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Let me start by cursing at the mosquito bite on my leg which resembles Australia on the world map in my Geography textbook. Eff and blind. I have mathematically calculated the size of that bite and it was about..

By now, it should be pretty obvious that I have done my revision today. Rarely would this phrase come out from me. So, awesome and marvellous. Woohoo. I missed school today to catch up on my revision. To my astonishment, Shazreen messaged me early in the morning, asking if I would be going to school today. There was a spark of humour when I read her message. Haa. If anyone disagrees that today's weather was broiling, then that person must have lost all senses. Today was like a day on a frying pan. Still, I did my revision. This is my achievement worth mentioning a couple of times here. Hahaha.


Jean! Jean! Jean!

Time to schedule what my life should be.

Fresh blood encircled tonight's full moon, tracing my gaiety, & swirling, akin dusts of a disintegrated carousel.

Basically, today was by far the most meaningful day, having my school uniform on. Rarely would I feel proud of myself when I am wearing our school uniform. Like, who does anyway? So this was what happened. My mom, and I mean by ever so real mom, dropped by my void deck this morning to hand me something. So I got her to walk me to school. Despite of my age now, I really felt like a little girl yearning for my mom to accompany me to school. It has been ages(since kindergarten) since my mom last sent me to school. It was a desire I harboured no one can ever fathom. Having your mom by your side, walking you to school, is a little girl's thing, but it was something I have never experienced when I entered preparatory school. It felt really lovely though the walk lasted for only a couple of minutes. My mom is great, like always. I have never reproached her for leaving me and my brother under my dad's care. She has always been a wonderful mom, cliche yet it is absolutely true to me. She leads her life the way she want, not giving a hoot about what others say. She believes in herself and holds her own set of principles firmly up high. I will never forget how she brought me up. Her comfort is my cure to my pain when I was young. It seemed as though she was my medication. I guess that is what we term as 'mother's love'.

Veer off to what happened next, I was there for the Literature workshop. I shall not elaborate on that because it wasn't any of my day's climax. Right away after the workshop, I met up with Nabilah and we sort of perambulated all the way to Downtown East just to catch a little movie over there. We grabbed a bite at Burger King. Both of us were practically famished. I have a confession to make. I abhor(too strong a word though) Downtown East's theatres. Firstly, it will be mobbed with 'fine' oh teenagers and kids lugging their parents over. Not something within my tolerance though. Next, just in my humble opinion, the concept of the washrooms are of sheer stupidity. Mind me. The counters to purchase tickets and comestibles are just confusing and odd? Everyone should just go there and have a look. Goodness gracious, their services are pretty slow, I must say. Anyway, the theatre for Definitely, Maybe was rather empty. That I reckon, was good. I enjoyed the movie with my dearest Nabilah. The movie itself was fantastic too. Not only the attention was brought to how way love works, it also touched on parent love. I can vividly remember a part when Will Hayes(Ryan Reynolds) told his daughter, Maya(Abigail Breslin), that the happy ending of his relationships and divorce is her. It was certainly a touching moment. It moved my heart. Predictable the film may be, but I just love this show. Gee, catch it!

How should I even begin? This very day, 15 April 2008, a Tuesday, is a sombre yet memorable day. It marks a really important day in my calender of life. To me, it is a milestone event. Today was our last day of CCA.

The climax of the day concentrated in the afternoon. Ain, Siska, Swee Min, Hui Bin, Shazni and I went down for CCA a little later. Mrs Tan returned yet Mr Choo was ill so he was unable to attend today's POP. Such a pity. Initially, my mind was almost entirely filled with pictures, pictures, pictures. All I could really think of was to snap GBs of pictures. Apparently, all of us, Deltas, took pictures after pictures. Anyway, I accidentally scratched Hadi at the corner of his mouth and I really felt bad about it. Sorry!

Dry run was cool as Hanan and I were pretty much flummoxed and Albin Lye Fake Good pretended to know everything. Haa. Hanan relied so much on BM. All of us were really laughing like we have never laughed before, especially Hanan and I. I took the dry run lightly as I thought we would still have another one after the first, but no, time and weather did not permit. So Part Bs returned and Sir Syahiid popped by as he hitched a ride back from HQ. It was a pleasant surprise for Farah and I as we had not seen him for ages! Awesome. Things went on for POP. It may not be really smooth, but it was something great to me. My mood started to discolour. I cried when Ma'ams gave out little army tanks for everyone. They kept mine for the last. I was sincerely touched. It went deep into my heart. They even gave out four certificates to Latifah, BM, Farah and I as a recognition to our efforts. I was moved to gallons of tears. BM and I gave our speech and mine was short and simple. Maizurah is my extension of my love, my passion, my dream. Omairah is BM's. We had a NCC group hug, we was powerful. As a entire unit, we had photos taken. Omairah gave us chocolates and Part Cs even prepared for us cake which would be given tomorrow. It makes a lot of difference. No doubt I am really upset. I miss NCC.

