1st grade! I got suspended for biting this boy’s hand when he tried to take my HELLO KITTY eraser. OH HELLS NO! NOT THE SANRIO MERCHANDISE!!! >;O

He was such a baby, started crying and I didn’t even break the skin.

Pansy.

So i went to the store, and grabbed as much candy bars as i could and tried to pay the guy with my monopoly money… well he got pissed off at me and called the cops, and at that moment my parents ran into the store and yelled at me for running away, and stealing chocolate bars…then about 5 minutes later the cops showed up.. they all laughed at me, and i cried… i was grounded for the first time, when i was 6 cause of the “Monopoly Incident”

A couple of years back, I went to buy the newly released Volume 30 of Naruto. Went into the CROWDED shop and there were none on the shelves. Thus, I asked the guy behind the counter for one. He handed me a copy. It was then I realized I had no money in my wallet. So I handed it back to him and told him to keep it for me while I borrowed some money from my mother. ( We were out shopping and she was waiting for me at a nearby cafe)

The guy grunted, and I saw him place it on the shelf beside him before I left. When I came back with the money minutes later, I asked for the comic. Instead of taking it from the shelf, he kept insisting he saw me take it home- WITHOUT PAYING.

The trouble was at it’s peak when he picked up his cellphone and wanted to call the police. The guy kept on saying I was a shoplifter, even when I insisted I did not take it. I think I got hysterical by the fifth ‘I returned it to you’. xD Everyone was staring.

Just when I was about to burst into tears ( or call my lawyer), I remembered the comic was on the shelf. And pointed it out in the loudest tone possible. Everyone turned to the said comic. Then the guy muttered that he remembered now: I did hand it back to him, he had forgotten about it.

I could finally leave the shop, then- without any suspicion.

Well… there you go! Was that too long?

Until, of course the day that I was on top of it and I fell. That wouldn’t have been too bad, except for the fact that when I fell, I accidentally took about two of the glass slats with me. So they became shattered and I cut my head. My brother called our nanny, who called my parents, who then rushed me to the hospital to have my head stitched up. My parents sort of reprimanded me because of my carelessness and also because I didn’t listen to my nanny. But I guess they think that my 6 cm. long scar at the back of my head is punishment enough.

My family had been invited over to a party at one of my brother’s friend’s house. He had been told to wear a bathing suit because they were going to swim in the pool out back. After they splashed around for an hour or so they were starting to wrap up the party. My parents handed my brother a towel to dry off with; he wrapped himself tightly in the towel and stood there listening to conversation near the pool. Being devious at that point, I took my lead and shoved him backwards into the pool. With tears in his eyes, he thrashed to stay afloat(he was seven and in 5 ft water). My mother screamed at me and scolded, making a huge scene. Although I regret it to this day, it was rather funny to see my parents fish the crying boy from deep end. *innocent smile*

I was like totally freaking out inside. But somehow I made it sound like I’m responsible, and that they weren’t clear.

Where to? The dock of course. More specifically, the dock with boats tied to it. We came across this particularily pretty swan boat and next thing I knew we were all aboard and off. Now, seven people on one swan boat…do not ask how that happened and I won’t try to explain it.

It was pretty dark and we were paddling in a random direction when two of my male friends decided it would be a clever idea to climb on top of the swan’s head. Now, this might have worked if they went one at a time but no, they had to go at the same time. What should happen next but the snapping of the swan head, followed by the flipping over of the boat itself and all seven of us in the cold, cold water.

We swam back to shore, with the broken boat in tow. Soaked, cold, peeved and having to explain how we managed to break a boat, we were not a happy group. Oho, but our unhappiness was nothing compared to our parents’. Let’s just say, some of us are still facing the reprecussion of their unhappiness.

I stood in the middle of the road and shouted that if they wanted to kill each other, they would have to kill me X_X …then after a few heated minutes they left for home. so the two factions left the party and I slightly collapsed and said “well, at least no one got hurt” ….

We continued the party XD

Good times~

My voice sounded almost exactly the same!!

So they’re all quiet, and I say, “I’ll like to thank everyone, but I’m afraid I can only thank one person and one person only – ME!!”

…yeah… I have more, but I’ll say later… xD

I was chosen and asked by the school to participate in the news writing section in a journalism contest, the Quintin Yuyitung Awards. So, we had to attend this seminar thing about news writing, before the contest proper, and I didn’t even take notes at that seminar while all the other contestants were scribbling their notes away. Even when the speaker started talking about Faye San Juan, I just sat there and listened. When the time for the contest proper came, the topic that we were supposed to write a news article about was none other than Faye San Juan. I sort of panicked right then and there( something along the lines of this guy: or maybe this one: ), while the other people were writing and referring back to their notes. But I did get myself together and wrote up an article from what I could recall from what the speaker said.

I got an Honorable Mention in News Writing (English) for that, and up to this day, I still wonder why I got that award. More of a lucky moment of glory thing, though…

So on the day of the results when I had passed all my exams and gotten the results I wanted, I walked over to her and showed her the results.

There was nothing better right then proving to someone that no matter what they thought of me, they would never actully know me.

When I was around three years old, my mom came home from work and found me “reading” a book. She thought I was just playing with it and looking at the pictures instead. So she went and asked me to read whatever word she pointed to in the page I was looking at, thinking I wouldn’t be able to read it. And I was able to read it all by myself. I showed her!

