This is the air I breathe

Wow, allow me to just gasp in *cough astonishment cough* at the comments I have received in the last post. You know the one where I blew my anger out of my ordinary proportions.

There's just one thing I want to say:

Thanks guys. All of you who commented and all of you who told me to cheer up. I really appreciate it. Thanks to Anna for being the first one to ask me to smile. Thanks to Cas for leaving a comment asking me to cheer up and even going to extent of smsing me to find out if I was all right. Thanks to Evelyn for encouraging me by telling me that God cares for me. Thanks to Mike, my big "bro" for allowing me to give a ring everytime I'm down and having problems. Thanks to MTYP for telling me that she'll always be my true friend. Thanks to Kok Ming for asking me to cheer up and for apologizing to me about any hurt that I may have, caused by him. Thanks to Van for speaking to me and asking me to feel better. Thanks to Lionel for asking me to stop feeling depressed.

Is there anyone I missed? I don't think so. But if I had, tell me, and I'll thank you heartily. And probably throw in an ice-cream too. Hey, you know what? All of you who helped cheer me up, can come along and I'll belanja you an ice-cream. No sweat. :D Just drop by, gimme a ring, and voila! I'll buy you an ice-cream but of course, not the mega expensive Haagen Das or smth like that. :P

Seriously, I didn't even know I was angry. It was like all deep within me and then suddenly, I just felt like crying and being morbid. The post just suddenly found itself on my screen and all the hurt, betrayal and grieve just exploded into my blog. And in a fit of satisfaction, I left my blog with the hurt and desperation throbbing in my chest.

But I'm learning that in life, you'll have people who don't care about your feelings and just go against you when they like it. But like Anna said, why waste my time with them when I have true friends I can rely on and go on with?

Just went to church this morning. The worship was great and I still hear this song echoing in my head...

This is the air I breathe
This is the air I breathe
Your holy presence
Living in me

This is my daily bread
This is my daily bread
Your very Word
Spoken to me

And I...
I'm desperate for You
And I...
I'm lost without You

It symbolizes my feelings. My feelings of being desperate and being lost in this cruel world. Okay, I shall stop being morbid starting now and put on a huge smile on my face. :D But nevertheless, that song means a lot to me. It's one out of three songs I've heard that have made me cry helplessly.

So... here we are. Three more weeks before the school holidays begin... which reminds me... our Moral presentation for Merdeka day is far from being done! We've chosen the song, not yet practice it yet! AIEE!! Tania! We're so dead! Did we remember to book the Music Room for Tuesday?! Heehee...

*smacks head* I forgot, got Bio test coming up soon. :'( Sob* But anywhoz, I'm really happy today. Just learnt that on the 20th of August my church youth is gonna have a Games Night. The theme for the night of games will probably be like Battle of the Sexes I guess. Good right? If I can come up with another game, it'll probably have three teams of boys and three teams of girls. Muahahaha. Note to Agan and Samantha, if you're reading this, you two are my co-games capitanes so you had better not back out and leave me like a goldfish. Hope the girls win though!

Haha, the Games Night is gonna be like our prefect telematch. Different game stations, different games going on at any one time. Whoo hoo... Just remembered, haven't found my games station masters yet. Darn... gotta contact Agan and Samantha. We're all stinking games capitanes!

So I guess that's all for now. If you guys wanna come to my church games Night just gimme a ring. Will be delighted to invite you and give you the address to come. *grins hugely*

And by the way, Aidan, I am not interested in Maths Cambridge questions. Thank you.

Depressed

The title says it all, now doesn't it?

Sighz...

WARNING: SIAW HUI IS ABOUT TO GET INTO THE MORBID MODE SO IF YOU WANT TO STAY HAPPY AND GO ABOUT YOUR DAILY LIVES BEING HAPPY, STOP RIGHT HERE.

I've given my warning so it's about time I got on with my post.

As I would have it, this post is going to be a short and depression loaded one.

May I clarify: My life is far from perfect.

Even though it might seem perfect to some, it is not.

Okay, grades aside, accomplishments aside, what am I really?

Have you ever given that a thought? That once you lay aside everything you've ever achieved, once you lay aside everything you gained, once you lay aside everything you own, once you've laid aside everything dear to you.

What are you really? What am I really? What am I really?

Life's not all about answers. You have to find them... and guess what? Sometimes the answers are not satisfying. Seriously, it's far from satisfying.

When I lay aside everything I have, I find that I'm an empty nutshell. A totally empty nutshell. People stay away from me. I don't know why, I don't bloody know why. People I know stab me SO hard in the back that I don't even find the voice to cry out in pain, I don't even find the ability to bite back my hurt and let it all go passing by. And then there are people who stab me so hard in the back and yet have the bloody courage to come up to me, right in the face, and go "HI!" so cheerfully. It's like as if they pretend... they freaking pretend that they're on my side when the knife they used on me is still sticking in my back.

Well, I've got a compliment for people like them.

You're bloody good actors/actresses whatever.

CAUTION: NAMES WILL NOT BE MENTIONED.

So what if you're bloody good at pretending to be a great pal in front of me? Don't you feel any guilt for gossiping behind my back and then coming right back around to laugh with me like the sun will never go down?

Do you even begin to know how it feels to be in my shoes? Do you bloody know how much it hurts? Do you know how frigging bad it hurts?

Now I know how Alison feels.

By nature, by religion, I don't take revenge. Much as I like to, I still respect God and do NOT take revenge on whoever.

If you've read my profile in Friendster, you'll know that I stay loyal to my friends. Even if people start to gossip about them in front of me, I'll just keep nodding silently and add a few "Yes" if I need to. I won't jump into the topic and start adding my opinions and agreeing enthusiastically with every word that proceeds out of the other person's mouth. Unless they're my sworn enemies or people I don't know or people I don't like or people who are just not my friends.

Admittedly, I do gossip sometimes. But I'm trying to break out of that habit. It's hard but I'm working on it. Even Kim is encouraging me.

Thanks Kim.

And about staying loyal to my friends, I expect the same from my friends too. It's tit for tat. Give and take. I'm loyal to you, you're loyal to me. That's what makes a good friendship lasts, that's what makes a friendship bloom.

And for all those others out there who've backstabbed so many people without feeling guilty, I have five words for you:

What goes around, comes around.

Life's like that

Finally, after such a long - hideously long - week, I get to blog again.

WHOOPEE! It's Saturday. The day created for me to run around like mad and not care about anything.

Well except that I have my Bio homework still to complete.

And those Interact sponsor letters which I have yet to type and verify.

Okay, so maybe I have more work than I realized.

What the heck. I came to this blog to post, and I shall. So there!

Not much has happened during the past week I guess. Well except for the fact of my friends getting pissed off for one thing or another. And the fact that I get grumpy for something or another. And the fact that I have someone in Block C who currently hates me so much so that she sticks out her tongue at me and turns her nose up at me whenever I walk past.

Immature, so irritatingly immature kid.

Heck, what did I do to her that makes her hope that I suffer in purgatory?!

I mean, I am just doing my job. Ask Emm, Winnie and MTYP, they should know what I'm talking about. For goodness sakes, we all caught her (for a grand total of 8 times) for the same bloody offence over the period of - what - three months?! Even Cas is annoyed at her. Pivian hates her too... though I don't know for what reason. :P

Speaking about prefect duties, I still remember my very first day in Block C. I was duty-ing with Aidan, Cas, Emm and Joyce. Haha... Still remember clearly what we did that entire week. Terrifying the little kids... Neh, just joking. :D

I remember the time Aidan scolded a boy...
Me and Aidan walk past the Form Three classes, past the Form Three boys and the like.
I'm just about to walk past one guy when Aidan stops right in front of the poor kid.
I stop too, partly amused and partly bewildered because the kid doesn't seem to have broken any rules.
Aidan: (stern) Tuck in your shirt.
Boy: (bewildered) But it's already tucked in.
Aidan: Tuck it all the way in.
Boy: (challenges) Like how?
Aidan: Like me.

Geez, that was funny.

Oh yeah, and there's the fact that Aidan walks really fast. He can either pop up behind you all of a sudden on patrols, or pop up in front of you... or pop up besides you. That's why me and Cas nicknamed him the Bionic Man. Which has lately become some kind of a joke for Sing Yue. Goodness.

