ThE bLoG Of sOmEoNe iNviSibLe ^^

The fourth day of Christmas.

2010-12-28T22:07:00.006+08:00

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

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

"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).

Bus service line- hundred thirty-nine.

2010-12-28T20:28:00.005+08:00

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

To live, we must first die; LOL!

2010-12-10T00:09:00.002+08:00

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

Percussion, Not just any other section.

2010-11-26T11:53:00.005+08:00

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!

Story time! Red dragonfly.

2010-11-10T16:57:00.007+08:00

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.

2010-11-10T16:46:00.004+08:00

"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).

Money money money~

2010-07-23T21:23:00.012+08:00

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).

Harmony Day

2010-07-21T22:05:00.003+08:00

Guess what day today is yourself. I'm not telling.

Anyway, I'm here today to thank some people namely Charis (especially), Jasmine.T (or J.T. she prefers), Jingyi, Cheryl and all every relevant persons (you're not going to expect me to type every name out are you?!).

And now, I have to shout...

I CAN'T STAND THE STARES! I KNOW I WORE A YUKATA, DON'T NEED STARE AND OGLE RIGHT??

It was so scary... and exciting... and weird... etc.

LOL

Should the non-human typing this have time, she'll post some pictos. Please wait patiently. Thank you.

The word: "Picto" © 2010 (other variations of verbs, plural form of this word are also under copyrights.. too bad)

Damn you, homework.

2010-06-17T14:04:00.002+08:00

Receive the homework.

Look at the homework.

Browse through the homework (too difficult).

Grab the homework.

Crush the homework.

Glare at the homework (with utmost hatred).

Unfold the homework.

Tear the homework.

Burn the homework.

Place the homework (in a cup with water).

Stir the homework.

Eat/drink the homework.

Ending number 1:
Shit the homework out.

Ending number 2:
Homework cause you some food poisoning, and you either die or survive but missed lots of school.

*evil laugh*
"Maybe I should do that but change a little here and there to make it more cruel.."
*wipe hand together evilly*

"Noooo, please.."

*smirk*
"Sorry, homework, but I hate you! Too bad.."

And so the homework past it's DEADline (and die, of course).

たんじょうびおめでと

2010-06-17T14:00:00.002+08:00

たんじょびおめでと~
Happy Birthday to you,
たんじょびおめでと~
Happry Birthday to you,
たんじょびおめでと~
Happy Birthday to Wei Lun
たんじょべおめでと!
Happy Birthday to you!

LOL. Let's wish he will not get sick (whether fake or not) so often.

Missing all of you

2010-05-18T16:33:00.004+08:00

Dear percussionists,

The sun is orange
The sky is blue
The trees are green
And I miss all of you

Love,
your fellow percussionist

P.S: Yes, I know the first three lines of the poem makes no sense 'cause they doesn't link. LOL.

haha. funny or not funny

2010-05-04T21:37:00.003+08:00

Joke number 1
Teacher: Class! No handphones in class please. Keep them out of sight.

5 minutes later

Teacher: Student 1 and 2! Care to explain why your handphones are displayed openly on your table and under your table respectively before I confiscate them?

Student 1: Mine's not a handphone! It's an iPhone.

Student 2: I'm not in class! I'm in a classroom!

Teacher: Fine. Everyone, please throw all your phones into the dustbin right there in front of the blackboard.

No one moved.

Teacher: Throw them now!

Student 3: Mine's a mobile phone, not a phone.

Student 4: Mine's a communication device. And in addition, we do not have a dustbin. We only have a waste paper basket.

Teacher stomps out of class.

Every student: Yay! Whoohoo! No lessons!

Joke number 2

Once upon a time, there was a girl who love her mother very very much and vice versa. to the extent where by she thinks everytime the house phone rings, it has got to be her mom.

So, one day, the phone rang. She rushed and answer enthusiastically and excitedly.

Girl: Mushi mushi! (Japanese for hello; don't blame me if I spelt it wrongly.)

