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Drama, drama, drama! Well, not really, but two events happened today.

I was sleeping peacefully and soundly this morning. I needed my sleep, because I was to have a Chinese A-level exam in the afternoon, and I couldn’t sleep until 3 a.m. last night. *Flutter* I woke up a bit, and thought I was hearing things. *Flutter* I opened my eyes, held my breath and listened. *Flutter* It was from the fireplace in my room.

“What the hell was that?”

I thought it was a rat and I wasn’t scared. Come on, at one point I had up to 3 hamsters at home. Yes, they were caged, but they were lovely animals.

Flutter.

“Huh?”

Chirp. Chirp.

Oh! There was a bird in the fireplace! Free roast bird, anyone? I thought it’d probably fly away later, so I went back to sleep.

At 9:05 a.m., somebody knocked on my door and disturbed my beauty’s sleep once again. It was Wan.

Her: Aren’t you doing your Chinese A-level exam?
Me: Yes. What time is it?
Her: It’s nine.
Me: The exam is in the afternoon.
Her: Is it? Cindy’s gone already.

I woke up and checked the time-table. SHIT! The exam was at nine; and I was sleeping the whole time. SLEEPING! I quickly got dressed (for your information: I like to sleep naked), rinsed my mouth with mouthwash (didn’t have time for proper brushing), grabbed some pens and ran to the exam hall. Okay, WALKED to the exam hall. It was a three-hour paper, but nobody needs all that time anyway; and good thing I live in the boarding house that was just a 5-minute walk away from the school (exam hall).

Dramatic entrance.

All the invigilators turned and looked at me once I entered the hall in messy hair, comfy clothes and flip-flops. I looked as though I was one of the people on telly who bursts into the church in the last minute to say “I object!”, and elope with the bride. Except I was in a mess.

Anyway, I finished my paper in less than 2 hours and went back to the boarding house to do some violin practice. Haven’t practised for ages.

*Flutter* – that of an animal in desperate situation where they were made to listen to out-of-tuned music and squeaky violin-playing.

Yikes! The stupid bird was still there, probably trapped. The fireplace was behind my bookshelf (the fireplace’s not been used), so I shone a torch and tried to catch a glimpse of the stock. Nothingness. I called the maintenance men later and they came. They pulled my shelf away, opened up the dust-filled fireplace. *Loud flutter* So there really was a bird. The maintenance man reached into the darkness, *nervous chirps*, and there – the bird was in the man’s hand! Awwww! Look at that little black birdie! It felt as though my fireplace just gave birth to this bird. Okay, I’ll name it Firey then.

The maintenance man reached for my window and let go of Firey. It flew away immediately. I stood there and just thought, hey, will Firey be back like the ones in fairy tales? Maybe it’d start to like human because we freed it? Nah. It probably had fallen from the chimney and is now too scared to even stand on the roof of a house. Stupid bird.

DAMN! Why didn’t I remember to take a picture? It’s not every day that a bird fall into your fireplace, is it?

Anyway, that was my day. Stupid me and stupid Firey.

Subheadings for the really long entry. Woohoo!

Talent Night

Boarding House Performing Arts (Talent Night), and we lost… Silverdale West won. It was kind of obvious because they made really good use of the stage and music and acting and everything. We’re really cool as well, though, everybody knows that we came really close to winning. I actually think our plot was better because every single person in our house did something, nobody dominating or what, while in West there were a lot of Evangeline and Abioye (surprisingly, not Eleanor). But we had fun, anyway.

Helen got so pissed in the barbecue after the performance and was practically laughing, dancing and singing all along until about 10:30 p.m., when she just collapsed in bed (I presume). Hehehe, I taped everything. I’m expecting an embarrassed Helen tomorrow.

I talked to the Headmistress and the Deputy Head, smiling! Wow, I’m so cool! But deep down I still really, really hate them for what they’ve done to me. Yes, I’m a really vengeful and unforgetful person.

The sad group was so pathetic! They taped (using movie function or something like that on their digital camera) Janette when she was wearing a nice, skimpy little top on the ‘stage’. Why did they do that? Janette was a really shy person and it’s not every day that she wears make-up and clothes like that. She was in fact really embarrassed on the stage and was blushing the whole time. Some people are just so sickening!

Peter Schmeichel

But anyhow, I decided that today is a really happy day. Arsenal and Southampton played FA Cup Final at 3 p.m., and Schmeichel was there ‘commentating’ (not actually commentating, more like talking to the commentators before and after the match, during half-time, etc.) Helen said she was impressed that Schmeichel spoke really good English and everybody listened to him. This was after the rehearsal and I had about I-don’t-know-how-many-seconds of tape left, so I taped him on telly on my camcorder. Yay!

Oh yeh, people who thought I was totally disgusted by men, you were wrong. I really like Peter Schmeichel (because of his talents; he’s very musical as well, not only good at football), and Pierce Brosnan is cool (started to like him after watching him on Punk’d, because he was supposed to be punked but he took control in the end). I don’t hate all men, I’m just not sexually attracted to them.

My Freaky Dream

Yet another freaky dream last night! I dreamt that my brother and I were disgusting zombies (lots others roaming around the place) and we were hiding from the police in a flat (more like a B&B room with separate beds, but felt really homy). It was night time, I peeked through the blinds because I heard police’s siren, and saw that many of the lights in the opposite building were on, so I decided that it’s safe to turn our lights on as well because nobody would think that zombies dare to do so. I saw a very attractive girl (not my girlfriend, though) and really wanted to sink my teeth on her neck (I do realise that I wasn’t a vampire, but somehow I just really wanted to suck her blood), but didn’t do it. My brother went for a shower (outside of our room) and forgot to close the door (of our room) or something like that. I was really scared, but nothing happened in the end. Freaky!!!

