Done.

"Hey, Sarah. Your Butterfly looks, Complicated (:"
-Ms.SafetyNet.
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I told you, I like the whole metaphor phrase thing.
So coming from you, that somehow got to me.
I Love You, really happy at where we're at (:
'Thursdays are significant. And mixed fruit yogurt, does wonders (;'

Love,
SarahLee.

Going, Goinggg. Gone.

Funny how songs can get stuck in your head just like that.
On the way to school, after performing my daily morning ritual- to bend over, adjust the aircon and then crank up the stereo I heard PussyCatDolls- When I Grow Up come out throught the tiny holes in the car walls where the audio system is.
Rachel bore my wrath of random uttering- "When I Grow Up IWannaBeFamous, IWannaBeAStaarr.." throughout the day, thank goodness she did not bite me.
It's a pretty catch song but when it gets stuck in the tubes of the grey matter inside your skull, it's a little annoying.
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HanWei dropped my bottle all the way from the third floor today.
Ohhhh, MyGawsh.
After I high fived you - *TSKKKK*
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Had a good talk with Mummy today over my lowfat- Cherrychino (:
You don't earn Faith, it's something that grows. And despite the mistakes I make everyday, I guess you don't learn or it isn't that effective until you get salt on the wound.
But then new skin grows, and it turns out all right again.
Years of Growth earn you the courage and Faith to say certain things. The Certainty to say certain things, and they always turn out- beautiful.
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And last but not least, the slightly outdated pictures from Leo Installation.
With the White-Whale-Lookalike-Shirt, and wearing pants for the first time in months, I never wear pants if I can help it. Somehow the cloth clinging to my legs make me feel- bigGER than I already feel.
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HuiYing;
knows that the delete button on my camera is below the 'OK' button. Because she has the same camera as me ;)
HuiYing: Know what, the quality of the camera isn't that good.
(Pauses) Wait, I think that's why our parents gave it to us (;
Yeah, but at least we can take pictures of fishes underwater, yes? (: MeiYi : Omgg, Adulteressss.In the SingSongTone, IvanLimmmm- has the same phone as me. In black (;
Jack, Mr.PickUpLines.
Quote- If you wake up with ants crawling over you, it means you've probably had sweet dreams.
Nic(kkk) Chin. Jasmine, who taps my right shoulder, when she's standing on the left side of me (:
Ms. SafetyNet.
Quote- because Thursdays are, significant (:
This was supposed to be a picture of Germaine and Me, you can see me slightly bared teeth in the background, but Rachel zoomed in front.
It turned out pretty, pretty though (:The Trio after a very long while (: -Germaine and Rachel.Jerrard with his dimples (:
Sarah: Eyhh, YiLin how d'ya get dimples?
YiLin: Uhh, you just poke yourself nonstop in the cheeks.
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ZhuoLi.
Sarah: Eyhh, you're too tall ):And the last picture of the day, the most dangerous one probably too.
Taken when MeiYi was not around and Rachel was slightly distracted ;)
Sarah: Hurryy, they aren't looking ohmygawshhhh.
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Wohkay, going now. Apparently, I have overceeded my connected to Broadband time, so tomorrow I'm not coming into contact with the keyboard.
BooHoo nevertheless, I might be watching ChristianBale in the cinema, so that pretty much makes up for it.
'Taa lovely.
PussyCatDolls, is still running up and down in my brain. In case you were wondering, dang it ):

Getting, Bland.

Yesterday was the 29th of July.
"So, how did your 29th of July go?"
I didn't know exactly what to say and what was exactly running through my mind couldn't seem to be put into words or even pictures.
It was jumping up and down in my mind, briefly but still there. I wasn't exactly going anyewhere but when the timing couldn't be more perfect, I heard a mother call her little girl- Belle.
She was tiny, probably only seven at the most. She was kicking, shouting, and she looked happy.
Strong, Little- but she was happy. It's beautiful how contrasting things turn out not so bad, maybe.
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This star, has been on my hand- redrawn over and over again for two weeks now.
I am either going to have a permanant tatoo, or my hand is going to sprout moss in the shape of a star.
If you were observant, you'd have noticed (:
Yesterday, when I picked up my pen to darken the sides a little, YiLin treid to kill me (yet againn) even attempted to tie my shoelaces together and lock me up with Jack's bicycle lock thing. She failed, thank goodness.
HanWei: Sarahh! If you don't control yourself, this is going to turn, OCD.
We'll just see how long this lasts. Yeah? (:

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Despite your never ending attempts to kill and suffocate me, Happy Belated Birthday Ms. Tan YiLin.
May the fedora now in your hands come in very handy when we go stalking ;)

I'm drawing my stick figures and she has braces this time.
YiLin comes along, anddd;
YiLin: Oh, Sarahh. So now you're bracist huh?
Quote- You know I love you, Slore (:
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Missed the brother quite abit today and found this.
"Hey, Ko. Know I've always wanted to take a picture in an empty parking lot?"