Unknown man: ?! Er.. Can I speak to your mother please?

Yeah. It's not her mom. LOL

more and more copyrights

2010-04-30T22:53:00.004+08:00

Hey hey! I realized my blog has fallen into a deep deep coma. (How sad!)

English - Never believe whatever teacher tells you (definitely not true). So if they say the paper is easy, DON'T fall into their trap, the paper will be difficult (and soft, 'cause paper ain't hard at all).

H.Chinese - Again, never believe anything teachers say about exams (unless they give you the topics to study or tips). This time, it was said to be difficult. And nope, it's not difficult at all. It's DAMN difficult, extremely difficult, hellish difficult and evilly difficult. (I'm very sure I'll fail paper 2, unless it's "time for miracles".)

Anyway, more things from me to be copyrighted.

The phrase: "what the heaven" © 2010

2010-04-14T21:31:00.002+08:00

Here's another thing I'm reminded of.

Dumb school people! Stupid student body! Listen here. The following slogan is made up by me! I'm the creator! Not my sister. And don't copy.

I'm putting copyrights. And if you think of something near there, what can I say? (Except that you have no originality and creativity etc, the list goes on)

The slogan: "Recyle today, Save tomorrow" © 2010

It's real..

2010-04-14T15:04:00.008+08:00

I'm walking on a path away from the darkness. Alone. I saw you. You were there. Right there in front of me. We were running away from the darkness, and I'm just behind you.

I reach out to tap you on the shoulders, but my hand was hesitant. It refused to listen to me. I retracted my hand (thirsting courage).

1 year..

The distance between us have become further, you were running too fast for me to chase after. I'm still alone. So I turned. I turn around a run. I leap back into the darkness ahead. To see if you cared, if you will turn around, if you would stop me.

You pursuit. But you took rests. And I would not stop. Until you catch me, you'll only see my back. I cried and "invisible tears are the hardest to wipe away." (by Terri Guillemets)

2 years..

I'm still running. Still waiting for the day you tap me on the shoulders. I cannot stop. I will run. Run away from the world. From you. Until you find the power to save me from the darkness, to make me reach for the light.

No matter how much I yearn to turn, how tempting it is to just turn around, I will not. I will resist. And I will hurt myself, until you reach me. Till you know that if you want, you can just do it with all your might.

Forever..
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The above was a story (prologue actually) that just appear from nowhere in my mind.
My crazy, mad, insane mind. (lol)

Redundancy Tautology

2010-04-07T21:42:00.007+08:00

My mother is an expert in tautology, I tell you (all of you, including the ant which managed to climb to my file from the ground even though my bag is on my lap and my file is on my bag).

She can repeat (and nag with redundancy) herself over the same thing for more than half an hour! (Whose parents can do that too?? Raise your toes please.) Plus, the next time the same topic comes up (OMG!), she can add what she said earlier the time before (exactly the same thing) to whatever is new she is saying (nagging).

I think it's damn funny, everytime she repeats something, we'll (me and my sisters) tell her this "When we ask you to nag, you can't. But when we don't want you to nag, you do the opposite." (we test this before, we ask her to nag, and she's speechless) then we'll all end up in laughters. (Try it! It's fun and fun and fun and fun!)

Maybe she's has a PHd after all: TAUTOLOGY
(Hnn.. Uncanny. Lol..)

2010-04-06T09:02:00.004+08:00

DEDICATED TO: SHIMIN AND ONLY SHIMIN
(even if today's also your birthday / you are not the Shimin I'm refering to.)

WARNING!: BIRTHDAY SONG TUNE HAS EXPIRED. PLEASE SING TO THE TUNE OF ELMO'S WORLD!

Lalalala lalalala Happy Birthday~
Cookie monster cookie monster Happy Birthday~
Lalalalala lalalala Haaaappy Birrthdaaaay!~

click here to replay song in your head

Opps! Sorry, the above function is out of order (too bad).

