when there's the moon so high in the sky, I wish I could fly~

You have to read from bottom upwards...!

Having a whole lot of fun.

And that's me and my dramatic sis!

Lovely sister. Lovely art.

My brother came by just in time to see her up the stage. He shared the joy. I had to exchange that entrance ticket for our mooncakes.! yum. Anyway, mei mei went to do some colouring and pencil rubbing, and those are the tiger ears still on the tip of her head.

You will be judged on your creativity and the amount of recycled materials used. You can dress your family member as something that has to do with the mooncake festival. You have 10 minutes.. Oh no! Did we sign up for the wrong competition? What is this? Nobody told me I have to dress her up in 10 minutes?! Should I dress her as a rabbit? A tiger?? Ha-ha.. It was rather fun. Thanks to her friends who helped her such that she managed to get the top 3! She is cat-girl alright! reooow`~ I made the ears and her claws, while Samuel made her long stripped tail, and his Mum did her dressing. Gabriella helped with the taping. And oh! How glad I was that this year was the year of the tiger. It all fit in.. ..

then I listened on for the criteria for judging..

About 6-7 hours ago was really a fantastic day in my mei mei's school. We helped her join a Fancy Dress Competition not even knowing the rules. Thinking that it was some "dress up, cat walk and win!", we quickly settled her name in the form. I tasted the tea, met my sister's friends and thought the day was just going to past by. It was time for the competition. Should I get Lorraine to change to her dress? Is there time to change? Then the emcee started announcing the rules. Each contestants will be given a box of recycled materials to dress up a representative of your family. Please check that you have...

What? Say what?

Thank God, I'm still walking close with Him, reading His word. Two more papers to go and I chose to slack today after the routi-ny days of waking up at 5am, dozing off for another hour or two, studying from dawn to night, and in between breaks to lunch, dinner and the toilet. It's quite a chore because meal time comes by so quickly. It's not like secondary school where I can sit in the canteen for hours, maximising my time and having friends there to do homework with or ask questions. Now, it's all about self survival. Remind yourself or you are done for. Get your own practice papers from online. Find the lecturers, cause they won't come bugging you to check your progress individually. And... there is no P.E. in poly! I want to go jogging, I want to run 2.4km like I did. My stamina has gone down the drain. No one to play basketball in SP.. It's no longer like secondary school where I play basketball almost everyday after school. Staying back until 7plus 8plus in the night. I am so going to Swensens. I mean to play basketball now. Chao.!

I just found this.

I can't believe I wrote a poem about my class back then. I've managed to dig it out from the pass memories of our class blog. It was 3E1 and then 4E1, and then it's gone. Different people took different paths. I regretted not creating more havoc back then. Being the perfectionist, I realised how much I've missed as I've always been termed 'the busy girl'. Well I'm still am. really.. Not sure what I'm so busy with and I guessed that's the reason why I miss out that much from peoples' life around me. I guess again, no investments were made. And even now, in poly, it's about the same. Well sometimes I just have to learn that flawless pictures are not necessary the best looking, being lacked a little here and there with all of them together, that's when the picture stands out much better.

This was the poem.

Intro to our BELOVED 3E1 GANG?

3-E-1, the number one,
We must have heard this from everyone.
What's so special? It's so natural
But oh yeah, it's so fun. It's easier said then done.

It's a gang, full of fun
And it won't make us wana run.
Thanks for those of bubbly voice,
Including those who makes roudy noise.

We will always be satisfied,
And if we leave, we would have cried.
Never fear, cause they are here.
With jokers (I mean rockers),
Who'd make us think we're in a circus.

Overall, you're our all in all.
3-E-1, you're the best of all.
Without the pain, you'll never gain
Like a rainbow that appears after a rain.

So put on your best,
As teachers put us to the test.
We'll always be UNITED
NEVER SEPERATED!!

Hope you know our class's specialty!
Like you enjoy those spa-ghe-er~tti.
It may look easy to break a nut,
Just like people who produce those furds.

But be A PART
And we'll never be APART!
Together we work hard,
Without any 'buts'!

Well... It's not some bombastic poem but sure had some thoughts running through it.