Picture curtesy of, JoelLee.
May you have fun in the eversobeautiful Melbourne, watching Death Cab for Cutie. ILY (:
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A little more sense in the next post, hopefully.
Might finally catch the Dark Knight on Friday. Heath Ledger before he was gone as the Joker, somehow sounds very appealing, don't you think?
Ohh, and Eugene's back (:
'Taa love.

Quote- "Today is still this week." (:

I had another episode, of where I fall asleep in the evening, wake up a little later, get confused with the time (usually 6/7pm gets mixed up with the eversosimiliar 6/7am), and then rush like a wild boar stuck in a fishing net to get ready for- school which evidently does not take place in the evening.
Basically, I fell asleep somehow and got confused with the timing. It's pretty hilarious because I've gotten thissss close to actually putting on my school uniform; I took it out and hung it on my cupboard door and all before I looked at the clock, stopped for a second and then it hit me that yeah- school doesn't take place in the evening. I am, psycho (:
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A caterpillar fell onto my finger somewhere during the week. I was situated in the field and the icky blue from my pinafore must have attracted the equally disgusting invertebrate to somehow find its way onto my pointer finger.
I clenched my finger shut and felt this gooey thing on it, glanced down and saw a green fuzzy slug lookalike and screamed.
I flailed my whole arm and it took approximately two swings till it fell off and landed onto a nearby leaf. How interesting.
For the rest of the day, my finger felt tingly at the spot where it had fell, how interesting.
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It's been way too long Nicole Babe, but I'm really glad I got to talk to you briefly today.
I love the fact that I think, I get what you're trying to say and relating to you doesn't seem as scary as I think, relating to anyone would be.
*Been pretty takingthingsforgranted and I know it, it's hit me. But somehow doing something about it's been stagnant.
Before something gets too complicated, out of hand. Because I'm somehow in the middle, and I don't see how I could be in your place and live it down like with someone acting like this.
*He's been listening, I just haven't been talking that much. Relating, Sharing, Growing. It's like tabloids somehow fade eventually, and something new comes up, something that seems much more 'important'. I said, like. But I know it's definitely not.
Faith, Consequences, Genuinity. All jumbled up right now, but I'm working on untangling the knots, slowly.
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Leo installation was today, I went after much contemplation.
MeiYi: Ohh, Jack's performing for Leo installation. So you better come adulteress. Are you?
Sarah: MM, I don't feel like going but I won't get installed if I don't right? But then again, that shouldn't be my main point of going huhuhuh Jack? ;)
So yeah, I went 'juuuust' to see someone perform thus I expect an additional top up of points and no more stagnancy in the catch phrase department. From 11, to 10 points. Tsk ): HuiYing and Jack performed- Collide and I must say HuiYing (I'm actually waiting for you to pop up in MSN to tell you but since it ain't happening) ; I think you sang reallyreally good and you have an awesome voice (: (:
I either looked like a bleached whale in the oversized white shirt, or TomCruise when he had his whole white shirt and socks thing going on. Eew ): I wore pants for the first time in a very long time and it actually felt a little funny.
Pictures to come soon, though there isn't much other than the faces of me and different homosapiens.
Speaking of pictures, Caspian has arrived. He is an Olympian E420 and I have toyed around with him a little, but I still haven't got right down to figuring him out completely just yet. We'll see how his productivity is, I'm hoping he's worthit (:
'Lucky I'm in love with my best friend', text at 430am was superbly pretty.
Tomorows Sunday and there's a planned outing with the two capable of doing a Scorpion and Handstand lovelies. YiLin want's to kill me and I get goosebumps when she suffocates me at the neck.
Unofficial catch phrase of the week; "Did you know, that the diameter of your hand ..." ;)
'Taa pretty.

