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Wednesday, August 27, 2008

just because.

Because I hate looking at the first few photos below.

The more I look at myself be it in the mirror or in photos, the more ugly I become. Really. Which is quite funny sometimes. It's a miracle no mirrors/windows/glass have shattered yet.

I emphasize yet :D

So in hopes to push the photos out of my sight, I shall publish a post.

Or a few.

I still have not come up with a name for my blog. It hasn't struck me yet. D: Depressing.

Why isn't Artemis Fowl and the Time Paradox for sale in Malaysia? It's been ages!

I haven't played my flute in quite a long while. It must feel neglected. My poor flute. Don't worry! I shall polish you one of these days!! The next performance, most likely.

I have this box of California Golden Seedless Raisins right to the right of me. I'm tempted; but no! I must resist until the trip to Malacca to see my grandmama who doesn't remember me.

I haven't played tennis in such a long long time. My forehand must have gotten terrible.

I got a paper cut last night by just putting paper into my bag. Eleena called me tauge. She herself has never gotten a papercut in her entire life spent on this blue-green planet called Earth. I bet you it's the violin strings. -shifty eyes-

I think Mirah tagged me, but I'm lazy.

I guess I should start ranting about my results too.


My average dropped a lot. It's below 85% now. It's 83.27%, which is heck-a low. Uh, for my parents and me. That's the lowest I've gotten this year. Woe is the Christine.

But considering the fact I didn't study, I guess I can't complain. xD

So erm. Shutting up about results now.

I'm gonna pick the name Hannah next year as my confirmation name. It's a pretty name and besides, it's a palindrome! Who doesn't love palindromes? :)

Christine Hannah Ling.

Gnil Hannah Enitsirhc.

Gnil. Brilliant.

Hannah -claps happily-

I want to learn how to play the harp. It's a beautiful instrument. strum strum goes the stringsxfingers....

Then maybe I won't be so prone to papercuts anymore!

Papercuts hurt. D:

But since it's healing rapidly, I'll shut up too. (:

I'm typing my mummy's Answer Scheme.

If she teaches form 3 next year, I'd have access to all her exam papers. xD Buuuuuut she's not in my school. Oh woe! Gahahahhh.

I reckon my mum only volunteered to pick me up from school the other day so that she could ask me about my history marks. Sure enough, it happened.

I get into the car...
Mum: (: So.
Me: So. (:
Mum: Your History.
Me: My History.
Mum: What did you get?
Me: I GOT AN A! [defensively]
Me: [quietly] I got 78%
Mum: ... THAT'S NOT AN A! -starts laughing-
Me: -flails arms- It is, it is! It's a fake A but nevertheless it's an A! HAHAHAHAAA.
Mum: -shakes head- Next term you better study.
Me: -cough hack cough- :D

I think I'm good at talking about crap.

I think ventriloquists are uber cool.

I think I'll be a teetotaller when I grow up.

"When I grow up I wanna be famous I wanna be a star I wanna be in movies" pussycat dolls.

... I think I'm a somnambulist. But that was only when I was younger. That, my friend, is just plain creepy. Somnambulists give me more of a scare than horror stories. And that's saying something.

I love Korean Seaweed. Mirah is a retard for not liking seaweed x3

I will shout this out to the world. Skin me alive, roast me over a spit, but I will not capitulate. I do not like Mr. A. The lying fool doesn't deserve anything but to be shunned. asdfklj to him.

I miss dim sum. Haven't eaten dim sum in such a long time... [reminisce the delightful food]

If I convert Malays, would I end up in jail? I think I would.

Um. Is Anwar winning?

Politics drive me crazaaay. So what if politics play an important part in World Domination? *sticks tongue out* I know I'm stupid :)

Ahhh, end of the year! Can't wait to retire as a prefect. I get to officially do kesalahans and watch my juniors get flustered about teguring a(n ex-)senior. Hehee. I doubt Euffie would let me though. D:

I think playing patriotic songs during break time will ensure that students hate the songs and therefore, will become less patriotic. But that's just because the patriotic songs are so, so, boring and so, so, repetitive. If only they played pretty songs. (: Then they'd be singing it all the time!

I'm getting fat. I can feel all the fat jiggling when I walk/sit. Disgusting, ain't it? :D But the thought of exercising makes my insides churn, so I guess that's out. And I love food, so a diet is out too. ... Oh well. (:

I have yet to install Adobe Photoshop CS2 and CS3 and Adobe Illustrator CS3 and my other Adobe Software programs into my computer. I suck.

I think this is long enough to keep my face out of the main screen, so it's time to stop.

I bid thee well. ♥

And I applaud you, if you managed to read all that codswallop above and you didn't/haven't fallen asleep or X-ed this window! Splendid! A standing ovation!


