T1W10 Journal: Bane of the Banshee

When in repose, her face reminds me of the undead zombie in the middle of a particularly lugubrious wail. Her face had a mixture of apparently disparate features,the most distinct of which was the nose.My sister once made a derogatory remark about it looking like Mount Krakatoa about to explode,with lava flowing down its crater.However,the most unique characteristic was her puissant snore which reveberated around the entire room.She is none other than Mrs Mogget,nicknamed 'The Banshee'.

T1W9 Journal: The Legend

Ah~The nostalgia of childhood!When I was small, I was commonly known as The Legend. Being an ingenious strategist,I was often involved in strifes whereby I would lead my legion of loyal female followers to fight against the opponent male gang in my neighbourhood. Due to the retarded brain development of the boys,my gang would always prevail in the fight thanks to me. Panic was rife among the opponent gang.Once,the boys planned a coup against me but their intelligence was no match compared to mine and i defeated them easily. It was the last straw for them. They had no choice but to bow to me and hail me as queen.

T1W8:Crave for Chocs

Having an obssesive crave for chocolate of all kinds,I will always look forward to my birthday as my family and friends would send me cartons of chocolates of all kinds to accommodate my special need.Also,my parents would take me to different sweet shops to let me gawk at the myriad of chocolates there are.Chocolate truffles,chocolate balls,you name it,those shops have it.Simply put,I'm in love with chocolatesHowever,recently,my taste has undergone a major modification.My efforts into 'restarting' my crave for chocolate were abortive because I now long for lollipops.

T1W7:How to Survive in School

One of my friends (let's call he or she X) taught me the basic essentials on how to survive school when I was starting secondary school. X warned me that secondary school life was fraught with danger and told me not to be so gullible such as to fall prey to teachers no matter how impeccable they seem.Also, X told me that the reason teachers gave us so much homework was just a subterfuge to watch students suffer agonisingly under the weight of enormous stress.However,I knew better than to believe X's fallacious arguments as he/she continued to preach about the horrors of secondary school life.

T1W6 Journal:Mission

Whenever I see my school canteen squashed with people during Monday lunchtime,I would always think of some classmates from my primary school.Every day when the bell rings for reccess,a coterie of my classmates would make a beeline for the canteen.After a cursory glance at the number of people queuing,they would dispatch in teams,some to queue for food for the clique and some to 'chop' seats before it was taken up by other people.If they reached the canteen too late (i.e.long queuing lines),one of them would be a bulwark against the oncoming famine by distributing snacks from her cache to her other friends.Somehow,this reminded me of meerkats on a mission.