*pant, pant* Oh, hell. The mere thought of that bloody arse makes my blood boil. Goosepimples appear. My hairs stand on end. My hands feel cold. A feeling of revolt passes over me. NOOOOOO!!! (i pinched myself, but it isn't a nightmare. Shucks.)

Sorry if you're thinking: What the hell is this person crapping about? Huh? Huh?

Basically, this person whose name i shall not reveal for i'm afraid my hands will suffer from frostbite if i type out the name --- just can't take no for an answer. And remember what I said before? I CAN'T STAND THESE KINDA PEOPLE!!!! Grr. Argh. Gross. Totally gross.

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1200 to 1230: Angela and myself reached the school. It was kinda carnival-ish --- balloons were streaming everywhere, kids were jumping around. Literally. We tapped to the beat of the songs Do Re Mi and Congratulations, played by the military band, and later I joined some of the members of the choir in the Blue Skystage. We performed.

On stage we sang Deep River and Salmo 150. It's been looong time since I last sang with my fellow choirmates --- so naturally my voice wasn't, um, up to standard. Sheesh. When a high note was sung the mike even screeched!! Oops. It was okay, really. Really! ;)

1245 to 1430: The Haunted House!!!

We queued for it for 1 hour!!! 1, full hour. It was utterly horrendous. The sun refused to relent, shining its bloody rays all over the CD shelter where the haunted house was situated. But on the other hand, I got to know some new people. Ya, God is fair.

The five of us (Joanne, Angela, Fangling + a boyboy and myself) stepped into the cold, dark room. I saw green light. What did I get myself into?? I should have spent the 4 bucks on chicken wings instead!! I began to have second thoughts. The room was silent. Then the screaming began. To my left!! THE GIRL WITH LONG HAIR!! To my right!! THE MONSTER FROM SCREAM!! To my bottom!!! (i mean the floor) HANDS GRABBING MY LEGS!!! To my top!! A DOLL!! AHHHHHHHH!!!!! If I am not wrong, our screams would have awakened the whole of Jurong East Street 21. The poor boy kept asking for his mother!!

Cheerios to 3/6, creator of The Haunted House. They did a great job today.

Somehow, I had a feeling of bitterness when I typed that.

1500 to now: Shopping, shopping and more shopping. Spent almost all of the coupons on food, other stuff and games. Sigh. $70 just flew away like that. I could have seen 10 movies!! I could have bought a dozen clothes!! And there's even a Great Singapore Sale going on!! Man... do I feel the pinch. Ah, well. At least I helped the school.

And so here I am, typing an entry on blogspot.com. *a moment of silence* Oh, hell. The bloody arse came into my mind again. Goosepimples appearing --- my hands!!! *shiver* Omgomgomgomg... ARGH. ARGH!!! @#!$#@!^%@#$#!@%@!%$@!$@$#@^%$#^%@@#!$#!!!

GROSS.

High-pitched voices.. *shiver

Recently on my trips back home from school I've been hearing conversations. It's not that I was eavesdropping on purpose --- I mean, if there's nothing to do on the bus and you're just staring off to space, you can't possibly stuff your ears with tissue when you hear people talking behind you right?

Conversation #1

"... and there was this guy, this guy who was in the same primary school as me lah.I like used to like him, but then afterwards the feeling gone lah. Then now we're in the same class you know!!" *high-pitched giggling*

The other girl, a malay, replied.

"Oh my gawd!! Are you serious?? Then? Then?"

"Ya... Then a few days ago he invited me to his house. We went to his room and sat together. Then he suddenly become so shy you know!!!" *giggle, giggle*

*gasp* "Aiyo! Then?"

"Ya... Then I asked him why he so shy. He keep saying nothing. But I didn't believe him, so I said 'I also not shy you shy for what? Say, hurry say what you wanna say.'"

"Then? Then?"

"Then --- then --- he suddenly turned and hugged me you know!!! And he said 'I love you!!!'"

"OH MY GAWD!!" *giggle, giggle, giggle*

That was the last straw; I simply couldn't hold back my laughter! The lady sitting beside me was in the same predicament as well... it was kinda funny, come to think of it. The girls' endless giggling coupled with their high-pitched voices --- it was as if I was listening to a fast-forwarded videotape!! Oddly, time flew when I took that bus and before I knew it, it was time for me to alight. The girls alighted at the same stop too; as they walked in the opposite direction I could still hear a faint giggle piercing through the air. *shiver*

Conversation #2 was more like a singing session. Again, two girls were sitting in front of me. I was very engrossed in my suspense novel, and when I heard the girls I couldn't help but feel a flicker of irritation.

"I just don't know why my voice seems so airy today. *sings a few lines of a chinese song* See? See?"

"Where got?"

blah blah blah blah --- and one of the girls kept singing on the bus. I mean, if her voice was good, I wouldn't mind. After all I would have free music to listen to --- but the problem was, her voice was freakingly high-pitched! Exactly the same as the sound produced from a fast-forwarded videotape. The passengers seated around me were obviously irritated as well. Except for an ah pek. He kept gazing at the girl who was singing. He probably felt that her voice resembled that of cantonese wayang opera singers. Argh.