Yeah, and here's the real and last classic from my first patrol in Block C...
Me and Emm are patrolling Block C, walking past the Form Three classes again. There are a lot of students milling around outside.
Emm: Wow, seems to be quite a crowd here, eh? What's going on?
Me: (shrugs) Don't know. But sure doesn't seem like there's gonna be a fight or anything.
Suddenly out of the corner of my eye, I spot a Form Three boy, who is a well-known pervert who has picked on some of my friends before. He's walking behind both me and Emm.
Me: (turns back to Emm) Hey Emm, walk faster.
Emm: (puzzled) Why? We have plenty of time here.
Me: Just walk faster. (grabs Emm's hand and hauling it, take bigger strides) Come on.
Emm: Siaw Hui! What the heck are you up to?!
Me: (throws a look behind me. The boy's still there) Okay, if I tell you the reason, will you walk faster with me?
Emm: Yeah sure provided this is not some sick joke.
Me: There's a pervert behind us.
Emm: (stops dead) What?!
Me: (drags her onwards) Come on liao. He ever kenakan ppl before. Hurry up.
Emm: (twists her neck to look behind) Which one is he?
Me: Nevermind him. Just... just let's get out of this crowd of people first. Then I'll show you.
Emm: (insistent) Which one is he? I can't see. So many boys...
Me: Emm! (jerks her head around to the front) Let's focus on getting out of this huge crowd of people?
Emm: But I wanna know...
Aidan: (pops up on my left, Emm is on my right, and greets cheerfully) Hi, Siaw Hui!
Me: (almost let out a scream because my heart had practically collapsed in my ribcage) Eek...
Aidan: (looks at me weirdly while some ppl turn to stare at me too) So scared for what?
Me: (swallows) Oh nothing. I just thought that you were the... Nevermind.
Emm: Wait a minute. Siaw, is he the pervert?
Aidan: (shocked) I'm a what?
Me: No he is not, Emm.
Emm: But you said...
Aidan: I am not a pervert.
Me: No one's saying you are, Aidan.
Emm: I thought you said there was a pervert behind us... and Aidan was behind...
Aidan: No I was not.
Emm: Yes you were.
Aidan: (exasperated) I am no pervert!
Emm: But Siaw Hui said...
Me: (very exasperated) I said nothing!
Emm: You said walk faster because...
Aidan: I AM NOT A PERVERT!
Me: (tired) Cut it out!
Emm: But...
We walk, squabbling loudly, past a bunch of Form One kids. And I heard this at any rate...
Form One kid: This year's Form Four prefects are weird.

Well, so much for a good name.

Yeah, I think Emm and Aidan might have forgotten the incident already. But I still remember it, entirely because it's a funny classic. Haha...

Anywayz, that's all I have for now. I'll have to sign off now...

Or risk getting blasted by my dad for taking so much time on the comp.

Toodles.

Form Three Blues

Okay... first let me get something straight.

The last post I blogged, was something most people considered... let's see... suicidal? Yeah, let's get to the root of that misconception.

It was NOT suicidal.

It's just one of those days that I have, seldomly, but still those days that I have. When I posted that, I was feeling moody and philosophical. And when I have those said emotions, I tend to dwell a lot on my life, and not see the silver lining in the clouds. So that's why I start thinking whether there is more to life and what it really means. And most of the times, it ends up like what was seen in the last post.

Lucky for me and possibly for you, I'm feeling kinda happy today.

Don't really know why, but I do. So here goes...

I shall try to recall memories that I had from last year onwards... just for the fun of it, and because I have absolutely nothing better to do. :D

Oh yeah, last year, the KL trip. Kim is a really fun person to hang out with but sometimes, she either gets on your last nerve or does something really crazy.

For example, when the phone rings...
Kim: Siaw! Phone's ringing!
Me: (taking a bath) Get it la!
Kim: No you take it.
Me: KIM! Be reasonable! I'm taking a bath and you expect me to take the phone??!!

Get what I mean?

