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I had to act tough, that's what I told myself...
Hmm...but I don't understand sometimes, but it's kinda funny don't you think?
First of all you want me to stick around you and the next you tell me it irritates you?

Eg: 
before, i say, nvm mar sms less nia lur; he says dun wan
after, he says, ur sms irritates me

Whoa~ I didn't realize that sorry...
Okay, I'm good at changing attitude, I've used to all the time anyway^^
As long as everyone's happy I'm okay with it~
I'm not that strong I knew, I wanted somebody I understand...
But sometimes relying on myself doesn't seem so bad, that's what I think...
I'm not a good girl I knew, people can't accept me for myself so I've changed...
Who knows which is the real me?
I'm confused myself too~
I've covered myself with a shield and I've melted with it, and now it's a part of me...
That has become my habit, that has turned to be my character...
Just say out loud what you feel uneasy about me and I'm willing to change...
I can't be my own self cause' I knew it's not easy...

I don't know why I can't control myself...

just don't feel good...jee...i'm nuts

大家都在拼命读书呢

我呢

不知道如何是好……

连我哥都在尽心尽力帮忙

可对象不是我……

或许他觉得没必要

或许在他心目中我太完美

可每个人都有缺陷不是吗

我一直一直一直想要的

总是事与愿违的得不到

一直以为没关系

这是我们的关系

是兄妹

非兄妹

一直以为无所谓

但是原来我也会

会羡慕

会嫉妒

"Wake up, darling." I felt mom shaking me, and I tossed over to look at her. "Wake up, now, it's your first day to school, and we don't want to be late, com'on!" said mom in a tender voice. After seeing me sitting up, she left the room.

I yawned a bit and rubbed my eyes, I looked around to see my bright, lighted room. I jumped off the bed and went to the window, it was still quite dark outside, the clock was showing itself with the time of 6 o'clock in the morning. How early it was.

I undressed myself and washed my face. The school uniform mom ironed another day hanged on the shelf. I took it and popped myself into it. Mom was just in time to see me all dressed and she lead me to the dressing table to tie up my hair.

"Now here's a little girl, all grown up." said mom, I looked at the mirror and smiled to myself. Mom braided my hair beautifully, and I was glad. "Mama, why must I tie up my hair?" I asked, " Well, you'll look more neat and cute, that's why." she answered. I nodded my head and let my mouth grow even wider.

Mom made me toast, egg and bacon for breakfast. I had some milk too! After that, she took my new school bag and made me buckle up my new white shoes. I looked at the mirror once more, seeing myself all neat and clean, then followed mom out the door.

It was only a stone throw distance to school from my house, so mom walked me there. It was still dark as it is only 6:45a.m., mom told me it'll turned bright as soon as the sun comes up. I saw many others walking to school too. Compared to them, my bag feels even lighter. "Mom, am I going to read a lot of books in school?" "Of course, darling." "Great! I love reading!'

The doorway seems to be crowded when we reached the school. There were a lot of cars, motorcycles, bicycles and even school buses. I've been here a few days ago, and had explored the school. It was newly built and very spacious indeed.

We went to the hall and mom asked me to line up myself in one of the rows that wrote "1B". Mom told me that was going to be my class. I sat at the last of the line and looked around, hoping to find someone I know. Finally, I saw Amy waving at me in the front. Seems like we were in the same class!

The ceremony starts, it was to welcome us, the new-comers. There were introductions of the school, probably for the parents and also introductions of the principle and the teachers. It was quite boring, but my nervousness cut down to be an exciting one, for we were going to our class, finally!

We were made to line up again, this time, according to our heights. I was in the middle of the line, and so was Amy! We felt happy when we met and hugged each other. Then, we followed the line back to our class.

The class looked clean and neat, with rows of chairs and desk. There was a larger table in the front and a blackboard too! There were also shelves and lockers, that was what mom told me what it was.

We were seated in rows, a desk and a chair each. The teacher, named Danny Woo was going to be our form teacher, I didn't know what was that going to mean but whatever! We are allowed to look around the class and explore our lockers. There were books on the shelves and also pencils and erasers.

Teacher Danny said that we are allowed to keep our books in the locker, but food are not allowed. We were asked to be seated and then, books are passed down from the front to the back. New books! How great it felt holding new books. However, Teacher Danny said it was to borrow us and we need to return in the year end.

Oh, bother! I thought it was for us. By the time we got all out books. I didn't seem to realize mom was no longer by my side. I was surrounded with new friends and new books and I was no longer lonely. After a while, Teacher Danny went out of the classroom and another teacher came in.

She introduced herself as Madam Jenny, and she was to teach us Mathematics. She gave us some exercise on the blackboard and said it was just a warm up. She encouraged us to raise our hands and give our best answer. I got three corrects and I really had a lot of fun.

There were teachers coming in and out of the class, Teacher Kim, Sir Khoo, Madam Diana and so. Then, it was recess time. Mom appeared in the canteen with breakfast. "Breakfast again?" I asked. "Yes, of course, to fill up your mind, darling." She made me eat those sandwiches she prepared and also orange juice. I didn't mind eating more because I didn't realized how hungry I felt.

The bell rang and it was time to go, Mom promised she'll be here to meet me when school ends. I went back to the class and get seated. There were more teachers coming in the class, some did some teaching but some did not. Instead, they let us play a game.

By the end of the last lesson, we were asked to pack up our school bags and line up in the corridor. When the bell rang, we thanked our teacher and rushed to the doorway. My school bag was heavy by that time, thinking of all those new books, I didn't care to bother.

"Hi, darling! How was school?" "Great mama! I want to come again tomorrow." "Of course darling, com'on, let's go home, lunch's waiting." "Alright." I said and grabbing mom's hand we walked back home.

It was such an experience for my first day in school. I was happy and I hope happy moments last while I'm still studying.

(1039 words)

Comment: Almost flawless! Good. 43/50, grade B

I don't understand why, but when I go for a stay at my Grandma's house, I always wake up earlier. I toss to the other side of the bed, feeling the cool air that slide through the windows. I sit up without a second though. Ah, it's morning.

Walking along the corridor, room to room, barefooted, and I climb down the staircase to the kitchen. It's bright alright, but not as shiny as the afternoon. I look into the mirror and greet myself:"Good Morning!" Standing in the bathroom, I start brushing my teeth, replacing the night breath with freshness.

I walk out from the bathroom and look for the sight of the grandfather's clock. Half past seven, nice timing. Out of the house, Grandma is already watering the flowers in the garden. The blossoms of the cactus bloom with bees humming around it. There is a wetness in the air, but a leafy smell and a sweet scent of the flowers floats in the air.

The old bike stands by the gate, a bit rusty but functions well. I climb onto it and start cycling around the garden. The Rambutan Tree stands tall with only leaves but no fruits. It is not it's season after all, but birds are building nest on it, settling themselves with a home sweet home. They chirp and they hop, searching for food and for sticks to fill their tummy and to build their nest.

Around the garden, I see spiderwebs with insects and morning dews clinging on them. Bravo! Good job, spiders! The nice pattern of the webs amaze me, especially when this is a misty morning indeed. The wind blows gently in the morning, I think it is to take good care of the jobs of the spiders. I bet they started the making of the webs when everyone was still sleeping.

There are no cars in the village, no honking or shouting in the early morning. Buses don't rustle, only bikes ringing and dogs barking. Ah, now I hear the roosters' greetings. What a wonderful voice, a high pitch that I can't reach, a song in the morning. Hens chuckle and chicks chirp, ducks quacking on the surface of the pond. This is a song to start the early morning, and this is my favourite song indeed.

I park the old bike back at the gate, a warm smell adores me. Time for breakfast! The slow ride didn't make me sweat, but it sure let my tummy rumbles. I wash my hands and sit waitingly on the chair while Grandma serves breakfast. Egg, bacon, sausage and bread. A normal breakfast to start a whole day. What makes it so special is the coolness of the air and the brightness of the day.

I enjoy breakfast without the lights and fans turn on, neither the radio nor the television. There is nature to replace these gadgets. What is more to ask for, when living in a village is such an enjoyment? 

(498 words)

Comment : Good. 40/50

哈哈！教我堂弟绕口令！顺便在这里写写……

先是SHE的中国话：

扁担宽  板凳长
扁担想绑在板凳上
板凳不让扁担绑在板凳上
扁担偏要绑在板凳上
板凳偏偏不让扁担绑在那板凳上
到底是扁担宽  还是板凳长

哥哥弟弟坡前坐，
坡上卧着一只鹅，
坡下流着一 条河，
哥哥说：宽宽的河，
弟弟说：白白的鹅。
鹅要过河，
河要渡鹅。
不知是鹅过河，
还是河渡鹅。

有个小孩叫小杜，
上街打醋又买布。
买了布，打了醋，
回头看见鹰抓兔。
放下布，搁下醋，
上前去追鹰和兔，
飞了鹰，跑了兔。
洒了醋，湿了布。

九月九，九个酒鬼去喝酒。
　　九个酒杯九杯酒，
　　九个酒鬼喝九口。
　　喝罢九口酒，
　　又倒九杯酒。
　　九个酒鬼端起酒，
　　咕咚咕咚又九口。
　　九杯酒，酒九口，
　　喝得九个酒鬼醉了酒。

四是四  十是十
十四是十四
四十是四十

我堂弟才七岁，所以找的是简单的，呵！

不懂做么

就是不喜欢

他人说

我可爱

我是美女

坦白说

我是吗？

一点也不觉得

我妈说

我一点也不好看

不过打扮打扮

就可以了

我天生就是那么的普通

我天生就不美丽

我没有很好的身材

甚至可以说

我飞机场

我没有好看的脸蛋

甚至可以说

我一点也不好看

可是为什么人们总是不相信

我没有

也不敢？

是我敏感

还是渴望

爱情离我太远

我不敢奢望

我不是美女

所以没有选择

我不可爱

因为没有人见人爱

没有人追求我

有那么稀奇吗？

没有人愿意跟我交往

是不好的吗？

为什么我的单身

令你那么困扰了？

我不敢奢望

也不敢期望

有一天

有人会对我说

“我喜欢你！”

I don't mind being a CDK, what's wrong with it? People thought I'm a PCGHS, but I told them I am A CDK! So what? It doesn't mean that being a CDK, we are to look down at. Grr...I don't care if people look down at me, cuz' they just don't know WHO AM I!

WHY people think I'm a PCGHS? B'cuz I don't look like a CDK. So? That means it's not your school that build up your image, it's you yourself! Those people are stupid enough to think that PCGHS and CLHS are the best. They are proud to study in that school but not of themselves. People say they are good just b'cuz of the school they study, BUT ARE THEY REALLY GOOD?

Com'on, look on the bright side, when you leave Penang, nobody knows what's a PCGHS and a CDK. They might thought they are the best, but just in the state? Com'on, this is what we should really laugh at. If you really do have the guts, nobody even cares where you study, people just wanna know WHO YOU ARE!

我是如何从局内人变局外人的？应该只有少数人知情。如今我的离开，已成了过去，而现在，我用局外人的角度来看待这件事，其实，内心还是有点不舒服的……毕竟，以前是我掌握住的，在被逼放弃以后，心里头还是留下点点痕迹。重新以一个角度来看事情，我不懂，为什么他人可以轻易地以他们的角度来批评？为什么坚持下去的理由被人歧视？为什么就连曾经那么兴致勃勃的人会选择放弃？我不懂，是我的不应该吗？还是，只因为我没有解释我离开的理由？

我的热爱，就在那么一刹那，化为乌有。我曾经的努力，被人看作敷衍，我所付出的，被人当作应该。但我还是觉得，没关系，因为，对得起自己、因为，我喜欢、因为，我感兴趣、因为，这不算什么……

二月，在翻阅日历的时候，发现三月有一个礼拜的假期。这一个礼拜当然就用来操练啦!可是，乐团的练习怎么办？虽然我是很想去操练，但毕竟是主席，总不能放下乐团不管。我想说，不如，找老师商量商量，可老师跟我说，她也没办法……想说，不如，跟乐团教练商量，可他一气之下，说了重语气的话语……

就这样折腾了几天，我每天都为着这事情烦恼，因为乐团里也有许多参赛的学长呀!如果学长们都去操练了，那乐团的歌曲比赛怎么办？两边都由我负责，手掌（操步）食肉，手背（乐团）也是肉；或许手背的肉较少，但也不能放着不管呀!想了又想，却没有解决的办法，只好说让我爸爸帮忙，要爸爸与老师商量商量。爸爸跟老师说：“她练习的时间相撞了，麻烦你看看可以怎么解决。”

或许因为把问题交给老师了，我总算没那么担心。可事情发生了……听说，老师很生气，只因为我要我爸爸跟老师商量此事，就好象是我以我爸爸的身份来压老师。可我没有这样的意思呀!我是真的毫无办法了，我可以怎么办？接着发生了很多事情，我也不想多说。只不过这件事情的结果是，我被逼离开我钟爱的操练……

老师说的那句：“你问我你华乐怎么办，那我问你我的操步怎么办？” 很伤我心呢!就好像，我只顾着华乐，完完全全不放心思在操步上……我没有吗？我自问费了好多心血，好多时间，甚至常常厚着脸皮做事情。可他那一句话把我所有的努力都丢弃了……当他怒火凶神的瞪着我时，我的心，裂了痕迹，至今疤痕还令我觉得寒冷，原来，是可以这样做中国变脸秀的!

宣布我的离开是那句：“现在你可以放心去你的华乐了!” 这句话，犹如宣布死刑，让我当场放弃希望……没有了希望，我只好转变我的态度，我变得无所谓，变得不感兴趣。因为只要我一插口，便会惹来那“你鸡婆干嘛”的眼神。现在看着代替我的他那么辛苦，我真的真的很想帮助他，但我却无法这么做……