The pain has eased. The memories have faded. Yet, the sight refreshes everything.

The pain has eased. The memories have faded. Yet, the sight refreshes everything.

**The above and below are not related.**

No one knows, no one suspects. They link il to someone else. For now, I am safe from their gossip and teasing. Do I really have a true friend among the three?

My eyes follow him when he's nearby. When he arrives, my heart rejoices silently, but my mouth says something different.

No one knows, no one suspects.

Stasya

Cruel Reality

Until the 8th of November, I was totally indifferent about leaving my primary school. I had finished my Primary School Leaving Examinations a month ago, and would be going to a new school next year. I was troubled, in a way, but I was barely aware of it before. It was like a nagging problem which I didn't know how to handle, and had pushed to the back of my head where it would stay until I remembered it.
A P6 Graduation Camp was held on the 8th of November. My class had to be split up, something wihch I was extremely sore about.

Well, I joined the second group and went to Kallang, where we went Dragon Boating. It was fun, especially when members of a different boat splashed water at us whenever our two boats came close together. Of course, we retaliated by splashing water back at them. Then we went to Punggol Park, where we had some boring Team Building Activities. Then, for the grand "finale", we returned to school for dinner and the campfire. There, my class, 6A, was finally reunited.

We were given Nasi Lemak -with vegetables, much to my disgust- for dinner. It was a below average dinner...Scarcely palatable. Before that we had to change into our Camp T-Shirts.

Then came the campfire. I loved every moment of it, except the part when the ground was damp. Well, I escaped to the damp area to sit bcoz of some secret fear. Not of fire, of course. Then I returned to the dry area to sit after a while.

During the campfire, I took a good look at the faces of my classmates. Lee Peck Khee, Goh Pei Ying, Janice Tan, Tan Qian Ni, Jacqueline Choo, Adeline Chia, Samantha Tay, Tan Wei Gin, Stephanie Loh, Elaine Chen, Lena Goh, Amos Tay, Ian Goh, Travis Chia, Tay Yu Liang, Joshua Chia, Gary Chew, Woon Zong Han, Eugene Chua, Clarence Ong, Steven Yuwono, Stanley Yuwono, Ferris Utama Falisman, Sarah Tan, Delphine Toh, Look Xinqi, Valerie Sum, Jasmine Wong, Liow Xingzi, Pook Wen Kai, Kester Tan, Loi Ee Vian, Blossom Chan, Chew Zhi Xuan, Ng Sian Ching, Eng Chu Heng, Huo Dong Hui...And Lew Gui Qi, Yusaku Fukushima, Eugene Yip, and Teddy Handra Hon who were all absent at the camp. I'm noting down their names so as to increase the chances of remembering my classmates.

Then the realization hit me. I was leaving Zhonghua Primary School, leaving the classmates whom I had grown to regard as good friends. There was only a slight chance that I would ever see them again. I was leaving Zhonghua. Zhonghua had nurtured me for six years. I had seen it grow and glow, fail and succeed. It had provided me with so much warmth and care a normal family could never have given. It had instilled knowledge and values in me. And to think that in a few weeks, I would be leaving it.

Then I thought about what life would be like in my new secondary school.
-Staying back for classes almost everyday.
-Studying for so many subjects.
-Missing all the friends I made at Zhonghua.
-Missing the relaxed life in Zhonghua.
-Enduring heaps of homework.
-Perhaps even missing all the teachers who had been so homourous, so supportive...

Secondary school would certainly be a living hell. I really felt like crying once I thought of leaving Zhonghua and entering Secondary School. I'm not kidding.

I'm leaving Zhonghua. I'm leaving Zhonghua. I'm leaving Zhonghua.

Christmas Carols

People in Singapore never go caroling. Isn't it a shame? Christmas is for everyone, Christian or Non-Christian, Catholic or Non-Catholic. There's no snow in Singapore, but what's the difference?

