The sun is taking revenge on us. It is a hot day, and we were all literally melting and sweltering in the raging heat. Room temperature: 32.4 deg Celsius. What can I say...it used to be nice, tame 27.
2 instrument exams are over! I don't think I did very well though...
God, where are you?

On the first day of exams, pimples started popping out...
Well actually, way before that. Heavy scarration going on... stress I suppose. I keep squeezing and scratching and before you know it, Pimple Disaster. I shocked myself while looking in the toilet mirror in school.
I hate mirrors. Mirror-o-phobia.
I have this really strange feeling that God has left me. "Oxytocin causes the natural bonding between two people, for example mother and child and between lovers... lack of this chemical causes natural anguish and a lost feeling" Is this it?
I feel sinful. It's as if I am slowly returning to my original, depressed state, hanging on by a thread that's progressively degrading everyday. Cham liao.
In fact, there are 2 tests tomorrow. Science test and Erhu Assessment (or exam) and I feel as if I can't do it. MY is also taking exams now, and cannot help much. I felt like a baby in Erhu, and contradictory to it I feel like an experienced person in Piano.
ESP: Extra-Sensory Perception. More about it later.

Just had oral on Saturday... as in Oral Exam. think clean and nice.
We had English first at 7, about weddings! Of all subjects....the nice teacher (same as last years'!) asked what would your WEDDING be like. I was left speechless...me thinking about marriage would be the same as you thinking of cherries with pepper on top. Outrageous.
The chinese one was about newater (xin sheng shui) and then Handphones(!), and something else. I stuttered and spouted crap.
Shuttup, dear sister. You don't have to spell out every single thing aloud. I forgive you.
Just before chinese oral, we had plenty of time left to ourselves in the hall. I was the second last on the list. Liz came over and so did Sam...Sam was curious about my erhu in its nice red case, so I opened it. She experimented and played with it...and this sparked off a whole lot of chain reactions among those in my Oral group...classmates...everyone was playing with it. The amazing thing was, besides getting to know more about the others (Shao Min played erhu and stopped 3 years ago, but she plays wonderfully) I don't know how it all happened...it amazed me how I didn't get all conceited and put people off! Small thing to you, maybe, but big for me. God was with me all week...
I went to school on Monday with a lighthearted smile, as if He was carrying my burdens. The rest of the day went smoothly for me, everything falling into place...it was the same for the rest of the week as well! Though I did get timed out at the end of the day, I thank God for what happened. On Sunday, I told God I needed Him to come into my heart...God does miracles! Hallelujah!
Today, I went to Youth Fellowship (YF) alone. My dear sister (as above) didn't feel like going, I guess. Pauline, one of the people there, told of her experience of being a trainee teacher...she said that it was like going into a virgin jungle, only that God felled a path for her with every step. Mass Deforestation...but God does wonders for us. Few weeks ago, I felt purposeless and hopeless and worthless, all depressed and stuck down a dark hole...I still don't know what God wants for me, but I feel happy that He has come near. I wonder what my friends thought of me this week, all nice and bubbly?
I don't think Quizilla works very successfully. You take the quiz, choose the options, and wham! There your results are. I did some 'psychoanalysis' albeit a amateur one.... Think about it. These people designed the options with what they think fits you, so they assume if you choose that option you're like that...while maybe for you, you are thinking about a different thing that reflects your personality, also in that same option... You end up with one messed up profile. Sometimes you choose that option because the other DARNED options don't fit you, and this particular one doesn't really fit you either but it seems the best among the others.

Take the Affliction Test!

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Trust in God. Try Him for a week. :)

Tangie says hi. *cuddles*
Went to church on Sunday. No matter how tattered or empty you are, God has accepted you as His children, and He loves you.
ST's birthday coming up. Many birthday e-cards have been sent.
Math Test tomorrow! I fail for every one of them...
No CHV this week! I feel drained of my creative energy, need to top up on some creative sleep.
Note: Beware of the sins of the Flesh, the Eyes, and of Pride.

From: friday five .

1. Would you consider yourself an organized person? Why or why not?
I'm not that organised... barging into me and my sis' room gives one the impression of a musty old dirty room. I can't stand mess though...

2. Do you keep some type of planner, organizer, calendar, etc. with you, and do you use it regularly?
Si, it eesh for ze homevork at zchool.

3. Would you say that your desk is organized right now?
Nadah, no, nuh-uh. Full of mementos there!

4. Do you alphabetize CDs, books, and DVDs, or does it not matter?
I organise them by genre...anyway we don't have a proper bookshelf, just some wood with vertical and horizontal partitions.

