Read. It can change your life.

wow it's kinda dusty in here *coughs*

Starry was complaining that there's nothing new for her to read in my blog anymore..

Well speaking of reading...


I was telling Anthony the other day, while I was eating his raisins, that they always remind me of one of Roald Dahl's stories, and he said


Wow I didn't know you read!

Grrrrrrrrrr.......

LAO NIANG READS K!

On the first day of school, when I was in Primary 1, all we needed to do for English class was to COLOUR Nimmy the Alien and his spaceship. (teachers take note: always conduct quality lessons k)

Wow. That was Difficult. -_- And I wasn't prepared as I didnt have any colouring material.

This girl beside me, who has been boasting to everyone that her mom teaches in the same school (so we should worship her cos she's special), took out a glorious set of colour pencils, 36 colours in all, still unused and looking very fine in their box.



I asked meekly to share her pencils, and she gave me an extremely poisonous stare!



Well what was I thinking? I was looking very plain sitting beside the Princess, with her stupid long hair tied in stupid pink ribbons, and her stupid pink My Little Pony bag. My hair was plaited with simple black rubber bands and my bag was a squarish dark blue canvas one. Obviously I wasn't good enough to share her pencils, and much less be her friend.




She handed me a GOLD colour pencil, and quickly shifted the box to her side of the table such that it was out of my reach, and started to colour. It was like:

Hey, you got your pencil. Now use it and quit bothering me.

I had to colour the entire picture in 1 colour. Nimmy, his spaceship, the grass they were standing on, the tree, the sky and the sun. And when we handed up our work, our teacher frowned at my picture and I could've sworn I almost heard a sigh, which meant

Oh wow. Another one of those retarded kids in my class this year.


Then, during recess, a classmate's mom approached our table and said to Little Miss High and Mighty, Oh wow, your mom's a teacher? You must be really smart.


She proceeded to take out a book and asked, "Can you read this?" she asked, pointing at a random word in a book.


"Eh....eh.....eh........" was the retarded reply.


I decided to kaypoh, and without missing a beat, announced,


"Cucumber"


Suddenly I was the centre of attention. And the 'teacher's daughter' was nudged out of the conversation, and later I heard that she actually ran out crying and without looking fell into a ditch and messed up her hair and was too ashamed to climb out and so lived there forever.


No. Actually, she switched schools during the 2nd week or something. Probably couldn't take the intensity of Primary 1 and went back to nursery to play with pink toys.






That incident changed my life. And hers.


Anyway, I'm proud to announce that I went to the library yesterday, after 1 year!!

When I stepped in, I felt strangely happy and at peace. That happy feeling didn't last very long cos it became too cold, and I was already wearing a cardigan! And they were complaining about shopping malls wasting energy. They should check out Marine Parade Library!



And there were adolescents sitting around in some Starbucks-wannabe cafe and reading/doing homework and chatting and looking cool while trying to keep warm by sipping 6-dollar mochas. Duh. What happened to the good old library with just books and tables and chairs and quiet people who read?


Anyway, since it was too cold to stay and browse, I picked up 6 books, 5 of which were recommended by the library, and 1 was about wedding photography.

Maybe I'll talk about the books in my next post!

(do i hear some snoring already?)