IQ test results

Weeha! I just did this super hard IQ test at thespark.com and the result was pleasing. They say I have an IQ of 153, which is 93% higher than people of my age. I don’t exactly believe in IQ tests like these but well, what’s the harm. Hahahahaha! I’m brainy I’m brainy I’m brainy!

General Crap

Shit! Biology mock, Physics mock, real AS Chinese exam; and I have to do 3 Mechanics 2 paper for Monday! My finger dressing will probably come off as well.

Had the most important rehearsal (2nd last) tonight, and we all did pretty good. The whole thing takes about 11-14 minutes so time isn’t a problem. First the quartet in which I’m playing as 2nd violin, then Eunice is reciting her poem, then the play and dance, and our last song ‘Give Peace a Chance’ (the theme of the whole performance is ‘Peace’). We made a train out of cardboard boxes, arranged this and that in only about 4 days! Wow! And I was faking vibrato without blushing just now. Haha! Everybody has this feeling that we’re the best and we’re going to win this thing. I don’t know. Shouldn’t we expect the worst?

Watched the climax of ‘Pearl Harbor’ and went. Nobody is sleeping yet so we might all end up dosing off in the performance. So far we know that the Headmistress, the Deputy Head, Ms Carrick, Mrs Dickinson, Mrs Tapsfield, Mrs Woroniecki, etc. are coming. Embarrassing!

Just took a quiz. The result is so true for me.

I’m a Philosopher/Scientist!

Now I know what you’re thinking. How can you be both? While it’s true that in most situations, scientist and philosophers bear little-to-no common traits, when it comes to the crusade against the Christian faith, you’ll find that they are brothers in arms. Yes, you are a philosopher/scientist. and as such you make your way through rigorous questioning and tireless searching to develop your opinions on religion.

It is by poking your finger so readily and frequently that you have discovered the many holes in Christianity, or as you like to call it, “The Christ-Hype”. Whether you’re a deep thinking Semi-Socrates, or a logic loving Near-Newton, Christianity knows you by but one name… “Threat”

Faiza said that Muslims are not meant to smoke or drink or do anything that intoxicates yourself (which includes having boyfriends, sex, touching dogs and pigs, etc.), but obviously being both Muslims, Wan and Faiza have different sets of rules. Faiza gets to show her hair to people when Wan wears a head scarf; Wan tried smoking when Faiza said it’s a no-no.

Hmph. Religions are so hard to understand. :hmm:

The whole lot of us went for breakfast and everybody was surprised.

Had a freaky dream last night. I dreamt that Helen died. Cindy and Wan were there as well but they just sort of stood in the background. I thought I would cry, but it was as if I had to be cool and I didn’t. I probably didn’t believe the news because I didn’t witness Helen’s death. I heard it from somebody or a phone call. Freaky!

So I went over to freakydreams.com just for fun. Anyhow, looking from all the explanation, they’re suggesting that I’m happy (joy and consolation) that my A-levels will be over very soon (end of a cycle), as I integrate myself into the new system and friends in university (self ready for integration). I go without any grief/can’t release my emotions/don’t have any emotions, but I was trying to reach my old friends? Hmm…

Revised very very little for Biology mock today, but surprisingly everything I revised stayed in my brain. E.g. when Vanessa asked about the layers of the stomach wall, I, without thinking, answered mucosa, sub-mucosa, muscularis externa and serosa; and circular muscles and longitudinal muscles are located on muscularis externa. Also the eye, about the structures and functions of rods and cones. Wow! Suddenly realised that Biology is really fun! And if I learn everything then everybody will see me as a genius!

Rehearsal in the drama studio. Getting crappier and crappier at the piece. I can always fake vibrato when I’m alone, but when I stand in front of everybody with Karry next to me, my vibrato just somehow disappears. I’m really bad at performing or anything public with lots of attention.

Something funny. I was trying to write this £2 cheque to my school, and I ended up writing four. The first one I misspelt ‘forty’, and all the others were with bad signatures because my finger dressing was still on. Anyway, the cheque was for the yearbook and the rugby shirt. Should be cool!

Went to the nurse this afternoon but she didn’t take my dressing off, just changed it. So the new dressing is going to stay on for another how-many-days, and I’m to remove it myself?! Think I’ll go to the school nurse later for it.

When the dressing was off, my finger felt really weird. So naked. So exposed. So bare. That’s why the B&B guy said it felt more sensitive even when it looked healed. Oh, the nurse quoted me as “a right-handed violin player with exams soon”.

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Cathy had a little trouble playing the cello part of ‘Greensleeves’, so when I consulted my violin teacher about making her part easier, she moved everything that goes faster than a crochet to second violin — my part! Good that I could still manage, but now I’ll attract a lot more attention than before. Don’t know. Will have a rehearsal later.

(back from rehearsal)

We’re improving like hell! Helen joined the rehearsal tonight and gave lots of useful comments, so our performance is a lot cooler. She hasn’t got over the feeling that ‘we’re the best’. Now all we have to do is to get Cindy going as well. As for myself, the crappy violinist… lots of practices.

Played tennis with Helen and Clara. Don’t think anybody believes that I actually learnt tennis before, because I showed no sign of ability whatsoever. I could always blame it on my finger though. Haha!