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The story of a socially awkward underdog

Today was Methodist Heritage Day (MHD)! Hurray! In short, we went around learning about Methodist churches and schools and at the end there was this mini fun fair with food, drinks and some games. While wearing extremely oversize t-shirts and dragging along our bags and the haversack of food and drinks they gave us.

What was really fun, though, was playing Sweet or Sour on the bus. We waved at random people on the street/cars/buses, and counted the number of people that smiled and waved back. In all, we got about 33 people!! It was cool seeing glum, straight-faced people break out into a grin and wave back at us. And some people's reactions to us were priceless! There was this one ostrich-eyed dude who just stood there, eyes popping out of their sockets, with a ridiculous grin on his face.

We were dismissed early, at 3pm instead of 4pm, so Rach, Keets, Ru and I walked over to Plaza Sing. to shop around.

After walking about aimlessly for awhile, enjoying the air conditioning and delicious aromas of all types of food, Rach and I each bought a cup of peach frozen yoghurt from Yami. Ooh that was good. 

We did more walking and going up and down escalators. Ru and Rach had a 'housewife moment' when they started pointing at kitchen blenders on display and squealing about their prices. Soon after, we went to Daiso and spent our remaining time there. I bought these mini cards with envelopes and the rest bought - er - nothing. But it was nice, just walking around together, talking, feeling relaxed and free.

Then we took the MRT and then Ru's mom gave us a lift home. Ru's mom looks so cool. And young. Her accent is nice too. She's got straight, smooth black hair. She and Ru can pass off as cousins, even sisters! As Keets put it, Ru's mom looks like a "retired model". And yes that's a compliment. (:

I just had a funny thought: Rachel doing a commercial for Yami frozen yoghurt.
(harp glissandos play, vision becomes blurry, and we slip into a daydream)...

Scene: Rachel in full skiing gear, skiing skilfully down a snowy slope. She sails over a ledge in slow-mo and lands gracefully. Coming to a stop, she takes off her skiing headgear (revealing her ponytail tied up in that hair elastic that looks like a telephone cord) and takes a bite out of a cup of Yami frozen yoghurt that somehow just popped into her hand.

Rachel (in her normal low-ish voice): Yami yoghurt helps me to ski like a pro! Yami yoghurt is what a sporty and muscular girl like ME needs. (takes another big bite, flashes a million-dollar smile at the camera). MOW!

To sum it all up, it was a blast. Although it felt more like a pig-out. We stuffed our faces with so much junk food. But this fabulous fun fair only happens once a year, so must as well buy and eat as much as we can! 

For food and drinks, there was Island Cremery ice cream, roti prata, sausages on sticks (yuck, but the little primary peeps liked it), candy floss (in generous servings about the size of your head), pastamania, drinks, pastries, milo, Old Chang Kee, Breeks brownies, Japanese soba with tempura, satay, nachos (Keet's fave), and some other stuff. I can always find negative aspects about the food and drinks at most school events, but the annual fun fair never fails to satisfy.

It was rather disappointing that the gladiator battle wasn't here this year. I guess it was replaced by those animal go-carts and the Harley Davidson motorcycle rides. We wanted to take a spin on a Harley, but the ride was too expensive, about $12. 

Which reminds me, wasn't it hilarious when the principal came riding on one of the motorcycles into the quadrangle during the fun fair opening? And the MC was desperately trying to make us 'hip hip hooray', but we were too busy laughing. Even the primary school, usually full of enthusiasm, didn't really respond to the MC. I couldn't even hear them screaming or cheering very much. It was almost like they were in shock, that their dignified, sophisticated principal was riding on a motorbike and waving at them like some Hollywood celeb.

Hehee, we didn't ride a motorbike but did take the animal go-carts. Ru and I squeezed inside the dog one, Keets got the giraffe all to herself, and Fi and Alicia took the cat. That was really fun, especially using the wheel to swerve to the right and left. Keets faced a lot of obstacles in her path around the Bamboo Courtyard, such as an old man and a couple.

Ah yes, the bouncy castle was great as usual! The exhilaration and adrenaline rush as you jump up and down on airy, bouncy ground, bump down the slide and fall against cushiony walls while music and screams blare in the background...

