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Ladies and gentlemen!!

Girls and boys!!

FINALLY!!

We have..

the..

GREAT, WONDERFUL,LOVELY

PHOTOSHOPPED PICTURE (S) !!!!!!!

SUCCESS! WHEEEE!!

Thanks to those people from Deviantart, who have WONDERFUL Photoshop brushes! *Air kisses everyone * So. I downloaded these heart-shaped brushes, and did my layering and all. *its a secret*

So, here is my VERY FIRST SUCCESSFUL PIECE OF ART!

I know la.. no need to tell me. The size damn cacated right. But the damn program i'm using to resize and everything just zonked out on me. Motherfucking program.

Adobe is proving simply no use for resizing photos.

But i did it! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!

So now, i'm abandoning Paint FOREVER! *Mwhehehehehehe*

Today was the MOST HORRIBLE DAY OF THE WEEK SO FAR. Came in this morning, and I saw A COCKROACH (dead , but the feelers were still MOVING! )  Nearly screamed and jumped a step - in the process, I nearly tripped.

I think i'm going to download Photoshop again....

Oh. It's in my Recycle Bin, collecting dust. I'll just revive it again.

KAI YANG! YOU HAVE TO TEACH ME HOW TO USE BRUSHES! *ROAR*

Glue Sniffer. :D

Okay lah, joking only. But teach me hor. :(

Going to work on my brushes!

See ya!

It's nighttime : 2 tugasan harians down, 6 more to go *groans*

4 kerja amals..

Lots of lampiran to do..

Still need to get 1 kerja amal set of pictures..

How the hell am I going to survive in here?!

I'm at BSM - the office, trying to do my kerja amal - but to no avail. Damn. I've still got 7 more tugasans to go! All based on moral values (when I don't have moral values to spare).

God.

I just cant wait till SPM is over.

I'm feeling the damn pressure already.

*Groans*

Today, the school held a talk for Form Threes, Form Fours and us Form Fives. It was about making a change about yourself today.

Well, I certainly never did become a better person after the talk - i'm still the same, Mr. Benjamin.

The talk was held in the air-conditioned auditorium, which still smelt like new wood. I like it.

When the seven of us entered the auditorium, it was already half-packed, the form fivers "priveleged" to sit in front, and the form fours at the back. I took a peek at the V.I.P's who were there. The first : Mr. Chew, these two women who I think were PTA members, a tall, medium-sized bespectacled man, and a short, fat, nearly-bald man who was sitting patiently for the talk to begin.

I thought the tall medium-sized man was the speaker at first.

Mr.Chew stood up and shushed the crowd after all of us were settled down, and then he proceeded with his usual greetings.

"Okay, now lets give a round of applause to Mr. Benjamin, who has come to talk to us today!!" he said, and the hall exploded with applause, waiting anxiously to see which guy was it. The hall erupted in whispers of "Oh my God, he's so fat!" and laughter when the fat short guy stood up and walked on stage, mike in hand.

He talked to us about being a better person, reaching your goals, learning to say NO to the right things (sex, drugs, smoking, et cetera) and then he showed us these African starvation pictures.

And he told some gruesome stories!

Warning : do not proceed unless you've finished eating your dinner/lunch/breakfast.

He said there was this woman who would step on cats until they were practically flat. With six-inch stiletto heels. The funny thing was, she would pet, and hug, and kiss the cat before laying it down and stepping on it.

There was this one particular cat, when she stepped on it, it didn't die, but its neck got wedged in between the heel and the front of the shoe. Then she got angry, and stepped on it again - and the stiletto heel went through the cats eyeball. And the eyeball rolled out.

I can hear you guys going ewww, right now, but it's what he told us. And you could believe our faces when he told us this story about a girl who would kill her father, rip open his ribcage and cut off his beating heart to prove her love for her boyfriend.

So, when the girl was running to her said boyfriend's house to show him the still-beating heart, she stumbled and nearly fell. Then suddenly, the heart began to speak to her. "Be careful, my daughter," the heart said.

When he told us this part of the story, I nearly cried - I mean, the poor bitch actually KILLED her father and CUT OFF HIS HEART. And still the father cared for her even though she killed him!

I don't think it's true, anyway.

But still, touching, right?

Okay, enough, or i'll start crying now.

 But think about what i've just told you.

Need to go!

C-ya!

happy birthday adam!

thx dashia! XD

Today was a nightmare.

I am beginning to hate the Student Counsellor, and the damn thing she has for me because I told her "I have no life, I have no friends, and even though my friends will not join, i still will join."

Hello? Miss. Whatever Your Name is, have you heard of LIES? Yes. All I told you were lies. All the stuff about me being weird and useless when I was in the lower forms were kinda true, when I was in Form 1, but since Form 2, I haven't been the same.

When it came to co-curriculum time, all of us left our bags in 5 Gamma, and walked down to the student counsellor room. Lynette pushed the door open warily, avoiding the counsellor's weird and scary smile.

"Okay, welcome!" she said, in a mock happy voice, ushering us all into the small room. "You all just have to wait loh," she said. I remember now - when she interviewed me to join the Peers Support Club, I remember her explaining stuff to me, always ending with the word loh.

