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on Friday, April 27, 2007,10:14:00 PM

Oh My God. Everybody guess what? I won the (I was the first today!) $100 Avril Lavigne CD hamper! On 987 FM! How crazy is that?

It was on the D&Y show, and they played this recording of Avril Lavigne saying: "I can cook -bleep- dishes, I can cook middle Italian dishes..." and you're supposed to guess what she said behind the bleep. My first two choices that I sent were 'many' and 'extravagant' which were wrong. Then I thought hard. I remembered that Avril Lavigne was kind of vegetarian. So I sent that answer in three times and they didn't mention it!

Then before they played a song they said, "Oh, and here's a clue: it starts with 'v'" and I was like "Ohmigod! Yes!" Then like, after that some 'Unknown' person showed up on my cellphone's caller ID and I knew it was them.

Crazy right?!

on 1:59:00 PM

Who the hell said so? You?

Ohmigod, I cannot stand it anymore lah!

I have a right to what I write. I have a right to my compositions. I have a right to who copies what. And I have a right to say that I don't want people to plagiarize. Not my teacher. Not no one. Got it? 'Cos everything is fucked up. FUCK. HEAR ME? FUCK.

How can my classmate copy off my composition 99.9% and be credited? And this isn't even about her grades. I don't give a fuck what kind of goddamn grade she gets. It's about my rights. Who the fuck gave her the right to plagiarise and get away with it, huh? Huh? Who gave her the rights to copy off my composition? WHO THE FUCK?

How come my teacher thinks I should be flattered? Huh? How come? What is this world turning into? Huh? Is it being dominated by retards? Huh? Why does she insist that this is learning? Huh? How come? How come she thinks I should let her copy off me? Huh? Fuck, no? How come she thinks I should just sit back and let her copy, huh?

I HAVE A RIGHT.

What right does my teacher have to press me down and insist that I let her copy? My composition is not her composition. My right is not her right. She does NOT have any right to allow anyone to copy. None. None at all.

I have a right to my own composition. I write the work. I have a right. Not my teacher. She grades the composition. The right belongs to ME. So why is this happening, you ask? I have no idea either. Why, huh, why?

I tell you why. Because people are living in denial. And why am I saying this? Because I believe that I have a right. Monday, no matter what happens, I am confronting my teacher and demanding that that classmate is called. Why? Because I want to say what I think in her face. I want that. Or else, we could just have a little private discussion.

But I have the right.

on Wednesday, April 25, 2007,3:10:00 PM

What Are Educators Turning Into?

Answer this simple question: What are educators turning into?

There are many possibilities, but is there a chance that educators (especially ones put in charge of growing kids) are educating the future of this world wrongly?

Plagiarism is illegal. It is not child's play. Are educators encouraging this of their charges in the name of 'sharing' and 'learning'? Maybe. High chance. Read on. In order not to get myself into trouble, I am going to replace the names of these people I am going to write about. Why? Because I am not stupid, and I am able to tell a woven tale from fact, as you will see for yourselves later on.

Let's call the prime character, a certain China girl in my class, G. We will call the teacher/educator H. We will call my co-victim T. (Note: I come from an all-girls school and the teacher is female).

A few months ago, H asked us to write compositions. After she'd finished marking them, H returned them to us, and asked the few girls who'd scored tops to correct their compositions respectively, then to email them to her and then she would print out copies for the entire class. Now, T noticed that G, who did not score very high, had copied a sentence/paragraph (I can't remember which, but I think it was a paragraph) from one of her compositions from the past year (the teacher then did the same thing). T got mad and confronted H. H said that this was NOT plagiarisation, but a form of learning. T failed to convince H that what G was doing is plagiarisation. T refused to let H print any more of her compositions for the class anymore.

Some time passed, and another of my compositions came out in print, and then we did another essay, and when it was returned, I discovered that G had plagiarised a sentence from my essay. I was mad, and confronted H. H insisted that it was a form of learning. I refused to let her print any more of my essays anymore.