What is Tuesday without my NCC girls?

(Celia Hammond)


I had to drag myself out of my bed this morning, with special gratitude to my father. He, after my heated argument with him, lectured me while I was half-asleep on my bed. He deprived me of my beauty sleep even if it was for thirty-one minutes. Hey, come on, thirty-one minutes is good enough. I prepared myself and headed off to school, my second home (indeed!). I waited for Ma'am Samantha outside the school like a lost sheep, crossing my hooves for a world map to drop from the sky. I crossed my two front hooves and tapped my back hooves, trying to find a sundial on the ground. Ma'am cycled down early in the morning when the sun is barely in the sky (no wonder I couldn't see a sundial!) just to hand me her No. 3 top. I felt touched, awww, and bad at the same time. Thank you sooooo much! BM and I rushed to the councillor round to get me all changed and with my badges all up. Thank you just as much!

Farah and I got a little too exhilarated when the 'Who farted?' guy appeared right before us when she mentioned about him. Speak of the devil, a hot one, for this case. Haa. Both of us just could not stand still at our positions even for eighty-three seconds. We had to look at heads at the parade square, a sea of PDS gentlemen, drop by the band, strolled all around the school and whatever you can think of.

Apparently, Farah and I were dispensable. But there was nothing we could do since the councillors were appointed to their positions as well. Thankfully, Mrs Ang needed our help in the hall. Both of us were sooooo happy about that. It was much better as I could finally speak and not stand there with my arm up, parallel to the ground. Besides, Albin was there too.

Eventually, we had seats so all of us landed our butts on the chair. As soon as Mr Ong concluded his speech, my girls and I rushed to the classroom for our burgers. Such a disappointment, but oh well.. We ate, drank, and went back to the hall.

After we were dismissed, I got rather upset and stuff. It is one of those days, yet again. Thank you Siska, Hui Bin, BM, Shazni, Syafiqah, Mark, Xuan Jie, and Sophix(but of course). Thank you Syafiqah and two of my Sec 1 juniors for a balloon each.

Cheryl, Mahir, Ain, Lahlaay and I went to the airport for Popeye's, again. It was a great time and these beings sure made me better. Mahir left as he had to run. Candy Empire was another spot to hit. Got my stuff and off to my house next while Cheryl returned home. Lahlaay, Ain and I chucked our belongings at my place and we strolled to Pasir Ris Park to cycle although cycling is an alien sport to Jean. On our way there, Hanan called me and I thought he wanted to tell me that he changed his name. Hahaha. But nah, Zuhaili borrowed Hanan's cellphone to call and he did not know the score of the match. Odd, haa.

I have got so much to say, so many beings to thank and apologise to, just give me some time and I shall sort everything out(:

Good morning, Jean! What can be more meaningful than giving yourself a great, effervescent greeting in the morning? While others are in school, burying their heads in books, I am here, planted on my seat. Ironically, I insisted that Nabilah should be in school today. I am sorry, babe. Anyway, Anne just rang me up telling me that Nabilah and Shazreen is absent too. Haa. Anne, we are not in cahoots. Sorry, babe. I messaged Susan in the morning to realise that she did not attend school today as well. So we will be missing Chemistry test. All the better, since I have yet to revise for it. I had a hunch that Desmond would be back in school today, and he returned indeed(:

Apparently, yesterday was peachy, indeed to my interest. Idol, idolise, idolising, what exactly would these be? Fantasies, I defined and elucidated. I live without idolising, that is fine. All that needs my attention is studies. I must try and dedicate my time to my revision.

Oh oh, my blog is actually, finally, surprisingly a year old!

How time flies petrifies me. Sometimes it would be better if time can take a step back for a moment..

I, in the name of Jean, is greatly inspired by Jean's mind. But inspiration means nothing, after all, Jean is Jean, you are you. We were made imperfect because there is someone out there to complement us. Of course, I had a great time with Anne, Syafiqah, Siska, Timothy, Mark and Xuan Jie today, for our CIP, Flag Day. We ultimately parted, off to different locations. So Anne and Timothy, along with me, stood by. Just so you know, for goodness's sake, it was my third time asking for donations.

In any case, on the whole, I enjoyed myself pretty much. Towards the end of my day spent outside, I was with Nabilah. As usual, we headed to the T1 for Popeyes.

Popeyes, I regard him as a legendary figure. How admirable he can be. Problems simply resolved by popping in a tin of spinach which has always been his trademark. If only in reality, problems can be solved in a moment. Then what would worries, stress, pressure be? A source of vitamin or franchises of steroids? A tin of spinach. Yeah, perhaps a poisonous type that would send you to your coffin. For all you may know, maybe an alcoholic one, to let you escape from your misery. Drink your sorrows away. All hail, spinach!

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, COACH DAVEN! Happy NS-ing in SCDF(: