Another fishing encounter with a crazy person!!




(Start from 15.46)
Maatan: What the hell is this?!
Maatan: Too good ><
Maatan: An empty can and
Maatan: with a freebie!!
Maatan: Angry angry
(she caught an empty can)
Me: You can do it!
Maatan: moldamedala (?!?)
Maatan: Hyoe~~
Maatan: No points
Maatan: Bait
Maatan: No more
Maatan: > <
Maatan: O! Bought it ^^

I think she was talking to me...
...half the time.

So anyway, i was fishing in pigg (as usual), alone, when suddenly a weird person entered the fishing room. She got seated and suddenly...

Person: おい！横のやろう！（Oi! The rascal beside me!)
Me: ?!?

*pause*

Person: しねーーーーーーーーーーーーーーーーーーー　(?!?)

And the crazy person left the room.
After that two people wearing octopus hats entered the room.

Female octopus: 日本人ではないの？(Are you not a japanese? (Note: Not exactly but it was something to that effect.))

Me: Yes. (jp)

Female Octopus: (jp) Where are you from? Are you in Japan? What language do you speak? (and some other questions)

And then i found out that the girl could actually speak english after a while and she told me the male octopus boy was spanish.

The End.

Today in math lesson... I SHOT JEREMY WITH A PAPER BULLET!!
Mr cheng was in Barcelona so there was a nice relief teacher who gave us Tiramisu candy. Then kang Jin was trying to shoot Jian bin but failed terribly, so I said lemme try and shot Jeremy.

Jolene gave me her Tiramisu candy :9

After that was the last lesson of KaPAP and while walking back to boarding, I said sorry to Jeremy. He graciously forgave me. :)

My new blogskin is done. Though the colour scheme... reminds me of... a macaroon...
 Well. Actually i used the format of my ex-ex-blogskin. IS IT OBVIOUS?!
Omnomnomnom. Watched 2 episodes of Gosick. Too cuuute~ I love anime which are set in the victorian/ medieval times. ARRRRGH. Wasted all my time doing THIS when i shouldve been studying. ARRRRRRRRRR GOODBYE

I love my new table. I can stretch my legs out without kicking anyone. And the air is breathable, compared to the old-soap-saturated air back at that table. Uuuu I love the feeling of dry air.

I walked under the hot sun to punish myself because i drove my grandmother's Lamborghini into a rock wall and destroyed it, blowing up 100 people in the process.


Just kidding just joking I was avoiding my neighbour.

Hahaha! So funny! >:D

Ohnoez. I think I'm becoming a sadistic swine who derives pleasure from others' misfortune.

Or I already am.



Hahahahhahha!

We had...
A...
BBQ!!!

It was uber fun. At first, everyone went to NTUC/ rollerblading/ cycling so I went to pick shells and pieces of coral. IT WAS COOL. The whole beach was like a treasure cove. Sadly, we couldnt find any starfish. After that we played frisbee and swing-the-hammock. We swung everyone off the hammock and onto the ground.

After that I had a blister and wandered around the park looking for carpark D and the ghost nearly ate me. The end.

I don't care if you glare at me or if you hate me. Life is too short to waste on people like you.

I did horribly for the math test which I did not study for. My hands were literally shaking when we got the test papers back. I forgot the quadratic formula. （；＿；）しくしく (T ^ T)

I think there's no point in studying just before a test. Goodnight all~

If you tried saying the title aloud, you're adorable.

So, I've been wondering if my blog has too much sugar and honey in it. I don't usually put bad incidents up here, because I don't want to remember them. But yes, I'll try to put more sad and depressive stories up, so that all of you can see how melancholic and insipid my life is.

Goodnight all~

Silly €£¥#*%. \(//∇//)\

Today is the happiest day of my life!!! I received 2 stamps. One from Guo LAN Hua and another from the teacher that marked my science test!!!!!!!!!!!

The first one had the word 奖 on it. THE SCIENCE ONE WAS A BUMBLEBEEE YAAAAAAAAYYYYY.

How embarrassing!!!!!! \(//∇//)\
I think I should stop writing embarrassing posts. This will be the last.



There are two types of people that I like. The marshmallows, and the roasted marshmallows.

Basically, the marshmallow is someone who is kind and soft on the outside and inside.