Then just today, my teacher announced that G had scored the highest for our composition writing in the entire class. Following, she then asked G to read out her composition to the entire class. Note: G tried to avoid this, and even reminded H that her period was over, it was not. Anyway, the very first few words, I recognised as mine in other compositions from last year when my teacher had printed them out. I continued to listen carefully. As her story unfolded, I recognised more and more of my work plagiarised directly onto her composition and read out until my classmates started staring at me. See? People notice. At one point, she turned in her seat and giggled, "Sorry, Wan Li, giggle... giggle... giggle...". T was gesturing frantically at me.

When one of my classmates adressed this problem, H said that it was fine, and this was only learning. My hands had turned cold and my heart was thumping hard. I could not believe this. Her entire composition was copied from mine. Almost word for word. Even the plot was exactly the same. I can swear. I can also swear that she had copied my entire composition. Everything was exactly the same. If not, 99.9%. The remaining 0.1% is made up of other stuff that she used to conform to the requirements of the situation we were given to write about, and that's about it. She even copied my starting from previous compositions from last year. And other words she used to pair with mine. Otherwise, it is a pure and fully 100% plagiarised from mine, and that means word for word. H then reminded us that it was done in class and no reference to any models were allowed but my classmates reminded H that G had brought hers home to complete because she had another examination that day. H then asked G if she'd copied. G denied it and told H that she remembered it from my composition. Not true. How could one person copy everything almost word for word? What are the chances of that happening? I can swear, she'd copied my entire composition onto her paper save for a few words. It was word for word, I can swear that. Every exact word. How do you explain that? How? Huh? If you're smart and not a retard, I think you know what I'm saying here.

And I think everybody noticed. Good. They were staring at me. I stared right back. Also, I received a tip-off from someone that another girl who was refusing profusely (and acting pretty concerned towards me and waggling her eyebrows at me) to read her composition out loud to the class had plagiarised from me too. Thanks, friend-who-told-me. The best part is, H encourages this. And I still remember she once mentioned that it was alright to copy the words and descriptive phrases but NOT to copy the plot. Gee, you wonder, what happened to that?

Second best part? I can't emphasize enough, how G copied most of my stuff WORD FOR WORD. Those she copied, she copied word for word. Others, she paired them with other phrases. I can't believe her. This is the third time she's been discovered, but I believe that these are not the first three times. H also mentioned that even authors' books are widely known, and that everybody can see the stuff they've written and can copy. Okay, excuse me, H? These authors' stuff is copyrighted. And copying anybody's work is plagiarisation.

So after school I went up to G. I said, "Hey G," (Of course, I called her by her name, but we're substituting it for 'G', remember?). Her head was still turned away and she continued walking, ignoring me. I can't remember if I said this, "I can't believe you would do that," but I know she continued ignoring me, until I said, "That was so low."

Then she turned around to look at me, and I walked on, grabbing my friend's bag and pulling her along. Her bag was smashing along the lockers so it was pretty funny, and I laughed. I am going to confront H about it tomorrow again, not that I think anything will change, but I am going to prove my point. And I will. Now you think for yourselves, and I don't change your opinions, so if you think this is wrong, I know there's nothing much we can do, but thanks, you guys (my close friends, you know who you are) for supporting me... kinda. (: Kiss-kiss.

on Sunday, April 22, 2007,12:30:00 PM

Rebel Turned Good Girl?

Hi.

Okay, exams are coming, and I'm sort of trying to work hard...? Anyway, I've got it all worked out - I have to read nine Chinese compositions by next Saturday everyday. Hah-ha, right? Whatever, I'll try to accomplish that goal. Correction - I have to. Normally I would never do anything like that, or feel compelled to actually work hard, maybe it's the effect of sitting with people who are quite concerned about their studies for the past few months.

Know Sims 2? Okay, it's like this awesome computer game, but my CD has a scratch, so most times I can't play, but yesterday I just created this awesome family with this gorgeous princess.. with a loser family. Whatever. If she's gonna stand out she's gotta have a loser family, right?

Anyway, when I'm over Girlfriend, (which isn't going to happen anytime soon (:), I'm gonna put on Sophia by Nerina Pallot. Think it's pretty cool.

Anyway, ciao!
(: Kiss-kiss.

on Friday, April 20, 2007,4:50:00 PM

News Report

Hey people.

Guess what? My oral examination sucked. Yay, right? For those of you who pray day and night for my downfall. Even when I'm such a rubbish person already. Okay, I'm so cynical.

