The reason why I'm so gloomy is because in the end, Mun Yu and all didn't dance.

When we ask Ash, she said WE (means Dion, her and me) 'fired' them. We (means me and Dion) didn't even kick them out! She said until like as if we disagree of their participance! Actually, I would LOVE them to join. I pity them...

Ash started behaving funnily. She wants to rule everything. I don't feel like writing now, so maybe next time!

Ciao!

So, guess it's now me talking to myself then. ^^

Today, me and Dion plan to do: OPERATION DISAPPEAR. In case you don't know what it means, let me have a flashback...

***FLASHBACK***

I ask Lionel what would he do if I'd just disappeared. He said he would cry and try to find us.

***BACK TO NOW***

So, I told Dion that, and we decided to see whether if he will do that. Lionel's spy account name is Ryoujin Takagawa. Ryou-chan act as Lionel's cousin.

Seriously, I prefer Ryou-chan rather than Lionel. Ryou-chan is more cheerful, and I just wish that Lionel won't ruin him. Lionel makes me feel abandoned, but Ryou-chan makes me feel happy! But just wish that he won't be ruined...


I saw at Ryoujin's facebook account that his BFF is Dion. So, I'm a bit sad and feeling abandoned. I don't mean to, but you know, it just comes out...

So, I'll treat this blog as my diary and I hope that no one will read this!!!

Hihi^^ I guess not a lot of people knows about and reads this blog, so maybe I'll put whatever crap I wants to...

Today's my school audition for Teacher's Day. I was auditioning with my sis and Ashley. We're dancing Luka Luka Night Fever. The song was so catchy that the teacher is moving around in the chair.

It was a success! The teacher ask us to mix with the guys (Brandon, Mun Yu and 1 more I don't know his name), because our song is too repeatitive. But Ashley doesn't want to. I wish we could mix, because it makes the dance more exciting.

Wish me luck~ ^^

I'm trying to write like at least once a week. I'm trying not to abandon my blog.

Now, I'm listening to Going On from Shugo Chara. I actually wanted to form a dance and sing group. I just need like at least 2 more members for 4 singers song, and 6 more for Berryz Koubou songs. Boys is also allowed, though I don't think these days boys likes to sing. It will be nice though. No one is volunteering.

I don't know what to write in my blog. Just that I realized recently a huge amount of boys keep appearing in front of me and also clues of love. I don't know why, but something seems to encourage me to date. I don't want to break the promise I'd make 4 years ago; I said that I won't date before 15. And so it will be.

I'm thinking of cutting my hair short, but the with ballet, I couldn't. The teacher would think that I'm trying to spoil her system. But I also want to grow my hair until my waist. So I'm thinking, when I've graduated from ballet, I'll cut boy style, then as it grows longer, I'll cut it until the shoulder and then let it keep growing until the waist.

I want to dye a blue streak into my hair. Dion said that she wants to have a red streak. It'll be cool. Until now, I also find it hard to communicate with people. I don't know why. I'm a bit of an anti-social person to whoever I've just met. I realized that I behave like a boy but just inside a girl body.

I remembered something. Today, during school, after assembly, we have to go up to class. When I was carrying my bag, I realized that when I walk past Wei Kang and Yan Jun, they gave me a look that I've never seen before. After that, I told Dion. While talking to her, I grab hold of my sport shirt (which I'm wearing) collar and look at the 2 buttons below it. And then, only I realized that both of the buttons is unbuttoned! No wonder thay gave me that funny look.

Yesterday, I had Wushyu. Since I'm the 'old student' there, I had a new student to train. So, I was training her to kick and she don't know how to adjust. She kick on my head and my specs came off a bit. She apologized and then we went back to training. Lucky thing, it didn't fell.

Then, the instructor ask us to line up in a diagonal line, students behind their 'teachers'. The instructor came to between me and Dion and said, 'Don;t know if it's you or you.' He held out the boxing thing that we use to kick and ask me kick it. Then he ask Dion, and came back to me.

The second time he came to me, I kick it, and he had a funny look on his face. He stablelised (don't know how to spell it correctly) the boxing thing, and ask me to kick it. I kick it everytime with a loud bangimg sound. After several kicks he signals to me to stop and said, 'Wow, can kill people already.' OMG...