Sunday, August 24, 2008

from the phone of SA; prefects photo

One fine day, Christine was watching anime (Vampire Knight, to be precise).

Her daarling cousin, SA (she wishes to remain unknown. She actually pulled my hair until I relented), was trying out her new handphone camera with her new 1.3 megapixels (just like MAH phone, she copied me, muhaha).

So she took photos of Christine from across the table.

Christine, blissfully unaware.
SA grinned.

Christine, still blissfully unaware.
SA snorted.

Let's face it. Anime is just so much more interesting than a snorting cousin.
That is, until she starts laughing out loud and choking on air like the pychopath she is.

Hey, wow! She finally noticed!
SA remains jubilant.

"Fine!" declares Christine dramatically as she whips out her phone. "THIS MEANS WAR!"
-snaps photo of SA-

I'd have posted up the pictures of SA as well, but she held me in a death lock and she'd do it again if I reveal her existence to the world.

She likes laughingxmocking everyone from the shadows because she's just weird like that.

I ♥ you SA! :D

prefects photo

About time I posted them up.
Taken how-many-aeons ago. (:

The Serious Photo.
Left to right:-
3rd Row: Sabrina, Rachel, Ai Chuen, Amy, Evelyn, Clarissa
2nd Row: Valerie, Michelle G., Audrey, Nur Sabrina, Michelle C., Sheryl, Emmeline, Aainaa, Debra, Esther
1st Row: Rebecca (Ketua Unit Disiplin), Lilian (Ketua Unit Pengawasan Kelas), Christine (Ketua Unit Rondaan dan Keselamatan), Eleena (Timbalan Ketua Pengawas I), Eu Fern (Ketua Pengawas), Pn. Jamilah, Cikgu Sita, Mei Yuin (Timbalan Ketua Pengawas II), Melissa (Ketua Unit Kebersihan dan Keceriaan), Alicia (Ketua Unit Perhimpunan), Nadia (Ketua Unit Sosial dan Kebajikan)

Full names will be available in the Looking Glass 2008, hahahhahahahaaaa.

The 1st 'candid' photo. xD

The 2nd 'candid' photo. xD

I think that the only real 'candid' photo was the ones of Alicia. xDDDD Just look at her! ROFL.


Wednesday, August 20, 2008

so far, the only post related to the Olympics 2008

Beijing Welcomes You
The melody of the song was inspired by a local Beijing ballad called "Shui Niu", which are snails that come out on rainy days. Children in Beijing like to sing songs to attract these little creatures to come out of their shells.

For those of you wondering where's Andy Lau, he has his own Olympic song: "Everbody Is No.1"

For those of you wondering where's Jay Chou, he has his own Olympic song: "千山万水"

For those of you wondering where's S.H.E, Jacky Cheung and Wilber Pan, they have their own Olympic song: "红遍全球"