Jasen's 26

2010-03-29T18:17:00.003+08:00

Once upon a time (26 years ago actually), there was a baby born. The baby went through hardship (school [lol]) and from young, he was deeply in love with music.

He then became a band conductor (not electricity or heat conductor). Someday, in future, he WILL be a great and famous conductor in the world (yeah, the whole wide amd round world).

Until then, he will never give up. No matter what. He will give a confident smile and strive forward. He will question why he teaches, but his resolve to continue teaching will not waver. His passion for music will never fade away.

(Note: this is not a curse okay!)

Happy Birthday, Jasen!

LOL new word

2010-03-28T18:05:00.009+08:00

I learnt a new word today (even though i created it). Pissful.

My sister (don't tell you which) got angry really easily nowadays (and she got angry just now over something small and stupid). And then she was saying "I wasn't angry just now! I was very peaceful."

So I retorted (not really cause I can scold her as an elder sis right?)
"Yeah. Peaceful as in pissful (spelt out) right?"

There. My new word (mine and mine and mine and mine only).

One more thing. I can't stand people keep using my (yes, mine, i came up with it) age theory and claim that they are the original owners of it (go to the opposite direction of heaven, thiefs).

The one that goes like "In algebra, what is ab? a times b right? So if you are 16, it's actually 1 times 6, which means you're 6 years old. Unless you failed algebra."

Stop stealing my inventions! I'm now putting copyrights into my creations. Ask me before you use them.

Age-Theory © 2008
Pissful © 2010

There. Don't infringe copyrights (or else I'll hunt you down and kill you).

Okay. Enjoy your day (even if there's only 5 hours 50 minutes left)!

2010-03-25T21:47:00.004+08:00

I CANNOT STAND IT ANYMORE.

LET ME HAVE MY SLEEP PLEASE.

IF I DON'T SLEEP FOR 7 HOURS TODAY (not possible anymore), YOU WILL ALL SEE THE WORST CREATURE/MONSTER YOU'VE EVER SEEN. YOU WILL ALL SEE WORSE THAN HELL AND I WILL BE IN THE MOOD TO KILL (too bad).

TRY IT. MAKE ME ANGRY/UPSET/IRRITATED (etc.), YOU'RE GONE (bye bye).

Things done, undone?

2010-03-23T21:32:00.006+08:00

First, let me do something.

*sob (loudly) sob*

Okay. Now I can type.

Checklist to things to do:

- Walk out of school (arrogantly). Done, plus bonus of shoving early release form into (damn) guard's face.

- Remember my name. No need for this (I think I remembered).

- Breathe. Done, but it killed my distinction because.. (And now my distinction flew away to heaven!) Nooooooooo.. Maybe the miracle Shimin gave me this morning will help? "Will you, miracle?" "I'll try. No promises.")

So, one last thing to do before I sleep.

*smile like an idiot and stay at that position*
(I must stay happy you know, if not miracle won't help me. And I don't want have nightmare. Scary~)

Buses and piano

2010-03-22T21:41:00.003+08:00

Janice waited for me to go home together. She waited and waited. 5 '88' buses,
3 '157' buses, 4 '163' buses and 3 '56' buses left before me and moomoo (Viandra cause she likes cows and remind me of them) arrived at bus stop behind school.

Tomorrow is important.
Some things i need to do:
- Leave school (arrogantly) after recess
- Remember my name (cause when I get too nervous i might forget)
- Breathe (most important)

Not going band tomorrow. Ask me why (if i don't like you, i won't tell you).

Janice's Maggi Noodles

2010-03-21T15:00:00.002+08:00

Want to know who can cook the best instant noodles in the world?
(I know you want. Admit it. Everybody is a busybody.)

Okay. I'll tell you.

*drumroll*

JANICE JANICE JANICE JANICE COOKS THE BEST INSTANT NOODLES IN THE WORLD!!

You'll have to try it. The soup (although nothing is made from scratch by her, she just cooks it) is wonderful. But the noodles. The noodles! Yum yum yum yum yummy! Soft, smooth, chewy (but not crispy if not it's not cooked)and just delicious.

