Another survey courtesy of Friendster :)
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1. When were you born?
It's 2 months and 19 days til my 18th birthday.
2.Where were you born?
In this dusty, crow-filled town called Klang. Where the Town Council seems to dislike real trees (beautiful) but love the plastic ones that can be lighted up (gawdy, ugly.. no, HIDEOUS...). Go figure.
3. What was your nursery teacher's name?
I was 3. I'm not likely to remember. I do remember my first kindergarten teacher's name though - Teacher Rose :)
4. What was your first pets name and what was it?
Unnamed fish. Lots of fish. Which I murdered by way of being too enthusiastic with the food.
5. What was your worst accident?
Um.. probably David stomping on my elbow and tearing the ligaments last year :P
6. What was/were your favourite cartoon(s)?
Aladdin, Donald Duck, the Sesame Street gang, Power Rangers
7. Who was your first best friend?
It's a toss up between Michelle Liew and Samuel Oh. I canNOT remember :S
8. When was the first time you ever went on a plane?
When I was um... between 5 to 7 la.
9. Who was your first boyfriend/girlfriend?
*rolls eyes* I'd rather not remember, thank you.
10. What was your favorite song when you were in primary five?
Probably one of the BSB's.
11. What was your favorite movie in primary two?
The Chipmunk Adventure (starring Alvin and the Chipmunks and Chippettes :P)
12. What did you want to be when you grew up?
A fashion designer. Huh. I can't draw to save my life.
13. What used to be your favorite color?
Black.
14. What was your favourite subject?
English.. when I got to write essays MY way. Not follow those stupid guidelines and make sentences. Hmph.
15. Did you ever wet your pants at school?
No.. but I puked on the first day of nursery. HAHA.
16. Did you ever get sent to the principal?
Yeah in Standard 4... Not to get into trouble though. Merely to advise me to concentrate on my studies and not bother about things like lockers, cheerleaders, bake sales... (The influence of too many Sweet Valley books. Hehe)
18. What was your worst fear?
Dad dying in an accident. This was after my uncle died in a gas explosion while trying to turn off the gas pipes on his ship in Port Klang. The sky was bright red that day. I couldn't sleep whenever I saw a red sky after that :S
19. What were your favorite toys?
My Barbie doll and Snoopy :)
20. Did you ever suck your thumb?
I did. But dad, being a dentist, made damn sure that I stopped before developing a class-two (re: bunny teeth).
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21. What is your favorite movie?
The Lord of the Rings. Without a doubt.
22. What is your favorite song?
Right now? Er... Methinks it's still Whenever You Call - Mariah Carey and Brian McKnight.
23. Do you have any pets?
Yeah.
24. If so what are their names?
David *grins*
25. What is your favorite subject in school?
History, Bio, English
26. What color of hair do you have?
Black
27. What color of eyes do you have?
Dark brown
28. Do you still watch cartoons?
Yup... I love cartoons! (So sue me, I do :D)
29. What is your favorite tv show?
Can't decide between Idol, Queer Eye or CSI (either one)
30. Do you go online often?
Practically everyday, I think. Hehe.
31. What's your worst fear?
People I love dying. By FAR the worst.
32. What's your favorite color(s)?
Blue, cream, brown..
33. Where do you live?
Mangy ol' Klang. Still. :P
35. Do you have a bf/gf?
Naw... don't think I could handle one just yet. I'm content with pining for "Jack". *grins at Dane*
36. What's your favorite type of food?
Nyonya, Thai, spaghetti, curry laksa, kuey teow soup... CHOCOLATES!!!
37. Do you drive?
Yeah.. Hm. If you can call that driving la *rofl*
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38. What do you want to be when you grow up?
What do I WANT to be? I wanna work with kids OR do something entertainment based. But it is not to be. I'm going to have to study dentistry and that's that. Sigh.
39. Do you want to go to university?
Of course. I sorta have to anyway :)
40. Do you want to get married?
If I find the absolutely right guy. Only then. (I'm notorious for dumping guys... wouldn't want to get bored of my husband too.. lol)
41. If so at what age? If not why?
Erm. Prefarably before 35 la. Haha.