Chen Tian Jia
- Ying jie ling yi ge chen xi dai lai quan xin kong qi
Liu Huan - Qi xi gai bian qing wei bu bian cha xiang piao man qing yi
Na Ying - Wo jia da men chang da kai kai fang huai bao deng ni
Stefanie Sun (Singapore) - Yong bao guo jiu you le mo qi ni hui ai shang zhe li
Sun Yue - Bu guan yuan jin dou shi ke ren qing bu yong ke qi
Wang Lee Hom (Taiwan) - Xiang yue hao le zai yi qi wo men huan ying ni
Han Hong - Wo jia zhong zhe wan nian qing kai fang mei duan zhuan qi
Emil Chow (Taiwan) - Wei zhuan tong de tu rang bo zhong wei ni liu xia hui yi
Gigi Leung (Hong Kong) - Mo sheng shou xi dou shi ke ren qing bu yong ju li
Yu Quan - Di ji ci lai mei guan xi you tai duo hua ti
Jackie Chan (Hong Kong) - Bei jing huan ying ni wei ni kai tian pi di
Richie Ren (Taiwan) - Liu dong zhong de mei li chong man zhe chao qi
Jolin Tsai (Taiwan) - Bei jing huan ying ni zai tai yang xia fen xiang hu xi
Sun Nan - Zai huang tu di shua xin cheng ji
Zhou Bi Chang - Wo jia da men chang da kai kai huai rong na tian di
Wei Wei - Sui yue zhan fang qing chun xiao rong ying jie zhe ge ri qi
Huang Xiao Ming - Tian da di da dou shi peng you qing bu yong ke qi
Han Geng - Hua yi shi qing dai xiao yi zhi wei deng dai ni
Wang Feng - Bei jing huan ying ni xiang yin yue gan dong ni
Karen Mok (Hong Kong) - Rang wo men dou jia you qu chao yue zi ji
Tan Jing - Bei jing huan ying ni you meng xiang shei dou liao bu qi
Eason Chan (Hong Kong) - You yong qi jiu hui you qi ji
Yan Wei Wen - Bei jing huan ying ni wei ni kai tian pi di
Dai Yu Qiang - Liu dong zhong de mei li chong man zhe chao qi
Wang Xia, Li Shuang Song - Bei jing huan ying ni zai tai yang xia fen xiang hu xi
Liao Chang Yong - Zai huang tu di shua xin cheng ji
Lin Yi Lun - Bei jing huan ying ni xiang yin yue gan dong ni
Jang Na Ra (Korea) - Rang wo men dou jia you qu chao yue zi ji
JJ Lin (Singapore) - Bei jing huan ying ni you meng xiang shei dou liao bu qi
Ah Du (Singapore) - You yong qi jiu hui you qi ji
(Beijing Huan Ying Ni)
Joey Yung (Hong Kong) - Wo jia da men chang da kai kai fang huai bao deng ni
Li Yu Chun - Yong bao guo jiu you le mo qi ni hui ai shang zhe li
David Huang (Hong Kong) - Bu guan yuan jin dou shi ke ren qing bu yong ke qi
Chen Lam - Xiang yue hao le zai yi qi wo men huan ying ni
Nicholas Tse (Hong Kong) - Bei jing huan ying ni wei ni kai tian pi di
Han Lei - Liu dong zhong de mei li chong man zhe chao qi
Vivian Xu (Taiwan) - Bei jing huan ying ni zai tai yang xia fen xiang hu xi
Fei Xiang (Taiwan) - Zai huang tu di shua xin cheng ji
Tang Can - Wo jia da men chang da kai kai fang huai bao deng ni
Lin Chi Ling (Taiwan), Zhang Zi Lin - Sui yue zhan fang qing chun xiao rong ying jie zhe ge ri qi
Jane Zhang - Tian da di da dou shi peng you qing bu yong ke qi
Valen Xu (Taiwan), Sky Wu (Taiwan) - Hua yi shi qing dai xiao yi zhi wei deng dai ni
Yang Kun, Fan Wei Qi (Taiwan) - Bei jing huan ying ni xiang yin yue gan dong ni
You Hong Ming (Taiwan), Zhou Xiao Ou - Rang wo men dou jia you qu chao yue zi ji
Sha Bao Liang, Man Wen Jun - Bei jing huan ying ni you meng xiang shei dou liao bu qi
Jin Hai Xin, Peter Ho (Taiwan) - You yong qi jiu hui you qi ji
F.I.R (Taiwan), Pang Long - Bei jing huan ying ni wei ni kai tian pi di
Kenji Wu (Taiwan), Qi Feng - Liu dong zhong de mei li chong man zhe chao qi
5566 (Taiwan), Anson Hu - Bei jing huan ying ni zai tai yang xia fen xiang hu xi
Yumiko Cheng (Hong Kong), Dao Long - Zai huang tu di shua xin cheng ji
Ji Min Jia, Tu Hong Gang, Dennis Ng (Hong Kong) - Bei jing huan ying ni xiang yin yue gan dong ni
Guo Rong, Will Liu (Taiwan), Teng Ko Erh - Rang wo men dou jia you qu chao yue zi ji
Jin Sha, Awaking, Wei Jia - Bei jing huan ying ni you meng xiang shei dou liao bu qi
Fu Li Shan, Huang Zheng, Jaycee Chan (Hong Kong) - You yong qi jiu hui you qi ji
All - Bei jing huan ying ni you meng xiang shei dou liao bu qi you yong qi jiu hui you qi ji

I love it love it love it love it! I tried making it scroooolll like lyrics, but it didn't let me BOO D: Bad blogger codes, bad bad bad bad! The singers/voices I liked/thought were gooood/spectacular aaaaare: Liu Huan, Na Ying, Stefanie Sun, Wang Lee Hom, Han Hong, Emil Chow, Gigi Leung, Sun Nan, Zhou Bi Chang, Han Geng, Tan Jing, Eason Chan, Dai Yu Qiang, Jang Na Ra, JJ Lin, Ah Du, Joey Yung, Li Yu Chun, Chen Lam, Vivian Xu, Lin Chi Ling, Jane Zhang, Valen Xu, Sky Wu, F.I.R, and Fu Li Shan (I think).

But let's face it, all of their voices are good (:

I hated the ending though.

