today is: wednesday. LoL. Reminds me of Addams family (-_-)

Storytelling Assignment Four A Letter to Someone from the Past. Dearest Daddy, Do you remember me? Are you thinking of me now? Well I am. It’s been such a long time, I’m almost afraid you’d have forgotten me. At the same time, I’m almost sure you haven’t. Can you see us now? Do you see how all of us are doing well? Athena and Almeta are changing jobs. I sincerely hope it would be a better one than before. Crystal is in her last year in polytechnic. Did you know, we are in the same school! After being separated by enrolling in different secondary schools, we are studying in the same campus again. I’m in my first year here and trying to do well. As for mummy, I wonder if she is really happy deep inside. Sometimes, it is difficult to talk about her feelings simply because she is our mother. After losing you, I’m sure she’s had it hard on her. I don’t think things are terribly better than before but we have all grown. At the very least, things have improved slightly. I think mummy is very worried about Crystal. Would you look after her from above? I’m worried too. I hope she makes the right decisions and leads a happy life the way she wants it. As all of us have grown older, I believe we are more independent now. Still, I feel I’m not independent enough to be left alone by mummy. The only one is think is safe to be left alone is Athena, after all, she has always been the oldest, and the wisest and seldom made any of us worry. So you see, life is pretty normal for us. All I wish for is that we all make the correct decisions in life. I’m almost afraid that I’d make a simple wrong decision and cause my life to be living hell. I don’t want this to happen to anyone else either. Daddy, up there can you see me? Can you hear me if I wanted to speak to you? Can you watch over all of us? I remember when I was younger, roughly about when I was in primary five or six. Whenever I was troubled I’d go to the window and stare out into the sky. It gave me a calming effect and I’d spot the brightest star. I’d always wonder if that was you and I’d silently pour out all my troubles to that star. It may or may not be you, but it did help me feel better. I cannot remember vividly life before you left. And I’ve gotten much more used to life without you now. Rest assured, it does not mean I have forgotten you, and I never will. However, I do remember you, sitting on the piano chair near the door awaiting my arrival home from kindergarten. How warm it was to run into your lap. Even as I think back now, it gives me a fuzzy feeling. But even then, you have already begun to be ill. I guess my memory is not very good and cannot really remember anything before. After all, I was only five. Most of the things I know of you now are those told to me by my sisters or mummy. How I wish you could tell me personally more about you. How I wish I could stare at your face and into your eyes. A dad to call, a dad to hug, a dad to lean on. What kind of dad would you have been to me? To my sisters, you were a strict dad, making them do a lot of revision exercises and caned them whenever they were wrong. But you were never that way to me. Was it because I was too young? Would you have treated me that way when I was older? I think, I’m lucky in a way that I have nice memories of you, one that didn’t cane me or scold me- not that I remember anyway. Then again, I’m also unlucky in that, I didn’t have more vivid memories of you like my sisters do. I wonder if I would rather have it this way, or have you around with me and the rest of us now, but you are a strict, cane hitting daddy. I guess I would never know but I don’t need to know do I? All I need to know is that you loved me, mummy loves me now, and all my sisters love me too! I know this sounds cheesy but its true isn’t it. It doesn’t seem like just yesterday, that I was awoken by mummy, only to receive sad news. Only to walk into the master bedroom to see you lying there under the white room light, emphasizing the cold look you had. It was disbelief that I had. Being the young child I was, I went up to you and pressed my ear against where you heart was, expecting the sounds of heartbeat, only to hear none. Everything else was a blur. The funeral, the moving to my grandmother’s house, was all a blur. You were gone. It became mummy’s mother nagging at us to do our homework. We spent 6 years there before moving again to where we are staying now. Life is quite different from before. Life is acceptable now. I just wish we could all live happily together. And, I just miss you. You and the tiny moments we had as father and daughter. Those tiny moments that may be small, not very vivid but the most precious to me. Because that’s the only link I have with you. Love, Chanel yeap. that was my letter to the [ast for storytelling. well, here's what we did yesterday. we had to come up with 1 true and 1 false story. then tell the class and let them guess which is which. heres mine: 1) It was an exciting friday night, I could not wait to leave the house. By the time i reached the concert area, the place was already jam packed with people. I could see the stage lights from where i was standing. Since it was my first time to a concert, everything was amazing to me. The lights, he people, and the high atmosphere. Evrybody was chattering loudly and then we all realsied the stage lights were dimmed and they were about to start, The crowd slienced and i could feel all our anitcipation rising. I aqeezed my sister's hand and gave her a small squeal as she giggled back. The first note came and my entire body tingled in excitement. 2) It was my first time going on a real overseas trip. As in, other than going to neighbouring countries like Indonesia and Malaysia. I went to 3 places in Australia. They were all equally memorable because different events happened in each place. I went to movieworld and dreamworld in Gold Coast, and had the wildest time there. My favourite was the wipeout and the scooby doo ride. (in which point thomas said it was so me to say 'my fave was...' - right, tom! really meh ._. LoL) In sydney, my family celebrated my birthday there but that was all i liked about sydney. Melbourne was my favourite simply for their amazing buildings and cathedrals. The whole place felt so peaceful and life was slow paced. I then thought i would love to go back again. K la, kinda obvious right (-_-) yeaps. i watched Spiderman 3 today with exxie. him again. dunno what he's thinking...haix. the show was alright. quite a few cheesy moments to me. the black thing like super came out of nowhere and suddenly target peter parker. and when it got to that news photog guy he became super gross la. the teeth and the sound he makes. especially at the last part where he acted really stupid and jump in to be with that black thing and died. hmm. i dont know about the harry's dad cos i didnt watch part 2. how sad harry got disfigured cos he was quite cute lol. but he became nice! not hostile. aww. if he wasnt disfigured then it'd be perfect. and super sad. he helped spidey block and got stabbed. ouch* well, i still say i like the grandma. she was so sweet and talked to peter about mj and stuff... but really, the kiss btween spidey and blonde gal is so ... and mj was standing right there!! *heart pain* mj's singing voice doesnt convince me its really her. and everytime i hear the dramatic music when the villians n spidey were fighting i kept thinking about the thingy we learnt where music came from the scene itself. like the clip leonard showed us from godfather 2. and that they wernt doing that. but kinda cool la. the effects. haha, the beginning where harry got hit by the spider thread was sooo stupid man! HAHA. anyway. all in all. its aight. im waiting for POC 3 :))))) (((((: i strained my neck from volley yesterday. alot of cats stuff to do. have to think of story to write and WRITE 1st draft!! have to; have to; have to. all i thought of is the title. lmao. have volley again tommorrow. eeps. well, i guess thats it. another dumb entry. quite long eh. la la la *neck pain* CHANEL.