Another major event: the haunted house. I've never ever planned to go into one, mostly because I'm quite easily scared by gruesome objects. However, I was feeling adventurous today and summoned the courage to give it a go. I will now give a vivid description of what exactly happened in the haunted house, which was called "The Asylum":

When I entered, along with Sammie, Fi, Alicia and others, the room was relatively dark. Stacks and stacks of chairs snaked along the room, making it seem a bit more like a haunted corn maze. Creepy, sinister music played in the background the entire time. There were shredded newspapers all over the floor, and sheets of newspapers covering all the windows so that the blessed light of day couldn't enter. 

A girl in a 'bloodied' lab coat was leading us around the room with a bright yellow glow stick. Almost immediately, girls in all-black clothing start grabbing at our arms and legs and feet, screaming. Others wandered about us like zombies. Some were writhing on the floor in 'pain', and grasped onto our legs, yelling "No! Don't leave me! Noooo!" Everyone around me kept screaming, but I didn't scream much. In fact, I patted the girls on the floor on the head, and gave those following me hi-fives so that they wouldn't touch me. I have to say, though, the whole time I felt rather panicked and those were my emergency measures. We were led to a computer, where we watched a rather scary video, created by the class managing the haunted house. Then, when we turned around, there was a girl wearing a huuuge freaky tribal-like mask. She didn't attack us, though. She just stood there, good as gold. We were eager to get to the exit but there were even more 'asylum patients' grabbing at us and holding onto our legs, determined not to let us out, shrieking "DON'T LEAVE ME!". One even grabbed me round the tummy. We kept struggling against them and finally, made it out. For some reason, I came out laughing my head off. I really have to give it to them though, they did a wonderful job in making it seem like a haunted asylum.

After that, we felt drained from all the frights and screaming, so we went back up to class. Then Mrs Chen came to give us a debrief before dismissing us. 

She also held that little 'prize presentation'... Ru asked if I felt 'victorious' when I went up and received the 'prize' but I think that I felt too surprised and shocked to have any other emotions. I've always thought of myself as plain old Qweeb the Dweeb, with no high expectations of myself. 

Moreover, I felt somewhat awkward and scared because I've never been presented with a prize individually in front of a group of people. And I made that quite obvious by being totally blur up there. I stood in the wrong position, then almost forgot to do the hand-shake! Thank you for the cheering though, and thank you Ru for the congratulatory hug. I'd like to congratulate Fi, who also received a prize!

One more thing I haven't mentioned: today is the last day of school. Doesn't feel like it one bit. Feels like there's going to be school tomorrow, and next week too. I'll miss you guys during the holidays. :'( At least we'll be seeing one another this Sunday, at the Methodist Heritage walk. Well, see you then!

This blog entry is specially dedicated to Annette (sister + friend), Alicia, Ankita, Fiona, Rachel, Ruthra and Samantha.

We laughed together. We talked together. We sang together. We walked together. We smiled together. We cried together(well, not really).

What I'm trying to say is, my secondary 1 school year has been really fun and memorable because of all of you, so a huge thank-you from the bottom(and middle and top) of my heart. Also, thank you for all the times you helped me and lent me your stuff, and gave a listening ear to my worries and woes. You guys are the greatest, most loyal friends anyone could ever ask for, and I feel very blessed to be your friend.

Just a few of the many things I will always remember: hair + poke wars, lazing around and yapping away like aunties, telling each other to sit properly, the piano talent show, predicting one another's future (jobs, cars, etc), and debates about trivial matters such as the pronunciation of words.

I hope our friendships with one another will last through the whole of secondary school (which they unquestionably will) and beyond. Till death do us part! (haha, jk).

And finally, a tribute to all of you! I took quite awhile to find these pictures, so I hope you'll enjoy and get a laugh out of them!: 

(I do not claim ownership of the following images) 
Hardworking Alicia.

Smoove Ruthra.
Mozart's successor, Fiona.

Rachel, the hardcore skier.
Bearer of big purses/bags, Annette.
Ankita enjoying her afternoon tea.

Last but not least...
Samantha and her beloved.
 

This week is the last week of school! 