Loooooooooooooooove the beginning ♥

Light the Passion, Share the Dream
Another pretty song I like! Performed by Leehom Wang (Taiwanese American), Stefanie Sun (Singapore), Wang Feng (China), and Jane Zhang (China)!
English Translation:
[Leehom Wang] Wind is blowing. All stars in the sky are lighted up!
I know, it is you passing through thousands of mountains & rivers to come here.

[Jane Zhang] At the moment when I am lighted, I am filled with stimulations.
Please bring me with you to the eternity.

[Chorus] Love, Love, Love
[Stefanie Sun] Love leads to a warm hug.
[Chorus] Love, Love, Love
[Stefanie Sun] Rivers of love meet the sea.

[Chorus] Your magic glorifies every sacred flame.
And you visualizes every dream.
Your flame lights up every heart, which is full of joys,
and is as sunny as the sky.

[Wang, Feng] The limpid rain flies over this ridge.
I know, it is you passing through the sea of dream to come here.

[Stefanie Sun] At the moment when I am warmed,
I receive you and raise you highly above the sky.
Miracles are around me.

[Chorus] Love, Love, Love
[Jane Zhang & Leehom Wang] Love leads to a warm hug again.
Love, Love, Love
Rivers of love meet the sea.

[Chorus] Your flame lights up every life,
which is touched by the dream,
And it is going to be unusual!
Your amazing rays light every heart,
which is full of joys,
and is as sunny as the sky.

[Leehom Wang] Light up this exciting passion, share the dream.
[Stefanie Sun] Line up our strength of hug.
[Wang, Feng] May the Earth is lighted!
[Jane Zhang] May the harmonious music echos in the Heaven!

[Chorus] We sing for your glories.
Your magic glorifies every sacred flame.
And you visualizes every dream.
Your amazing rays light up every heart, which is full of joys,
and is as sunny as the sky.

[Chorus] At this moment, the dream is realized in front of your eyes!

Forever Friends

oh the goats of redemption, it's no longer related to the Olympics!! What a fan I am (:

Koi no Dance Site - Morning Musume
These girls are craaaaaazy! But the song is catchy and they're funny xD lol!

Monday, August 18, 2008


Lookieeeee, finally, a story that isn't scary/morbid/sad! Shock. xD

A long time ago, I read a joke about this I-D-Ten-T thing. I've forgotten what it was, but I definitely remember it being technical and the person telling him it was called I-D-Ten-T over the phone. So I just recreated it into a story. BEHOLD! xD

Hope you like it (: I wrote this last year.

Suffering From I. D. Ten T?

Mr. Ethan Viner stared at his computer screen, eyebrows knitted together in frustration. He looked down at his keyboard. Where was the letter ‘E’? he wondered, his eyes skimming across the keyboard. He found it and proceeded to press it triumphantly. Resisting the urge to give a victory cry or anything cliché, he picked up a piece of paper. He scanned its contents and sighed heavily, leaning back in his chair. He still had more than a thousand words to type and it was really beginning to irk him. He massaged his temples. Why couldn’t they arrange the keyboard alphabetically? Why must they insist on such a complex arrangement? Mr. Ethan just could not fathom why. He rubbed his eyes. What he’d give to have the good ol’ days of the typewriter…

He heaved another massive sigh, pushing himself out of his chair tiredly. He clicked the little ‘save’ button and ambled out of the room, wanting to make himself a nice cup of the strongest coffee mix he could find.

Now little Emma watched as her father went downstairs. She knew by the look of his face that he was going to make a cup of coffee – her daddy’s personal joy-bringer. She gleefully seized this opportunity and rushed into her father’s study room, to the computer. Emma excitedly opened her favourite website and began playing the games. Not long after that, she heard the telltale creak of the staircase, signaling her father’s return. In a harried frenzy, Emma just pressed the ‘off’ button on the monitor screen and ran out to greet her father with a hug, feigning total innocence.

Mr. Ethan smiled fondly at his daughter and patted her head absent-mindedly before she ran into her room. He trudged back to his study, a steaming cup of black coffee in his hand, its aroma giving Mr. Ethan renewed vigour. He braced himself and sat down, bravely facing his computer screen…only to find it blank.

His renewed vigour vanished faster than a rat down a hole. Mr. Ethan did then what any ‘dinosaur’ man would have done; he panicked. He mashed the mouse furiously and pressed every single key on the keyboard (it even had the nerve to make beeping noises! At him!), but to no avail. His computer screen stayed the same, its blank, black face almost mocking Mr. Ethan. He restarted the computer. He unplugged and re-plugged all the cables, wires and plugs. Nothing worked. Frustrated, Mr. Ethan aimed a kick at the CPU. He yelped as pain shot through his foot and up his leg.

Muttering profanities under his breath, he hobbled back to his chair and sank down into it once again, rubbing his sore toes. Picking up the phone, he punched some numbers into it, a little harder than necessary.