Then there was the time Kim decided to pay a visit to Sjane's room...
Kim: Siaw, what room no is Sjane?
Me: Room 6125 (something like that)
Kim: Okay.
She pulls open the door and runs down the corridor.
Five minutes later, the doorbell rings incessantly.
Me: (opens the door... only to have a very flushed Kim ramming straight into me) What the heck is wrong with you??!!
Kim: (red) I... I rang the wrong doorbell.
Me: Say what?
Kim: I rang the wrong doorbell! YOU TOLD ME IT WAS 6124!
Me: Kim, I said 6125.
Kim: (doesn't hear me but continues rambling on) You know what I did? I kept ringing the doorbell and I actually said, "Sjane come out liao!" And you know who answered the door?
Me: Err.. no?
Kim: An Indian man in boxers came out and he actually stared at me as if I was a lunatic.
Me: (stare at Kim) Seriously?
Kim: (throttles me by the neck) YOU TOLD ME THE WRONG NUMBER!
Me: I told you. I said the room no was 6125. You went to 6124. Who's wrong now?
Kim: (in a small voice) Me?
Gosh that was dumb but funny. Hahaha Still can remember Kim's face.

Then there was the time our window was jammed and couldn't lock. Me and Kim, being normal paranoids, thought someone might actually break in through it. So..
Me: (picks up phone) Hello, Reception? This is Room 6220. Can I have someone repair my room window?
Reception: Sure, they'll be up as soon as possible, Miss.
Kim: (before I put down the phone) Siaw, that isn't such a good idea.
Me: Why not?
Kim: Siaw, I hate to say this but what if we get raped?
Me: Nonsense Kim, you watch too much TV.
Kim: Yeah but what if...
Me: Earth to Kim, there's two of us and one of them? Ring a bell?
Kim: But what if...
The doorbell rings and I answer it, only to find two Indian maintenance men.
Man: Hello, may we fix your window.
Me: (smiles) Sure.
Kim: (takes one look at both men and mutters under her breath) I'm getting out of here to stay safe.
With that she exits OUR ROOM, leaving me ALONE with two guys repairing my window.
Hey, whatever happened to friends stick up for one another?

Oh and there was the time me and Sjane fought over the TV...
Sjane: I want to watch Man U!! (grabs the remote and switches channel)
Me: I want to watch the News!! (grabs remote and changes)
Sjane: What's so interesting about the Bush and Kerry race thingy?! Who cares if none of them win? (viciously jabs the remote)
Me: Who cares whether Man U wins or lose? Besides this is a repeat match! (switches channel)
Sjane: You're living on the other side of the world?! What does it matter if Bush wins the next term?! (jabs remote)
Me: Because America has an influence on Malaysia. Man U doesn't! (jabs remote)
Sjane: You better let me watch...
Kim: (roars from the bathroom where she's taking a bath) CAN YOU TWO SHUT IT IF NOT I'LL PERSONALLY COME OUT RIGHT NOW AND KILL YOU BOTH!
The battered remote falls to the floor.

Kim can get scary sometimes. And when she does, don't play with her, or you'll suffer.

Then there was the alarm clock incident...
Night before the incident...
Sjane: We're gonna wake up at 5.30 tomorrow to get breakfast.
Me: Don't need so early. I sure can't wake up wan.
Kim: No, 5.30 we have to wake up already.
Me: (grumbles) Fine.
Sjane: I'll set my handphone alarm.
Next morning, at 5.30...
Sjane's handphone alarm goes off, annoying me to death.
Me: Shut the phone la..
*snores*
Me: Whoi... shut it up la...
*snores* the phone gets more annoying...
Me: Shut it up...
Sjane and Kim: Later la... sleep a while more...
Me: SHUT IT UP BEFORE I PERSONALLY GO OVER AND KILL THE PHONE! AND I MEAN IT!
Sjane leaps out of bed and shuts it up. Kim takes one look at my dishevelled and wild-eyed state and rushes to the bathroom.

Like I said, I can be scary too. ;) Especially when I'm tired and sleepy.

On the bridge between the two Twin Towers...
Tour guide: This bridge actually shakes a little as wind blows through the bridge. But it's too small to feel a thing.
Kim: (turns to me) Siaw, I can feel the thing's moving. (grabs my arms dramatically in a vice-like grip) I can feel it MOVING! I don't dare to walk away from the middle of the bridge! What if the bridge rocks so much that I ...
Me: (flings her hands off mine) Oh put a sock in it Kim. The bridge isn't moving THAT much.

