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Hello and Welcome

Hey there, welcome to my humble home. I guess the current reason you're staying here is because you want to finish reading this sentence. And magical beings do exist, here I'll show you:

Anyway, this is supposed to tell you how to navigate around, there you go:
GIRL = My profile page
STORYBOOK = My blog entries
CONVERSE = My comment page
ESCAPES = Links to all my crazy friends.

There, its my dictionary so all of you can know what goes where and it wont be so confusing trying to understand my language.

You're welcome.

That Girl

Hi, I'm Janice. Puppies are amazing creatures. School is the worst building ever created. What were the builders thinking? Music's beautiful. And no, Music is not a person. I mean MELODY MUSIC. Okay? Jeez, whats the matter with you people. Anyway. Have a wonderful day and may butterflies and rainbows follow you wherever you go.

Muck Up Week

Written on Thursday, October 14, 2010 | back to top

In the past, my school (Mount Waverley) has allowed muck up week.

It is a day for Year 12s (Equivalent to Singapore JC 2) to have fun and prank around.
Muck Up Week was also only on the last week of school.

The teachers used to organize bouncy towers in the field, fun stations and all that sort of things.

But, according to the teachers, Year 12s abused the privilege blahblahblah. And Muck Up Week was banned.

Here are what Year 12s do every year:
Throw eggs at people
spray food dyes, etc
punch people??!

This week was muck up week. And my friend got egged. While the other got punched.

I mean, YEAR 12S. What's your freaking problem? Trying to feel superior by beating down a bunch of helpless year 7s? That made us feel so small. Let me rephrase that.
Trying to feel superior by beating down a bunch of terrifying, strong, Year 7s?

I think Muck Up Week got banned when the school's reputation got burned by a few people who threw eggs and sprayed food dyes at some girls from another school at the train station.

Today is the last day of Muck Up Week.
BYE YEAR 12S, WE WONT MISS YOU!

So that sounded a little harsh. But still, we won't miss their egg throwings or their humongous size that makes us feel little... and small.

See. Its not my fault that I'm smaller than them, they got 5 extra years to grow!

Plus, today, it was raining and I was waiting at the gate for my friend. I waited for 15 minutes and was an easy target for anyone who wanted to smash eggs into my face. It was a really scary 15 minutes. I held my umbrella really tightly and looked around 360 degrees in search of anyone who might have eggs in their hands. Or even anyone who had their hands in their pockets, trying to hide the eggs.

But it was hard. Literally, everyone had their hands in their pockets since it was a freezing cold day. But I looked really scary with my alert eyes scanning through every corner of everywhere. And I had my weapon, an umbrella, if anyone tried throwing eggs at me.

No one looked suspicious, they all looked... normal.
But I wasn't convinced by their "normal" looks. I spun 360 degrees every 5 seconds. People thought I was mad.

it was assuring to know that it was the year 12s last week in school, I won't have to worry about them anymore!... until next year that is.

But next year, I'll be ready,
I'd bring a small little bag and carry it along wherever I go. But in it, I'd bring:

Now, I'd like to know who dares mess with me.
And anyone who does... well. You know what would happen to them.
MUHAHHAA, I love pepperspray ;)

Labels: muck up week, scary, year 12s

Converse

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Escapes

And here is a list of people willing to put up with my crazyness. Go ahead, click on one if your really that desperate to leave me and my insane blog.

Friends:

Lydia

Ren Rong

Carol

Ellenie

JiaCai

Eugene

Kyne

Wei Hao

Jing Xuan

Joey

Thinzar
Family:

My sister (Esther):

Credentials

Oh, my sister got tired of my previous blogskin and decided to make me a new one. So here, this pretty purple skin is made by her.
And this is her blog and all her stupid pictures.
And this is her blogskins account. So you can go support her blogskins. But I don't think she even logs in anymore.

Past Entries

You enter a large library filled with big book shelves. And you're pretty sure that this maniac doesn't read books. You slowly creep up on the shelves and slowly investigate, as you reach out to seize one of the pretty books, you get an electric zap, then a threatening voice, presumably a device in the book screams out, "please enter password." In a panic, you drop the book and rush off. You quickly stuff the security locked book into the back of all the other books, and scurry off, pretending nothing happened.