Well I certainly hope I wouldn't stumble upon such incidents again. Maybe I'll think about bringing earmuffs to school. Then I wouldn't be a victim of such horrible singing sessions. ;)

Exodus

At the end of this year there'll be an exodus, as always. But this time, it will be my batch's turn. Am I happy to leave the school? I have mixed emotions. The school is no longer the one I adored and loved before, and yet it holds so many beautiful memories. So many wonderful mentors have left; strangers have instead taken their places. Where is the unity that bonded each and every Commonwealthian before? The only constant in this world is change --- but does it come with a price as well? I cannot deny that the school contributes a lot to my growing as a person, but somehow...Sigh. Whatever it is, I'll be eternally grateful to Commonwealth. For it has opened the windows to so many opportunities for me; then again, what more could I ask for?

Holidays=no holidays

Since today was the last day of term 2, the school had a mass session of spring cleaning. It was rather heart-warming seeing the class working together, cleaning tables, scrubbing walls, wiping off dirt from the ceiling fans and dusting the windows. The guys in my class even sang the chinese new year song "Gong xi Gong xi" as they scrubbed!! Honestly, the guys in my class are more like boys --- you know what I mean.. ;) But I'm glad for that fact because they never fail to make lessons much more enjoyable. Well, we gain some, we lose some!

An hour later we sat in our respective places, feeling a million times more comfortable in a squeaky-clean classroom. Mr Tan, the Head of Department for English, then came to speak to us. It was regarding a letter that was found by my classmate in a certain teacher's pigeonhole --- the letter requested for a change of teachers for my class as well as another, saying that this would benefit us. The letter also indicated very clearly that my class and the other class did not like our present teacher. What I have to say is this --- My class and the other class certainly did not and had no reason to produce that letter. Why should we when we're doing so well with our present teacher? Obviously this person is trying to drive a wedge between ourselves and our teacher. Thank goodness we found the letter in time! Phew. If I ever find the culprit, .... *cracking my knuckles*... Grr.

Such things aside, I also received my progress report. Like I said previously, it ain't good! I wonder what my Dad will say when he sees it later. Somehow I have an ominous feeling. Here's my class photo! You can click on it for a larger view.  

My sister is going to a school camp tomorrow, and she's bloody excited. I hope she realises that such camps are entirely different from the family holidays that we have. From her behavior now, I guess she doesn't. I'm looking forward to it 'cos I can have the whole room to myself!! Mwahaha... But it'll be quieter without her. We gain some, we lose some! Happy holidays to all!

Troy

Had physics lesson today. Argh, physics...the bane of my existence! I did really badly for this subject this year, and somehow I don't know why. Electrons, rays, degrees, stopwatches... etc; they just don't click! Sigh. Looks like I have to bury my head into the ten-year-series again. Anyway, Mr Sim, my physics teacher, mentioned to us about this cathode-ray oscilloscope; there are x-plates and y-plates and electrons and rays and much more and I had a hard time digesting all that was said! I detest the feeling of not understanding something, and I often have this feeling during physics lessons. Frustrated, I approached the teacher and after his slow, patient explanation, everything seemed to lighten up --- Finally, I understood!! I understood!! It was a moment worth savouring. ;)

Just in case you are wondering again why I am nicknamed ah dai and t-rex in school, here's the story. T-rex came about (no, not millions of years ago in Jurassic Park) in level 5, class 4/2 of CSS, from a chemistry teacher, Mr Yong. The nickname simply sprang of from his mouth! There are 2 xiaohuis in my class, so I guess my surname teng plus my initials x.h gave Mr Yong the inspiration to call me t-rex so it would be much more convenient for him. Nothing bad about that, of course, except the constant remark I get from classmates:

"Xiaohui!! I saw you on tv yesterday!! " --- when Jurassic Park aired on tv the night before.

Ah dai came about when I was in secondary two. Maybe it was puberty or something, but I was very blur at the time --- very often I couldn't react as fast as the others. Hence the nickname Ah dai, "dai" meaning blur in chinese.

Do you feel that everything seems to lighten up? =D

=Carnival Mania=

Just in case you're wondering, "the hoi polloi" means "the common people". It's from the dictionary --- I came upon it accidentally, and thought it was rather funny... so there it is!

Anyway, the school is currently preparing for a carnival that will be happening this Sunday. The sale of tickets is not looking up, and from what I see the the PTN (parent-teacher network, organiser of carnival) looks quite, um, despo now. Well, if I were organising a carnival and more than half of the school seems unenthusiastic, I would be breaking out in cold sweat every 5 minutes! I guess the main reason why there is poor response is because the school's doing this for the first time in 40 years --- there's no tradition or whatsoever of CSS holding a carnival before! And so almost the whole student body is apprehensive as to how the carnival would turn out. After all, the PTN is associated with parents and teachers --- the image I see in my head when I hear the word PTN is a bunch of stern, bespectacled, balding and very-concerned-about-my-child-in-school adults. How "fun" would the carnival be? Okay I am exaggerating here, but... I guess this is how most of us feel.. Well maybe I'll be proven wrong this Sunday! ;)

Not much happened today; I could finally figure my L1R5 out, and it ain't good! Sigh. Also, a certain person in my class (ahem) made Mdm Chang storm out of 4/2 very angrily. Another sigh. I really wonder if she'll ever step into class again! Shucks...niwae I'll be watching troy tomorrow... looking forward to it! =D

P.S: I just saw a schoolmate on tv! The jack neo show? Um... no comments? Haha...