Sugar Rush

You know what this is? Diabetes. Seriously. Go check out diabetes on the net. This is the diabetes sign. Why am I talking about diabetes?

Let me fill you with sugar-Wait, that didn't come out right.

I meant, let me fill you in on the sweet stories of the past few days.

Monday, 21st July
The First Experience

Dear Sugardiary,

The Leo Club in school was having a food sale. A sale of sugar. The theme/name of the sale was SugarRush.

The moment I saw the stalls at the back of the canteen, I remembered the announcement about the candy sale that they made last week.

I rushed to the back of the canteen, leapt and clapped with joy, and bought myself a stick of 3 marshmallows. They were good. Soon, others started buying things and the stalls were jammed. I took sugar after sugar from everyone willing to spare me some.

In the end, I had 3 marshmallows, a handful of fizzy colas, a cotton candy, mentos, nata de coco, and many others.

Just you wait. The sugar had just begun.

Tuesday, 22nd July
Diabetes, Anyone?

Dear Sugardiary,

The sale is still on. The intake of sugar is reaching an alarming level. Mervin bought cotton candy during break AND lunch, which I shared with him.

I also bought a bag of popcorn, which I consumed about 3/4 of in 10 minutes. After that, we enjoyed the effects of having more than one fizzy cola in our mouths.

Then the sugar rush began. We giggled like schoolgirls, and sang "Sugar, sugar... Oh, honey, honey... You are my candy girl..."

Wednesday, 23rd July
An Aftertaste

Dear Sugardiary,

The Sugar Rush food sale has ended. Now what?

Sugar, we miss you. Oh, sweetums, where'd you go? How could you leave me to deal with the bitter taste of everyday life without your sweetening solutions?

I sit with my head down, swaying from side to side. I look down upon my empty palm, and see the mountain of fizzy colas that smoothed my rough touch with sweet, tender, kisses just only the day before. I try to eat the sweets, but just before it hits my tongue, the cold hard, truth hits me.

There is no more fizzy cola. No more cotton candy. No more marshmallow. No more Sugar Rush.

All we are left with is a harsh reminder of how everything you love is eventually digested and excreted, never to be eaten again.

But even as that sweet substance leaves us, its wonderful aftertaste we shall never forget.

I salute you, sugar.

Jun Shern Out.

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Some Things Were Never Meant To Be Revealed

The title of this post has no relevance whatsoever to what is about to be written.

Imagine me and you, I do.

I think about you day and night;
It's only right to think about the girl you love,
and hold her tight, so happy together.

Stuff have been going on. Lotsa stuff. And everyday, school is like, wow. W-O-W. Concert time is brilliant, don't you agree?

I mean, at first I was pretty miffed at being separated from my friends, and getting stuffed into a form 1 populated dance. But these guys are pretty fun to be with.

Besides, I'm making new friends. Are you proud of me, mommy?

We miss classes everyday, and have concert practices for more than half the day. And when we're not practicing, either we're in class acting like it's post-ex, or we're sneaking off to the hall to watch the rehearsals(There are also those times when the teachers come in and teach, but who wants to talk about THAT?).

Please, don't let this be the end,
it's everything I am,
everything I want to be.

I saw a headline today: "Twisters Hit Malaysia"(or something like that, I can't find the newspaper anymore) My first reaction was: NO WAY, we don't get twisters around here!

Then, I unfolded the bottom half of the paper, and saw a man holding a Tortilla sort of roll. My mind instantly flashed back to a certain incident that happened during dance practice...

*Radio crackles for a moment, then lands on a legible station*

"...so the caller has to identify how many "Toasted Twisters" are in this sentence... the winner will win a free Toasted Twister from KFC..."

*The class is silent, everyone waiting for the sentence*

"Here it is, listen closely: ToastedTwister-ToastedTwister-ToostiesTwister-ToastedTwister-ToastedTwinster-ToastedTwister."