But no 'yay' or 'hurray' from me, because there's going to be EXTREME STRESS. 

I have to manage the Interdisciplinary Project Work booth with 3 other sec 1s for both days of the Open House, and read my boring unsubstantial speech, for I don't know how many times, to smug know-it-all primary 6's! 

Then, there's my theory exam to prepare for and the Sounds of Hope concert, which is conveniently right after my theory exam. And my dad is flying off to somewhere in the U.S. for a business trip on that day too. =( He promised to go shopping for us though. =D

And somewhere in between this frenzy of events, there's choir practices and piano classes to be squeezed in as well. 

I have nothing to look forward to, except the FUN FAIR! I am so going to do the gladiator battle with Ru, Keets and Fiona! But what's with students from other schools invading in our fun fair every year? It just ruins the MG atmosphere, don't you think? Ohh, but of course we let them come and roam around and take up more spaces in the already super long queues, because more students means more money! Right?? >:o

Ah yes, thinking further ahead, there's also that epic party in November to look forward to! ;)

There's one thing I can thank the exams for. It's for helping me to appreciate typical occurrences which had become not-so-typical during the exam period. 

I usually take them for granted, and even get annoyed at times because they happen so often. However, during the exam period, since I was so occupied, these occurrences no longer happened. I only realise it now, after I've been 'reunited' with these typical occurrences. 

Take for example, my mom's frequent lectures about anything and everything and somehow turning it into a life lesson. After dinner, as she washed the pots and pans and I dried them with a dishcloth, she began lecturing about how important it was to wear gloves while washing the dishes (and this topic ain't new, but I have to admit, although I've heard it time and time again, I still can't bring myself to wriggle my hands into uncomfortable latex gloves). "You don't want to end up like Mum, having all sorts of skin problems," she quipped. 

At this point in time, I would have already tuned out, but instead I thought, Well, this is nice. It's been a long time since I heard one of her lectures. Never would I have thought I'd ever appreciate something like my mom's lectures. But I suppose I did today. Instead of pulling a glum face and grumbling to myself about how she kept lecturing about the same old things, I felt content and somewhat relieved to be hearing them again. I listened rather intently to her, giving an occasional "mhmm" in agreement as I dried plastic tubs, pots and ladles. She finally ended the lecture declaring, "See, everything has a consequence. Even your small actions. Putting on gloves takes one whole minute, but it saves you from a lot of trouble and suffering in the future!"

Guess it is true that we don't know what we've got till it's gone. We should savour the typical things while they last. The obnoxious jokes our dads make, the repetitive lectures from our mums - all those things that we sometimes wish would disappear altogether. Because eventually, they will...

As we all know, yesterday was sport's day. Pretty boring apart from chatting and watching races.

We were rejoicing when it started raining since the Sec 1 inter-class relay race would be cancelled for sure, but after the rain stopped and the track dried up a little, the teachers decided to carry on with it. It was pretty fun, actually. Nerve-racking but fun. There's that terrific burst of adrenaline as you sprint across the track, the feeling of the cold wind breaking against your face, and the anxiousness that you'll slip and fall on the damp track. And hurray, our class got 2nd place! And hurray... we got... cheap chocolate teddy bears as a reward. I'll bet even the bottles of water they gave out to everyone cost more.

After the whole event was over, Keats, me, Ru and Fi took the MRT to a bus interchange. I'm always scared that the MRT/bus will suddenly start moving before I sit down or grab hold onto something and cause me to fall, so I scurried into the MRT like a cat on hot bricks squeaking "Help, help!" under my breath (although I believe Ru heard me) as though I was already falling over.

On the way home in the bus, we finally got to see the condominium where Fi lives. The facade makes it seem like a dreamy little place where all the intellects live and study in tranquility. ;)

Anyway, today as I arrived back at my condominium, I walked pass the BBQ pits where a little American kid was having his birthday party. All the other kids were Chinese. They were gathered around a round patio table on which was a huge white cake with red and blue frosting on top. His friends had just finished bellowing the last sentence of "Happy Birthday to you!". Then, perhaps on instinct, they began bellowing the birthday song again, but in Chinese, as they would at any Chinese Singaporean kid's party. And the poor b-day boy was just looking around at them like "What on EARTH?". I felt quite sorry for the kid, but it's kinda funny now looking back on it.

