Who say Art Stream students can't have fun doing science experiment?

Who say only Science Stream students can have all the fun and Art Stream can't?!

HAH!!! YOU'RE WRONG!!!

IN YOUR FACE CHONG SU WEI AND LYDIA CHANG!!!

IN YOURRRRRRRRRR FACE!!!

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Teacher teached us how to make bread with yeast in Chapter 1(Microoganisms), Form5.
So funny.
Lydia Cheong added too much water.
Obviously, I know that she didn't baked before.
Wanted to add more flour but...*sigh*...nvm la...

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Didn't have much time to make a better shape
Everyone with their different types of dough shapes :D

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Yee Ling one was very funny.
She make into a man's penis and put it on the pan.
I stared at it and was like...
What the hell?

The next day, we got back our bread.
Teacher threw away Yee Ling's bread.
Awwwwwwwwww...

It was like...
speechless. No comments at all. ;x

Mom
Me
*Effects*

Mom : *shakes me* Weh! Wake up leh! Time to get ready and see daddy
Me : *mumbles and go back to sleep*
Mom : *WHACKS MY LEG* Hei San Larh!(Wake up larh)
Me : *mumbles even loudy and went back to sleep*
Mom : *tickles me*
Me : Woiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii....*shoved her hands away and went back to sleep*
Mom : *tickles me harder*
Me : *grabs her both hands and went back to sleep*
Mom : *loosen my grip and whacks my leg and tickles at the same time*
Me : Woiiiiiii...don't disturb me larh..I'm *meditating....*went back to sleep*
Mom : You can go to daddy car and sleep larh! Faster wake up larh!
Me : Cannot...daddy car got bad energy and bad Feng Shui. So cannot sleep *went back to sleep*

*meditating



There is 3 types of style that a person can use to meditate.
Either sitting, walking/standing or lying down.
Most widely use during meditation is sitting down. It is one of the basic style in meditation which is widely used worldwide.
Walking/standing is normally used for monks. A normal human being can't use this style because it distracts them and will only lose their focus.
Lying down. Not many people uses this method because they will fall asleep.

The one that I was referring was the lying down meditation aka the sleeping meditation. I was using that as an sarcastic excuse so that I can go to sleep xD

Where do I learn this?

I learn it from Sunday Buddhist School x)

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Was feeling very tired for the whole afternoon.
Went visiting, have lunch and all those suff...
Slept in the car like...
8 times total for today...

Went jogging. Trained up sprinting.
Sprint. Jog. Sprint. Jog.
Dam those CNY foods. Make me can't train.
20 up-down. 40 sit ups. 30 push ups.

Then celebrate my Grandmother's birthday.
Eveyone wore so nice for the dinner.
I was the only one wearing sports attire. ZzZ...lazy change =p
The place was really, really, really crowded.

Drank a whole cup of alcohol for the first time.
It wasn't really heavy so I didn't get drunk at all. =(
Found out that eating crabs wasn't that bad after all.
And I found out that I wasn't allergic to crabs =D YAY!

Ish, I wasn't ready larhx



Look Up


I hate this outfit


I still hate it


and...I'm going to do something with it


No...not this


Yes. This

As for the punishment for Tommy Lee for ditching me, alone, at the restaurant before you went home and not giving any signs of considerate towards a girl(me). I shall not vandalise my blog with your pictures. x) Fair enough for me.

I DON'T WANT TO BE A HYPOCRITE!!

Some random stuff during Chinese New Year...

It feels like a few days back when I was saved by a prince in shiny white armour. It feels all like a dream to me. Too good to be true, I keep telling myself. But yet, I was wrong in the sense that I have no one to lend a hand from.

Days lead to months, since Andrew and I went out together regularly after that incident. He's always there to make sure I reach home safe and sound. He was like a prince to me. Like saving the damsel from the distress. But, I knew he was treating me like a sister and not more then that.

I wish I could tell him the truth that I wasn't taken. Things would have been different by then. My feelings for him grew each and everyday. But, to me, it's the most painful thing I have ever felt for the first time. I don't know how to describe this pain. But it's starting to hurt each time I see him. Why?

One night, after my night shift. He took me to one of his favourite place. The beach.

It was a dark and cold night. The beach was deserted as it was already late. The stars were shimmering in the dark cool sky. The moon was shining so bright. The smell of the salty cool water tickles the edge of my nostrils.

We sat down on the sand and smell the fresh cool night breeze. I closed my eyes as a gust of wind blew against my face. I looked at the stars above. Shining like diamonds. Then, I look at Andrew. He was looking out into the sea. Calm and perfectly still as he sat there.

He stretched his right hand to take a look at his watch and went back to the same position again.

That got me into curiosity. I thought people wear watches on the left hand, I thought to myself. Maybe he's a left handed person. No, that can't be it, I saw him writing with his write hand before.

I broke the silence with a question.

"Why do you wear your watch on your right hand," I asked as I pointed out to his Rolex watch."I usually thought people would wear it on the left hand side."

He smiles and adjust his loosely wore watch.

He took a deep breath and said,"This is the first time someone has ask me that question."

He looked at me and smiled. I stared at him, looking blankly into his eyes. He continued to look out into the sea once more.

"I always like to look at the time on my watch. It tells people the time and helps us to be punctual in meetings or in events. It became a regular habit of mine to look at the watch sometimes. Either looking forward to home after work or reaching my office place in time. And without it, all my schedules will turn upside down."

He pauses awhile and took a deep breath before he continued.

"When I have the chance to hold that someone special hands. I want to hold her hands forever and never let it go. In that way, I can look at my watch with my right hand without letting go on her hand which is my left hand."

He grinned at me.

I felt my face turned pinkish. He's word touches the soul inside of me. Somehow, someway. I must tell him the truth.

"Oh, I see. That's...so sweet,"I hesitated.

I dug a small hole with my finger, turning it around and around in the sand. Trying to think of a way to tell him.

"You remember the guy who fetches me home late at night," I asked.

"Oh, you mean that boyfriend of yours? Yeah, why?"

"Well, it's a lie. He isn't my boyfriend. He's my brother."

There was an awkward silence. Nothing but the sounds of the tide washing against the shore.

"I'm sorry if I lied to you. I didn't mean to," I quickly apologised, tilting my head down.

He suddenly smiled. He look up into the sky and closed his eyes, feeling the wind rushing against his face.

Are guys suppose to react that way when a girl lies to a man? I thought to myself, looking at him, searching for a clue of forgiveness but failed to.

Out of a sudden, he stood up and brushed off the sand. He took my right hand and pulled me up.

"Where are we going," I asked, feeling confused from the whole situation while brushing off the sand from my jeans.

Andrew took me nearer towards the tide. And as we stood there, he took something out from his pocket.

"Look at this," he said.

He waited for the tide to hit the shore, finding a correct timing. And with his right hand, he threw a pebble into the sea. It skipped 3 times.

"You know what it means," he asked.

I shook my head.

He smiled and said,"it means, I love you."

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BANG!

Cecelia's father bang his fist on his table.

"That pathetic useless son of mine. Nothing but a workaholic son!"

He shouted in raged.

"Nothing but a simple task he can't even complete as a brother of his sister!"

Nigel stood at the entrance of the door.

"Who is that guy who is always with Cecelia," demanded the elderly old man.

"I heard that he is her only closed friend I presume," Nigel said calmly.

"Argh!"

Cecelia's father bang his fist on his table again.

"This will not continue any longer! Nigel, I suggest you know what you're suppose to do."

"Yes, Master."

Nigel bowed and left the room.