"Three!"
"No, Four!"
"It's Three la dong!"
"It's four, genius!"

Personally, I guessed four.

*The caller answers the question*

"..Umm, I think it's either four or three.."

"So what is your answer?"

"Umm, I think I'll go with three..."

*people groaning all around the class*

"I'm sorry, but that answer is incorrect. The answer is actually four."

"Oh, okay."

"Thank you for calling, anyway."

Follow your heart,
let your love lead through the darkness.
Back to a place you once knew,
I believe I believe I believe
in you.

I think this year's concert will be way better than last year's. The theme is better, anyway. I have a song stuck in my head. It's name is I Believe, by Celine Dion and Il Divo. It's one of those catchy concert songs.

Unfortunately, my Limewire isn't working so well, and I can't download the song.

I'm also tired of doing this post. Goodbye.

Suis ton etoile
Va jusqu'ou ton reve t'emporte
Un jour tu le toucheras
Si tu crois si tu crois si tu crois
En toi

"For never was a story of more woe, than this of Juliet and her Romeo."

Jun Shern out.

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Rompin. And The Past.

Whoop-dee-do. This is me. At the beach of Rompin. It took us about five hours to get here.

Before we head straight over to the resort, here's a picture of us at the restaurant we stopped at for lunch.

The owner of the restaurant was a really nice guy, and also an old friend of Grampa's. He took us all the way out to the resort after we finished our lunch (which was really good).

Upon arrival, me and my cousin (Yee Juinn) simultaneously shouted out: "OH! PERFECT HOLIDAY!", for indeed it seemed so.


The place had amazing scenery, the weather was perfect, the facilities seemed up to standards (far more classy than I had expected), and the whole scene made the look of a travel brochure.

"Wowee" went through all our heads, as we paced back and forth impatiently, waiting for the adults to get their luggage.

Finally we (Me, Juinn, Joo Lee, Joo Ann) got down the rooms, dumped our stuff, and after awhile of indecision, headed to the beach.

This is where I started the story. At the beach.


I drew my name in the sand, being inspired by the "Yee Juinn Rocks", earlier drawn in the sand by none other than that same person mentioned in the inverted commas.

We hanged around for awhile, chillaxing in the water, then went back to our rooms.

Oh yeah, did I mention that our run-of -the-mill chalets(cha-lets) were changed into fully equipped hotel rooms when my grand uncle complained about his cha-let?

We enjoyed the air-con, HBO and Lilo And Stitch that the new room had to offer while eating Mr Potato and Pringles. Now, THAT's living.


We found our little Singaporean cousins going to the beach too, so we went down to the beach again.

This time, we spent more time in the water, playing with starfish(Throwing the starfish as far as we can towards the ocean and shouting "Shooooootingg Starrr!").

However, I must have been a little too cruel to the starfish, cos I got GROUNDED(hint hint). Haahaaaa. Lame.

You're grounded!

Our fun was interrupted. Very rudely. Not to mention illegally, too. There were robbers at Joo Lee and Joo Ann's house, and their parents had already rushed back to Kuala Lumpur.

The scene rather took a bit of a downturn, but couldn't let it ruin the holiday, could we? We went ahead and had our dinner, which was also amazing. My face is blocked by Cincau 3.


After dinner, we went back to the resort to play snooker. Needless to say, my team won both games. Haha! We went back to the room to rest. It was already past twelve then, I think.

We watched a movie about volleyball, then switched over to the Disney channel.

The time is 2 o'clock in the morning. The TV is on. Disney after Disney, we plunged through Lizzie Mcguire, That's So Raven, Black Hole High, and many more. Finally, the lights went off. And life became dark. The Boogeyman arrived.

The second day does not have much of a story to tell. The time spent at the place was brief. Too brief. We went kayaking, which was my first time, and it was tiring. We packed up and left the place for my cousin's birthday party in Melaka.

