Band Camp was good cos:
1) It was so oh-my-goshly fun.
2) I now know more people and don't have to call them by "Eh," or "Oi."

Band Camp was bad cos:
1) I managed to experience the ugly side of ______.

So in conclusion, Band Camp was good.

Also, SWEARING IN IS FINALLY O-V-E-R!
(Although I screwed the whole thing up.)
And I also realised that flute section has nice people(:

I shall go sleep now. Very very tired.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

As I promised, here are some of the acceptable pictures taken during the trip.

We visited this church that was almost entirely burnt except for its entrance.

I shall be a civilized person and not scream out vulgarities like &%$# and %$!@ at those nice people who FLOODED and TSUNAMI-ED my tagboard despite constant reminders when I was away. Sneaky eh? Very sneaky. Wait till I get back for band camp. Oh yes, BAND CAMP.

Muahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

I'm finally back from my trip. Loads of pictures taken during the trip to Hong Kong and Macau. And not to mention the mountain-like pile of shopping and FOOD! Oh man, the Portuguese food just rocks, all igneous, metamorphic and sedimentary! But the pictures are with my dad. So the next post is gonna be filled with many many many many nice pics of HongKong (and Macau)!

YAY(:

*People who are guilty-free may very well not read the following.

I'm gonna get you nasty people. Oh yes oh yes oh yes! Although I have no idea how... but I'll still get you, cos I'm a clever person! Heeheeheehahhahahahoho(:

This is gonna be the shortest of all the short posts.

ON HOLIDAY(:

Broke my 7-year record of "Participation" for UNSW. So I am HAAAPAY. But some people think otherwise. This is what my P2 sis told me when I announced it to her: "You improve so slow that you are even slower than a snail with no legs." I told her that snails don't have legs, they use their slimey butts to crawl. She said that the snail she happened to be talking about, had 2 legs. I challenged her and asked where she saw it. She said "In class, she happens to teach me."

We have so much in common.

I didn't think she would talk to me. Or even look at me. Some people sure are strange sometimes. One minute you're emo-ing and the next moment you're all happy. Make up your mind. Don't try to spoil other people's moods just because you feel depressed. Guess what? Outside I may nice to you. But in actual fact, I don't like you one bit.


It's the FINAL DAY OF SCHOOL! Oh man, I've been dreaming of this day since...erm. Since the first day of school(: Sec One has actually been one fun year. Despite the teachers, the homework, the assignments, the projects, the tests (OH YES, THE TESTS) and those suddenly-teachers-decide-to-put-their-marks-into-PPR worksheets (I SIMPLY LOVE THEM).


CCA has also been quite fun. Although we happen to have a bullfrog conducting us. (Heh, just pretend I didn't say that) Actually, I could write one whole page of nice remarks all dedicated to you. Would you like that? I betcha would. But --Oh momma, I'm getting angry again.

Aaanyway, the school year concluded in a happy way. But then there came the MTP. Some other teacher complained about me. WHY ME? I'm a nice girl, I listen attentively in class AND I don't talk to my friends.

Maybe sometimes.

Most of the time.

Okay, everytime.

Well you can't blame me what. Fancy talking about Geography when we're suppposed to be READING THE TEXTBOOK. Of course preparing one another for the after-recess MEP test should be better and more sensible!

To top it all up, I think you should buy more loose-fitting clothes. They're squeezing you too much.

Tonight's dinner was a total ginormous catastrophe. I just wanted to try out a new recipe in a new cookbook called "Children's Cookbook". I thought it was rather simple and I should give it a go. Guess what dish screwed up the most? THE PASTA. Guess who screwed it up? ME.

In fact, if you think really really really hard enough, it wasn't my fault at all. IT WAS THAT EVIL COOKBOOK. I bet now you're thinking somewhere along the lines of "Yeah right, blame the book." No way man, cause it is really the cookbook. You see, the book totally made me make this gooey egg and cheese combination, pour it over the pasta and EAT IT.

Eeew, it even disgusts me to think of it. So I decided to fry the entire mess and serve it. At least by doing it this way, it will be cooked. Otherwise, if I had followed the book instruction by instruction, my entire family would have been in the hospital by now.

During dinner, I was like "Don't eat the pasta. Don't eat the pasta." But they still ate it anyway. Suddenly my grandma turned to me and said (in Chinese) : "Put chilli and ketchup sauce on it." Then my sister said "No, put mushroom soup on it." Hellooo? Pasta with ketchup and chilli sauce? At least my sister was a tad bit cleverer.

So the conclusion of this entirely boring post is... Don't follow evil cookbooks and never ever put chilli and ketchup on your pasta.

Make sense? Yeah, sure does.

Since my dad was gonna leave for Bangkok the next day, he brought us out to J8 for breakfast. We went in to this restaurant and plonked ourselves down. Then the ordering started. I had a rather interesting time listening to their engaging conversation.


"I want the egg and bacon omelette."
"I want that one."
"This one?"
"NO, this one." (Jabs index finger on picture)
"What about you?"
"I want this."
"No, cannot copy me. Must order something else."
"Okay, this one."
"Eeeyer. Not nice."
"Eh, daddy. Change my mind. I want this."
"Oi, I wanted to choose that one. Copycat."
"You copycat, not me!"
"But you copycat first. So you are copycat."


etc etc etc. Then the whole ordering procedure slowly drifted to the subject on "copycats". The poor waiter stood there, waiting and waiting and waiting to take our order (heh, after all waiters are supposed to wait).

"AIYAH, ALL ORDER THIS LAH."
"May I have two of this?"
"S-sure."

My sisters were grumbling throughout the entire meal, while I was happily enjoying the oh-so-quite atmosphere.