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Friday, December 18, 2009

\\*Strange......*//

Woke up at 1318 h today. I was really exhausted after the trip to Escape Theme Park yesterday. Among the crazy money-wasters included: Me, Li Yue, Li Ting and Dorothea. Here are the highlights:
The park tore down most of its thrill rides. No inverter, no rainbow, no roller coaster. That explained why we went on the Pirate Ship 5 times. The first time, me and Li Yue took the seat on the far end of the ship. I still don't understand why we were so brave. When the ship went up to the maximum point, my entire body was shaking as if I was in Antartica. It was crazy and the ship felt like it was rocking for ages before we were let down. I was too concentrated on screaming to count the number of oscillations the ship made, but all I knew was that it made my legs feel like jelly when I got down.

Wet and Wild got wetter than ever. I was wet all through the day and stinking when I got home. I sat at the back during the first time and when the boat slid down, SPLASH! I was drenched. The higher drop brought more murky water into my clothes and I looked as if I had depression, standing under the rain for hours. It was not so bad at the front. When only my pants were soaked, we went for the boat which could spray water. That got us drenched again. Li Ting and Dorothea upped the wetness by spilling entire bottles of water on our bodies. We looked horrible.

Me and Li Yue went to spin around on the superman thing later to dry our butts while Li Ting and Dorothea took the Wet and Wild for 7 consecutive times. While they were at it, we went around on the Ferris Wheel and stuff, to make full use of the $9 entrance fee. We left the park when all the rides closed for the day and made our way to the MRT station. We bought some food and drinks to fill our stomachs and that's when some queer things happened.

"We go throw first," Li Yue stood up with all the packaging and walked towards the dustbin with Dorothea. Li Ting was in the station already, waiting for us. I followed them a few seconds later only to see Li Yue being confronted by an old smoking man with white hair. He was scolding her in Hokkien, and all 3 of us there couldn't understand it. Li Yue could only make out a vulgar phrase. He was picking rubbish from the bin there and transferring them to a bigger one the rubbish men drive around all day. He was scolding her for throwing the plastic bag into the big bin, which made no sense at all because he had to clear it from the small one anyway. There was an old skinny woman beside him too, and she too was mumbling and grumbling along with him. We paid little notice to her and move further away to contemplate their words. This was when Li Yue realised that she hadn't dumped the small plastic cups. I glanced at the unreasonable old man and volunteered to throw it for her. He couldn't do anything to me anyway...... Or could he? I didn't give it much thought as the right time came. A boy walked past the dumpster and flung some rubbish in. I quickly followed and dropped the cups in. Then we ran up the steps into the safety of the MRT station with the man cursing behind us. Something weird ran along in the back of my head but the only thing I thought of at the point of time was the darn old man scolding me but not the boy. We met Li Ting and told her everything and Dorothea mentioned the old lady...... She had disappeared as I dropped the cups into the dumpster. It was like a now-you-see-me-now-you-don't thing. Only that it was really creepy. She couldn't have walked away so quickly and definitely she couldn't have disapparated like Harry Potter...... Or could she?

This sparked off the topic about ghosts all the way back to the west. The weird thing was a headline from a Chinese newspaper a lady was reading on the train. It read: "Rubbish Truck Crashes Into 7 Cars" and on top of it was a green arrow with the words "Driver dies suddenly". It was really creepy, but after much thought, we concluded that the man was human as he could touch and pick up rubbish, but the lady......

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Thursday, December 10, 2009

\\*Seasons are changing...*//

It's the festive season again! Cheers! I want turkey... Candycanes... Presents... Santa... Dream on. We don't celebrate Christmas. The only thing we do is wear some silly Santa hat and sit in front of the TV watching some movie special on 5, never forgetting to munch on potato chips. Tomato flavour's the tastiest. I'm going to search for a nice X'mas themed blog skin complete with Christmas songs, most likely chipmunks. Everywhere I go, I hear Christmas songs being played and some store personnel wear Santa hats. They look hilarious. Maybe I'll wear the reindeer one this year and be a laughing stock.

Enough of celebrations. I CAN'T FINISH MY DAMN HOLIDAY ASSIGNMENTS!!!!! Phew, I feel so much better. I'm done with Chemistry part 1 and E Maths set B. That's it. I don't know how to do physics, A Maths, dreading to start on Chinese, Bio's with Hannan, Social Studies' torture, saving up my energy to start Geography, English TYS with teacher, lazy to flip dictionary for the Vocab section. This is so NOT looking great. I have to rush through everything again, it seems. I still have a bit of time left. A wee-bit. Gone are my sit-down-and-read-all-days. I can't pull myself away from great books. Some amazing stories pros have written are keeping me glued to the sofa, and the bed, - after staying up all night reading - and this shouldn't be happening at all. I should be studying. The 'O' levels are coming up next year and after being held up by the concert, I should be starting on my revisions. Anyway, the concert was great. That was comments by people. According to me, it sucked. I screwed up much during the front part and squeaked throughout the whole thing. Oh well.

