oOoo..La La.. Lala..lala...La La la.. hmm..O's sCience praCtical was a miStake!!! wart a foOl i was..after da hopeless practical answers i gave, it was time's up and was told to clean up by mS tan.. i actually spilled da oiL liquid all over, at da corner of da table! sO clumsy! ma entry proof got stained and nOw it feels and looks like hard see-thru' paper! arGH!
iT is Sin hweE's b'dae...da word b'dae was repeated millions of times in ma ear! b'dae song was sang a million times in a day! haha..
anyway, juz received a msg from ma netball cum primary skoOl fren, audrey. She told me there ish a netball game between Singapore and Sri Lanka! haiz..dun tink i'll be able to make it on time as she told me juz one hour before da starting time..
feeLs sO tired..

17 fiction -rOmeO & julianne-

the woman who answered the knock was a vision of ethreal perfection. Long, black hair cascaded down to creamy shoulders. Her huge, doe-like eyes stared in surprise at her unexpected visitor.....twO blaCk poOls of liquid onyx.
Her visitor saw the emotion that betrayed itself in her eyes. Fear. Rightly so, although the poor woman would not know why, thought the visitor. Not a trace of recognition.
"Julianne," she uttered.
"how do you know ma name?" The reply was a pathetic squeak, trembling with fear.
"doesn't matter, does it?" she said, matter-of-factly. You won't live to find out, Jualianne.
She stepped un-invited into the apartment - tastefully furnished, bearing signs of Julianne's success in life. Straight As thru skoOl, class president, talented actress. She breathed the air ard her deeply. She could almost smell the fortune. She always had everything, i had absolutely nothing.
"wonderful, still as lovely as ever, both you and your house," she said.
An alomst audible shudder coursed thru Julianne. Who was she? How did she noe anything? Her presence was terriying. Julianne felt her cool, confident facade collapse. There was soemthing about her. She tried to tell herself her fear of this woman was unreasonable - she did not even noe her. She willed herself to ask her to leave, but she could not seem to move and besides, this woman didn't look like she would listen. Julianne felt an aura abt the woman that boded ill. She knew she should run- straight to the police, but yet she stood, paralysed.
Strange. Julianne had always been self-assured, confident. Yet she simply stood there. Perhaps she noes wart is coming after all.
Julianne felt her throat constrict. She looked down -steel, sharp and glinting...her flawless features reflected. A hand had snaked her way about her throat, quickly and suddenly.
"take everything, juz leave me, i won't breathe a word," cried Julianne in desperation, her fear bearing down on her senses with a vice-like grip.
"Ah, that's where you are wrong, Julianne. I'll take nothing, only you," said the woman softly.
"why? wart did i do? why me?" Julianne repeated her questions again and again. She tried to scream for help, but her voice was nothing but a hoarse croak.
"it's no use, Julianne. You can't scream. You're too afraid. you've done too many bad, bda things and it's all coming back. It's all coming back."
"who are you? why me?"
"julianne, julianne....you really don't remember anything, do you?