Anyway, guess what for my English one? I forgot to interpret, as in, I didn't state relationships, God! What the shit right?! And the teacher was Mr Desmond Lee. Just the same as last year. I am so lucky. But anyway, he was okay, really. The picture was about some CCA Day, and so of course the questions were about CCAs. Damn obvious. I talked about Basketball, of course.

We lost the match yesterday, so that means we're the fourth in the Nation. I'm not going to comment further, so if you're reading this just to hear me cry and wail or whatever your devilish little mind is thinking, BUZZ OFF. Anyway, where was I? Oh, right. Okay, and during the conversation part, Mr Lee kept looking somewhere. Not good. Oh, and when I went in, I said, "Good morning Mr Lee." You didn't get that? I said, "Good MORNING Mr Lee." And it was about one something in the afternoon. Then he was like, "Good morning?" and I was like, "Good afternoon, I mean," then he was like, "Okay,". Anyway, I don't think that was a problem.

For my Chinese oral examination, I got Ms. Alice Tan, my primary four Chinese teacher. Actually, I saw that the other teacher was 2006 5E's teacher so I quickly changed :). It went quite well, the picture was of a clinic, and at first I didn't know what it was, because it couldn't be a hospital, they drew the receptionist, cashier and waiting area and doctor rooms together. So I just said it was a clinic. And it went quite well, the reading too and the conversation too.

Anyway, I think I did pretty well, no worries. But I'll have to remember to interpret relationships in the future English oral examinations :). And one more thing, I wasn't nervous at all! Seriously. 120% serious. At all. Unlike all my previous examinations. I was actually very relaxed. Good, right? So anyway, now I'll have to prepare for my upcoming written examinations.

Ciao! :)

on Wednesday, April 18, 2007,9:38:00 PM

Just now while I was using the computer, my mom just entered the room and sat down beside me. I was pissed, kinda, because she started looking at everything I was going, my conversations, blah.

And then she started harping on how I should stop wasting time on the computer and study instead. And she just straight out assumed I'd been using it for like, an hour. Which isn't true. At All. I was only using it for like, twenty minutes? Duh. I don't need her to tell me to study. Like what the hell. And she continued harping... blah, blah, blah.

And then finally she buzzed off and just several minutes ago she called down the stairs that I should come up five minutes later. I was kind mad, so I didn't answer. And she repeated. So if I didn't answer she's keep repeating and start screaming, right? So I just answered. And then she shut up.

And you know what? I hate it that she tries to compress me. I hate it that she tries to control my life. I hate that she thinks she's boss. Me=the requirement for complete freedom. I know that. It's been like this since I was ten. It's just part of who I am. And she's trying to push me down. She's trying. She's been trying since I was ten. And I've been rebelling. Because I don't like people trying to control me and my life, and what I do, and I don't like that they think I have to listen and do what they say.

That's not me. Not me at all.

on Tuesday, April 17, 2007,8:57:00 PM

A Change

Basketball season is about to end, and very soon we'll all be expected to concentrate on preparing for our Primary School Leaving Examinations instead. I'll miss Basketball badly, even all those screamings by Mr. Ho and the trainings. This Thursday we (my team and I) will be fighting for the third position in the entire Nation. We must win.

Anyway, we've been doing debates too, and right now I'm doing research on my topic. We have to win. HAVE TO WIN. Ha-ha-ha.

Okay. We have to win everything!

Toodles.

on Thursday, April 12, 2007,9:45:00 PM

Nothing

I am such a loser. A real failure.

on Monday, April 02, 2007,9:21:00 PM

Hi-La-Ri-Ous

Hey guys what up?

Lately (for the past week or so)I've been sleeping at like, 10.30 and waking up for school at 5.30. My eyelids feel like they have super-glue on them. And in class today, if I'd closed my eyes I guarantee you I could have fallen asleep right when the teacher was speaking. Actually, I did, close my eyes for a moment, I mean, and I was kind of shocked (just a little) to feel the momentary sense of falling into sleep. I know, that sucks, like, big-time, right? But anyway, watch this video. It is hilarious.

Maybe it'll help to unglue my eyelids a bit. Not that it actually will, at least I don't think so. Just saying. You will love Ms. Swan.

on Sunday, April 01, 2007,4:37:00 PM

April Fool's

Har-low.