The Red Cross team students sitting at the back is looking at us eyes BIG. I don't recognize who they are at first, but after that I saw their faces. It is Wei Kang and his friends. Their faces was like do shocked. Oh well...

Hi everyone. I guess not so many people read my blog,right? I'm sorry that every time I write in my blog, I'll apologize. I just can't keep up the blog-writing habits.

Now, I have another story to write. I don't do comics anymore, unless I've got the mood to. Which I usually don't. I have a habit of not keeping on doing things. I've only got Witchery, Yellow Butterfly, Pounding Heart and Night Fighters to write. I'm trying VERY hard to keep on writing all of this to the end of their stories.

I've got so many ideas on stories. I would be VERY VERY VERY HAPPY if someone would just publish it for ME! Just cheer me on! I don't know who will.

I'm not very good with friends, unless I've met them when I was younger (and when I'm more sociable). Now I'm totally anti-social because most people tries to be who they are not. So I only open up to whoever shows their true colours or speaks Cantonese. I don't really prefer Mandarin. The Mandarin speaking people (especially girls) likes to laugh and mock people.

So, I'll try my best to turn my imagination into a story.

Hey everyone, I apologise for not writing in my blog for so long.

I was busy. Drawing my comics ( I have 2 comics to draw ). The previous comic that I write about ( Elfimosa, Sugoi Magicka and The Chosen Ones ), are canceled. Instead now, I'll be drawing Gem and Flowerboy.

Gem is about a boy and his little sister. Their parents neglected them when they are still very young. The boy is Lemonne and the girl is Amethyst. Lemonne is 14 while Amethyst is only 5. They now lived in a cottage. The previous owner moved out and abandoned the house.

Flowerboy is about a 13 years old girl whose aunty is going to get marries. She volunteered to be the flowergirl, but her aunt wouldn't let her be one, unless she finds a flowerboy. So she goes on a quest to find a flowerboy.

Last 2 days, I had a dream. I dreamed that I was holding a little boy's hand. He was about 2 years old. He's very cute. I think he had that 'mushroom' hairstyle which is a common hairstyle for little boys. I felt like as if he's related to me in some kind of way. My grandmother told me to bring the boy for a walk. So I said okay. I hold his hand and walk out of the house. I go to a house somewhere opposite my house. The gate was wide opened, like it was expecting somebody. I went inside ( I don't know why ) with the boy and I heard a girl crying.

A woman ran out to greet me and told me to get inside the house quickly to comfort the girl. I don't know who are they but they felt familiar. So, I went in and saw a girl about 5 years old crunching down infront of the sofa. She was wearing a brown dress. I went over to her and begun comforting her and she stop crying. Immediately. That shocked me out a little. Her mother approached from the kitchen holding a piece of paper with some kind of sketching on it.

She asked me if I had any photostating machine in my house and I said yes. She ask me to photostat the sketching for the little girl because she wanted it. To colour I think. I think that she was crying because there was no one to photostat for her.

I took the sketching a think to myself ' Wah, she can draw?? Maybe we can draw together sometimes. It will be fun. ' The little boy is standing on my left side, both hands putting on my thighs. When I've finished thinking I wanted to ask the mother to allow the little girl to come to my house sometimes to draw with me, but as if the dream can read my mind, a boy around 15 to 16 years old came down the stairs. The mother said that the boy drew the sketch and I was so shocked and I immediately canceled the idea of the sketcher of the sketch to come draw with me. I was feeling blushsy and look down at the little boy an the little girl. He shown no emotions on his face. It was just blank.

I remembered the boy wearing a red shirt. I thought that he look familiar. I think to myself ' Could it be the boy that I saw in my dreams so many times before? ' But I know that the answer is no. I didn't seen him before, but I felt like I've known him. Plus, he seems to know me too. He didn't spoke a word. He's so handsome, a bit tanned and average tall. Ah, the perfect figure.