When everyone was in the room, she came out of her adjoining office, and smiled her scary smile at us again. "Welcome, all of you. Um, i've interviewed all of you, and i'm sure that you all are interested loh, but you all know that only 12 people can join, right?" she asked. We all nodded, waiting with bated breath, praying that we wouldn't get picked.

"Okay, so, I will read out the names now loh." I stifled a laugh, clapping a hand over my mouth. "Okay, the names from Form 5 - Crystal Low, Winnie Loh (LOO, YOU IDIOT! LOO!), Queenie... " and the list went on, but only me got picked out of the five of us because of the shit I told her. When I flashed back on my interview, I really wanted to smack myself on the head.

We all departed to grab our bags, and I went, complaining, "I don't want to join! I'm leaving." And when I grabbed my bag, Joan was like, "Eh, counsellor!" and I turned, and she was organizing stuff in the next class, 5 Lambda. I swallowed and went in, dragging Suzanne behind me.

"Uh.." I went up to her, holding my bottle, trying not to laugh as I noticed her bad makeup. "Yes?" she smiled her horrible smile at me again.

"Um, I want to leave the club," I said. "What? You want to leave now?" she asked. She didn't really hear what I said, so I repeated my statement. "I want to leave the club," I said. Her reaction startled me.

She put a hand over her heart, as if the news was so devastating to her, it could give her a heart attack. "What? Why?" she hoarsely asked. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was practically agape with shock. "I'm not interested any more," I spat, staring at her, with what I hoped was an intimidating look, as I was the same height as her. *Advantage. Tee hee *

She shook her head, and after a brief pause, she went, "I shall need an explanation." And I went, "huh?" Then she repeated, "I shall need an explanation." And when I started to explain, she stopped me, and said, "Wait, after the session. Okay?" she said. And I went, "Uh. I've got to go now. Red House march pass." Then her eyes grew even wider, and she went, "Oh! Really?!?!" Like she didn't believe me. And I went, "yeah." And I turned around and walked out.

And Joan went, "You okay or not?" when I walked out. And I went, "Screw her la." Then I walked downstairs. What I didn't realize was that she was RIGHT BEHIND ME WHEN I SAID THAT.

Holy. Shit.

Sometimes, I am SUCH a DOOFUS. :(

You know, I just want to be a powerful blogger someday.

Someone who has nice codes (self made, of course), nice header, nice footer, nice fonts, nice picture editing skills, nice everything - and gee i'd really love to be recognized in a magazine, like Kenny Sia, or even better, Xiaxue, who is sponsored to blog!

I've also realized that Xiaxue is a very powerful blogger - she uses impeccable English, minus the odd ah-beng or chinese words. I'd give anything to exchange my blog with hers :D

Then again, who wouldn't?

She has wonderful pictures - god knows how she does it. I've tried brushes with Photoshop - and my brushes, wherever or however I download them, they suck.

Someone, please please please teach me Photoshop!

I've been looking back on my stories that i'd written out of boredom and saved in my computer over the past three years, and i've just realized something really funny. I don't complete my stories.

I found that I usually leave them hanging where it gets less exciting and I have nothing to write about. For example, girl thinks that she's a loser, girl falls in love with this guy, girl meets up with guy some day on the internet / at a dance / at a party, etc, then the friendship blossoms, then that leads on to the guy declaring his love for her, then the girl gets her first kiss, then..

That's the part where I usually leave it hanging.

In romance stories, I usually don't get further than the couple's first kiss. I have no idea why.

:) Going to get better after the SPM.

:D Can't wait for it to be over!

Tuition in possibly 5 minutes. *winnie groans*

See ya!

Finally, the pictures you guys have been waiting for.. and enduring about a thousand Adam posts. * Winnie applauds her audience, which obviously consists of no one*.

The Penang trip was a fun one - 12 of us in a tiny, cramped van. I, having long legs, (i'm not boasting, but having long legs AND sitting at the cramped back is bloody painful, I tell you) had to endure the whole trip to Penang sitting in that cramped situation.

Curse you front-seaters, for hogging the front and not letting me have the chance to sit in front. Screw you all!

Day 1

I took this when I was feeling bored on the way to Penang :D My butt was hurting bad enough so I could not sleep and hoping that the nearest rest station would ease part of my pain.

Haha. Snapped this random picture of Huai, Eric and Kaisin :D

Cannot sleep lah. Cik Zafrina looks freaky :D

Huai posing for the camera when I asked her to take a picture. Siao sampat.

Haha. Terence looks blur. Dot.

Don't you agree Kai SIn looks damn glam? She does rite! She does she does she does! With those glasses. Kaka.

This place looks totally freaky - saw this on the way to our hotel.

Hua and Kaisin taking a shot on d way to our hotel!

YeeLin and Sylvia's hotel room - theirs had cleaner sheets!! Ours - they were this weird Indian design and smelt like shit. Who knew - maybe they had bloodstains on them that we couldn't see..

Us buying cendol. Chey - still got time to pose for photo!

Us in the swimming pool! Im the one beside Joan on the left.

Lastly - dinnertime! The steamboat / barbecue rocked! Yummy. Hehehe..

Look out for Day 2 update coming soon!