Maybe it's cooked with love (or did she add a cockroach or rat or poison?!aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh~)?

Can you?

2010-03-17T19:15:00.004+08:00

"Why am I invisible?"
"I don't know. But one day, there will be someone who can see you. Don't worry."
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Can you see that I'm still waiting?

Can you see that I'm getting tired?

Can you the hidden pain?

Can you see I'm still masking the hurt?

Can you see that the smile on me is fake?

Can you see my unreal laughter?

Can you see my loneliness in my eyes?

Can you see my unshed tears?

Can you see my dying heart?

Can you see my fading soul?

Can you see my freezing blood?

Can you see me?

Can you still see me?

Can you see I'm still the same?

Can you see I've never changed?
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She's there. Still there. Still waiting. And begging for the person who will see her to appear. Please notice me....

2010-03-10T17:47:00.006+08:00

Dear humans which all dislike loneliness (cause, tell me, who like being alone?),

Humans do not fear death. They are simply scared of the loneliness that comes with it. Uncertainty.

"Where will i go after i die, mommy?" (lol)

No one knows. (unless you are God/ you're dead)

But if you're afraid of dying, you can and should dream of dying. Picture yourself in every situation of how you're going to die: squashed by a building during a terrorist attack, decapitated by evil sinister siblings, etc.

(Please don't really commit suicide after you think too much and become emo. But if you do, please don't blame/haunt me.)

After you think too much, you'll just feel tired and realise it's meaningless to think so much cause you can't stop any of it (haha, too bad). And when death really happens to you, it will feel like a routine, a habit. (After you die, you won't even know if the creator of Bodyworlds is dissecting you for a cross-section of the human body. Really. Not lying.)

OR

If you are a coward, don't think about it at all. Just don't think so much. Don't care at all (but when you die, don't say i never warn you that it's lonely and unfamiliar).

Love,
Doctor Lonelinessindeath

2010-02-18T22:15:00.004+08:00

Today, it's the best in years. The whole band celebrated. Thank you for everything, Jasen! And thank you Xin Tian for the picture! ^^

誕生日おめでとう!

Thank you percussion (Kimberly, Xin tian, Benedict, Benjamin, Wei Lun, Yung Chih, Marielle, Felicia, Tim, Amirah)! Thank you Shiyen, Darryl, Shimin, Viandra, Waimin, Charis, Janice, Mummy!
Thank you everyone!

Happy is an understatement today. Thank you all. ^^

ReViVaL

2010-01-25T22:01:00.004+08:00

"Clear!" *electric sound* -beep..beep..- "Clear!" *electric sound* -beep..beep..-
"Clear!" *electric sound* -beep.. beep.. beep.. beep..-
"Attempt to revive: success!"
"Heart beats per minute?"
"72 beats per minute, doctor."
"Blood pressure?"
"A little below average. Nothing much other than that. All fine!"
*nods*

(door opens)
"How is it, doctor?!"
"No problem, the blog is successfully revived and now just physically weak. Don't worry."
"When will it wake up? Are there after effects of this revival surgery?"
"Not really. But it's progress to recovery may be a tad slow. Not much harm."
"Thanks so much, doctor."
*nods* "Welcome."

2009-10-07T22:23:00.004+08:00

HaPpY BiRtHdAy tO yOu,
HaPpY BiRtHdAy tO yOu,
HaPpY BiRtHdAy tO Zhi JuN,
HaPpY BiRtHdAy tO yOu!! ^^

HaPpY BeLaTeD BiRtHdAy tO ViAnDrA!!^^ (sorry, i missed it.. busy)