I know I sounded a bit crazy. I'm sorry. Hahaha... Then I remembered that I went back to that house. But I haven't photostat the sketching yet. I think the reason I went back there was because the girl wanted me to come again. I sat at the sofa again, and so is the girl. But I don't know if this time the little boy is with me or not. The mother is standing at an archway with the son behind him. I felt that as thought he was waiting for me. But this time he had an angry look. I was feeling a little scared and creeped out so I look at the little girl. the house was unusually quiet. The girl was not crying.

But I know that the boy's not angry of me. But of something about me. I don't know... End of dream...

I've always wanted a boy as my best friend. I still wanted it now. So until one time I dreamed of a boy of my age. A bit plump but not very noticeable. He was a bit taller than me. He seems to come from a rich family because he was wearing a T-shirt, a red long overcoat, a colourful scarf and some accessories. I was just wearing some normal home wear. We must have look a sight. I've dreamed of him twice.

First is when zombies is coming to Earth and he teach me some dance moves. We were at a supermarket. Second is at a kind of fantasy land with cream for walls and such. You could see the whole world by just sitting on some big piece of yellow paper. We were at a restaurant with Dion, the boss of the restaurant and 2 handsome waiter. Ah... How I wish that could come true.

In case if you notice that I've been writing some sort of weird word that I've never written before in my blog, it's because I've read too much of Wicked. It is a storybook. I've learned a lot of foreign words in that book.

Adieu!

Hi, today let's talk about past experiences...

I remembered the time I went to Tesco. I was asked to stand in the line with the cart. So I just go and stand. I was behind a family with a mother, a sister and a brother. I think so. The brother saw me and keep peeping. I pretended not to see. These kind of things is common for me. I used to get creep up a lot when boys look at me in shopping malls, ice skating rinks and etc, but now I know how to handle it a bit already.

So let's continue, and as I said, he was peeping. I wanted to push my cart infront because there was another woman trying to cut my line, but when I'm pushing the cart, it felt heavy. Like something is holding it. Then I look at my cart and see what's wrong, guess what, the boy is unconciously holding on the side of my cart. I slowly back off and went to my uncle and tell him. Then the boy realised that I'm gone and he's holding onto my cart, he let go immediately and went away.

Then the woman cut my line. Haiz... Today I went ice skating. My ice skating improved already. I already didn't go to ice skating for 5 months. I was afraid that I couldn't skate. But when I got in the rink, it was suprisingly easy. I warm up for 2 rounds and then started speeding. Actually speeding is against the rule, but a lot of boys speed up there ( rarely girls ) so I also speed up. But nobody dragged me out of the rink. Luckily.

Today I was told to teach a girl around 4 years old to ice skate. She look like 3 years old. She had a brother around 6, a baby sister around maybe only 3 months and a sibling still inside the mother's stomach. I was amazed how does the mother take care of them. I asked Dion ' Do you think that the mother is pregnant? ' Dion answered ' I think so. Must be. '

Unfortunately the girl I was teaching does not understand English well. But it was kind of easy for us ( me and Dion ) to understand her because my house got a lot of people who's hard to communicate with. We use sign language. She understood some.

After a while, a girl around my age came and talk to me. Her name is E something. I think is Edela. She asked for mine and said that it's a good name. Her mother's a malay, while her father's a chinese. Then she asked if we are twins and I said yes. She said ' Twins and so beautiful. ' I told her that she's beautiful too.

Before we even meet the small girl, me and Dion talked. Then Dion skate out slowly while I still stand at the side. Something told me not to go out and I know why because when Dion is going out, a boy around 13 is coming alomg and nearly banged into Dion. He desperately tried to stop and waved his hands infront. My uncle and mother saw that too. Me and my uncle laughed to each other. Then I tell Dion what just happened. The boy is quite cute too.

He came with 4 more other boys. When we were teaching the girl, the boy who nearly banged into Dion ( he's wearing a white T-shirt, so just let us call him white ) and another of his friend ( around 13 also, he's wearing a black shirt, so let's call him black ) stand between me and Dion. They saw me saying wait to Dion because I was trying to get over there and they too keep blocking. Then black skated out a bit and white stayed at the side to let me cross.

When we were skating and there was a small space between us, black skate between me and Dion. When I'm skating alone, white swept past me and his arm touch mine. His shirt was all wet. I stopped because my legs was tired and I turned around and saw one of their friends smiling at me. Then there was another guy not from their group, wearing a brown shirt with an orange tag looked at me and purposely came to me and swept past me.

