I started playing "jail" and some including the strokes of the cane(an extremely long ruler from the Physics lab) and poking of the prisonner(again, the work of that ruler).

We were studying in an air-con room, so the doors have a double-lock. The second lock is a grill door, like the ones from prison(i did NOT go to prison, but that was our thoughts, ya know....). Cheng Mun, Chelsea, Hui Yi and Clara were the prisoners, Sarah and i were policewomen.

I had a pretty tough time, trying to push prisoner Hui Yi in, she wasn't willing to be the prisoner. Instead, she went in first and leaned onto her only two companies: a broom and a dustpan. Then, since we had in sufficient cells, Sarah pretended to chain Clara on the grill bar, she obeyed and she broke off. It wasn't tough catchin her as she ran like a chicken without a head.

Then, suddenly, I saw one of my best frens, Nicolette Sara Fernandez, holding her new camera phone, aiming it at me and Sarah. Then, i knew she was trying to catch a photo of me. Immediately, I ducked, nearly toppling Chelsea and dashed down the row of my frens. At the same time, I heard Nicolette say," Shit! I took a photo, and Shou Jin moved away too fast..."

See, my reflexes are so quick. :)

I saw Sarah, posing to poke Cheng Mun, then, i saw little chilli padi(Judith) aiming something at her. I recognised it as Nicolette' phone and yelled," Sarah! Run!"

She stood there, looking at me, going," What?"

"Run! Judith's taking a photo of you for Nicolette!" I shouted but too late, Judith got a picture as Sarah ducked down. I saw her planting her fist at Nicolette then and nearly spoiling Nicolette's phone.

Sorry, Nic. U're one of my best bud, but Sarah is one too. U're irritating, so...GO SARAH!

Monkey Invasion

Monkey invasion. Monkey invasion.

Yep, it all happened on a peaceful Sunday morning when the Serenade-Walk-dians were just starting their day. 10a.m. to be exact. I was just coming out from the bath when my maid went," Look, Jin, there's a monkey there."

Curious, I went and peeked over my maid's shoulder to find a monkey sitting on the wall of 48 Serenade Walk! It climbed and climbed to number 46! Fighting the urge to laugh, I ran down the stairs, tellling my mum that there was a monkey up to its business. Goodness knows she ran, shrieking to the maid of number 46, who was cleaning the car, who in turn, ran into the house, yelling for her employer. My mum wasn't helping, shouting, yes, at the top of her voice, "Jane! Jane! Come!"

The poor woman dashed out of the house, wondering what the hell was going on, carrying her dazed 2-year-old son: to her utmost horror, a monkey was seen scratching its head, obviously wondering what was the big deal about its presence. Keong, their 6-year-old son, was yelling to number 27, discussing tactics to lure the monkey down. Like:

1)Put the banana on the street and wait for the monkey to get it(or the car to squish it).
2)Put the banana on Keong's head and wait for the monkey to do a performing leap onto it.
3)Place rambutans on Elliot's(number27)head.
I don't know, but truthfully, it wasn't really funny. But Keong was laughing till he hugged his stomach.

Keong's father then gave us a long lecture of monkeys and their diseases. I was wondering if the whole of Serenade Walk would go abuzz because of a poor, confused, monkey. Keong's father even took a video and took pictures of the monkey as it climbed up the atennae of the house, desperate to get away from a murder of crows, which were apparently keen on attacking it.

The monkey then went down the roofs of the houses, as Keong's father reported to the police. The whole procession followed it. I got tired and returned home.

But it was a relief it did not call its troop, or it would be catastrophic.

Water Blast

After being hit by the holy water straight on the face, two days ago, I got hit by another blast of water.

In the morning, when I stepped into my wonderful air-conditioned class which feels lyk a microwave, I immediately went to write my book. After I wrote three words, "Arcanine then stopped", I paused, staring into space. Ok lah, I admit that I was baring eavesdropping the conversation my badminton frens were having. I think Jordana insulted Sarah and Sarah snatched up her blue Nike water bottle and squirted a large amount of water at Jordana. She dodged and it all landed on me and my book!