2009-08-15T00:00:00.000+08:00

HaPpY BiRtHdAy tO yOu,
HaPpY BiRtHdAy tO yOu,
HaPpY BiRtHdAy tO Li Hui,
HaPpY BiRtHdAy tO yOU!! ^^

jOkE

2009-08-14T23:18:00.003+08:00

FriEnD#1: hEy.. wHy aRe yOu sO qUiEt tOdAy?
FriEnD#2: Oh.. yOu dUn wAn tO KnOw.. *continue to keep quiet*
FriEnD#1: wHy?? sOmEtHiNg hApPeNeD?! hEy! TaLk tO mEeEe...! *shake friend#2*
FriEnD#2: sHhHhHh...!! ii aM eNjOyiNg tHe SiLeNcE!!
FriEnD#1: Oh.. *shuts mouth*

Benpani birthday :)

2009-08-12T21:21:00.003+08:00

HaPpY BiRtHdAy tO yOu,
HaPpY BiRtHdAy tO yOu,
HaPpY BiRtHdAy tO BeNjAmiN,
HaPpY BiRtHdAy tO yOu!! ^^

tHiS fOrgOtTeN dAy..

2009-04-14T21:53:00.003+08:00

sUrE yOu aLL fOrGoT dE.. LaSt yEaR tHe tOdAy wAs oUr FiRsT pErCuSsiOn OuTiNg.. Of cOs nOt aLL wEnT La.. MANPANI LUNPANI JEANPANI XINPANI KIMPANI DICTPANI PHONPANI.. LoL.. We wEnT.. tHiS pOsT aCtUaLLy dAm LaMe.. iT iS jUsT tO rEmEmBeR oUr FiRsT OuTiNg aNd kEeP iT iN oUr mEmORiEs.. LoL..

OnE YeAr gOnE.. hOw mAnY LeFt? nOt MuCh..

Hmm.. AnOtHeR BiRtHdAy..

2009-04-06T19:06:00.003+08:00

HaPpY BiRtHdAy tO yOu,
HaPpY BiRtHdAy tO yOu,
HaPpY BiRtHdAy tO Shi Min,
HaPpY BiRtHdAy tO yOu!! ^^

WhAt tHe HeLL

2009-04-06T16:30:00.003+08:00

SiCk SiCk SiCk.. ii nEvEr gO sChOoL tOdAy.. ii DiDn't FeEL WeLL EnOuGh tO gO tO ThOsE DaM bOriNg cLaSsEs.. LoL.. bUt gUeSs wAd? mY mOm tHoGhT ii wAs FaKiNg iT aNd sHe mAdE mE dO sOmE hOuSewOrK..

ShE sAiD: hOuSewOrK iSn't tHaT eAsY aS yOu tHiNk iT iS..
ii rEpLiEd: hUh.. tHeN ii LeArN LoR.. uSe tOdAy aS tRaiNiNg.. bUt iT LoOks eAsY LeH..
ShE sAiD: tHaT's wAd eU tHiNk OnLy La..
ThEn ii LaUgHeD.. sO sHe LaUgHeD..

sO.. ii sPeNt tHe mOrNiNg HeLpiNg WiTh ChOrEs.. FeLt LiKe CiNdEreLLa aT sOmE pOiNt, tHeN PiTy hEr.. LoL.. bUt Of cOuRsE, sHe hAd iT wOrSe.. tHeN HeLpEd mY mOm WiTh tHe PriNtEr (hEr cOm aNd PriNtEr gOt PrOb).. CaNnOt FiGuRe OuT wHy, tHeN HeAd DaM pAiN, sO ii wEnT tO sLp.. aNd tHe wEaThEr iS sO NiCe.. RAINING.. mMm.. ii LoVe tHe RaiN..

JuSt wOkE uP, wAtCh aNiMe aNd eAt, aNd nOw tYpiNg tHis.. LoL..

DuN wAnT mAkE a BiG fUsS OuT Of iT bUt..

2009-03-29T23:39:00.006+08:00

HaPpY BiRtHdAy tO eU..
HaPpY BiRtHdAy tO eU..
HaPpY BiRtHdAy tO JaSeN..
HaPpY BiRtHdAy tO eU.. ^^

ii aM sO LaMe..