“TNT. How may we help you?” answered the clear, cool tone of the receptionist.

“I am Ethan Viner and my computer’s gone berserk,” growled Mr. Ethan.

The woman was unfazed by the hostility in Mr. Ethan’s voice. “Is that so? Do you know what’s wrong with it?”

“If I knew what was wrong, I wouldn’t have bothered calling!”

“Okay, okay,” her clipped tone said hurriedly. “Can you tell me what happened to your computer, sir?”

Mr. Ethan huffed touchily. “I was typing a speech on Microsoft Word. Then I left to make a drink. When I came back, my computer screen was blank. No sign of my documents anywhere!”

“Did you try moving the mouse, sir?”

“Yes I did every d*mn thing imaginable. I even unplugged and re-plugged everything, for goodness’ sake! But nothing worked. I demand you send someone over this very instant.” His tone held a layered threat.

“Hmm,” she hesitated, weighing the possibilities. She sighed. “Very well. Please tell us where you live, sir.”

Mr. Ethan gave his address and promptly hung up. Within a few minutes, his doorbell rang. With a satisfied grunt, he hurried to the door and opened it.

“Howdy there, Mr. Viner sir! Now where’s tha’ compu’er tha’s givin’ ya trouble?” exclaimed the technician brightly.

Mr. Ethan showed the technician to his study and jabbed his finger in the direction of his rebellious computer. The technician regarded the computer silently. His eyes roamed the whole computer before settling on the bottom of the monitor. As if in slow motion, he lifted a finger and pushed the little button on the monitor. Mr. Ethan stared agape as the screen flickered back to life when the technician prodded the mouse.

Mr. Ethan was flabbergasted and absolutely in…awe. How did he fix it in a matter of seconds? Amazing! Mr. Ethan clapped a hand on the technician’s back appreciatively.

“How much?” he asked, getting out his wallet heartily.

The technician shook his head. “Naw, no charge a’ all, migh’y sir.”

Mr. Ethan was beyond grateful. He praised the technician and led him to the door, thinking that perhaps this new generation wasn’t so bad after all…

“Oh!” exclaimed Mr. Ethan suddenly as the technician walked out of his compound. “Would you mind telling me what the problem was? In case it occurs again…”

The technician turned around and gave Mr. Ethan a sly grin. “Oh, naw. Nothin’ too dangerous. Jus’ a case of I. D. Ten T, really.”

I. D. Ten T?” Mr. Ethan frowned. “What’s that?”

The technician smirked. “Try writin’ it down, sir.” He raised his hand in farewell and continued on his way, whistling a catchy tune.

Mr. Ethan stared after the technician’s retreating back, puzzled, before shutting the door firmly. Strolling to his study once more, he plopped down onto his chair. It groaned in protest under his weight as he reached for a pen and paper.

I. D. Ten T…” he mumbled, scribbling it down messily. It took a few seconds for his brain to completely register what he had just written. The notion of the newer generation being not that bad after all flew out of the window.

There, scrawled on the piece of paper in Mr. Ethan’s handwriting, was one word:


…the new generation is the worst ever, Mr. Ethan concluded with a snarl. He got up and stormed downstairs. He needed more coffee, pronto.

Emma heard the commotion and knew this was another chance. She hastily ran to her father’s study and resumed her games. Just as she was about to win, the staircase creaked and the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted into the room. Left with no option but to abandon her win, Emma pressed the button again and ran back to her den.

Her father stumbled into the room, saw his blank monitor screen, gave a howl of anguish and sank to the floor, coffee in hand, utterly defeated, as his computer played a little audio clip that sounded very much like the taunting tune.

Suffering from ID10T? Indeed.

© Christine Ling 2007

Was not revised or checked. I expect some mistakes here and there. Note me if they're any though. (:

Saturday, August 16, 2008

about this layout

Booyah; I've found out how to enable the comments on those premade layouts which doesn't have the comments option.

I'm beginning to learn these Blog Codes (:

Which means I'll have a change of layout preeeeeeetty soon.

Maybe once I come back :)

I'm hungry.

Friday, August 15, 2008

omg there's a new layout for blogspot?

Am I the first one who'll say--



I guess not (:


I think I'm gonna fail Sejarah. And Geo. Wahah.
Textbook, here I come! -munch- :)

Thursday, August 14, 2008

it's Sejarah tomorrow

My mummy told me,

If I fail Sejarah this term, she'll make me eat my textbook!

Awww ♥ , I love you too mummy. (:

Dumb Test
Dumb Test by fun quizzes!
Fun Quizzes | Quizes for MySpace » MySpace Quizzes

This makes me 61% smart, doesn't it?