This is a fictitious story based on a true phenomenon. 

I wasn't feeling very normal today, so I went to the doctor's to see what the problem was.

Feeling extremely nervous, everything seemed more conspicuous than usual as I stepped into the clinic. The anti-bacterial detergent scent was so strong, it practically burned my windpipe. And those posters showing complicated diagrams of the human anatomy that no one ever looks at seemed to jump out at me.

Dr Doowof checked my heart rate, blood pressure, sugar level and cholesterol level. Looking dead serious, he pushed his sliding spectacles back up his sharp Roman nose.

"So, is there anything wrong with me?" I questioned anxiously.

He began scribbling notes in that incoherent font doctors are awfully fond of.

"Well... you're suffering from E.W.S... Quite common, but quite difficult to cure."

I felt the tears coming. "Tell me frankly, doctor. H-how much time have I got left?"

"Oh, no. It's not life threatening. E.W.S. stands for Exam Withdrawal Symptoms. People who suffer from this feel lousily lighthearted, terribly unburdened, hopelessly lazy, dreadfully joyful, disturbingly relaxed -"

"Alright, I get it. So is there any medication I need to take?"

Dr Doowof's eyebrows, which were like bushy growths of wiry grey hairs, plunged down towards his dull hazel eyes, and creases streaked across his forehead. It was as if he were contemplating a great mystery.

"I could recommend some medication to improve your condition, but there are no guarantees. Take one of these stress-inducing tablets twice a day, a half hour before meals."

"These are much too expensive," I answered, shaking my head. "Any other options?"

"You could go for very effective therapy sessions by my old friend Dug, a renowned therapist. For your age, it'll just be... $260 per session."

I nearly had a heart failure. "Absolutely not. Surely there is something else I can do that isn't as costly!"

"Mmm, yes. Go on a diet of ginseng, gooseberries, chamomile tea with essence of coconut..." His voice trailed off as he realised that I was shaking my head vigorously.

"Please, doctor. I really need a treatment that is affordable for me."

I squirmed in my chair as he thought for a minute, stroking a non-existent beard. At last he broke his silence.

"Ah, yes. You could try this rather unconventional treatment: Rest well, keep warm, and drink plenty of fluids."

I stared at him, dumbfounded, but before I could say anything he added cheerfully, "So you won't be needing any medication, but there's still the consultation fee. Let's see... $70 please."

"What? I need to give you 70 bucks for telling me that I just need to sleep and drink water?"

"No no no, that's not the way it works!" he chuckled as my face flushed red with indignation. "$10 for diagnosis, and $15 for each treatment I suggested to you. That's how it is here in Singapore. Everything's got a price, eh? Am I right?"

I paid and stormed out of the clinic, vowing to study overseas.

Welcome to the first episode of the Series of Unfortunate Teen Events. In this series, I'll be narrating all kinds of unfortunate problems and situations I face as a teen, melodramatic style. Which means, some parts of it may be exaggerated, but the message and feelings are true. So let's get right to it, shall we?

The Series of Teen Misfortunes - Episode 1: Treat Me Like a Teen!

Now as all of you probably remember, I was mostly dreading my 13th birthday. I didn't really want to become a teenager, and say good-bye to my precious childhood.

However, on the morning of my 13th birthday, as I clambered out of bed, I realised that I had this suppressed happiness within me. I knew that once I became a teenager, my family and relatives wouldn't treat me like a child anymore. I would be treated with respect, like a grown-up. It was the dawn of a new era in my life.

"Moooooooorning, sweetie! Happy happy birthday! Ooooh my little girl is growing up, isn't she! Who's a big girl!" My mom gushed as I drowsily flopped down at the breakfast table. My dad wasn't any better, beaming at me like I had just learned to walk and talking to me with a toothy grin. Being treated like a proper teenager was going to be harder than I thought. But I had to keep my hopes up. Perhaps mom and dad were the only ones who was going to act like this way...

"Your grandmother got you a gift, birthday girl!" My dad chirped as he arrived home from work, a huge plastic bag in hand. I eagerly took the bag and opened it up, expecting to find a new bag, or clothes.