2009-03-23T17:38:00.004+08:00

LaSt LaSt TuEsDaY ii wAs pLaYiNg HiDe aNd SeEk WiTh ChEoW PhOnG, BeNeDiCt, KiMbErLy, XiN TiAn aNd TiMoThY.. ThEn gUeSs wAd? mY ShOe sLiPpErY aNd ii FeLL dOwN. InJuReD mY tHuMb (DuNnO hOw tAtS pOsSiBLe.. LoL..) aNd mY kNeE gOt a qUiTe biG pAtCh Of wOuNd.. tHen iT wOuLdn"T hEaL.. tOoK 2 WeEks tO FiNaLLy bEcOme nOt sO sEriOuS..
LaSt tHuRsDaY wOrSe.. ii wAs WaLkiNg (aNd a LiTtLe Of sKiPpiNg) dOwN tHe sTaiRs aNd nOw gUeSs wAd? ii wAs wEaRiNg tHaT sAmE sLiPpeRy ShOeS and ii sLipPeD dOwN a cOuPLe Of sTaiRs.. tRiEd tO rEgAiN mY baLaNcE aS FaSt aS pOsSibLe, bUt iT bAcKfiReD aNd ii tRiPpEd OvEr mY LeFt LeG aNd eNdEd uP sPrAiNiNg mY RiGhT fOoT..
nOw ii aM sO LaMe.. ii aM cUrReNtLy tRyiNg nOt tO LiMp ArOuNd sO mUcH.. iF nOt PpLe WiLL CaLL mE LaMeR.. LoL..

ThE LeAsT ii cAn dO tO mAkE mY bLoG uNdEaD..

2009-02-28T23:39:00.011+08:00

HmM.. ii FiGuRe a wAy tO nOt wAsTe TiMe aNd ReViVe mY bLoG.. FuRtHeRmOrE, a PiCtUrE sPeAkS a ThOuSaNd wOrDs. iF ii pOsT pIctUrEs, iT's LiKe ii aM pOsTiNg LoTs aNd LoTs Of wOrDs.. LoL..

ShiYeN BeNeDiCt BeNjAmiN JeAn

WhAt iS KiMbErLy tRyiNg tO dO tO XiNTiAn??

LoL.. tHiS iS oNe Of mY fAvOuRiTe PictUrEs.. >_<

ii fOuNd OuT sOmEtHiNg iNtErEsTiNg~

2008-08-15T17:50:00.005+08:00

はははははははははははははははははははは... ii JuSt tYpEd 10 hAhAs.. LOL.. oKaY.. mAiN pOiNt ii wAnT tO sAy: WE, HOMO SAPIANS, SHOULD BE LIGHT GREEN IN COLOUR... wHy?? vErY SimPLe ReAsOn. BeCaUsE, tHe SkY iS bLuE, tHe SuN iS YeLLoW, tHe cLoUdS aRe wHiTe aNd rAiNwAtEr is TrAnSpArEnT.. iF yOu MiX aLL tHeiR cOLoUrS tOgEtHeR, iT WiLL bE LiGhT GrEeN!! RiGhT??
sO, nOw OnLy pLaNtS iS iN tHe cOrReCt CoLoUr.. HOW?? SeRiOuSLy, iF yOu rEaLLy tHiNk, wE rEaLLy rEaLLy rEaLLy ShOuLd bE LiGhT gReEn!! tAtS wAd ii wAnT tO sHaRe..
OhYa, ii aM LaMe iF yOu wAnT tO aSk mE.. ii sPrAiN mY fOoT.. LOLs!! ^^
tO eNd tHiS pOsT, ii aM gOiNg tO GiVe yOu AnOtHeR 10 mOrE hAhAs.. はははははははははははははははははははは... >_<

nOtE: sOmE cOmPuTeRs mAy nOt sEe tHe jApAnEsE wOrDs...

ii HaVe BeEn wOnDeRiNg~

2008-07-27T15:50:00.007+08:00

hMm... ii hAvE bEeN tHiNkiNg: wHy dOeSn't mY bLoG hAs PicTuReS?? LOLS.. mAyBe ii aM jUsT tOo LaZy tO pUt tHeM uP..

sO, ii aM gOiNg tO sHaRe a vErY mEaNiNgFuL PiCtUrE: tHe FiRsT PiCtUrE RaHmAn tOoK fOr uS (ReCrUiTs pErCuSsiOniSt)

wHy... ii LoOk sO sMaLL iN SiZe.. LOLs!

