On this fourth day of Christmas, our family made a joke about bread.

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"Oh no! The bread is dead!" Youngest sister shouted.

"No, it expires tomorrow." Second sister pronounced.

"No! It will be overdue tomorrow!" Youngest sister expressed her worry.

"Expired. Expired tomorrow!" Second sister provoked further.

"No, the bread is dead!" Youngest sister screamed.

"Tomorrow." Second sister said firmly.

"That's funny. It's not even alive in the first place." I chuckled.

"So?" Second sister probed.

"Mommy, the bread dies tomorrow." I announced.

"The bread is not even alive, this is so stupid." Second sister stated.

"No, it's so chubby!" Youngest sister retorted.
(Yep, this comeback was a little too lame. LOL.)

"The bread is chubby? Seriously?" Second sister responded.

"Eh? It is? So cute!" I exclaimed.

*holds signboard* 30 seconds later... *puts down signboard*

"Mommy, the chubby bread dies tomorrow."

----------------------------#^&~Merry Christmas~&^#---------------------------

Guess who said the last sentence? I did, 'cause this is the last sentence (hohoho).

Labels: On the fourth day of Christmas~

theEMOdied @ 10:07 PM!!

139. Sound normal right? Wrong, dead wrong. Try flipping the number from bottom upwards (write the number in your mind, pretend to hold it and flip it up), what did you get?

Precisely... no.. wait.. yeah, I don't know what you got (lol). The thirteen remains thirteen but the nine? It resembles the number '6' don't you think? Isn't six the devil's number or something? Yeah.

One hundred thirty-nine. Hundred thirty-nine. Thirteen nine. The number for a bus which leads to Red Hill, the place thousands or maybe even just a little less than million were killed in the infamous World War Two. The reason for the name Red Hill is simple- blood is red, and on that fateful day, the hill was filled with blood.

I didn't know why people don't seem to care (or notice, in this case, it looks like). But now I shall tell you all I know of about this eerie bus.

Fact number 1: Old
You see, the bus was always an old bus. While other buses like bus 145 were upgraded to newer buses, 139 still remained as old and dirty and kind of historical. It's like the bus has a soul or something that prevented any foul play in its point of view. Heck, even most people taking the bus are elderly, excluding me (I'm very very young).

Supporting evidence: When finally there are some new thirteen nine buses, they're entirely new. It's obviously different because other buses also have new seats, the difference is that it still retains its (old, rusty) outer appearance, while the new thirteen nine is entirely new, from bottom to top and left to right. All new. (Checked from tires and deck of bus, as well.)

Fact number 2: Suspiciously Unharmed
In all my years of taking the thirteen nine, not once, not even one time did it broke down before. Why hasn't it even been the slightest teeniest small bit damaged before? Don't you find that weird? I do.

Supporting evidence: None, unless you count my experience and eyesight (not perfect).
Who knows, maybe when I ride it again, it might just broke down, and I'll have a new adventure/experience, but then again it will only prove my theory wrong.

Fact number three: I don't know
"I don't know" is correct. I personally haven't ride it all the way to Red Hill before, so I don't know what's at the end. Mysterious huh? Or do all buses seem to interest your curiosity just 'cause you haven't ride it to the end before, I wonder..

Supporting evidence: Less than none.

Fact number four--
Wait.. I don't have a fact number four. *embarrassed*
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Fiction or non-fiction; horror or humor, all how you see it.

Contains material from the story titled '139' by Jeannette (yes, that's me) © 2010

Labels: Change of genre. Let's try horror.

theEMOdied @ 8:28 PM!!

Soooo... You see, the other day (ahem-two days ago- ahem) I was bored. Suddenly, there's a flash of light that blinds my eyes 'cause it's too bright (it's a bright flash, it's suppose to blind, lol)--just kidding; nothing happened. Except I have a random quote pasted in my brain!

"To be a master at drawing, you got to see.
To be a master of music, you got to listen.
To be the master of life, you got to die."
- Jeannette ©2010

The End. It's quite funny, actually. And if you think I'm suicidal, I'm not. Yes, the full stop is in bold..

As usual, me and my rule of copyrights-
The Quote: The Master of Life © 2010

Labels: The Master of Life

theEMOdied @ 12:09 AM!!

The four days three nights of this November Band Camp have ended, but Percussion will live on, and the feelings we share will never change. We can and will remain as the one and only Percussion Family.
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"Pain also laugh, not pain also laugh... siao."

"What are you all doing? Slacking is it? You, you, you and you! Come, let's practice..."

"What you doing? So lousy, I better. See? You noob la."

"Tinpani, Benpani, Lunpani and Jeanpani... we are the Pani Family, yay!"

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Zhijun's Lunchbox of Percussion Fried Rice, this time with the M&Ms separated. he was trying to cover his food, but as too slow. Note the hand at the side of the photo.


Jeannete's Lunchbox of Percussion Fried Rice, this time with the M&Ms separated. Ignore the plate of fried rice in front, that is from the buffet before break camp.


Weilun's Lunchbox of Percussion Fried Rice, this time with the M&Ms separated. He brought home half of the unfinished Lunchbox of Percussion Fried Rice. It is unsure whether it is too precious to eat or he is too full.


Benjamin's Lunchbox of Percussion Fried Rice, this time with the M&Ms separated. He, however already finished by the time a photo was taken.

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Benedict is too shy, so he says "take a picture of my hand in front of my face instead".


Concerned (Weilun), Depressed (Benjamin), Question mark (Benedict)


Day dreaming (Weilun), Still depressed (Benjamin), Staring blankly (Benedict) and a straight stick (Marielle)


Two Bens (Benedict and Benjamin), one Wheel (Weilun; 'Lun' is chinese for wheel) and one Mario (sounds like Marielle right? LOL)


One is bored (Weilun) and the other is smiling like an idiot (Benedict), haha!