In the Taylor's College Lecture Hall...
Advisor: Anyone with handphones please turn it off...
Me: (handphone vibrates in my pocket, ringing loudly till the whole hall turns to look at me)

Yeah well, that's about all I can remember from the trip. Well except for that hideously embarassing part of me throwing up after my second round on the rollercoaster in Times Square. Sjane's fault... :D Oh and that really scary moment when me and the other girls were being tailed back to our hotel by a lorry. *creepy*

Anywayz, 'that's all I can remember from KL. It was a real fun field trip.

Maybe we should suggest to Miss Teo we go again.

Riding the Waves of Nostalgia

Sigh...

It's been so many years... and yet not nearly enough for me. All the memories I had with each and every one of my friends are precious but yet not sufficient.

A few days ago, I realized that the years are flying past and time seems to be slipping through our very grasp.

It's been so long, but yet there's not enough of everything: there's not enough of good memories, not enough of laughs, not enough of quirks, not enough of hugs and tears of joys.

While I sit here swivelling in this chair, I can't help but wonder, where have all those years gone?

Like Kok Ming told Chiew the other day in Add Maths class...
Kok Ming: Time passes very fast le...
Chiew: Yeah mer?
Kok Ming: (In Hokkien) Yeah. One day you'll be saying, "Wah, Kok Ming is getting on an aeroplane liao mer?"

All the good times, all the bad times, whatever it is, it's worth cherishing.

I still remember the time when I was little, when I used to walk down the corridors and oggling at my seniors (secondary students). I remember asking myself when would I ever get the chance to be like them, to wear those secondary uniform and be older then everyone else.

Well, here I am, complete with the uniform I hoped for when I was a kid... and yet I have so little time in it. One and a half years to be exact... before I leave everything, my school behind.

Just this morning, my dad asked me where I planned to go after school and what I planned to study. Somehow, I just don't feel like thinking about it. Maybe I am morbid, scratch that, I AM morbid.

I don't feel like leaving my friends behind and going off to another continent to start a new beginning. I don't feel like leaving school so soon, together with all those memories my friends and I created since I was a toddler. I don't feel like leaving my home and getting ready to grow up, to live like all those other adults out there. Heck, it's one and a half more years, you may say. But heck, I reply, heck, one and a half years is gonna fly by so soon you'll not even notice.

Sigh...

I have had my share of problems this week. My friends are fighting: I'm trying to stay neutral, but it's hard not to because everytime they leap for each other's throat, I feel my heart is breaking and I feel like crying in frustration. And then there are my Physics marks, my SUCKY Physics marks which I don't even know I can get an A1 coz my essay paper is not back yet. And joy, I can only afford 4 marks deducted from my essay to get an 80. Then there are those whom I feel have grown distant and cold from me not because of something I did, but more like because something happened to me, not out of my own doing.

All these, all these in the space of one week.

I consider myself lucky I could break away from these last night, with all my other church youth. They do know how to put the smile, laughter and fight back into me again. Thanks, guys, owe you lots.

One and a half years... one and a half years before I have to put stuff like these all behind me. One and a half years before I have to start all over again, from scratch, in a new place, even if I do decide to study in Malaysia. One and a half years more before I have to say goodbye to friends I have know for ages, for 13 years, friends like MTYP, Jasmine, Khang Wee and Kok Ming.

I feel so downhearted inside, wait, make that I feel nostalgic.

Gosh, I'm trying to put together the pages for the prefects photos currently. And each photo I place in those pages, remind me of all those good times I've had. It seems only like yesterday that I was running around like a mad hatter in the school, seems like yesterday that paper planes were flying around, seems like yesterday I downed that whole cup of sticky milk.

Time tells me that it's been a long time since those days yet my heart tells me that it's not.

I'm growing up, even if I feel like a kid, I'm growing up. I will earn my driver's license next year and go to college the next.

I am growing up, just plain simple growing up.

And there's absolutely nothing I can do about it.

A Day in the Life of Me

Hmm... a day in the life of me. So, what do I do?

First things first, it's not everyday I get to say...