My SiS KiLLeD a BeE~

2008-07-21T22:59:00.003+08:00

ii hAvE nOtHinG tO sAy.. eXcEpT ii aM sO sOrRy, bEe.. bUt sEriOuSLy, iT aSkEd fOr iT.. SuDdEnLy cOmE iNtO mY hSe WiThOut RiNgiNg tHe dOoRbELL.. sO dAm rUdE.. tHeN nEvEr aSk pErMiSsiOn tHeN aTtAcKeD mY hSe LiGhT.. aNd sTiLL SiT On mY hSe fLoOr.. sO iRriTaTiNg!
WiThOuT tHiNkiNg, ii rAn sTrAiGhT iNtO tHe bEdRoOm.. aT LaSt iT wAs KiLLeD bY mY SiS, JaNiCe.. sHe tHe sPaY iNsEcT ChEmiCaL tHiNg.. LOL.. sHe sAy cAn sEe tHe bEe's bLoOd, sO DiSgUsTiNg.. YUCK! >.<

BoReD aT hOmE~

2008-06-04T20:28:00.003+08:00

ii hAvE nOtHiNg tO sAy. LOLs. ii NeEd tO sTaRt pAcKiNg mY bAnDd cAmP tHiNgS. LtR ii WiLL pAcK. tHeN ii sEe iF ii ShOrT Of aNyThiNg. ii hAviNg sOrE tHrOaT, sO iF ii dUn TaLk tO yOu Or iGnOrE yOu, dUn bLaMe mE. OkAyS. tAts iT fOr tOdAy. ii aM sTiLL bUsY WiTh dOiNg nOtHiNg. BYES! ^^

tOdAy wAs fUn~

2008-06-03T22:45:00.003+08:00

AfTeR bAnDd pRaCtiCe tOdAy, BeNjAmiN, RaHmAn, mE, XiN TiAn, ChEoW PhOnG, BeNeDiCt aNd JuStiN wEnT tO yOsHiNoYa (DiD ii sPeLL cOrReCtLy?) tO eAt LuNcH. Wei LuN's GrAnDmOtHeR bOuGhT LuNcH fOr HiM sO hE wEnT hOmE tO eAt LuNcH. ThEn JuStiN, BeNeDiCt aNd BeNjAmiN wEnT hOme aNd tHe rEsT Of uS gO tO pLaZa SiNgApUrA.

We wEnT tO tHe aRcAdE aNd pLaYeD dRuMs aNd gUiTaR. iT wAs fUn. tHeN wE mEeT BeNjAmiN, BeNeDiCt aNd Wei LuN. We tHeN gO NYP wAtCh tHe PeRcUsSiOn EnSeMbLe. tHey aRe dAm PrO. ii aM iNsPiReD bY tHeM aNd ii wAnT tO pUt iN mY bEsT eFfOrTs fOr oUr BaNdD cOnCeRt. ii WiLL tRy mY bEsT tO pLaY L.O.D aS fAsT aS ii CaN.

tAtS aLL tOdAy, ii aM TiReD. HaHaS. NiTeS eVeRyOnE!

ii FiNiShEd mY sCiEnCe hOmEwOrk~

2008-06-02T15:44:00.003+08:00

HAHA. ii jUsT FiNiShEd mY sCiEnCe hOmEwOrK jUst nOw. iT iS tHe FiRsT hOmEwOrk ii hAvE tOuChEd aNd FiNiShEd FrOm tHe sTaRt Of JuNe HoLiDaYs TiLL nOw, fOr hAnDwRiTtEn wOrK.