I made a new friend, I think is the brother of the girl around my age. We exchanged phone numbers and said that the next time if I go to ice skating, I call him. Then we ( me, Dion, my uncle and my mother ) went to a restaurant to eat. The table beside us is seated by a boy around 14-15 years old. I think his father is the owner of the restaurant. When I was eating, he keep peeping at me. I noticed because ever since boys started looking at me which is this year, I'll know. I got a sensor. Kid of. I don't need to look to tell. Then I told them ' I'm feeling so uncomfortable here. ' and immediately my uncle knows why. My mother also knows. But as for Dion, I don't know.

When we finished eating, we decided to talk about things that happened at the skating rink. We keep talking about the boy when he nearly banged into Dion because it was so hilarious. We keep laughing and laughing. I'm trying very hard not to bang the table because when I'm over-excited, I tend to hit things. The boy then casually sit at the table next to us's and sit facing directly at me. He keep looking at me and laugh along with us. But without sound. Then when we go back, my uncle look at the boy and the boy smiled at him as if saying ' Thanks for the entertainment. ' and my uncle said that when I got up the boy keep looking at me and smiling.

When we got home, my uncle said why today I was so attractive. I said I don't know. I wonder why also. It happened at the ice skating rink and the restaurant. I can bear most of the boys looking at me but when there is a very handsome or cute boy that look at me, I tend to look away and pretend that I didn't saw them. I hold some gazes to see what would they do and they would normally look away.

What could come next? Who knows? Bye~

Forgive me readers for not posting for so long. I was lazy...

SO... I don't know what I want to talk about, so maybe I'll talk of the mysterious brother that appears in my dream recently this year...

At the starting of the year, around April, I suddenly wished to have a brother. I imagine him to be the brother that I've always wanted. Until, 1 day, a mysterious boy around 15 to 16 years old appeared in my dream. I was with him. He was teaching and encouraging me to do something. He smiled to me and he do stuff that I wanted my brother to do.

At first, I wasn't suspicious that he appeared in my dreams. He appeared a second time in my dreams around September. This time, I was in a white hole. I saw the brother and a boy around 17 to 18 years old. They were fighting. The boy is holding a LONG sword while the brother is holding a shorter one.

I didn't want my brother to get killed, so I ran over to them and stand between them. Now, I'm face to face with the boy. That means my brother is behind me. I realised that the boy had yellow stripes on his face, like a tiger's stripes. His hair was seperated to the right. He push his sword against mine, and I found out that I was holding a sword- a short one, even shorter than my brother's. I must have been around my feet's size.

The boy told me to buzz off if I didn't want to get killed, but I refuses to budge. Then I sensed his aura. I realised that his aura is saying that it's not him who wanted to kill my brother, but someone instructed him to. I feel so sorry for him. He had a painful look on his face.

Then my brother came to the rescue and stand beside me. We defeat the boy together, but I don't know who wins because then I got up. So shitty...

I dreamed of him for the third time is in the white hole as well. Me and Dion is standing opposite to each other, around 15 meters away. I saw brother standing in the middle looking sad. He was wearing a white T-shirt, a black pants, white socks and a black shoe. his face had gotten clearer. I wanted to see his face clearer and then I got up...

The 4th time is the last time I dreamt of him. I was also n the white hole. I was kneeling on the ground when I saw someone approching me. He kneeled down beside-behind me. It was brother. he put his hands on my shoulders. Then I was looking at myself and brother at another point of view. He came closer and said something to me. I was half in my body near the brother and half inside the me that was looking at us. But I know that he was telling me something encouraging. Then I woke up.

I was thinking all the time: Who could he be? What could he be saying to me? And who is the boy with yellow stripes on his face? Maybe they came from another dimensions? I'll never know, or maybe I will...

Anyway, today I went to IOI Mall's Popular bookstore. I was reading The Charm Club when I say a family- mother, father and son. The son look like someone from my kindergarten. He was probably my first 'like'. If it was really him, I would have preferred his kindergarten look.

My school is on holiday now...

Bye~