I screamed. My gift was staring at me. With big, haunting, glassy eyes. It was a... a....


A HIDEOUS STUFFED SQUIRREL!


I couldn't believe my eyes. Surely I wouldn't have minded this present had I been 9 years younger. But how, just HOW, could someone give a teenager a stuffed animal, complete with huge freaky eyes? All was lost. My dreams of being treated like a teenager, as I rightfully should be, were shattered.

As I calmed down, I decided not to despair. This was, after all, just the first day of my teenagehood. My family & relatives were just going through a stage, a stage where they haven't quite grasped the concept of me being a teenager. Now, 5 months later, the situation hasn't improved much. How much longer they will take to get out of this stage, I do not know...


Note: Remember, this series is in a melodramatic style. I'm not actually the drama queen I seem to be when I write this series. (:

As youths, we don't have to work, or run a family, or be bothered about the stock market and current affairs, or have the burden of earning money to survive.

Even so, being a youth is not easy. It's a time of ups and downs, and being full of self-consciousness and hormones and sensitivity, things can really get us down. And if we don't know what to do, or how to hold ourselves together, we'll just hit rock bottom. Why? Because we're youths. We're inexperienced, and don't know how to solve problems the right way. When we're faced with hardships and defeats, we usually just give up because we just can't take it.

And that's not all. We're under immense pressure from our families, peers, and not to mention ourselves. Mainly because we want to please people. We want to please our parents by doing well in school, we want to be accepted by everyone and have plenty of friends, we want to be at the top of everything to feel good about ourselves. If we're unable to achieve these things, we feel like a failure.

By the time we reach adulthood, however, these things won't bother us anymore. Why? Because by then, we'd have gone through a handful of unpleasant situations and learned a lesson or two the hard way. The hardships we went through during our youth would have chiseled us into a tough, hard rock, and we can face our adulthood with maturity and resilience.

So, you get my drift. Youths don't have life easy, because going through teenagehood is like going through grueling training before a huge tournament. We are stretched, torn, run down, overwhelmed. But it'll all work out for the better. The more we learn, the better we'll be. So take each problem and set-back you face into perspective, and remember that it's a life-long lesson in disguise. 


I know this is a little awkward to read... it's not my usual style. I don't even feel like my normal self as I'm writing this... Must be the asparagus overdose from lunch. :)

Yes, painfully carefree, that's what we were. We knew we were supposed to be studying to make full use of our 1hr 20 min free period, but we were just too carefree and relaxed. Finally Ruthra suggested that we study one chapter of History, then take a break and chat and what not, then study another chapter. Everyone agreed enthusiastically, but within 1 minute we were chatting and laughing again. 

I felt remorseful that I felt so carefree, especially since the exams are in 3 days... But it was a real blast, we shared hilarious stories and had heated discussions about Twilight and Harry Potter. xD Sigh. There's one part of me going, "Relax, it was just a de-stressing session! And you needed it!" but the other part of me says "How COULD you? You ought to be ashamed, Missy. The exams are in a matter of double-digit hours and here you are goofing off!!"

Ooh yes, and Ruthra, Ankita and I introduced GLEE songs to Fiona during IT lesson! Out of the whole array of songs we showed her, she only liked Defying Gravity and Don't Rain on My Parade. o_o Well, it's better than nothing!

I'm off to read the last two chapters of the History textbook. Once that's done I would have read the entire textbook twice through. :) Somehow I still feel ill-prepared. Anyway, exams begin in 3 days but they end in 9 days! Then after that... pure bliss and being comfortably carefree.

Although the End of Year Exams are in just 5 days, and being me I should be tearing my hair out by now, I feel somewhat peaceful. I just know I'll make it through, no matter how impossible it is to read my entire geography textbook and history textbook and literature book in 2-3 days.

And thank God a huge burden has been taken off my back right before the exams. Well, a few burdens actually. For one, my horrible eczema which has been bothering me for days has practically healed. I can't imagine trying to do an exam paper with "itchy itchy scratchy scratchy". ;) As for the other burden, I won't be addressing it.

So I guess it's time to hit the books. All the best with your studying!

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