"The light flared brighter and brighter. Then, gradually, the flames dissipated. The carmelango was gone. Whether he had collapsed behind the balustrade or evaporated into thin air was impossible to tell. All that was left was a cloud of smoke spiraling skyward over Vatican City."
I remembered reading that paragraph from my book before Ms Low knelt next to me and told me that I have to go up front for my Model Student certificate. I didn't want to go up. If I go up, people will go: "What the hell. Maliah again? Slut." I write for the school. I'm an MC. I'm a rep for Malay, Arithmetic and Food and Nutrition. I'm a PL for GG. Ironically, I don't want to be one of the main characters in the film. I want to be an extra; only needed in the background to make the scene look real. Being a main character would mean people are more likely to talk about you than a nerd, an extra. And if I'm a main character, do people really want me to be a main character? I don't know and 55% of me doesn't want to know. The truth hurts. A lot.
It cheered me up that Mr Ng remembered me and smiled at me. Insignificant yet significant. Thank you, Mr Ng.
My certificate and the gift Mr Shafie gave me for a job well done.
Thank you, Mr Shafie!
The PET Rocket well, rocked. By the way, no pun intended.
I paired up with Wani! Wani, you rock.
Nadia and Jamie, you rock too;
it's fun building rockets with you people.
From 2/7 to 3/6. We miss you a lot at 3/5 and 3/8, you know!
Nisa, Nisa.
1. Nadia's rocket named Sammy.
2. I envy Nadia; she's creative and can draw!
Launching the rocket.
Soaked from the launch.
I ♥ 29126.
The world from an ant's eye.
It's cool sitting next to Jessica.
My Chinese surrogate self and the cutest girl I've met in my life,
Charmaine Theng!
I'm glad I sit next to Charmaine in class.
Anyway, I have exactly 1 week and 1 day to write my GPA entry and I haven't even started on it. I still have my 100-word autobiography to write to send with my entry. What am I going to write on? I have no inspiration in my head now. Even now, it's in pieces and not enough to fabricate even a paragraph, idea or storyline. This is Art but not Art. You know how Art students say that they have to come up with and develop an idea for Art and actually doing it is hard, as in hard? Writing's no different.
Billie brought up all that food on his own;
he's going to be a very fat, furry ball.
P.S. I think the lady who sold Billie and Beanie lied to my family; they fight. I think.