42. Do you want to have kids?
Well sure. IF I'm married.
43. If you do drive what kind of car do you drive?
Um.. My mum's Wira. Like I said before, no way my dad's letting me near the driver's seat of his Camry :D
44. At what age do you think you'll live to?
120? :P
45. Where do you want to live when you're 25?
I don't know. If I don't have to move out, I won't.
46. What movie do you want to see next?
The Incredibles, The Terminal, Alexander
47. What are your dreams?
Nothing quite that great at the moment. Just hoping to finish SPM, STPM then the dental course unscathed. Then maybe I'll try and see if I can get that Scripture diploma. Beyond that... I'm not that far-sighted la.
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Monday, November 29, 2004
Etena + H2O --> Etanol... (Too much Chem :S)
Ow. I was walking around the house like a zombie the whole of today. And no, this time it wasn't for lack of caffeine. (I had a frappucino from Starbucks on top of the coffee I regularly guzzle at home.)
The stupor was merely part and parcel of drinking too much. Yep. Alcohol.
Last night was, however, the bomb. Went to uncle's place to practice as a skit for the up-coming Christmas concert (up-coming = this Saturday (4/12)... and yesterday was the first practice *rolls eyes*). Ended up going "mamak" (some place called Kayu or something..) and then staying over at their place.
Now. Cousins staying together in a place where parental supervision is kept to a minimum is not a good thing. If you're a parent and don't want your kids involved in less-than-satisfactory activities, that is.
Bedtime was at 2 a.m. At 2 a.m. we had turned the TV room into a mini-bar that included a full bottle of Hennessy and 3 small bottles of whiskey... With F&N Apple and chocolate milk thrown into the mix.
I don't know about the rest, but the last time I had so much alcohol was in January 2003. Meaning my system isn't used to more than a bottle of KGB at one go.
With the exception of my alcoholic younger brother, the whole bunch (well the 3 of us who drank, anyways) were high within an hour. Throw an airbed into the mix and we were stumbling all over the place. Me and Sharm couldn't even walk in a straight line. And I've just realized that being high makes you want to laugh a lot. At everything. Whether it's funny or not.
(Note: The best time to play "Truth or Double Truth" is when people are tipsy enough not care but still not plastered enough to not know what they're saying :P)
We took photographs too, but we couldn't see straight enough to tell whether we looked good (I seriously doubt that) or not. Pity the ones with "stripping"* have been deleted. (Sharmin goes for a repeat of her 7-year-old "America's Funniest Home Videos" performance, but was stopped by fear of another fracture AND the fact that she wasn't quite that out of it yet. Hehe.)
But we do have one with David shirtless. One word: BOOBS!!! :D
*gasps* *chokes* *ROFLMAO*
Okay so maybe drinking until you're willing to tell a bunch of nosey cousins your deepest secrets is not such a good idea. I should be feeling a little guilty right now (I was, this morning) but it was too much fun to regret!
But really. If that was what being minorly-pissed is like, I shudder to think of what it's like to be drunk. Like completely wasted. Oooh boy. No wonder people say things they oughtn't. (Sorry Ting! Haha :P)
Here's to New Year's day then! :D
*Please take note of the inverted commas for those who actually took it seriously :P
Disclaimer: This is usually a once in a year affair. Does not happen on all occasions where there's an availability of alcohol.
The stupor was merely part and parcel of drinking too much. Yep. Alcohol.
Last night was, however, the bomb. Went to uncle's place to practice as a skit for the up-coming Christmas concert (up-coming = this Saturday (4/12)... and yesterday was the first practice *rolls eyes*). Ended up going "mamak" (some place called Kayu or something..) and then staying over at their place.
Now. Cousins staying together in a place where parental supervision is kept to a minimum is not a good thing. If you're a parent and don't want your kids involved in less-than-satisfactory activities, that is.
Bedtime was at 2 a.m. At 2 a.m. we had turned the TV room into a mini-bar that included a full bottle of Hennessy and 3 small bottles of whiskey... With F&N Apple and chocolate milk thrown into the mix.