S.A.W (:

'School' today, was fun. Maybe because we weren't in school for the whole day- us referring to XinHui, YiLin and me (:
The 'Supposed to be in school by 7:15 am' rule was once again unable to be completed my YiLin and me, so when I arrived, I was greeted by XinHui who was waiting in her Blue tee and Rachel with her purple tee in hand.
Rushing with the rhine of an orange in my mouth, I went to the toilet to change after leaving the bag with XinHui in the canteen, Apparently, she drank a bit of my water and got stares from a certain someone. 'Unseen' things, never go unseen ;)
After changing the garment I was clad in, I rushed out of the 'not stunk up yet' loo and saw YiLin in her green tea, rushed upstairs, flipped opened Seventeen to catch a sight of Mr Speedo and ran back down to be waited for.
Bumping into Rachel, Jasmine, and MeiYi was our good enough luck charm and we were off in an unfamiliar car reading only the juicy text messages, with two Tamil speaking teachers in the front seats and a can of Pedigree dog food on the car floor rolling around beneath my feet. Eew ):
After reaching the designated destination- KDU college, we registered with Mr. BombasticAccent as the S.A.W. 's. He was foreign, hence his slight slip with out group name was forgiven ;)
Mr. BombasticAccent: So, you three are called?
Us: Umm, RubberDuckies (:
Mr. BombasticAccent: Huhh, Donkeys?
Us: Uhh, no RubberDuckies. With an, S :/
This was found to be a tad bit funny for the registration people but ignoring 'em, we walked into the hall, had our own table and then got briefed by another accented man, me and YiLin think he's Scott-ish.
Seeing that PauLing was leaving to the land of awesome haircuts and multicoloured socks, we sent her a three part message to say ByeBye,YouYou and started.
Treasure hunting was pretty fun.
Running up and down was wonderful.
Carrying five mineral water bottles on a tray is not, easy.
These 'swimming' hands have just proven the point that they are covered in adipose tissue. I am detested.
Tuna and Mayonnaise sandwiches are filthy, disgusting.
Quote's YiLin- "We had brainpower, but not enough, manpower.'
After, was nothing much but the main highlight of the day, was walking back all the way from KDU, to school.
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We survived without any mishaps- besides the getting lost for a little part.
Mummy called me;
"You do know, that you guys are wearing your school shirts. So if a police stops you, you better be prepared on what to say."
Apparently, we were spotted by Dansen in his car as three multicoloured girls.
We did Cartwheels, Scorpions and Handstands in alleys.
We ran away from approximately three dogs, two cats and when we spotted a motorcycle- Accelerated and then Decelerated; just to show MrsPhysics who was handing out her Physic test in school that we were keeping her very fondly in our brains.
And to top it all off, we documented our whole return journey back as S.A.W's.
We were supposed to be dropped off at YiLin's, somewhere near school but decided to execute our original plan, to walk back from (Cough) further distance so off the car we jumped at 'a friend's' condominium, muttered a 'Thanks' which luckily did not get any questioning back and made our way as 'Joo-Veeys'.
HandStand.

Scorpian.

Hurkey.

And, le CartWheel.

This is our starter, and a very failed attempt to be happy. (:

So, we begin our journey from the condominium we were not supposed to be dropped off.
Changing our name from, rubberduckies to Joo-Veeys. (:

We wait for "Mr I Have Pedigree Dog Food on the Floor Of My Car' to be out of sight and then we start crossing roads and stepping onto the tar road. Hence, our escape from 'Mr.MouseyMouse' (:

We find a tree and a signboard where YiLin Camouflages- she's in green. And me and XinHui pretend to be flowers, Seeing that we are in unchlorophyll-ish colours.

Then. we get lost in some random park and decide to make our 'In case this is our last speech, you know?', speech.

But, we survive. After finding civilization in the form of multicoloured plastic where little kids play and fall off on.

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So now, I am clad in Rachel's purple shirt, smelly and documenting this.
Till next time, toodleloo.
(:

This, One.

