ONE WEEK till PSLE

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!
Tmr we're celebrating Childrens' day!

OOoooooo I wonder what everyone is going to turn up in. After much debating over da fone me and Joey pretty much decided on what we're gonna wear. Just casual jeans and a shirt. DL's also going casual. And Arvin's going NOTHING!! hahaha

They allowed us this year to wear wateva we like and I'm positively buzzing with excitement.

Remember the rules:

Home clothes allowed and shoes too, but no slippers.
School rules still apply so tie up your hair girls




EXCITED!!




I wish everyone who is going for the party a good party you people earned it i guess.
I seriously wonder what you people are going to do there.. During that half an hour.
Kinda sad that only a fraction of the pupils could go

(my grammar in this post is horrible but I am too lazy to correct it)




Oh yeah to all 6gians plz look at the science PSLE booklet specimen paper and turn to part two question 40. If i am correct, question 40a and 40b are problematic. The water treatment plant is placed at the perfectly right spot. It is not over the water, not in the middle of the river and it is downstream of all the pollutants. Am i right?

See everyone tomorrow and get a good night's sleep. Especially Arvin.

List of favourite word I can think of in five minutes

*warming up*
*warming up*
*warming up*
*still warming up*
*warming up again...*

START!

imagination
curl
warm
warmth
dinosoar
elephant
jumpy
enjergy
care
enchant
enchantress
prince
princess
love
ribbon
knot
brid
song
sweet
charming
phantom
marvel
marvellous
imagine(or wait.. didn't i already mention that?)
color
rainbow
fairy
mushroom
dance
light
feather
rain
wings
holidaysssss
free
unbound
laugh
laugfhter
toadstool
string
listen
understand
swift
silk
melancholy
beach
sun
star
moon
voice
whisper
voilet
purple
orange
friend
link
ship
wind
soar
think
protect
wrap
eyes
smile
story
joy
GLEEEEEEE
courage
droplet
water
pure
whole
meaning


TIMES UP

I'm not going to correct the spelling mistakes so you can see how badly i type when under stress

Racing against time

Due to complaints i have changed the font of this blog. Just be happy that I didn't decrease the size.

Lots of us are working super hard because we got a really short time span till the big exam.

Oh hahaha last Wednesday was uber funny.
hold the book one metre away from your body
Triangles with common height can be tricky.


While the class is getting jumpier and more hyper every hour, the teachers are getting more bad tempered every minute.
True that we are a bit overboard though.

I just wish they'll give us less revision papers.



Oooo marching gloves!
:D
(sorry there was just a pair of them here)
I've tried them on and they don't fit..well...at all...
Maybe next time. but there may be no next time.. *sigh*
Lets just say i want a pair to remind me of the commands. :D




Okay time is almost up I'm going to quit this typing and sign off. Bye!

this blog post should really have a title.

My father's hands were rough and exceedingly strong. He could draw and saw a square with quick accuracy but what i remembered most was the special warmth from those hands soaking through my shirt as he took me by the shoulder on our evening walks. They were good hands that served him well and failed him in one thing: they never learnt to write. The number of illiterates in the country has steadily declined but if there were only one, i would be saddened, remembering my father and the pain he endured because his hands never learnt to write. When he started school, the remedy for a wrong answer was ten ruler stokes across a stretched palm. For some reason, shapes, figures and recitations just did not fall into the right pattern inside his six-year-old head. Maybe he suffered from some type of learning handicap such as dyslexia. His father took him out after several months and set him to a man's job on the farm.

Years later, his wife, would try to teach him to read. Still later, i would grasp his big fist between my small hands and awkwardly help him trace the letters of his name. He submitted to the ordeal but soon grew restless. Flexing his fingers and kneading his palms, he would eventually declare that he had had enough and would depart for a long, solitary walk. Finally, one night when he thought no one saw, he slipped away with his son's second-grade reader and laboured over the words, until they became too difficult. He pressed his forehead into the pages and wept. From farm to road-building and later factory work, his hands served him well. His mind was keen, his will to work, unsurpassed. His enthusiasm and efficiency brought an offer too become a foreman, until he was handed the qualification test.