There IS, actually, one more thing I have to wrap up before I go. Joo Lee and Joo Ann's house is fine. There actually were no robbers, nothing was taken. And the maid next door apologizes for ruining their holiday with a false alarm.

All that's well ends well.

Jun Shern Out.

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I owe y'all a post. In fact, I owe y'all MANY posts. The problems are:

1. I've been busy.

2. When I haven't been busy, I've been lazy.

3. I've been waiting for my cousin to send me my pictures of the Rompin holiday, so that I can blog that.

So, I decided, no need to wait for Rompin, just do another post in the meantime.

I'm supposed to do the music one, but I'm to lazy to do that. So that can wait till next time.

Let's update on school. Begin in the morning. The morning was just another morning in school, until... Low. I'm not talking about Mr. Low, my height, nor my BM marks.

I'm talking Flow Rida Ft. T-Pain Low. During morning exercise. Can you imagine doing morning exercise with your school with Shawty got low, low, low in the background?

Us Wesleyans can. Some people liked it, I thought it was an insult. Imagine, next time they might have us dancing to... I dunno, Crank Dat (Soulja Boy), maybe?

Ugh. Anyhoo, after that particular episode, classes started and ended without much cry.

Oh, something worth laughing about was Clement's failure to appear today. Set two maths will understand. And to the other sets, here is the explanation:

Fast fact: Clement regularly skips school every Friday, because(we assume) of the double Maths class on Fridays. So Mano is sick of it.

Mano: Clement, stand up please, hold up your hand like this. Can you pledge to work harder and come to school everyday, even on Fridays?

Clement: Oh, okayyy. I pledge to- What, ah?

Mano: Work harder, and come to school everyday.

Clement: I pledge to work harder, and- What?

Mano: Come to school everyday, and do not skip any classes.

Clement: Come to school everyday. *Looks extremely pleased with himself*

And this is what happened today, which is Friday:

Mano: Aiiiiyoo, this Clement is absent again.

Today is Friday the 13th, did you know? I don't actually know the story behind it. People say it was the day Li Yang was born. Scary thought.

Back to school. Usually I hate Science class, but the last two lessons haven't been too bad, except that I've been forced to say I'm a girl, and my "True Friends" abandoned me during those lessons.

C/S was not quite C/S, since Ganesh didn't show up. So me, Jeremy, and Li Vern spent 45 minutes hanging around being bored(talking).

Hmm. Shoulda picked a more interesting day to blog about. Sorry.

Jun Shern Out.

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Sweet Symphonies Of Art

"...Fishes."

It's been a long time since I posted. Didn't feel like posting anything, because if I DID post something, it would have to be gruelingly long and contain long and tiring situation descriptions which you probably wouldn't even be interested in reading, as I have no pictures, and I find that people seem only capable to read picture books when it comes to the computer screens.
So I decided not to talk about those things today. Instead, I will open a museum. Of art. Not just the art art, but all pictures and things that may cross my path in my search of artistry.

I like browsing through pictures on the net. As long as there isn't too much pornography, which is extremely annoying when one is trying to find nice pictures and is instead greeted by that.

I'm sure you'd appreciate all the cool pictures and artistry too. Then again, you're going to have to be specific if you want nice, clean pictures appearing on your page.

I mean. Look at this. Beautiful. I can't say I know too much about art myself, but I like what I see.

And THIS. Simply breathtaking. But it isn't real, I think. Looks like a painting, when closely observed. Absolutely amazing.

From hereon forth, I will make no comments on the pictures, as they are too many to comment on all. I beseech you to look at them all, it's not too much to just click the down arrow, I hope. There are some really nice ones here.















And that's the end of today's art gallery. I've half a mind to make a music gallery next post, cos I ran across lots and lots of amazing musicians and talents on Youtube the other day. We'll see.

Jun Shern Out.

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Enter The Holiday Season

According to Google Image, this is euphoria:

The day has been great. What can I say? I don't know WHY exactly I feel so good, there has been nothing particularly head-bangingly wonderful.