Well, when we had our thesis proposal, her group (3 members) re-proposed (meaning, they had a second proposal), and got a grade of 1.5 (which has the highest that time). She asked me what my thesis was about, and had the gall to call it boring! >O I just let it pass, though.

When I proposed my thesis (I did not have to re-propose it again, and yes, I’m alone in my thesis), I did not proclaim my grade, but then she came to me and asked anyway. I told her my grade was 1.3. Her face was like *shocked* then something like an “O~kaaay…” smile. It was interesting to see her reaction on how my “boring” thesis got a higher grade than hers.

I would like to have the ability to travel in time. There are so many things that I am curious about from the past that I would like to see. Who wouldn’t want to follow Confucius or Aristotle around and ask them questions? (Language barriers aside…) What about see what color a T-rex really was? What if I could go see if there really was a Trojan horse?

And I’ve been reading a lot of world history lately, and I’m always saddened by the amount of people who get caught up in the currents of change and end up being tossed aside and dying alone in jail cells or ditches. I wouldn’t want to change the past, but maybe I could just sit with them so they wouldn’t have to die alone….

On a lighter note, maybe I’d go back in time so that I could see Miyavi at his last indies live at Nihon Budakan. ^_^; The possibilities are endless…

The first thing I’ll do is go to an anime convention cosplayed as someone with a huge heavy weapon. They have rules against people bringing in metal weapons… but what about those of blood? Of course… I’m hoping this power includes the amplification of a drop of blood… because otherwise, I’d die from blood loss just making my weapon.

I would like to hold my breath in the midle of my opponent’s attack and then have every around me freeze in time and I could see what he/she is doing, thus having time to think about how I was going to parry or avoid the attack!

NEAT!!! I would try not to do it too often- (its more fun when you are losing sometimes- it makes you try harder lol!) but it would be soooo useful when it comes to competitions!!!!!!

I wish I had those powers!

so, yeah. i would like to be a voice in his head. yup, that’s a crazy cool power.

Always train at night outside near a cemetery, by cutting twigs in half and trying to kill mosquitoes in the DARK !!!!

Sadly, the first thing I’d do after getting such a power would be just to remember the birthdays of my family members! That’s how bad my memory is. Ugh, names and numbers….

Um, on our sports carnival week, some policeman’s son tipped jelly into the pool. Tons of it. The jelly half-set, ’cause it wasn’t enough, but even so, no-one knew. The first race is the blindfolded novelty games, which are awesome. Anyhow, we couldn’t tell that there was jelly in the pool – it blended in, incognito – and the kids leapt. Now, picture six contestants half-submerged in this wobbling, badly-set jelly, legs flailing.

Bliss xDD.

To make matters worse, one of the kid who set up the prank’s mates actually chewed his way through it. But that’s not the end … definitely not. When they got out, it turned out that he had mixed some fast-acting gel agent to make the jel as hard as rocks and unable to come off. Now, picture six, faintly glowing, smelly, wobbling jelly-covered people … in their swimming-suits.

Bliss, bliss xDD.

And that’s not even the end yet! The policeman’s son then called his dad (he was in y.12, getting out next year, so it didn’t matter) and panickedly informed his dad that his school was housing glowing aliens, and the SWAT team needed to get down here A.S.AP. Finally, picture this; a panicked dad hauling six glowing ‘aliens’ away and an annoyed principal who was trying to protect her students.

B-l-i-s-s.

Ah, that was so funny. The y.12 policeman’s son didn’t get off lightly for calling the police – I believe his car was sold, he was put on detention for the rest of his school days and grounded for hell knows how long, but still, it was funny. Mind you, it might’ve been okay to just stick to emptying jelly into the pool…

*The chocolate laxative muffins made my maths teacher need to go really bad near 3 o’clock- and by the time she got back the class had already left!

But it’s over now.

In our high school, the teachers were really strict and our class was really naughty, so naturally there was disaster whenever someone tried a prank.

This one, one that happened during a Quran class (holy book for Muslims) led to four suspensions and a teacher in tears. I almost got in the thick of it which is why I never forgot it.

Okay, so…we were all reading, when halfway through the class our teacher went outside. All of a sudden, noise broke out and people started to pass something around the class. I was at the front and paid it no mind as it was quite normal for that to happen when any teacher walked out and this one was very strict about talking…

But I noticed something weird going on with the two girls behind me. Thinking they were talkinga bout me and choosing to ignore (I got teased a lot in High School) I turned bakc to the front til the teacher came back.

Soon as we all got quiet again, a loud ‘fart’ ruptured the air. The teacher shot out of her chair and created a giant uproar as to who did it; she could tell it wasn’t a natural passing of gas, pretty sharp woman.

Anyways, the girl she suspected was the one behind me and she denied it, saying it was her stomach. Then the teacher searched her bags and found a ‘whoopie cushion’.

It turned out, while she was gone, they had been planning it out, and passing it around. Four girls got suspended, the headteacher was brought to the class and we were all repriminded on where we were and what we were doing (in the religious sense).

I was one of the people they were going to pass it too, it turned out and I was so shocked to hear that. (I was a real goody-goody and the thought of being in so much trouble scared me to death!!) But they decided not to risk it with me as they thought I would ‘grass’ on them. XD;;

Needless to say, those girls never dared cross that teacher again. ^^;;;