Okay, I guess this post is going to be pretty complain-y, mainly because I'm letting loose all of my frustrations where I can. Okay, to start off, you know people go to cemeteries or whatever today, right? Okay, so my sis said she has a lot of homework (she says that every Sunday) and my mom excused her from going to the temple to visit my maternal grandmother.

Then today I woke at 6.30 a.m., for some weird reason, and couldn't go back to sleep, so at 6.45 I went downstairs for breakfast. Note: I'd decided not to go too, I mean, if my sis can NOT go, why should I, right? Okay, maybe you think that's unfilial of me, but whatever.

So downstairs, my mom started nagging at me (I kind of knew that would happen, but I'd decided to just brave it)and guess what she freaking said when I refused to cave and go.

She (she's a Buddhist by the way, and my dad too)said this, "See, after you go to church, you become like that. They're all the same,". I paused with my spoon in my cereal bowl and froze. Goddamnit. And then she went on, clearly unable to stop her freaking mouth, "After you go to church, you ask me to buy you clothes, and then you thank Jesus,". Yeah, go on, digest that.

I tell you, I was so fucking angry. I turned my head slowly and said, "Don't you insult my church,". And she was like, "Isn't it true?" or whatever. I can't really remember anymore. And my dad was just sitting at the table, apparently in silent mode. Well of course I had to retaliate, right? I mean, letting people step over me? Not my way. So I fucking went upstairs and changed into outdoor clothes, grabbed my cell, and went downstairs again, slammed my cell on the table and went into the bathroom to see if I looked fine. And she was like, "Look at that. She might as well not go,". Fuck it.

And then we drove to the temple, and the moment I stepped in I was like, "Oh God. You made a terrible mistake by caving, Wan Li." The air was fucking smoky and of course I was in for getting my lungs polluted, watching the ozone layer get larger, and getting my eyes stung mercilessly. What kind of April Fool's joke is that? So then I went through all of that, and waited for along time for relatives to arrive. When they did and it was time to offer jos sticks, my aunt offered my three and I was like, "No," and she was like looking at me and my other uncle was like also staring at me with a what?-take-it!-it's-time-to-offer-jos-sticks!-what-are-you-doing? kind of expression. And I was ready to retaliate if they forced me to hold them. But anyway, I didn't hold them in the end, of course. Then we visited my maternal grandmother, and finally, left.

And it's supposed to be a funny day. What kind of joke?

Then after I came back from church just now, I came up to the study room and guess what? Found my sis using the computer and playing one of the Hanazakarino Kimitachihe songs that was in a folder in my account. Clearly, she'd intruded. When so many months and days and hours ago I'd taken the risk to trust her, and told her about how to listen to songs in my account, but only if I allowed her. Traitor, no? I was so disappointed and angry.

And I was screaming at her and she was like, "What?" innocently. The little bitch. And then she was staring at the monitor with a bored expression and said, "When you're done yakking, leave the room," or something like that. And then what? I just turned and left the room and stomped up to our room (yes, we have to share a fucking room). I don't have anything to retaliate with, and I don't know what the hell to do. Clearly this isn't a matter of whether I'm selfish or allowing her to listen to my songs or whatever. It's about respecting my privacy. And I value my privacy to the fullest, I tell ya. What the shit. And it's not a single case. The bitch is just so selfish and self-centered, it's like, she don't fucking care what the hell or who the hell you are, she just gotta have her way and that's the fucking end to the whole damn story.

Every time I'm using the Internet, she'll just pick up the phone and diall someone, without a care, and everything'll just bonk out in like, a millisecond? And when I yell up for her to put down the fucking phone, she'll just go on chatting amiably and irritatingly to her stupid friends. Or even when I tell her I'm getting it, she'll just answer the phone anyway. What the fuck? So many times, like, a hundred gazillion times? How many times have I provided ways for her to defend herself when my parents scream at her? Or supported her against my parents? Or friends or whatever? Or helped and defended her when my parents screamed?

And there're so many ways I can retaliate, 'cos I've got so much dirt on her.

I just wanna say how fucked up my sister is, and I know she reads this blog but guess what? Fuck you, Wan Ying. Go fuck yourself. You little bitch.

And now tell me this is all a huge, annoyingly stupid joke.