It's eleven forty at night on Friday, and I'm thinking- how just last week it was Cheer.
How just last week, the parents and sister were not around and I had the whole house to run up and down in, all by myself. Only to be shared with Romeo and CheCheJuvy.
Romeo takes complete advantage of running around too, unless I give him zilch attention. He knows out of everyone, I'm the most likely, to give him the least attention- after he has peed in my bathroom a repeated number of times, stolen my socks only to leave me late-er that I already was for school, bitten food of my plate when I answered the doorbell- I think it was a lady's finger, barfed out a lizard after I repeatedly shouted "Romeo, Eew laa.", and also chewed the flesh of my finger. Uhm, ok maybe nearly only- Yes, my dog has some serious teething issues.
Therefore, after jumping up and down my leg for a few minutes and he does not get the amount of attention he initially sets out for, he stops, gives up and begins chewing whatever he can find on the floor.
Back to Friday night. I'm drawing nine of my few favourite females on white cardboard. Painting, Outlining and then finally I fall asleep. I don't know exactly what I'm dreaming about, but I know it's slightly odd, but very relateable to what I've been thinking about throughout the day. Dreams are cool, because they somehow find a way into your head without you knowing, how they get there. Kind of like how water somehow gets into your tap- you know?
Annoyed, Edgy. Yeah, it's the weekend, Friday night to be exact but I'm still not feeling; happy. And the reason for it is unfortunately unknown, Thus, a girl clad in her white tee and pink shorts is left on the sinking green, eight year old chair. Painting, Outlining and then somehow she manages to retreat upstairs to her pink clad bed and falls asleep.
The next morning Mr Sunshine shines on my face and Daddy pulls the pink cotton sheets off my face- possibly to prevent suffocation and tells me it's nine in the morning. My alarm doesn't ring in the morning because I was too bummed to have set it the night before.
"What time did you sleep, Sarah?" Instead of uttering a one syllable word, I stick my hands out from under my sheets and put up a 'four' sign, then pull the pink cotton back over my head. Yeah, the 'four' sign is my path to another half hour of not that sound, nevertheless- sleep.
I'm late, as usual and pre-YEM jitters pay me a visit.
"It's in God's hands already so I guess whatever happens, happens la."
I don't do good when I'm all stressed up, edgy, shrieky and I 'Urghh' alot. The drive to church with Daddy however ain't all that bad and there's very slight confusion about andronopause- or whatever men's version of menopause is. Nevertheless, it is funny and minimizes the menopause, originating from the cereal before ;) I like codethings, don't you?
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*I think spray lacquer is very, fun.
Never trust whoever tells you that- Yeah it's okay to scribble on that piece of (whatever) that easily.
Climbing up the ladder, is surprisingly very thrilling.
Mrs Lifesized and the nine little misses get put up.
*Mrs SafetyNet tell me a few people aren't coming.
I get a text message which I cannot be disappointed at.
I don't get any text messages although I don't know exactly what I'm expecting after I've made a phone call three hours ago.
I have to decide, between a Spicy McChicken or a McChicken. Yes, the meat, is different. And Ronald McDonald is a clown.
But then,
*I remember that it is, in His hands.
I make a phone call, and everything seems to be under control.
I set my eyes on, my Melbourne.
I go with the Spicy McChicken- yeah the notthatfake meat. And after it doesn't turn out that, that scary, Benny comes along and takes a bite out of it. (:
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I see Krystle andMrPrettyYummy and I get to carry the red flag. Not pink, but it's pretty close. The Bestie is my assistant tour guide. Which lowers the need of me screaming ever so often (:
*Our first station is Acceptance and I'm happy. Mrs SafetyNet is there next to the lights and the room is all dark. That maximizes the possibilities of looking down and not seeing anything being bulgy. I see familiar pictures of people from Facebook and I conclude that every single one looks superbly stunning. I've never liked numbers, and the pictures surrounding the entire room look perfectly, perfect. But then I spot TyraBanks, and remember ANTM- is somewhat associated with, beside stunningly gorgeous models who are a size 0, have flawless skin, long wavy hair and a height to die for, photoshop.
*Relationships comes next and there's Castaway screening with TomHanks and his football. Before that though,
"Brian, I gotta go to the toilet, so I need you to hold my flag for a bit yeah?" (:
"Wow, why am I not surprised. ;)"
I conclude that Tom Hank's is most probably delusional and if I were alone on a desert island with a football, I'd probably turn out the same way, either that or I'd be ecstatic with the amount of free space to run around with. Did I mention, an island is surrounded by H20 too?
Mr Surfer Dude's character is, well shallow ;)