The roasted marshmallow is someone who is tough and hard on the outside but soft on the inside.




I won't end this post properly because it'll be embarrassing if someone reads this blog in front of me again. （＞＿＜）

I love it when people say things like "Do well for my sake." I can literally feel a warm glow illuminating and streaming through my once-lazy veins when I hear those words. If it's someone close to me, I'll strive and strive and won't stop striving until I achieve it.

The ticking of the clock becomes all too loud as I strain my ears. Someone is there. I hear him. I see him. But the doors are locked. The windows are closed. How did he enter? All of a sudden, my focus is on a completely different sound. The strangely unmuffled patter of raindrops. Lightning crashes all around me and I try to fuse my very being into the wall. Unsurprisingly, the attempt fails. Sticking to the wall, I made my way to where the sound was coming from. The door to the roof terrace. I distinctly remembered slamming it shut after rescuing Lego, who was trying to take a wee wee in her flooded peetray. But now, it was eerily swinging back and forth in accordance to the howling wind. I turned around just in time to see a dark figure disappear around the corner. Take my soundock, take my iPod, take the TV, just don't kill me, my mind screamed. I nodded and smiled at my dog, but trepidation welled up in my heart. I bravely checked all the rooms except for the storeroom (which is so scary that even a ghost wouldn't go near). No one. Had it just been a figment of my imagination? But then, once again, I heard the footsteps...



How was it? I am writing this while Lying on my bed cuddling Lego. She was so scared that she was shivering. Poor baby Lego. Anyway, imconvinced that there's a strangerrunning around in my house. I tried waking my sister up bu she refuses to. And at first Lego we hiding in the toilet but I put her on my bed anyway, because I felt sorry for her. I wonder if anyone feels this way too.

"When I die. I want to be laughing. For the rest of my life up until then, I'll cry, cry, cry." -Mao

I saw many people crying today. In the toilet. At Singapore conference hall.
SYF today. We got a bronze. So lousy. :(

I wonder if aki died in the earthquake? He didn't update his blog to say if he was safe.

"Catching the person beside you through the camera lens, I blurred the focus." -Mao

Today...

Prayer group sucked. What the fuck is wrong with Luke and Preston and the Female senior. We just stoned there for half an hour while Luke did whoknowswhat. And preston was so proud. It was as if he was afraid the femalesenior would criticize him or something. And the female senior. Seriously, who put you in charge?

And worst of all, during prayer request time, I told Preston "Japan." Then he stuttered and allowed himself to be interrupted by FS. What the fuck. I wish I had insisted on praying for Japan. If I had prayed, would the magnitude 7.4 aftershock not have happened?

I can't stand it. The one of the few places I can open my heart up to has changed. My opinions are no longer welcome. The other parts of prayer group were worse, but I won't write it here. It hurts too much.






But in the end, what hurts the most is the feeling of loneliness and doubt.

Watched all three discs of Sidnad vol 6. So super. I love SID.

I have made up my mind...

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Mufufufufu....

I love it when Mao sings toge to Neko. Half of it is him singing dooo dooooo.

I love signs of gayness. From guys wearing shocking pink crocs to guys using their falsetto voice, I love them all.

Played pigg and caught all the fish in the 日本
Today is a very lovable day. :9

Wifi three bars here :D
Omm played pigg fishing the whole morning and only managed to catch ONE hermit crab. And I didn't get the limited edition item :'( Watched my SID blu ray disc yesterday!! So nice. But only 12 minutes. LOL

I hate many things and many people. Today is a origami-hate-disgustingfood day. Should I watch Sidnad vol 6 to cheer myself up?

Self awareness from PD. I think it's crap. Even after fourteen years of living in this body, I still don't know all my qualities. Oh, and I trust people with soothing voices.

I hate sharing and lending personal objects. Like my shorts. Or my soap. I also hate people who give me the evil eye when I say no. Seriously, it's like asking if you can borrow my undies. And excu-use me. YOU are trying to borrow something from me. I don't owe you anything. So you don't have to speak like you're talking to someone inferior. In fact, the borrower is a slave to the lender. SO JUST GET FUUUCKIN KNOCKED DOWN BY A CAR ALREADY >:(

I think I have a lot of pent up anger inside me. But I won't write it on my blog.
Yet.