Hello!Today my siblings went to a compulsory Adam Khoo workshop.

First,do you know what side of the brain are you?Um,you know what i mean,though its coming out wrong.Many people say that if you are a left hander,you are right-brained.And vice-versa.

But my brother said the trainer at the workshop dismissed this concept.The trainer said that those people whose pencil boxes are filled with a lot of pens,rulers,sciccors etc(uneccesary or extra items) are right brained.

The trainer also said that if your table/room very messy,and your mother tells you to clean up,you complain,"Har,later cannot find my things leh!" or something like that,you ARE right brained.

Left brained people are vice versa.(Which means they have a relatively neat room/table and a relatively flat pencil box with only the necessities.)

Left brained people are good in logic,maths,linearity,language,sequence and analysis(is this fair?:O).

Right brained people are good in rythm,creativity,imagination,dimension,colours,and holism.

You know what?Based on the above criteria,i can say i am right brained.Plus i am left handed,so whether the widely known concept is correct or not,its a no-brainer(koped from Mr Tan.Ya,free and easy friday).

But the biggest factor that led me to believe i am a person with a right brain is about the pencilbox and messy room thing.

Everyday i go into my room and see my desk stacked with tons of worksheets and textbooks that were carelessly put when i pack my timetable,and see my sister's oh so clean table that says 'If you put something on my table it won't stay coz my owner's gonna tidy it up'(It didn't really say this,but it meant this),it reminds me of how right brained i am.

Yes.I'm a right brained person.And i love that i am left handed.Welcome diversity!

Hi there.

Today i'm gonna talk about-nothing.

Really,i would really like to say a bad word.Really really truly but i can't allow myself to do it.But this is a post dedicated to nobody but about bad words.So.

FUCK.

TO HELL WITH IDIOTS.POSERS.

Effing world.

I really don't know how to live properly in this world.

The explored life is not so great after all.

CRAP.

Friggin' crap.

Yesterday morning upon reaching school Janet said she had a stomacache,so she told me to help her buy tissue.I took two 10cent coins and rushed to the first floor toilet.

But too bad cannot use 10cents,so the cleaner aunties/ladies gave me change(Thanks!) and out came 3 packets of tissues.

I am the luckiest girl on earth.So the one of the cleaner aunties took one,i took one,and Janet took one:D

Science test is over.It feels like MYE is over,like 'Phew'.Though i didn't study much,admittedly.

Mood:Happy

Song:Black and Gold/Sam Sparrow

Yesterday evening my brother and I went downstairs to play squash.

We were first timers and were really quite lousy.We even got a squash ball stuck in the wall:D ,then the sweet security guard told a teenager(18/16+)wearing red board shorts(who was watching us play,to my embarrssment)who had just come up from swimming to help us take the ball.So he went to the playground upstairs and climbed or used a stick to prod the ball out.

Then i saw that he had worn back his shirt.Quite tanned la,he.Tall,and also have a medium strong build.

Then very funny,his eyes got goggles marks:D:D!!!

But he was very kind to help us take the ball.I mean,we didn't even know him.We were playing at the court for 6-7,he at 7pm.

Then after he had helped us take the ball,he stood outside the glass of the court and peered in to observe us.Imagine my embarrassment!!!

Then i think he could not take it anymore(bcoz our skills were so bad?),he walked in,took my racket,and taught my brother.He quite good in squash.

Then after teaching,he adruptly left.Just gave me my racket and went out the door.LOL!

So that was it.Today i'm gonna go play squash again.At 9am to 10 am.

P.S P.S The squash court in Ballota Park is smaller than the one in Avila Gardens.SOBB!!!!

Mood:Angry

Song:Misery Business/Paramore

I need a breather.Feeling so damn fed up now.

I don't know what to think.Why am i so influenced by what others say?What others do?

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