Won't it be wonderful to go from door to door, singing merrily to lift everyone's Christmas Spirits? Besides, Christmas Carols are beautiful songs. They aren't exactly pop songs, rock n roll or the like, but they have a special air about them that distinguishes them from other songs. Songs like "What Child is This", "Silent Night", and such are simply enchanting.

Caroling is a strong way of expressing one's love for Christmas and the Lord.

Christmas is around the corner, by the way. Do try to get into the Christmas Spirit!

Loving Christmas,
Stasya

Désolé, je ne vous aime pas.

Désolé, je ne vous aime pas. Sorry, I don't like you.
C'est dommage. This is just too bad.

Has my life just gotten worse? My Saturday, 5th Nov, was ruined. Or was it 4th Nov? Whatever.

I love French. I'm going to throw myself into the French language now, and study it whole-heartedly. After all, the exams ARE over... Well, I love French. I should start a post in French tomorrow, or later on.

J'irai a la geurre. I will go to war.
D'ici peu, j'aurai un chat. Before long, I will have a cat.
J'adore des chiens. I like dogs.
Je le connais. I know him.
Il nous connais. He knows us.
Elle lui a donné ce numéro. She gave her/him this number.
Ta peré est fou. Your father is crazy. (f)
Ton peré est fou. Your father is crazy. (m)
Elle va manger. She is going to eat.

How was that?

I'd like to ride a horse on day. And when I retire, I'm going to move to Scotland, Switzerland or the countryside in some other country and tend to my garden until the day I pass on...And while I young I'm gonna write a book. Minus the modern stuff and all that, I really should have been born a few centuries ago. I'm old-fashioned. but I still like to follow certain trends.

Stasya

totally.random

Hey ya! Stasya is back in the house, and ready to...? Slip of the finger; I don't know what I'm typing. Sheepish, really. I'm just a girl. A bored girl. And bored girls like me get restless easily - Just as easily as fire burns dry paper.

24 Nov is my day of doom/bliss. Wish me luck, though my fate is already decided...Script markers are cruel. I get the jitters thinking about the steel hands marking the papers full of either knowledge or nonsense.

I told a secret to one of my friends. Not an exactly close one, so I quite regret my decision. It was a Truth or Dare game. Well...I'll clasp my hands in prayer and pray that my secret will not be the next juicy gossip in school. *crosses fingers* I'll be embarrassed if it does. Very embarrassed.

I don't like people with poor command of the English grammar. Poor grammar sucks all the way. Why can't people learn how to speak properly? For pete's sake, what DID their parents teach them?

I like to lie, remember? I'll make sure you never forget.

Truely yours, (remember that I like to lie)
StasYa

Sweet Boredom

How can boredom possibly be sweet? Trust me, I'm not lying this time. Anyway, I've never lied in my life. Before you laugh...Well, anyway...

Exams are long over and there's nothing much to do in school, 'cept for playing card games, badminton, computer lab, recess, etc. Sweet boredom!

I spend my time reading in class. When I finish reading the book, I get bored. So, I start to write. Now that's sweet, really sweet. I write all sorts of things, God knows what. When I can't think of anything to write, I get bored again. I'm a sort of kiasu person, so I don't really dare to listen to my mp3 player. Hey, who knows what the teacher might say?! I just sit on the seat and well, continue to sit. I rest my head on the table...And drift off to sleep? Nah. Don't count on it. That's sweet, although I feel bored. Sweet boredom. Do you get me? I have this feeling...no.

Whatever it is, whatever "whatever it is" means and so on...I don't know what to write anymore. Downstairs is my piano teacher. My little sis is going first, so I'll take my piano lesson later...yux. yux. yux. yux. bLuRg

Oops, gotta go. Repair man here. I've gotta...run.