YIPPPEEE! HURRAH! HURRAY! HOLA! ALOHA! WHOPEE... and all the other joyous shouts of celebration.

Why the jubilation, you may ask.

The EXAMS, yes the hideously long, boring and dreaded EXAMS are finally over!!!

Thank God.

Anywayz, time passes so fast. I just realized that like a few days ago when I was doodling on my Sejarah paper. I know I should have been checking, but I couldn't resist the urge. I mean, after all, I tried my best to answer all the questions and checked, twice.

I still can't exactly believe that I'm in Form Four. Everything just seems to be a blur. Half the year is already gone and I'm still stuck in the same old mess, trying to juggle church activities, studies and piano all with two hands... I am not an expert juggler, take note.

So how am I finding Form Four in the Science stream? It's hectic but you get your daily dose of fun from the different subject teachers and your hilarious classmates. This are some of the good times I remember from the different subjects.

Biology Bonkers
1)Hmm... Cikgu Anita sometimes say stuff that sound exactly the same as smth else...
Cikgu Anita: Budak-budak, eh-listen (sounds like Alison)
Sing Yue, Tania and me: (repeats while smiling sweetly at a hyperventilating Alison): Eh listen, Alison. Lame, I know.
2)Oh yeah, and there were the unforgettable moments of dissecting a rat...
Emmeline:(looks at the dead rat sadly) I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.
My whole group looks on mournfully. Then...
Me: Oh put a sock on it (grabs the pins and start to pin the rat) Let's get on with it already. (grabs the dissecting set and starts slicing the rat)

Chemistry Capers
1) I remember the first time Cikgu Kenny smiled. It was over the most riduculous thing...
Cikgu Kenny: So you must remember, do not drop water into acid. You drop acid into water, if not, it'll explode.
The whole class stares back at him. Then...
Alena: So... where do you put the acid?
Cikgu Kenny: I'm not gonna tell you where! (smiles hugely)
Gosh that was lame.
2) When the class gets noisy, Cikgu Kenny invents a little game...
Cikgu Kenny: Eh, let's play a game.
Kok Ming: (foolishly) What game?
Cikgu Kenny: Okay, the game works like this. If I ask you a question and you can't answer it, you go out. (beams widely)
The whole class fell silent.
3) On how to make a bomb...
Kok Ming: Eh cikgu, teach us how to make a bomb, can?
Cikgu Kenny: (amused) Why?
Me: (stupidly) Cause it's fun.
The whole class perks up.
Cikgu Kenny: Your class has many destructive souls, beginning with the destructive Siaw Hui.

Physics Playtime
1) Mr Chan is always trying to keep the class quiet... and he always fails to do so unless...
Mr. Chan: So in this case, you must... quiet please... remember that the Archimedes principle states... quiet PLEASE... that when an object is partially... QUIET PLEASE... or wholly immersed in a liquid... I SAID SHUDDUP!
The whole class fall silent.
Actually, make it more like we're stunned.
2) And he has an annoying habit. He is spasmodic...
Mr. Chan: Pascal's Principle states that *snorts loudly* when pressure applied to any part *cracks his presumably spasmodic neck*...
3)Oh, and the fact that he always acts like a kid when explaining Physics theory...
Mr. Chan: I'm going to pull a shopping cart with bricks. It's not like anyone would go shopping for bricks! (laughs to himself)
What gave him that idea anyway?

Add Maths Mayhem
1) During a chaos in class...
Sarajane falls off her chair with a thud when Mrs. Ngu is writing on the board, back facing the class.
The whole class turns to stare, causing an upheaval.
Someone coughs.
Mrs Ngu: (turns around, clearly irritated) Aidan, drink some water.
2) On finding the weighing scale spoilt...
Mrs. Ngu:(a bit hysterical) Note: The baby refers to the weighing scale. It's like as if I left a two-month old baby in your care. And when I come back what do I get? The baby is dead. We tried to resuscitate the baby but it wouldn't come back to life anymore. You saw what we did to bring it back to life, didn't you? (her eyes make contact with me, who is gripping tightly onto my desk edges and trying my best not to laugh out loud) It's like a mother coming back to find her baby is dead. And YOU PEOPLE DON'T FEEL ANY GUILT IN KILLING A BABY!
I know it's mean to be convulsed in laughter when your teacher is getting hysterical with anger.
But heck, what was I to do?

