At the young age of twelve,Alyssa has gone through countless medical procedures.All these painful medical procedures were not for herself,but for her sister,Danielle,who has leukemia.

At times,Alyssa felt like an automaton.At the touch of an invisible button,she would have to donate blood to her sister.Despite countless questionings of the reason for her suffering,her mother only came up with one answer:"It is your job to save your sister.You were born for this".Alyssa had never found this explanation good enough.Nevertheless,she continued to bear with the suffering.

When her sister was in a good condition,Alyssa felt as if she never existed.Her parents only bothered about her sister.All the gifts that she has received from her parents were given to her either because she brought another miracle to the family or because they felt guilty not getting a gift for her after getting one for Danielle. During Christmas one year,Alyssa's parents neglected her so much that they did not even realise that she was missing.They thought that she was in her room.In fact,Alyssa was not even in the house.She had gone to stay with their neighbour.No one in the family noticed.

On other days when Danielle's health fell into a critical condition,Alyssa was treated as if she was the one who was writing the fate of the family.Her parents got her everything she wanted,they brought her to places that she only dared to dream of before.All this came at a heavy price.It was either another blood transfusion or another transplant.However,because of what her parents have done for her,Alyssa never dared to object to these painful procedures.Sometimes,when her parents treated her this way,Alyssa even felt as if her sister was just an illusion,someone that didn't exist.

Alyssa can never decide whether she really belongs to her family.Sometimes she feels like she is invisible.Sometimes she feels like she is the only child her parents have.Alyssa can never find her sense of belonging.






*PS. this is the last entry.
it's not well done.
I know it.
hope it makes Mr Kek feel less lonely.
haha.
but this will be the last of my remains on this blog.

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I should be dormant now.Instead,I am doing my journals!I am so hardworking...
I shall dedicate this last post(HOPEFULLY(:) to dance.Again...
Even after eleven years of ballet,I still feel that I am still a tyro.Some of my friends is my ballet class often say that I am a good dancer.However,I feel that it is a prevarication .Many of them are better than me!My teacher also encomiums me quite often.However,I feel that it is a hyperbole.I think I have so much more to learn!!
I have been learning ballet since I was four.I literally burgeoned with ballet.
I simply love it!

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At the end of that year,I always thought that upper secondary teachers were sullen as compared to teachers in lower secondary.However,I realised that I'm really wrong.
I was always wistful to remain in secondary two as I dreaded the dull and boring teachers that I thought were going to teach me in secondary three.
Now,I ruminate:are my current teachers what I thought they were?
The answer is obviously NO!
Besides the fact that we had a callow mathematics teacher for a few weeks(or months),the rest of the teachers teaching our class very generally experienced.
I shall cut the long story short:
We have a weird English teacher who is a raconteur!


last entry...!!

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Mmm...weird? And yes, I do spin good, strange but sometimes true stories.

by  Anonymous, @ October 15, 2008 at 11:09 AM  

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Every single time we stepped out of the examination hall,I had this potent felling of futility.I don't know why,but I felt as though the only thing that could happen the next moment was for someone to carnage me.I always reputed that I would at least be able to finish all the questions on time.However,I did not(for most of the papers).It must be because I toed the mark.


next entry...

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Being a pramatic person,I know that i have to finish my overdue journals to mollify Mr Kek.
The holidays are coming (about a month more since this is an overdue entry) and I have a whole list of things that I wish to do.
Firstly,I would like to SLEEP.The examinations have maimed me by taking away my rights to sleep as I often suffer from insomnia or have to burn the midnight oil.My frequent yawns are vestige to prove this iniquity.*YAWN*
Secondly,I would like clean up my room!I really repent dumping my books and notes all over my room during the exam period.It looks like a rubbish dump now.(as this is an overdue entry,I am proud to say that i have cleaned my room!)
Thirdly...
Fourthly...
"blahblahblah"ly...


now,on to the next entry...

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It is quite manifest that the end of year examinations are coming (AGAIN...).There has been quite a bit of excitement (or rather,worry) around the school but I am blase to it.It is definitely not because I find examinations ennui,on the contrary,I find them to stressful!I am really begrudged to sit for my examinations!
I think it is expedient for schools to stop school examinations to prevent the killing of students (due to stress) like me!

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After quite a long period of time,it was finally time for another family gathering with my family since my grandmother's birthday was advent.The number of people who turned up was only about half of the whole family.But guess how many turned up?Roughly about 60 people!
I have been sanctioned to have the most complicated family tree amongst my close friends and I have tried to illustrate this point to many people but have always ended up confusing myself even more.There's a saying the 'a picture speaks a thousand words',hence,I wanted to use a photograph to substantiate my complicated family tree.I was thinking of denoting to my mother that we should take a family photo at the restaurant,but before I could even allude her,my aunt had already brought up the idea.

EVIDENCES TO SUPPORT THE FACT THAT I HAVE A COMPLICATED FAMILY:
1.people that seem to be from my mum's generation are actually my grandaunts and granduncles.
2.people that seem to be from my generation are actually my aunts ans uncles.
(I have aunts and uncles that are 23 years old,22 years old,21 years old,20 years old,19 years old,etc...PLUS,an uncle that is the same age as me!)

LESSON LEARNED :
when in a family gathering,whenever you see someone you don't know(and when your grandmother or mum is not looking),just call that person AUNTY or UNCLE!

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