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.