Marielle turned and looked at me, only to find a camera in her face. Snap! Too late.



Secret snapshot! They don't even know! (from furthest: Zhijun, Wong Jia Xin who happens to walk pass by, Amirah, Sihan and Xin Tian a.k.a the monkey of Percussion)


Sihan and Amirah thinks "don't look at camera... don't look at camera..."


Benjamin passing his iPhone 4 to Rachael Tam for photo-taking, Zhijun on his left and Weilun on his right. Prepare to smile...


Say "Percussionist is me!" Some people are missing... The one most front is Zhijun, with Weilun on his upper right. Upper left of Weilun is Benjamin and Benedict is on his upper right. Xintian is beside Benedict and Kay Siang is behind her. Left side of Benedict is Jeannette, with Marielle beside on her left. Standing up, is Amirah in front of Sihan who is trying to hide. So sly, so sly.. LOL


Say "Percussion-
Waaiiiittttt! What's more special than a back view of the family photo? I must take one!

Labels: Percussion. Not Just Any Other Section.

theEMOdied @ 11:53 AM!!

Disclaimer: The Red Dragonfly does not belongs to me, and the storyline too.
Note from Doctor Jeannette: This story is based on my O' levels Higher Chinese multiple choice question comprehension, and I liked it. I'm just translating it, so enjoy.
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The red dragonfly landed softly on her head. She was dancing with small steps and with each expressive step the red dragonfly flap its wing and seemed to dance with her. She, together with the red dragonfly was dancing gracefully through the stage, leaping expertly into the air and finished the dance beautifully.

"Have you thought about it carefully? You really don't want to buy the red dragonfly?" It was during the school's fund raising activity that this happened and her teacher did not asked her only once, just like she had rejected her offer by shaking her petite head more than only once.

"I don't get it. Why wouldn't you buy something that's only eighty cents?" Her teacher had on a confused look and was trying to think of a reason for her student's firm rejections. "You must know, our school has spent efforts teaching and cultivating you, and this is the best opportunity to repay the school and thank it for everything it has given you."

Actually, deep down in her heart, she thirst for that elegant dragonfly. She wanted it extremely badly but she could not help but thought back to that fateful yesterday...

She had asked her father for permission to buy the red dragonfly and her father had immediately agreed but her mother chided her and told her that "our family isn't doing that well these days, we need to save on expenses". Just like that, her red dragonfly dream 'flew' away.

That raising activity had given her a chance to perform on stage. It was also that day where her teacher put on make up on her, painting red on a side of her face and white on another, tied her hair in a tall tight bun before she pinned on the red dragonfly on her hair. On cue from the music, she danced with small elegant steps out. She was the lead dancer that day, the one who got all the main attention and focus of the audiences. She was supposed to be at all smiles and she wanted too, yet somehow, she could not smile even if she wanted.

Six months later, her father gave her eighty cents out of a sudden and said "It's the end of the year and I've got some bonus pay, the dragonfly you wanted, is it too late to buy now?"

The next day, she went to school and her teacher brought her to the store room. From the massive load of giant boxes, her teacher picked a particular one out and told her "Find it yourself!" Finishing her harsh words, her teacher left the store room.

After hours of searching, she found the red dragonfly at the very bottom of the box. It was squashed and its color had faded, making it look lifeless and dull.

She brought it home nonetheless and without doubt believed that the red dragonfly would come back to life one day.

That year, she was only eleven.

The following year, she never once performed on stage or dance again... and the red dragonfly never revived.
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It's sad isn't it? But believe me, the chinese version is much more captivating, touching and expressive. But it's against the copyrights law to post it. Hope you did not cry much.

And yes, her mother and teacher really have an attitude problem. To her mom: It's only eighty cents and for goodness sake, she's still only a child! To her teacher: You don't deserve to be a teacher. Just die already.

Labels: The Red Dragonfly

theEMOdied @ 4:57 PM!!

"It's awake!" My nurse told me the miraculous information of how this blog woke up from it's coma of about a few months.

"...It's awake?"

"What kind of expression is that?" She scowled.

"Hmm. How about: WOW! YAY! It's awake! Let's go check on it! ... Never going to happen."
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And after I checked it, it simply got well, recovered and most importantly revived.
So now I can finally blog something. You must after all revived a blog before a new post right?

Welcome back, blog (I need to think of a name for you).

Labels: Awake from coma, blog...

theEMOdied @ 4:46 PM!!

Last week, my class did a reflection on "money can't buy everything" crap (okay, maybe not crap.. but I know money can buy crab).

"Class, what are your opinions on money?"

Dumb answered "It smells bad!"

Emo stated "It's just a piece of paper."

Idiot expressed his worry "It's neither rough nor smooth!"

Stupid had something down his throat. He was trying to spit it out. When finally he managed to squeak, he exclaimed "y-yuck!" Yes, it was a shiny (and after this it's rusty, definitely) metal coin.

Goth sighed "If it's black and metallic, it rocks and I'll rejoice.."

But of course the above was all my fantasizing. (Except the reflection part. Why can't you be a dream, reflection?!).

Now, let's sing the "money money money" song by Abba!

"Money money money, must be funny, in a rich man's world... (I don't know other lyrics, heh, sorry)"

*dashed to hide somewhere dark*

The owner of this post has ran away. However, she does not own any Abba lyrics or even the group Abba for if she did, she would be rich (disclaimer).

Labels: Money$ Money$ Money$

theEMOdied @ 9:23 PM!!