There I sat, dripping with water all over the place, some on my book. Sarah rushed over, "sorrying" profusely and at the same time whipping out her trusty packet of tissue paper and started wiping my desk and book.

My other badminton frens where all saying," Or-hoh.." in unison, Janet saying, "Or-hoh, you wet Shou jin's notepad..."

I took my blue nike water bottle and shook it. I only intended to splash a little on Sarah but....

I prssed too hard and a jet of water hit Sarah right on the face! My maid could have filled it so full...

She paused, water now dripping from her face!

I "sorryed" at once, as my badminton frens burst into cheers and applause.

Sarah then walked away, "neverminding".

I kept my book and took out "Spellhorn" and started reading it. All of the sudden, another jet of water came flying right to me and making me sopping wet again. This time, the culprit was Janet. She stood there, her jaw on the ground while my frens tittered away, laughing. She then sorryed away...i was pissed...

Seriously, again, WHY AM I SO ATTACHED TO WATER?

Showers of Blessing in 2nd of September

"You shall be blessed....." said the Father.

"Thank you...thank you..." the murderer said profusely, heaving a sigh of relief.

"You shall be blessed with a jail term of heaven, my son!" cried the Father, wring ing his shrivelled hand.

"Er...Father? What does this mean?" the murderer asked, looking positively alarmed. The Father's eyes sparkled with tears of joy.

"You will be proceeding to heaven!"

Well, I know its not funny, the little dialogue of the Father and the murderer. Either he goes to court or to the Father, he would have to face the music and go up to meet God.

Seriously, being unceremoniously sprinkled with loads of holy water isn't so nice. Aren't all Fathers supposed to be nice to their daughters or sons or wives or whatever rubbish you could think of? Let me tell you the whole story...

One day, the last day before the the 3rd term ended, my school held a prayer session. I went to the dunno wad room with Rei-en and were one of the first to get there. Rei forced me to sit in front of with her and to be truthful, I did not approve of it. Sitting in front means that u haf to haf gd behaviour, cannot fidget and the Father would grab the front ppl to do demonstration or wadeva.

Then pray pray pray pray pray pray pray pray pray pray pray pray pray pray pray pray pray pray until my neck nearly broke. Includes of bowing of heads, ya noe.

Then suddenly, the Father stepped out extremely close to me, his foot at my knees.

" I know not everyone of u haf been showered with holy water. Don't say u didn't now." he said, smiling.

Ten he sprinkled right onto me: I got a faceful twice and the third time, I ducked and poor little Allison behind me got a pinafore full.

"Why did u move? If u didn't move, I wouldn't get wet!" squeaked Allison. Rei-en squealed too and I stifled a cry when he sprinkled.

THAT WAS NOT HOLY! THAT WAS OBNOXIOUS!

Miss Cheah

Holidays have started! Happy Holidays ppl!

Today? Oh yes....Miss Cheah, my Would-Be piano strict-strict teacher, came into our car to "tong-pang" to Hougang, where my rather reluctant bro would be going to test out the piano for the Piano Exam.

Miss Cheah looks nice and pleasant and all that...but u wouldn't believe your eyes what she actually has for a personality...same league, neck-to-neck with a tigress. With her high-heeled leather boots, she kept on thundering up and down the one-staired stage just to correct my bro. Correct? I actually mean...beat-up.

She grasped him on the shoulder hard and even hitting it . I'm surprised he did not retort! Oh, sorri...no one even dares to do that. I watched this brutal treatment for 40 min, includes revolving around the room and doing one-handed push-ups on the wall until my whole hand ached. This was boring, my mum went shopping and I truly regretted not tagging along. My father, on the other hand, was thrilled with his new palm-top and was using it to talk with his colleagues. I then had no choice but to duck into the room, as the reception counter kept on strutting around, glaring at me as though I was about to blow up a toilet bowl or the burn the whole bookshelf full of musical books.

Soon, it ended. In the car, she talked to me in an incredibly soft voice, unlike in the room where my bro went through Miss Cheahish treatment. I could hardly hear her at all. She said, "怎么样？我凶不凶？" All I did was to grin foolishly at her, she smiled and turned back to the front....