YeStErDaY ii sLp dAm LaTe. ii WaS dOiNg mY cHiNeSe bLoG jOuRnAL. aT tHe SaMe TiMe, ii wAs ReQuEsTeD tO hELp JaNiCe dO hErs tOo. ShE hAs tO sLp EaRLy cOs sHe hAs TrAcK tOdAy eArLy iN tHe mOrNiNg. WhAt sHe WrOtE On a PiEcE Of PaPeR fOr mE tO tYpE iNtO hEr bLoG wAs PrObAbLy tHe wOrSt cHiNeSe jOuRnAl eVeR sEeN iN mY LiFe TiLL YeStErDay. LOL ^^

ii sTiLL hAvE tAt PiEcE Of 'BrOkEn cHiNeSe' PaPeR WiTh Me. bUt ii dUn tHiNk ii CaN LeT tOo MaNy PpLe sEe hEr jOuRnAL. HAHA. sO bACk tO tHe pOiNt. ii sLp dAm LaTe aNd mY mOm eVeN nAg aT mE.

ii StAyEd uP LaTe aLsO tO FiNd TiS bLoGsKiN. tHaNkS tO mE nOt sLpiNg, ii fOuNd TiS bLoGsKiN. KiNd oF eMo bUt. WHO CARES?! LoL. tAtS aLL fOr tOdAy nOw... BYES ^^

aNyOnE nEeDs InTrOdUcTiOnS~

2008-06-02T14:07:00.007+08:00

PANI FAMILY:
a FaMiLy fOrMeD bY PeRcUsSiOniStS iN GuAnGyAnG sYmPhOniC bAnDd aNd iT iNcLuDeS- RaHmAn (Daddy; MANPANI), Qi XiAn (QIPANI), JuStiN/Zhi JuN (TINPANI), BeNjAmiN (BENPANI), Wei LuN (LUNPANI), JeAnNetTe (JEANPANI), ChEoW PhOnG (PHONGPANI), BeNeDiCt (DICTPANI), XiN TiAn (XINPANI), KiMbErLy (KIMPANI)

SECONDARY TWO EXPRESS TWO (2E2):
mY cLaSs iN GuAnGyAnG sEcOnDaRy sChOoL wHiCh cOnSiStS Of 40 PpLe. ThEy ArE- NeLsOn, HwEe YiN, ChArLeS, JuN JiE, JeAnNetTe, MaTtHaEuS, CLaUdiA, DoRnA, El SuRaYa, EvAnGeLiNe, JeSsA, KeLvEn, KeLLy, JoEL ChUa, JoEL LiM, LeRoY, JuLiNdA, JoSePhiNe, LaDyA, KiReNe, Hui En, HuA Wei, Ju Kai, ShiNg YiNg, Shi MiN, Yu ShUeN, YiRu, WaNg Xu, TiFfAnY, TaUfiQ, ChArLeStOn, Li RoNg, VaNeSsA, InDaH, XiNg Qi, JiA XiN, SaRa, ShAnDy, XiN Hui, JaSmiNe

MY FAMILY (SiNgLe PaReNt, StAy WiTh mOm):
mY PeRsOnAL FaMiLY, WiTh 2 SiStErS, bOtH yOuNgEr tHaN mE, aNd mY mOm- JaNiCe (2nd SiS), JaMeEn (yOuNgEsT SiS) aNd CeCiLiA (mOm)

FRIENDS AND OTHERS:
cHaRiS, JaSeN (OuR bAnDd cOndUcToR), ReBeCcA (bAnDd aDuLt vOLuNtEeR HeLpEr), dEaD mOnkEys (JuYiNg bAnD pErCuSsiOniSt WhO BuLLy RaHmAn)

~InTrOdUcTiOnS ArE dOnE~
(aT LeAsT iNtRo On tHe PpLe tAt ii WiLL TaLk AbOuT.. ii tHiNk)