I don't know about the rest, but the last time I had so much alcohol was in January 2003. Meaning my system isn't used to more than a bottle of KGB at one go.
With the exception of my alcoholic younger brother, the whole bunch (well the 3 of us who drank, anyways) were high within an hour. Throw an airbed into the mix and we were stumbling all over the place. Me and Sharm couldn't even walk in a straight line. And I've just realized that being high makes you want to laugh a lot. At everything. Whether it's funny or not.
(Note: The best time to play "Truth or Double Truth" is when people are tipsy enough not care but still not plastered enough to not know what they're saying :P)
We took photographs too, but we couldn't see straight enough to tell whether we looked good (I seriously doubt that) or not. Pity the ones with "stripping"* have been deleted. (Sharmin goes for a repeat of her 7-year-old "America's Funniest Home Videos" performance, but was stopped by fear of another fracture AND the fact that she wasn't quite that out of it yet. Hehe.)
But we do have one with David shirtless. One word: BOOBS!!! :D
*gasps* *chokes* *ROFLMAO*
Okay so maybe drinking until you're willing to tell a bunch of nosey cousins your deepest secrets is not such a good idea. I should be feeling a little guilty right now (I was, this morning) but it was too much fun to regret!
But really. If that was what being minorly-pissed is like, I shudder to think of what it's like to be drunk. Like completely wasted. Oooh boy. No wonder people say things they oughtn't. (Sorry Ting! Haha :P)
Here's to New Year's day then! :D
*Please take note of the inverted commas for those who actually took it seriously :P
Disclaimer: This is usually a once in a year affair. Does not happen on all occasions where there's an availability of alcohol.
Sunday, November 28, 2004
Morning Brew
Ah... Saturday morning. The day which people usually reserve to sleep in. Sigh.
Not today though. Have papers today.
*mutters under breath* Those mangy... #&$*...
ANYWAY. I just did an analysis on why I had a bad headache the other day and I came up with this:
Lack-of-caffeine withdrawal syndrome.
I'm serious! I went through my daily routine, and the ONLY thing I didn't do that whole day (and only that day, mind) was drink coffee. Not even a cup!
And as if to prove my theory, the headache disappeared when I had a cuppa. (Without mum's permission, of course. She thinks that "too much coffee" is the reason for it. She's right, but not for the reason she thinks she is. Hehe.)
Okay so my theory may not jive with an actual medical explanation. I'm probably bs-ing myself, but hey, if it gives me an excuse to drink more coffee, why not?? :D
Eeks! It just occured to me that I'm not sleeping too well because... um... I think by now coffee has replaced the blood in my body. I have a coffee stream!!! Uh oh.
Can someone recommend a good head doctor?
I think I need one. Badly.
Not today though. Have papers today.
*mutters under breath* Those mangy... #&$*...
ANYWAY. I just did an analysis on why I had a bad headache the other day and I came up with this:
Lack-of-caffeine withdrawal syndrome.
I'm serious! I went through my daily routine, and the ONLY thing I didn't do that whole day (and only that day, mind) was drink coffee. Not even a cup!
And as if to prove my theory, the headache disappeared when I had a cuppa. (Without mum's permission, of course. She thinks that "too much coffee" is the reason for it. She's right, but not for the reason she thinks she is. Hehe.)
Okay so my theory may not jive with an actual medical explanation. I'm probably bs-ing myself, but hey, if it gives me an excuse to drink more coffee, why not?? :D
Eeks! It just occured to me that I'm not sleeping too well because... um... I think by now coffee has replaced the blood in my body. I have a coffee stream!!! Uh oh.
Can someone recommend a good head doctor?
I think I need one. Badly.
Saturday, November 27, 2004
Survey on Moi
Saw this survey both on Friendster and on Jess' blog. I'm bored. Surveys fill in times of boredom. So... Here goes! :)
Color of most clothes you own:
It's a toss up between black and blue.
Number of pillows you sleep with:
Two pillows and a bolster.
What room are you in right now?
