Today was the day! The day of the poetry contest! I was nervous. I really wanted to go to both The Laugh Souls Concert and the Poetry contest but I couldn't choose. It was so hard to decide. Kalim wasn't much help either. He knew what he wanted to do. Laughing Souls Concert.

I had an idea. I would go around and do loads of favours and hopefully they will put the concert on a later time or the poetry contest on another day.

Boy! It was hard. I dressed as a cleaning lady. Yes, a cleaning lady. I had to wear a skirt, a bandana, yellow rubber gloves and wore bright red lipstick. I was so hard to recongised that the boss man kept eyeing me up. FOR GOD'S SAKE HE FOUND ME ATTARCTIVE! That was Misfortune 9!

"I want this tent cleaned. There are lots of litter from the concert from the Night before."

I was listening to my old fashioned cassette walkman with my Martika tape. She is more original than Eminem! I mean he just speeded her voice up and made her sound like Alvin & the Chipmonks in the song Toy Soliders.

"Step by step, Heart to heart, Left right left, We all fall down, Like Toy Soliders," I sang along without realising.

The boss took the headphones off my head and looked at me. Like love at first sight. He tried to see my ears by putting my hair behind them by I slapped him.

"It's against my reglion to see my ears!" I cried in my best girl's impression.

My boss looked at me weirdly "What reglion are you?"

"The Bob Marly one."

"Oh, I am sorry. You just look pretty that's all."

I slapped him "I have a husband!" I lied just so he would just stop hitting on me. Very disturbing...

Later on picking litter up. I was talking to myself when someone I never recongised came up to and started to have a little conversation with me. It was Washu. THE WASHU!

"Stupid boss. Hitting on me b'coz I have lipstick on. This isn't even my colour. More likely to be Boy George's colour... BUT NOT MINE!" I said to myself.

A girl who was the same size as Anna tapped my shoulder and I turned round and saw her smiling and laughing at me. I looked at her. Thinking I knew her but from where?

"Hey! Mr... I mean Mrs Sliva," she said, giggling.

"What do you want?"

"To ask why you are dressed as a woman and why you are picking up trash from my concert the night before?"

I looked at her again. She was Washu!

"Oh my god! You are Washu!"

Washu hugged me "You remember me! Are you Sliva (Underscore) Lover16 on my Website fourm?"

"Ye...yes."

Washu realised me from her hug and looked at my smudge bright red lipstick. She got her mirror out with Lipstick kiss marks on it. She grabbed my head and put me in a head lock andlooked at the three colour of lipsticks and see which one would suit me best. She got hot pink out and gave it to me.

"This will suit you best."

I recieved the Hot Pink Lipstick and looked at it.

"You know... I don't wear lipstick this is just a one-offand why are you picking up trash from your concert?"

"B'coz my fans made the mess and I feel it's my responisality to clean up after them," Washu replied.

"WHAT?"

I was so loud that all the birds flew away and everyone stopped what they were doing and stood there silent wondering who the hell was that.

"Ha! How rude! Some people like a bit of peace and quiet you know. More tea anyone?" asked Hao pouring some tea in his cup.

"Did you have to be so loud? Anyway, why are you doing with the Mrs Doubtfire look? Another way for chicks to dig you?" Washu laughed.

I was playing with my two index fingers and looked at Washu who was laughing at me.

"Can you do me a favour?" I asked all quiet.

Washu smiled "Sure... What is it?"

"Cancel the concert for one one day!" I begged.

I went on my knees and held her hands and she looked at me. I had a sweat drop from my head and Washu smiled at me.

"The concert has been cancelled and it will not come back on despite what people said last night. Tonight after the Poetry contest is my Karaoke Show with a Mystery Presenter. A very good friend of mine. If I do say so myself. So, don't worry."

It was the Poetry Contest that afternoon. I was really nervous. But I felt nothing can go wrong! NOTHING! NOTTA! ZERO! NILCH! (I hear everyone else says that!) But Misfortune 10 happened.

I accidently took Kalim's shopping list for his mother instead of my poem. Why? WHY? Why does the Great Spirit hate my poems so much?

What will happen to me? Will I win the contest by reading Kalim's Mother's Shopping list or will I plagerise another poem if Kalim doesn't return my poem. Ok, I need to use the toilet and have a break. Stay tuned!

To be Continued...