ULP CS1 was okay.
ULP  CS1 was pretty fun.
:D
But we can do better than this right?
CS2, here we come!

Oh gargh... still haven't written the skit.
I can't wait for camp lah...

Eeep. I gave up and put up my tagboard >.<

ULP Contact Session 1 tomorrow. I'm a bundle of nerves XP

I'm writing shit.
None of my essays seem acceptable for the UNICEF magazine.
I think I should change my style.
I'm going to give this my best.

A change came in disguise of revelation
Set his soul on fire
She said she always knew he'd come around
And the decades disappear
Like sinking ships but we persevere
God gives us hope
But we still fear what we don't know
Your mind is poison

Oh no. Script. Script. Script. Script. Script. Script. Script.Script. Script. Script. Script. Script. Script. Script.

ARGH. Parents are so NAGGY!

@*(^#$!*R*(!*#%!(#*!

I'll much rather stay alone.
I would never want to turn out like my mother.

ACS(I) has an open house on the May 27.
There's a Choir and Band concert at VJC from 7.00pm-? on the 3rd of July.

Who wants to follow? :DDDDDDDDDD

OBS and ULP and CAMPS! YAY!x145000000000000

Fear

Hello me. Hello you.
Here's my weekly essay.
Starting from this week.

SA1 Topic=Fear
I got 24/30.
Some words and sentences in the essay might seem 'extra'. Ignore those. I was trying to reach the word minimum of 250. :P Read and comment yeah? The yellow highlights are the edited words.

Fear
         Fear is a lingering emotion within us. It is unavoidable and unexpected. You will never know when you will experience the chilling fingers of fear, clenching your heart, squeezing it with every heartbeat. Unfortunately, I know I feel (felt) it often. I have a ghastly story to tell and until this tale id told, this heart within me burns.
         The setting was a school. My school. The year (date) was nineteen-eighty-nine. I was a student in that school. A farouche person there. I was shy, reclusive and I feared people. Human beings like you and me scared (scare) me. Walking down the hallways sent shivers of fear through me. I felt that I was being watched. That a thousand unblinking eyes were watching me. The eyes of others were (are. I still believe that it's an 'are'!) my prison and their thoughts, my cage. I felt restricted being around people.I felt like they were judging me. Snickering at my clothes, gossiping, laughing at me.I felt the chilling fingers of fear every time I walked down the hallways. It clenched my heart and squeezed hard.
         The fear of humans started when I was eleven. It was a school performance and I was the star and as I stood on stage, facing a thousand and one guests, I forgot my lines. I was jeered and laughed at. My fellow performers mocked me. I could see th mocking in their eyes! Stone walls and iron bars do not make a prison, the eyes of others and their thoughts do. The people who laughed and jeered at (blank) me that day, locked me in a cage and threw away the key. To think that people could be so horrid and unforgiving!
         As you can see, their actions caused a deep fear to take root within me. A fear that will never go away. It lingers. (I forgot) My tale ends here and yet the horrid burning of my heart continues. Alas! I am resigned to my fanatical(I wanted to put fatalistic but it still turned out right in the end) thoughts.
         
         For fate is unavoidable and so is fear. Fear. The lingering emotion within me. The bane of my existence(I don't like this phrase). It will never leave me. 


How is it?
According to Mr Kang, the HOD,

    Accurate Writing that Shows Apt Use of a Range of Vocabulary.

                                                                                                   -Mr Vincent Kang
So what do you all think about this essay?

Quentin and Alice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:D

Internet connection is so laggy D:

Long time no post. Did anyone miss me? :D
I highly doubt it D:

Oh well.

Blame it on my anti-social-ness >.<

I went ice-skating on Sunday~
And then onwards to Plaza Sing.
To that bookshop.
That little second-hand one.
Where I got three books that I really love!
GOSH. HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN SEARCHING FOR THE MAGICIAN BY LEV GROSSMAN.
And I got it for $12.50!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!:D
Yeah.
Bought "The Complete Stories of Evelyn Waugh" and an Oscar Wilde compilation, "Picture of Dorian Gray, the Happy Prince, the Birthday of the Infanta and Lord Arthur Saville's Crime" too.Classic Oscar Wilde's. :D

Reading is the only legal way I can ever get drunk at fifteen.
Reading good books(to me) makes me feel for the characters and actually think. And if a book is too good, it'll leave lingering traces of emotions in me. These emotions fill me up and really, they make me feel quite drunk. I'll be looking at the world through different eyes. Fuck it. The Magician gives me a fucking emotion overload hangover. ARGH.