I shouldn't be sitting here. I should be doing my homework. Darn it. Will be back. Can't stand not being in front of the computer.

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Tuesday, December 8, 2009

\\*That sickening feeling...*//

I'm back again. I find myself stupid, or silly. Enough of that. I can't get over the fact that some people can't co-exist in harmony. They have to go around hurting people and stabbing their backs till they're happy. I can't stand it anymore. Why? Why must you do this to us? You may not know that I'm talking to you, because you think that you have successfully brainwashed me like you have done to others. Some of my friends, they have been influenced by you too. Please, stop doing this to me, or my friends. Don't you know how much it hurts people? Don't you? I may not have been nice to you (but remember the fact that I had) lately, because of what you always do to me, and the worst thing is, I feel bad for not being nice. I feel horrible for days. I can't stand this. Can you please stop? I had to give up things I love in order to get out of your stupid ways, and that makes me hate myself... So much. See how much I have changed? See how bad I've become? It all boils down to your merciless way of living. I had to hurt myself, I had to hurt others, and after seeing these, do you not feel nothing at all? You know what I think? You're BLIND. INHUMAN. And you do not deserve to live on Earth.

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\\*Heaven. Or not...*//

Damn me for believing that this week would be heaven. It will NEVER ever be heaven unless I die a good soul and go there. I came back to Malaysia yesterday, after the CIP with band. We had a great time there, picking all sorts of wacky stuff like banana skins soaked with sea water. When we were done picking up stuff that some really considerate people left, we had an hour to munch and play. Immediately, I ran to the pyramid and started climbing. Turns out I laid my foot on the wrong rope and kept on sliding down like and idiot. I made it up successfully, suffering only a few rope burns on my palm and good thing I could make it down too. After that, we played the swinging thing (I can't find a word for it). It was great fun, but lacked a bit of thrill. McDonald's next. Fillet-O-Fish student meal. I couldn't stuff down the fries as usual. Please, some more fries and I'd rather eat shit. We proceeded back to school and fatigue started to overcome my craziness. That gradual change led to me being a pissed-off animal. We did 4 rounds of punishments for being very slow - great, compared to 10. Then came the worst part of the day, band camp meeting. I tuned out almost everything and was more than glad when I had to leave for Malaysia. I won't be going for the camp. I'll be holidaying here. All the best to the rest then! I'll be off doing my holiday assignments.

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Wednesday, December 2, 2009

\\*Hell*//

The worst has yet to come. This is the week of Hell. Great. The concert is on the 5th December, this Saturday. I am suffering from fatigue. I can't sleep at night even though I'm really beat. That's not amazing news. I really don't want to fall sick at this point of time. After coming all this way, I've got to perform at the darn concert or all my efforts will go down the drain.


I went to Mac for lunch yesterday and it was really great. No, I don't mean the food which I have gotten sick of because of the Monopoly thing. I mean the conversations we had there and all the way back to school. I only had 3 packets of small fries and a nice cup of iced latte. Those are what I got from the Monopoly. Amazingly, after that, the bitter but nice latte couldn't keep me awake. I was exhausted to the bones already. Halfway through playing the last song, I was finished. I couldn't keep up anymore. My lips were sore with a stubborn ulcer that wouldn't go off and my hands just didn't want to hold the clarinet any longer. My left hand and left leg went numb and the whole room was swimming. The first thought I had was, "Am I going to faint? Does fainting feel like this?"

I would honestly say this. When I thought that, I felt a sudden rush of excitement because I have never fainted before. I just wanted to black out and leave reality behind. Too bad, my body was too strong. I managed to stand up and stumble all the way to the toilet at the 3rd floor. It felt so good to have warm water running down my almost-as-cold-as-dead hands. I felt slightly better as I stepped out of the washroom, but my legs were still wobbly and I had to breathe like a hamster.

Luckily I got much better soon enough and got home safely without collapsing on the road. I immediately reached for something to fill my stomach - Oreo. I only ate a piece of bread and some peanuts the day before so I was really glad when my dad took me and my sister out for dinner. The fried rice is really nice. Well, I'm still eating some of the leftovers as lunch today.

I didn't expect this much stress from a CCA before. It was usually studies that kept me up all night, worrying and pulling the ends out of my hair. Now, I think the whole band thing is keeping me awake till 3 in the morning. I don't worry about anything. I think it's just stupid, but I'm down with insomnia again. My pants have gone loose again, for goodness sake. I just gained back the exam weight. I really don't want to be skin and bones.

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