5. What's the hardest thing you've ever had to organize?
Files from school. They are a bummer, I tell you.

I'm back! Ok, then after that, Ms Choo was so nice, she let us go to the gym. For volleyball. I can't hit the ball right. Soon after was dance, and we had to choreograph a dance with music. Everybody was like, huh? Basically standing around, like me, no idea of what to do. Chen lao shi got fed up and told us to get started, and then we split up into little groups. I was standing there at the side, thinking, Our class is in ruins. Neils Bohr rules!
Nothing much today...except for CO. Well actually the small groups (xiao zu) I forgot most of my erhu techniques...and I feel hopeless, with no one to teach me... I nearly hate myself. God, WHERE ART THOU? I NEED YOU NOW!
Oh yes, yesterday was the NAPFA test. Pretty ok. A for situps, 36 for sit and reach, 142 for standing broad jump, above 10 for pull-ups, and E for shuttle run. The shuttle run is a long story. We got this teacher called Ms something, and she looked like a sourpuss. Saying go softly and 'ready' as well does NOT help much when one tries to run fast in the shortest time possible. An E is something....the first 2 times I failed! She presses the start button when she says go, which is moments before you actually take off. Grace and me, we both failed, so we went to take again. This time round, the nice teacher actually pressed the button when we took off, plus she said 'go go go GO!' which was very encouraging. Unlike the previous, sitting there passively like a piece of fragile china.
I'm feeling pissed off. Ergh. Mummy is shouting, and my little sister is being scared out of her wits. Everytime she does something wrong, either my dad or mummy criticises her, and I don't think she likes that. This makes her associate learning with punishment, and this type of learning is very flawed. Makes her hate homework. My little sister, if this continues, would in time be depressed and have low self-esteem. :( Sob*

I'm on a crying spree.
First, this morning I wanted to wear my new shoes, but mummy didn't allow, and she got upset over it since it would spoil, so I tried to stop her anger by saying, ok, I won't wear it. She then insists that I wear it so that I would feel comfortable, but in order to save trouble, I refuse again, and then this goes on and on, and finally I lose my temper and turn my back, heading out of the door. Mummy is now angry, so she shouts that if I don't wear, she's not going to drive us to school, but in the end she brings the shoes along, all the time furious. I cry in the car, and feels bullied, since I don't want to do everything everybody tells me to do. Don't they understand that I only do things that are morally right and helpful to others, and not just sui sui bian bian all the time?! The past few days have been terrible as well, and if I'm not wrong Mummy has PMS or she's going through menopause. That would explain her bad mood, shouting at all of us, especially my little sister, all night long. And I think I had PMS as well... my face was like a block of wood all week. In the car, I close my eyes and think it over...I had my reasons, and I reacted instinctively to stop the danger, while Mummy was also tried to stop it, but in the end we clashed. I think there's more to what I thought, but I can't recall. So, to honour my parents, I switch shoes. I go to school, forgiving them and letting the whole thing go ( I think, but I'm not sure since I'm still feeling bottled up inside) and soon enough, it is PE time, aka NAPFA 2.4 km walk/run. It looks like a normal enough day, until grey lined with sulphur clouds loom in the distance, and a cold wind whips through the air, stinging my face and my lungs. I continue running, and somewhere in the distance I see a break in the clouds, just like the one I saw a few days eariler, as if God was shining a light onto Earth. The hole grows smaller each time I look up, and I feel like I have to reach it to escape before it closes, so I run. It closes up completely in a few seconds' time. The rain starts coming down, dotting the track, pe t-shirts and our faces as well, and by the time we have one more round to go, it is a very heavy downpour, so we stop with drenched shirts. More later. 16.42: Better than last year! Oh well...

How do you clear a choked toilet?
1) Flush it again.
2) If the water level sinks dangerously low, sputters or the blockage remains, it IS choked.
3) At this point, you might consider getting a parent, a plumber, or a plunger. If you would like to remain sanitary, do the following:
4) Prepare several buckets or pails. Input liquid soap, then fill them to the brim with water. You'd get a nice, foamy stuff that helps the blockage go down easily.
5) Pour into toilet bowl. Repeat 5-6 times or more for increased effectiveness.
6) Additional step: Aim showerhead and shoot into the bowl, creating a nice little whirlpool or clearing the blockage.
How do you clear a choked toilet bowl? Any suggestions?
Came back from school today, all draggy and dead-drop exhausted. Had a terrible stomachache, which caused the above incident. How does a stomachache feel like? To me it feels like a deep, unescapable vortex that you cannot struggle out of. Its in there, but it just won't come out! And then your stomach is twisted into unimaginable positions, giving you the worst pain ever. Ouch.
Anyway, did you know that when you flush the toilet, tiny miniscule particles come flying like ducks out of the toilet bowl, landing everywhere. This happens during the initial moments of the flushing, as well as the aftermath of the flush. Wash your hands!
Our class, 2/13, won the IT Quiz! Yippee!!! Well, there wasn't much competition...2 sec 1 classes as the other parties. Applause was generally half-heartedly generated.
Where in the classroom do we keep our trophy?!
My face felt like a block of wood today, because it couldn't smile wide enough. I look like a hermit in further recluse. Withdrawn, haggard, droopy....doesn't that sound like a typical GEP student? Yea right.
Mummy is in a bad mood today. She had to go for a first aid course, and i think it was quite taxing on her. When she was coaching Merissa, she was shouting and criticising about everything, like a spoilt blender's sounds. And she said some pretty hurtful things too. I was playing my piano, and mummy said "noisy death already!" (chao2 si3 le4) My piano playing is that bad, I know, but it really got me. To merissa it was even worse. Then, when she was upstairs, I was thinking of an answer to answer her question, but then se got impatient and said "You're too proud to answer is it?" I wouldn't like to be proud. Introverted people are usually thought of as proud, but just hoping she would cool down. I don't usually talk in school too....does that give people the impression that i'm proud and snobbish in school too? I just don't know what to say, that's all...beg for all of your forgiveness. I'll forgive everybody today.

Hiya! This is blogger basic, my Experimentation No. 2. Chickens fly and pigs oink, but fluffy pink slippers never flap.