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Wednesday, January 16, 2008 . 3:57 PM

There is a certain programme in the English department of the school called the English Reading Program(me). Actually there is one in chinese too, I don't know if all the mother tongues have them. So I have already borrowed two books in the past week till this week and read them both. Until the end. So now all I have to do is to pick an assignment in the activity book, do it, and Fin.
Of course, I currently don't have the activity book; threw it away last year. I thought we were going to use new ones 'cos last year I saw Secondary Twos using a blue- backed cover version of the activity book. Similarly I threw away all my physics, chemistry and biology workbooks which are, to quote the science teachers, 'Sold only by Victoria School, questions by Victoria and ONLY THIS COPY.' So I'm at a serious disadvantage.
Last week I borrowed ' The Picture of Dorian Gray'. It was, simply, boring and made me a little uncomfortable for unknown reasons. This week I borrowed... what did I borrow? Ah. 'The Five Little Pigs' by Agatha Cristie. It was amazingly good a mystery novel, keeping the suspense in with a twist at the end. There was a naughty little girl character, Angela, whom I seem to have something in common.
Angela as a girl played pranks on her sister's husband. She put salt in his beer, talked back and even put slugs in his bed. I remember the naughtiest thing I did was when my mother hired a maid. That was about six to seven years ago so it's quite a dim memory.
I somehow hate new things, be it in the past or currently. So I hated the unknown new maid. On her night of arrival I took a balloon, went upstairs, filled it with water and tied a knot. Then I waited until the maid had walked into the hall. I ran down and threw the water bomb at her. -------http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=sm_7vJ2LO2E.After that I can only remember that she cried, a picture of utter sadness and misery. And somehow I could still laugh. I was pretty coldhearted.
Thankfully I like old things. Thus a week or two later I was already, together with my sister, trying to teach the maid English, how to mop the floor. A year later she was buying things from the minimart, like snacks and a sort of 'everlasting bubble', for me and singing me songs to help me go to sleep.
Life is queer indeed.