It has always been hard for him to stand before a man and make an 'X' mark for his name but the hardest moment of all was when he placed 'his mark' by the name someone else had written for him and saw another man walk away with the title deed to his beloved farm. When it was over, he stood before the window and slowly turned the pen he still held in his hands, gazing, unseeing, down the mountainside. i went out to the barn that afternoon and wept for a long, long time.

Eventually he found a cotton-mill job and we moved into a millhouse. He never quite adjusted to town life. His eyes faded and the skin across his cheekbones became a little slack. However, his hands kept their strength and their warmth soaked through when he would sit me on his lap and ask that I read to him. He took great pride in my reading and would listen for hours as i struggled through the awkward phrases. When Mother left once for a weekend to visit her sister, Dad went to the store and returned with food for dinner. After the meal he said that he had a surprise for dessert and went out to the kitchen where could hear him opening a can. Then everything was quiet. i went to the doorway and saw him standing before the sink with an open can in his hand."The picture looked just like pears," he mumbled. He walked out and sat on the back steps and I knew he had been embarrassed before his son. The can read 'Whole White Potatoes'.

adapted from My Father's Hands by Calvin Worthington

Diving is an individual sport. With each win you get more lonely.

Today was like the most boring day i've ever had.

Even the texts they played on the CD were boring.

They were like extra strict with the do-not-open-your-mouth-to-talk thing i guess most of us listened. It seemed pretty quiet.

I'm so glad its over. It was so boring. I think we spent like 3 hours of the total 5 hours waiting for the green light(s)
We had a really long break almost one hour.
Then I found out from the drinks store people that every year when there was PSLE listening comprehension exam, it would always rain heavily. And it did. :O
EVERY YEAR. :O

:O

:O

:O


Kay Yi Lin. you totally boarded yourself in at the break. i know you were open to any conversation but no one is going to approach any one who boards herself in like that. Kay?

argh I've got a song stuck in my head.

Two songs actually.


I seriously wonder why i was so worked up over listening yesterday. Its so easy.


Argh now I've added a neice in law to the 6g family tree. Amanda .. something..


Bye gtg

Some bugs just don't have the brains.

Today was fine.

in the middle of the mock chinese listening exam we had this lil-no.. BIG bug about the size of your pinkie nail...

It landed on Luke's arm who then swiped it away.

Then it landed on Mathias' chair leg and he banged on his chair and it flew off on to the floor.

Then Luke prodded it with his pen and fly onto my chair leg and i prodded it with my pen so it flew to Jessica's chair leg.

Then i prodded it again and it crawled onto the floor.

Then Luke borrowed a set square from Wee Shaun and Jessica squashed it.

but that's not the end.

When we were walking up the stairs to the classroom(the boys hadn't gotten rid of the bug yet)
Ezra tried to scare Shaun Hay by swinging it at him but the bug fell off.

THAT'S the end.

:D

:D

:D

:D


I cant think of anything else....



Oh yeah....






mindless frivolous banter

Holidaaaaaaaays!

"6G was AWESOME!"

:D

Ermm i hope all of my classmates are done with the word scramble cos it takes quite a short while if you really know how to do it. (A lot of people cheated) They use the web larh


I suddenly got a flood of blog updates. Or maybe its just because i haven't touched the computer in like.. three days?

remember to do your homework.

Oh yes! Me and Elisabeth can go for the graduation party and the Cambodia trip! We won't miss anything! Or maybe we will, but just a bit.

I'm so going to miss my friends.

In fact, i already do.


I've got so much homework...


I'm out of things to write.







Argh argh argh!
Why can't i think of anything to write??!!

Ok.. since i can't think of anything to type, I'm going to sign off. Bye