My parents. That's where the computer is. How sad is that? :(
What were you doing 12AM last night:
Watching My Fair Lady. For the 100000th time. I know. I'm a freak. So help me God.
How old will you be in 10 yrs:
27 going on 28... DAMN! That's OLD! :O
What do you think you'll be doing in 10 years:
Working. For dad. Or for myself. I haven't quite figured out who's going to be owning the clinics then. Haha.
Are you paranoid?
Oh, very :D
Do you burn or tan?
Tan.. I've got a little more melanin than is necessary to burn :)
Describe your wallet?
Milk Teddy!! :) It's black though. Doesn't really look like a Milk Teddy wallet unless you see the "Milk Teddy" written on it. Haha.
Your alarm clock?
MY MUM!! :D I can never hear alarm clocks. It's either I wake up myself, or mum wakes me up.
First kiss:
Was a dare. 'Nuff said.
First piercing/tattoo?
When I was 9. And that was a piercing, mind. I'm not into tattoos.
First enemy?
You know, it's ironic... I wouldn't say "enemy", but I didn't exactly like Lavi very much in kindy... But I love her now! :)
Last shoes worn?
My Puma slippers :)
Last thing written by hand?
Um.. a notice for mum from one of the clinics. Sigh. I'm the new secretary.
Last time wanting to die:
It was stupid but... 4/10/2003
Last time in love:
Hah! Never. Poor me.
Last time you thought about your past:
I always do.
Where did you go today:
Nowhere. Been stuck at home all day. As is the usual case.
What are you thinking of:
What to do after this.
Miss anyone:
Yeah.. Like crazy, but there ain't nothing I can do about it so... I'll leave it alone :)
-The End-
Color of most clothes you own:
It's a toss up between black and blue.
Number of pillows you sleep with:
Two pillows and a bolster.
What room are you in right now?
My parents. That's where the computer is. How sad is that? :(
What were you doing 12AM last night:
Watching My Fair Lady. For the 100000th time. I know. I'm a freak. So help me God.
How old will you be in 10 yrs:
27 going on 28... DAMN! That's OLD! :O
What do you think you'll be doing in 10 years:
Working. For dad. Or for myself. I haven't quite figured out who's going to be owning the clinics then. Haha.
Are you paranoid?
Oh, very :D
Do you burn or tan?
Tan.. I've got a little more melanin than is necessary to burn :)
Describe your wallet?
Milk Teddy!! :) It's black though. Doesn't really look like a Milk Teddy wallet unless you see the "Milk Teddy" written on it. Haha.
Your alarm clock?
MY MUM!! :D I can never hear alarm clocks. It's either I wake up myself, or mum wakes me up.
First kiss:
Was a dare. 'Nuff said.
First piercing/tattoo?
When I was 9. And that was a piercing, mind. I'm not into tattoos.
First enemy?
You know, it's ironic... I wouldn't say "enemy", but I didn't exactly like Lavi very much in kindy... But I love her now! :)
Last shoes worn?
My Puma slippers :)
Last thing written by hand?
Um.. a notice for mum from one of the clinics. Sigh. I'm the new secretary.
Last time wanting to die:
It was stupid but... 4/10/2003
Last time in love:
Hah! Never. Poor me.
Last time you thought about your past:
I always do.
Where did you go today:
Nowhere. Been stuck at home all day. As is the usual case.
What are you thinking of:
What to do after this.
Miss anyone:
Yeah.. Like crazy, but there ain't nothing I can do about it so... I'll leave it alone :)
-The End-
Garden-ing
I'm in a writing mood. Again. But AGAIN, a suitable topic is eluding me. Who says things always change? Eh? EH?
Okay nevermind. I'll just write whatever comes to mind.
*looks out the window*
We have a beautiful garden, you know? My mum's brilliant when it comes to plants. I'm not good with plants. I'm too impatient.
Don't get me wrong, I like digging and getting my hands all dirty and finding earthworms and stuff (that's one of the coolest things about gardening.. all the creepy crawlies you get to see :D).
I just hate the part where they have to be watered, and fertilized, and trimmed, and watered, and... you get the picture. Eeeh. Wasting my time. Could spend those extra 15 minutes, or whatever it takes, reading. Like, a couple of chapters.