Cassie looks really pretty (: And Zoe's clinching belt looks fabulous-ahh.
There's the thin rubberband friendship, and there's the thick rubberband friendship.
The thin one, breaks fast and easily. And even if the thick one snaps, it's going to hurt, after.
*Weak is the New Strong is probably the one which hits reality hard. Because if I did something correct, right, good, or completed a task putting in maximum effort, and achieved nottoobad/ 'I'm happy with it' results, and someone else got credit, or took credit for it? Staying calm, doing the right thing and eventually giving in- would not be easy at all.
Repaying evil, with good and turning the other cheek, is somewhat like attempting to squeeze toothpaste back into the toothpaste tube.
*FreeFalling, doesn't look as easy as it actually is. Because apparently from what I've observed, your knees automatic bend when you fall backwards from a high place, blindfolded.
Trusting in something you don't see isn't a walk in the park, but when you actually get down to taking the courage to do it, the results turn out stunningly beautiful.
while JJ was taking his break because of his apparently 'tired from catching too many people' arms, I told him I wanted to attempt the free falling thing.
"Oh wait, can I choose who I want to catch me? Cause like I think I need to get people who are safe to catch me, kinda thing. You know? :D"
However I doubt that was very much the point and eventually I did not get to try the mini heartflipflop, free falling. Instead, I collapsed at Mummy's feet telling her I was really tired, and the retreated back upstairs to stand next to GermaineTay, singing behind the door.
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That's about it.
Sunday today was funny because my Bahasa Malaysia is apparently pretty ahem- PRO.
Seeing that I can actually reply Richard for a while, we nearly got to having an entire conversation in Malay but I cut it short with the,
"You know what, speaking in Malay has too many syllables. Like see, if you were to say 'Stop' in English, it would be one syllable. But in Malay, it's- BerHenTi. And that's three."
Richard's quote of the day, was "Sudahkah awak menemui kawan kebodohan saya?" Translation- Have you met my stupid friend.
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MerryMarie was my shoes lifesaver today, noone knew. Thus, Operation SaveSarah'sDenimShoe worked out.
Speaking of Operation, Monday is Operation I'llCallYouAtEight ;)
I told you, I like codenames (:
Received a text which went something like;
- Would you rather date someone with BO or BadBreath? ;)
- Lol, I think I'd go with the BadBreath. Cause then I can buy him/her mints (:
I have to wash chlorine off my hair now.
Have a great week lovelies.
'Taa.
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Andd to end it off;
Ms.TanYiLin-

Sarah: Mr Speedo was nowhere in sight. And I nearly got punctured in the ribs by (a little bit of the conversation has to be removed here, for our safety- yeah YiLin?) in a FULL M suit. Head included and after that, she shrieked, 'OOHHH'- no kidding.
YiLin: Lol. You gave her an unintentional orgasm.
Yeah S-Loreeee, 'You know I love you' ;)

A little bit.

I woke up in the morning and somehow managed to put my shirt on backwards, no kidding. I scolded the buttons for being weird and odd, then I realised that- buttons can't talk, and if they could, they would be doing the talking back to me. Viceversa, you know?
LifeHouse rings, and I'm glad it does. Because milli seconds before, I was thinking of picking up the phone and dialing a 10 digit number. Lucky, no Blessed.
I get to school right on the dot, I think. But I don't need to pick up rubbish, seeing that there's a whole line of people who just stepped out of thier cars too. Yay, that minimizes the need to wash my hands, although I still feel a little better if I do.
I bump into MeiYi, and she screams- Adulterous! ; seeing that the long battle with Rachel over HanWei is still going on, and the day I missed school was coincidentally the day he did not come too.
Lol, "Heyyy, MeiYi." :D
It's raining, and I love rain. It's heavy, cooling rain too, which makes it all the more pretty. The boys aren't happy because there's PE, and with the rain, that just cancels the whole allowance of sweaty dirty males in class, after. Hence- the ritual dance they perform while singing, 'Rain, Rain Go Away.'
XinHui is mixing chemicals, when suddenly, it starts to fume and she screeches- It's fumingggg! AHHH ):
I get restless and start playing with the basin tap. There's this odd cloth tied around it, looks a little like it's meant to be there to prevent someone from opening it, but I touch it just the same. Suddenly, water flows out. No biggie right, I mean it is, a tap. But then the water doesn't start flowing despite my turning the handle to close it. Shrieks come from PauLing and me and then it kind of changes to laughter. MeiYi attempts to tie the cloth together again to prevent the water from leaking, and with the help of two more cloths, she finally succeeds. Goooo, MeiYi (:
There's a weird gardener in school, if I'm not mistaken, me and PauLing witnessed an attempt to grab a boys butt. After shrieking, screaming and many OhMyGawshhhhs, I conclude, that my eyes might have been playing tricks on me. Hence, the very disturbing scene, seen.
MrsMoral was mean yet again. I DetestDetestDetest, her. Slightly, VeryVeryVery. My Maths book is not rested uncomfortably on her table. After stabbing my book, drawing evil figures of me stepping on her and writing notsonicestuff at all about her, I have to say- I finally calmed down with Rachel beside me. I still, detestdetestdetest, slightly very though.
Oh, and to answer the many- "Sarah, what happened to your eye? ):"'s
- I was tired, my eye was itchy, and my fingers decided to move repeatedly back and forth causing the fugly red bruise over the eye. Blehh.