Maths Madness
1) One day in Maths class...
Sing Yue: Cikgu, I would like to propose to...
The whole class: EKKKK.... Sing Yue propose to Cikgu.
2) On a fine day I suddenly become blur in Maths...
Cikgu Emily: Siaw Hui! What's wrong with you?!
Me: I dunno. So early in the morning, blur bah.
Tania: (pipes in happily) No, Cikgu, she's love sick.
Before Cikgu Emily says anything more, I have pounced on Tania, forcing her to shut up.
3) For no apparent reason...
Tania: Cikgu, just now I saw Siaw Hui paktoh (which is SO not true)
Cikgu Emily: SIAW HUI, how can you? You're a prefect!
She points to my tie and shakes her head disapprovingly.
So much for self-defense and a bigmouthed Tania.

English Ecstacy
Some of my best moments this year are from English class.... Seriously.
1) When Alison forgets to bring her Lit book again...
Alison: (looks up and smiles sweetly at a black-faced Miss Teo)
Miss Teo: (in a bored tone) Did you forget to bring your Literature book again, Alison?
Alison: Yes. Can I share with Siaw Hui? (smiles widely)
Miss Teo: No go get your own.
Alison: So shall I go to the next class to borrow one then?
Miss Teo: Yes, yes, go, please.
Alison: (gets up from her seat and skips merrily to the class door)
The whole class stares and then burst out laughing.
Miss Teo: People like that make the world a much more interesting place.
2) Oh yeah, and then there were those English games we played. Hollywood squares and treasure hunt...
a) Treasure Hunt
i) I'm in class giving out the riddles while Emmeline is gallivanting around the school hiding the clues...
Me: Okay, you can open up the riddles now. But DO NOT go out of the class yet. You can solve it mentally ONLY.
Ripping of papers then...
Chiew: (yelps happily) I know where it is!
Forgetting my instructions, he zooms off to the door, yanks it open and escapes.
Me: (follow after him in an attempt to stop him) HEY! DON'T GO OUT ...
The whole class rushes for the doors, nearly trampling me over.
ii) Because the class left earlier than supposed to, Emmeline was still out there...
Me: (running into the foyer while making sure no one tails me) Note: Emmeline's nick is Mini Mini... MINI!
Emmeline: (runs towards me) What?
Me: They escaped already.
Emmeline: WHAT??!! I haven't finished putting the clues yet!
Like thiefs we sneak to the discus ring to place one clue and then try to sneak to the library to place the last one but...
Me: Oh crap, they're at the library already.
Indeed some ppl are milling around the library.
Emmeline: So how?
Me: Umm... (notice my friends looking at me suspiciously) well, they think you have the clues right?
Emmeline: So..
Me: Pretend to run off in the direction as if you're running off to hide another clue. You gimme the last clue. I'll put it. Hopefully, ppl will follow you when you act suspiciously.
Emm slips the clue into my hand, pretend to looks sneaky and then runs off towards the staff room. Some ppl turn to follow. But not all.
Plan B: Lie to them...
Me: (walk to library, clue in right hand behind my back) Hey, why are you guys here?
Classmates: Because the next clue is here right?
Me: (pretend to be puzzled) No la. Seriously no la. Where got clue here?
All the time, I'm edging towards the library.
Louis: Why should we trust you?
Me:(places a hand on my heart, or rather my tie) Because I set the clues and I would'n't lie?
They start to run off away from the library. I sneak in and stick the last clue.
I didn't know people thought I was so honest. :D :D :D
iii) Miss Teo, Emm and me are observing our classmates running around in Block B...
Me: I never knew they could be so noisy.
Miss Teo: (wisely) Your game has given rise to a new generation of noise-makers.

Hahaha... well I think that's about it. For now. Sigh... the exam euphoria is starting to fade already. And my piano exam is next Thursday. Aigh... I have to pass this... and my scales and basically, everything, still suck. So I'm going to have to do a six-day crash course on piano. So I guess this is like the last blog till my piano exams are over.

So let's just say...

The six day piano crash course has now officially begun.