I'm dumb! :D

Monday, August 11, 2008


Instead of studying,

I sneak onto the computer.




Saturday, August 9, 2008


I managed to attract NINE little juniors because of ONE kesalahan... (:

And they said HI to Palindrome!

I feel happy. (:

But I digress.

I'm gonna die today. (:

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Christine Defines Herself

+ =

+ =

= no

no =

In simpler terms:

Christine is gonna die this term, period.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

i feel v bad

I feel very bad.

My daddy just bought me a memory card for my phone and the other day he bought me a 4GB PenDrive.

If I don't get into Top 10 this term, he'll be so disappointed.


If I drop out from Top 10 this term, I'm dead.

I should really start studying.

Guilt gnaws at me.

I'm getting gnawed away.

Oh dear.

Besides that, look what I found (again)!


  1. You spend the first 2 years of their life teaching them to walk and talk. Then you spend the next 16 years telling them to sit down and shut up.

  2. Grandchildren are God's reward for not killing your children.

  3. Cleaning your house while kids are growing is like clearing the driveway before it has stopped snowing.

  4. There is only one pretty child in the world and every mother has it.

  5. Mothers of teens know why animals eat their young.

  6. I asked my Mum if I was a gifted child... She said they certainly wouldn't have paid for me.

  7. Children are natural mimics, who act like their parents despite their every effort to teach them good manners.

  8. Children seldom misquote you. In fact, they usually repeat word for word what you shouldn't have said.

  9. The main purpose of holding children's parties is to remind yourself that there are children more awful than your own.

  10. We child proofed our home 3 years ago and they're still getting in.

  11. Be nice to your kids. They'll choose your nursing home.

Children say...

While I was putting my reluctant five-year-old to bed one evening, he looked up at me and said accusingly, "I know what you and dad do at night while I'm in bed."
Somewhat taken aback by this statement, I asked what he meant.
"You eat all the good stuff," he replied.

Our seven-year-old son proudly introduced us to his best friend at school. "This is Peter," he said. "He's the slowest boy in our class and I'm not far behind him."

Changing the spark plugs in my car, I decided my two young sons should learn how it is done. "Why do I need to know that?" one asked. I explained that eventually they would have their own cars and would need to know how to do basic maintenance.
"Can't my wife do it?" asked my eight-year-old.

When I asked my biology class what the opposite of evergreen was, there were a few moments of puzzled silence before a small voice piped up, "Nevergreen?"

My seven-year-old cousin Allen told me his best friend was Casey. I asked him if Casey had any brothers or sisters.
"No," he replied. "He's single."

LOLLLLLLLLLLL. This is just too cute x3

Monday, August 4, 2008


I wonder whether this is scary.

Do you think it's scary?

I think it's scarier than my Teddy Bear one. (:

The Lavender House on Lavender Hill

Owls hooted and bats awoke from their slumber. The full moon shone brightly, casting shadows on the ground.

I gulped, staring at the dark, dank house in front of me. It was located at the peak of Lavender Hill, just a slight slope that towered over the other houses, the only house there. It used to be a light lavender, hence the name “Lavender House on Lavender Hill”. The family that stayed there was a happy and close-knitted one. The father and mother, along with their twins, Cedric and Celeste were very well-known and liked in their neighbourhood. Unfortunately, Cedric and Celeste passed away suddenly one day. The parents of the twins secluded themselves and no longer met with their neighbours; there had not even been a funeral for the twins. It was weeks later when the townsfolk finally realised that the parents had abandoned the house. No one ventured near the house ever again, saying that it was haunted.

I suddenly felt light-headed, and for the hundredth time that night, I wondered what I was doing here. I forced myself to take a deep breath, overcoming my vertigo, remembering the dare my archenemy had challenged me to.

“I dare you to take an excursion to Lavender House! I bet you’d chicken out.”

“Hah! I accept the dare; you’ll be bowing before me this time tomorrow.”

“You’re on, girl.”

At that time, it was all just bravado. As I regarded the dilapidated house before me, I shivered. It was creepy even in broad daylight. Why did I choose to visit it at night? I groaned. All the confidence and courage I had was vanishing by the second. I contemplated on turning back, back to the safety and warmth of my house, but my pride kept me from turning tail. There was no way I would admit defeat to my rival, I decided grimly. She’d have me grovelling at her feet if I backed out now.

I swung open the little gate, wincing as it grated against its rusty joints and hurriedly stepped onto the unkempt grass before my courage deserted me completely. I forced myself through the long grass and intertwined weeds and finally reached the rotting door. With trembling hands, I grasped the doorknob, praying that it was locked.