Maybe it's the new ink pens.

Maybe it's the bear.

Maybe it's the lack of Matthews.

Maybe it's the fact that school was more unlike school today than ever.

Maybe it's the running around during a one-hour break wishing every teacher "Happy Teachers' Day" in musical tones.

Maybe it's the Ratatouille.

Maybe it's the lack of homework.

Maybe it's the starting of a two week holiday.

Maybe it's the prospect of many events throughout the holidays.

Maybe it's the prospect of concert practice after the holidays.

Maybe it's using the computer again after 3 weeks.

Maybe it's the Nando's for lunch.

Maybe it's David Cook.

Maybe it's Ironman.

Maybe it's just me.

Whatever it may be, it rocks. If you're not feeling the euphoria I'm feeling, you're certainly missing out.

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David won, in case you've been living under a coconut shell.

Yes, American Idol David. Wait. They're both American Idol Davids. Erm... I'm talking about the one that's a good singer. You know, the one who got into American Idol finals.

Hmm. Let's say I don't want to call any surnames here. How would I explain it? The winner is David. The one with a huge fanbase. The one who plays an intrument with his hands.

...I give up. You'll never get it like this. Here it is. Easy to see, easy to understand.

The one on the right. The one which is labeled "Winner". If you still don't get it, you never will.

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You know I've seen Ratatouille about 5 times? Yet it didn't kill me to watch it again today in the hall. The movie never loses its touch. Amazing.

Still, I'd have preferred to watch Ironman, as some of us were hoping.

Guess I'll have to wait till tomorrow, or Sunday. Not too long a time to wait. But still, I can't wait. Like I couldn't wait to use the bathroom while Ms Goh was giving her speech. Don't laugh. Everybody knows the feeling.

About Ms Goh, is it just me, or was she much nicer today? I mean, I'm sure Matthews would still dish out the scoldings and keep on her stern, unsmiling face throughout Teacher's Day.

I mean, Goh was smiling and laughing and joking and shaking our hands and all sorts of stuff. Next thing you know, she'd be discussing Ironman with us!

Hmmm, IronGoh. Wow. What a thought. I was meaning to make a picture of Goh as Ironman, but unfortunately, I can't find any pictures of Goh anywhere.

While snooping around the net for a picture of Goh, I found out:

Eyes on the highlighted name at the bottom, people. Then read the heading there, and observe the school crest which is NOT our school crest.

She used to be principal of St. Mary's, Kuala Lumpur. Wonder why she came here. At a lower rank, too.

Maybe she's trying to run from her old crime life.

Maybe she committed one too many crimes, and couldn't handle it. So she changed her life, and came to Wesley Methodist. Interesting.

Nevermind that rubbish. We must accept her into our lives as a good person, as long as she is willing to repent.

I'll take a breather here. Maybe I'll have something interesting to talk about next time. Hopefully.

Jun Shern out.

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Let The Good Times Roll

It's over. Finally. Over.

I don't want to dwell on the past(the past was a living hell), so let's look to the future. That is, Teacher's Day.

"Teacher's Day is just another day that we don't need to study, teachers spend more time smiling than they do scolding, and the school organizes certain events to collaborate the event."

I predict that students tomorrow morning will spy a form two boy sneaking into the school with a garbage bag as large as himself. That boy would be me.

Here's a sneak preview of WHAT exactly would be concealed within that garbage bag.

Heheh. It's Madam Grace's present, and it cost a whopping big amount. RM239, to be exact. However, a promise is a promise, and if I go to school empty handed, 31 students will be waiting with clubs and iron fists.

The picture doesn't really do it the justice it deserves. It's bigger.

Maybe the tiny chair which is squashed under the weight of the bear would give you an idea.

Let's hope she likes it.

Anyhow, I am now going to resume my holiday sessions of Linerider. Mmmm,time wastage.

Jun Shern Out.

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