But that said, I will never have a house without a garden. Concrete homes just make me feel so.. jailed. No matter how much I detest losing valuable book time, I hereby vow to at least make the effort to have a garden. And not too small a one either.
Oh well. Another New Year's resolution: Help mum in the garden so I get used to it.
Double sigh.
Okay nevermind. I'll just write whatever comes to mind.
*looks out the window*
We have a beautiful garden, you know? My mum's brilliant when it comes to plants. I'm not good with plants. I'm too impatient.
Don't get me wrong, I like digging and getting my hands all dirty and finding earthworms and stuff (that's one of the coolest things about gardening.. all the creepy crawlies you get to see :D).
I just hate the part where they have to be watered, and fertilized, and trimmed, and watered, and... you get the picture. Eeeh. Wasting my time. Could spend those extra 15 minutes, or whatever it takes, reading. Like, a couple of chapters.
But that said, I will never have a house without a garden. Concrete homes just make me feel so.. jailed. No matter how much I detest losing valuable book time, I hereby vow to at least make the effort to have a garden. And not too small a one either.
Oh well. Another New Year's resolution: Help mum in the garden so I get used to it.
Double sigh.
Friday, November 26, 2004
My Fair Lady
Writing about moral made me think of My Fair Lady. Y'know, the movie? The musical? Yeah.
And what has that got to do with moral, you may ask. Simple. This quote by the oh-so-irrepressible, "the most original moralist in England", Alfred P. Doolittle:
"What's 'e done? Ruined me, that's all. Tied me up and delivered me into the 'ands of middle class morality."
Woohoo.
That being said, My Fair Lady was a classic. IS in fact still a BRILLIANT FANTABULOUS AMAZING SPECTACULAR... er. Okay. So it was great.
What I love about old movies is that they have this timeless feel to them. Even the Sound of Music (cheesy as it was) remains one of my all-time favourites. The only part I hated in the entire movie was the garden scene..
"Somewheeree in my yooouuthh or childhooD... I musT have done something goooood.."
Goosebumps! And not the good kind neither!
That's why I love MFL. There isn't a moment in the show where I just want to dive under a pillow and wish I was deaf. Er. Well, except for the part where she goes (but this was in a good way):
"C'mon DOVER! Move yer bloomin' arse!"
*choke* *splutter* *cough*
And yeah. Freddie Eynsford-Hill is a PAIN. Cheeh. Any guy who says "darling" every other sentence should be shot. Really.
But the music - Mmm! Awesome stuff. The clothes, the era, the story.. and the DIALOGUE! Oh! Food for the soul.
And who else, who ELSE but Rex Harrison!! Booyaaah! The man's a genius! He totally DEFINED male chauvinist pig. He was so utterly arrogant that it was IMPOSSIBLE not to like him.
"Why can't a woman be like.. me?" HAHA. *wipes away tears*.
I'll admit, though I love Julie Andrews, that Audrey Hepburn made a fantastic Eliza. Although please do keep in mind that it was the absolutely astonishing Dame Julie Andrews who sang her songs.
And I guess it was rather apt that she didn't play Eliza. She's way too ... classy for that role. I don't know. I just can't imagine her doing the whole street urchin thing. Julie Andrews is sophistication defined. The way she talks, carries herself... Ooh la la! [Now now.. don't get me wrong, I'm NOT a closet lesbian.]
It's just that Julie Andrews is regal. She walks, talks and acts like a queen (which is why the Princess Diaries was right in the mould for her). And her voice. Damned whoever screwed up that throat operation. Buggers.
But I digress. Like way a lot. Lol.
My Fair Lady is a gem for many different reasons, but the biggest draw for me is and has always been Henry Higgins. Or Rex Harrison as Henry Higgins. (Have I said this? Nevermind. I'll say it again! :P) There is no one on this EARTH who can take that role away from him. Rex Harrison was, is and will always be THE Professor Higgins.