Stasya

Singapore Idol Review

Ok, here goes. I never really thought about reviewing the Singapore Idol show, but considering the hot stuff it is now, I decided to do so anyway. Gosh, it's damn hot now...Oh, I forgot to on the fan. n.n

Maia - She's out already, spitty...She's a really good singer.

Sylvester - Cute, yea. Talented? Suppose so...He's ok.

Leandra - w00t! You go girl! -I simply adore her. She has the looks, the good voice, the moves, the fame...Whoa.

Taufik - He and Leandra look so cute together. Anyway, ahem...He's like Leandra. Good looks, good voice, etc.

Olinda - Sure, she can sing well but...Something's missing. I mean, her looks don't fit the idol criteria. Not that there's
one, but you understand me, right? She's NOT UGLY. I mean...I just don't know how to explain it, period.

Christopher - He has the name of a Singaporean actor. So what?! He can't sing, and delivered a perfectly awful
rendition of that disco song or whatever. He should be out. Looks department, yeah. Singing? No.

Daphne - Ok, I'm going to say this once and for all. SHE AIN'T GOT THE LOOKS. Singing? She has a nice, a little
husky yet powerful voice that's nice but...SHE AIN'T GOT THE LOOKS.

Done! I love it. My masterpiece!

I like to lie.

I'm no pessimist, and I'm not lonely either. I made everything up. Then again, I like to lie, so you can never tell when I'm telling the truth... Anyway, PSLE is over, and I'm like SO nervous. I'm afraid, really afraid. Try taking the Science paper. il est infernale...It was hellish. I speak French, you know. I lie a lot, too. I don't believe in crushes either. Don't forget that I lie a lot. I love to think of myself as Anastasia Romanov. You probably don't know who she is if you don't bother to do some research. I always wonder if school is a torture chamber. Apart from the delicious food in the canteen...everything is downhill. I'm an OPTIMIST, by the way. Forgive me. Everything is mixed up today.

WHO LIKES "THE WITCH OF BLACKBIRD POND" ?

Forgive me once more. I'm nutty, but I know lots of other people who should be chucked away in the loony bin. But still, I mean it. Once more I shall announce, does any one like "The Witch of Blackbird Pond"? It's a book I love, a lot.

Historical fiction rocks my world. So do Avril Lavigne, Hilary Duff and Raven Symone. You might not know the latter, but now you do.

A Piece of My Life

She is alone. Getting along well with all her classmates, yet not finding true friendship in any of them. Those neighbours of hers whom she addresses as true friends are not friends, but merely companions. A boy whom she barely knows has caught her attention.

She indulges in books, finding them as her only friends, preferring the life of sweet fantasy to that of cruel reality. Having lost trust in her so called friends, there is no one she can confide in. Every night is a painful one to endure, without even faint memories of true friendship.

Friendship? Easy to find. True friendship? Near impossible.

My above sentences are not at all dramatic. In fact, they are real. I'm sure there're also other loners like me out there, so cheers to you all!

Pessimism

I'll start with the fact that I'm a failed pessimist. I've tried so hard to look on the dark side of stuff, but there doesn't seem to be anything bad about sitting in front of the computer, posting this post, when I could be outside cycling in the cool comfort of the night air. Sigh...Hey! I actually found something to curse. One point for the failed pessimist. Ok,so THAT was lame. I'm lying. I'm NOT allowed to cycle outside at night in the cool comfort of the night air...Oh wow, I'm actually telling the truth now, and I found something to curse! I'm NOT allowed to cycle outside at night! Whee, THAT's something to be pessimistic about. But then again, my life, I have to admit, is pretty good. So in the end, I'm a failed pessimist and an unwilling optimist.

A rather kinky post, isn't this? Well, it's still a pretty good way to start off this blog. Don't you notice that the first posts of each and every blog is SO lame, mostly because the blog owners are telling people about themselves. Stupid people. I won't waste time doing THAT. You can just ask me, and I'll answer. Why stick all that junk about ourselves onto the blog when people might not even want to ask you about yourself?