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It'd be nice, if you could find your own beautiful. Because I've found mine, and I don't really like sharing, sorry to say.
I like your eyes too, by the way. They're really pretty. And I bet they're just going to get nicer, bigger, better.
This is hard, very hard. I'm terrified, angry- and that just contradicts everything I'm supposed to feel towards you.
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Picture day is tomorrow. As me and YiLin think- While taking pictures, look to the left ;)
Friday might happen (:
I'm going to swim now, Mr Sunshine is out.
'Taa pretty.

AwwOom.

It hasn't been that hectic, yet time has been disappearing and not returning.
Did I mention I like H20? And also that without H20, we would all become pruney, shrivelled and look like a much bigger version of a raisin?
Speaking of raisins, which are actually dried up grapes *note I only found this out, not very long ago, sad to say; the text of the week I have to say was receiving a very random-
"I feel like a queen, I'm just lying around eating grapes." (:
Back to my water story. So when you're thirsty, you drink, no questions ask, you pick up the bottle, put the mouthpiece right next to yours and water quenches your thirst. Sensible, practical, perfectly normal.
But unfortunately, my Moral teacher does not think so. Liquid is flowing down my oesophagus already, when I hear a screeching, "MINUMMM AIRRRR." followed by a stare that pierces right through your pupils through the back of your head, from beady little eyes that you feel like skewering out, sometimes.
Before I know it, I'm walking to the front of the class, putting my pink bottle on the table and when Mrs Moral teacher leaves, I bid my bottle goodbye. It's been the longest I've gone without it, nearly a week now. And all because Mrs Moral teacher has something against drinking water in class. I really, don't see what's so wrong. She wasn't even paying attention, seeing that some foreign homosapien from another class was talking to her, outside class. Geez, you M.
*Note, I also just found out that Homosapien, means human being (: I never knew that, you know?
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I heard a little boy, probably around the age of ten, go S***.
Not being hypocritical or anything, but it's just pretty bewildering seeing it come out so freely.
His parents, were obviously not around. The only thing in sight was a tennis racket and a tennis ball that flew out of the court. Now I know where the word came from.
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That girl in the trishaw, is going to be prettier, smarter, better.
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- Ms LifeSize is done by the way (: And two more posters are off my list, only one more to go for YEM.
- "Daddy, you know I still haven't got my birthday present?"
I've been flipping through the newspapers, spotted a Blackberry and deemed it very pretty indeed. Then, came the sound of the I-Phone (: But I'm still contemplating on that seeing I have pretty round fingers. Caspian's still open though, and it's kind of hard to think I'll be leaving him all alone.
- Cheer was probably the main event of the week. I've pretty much liked the whole pleated skirt, plastered smiles and 'happy' you get when you utter- Cheer. It was good, very loud, uber perky, amusing, slightly unexpected. But good (:
YiLin, Sarah, Rachel.

Ms.SafetyNet, I'm really glad you came along (:

Carrie who was Cheer captain for the ex school, had a stunning costume to match and although I missed her performance by a little bit, (hence the uncontrollable jumping, screaming and hyperventilation, 'Urghhhh's!' witnessed by a certain church member who was in the rush to have a meeting ;) ;) )- did awesome. You still owe me a pompom and we are executing out camwhore plan soon, yes?
Carrie: Aww, I look good when I take pictures with you Sarah (:
Uhh, no Carrie, you look good all the time (:

Got to just love LiLing.
Shrieks- SLEEEEEEEEE!

Kieran.
Executor of -Plan I'll Call at Eight.
Slightly Irish, Slightly Lame, Draws Monkeys.
Sporting a Dynamite Shirt, Boom.

Me and YiLin are walking towards a door when around the corner, Natt pops out and screams- SLEEEE! followed by a massive hug.
Whoah, major shock. But seeing Pokey again was awesome (:
Sarah: *PokesPokesPokes* the shoulder.
Natt: Ehh, aren't I supposed to poke you?

What do you get when you have a crazed fan waving pompoms and screaming deafening- "WHOOOOOOO's" in front of your face consecutively?
A very scared Nick.
Oh, I mean Nickkk.
Three K's (;

YiLin owes me a picture, LiLing too.
I have exactly two more minutes till online time runs out so this is detestable post, really sorry.
Till I'm actually granted enough time online to say sensible enough stuff and I do not have to rush and retype my words over and over again because Mummy is going to pull out the Streamyx plug?
-'Taa Loves.
(:
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-Thank God for FaceBook and LiLing.

Flash.