My Fair Lady IS Rex Harrison (although I don't think Henry Higgins would take too kindly to me calling him a "fair lady", but whaddaheck) and Rex Harrison is My Fair Lady. The dude made it his movie, far as I'm concerned.
Oh and this is my favourite song line:
"Don't wait until wrinkles and lines pop up all over my brroooww... Shoooww meeee nooowww!!!"
Hehe.
All right. I've been on long enough.
Toodles.
And what has that got to do with moral, you may ask. Simple. This quote by the oh-so-irrepressible, "the most original moralist in England", Alfred P. Doolittle:
"What's 'e done? Ruined me, that's all. Tied me up and delivered me into the 'ands of middle class morality."
Woohoo.
That being said, My Fair Lady was a classic. IS in fact still a BRILLIANT FANTABULOUS AMAZING SPECTACULAR... er. Okay. So it was great.
What I love about old movies is that they have this timeless feel to them. Even the Sound of Music (cheesy as it was) remains one of my all-time favourites. The only part I hated in the entire movie was the garden scene..
"Somewheeree in my yooouuthh or childhooD... I musT have done something goooood.."
Goosebumps! And not the good kind neither!
That's why I love MFL. There isn't a moment in the show where I just want to dive under a pillow and wish I was deaf. Er. Well, except for the part where she goes (but this was in a good way):
"C'mon DOVER! Move yer bloomin' arse!"
*choke* *splutter* *cough*
And yeah. Freddie Eynsford-Hill is a PAIN. Cheeh. Any guy who says "darling" every other sentence should be shot. Really.
But the music - Mmm! Awesome stuff. The clothes, the era, the story.. and the DIALOGUE! Oh! Food for the soul.
And who else, who ELSE but Rex Harrison!! Booyaaah! The man's a genius! He totally DEFINED male chauvinist pig. He was so utterly arrogant that it was IMPOSSIBLE not to like him.
"Why can't a woman be like.. me?" HAHA. *wipes away tears*.
I'll admit, though I love Julie Andrews, that Audrey Hepburn made a fantastic Eliza. Although please do keep in mind that it was the absolutely astonishing Dame Julie Andrews who sang her songs.
And I guess it was rather apt that she didn't play Eliza. She's way too ... classy for that role. I don't know. I just can't imagine her doing the whole street urchin thing. Julie Andrews is sophistication defined. The way she talks, carries herself... Ooh la la! [Now now.. don't get me wrong, I'm NOT a closet lesbian.]
It's just that Julie Andrews is regal. She walks, talks and acts like a queen (which is why the Princess Diaries was right in the mould for her). And her voice. Damned whoever screwed up that throat operation. Buggers.
But I digress. Like way a lot. Lol.
My Fair Lady is a gem for many different reasons, but the biggest draw for me is and has always been Henry Higgins. Or Rex Harrison as Henry Higgins. (Have I said this? Nevermind. I'll say it again! :P) There is no one on this EARTH who can take that role away from him. Rex Harrison was, is and will always be THE Professor Higgins.
My Fair Lady IS Rex Harrison (although I don't think Henry Higgins would take too kindly to me calling him a "fair lady", but whaddaheck) and Rex Harrison is My Fair Lady. The dude made it his movie, far as I'm concerned.
Oh and this is my favourite song line:
"Don't wait until wrinkles and lines pop up all over my brroooww... Shoooww meeee nooowww!!!"
Hehe.
All right. I've been on long enough.
Toodles.
Moral My Ars... Love.
No matter how much explaining our beloved (but somehow delusional) government does, I canNOT understand how Pendidikan Moral will help make us more.. moral. In fact, what it does is illicit a whole lot of swear words from frustrated students who'd rather spend that little bit of extra time studying.
(Obviously I don't fall into the "studying" category... more like the "griping about having extra to study" category).
Honestly, though. What IS the logic of answering a moral values paper based on a textbook? Aren't moral values supposed to be about stuff you can apply in your daily life?
Should there even be a right or wrong answer, when certain values (though not in the scheme) can be accepted? How can you say one thing is right and another is wrong although both are applicable to that same situation - just that they're looked at from a different perspective?