I turned it. It didn’t budge; it was locked. I let out a breath I had not realised I was holding, feeling relieved. Letting out a short bark of laughter, I stuffed my hands into my pockets. I’m such an idiot, I thought to myself, of course it’d be locked! I grinned and took a step forward, heading for the gate.

Suddenly, I heard a soft ‘click’. I froze and my grin slid off my face faster than water sliding off a duck’s back. Willing myself to not give in to my instincts to run, I turned around.

The door slowly creaked open, as if beckoning me in. A soft giggle reached my ears. I whipped around, my eyes narrowing. I saw nothing.

“Weird.” I scratched at my ears, wondering whether my over-imaginative mind was working on an overdrive again. This is what I get for reading too many horror stories, I admonished myself. With a little hesitation, I stepped into the house. The air was stale and so very, very cold. I pulled my sweater around me tighter and breathed out. It was getting hard to breathe. I blinked when my breath fogged up in front of me. Was it that cold? I glanced down and was surprised to find mist steadily enveloping me. I felt the goose bumps rise and my skin prickled uncomfortably. Quickly, I spun around to exit the house when the door slammed shut on its own accord.

“Must have been the wind,” I laughed uneasily, my laughter sounding foreign and shaky.

I steadied my quivering self and placed a clammy hand on the doorknob. I was about to turn it when I heard another giggle, coming from behind me. For the second time that night, I froze. I squeezed my eyes shut, but it was no use. I had definitely heard a giggle. Never leave your back exposed, the wise words from so many Crime and Investigation stories came to my mind. I twisted around and screamed.

In front of me stood a pale, ghastly figure of a little boy. Where its eyes should have been were just empty sockets. He was smiling a mischievous smile, but it looked just malicious to me. I stood rooted to the spot, terrified beyond my wits. The spectre opened its mouth and in a slow, almost musical voice, said, “Why did you scream? No one can hear you. It’s just me and Celeste. And you.”

A drop of sweat slid down my temple. Sweat? A part of my mind registered the thought. In this temperature?

I heard another giggle and another figure emerged from the mist. It was a girl. Her hair was frizzled and her eyes were just empty sockets too.

“See, Celeste? I told you another would come,” the boy turned to the girl.

Celeste smiled, and the air around me grew suddenly colder. “Cedric is right. Celeste is so very happy. Celeste wants to be friends with the pretty girl.” She started approaching me.

The sudden fear of death jerked me from my paralysis. I wrenched the door opened and flew out of the compound, adrenaline making me run like never before. I cast a glance back and saw the twins standing in the doorway, their smiles causing the hair on my skin to stand on edge. They soon faded into the darkness, and the door slammed shut once more.

I continued running and only when I could see the house no longer did I slow down to catch my breath. I was panting heavily, shaking ever so slightly. Being rather down-to-earth, I managed to calm myself down. Yet this odd feeling welled up in me and I shuddered involuntarily.

I looked up, and immediately leapt back. I bit back a scream. The twins were in front of me! I broke into another sprint, but only got two metres before I collapsed onto the ground, exhausted. I turned, facing the spectres.

Cedric’s smile sent shivers up and down my spine. “I still do not know why they flee. We just want to play, that’s all.”

“No matter. Celeste likes this pretty girl. Can Celeste keep her?” Celeste tugged at her brother’s sleeve.

“Sure, Celeste. Whatever makes you happy. Though she’s rather ugly when she screams…”

Celeste clapped her hands in glee, a hollow sound that echoed despite the objects surrounding them. She reached out her arms and they came towards me. I scampered backwards until my back hit a tree. I pressed myself against the bark of the tree as they neared me. Celeste and Cedric were so close now; I could make out a mole under Celeste’s right eye socket. They came nearer and nearer… I shut my eyes tightly.

A scream pierced thought the night, scaring birds into flight.

--My scream.

© Christine Ling, 2006

I wrote this in Primary 6, I think.

I have such a twisted and sadistic mind. Oh my.

Anyway, look what I found! I love this poem.

Exam Oh Exam

Exam is nearing,
Jantung is jumping,
Tidur take reti,
Hati tak happy,
Makan pun empty,
Kenyang pun hungry,
Semoga selamat,
Selamat menjawab,
Menjawab berdakwat,
Dakwat mengewap.

Exam is ending,
Otak is laughing,
Tidur pun lebih,
Hati tersengih,
Makan till puking,
Kenyang to bursting,
Already selamat,
Thank God for rahmat.

by Rebecca Lim, of the year 1997 The Looking Glass


I LOVE the 'Otak is laughing'. It just makes me laugh. I dunno why. I just laugh whenever I read that sentence. xDDD;;

Sunday, August 3, 2008

continuation of update no. 5; 12 hours since the last one!

One day, Amirah was feeling very bored.

