Got the first bit of work experience yesterday, after the long break in between from the NKF business project.


I learnt three valuable things.


1)Work makes you bushed, dead on your feet, tired, exhausted, etc, etc, whatever word used to describe tiredness.

2)Lack of manpower is a SCARY thing.

3)I must definitely find a job I like next time, and if I can't, at least one with a BIG, FAT PAYCHECK.


See, we had to first put the measuring jugs into plastic bags and staple them, making sure each class had thirty, before dumping them into black trash bags. The lack of manpower was frightening; Ms O, JY and me agaisnt 360 measuring jugs.


After we finished that, we had to do the cups, which made the jugs look like ABC.


The cups had to be put into each other, in order of size(E,D,C,A), put into plastic bags, stapled, counted, and dumped into the trash bags. SO, it was three people agaisnt 360 x 4 = 1440 CUPS!!!


SO, job distribution. I put the cups into each other and into the plastic bags while JY and Ms O stapled. Next, JY opened the trash bags and I threw the wrapped cups in. Basketball practice XDD.


The worst thing was soon to come. JY had to leave. So it was Ms O and me. Agaisnt the remaining cups. Sigh. As we finished, Lindsay was at the door, I let her in, and she helped me count the remaining stapled packages.


She worked for four minutes, I worked for four HOURS, but we got the same pay, namely a dollar to buy fries. Oh and Ms O owes us a treat...


And my knee injury has returned... in full force.


shermayy

well, at mell's house and for some reason the road here seemed extremely familiar.


inspiration struck AGAIN when I was waiting for one of the exams to end. This time it's about a girl in coma who subconciously refuses to awake cuz the guy she likes is at her bedside asking her to wake, but she knows he doesn't really like her.


well.


mentally, about to die. physically, the same.


unfortunately, still gonna read tonight.


I think.


Hopefully NOT.


drowning in emoness;
shermay


sometimes everything you want is everything you can't get.

Following up on my previous post.


Sometimes, I wonder why these ex-convicts find it so hard to get intergrated into society. People always say on the TV that we shouldn't discriminate them, they had just merely made a mistake.


If society does not discriminate them, then why does this still happen?


The reason, of course is very simple, but it's not pleasant to be thrust upon in front of your face.


You see, PEOPLE LIE.


It's as easy as that. Whether it be a white lie or otherwise, a lie is still a lie.


And sometimes maybe the lie hurts more than the truth.


But lies aren't always to make you look good. People can lie about alot of things. Some lie about themselves, hiding behind a cheerful facade, to fit in, not ever wanting to let others know about their weaknesses.


And so, this post shall act as a tribute to my blog. Cold Pretensions.


Just because I draw happy faces doesn't mean I am.


++ shermayy ++

I don't know why it was, but it was. Perhaps it was because my brain had been too active after tuition. I do not know. But as I was lying in my bed, earplugs in my ears, waiting for my mum to go to sleep so I could turn the lights on again, I felt the beginnings of inspiration clawing in my mind.


The idea was formless, simply a modest plot that has been used over and over again. But I seized it, and right then, at twelve thirty on the ninteenth of August, I started composing the story, word for word in my mind.


Every single word.


When I had finished, at around one, I immediately flicked the switch of the lights, pulled out a sheet of blank paper, and wrote.


I wrote and I wrote. The story continued advancing, till it had reached six pages, and then I stopped. I breathed. I had finished the story. It wasn't great, really. It was about an ex-convict who was released from prison, but unable to really fit into society because of his record. But his ex- inmate encouraged him, and persuaded him to accept Christ, who showed him that he was not alone in the world.


It wasn't fabulous. But I liked the plot. Really. I titled it, "Windows to the World."


++ shermayy ++

God is good.

all the time.

big time.

HOOHA!

He healed my sore throat and restored my voice just in time for PSLE oral

it is a miracle that no one but Him could accomplish,seeing it has only been one day

or perharps it was due to my overdose of antibiotics

now perharps he could grant me one more wish and make the cough medicine's drowsy effect work tonight at midnight so i can sleep.i really need that sleep to score well for english oral.

God grant me the vocals to flatten Varsha's ass.



shermayy

Well. I have returned from sup, which was a horrifying experience...


Body got a sudden overdose of sleep signals...


Coped by propping head in hand and focussing on keeping eyelids up...><"


Fortunately, it was only for ten minutes... or ten eternities... either way, it felt the same... But what did you expect me to do?? It was CHINESE, crew!!!


But I didn't blog to talk about today, and in any case, nothing much happens that is blog-worthy in the self styled, "Learning Campus".


I blogged to talk about yesterday, and when you read this, get yourself comfortable because it's gonna be a LONG day. You see, yesterday, we went to MELL'S HOUSE. MUAHAHAHAHA...


If you have not been turned off, then continue...


Well, finished CG, in which we talked about the food fair... Ate lunch... Or rather, WATCHED others eat lunch... wa bo lu...


Sat between Jon and Charles, which was okay, without Charles showing off his Chinese and flirting with the fishball noodle auntie... -_-" XD. But on the whole, it was cool, especially since Kindness One is super funny...


Oh, and Jon wants to style his hair like Ashton Kutcher, which Lindsay says is just WRONG... And I reserve comment.


Got to Mell's house through way of erratic driving, the danger which was further multiplied by Charles rocking the back of the car/van and talking CRAP. Amazing how someone authorized to drive a police vehicle turns corners with a near perpendicular swerve... diao... -_-"...


Got to Mell's house... she gave us clothes!!! Wah Lao... she gave me SKIRTS...


Was suan-ing Daryl... said he like Jace (( they make it SUPER OBVIOUS )), and guess what he did...!!!


Here's a vague replay of my convo with VK (( trust me, it has something to do with it));


Sher Mayy; DARYL LIKES JACE


Varsha; o.O Really???


+Daryl wants to type something...+


Shermayy; Daryl wants to protect his honour but don't believe him.


Daryl; I like Sher May


LIKE SUPER DIAO LORH!!!!!! WHAT THE HECK!!!! Died on the spot.


Came back to life with mention of basketball :D!!!


Walked to basketball court with Fluffy (( Mell's dogg )), LONG WALK.


Played basketball... haha... I think I played quite well, until that IDIOT Daryl SPRAINED MY FINGER!!!


It's common in ball games but STILL!!!


Recovered. Played Captain's Ball.


Went back Mell's house... hung around for a while... then took bus back with others... Took bus 8o; Jace, Sam and co. below, Tania, Charles and Me on top (( it was a double decker )).


Talked to Tania... somehow conversation drifted to BGRs...


DIAO-_-"


The people she pair me up with(( from church... ))... Freaky will be an understatement... Not that they are horrible... Just not possible.


Took train with Sam... Talked all the way back... Went home... starved.


There is a sequel to this about my convo with lins, but that has to wait...


+ [[ SHERMAYY ]] +

I have returned from tuition, which I arrived at on time thanks to the SMRT drivers, who, despite it still being eight in the morning, awoke and fetched us students furthering our academic knowledge to our designated meeting point.


I thank you, SMRT workers. They are truly unsung heroes.


While I was at tuition, bending my head so low Mell wondered how I did my work, Mell showed us a powerpoint slide consisting of certain quotes.


One is such; "In all love, there is a drop of madness; yet in madness, there is a drop of reason;"


This quote is open to interpretation.


Please put your ideas in the tagbox.


Thank You;;

. [[ mayy ]] .

Remnants of a world seen through fragmented glass...

Having have a first-hand account, I now give myself the authority to tell you a truth that I shall not attempt to hide:


I cannot golf.


You see, last night, after charging my parents ten cents for each video I took of them swinging the club at a ball, I came to the conclusion that this must be one of the easiest sports on earth.


But there is some justice in this world- no one can ever play the sport like a pro the first time they try out, and the metal club refused to have anything to do with the ball even after something like ten tries.


However, while I may be the world's greatest failure when it comes to golf, I have now realized the meaning of the phrase practise makes perfect, which applied strongly on my poolXD.


Right now, I have three favourite sports-

+Rock Climbing;

+Basketball;

+POOL!!:D


MUAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!! And do look at the statements on my portfolio... it might take awhile, but you will probably have a clear picture of me after you have finished reading, even if you are a total stranger...


;;Shermay

Well. Having updated my blog, please inform me if I haven't linked you. No inflamatory words, please. It would simply have been an oversight on my careless part. You may contact me through the tagbox down there, or @ crystal_silverlake_ice@msn.com


I woke this past two days in an extremely bad mood, due to chronic fever, which comes on every time I'm stressed, feel grumpy, or simply due to a lack of sleep, which of course, means everyday.


I have been trying to skip school, especially today, as it was the National Observance Ceremony, and much as I love Singapore((more than not)), I did not think I could bear the idea of standing for half an hour listening to Symmone recite words I have memorised over and over again.


Especially since I was not the one at the mike.


Well, jealousy reigns.


I went, anyway, and i was quite glad I did, though why, I really do not know. It came on in an abrupt change of mood that I think had something to do with seeing Varsha, Lindsay, Pamela and co.


But National Day, or rather the eve of it, is no excuse to bunk off classes, and so, with heavy hearts, we parted ways with the rest of the school on the second floor to troop up to the unchanged classroom to study, a torture only amplified with the singing of the National Day song.


I was extremely tired during the entire lesson, my fever or whatever testing my resolution to be 'guai', and every single ounce of willpower in me was used to fight off the urge to allow my head blessed contact with the table.


Thankfully, two hours later, our worksheets were put aside to do something equally unattractive, but nevertheless alot less draining.


The NE quiz.


Knowing full well that we 2006 primary six pupils, smart in the area of maths, science and academic subjects, are complete dunces when faced with the prospect of anything even moderately related to being a patriot, Ms O decided to play a National Day powerpoint to save us the otherwise inevitable embarrassment of failing.


The powerpoint, however, did not stop me from getting the second lowest in the class, due to an inability to focus on the slides, a handicap spawned by my fever.


Not that my results were utterly uninspiring. I only had three mistakes, and two were spelling errors, but when you have such a giveaway resource like a powerpoing just brimming with answers, that is bad.


Still, I got the National Day watch, which belonged to last year, a fact debated among us and which we finally reached to the conclusion that they were rejects.


We also received a pack of different coloured pens, but our excitement and euphoria was punctured the moment we took off the caps to write, which revealed all the pens of being blue. Complaints centering around the words, "Cheapskate larh!!" were heard.


Made my way to Delicious Addictions with Lindsay and Varsha, where Lindsay promptly abandoned us for Rachel, who gave us a comtemptuous "you are dirt" look. Speak for yourself, 'gamer'.


I am breaking my new resolution, and must now give my reluctant apology to Rachel. Ugh.


Waited for forty five minutes in a cramped shop filled with boisterous people to receive fries, in which time we amused ourselves by singing to a reddened Jie Jie Nicole a birthday song.


Got fries and walked Varsha home, experiencing strong sense of deja vu at long neglected activity, due to lack of finances.


Returned home, and after exchanging compulsory greetings to brother, grandmother and maid, collapsed under day's exertions for a full hour with Yellowcard blasting in ears, via MP3 earphones.


Having said that, am awaiting MC's com to finish compressing the o2jam file and send it to me, though under the warning of, "if my brother come back while sending, den too bad".


Well, Meng Chun, I appreciate the thought.


If my English has suddenly become too 'cheem', and I have lost you, or under your superior command of the language, you have spotted several mistakes in my inferior grasp of the subject, please tag.


I thank you for your ((hopefully)) unwavering attention. Hope you haven't dosed off or got turned off the sight of this LONG entry.


shermayy;;

BACK!!! I have been away from the cyber world for soooooo long...


Okayy... Not possible to say everything I want to say, so I'll just bring you guys up on speed...


MY PHONE MEMORY CARD SPOIL.


SPOIL.


SPOILSPOILSPOILSPOILSPOILSPOILSPOILSPOILSPOILSPOILSPOILSPOIL.


FOR THOSE WHO DID NOT COMPREHAND THE SERIOUSNESS OF THAT SIMPLE STATEMENT... IT'S SERIOUS ALL RIGHT!!!


Reasons;

Number one; All my songs that were in the phone are GONE. No more Handphone / MP3.

Number two; All pictures- GONE. Thank goodness bulk was backupped by com.

Number three; My type of phone without mem. card has outlived its usefulnes...

Number four; Restriction to pics taken and/or music downloaded...

NUMBER FIVE; AND WORST!!!


IN PHONE WERE PICS AND THREE VIDS NEEDED FOR THIS OUT OF SCHOOL PROJECT, WHICH WERE NOT BACKED UP BY COM.


AKA, LOST.


Even worse... I'm not the only one doing the project... there is still the entire team... gulp.


ANYWAY. HAVE MADE RESOLUTION TO BE GUAI!!!


If Ms O hears any compliments from teachers bout me and VK, we're getting a free outing!!!


HAHA!!! And I saw Madam B smile... She looks so much better that way...!!!XD


shermay;;

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