The pool was pretty tonight.
Gleaming lights and all despite the splashing, yelling and slightlyverystrong Chinese accented words of middle aged not-working-yet adults, mainly consisting of the testosterone species. There were a bunch of slightly rowdy kids which nearly kicked me in the abdomen, I actually muttered a prayer in my head consisting of- "Please don't kick me"'s repeatedly. And it was relieving to realize yet again, that prayer works wonders (:
Was doing the usual pondering, like I said the water was beautiful, and my subject of the night was YEM. I have half of Mrs. Lifesized on my table, painted and the other still in black and white. Three more posters to be done and Saturday is less than 48 hours away.
"I dunno, I mean it feels like I'm just not prioritized enough lately, you know?"
"Yeah, I think we do have alot in common, and it's pretty cool (:"
-somehow, that has been the highlight of my day. 16 years, bad good and just plain necessary. ILY, special.
YEM's two weeks away, and the whole hustle and bustle of making sure the right textured paint, right lines drawn on the white cardboard and right sized hands to symbolized Mrs. Lifesized had kind of been just accumulating in the brain, not clogging, yet not clearing either.
It's been a pretty mix of emotions, the whole size issue and yet hypocrisy felt while doing it. "It's acceptance you're painting this for- what are you thinking?" Honestly? I have no clue. Not even a vague one.
Then there's the thought about how much meaning is left in preparation. The whole point, the whole aim and the whole purpose of it all- at the end of the day, it's supposed to be about, God? The weight of it all just somehow blurs the actual purpose, the aim- the reason YEM is being held.
Evangelism, Reaching out, because of Him.
I don't believe in monsters now despite the whole phase of me having to hide behind my door and make sure all the light were on, before daring to stepping out of my room to go into the parents's room when I was five- after watching a show with mutated sewage monsters. Was pretty crippled by it for a while- a few weeks actually, before the whole candles and coffin phase came (:
*Just so you know, I've had a whole different range of 'OhMyGawsh I am going to die if this happens' moments since young. Paranoia seeped into me very easily, still does actually.
But there was this weird tuggy feeling on my leg then, I thought for a second it was a leg cramp, but somehow; the word 'Legacy' managed to rest itself quite comfortably in my brain.
It could be tomorrow. It could be in the next hour. It could happen in a few seconds. It could happen, right now. I refer to it as 'it' because it's something I don't really know how to describe. But it's been predicted, prophesised. All planned out. And once, 'it' happens, there isn't any turning back. You know?
He's said to come like a thief in the night, without warning- I can't remember the exact verse, but I know it's referring to something similar to that. Very lookalike-ish.
I got goosebumps, mini goosebumps on the huge arm. The slight 'scary' got confused with why I was shaken. Because if there was Faith, I guess being scared should have, if not been there at all- be minimal.
I think what got to me more was somehow- Legacy, People and the brief scenario of Him asking the question at the gate with the book of everything I would have done, have done and then the thoughts in my head being thought- What I could have done.
There were names being replayed over and over in my head. Faces being pictured.
I won't say it was exactly- scary. More; Bewildering.
You know?

Depletion.

I'm still alive. There's a cut on my second toe that's been pestering me for a bit now, but that's just an inch of my week so far.
I really, have no idea what to say- this post is mainly to remind myself that I am still pulsating despite the three YEM posters that have to be done, pile of homework accumulating and I have left to climb.
Still pulsating, but "..not pushing hard enough."
"Tiring, should not be associated with Running, Swimming, Sarah." So she pushes.
The brother has gone back it's going to be a while and hopefully, we'll get acquainted IN Melbourne itself, end of this year.
Nicole's turning 17 soon, I really miss you babe.
Speaking of Nicole and YEM, there was an assignment to draw a lifesized person on a poster. It was a person that's supposed to be different in different aspects. So we cut up the huge cardboard into half and decided on drawing one side a certain person, the other a different. In terms of characteristics and looks.
I chose to theme it; Sa-Cole. Because it's your birthday, it's you, and I miss you Nic (:
She'll be up here soon, I'm keeping her after the event is over. As well as the elephant. And look what I found - (:

Wonder, Worry, Feeling nothing. All two mixes and the confusion of not knowing which choice is the better one.
"I mean, I might not understand fully, but like- you know."
The poster seemed all too familiar. Like dejavu and how instead of seeing someone else in the screen, it was my turn now. But instead of having someone to back me up, it was just yellow lights, rubber rubbings and dissatisfaction.
Lifesized?- Then I would need a much bigger paper. Measuring, and comparing cut a bit.
"Somehow Sarah, it should be much smaller."
She's all sized out, sketched and on the kitchen table. Not in colour- yet.
Morning phonecalls, are pretty, did I mention that before? And this is the 'morning face'. (:
Tooting Narcissism. Hence the punishment of puffy.
Went to the market with the parents- and found Daddy up to this.
Oh, andd;
Daddy comes downstairs and looks a little grim.
Daddy: I've got an announcement to make.
I'm boiling water for my green tea, and stop expecting to hear something pretty important when I get in return-
"A spider bit me." *Does the SpiderMan web thing*
-_______- PPFFTTT.
Yeah, this is nothing short of a waste of time, sorry.
'Taa.

CumbersomeCucumber.

Maybe, waiting was not such a bad idea after all.
The whole; It's better not to know, not to see and just not to even try to think about it- seemed like it was all planned out, there. All you have to do, Sarah is follow it. Because ignorance is sometimes, bliss.
Not knowing, means you don't have to think. And at the same time, not knowing means the unknown replays over and over in your head.
Prettier, Better, Her.
But then again, knowing kind of belays you up, despite the aching rope and trembling fear you first have when you're lifted up from the ground on the knotted-eight string. It kind of shows you that, having to come down again, from what seems like a million storeys high, when in actual fact it's only probably two- isn't as bad as it first appears to be. It might, just might even turn out-thrilling.
I never said it wasn't going to be hard- falling from that high point, trusting the belayer. But I guess eventually, you reach the ground again. And then you fell a bit more, stable? You know how to maneuver your way around the stones, put your feet up against the wall, and ultimately, you learn where are the cracks you can stand in, that will actually support and not let you slip down- just like that.
Prettier, no doubt.
But I guess right now, I'm somewhat happy. Somewhat- secure with certain words. I like, them.
"I guess, Sarah- things that are meant to turn out will turn out. You know?"
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And for today- Jack's awesome catch phrase was;
*Checks label at the back of clothes*- Just as I thought. Made in heaven.
And then, a little more insultingly, yet acceptably catchy to a certain extent;
If you were a booger, I'd pick your first.
Sarah: Uhh, I don't think you're getting a point for that. That borders a little on, insulting ;)
He's up to 10 points now. Gooo, Jack!
RachelHo, makes me laugh.
GermaineTay, hasn't for a while :/
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Texts early in the morning, are really pretty (:
'Taa lovely.

KongKong's.

I've got to run.
My Moral project has to be done all over again.
That's five essays and two writeups on full A4 paper.
That's one more pen inks worth getting scribbled on paper, only to get kept on a shelf in the future.
And that is another finger, to be turned numb.
-I am sooo, excited :)
In a jiffy (or the longest time possible this whole bargaining with Mummy about keeping the internet on, goes) here's the day Kong-Kong unofficially turned 90.
Happy Birthday dearie.
It's pretty clear which are the SLR snapped shots, and the 7.2 megapixeled ones. The sudden urge to get Caspian hit me hard that night, but I kept silent.
Mummy's breathing down my back literally ;) So elaboration has to cease here. Most of it.
In no particular order-
The Birthday Boy, with JoelLee's SLR.

Familia.

The Grandchildren swarming the Grandfather.

Check out Cheryl in the background

The cake.

The ninety sign, which was later on the cake.

The ever supporting God-Mummy.

The siblings. Hmph (:

And to prove that he can take a normal picture minus all the flowery faces,

(... tadaaaa) (:

The girls.

Cheryl.

Yvonne.

The- Three Lee generations (: , and it's going to keep on coming.

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It was fun (:
Despite the poodlelike hair and eye that looked like it got punch until water got rinsed over it, despite black being all hypocritical and not being slim-my and despite the fact that I poke myself quite hard in one ear while trying to stick the gold earing in,
They had fish, the roof was really pretty- especially at night (:, I had no seizure whatsoever in front the crowd; not knowing quite a few of the people there and knowing they were a taad bit older than me and Chinese speaking-ish, might have helped, the family looked gorgeous, I didn't fall down although I was wearing heels and had to rush to the loo several times, and Kong-Kong was happy (:
You can't get the best of everything, but scribbles on a kindergarten kids paper still looks absolutely fantabulous, kind of something like that I guess.
I'm off, someone isn't too happy about the whole Internet thing now- we wonder who? :/
'Taa loves.
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And RachelHoWyeFernn- sad eyes?
See it still got dedicated to you, just a little bit ;) *Inside thing*

And YOUU, just sshhhup. Seriously.