So she drew this and passed it to Christine, who was diligently doing her Maths Homework.

Christine stared at it for a few minutes and laughed. Then she drew this and passed it back before resuming her homework-doing-spree.

Amirah promptly drew this and passed it back to Christine.

Christine then drew this and passed it back to Amirah.

Amirah said something and drew this!

In which Christine added some things.

And drew this:

Because Pacman is cool.

Anyway, Amirah responded with:

Christine had nothing to say, so she drew this:

I have forgotten the order, but it's roughly this after that.

And then Christine got tired. So moo.

This is how the whole thing looked like.

And this was the back of it:

The End.

And I brought my camera to school the other day to take some photos for my Sej.

This is my favourite photo of the day, featuring MUMMY-KINS ♥

I also took a video during recess. You can hear Ai Ping
teguring me still. Wahah!

And you heard Eleena with her, "I want a picture of our feet"?

Well, we finally took it. (:


LOL. Since everyone's talking about the City Day Street Parade, so will I.

Let's start.

I came armed to school with three fans, a big bottle of water, my handphone, my flute and myself.

Scary, I know.

Anyway. After a few minutes, Olivia arrived and we stole Evelyn's tuner.

Olivia tuned everyone but herself. It was hilarious. She tried tunning with my flute later before Lysandra saved her with the tuner. Hahahahaa.

I had forgotten the afternoon session still had school (ironic), so when I noticed them afternoon sessions, I laughed out loud.

I'm so evil. Bad Christine.

Anyway. Before we left, I didn't know what to do with my bottles and fans (because Azureen wasn't there) so I left them in the band room D: My poor little babies.

So we left. It was quite hot in the bus, but I managed to open the window quite a fair bit so I didn't suffer as much. Ho ho.

We got there and waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. For how long? I think more than an hour.

But finally, it started.

So we marched and we played and we marched and we played and I found out I suck at multi-tasking.

Whenever I concentrated on my footing (I was left marker, mind you), I forgot my notes. When I concentrated on my high notes, I forgot my footing. It was heck-a funny. xD I was like, *stumble stumble oops grin* while hoping no senior walked by me each time.

I was so lucky. Score.

Now I hope no senior reads this.

Cough hack cough.

Surprisingly, I wasn't that tired. Only my feet and right arm were aching when I reached home. Other than that, I was A-Okay.

I'm still A-Okay.

Gasp, people, gasp.

Well, it was quite fun. Val is now a Valkyrie. O ho.

That was update no. 1

Now, I got tagged, so update no. 2

If you have a choice to do anything now, what will that be?
*Doing what I'm doing now. Being on the computer. Gassp.

If you have a choice to hang out with 2 guys and 2 girls right now...who will that be?
*Guys - Artemis Fowl and Foaly (all the gadgets, gasspp!!)
Girls - Eh, [fill in the blanks here]

Who do you talk the most with in class everyday?
*Everyone that sits around me. (:
*But in most cases, it'll be 'Leena.

Where do you wish to go now?
*My room

What's your wish for now?
*I'm still waiting for my Fairy-Godmother, oiii.

Who's your best buddy?*state guys and girls*
*Everyone I've known for a long time.

Which subject do you hate the most, and why?
*Geography. Because I don't get it. (:

Which teacher do you think hates you the most?
*Eh. Ehh. Ehhh... Maybe my art teacher? I think she dun like me. (:

I tag...
- Anonymous no. 1
- Anonymous no. 2
- Anonymous no. 3

Now for update no. 3

I respond to things really differently if my mood differs. So whenever you want a response from me, it really all depends on your luck.

For example, you tell/send me a text message saying: "I feel pathetic."

On normal days, I might go,

"Why? What happened? D:"

On hyper days, I will go,

"AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAAA. Never fear for the more pathetic person is here! -basks in Christine's lameness-"

On encouraging days, I will go,

"WHAT? Who was the idiot who made you feel this way? Dude, you are ANYTHING but pathetic! Stop being so stupid! D:"

On sympathetic days, I will go,

"You poor thing; what happened? D:"

On nice days, I will give you a hug.

On moody days, I go,

"Uh huh. Yeah. Okay."


I might just not reply.

On mean days, I go,

"Wow. You just found out?"

On angry days, I go,

"Gee. Go jump off a cliff and see how you feel after that. That is, if you even can feel after that."

On super annoyedxangry days, I go,

"What does this have to do with me?"

And on b.itch days I go,

"And I care, how?"


"Do I look like I care?"

So just hope you never catch me on those days. (:

Update no.4

It was Amirah's birthday just yesterday, so go give her some cookies!

Update no. 5

I was supposed to scan some stuff to post here, but I guess I got too lazy. (: