nO wAYy.
Sarahx gonna be da cedar badminton vice-CAPTAIN!?
=feeling like screaming=
+ sWeAr I kNeW iT aLL aLoNg...! + from ViNdIcAtEd =) 

mah feelings veriest complicated.
i feel very happy for sarah because shes gonna make a great captain one dae but on e other hand i feel veri sorry for georg cuz it muz b disappointing to be teased 'captain' n then u get ur hopes up n sumone else becums e captain instead... 

chao! (italiano for heyox)
^__________^
todae was a better dae than the rest of the week. =)
i didnt get e fever.
didnt get caught in the rain. n got sick all over again frm e fever.
didnt didnt wear a pretty costume like e other 75percent whu did on racial harmony dae .
yeap. so it was a pretty wonderful 24 hrs. =p
MuWahAHas.
went wif angela, ying ting and fung mei to victoriajuniorcollege wif them to give their intergrated program sheets in todae- wad was so unbelievable was tt we spent one HOUR travelling there and spent less than 10 mins in e jc. -_-"
actually it was either tt or spent e afternoon doing flash for tmr
or playing the piano n slacking at home. [ btw fei chang bao qian hilda n wenyi but i realli forgot everything e teacher tld us on how to operate flash] =p
n ying ting is so kewl.
she went to ITALY, GENOA for primary school n is a A* student n learns italy french english n chinese!
went swimming wif angela later n ate hot chunky_spaghetti afta tt
sounds simple altogether but it really was a beautiful dae.
if only this had been fridae. =)
 
 
 
 
 

actually i got my inspiration from yurica ^_______^
read her bloggie todae...
hehehx.
hummz...
my DREAMS:
to be both a inventor and part time chocolate sampler. =)
i cud invent pimple cream n eat chocies all dae long without getting pimples EVA!
mUwAHaHs that wld be sum dream job =)
to amaze the world with my inventions
to love n be loved in return as e quote goes in moulin rouge
have more good frenz whu wld enjoy gg shopping =)
have a puppy named frufruu HAHAHAHas nah i think i wld rather called it moochie
to enjoy a one month long trip in new zealand with my class 2S
we rawk.
we rawk.
we rawk.

waHOOO!
scented breezes cool my flushed self and warm sparks of happiness
are emanating from the core of my soul...
what was lost is found
FIVE TORTUROUS DAES without my math textbook
had been souring me every minute without fail
now it is found
in a deep dark corner
on top of a cardboard box
of the aesthetics 1 studio room
shining and glowing in all its glamour
my MATH TEXTBOOK
everything is right in the world again...
nothing could make me unhappy..and nothing did
not the 10 rounds under the hot sun of badminton training and 500 skipping nor 75times each p.t.
not the 60 minute long math remedial
not the 2 hour marathon math tuition of polygon angles and pythagoras' theorem...
nothing.
life plays a cruel trick on me time after time
but fate and luck takes pity
a weird life i lead
but a blessed one nonetheless
THANK YOU GOD
it might sound boring this
repeatedly heard over and over again
but it is really like
a HAPPILY
EVER
AFTER
ENDING...
i promise.

ok.
and that was the poem of the dae for fridae.
^_____________^

todae...sAtUrDAe....
i wld type a poem but i m too tired =p
i was all snug in the blanket at 9am
when what awoken me
was the piercing call of the telephone...
guess what?
gladys asked me to join her to go to the Victoria Junior College VIP Open House...
ah kims big blue eight-seater honda was fantastically comfy
the trip was long
and ah kim accidentally drove us to victoria boys school
cuz her directory was 3 years old
but tt wasnt too bad cuz vjc was quite close =) hahax
the lectures were great esp the math and physics one
a lot of cedarians turned up = i didnt expect tt=
like
ANGELA n e 2Cs
WANLING n the 2Is
a gal frm 2P
JAMIE n gladys 2A
a gal frm 2H
me n charis 2S
but wad i didnt expect the most...
HAZEL. MARYMOUNT CONVENT SCOOL CLASS 6B '02
she recognized me n like, gave this kind of signal which kinda meant u grew taller
i wonder if she notice the way i was gaping
Hazel who was prone to laughing at me for almost everything.
Hazel Lee.
what a dae it has been.

lost all fragments of hope in my pathetic life...
another drop of water to my sea of worry...
loss of math textbook and sessions of math remedials
omgawd the irony slaps me in the face...
n need i be reminded of my weakness in the subject...
math...
or the existense of my cytoplasm hormone of clumsiness again rears its fat head...never to be rid of...
it seems to much to bear....
the burden is heavy....
yet...
i must be strong....
again..

composed by LyNz