The whole concept reeks. Where's the logic? If there is any, I just can't see it. Okay, I understand why they want us to study History. Learning about past patriots can be inspiring. Really.
(I'm a history buff. So sue me).
But Moral? Damned if I get it.
Who are you to say that a parent's duty isn't to "hormat dan taat kepada anggota keluarga" as opposed to "mengekalkan tradisi keluarga"?
[Translations: "respect and be loyal to the family" vs. "upholding family traditions".]
What, parents don't have to do that? Be respectful and loyal, I mean.
Sheesh.
There ISN'T any clear cut right or wrong in instances when both are moral values. There shouldn't be. People react differently to different things don't they? But that doesn't necessarily mean that one person is right and the other wrong. True?
It'd be worth it if it was another easy A. But unfortunately, the Powers that Be don't think being moral should come too easily so... heck. Another subject to pull down the grade.
Makes you really feel like being MORAL, don't it?
*mutters* Those &$%&*@!
Thank you.
(It's only polite to end this way, no? "Berhemah tinggi". *rolls eyes* Pish posh. Sod off. And then some. God, I love the Brits.)
(Obviously I don't fall into the "studying" category... more like the "griping about having extra to study" category).
Honestly, though. What IS the logic of answering a moral values paper based on a textbook? Aren't moral values supposed to be about stuff you can apply in your daily life?
Should there even be a right or wrong answer, when certain values (though not in the scheme) can be accepted? How can you say one thing is right and another is wrong although both are applicable to that same situation - just that they're looked at from a different perspective?
The whole concept reeks. Where's the logic? If there is any, I just can't see it. Okay, I understand why they want us to study History. Learning about past patriots can be inspiring. Really.
(I'm a history buff. So sue me).
But Moral? Damned if I get it.
Who are you to say that a parent's duty isn't to "hormat dan taat kepada anggota keluarga" as opposed to "mengekalkan tradisi keluarga"?
[Translations: "respect and be loyal to the family" vs. "upholding family traditions".]
What, parents don't have to do that? Be respectful and loyal, I mean.
Sheesh.
There ISN'T any clear cut right or wrong in instances when both are moral values. There shouldn't be. People react differently to different things don't they? But that doesn't necessarily mean that one person is right and the other wrong. True?
It'd be worth it if it was another easy A. But unfortunately, the Powers that Be don't think being moral should come too easily so... heck. Another subject to pull down the grade.
Makes you really feel like being MORAL, don't it?
*mutters* Those &$%&*@!
Thank you.
(It's only polite to end this way, no? "Berhemah tinggi". *rolls eyes* Pish posh. Sod off. And then some. God, I love the Brits.)
Thursday, November 25, 2004
Que Sera Sera..?
Have you ever thought of what things would be like, a year, two years, even 10 years from now? What YOU would be like?
I have. A lot. Are you surprised? Nah. I didn't think you would be.
I remember, as a kid.. I used to look in the mirror and try to visualize what I would look like at 16.
HAH!
If only the 7-year-old me knew. She would have run out and got plastic surgery or something done immediately. Hehe.
So much can change in 10 years. It's scary. I bear very little resemblance to the kid in the old photos (and there are many... my parents were photography mad when we were younger).
In fact, I looked like a Chinese baby through and through. Dad says he got dirty looks from people whenever he took me for walks around the field. In fact, he still does when he puts his arm around me in public :) Poor thing. The social stigma of having a daughter who's several skin tones lighter.
This wondering about the future thing. I can't help doing it! A lot of things I did years ago seem really unnecessary in hindsight, knowing what I know now. All those crushes, fights with friends, jealousy, the tears... Were they really necessary?
And that's what's so scary. What may be exceedingly important now, may hardly seem to matter, 2 or 3 years down the line.
Then again, life is meant to be lived in the moment. Right? So I suppose worrying is a dumb thing to do.
But I still insist on dreaming. Who knows... Maybe if I dream hard enough, I will meet the guy of my dreams - EXACTLY like he is in my dreams! :)
I have. A lot. Are you surprised? Nah. I didn't think you would be.
I remember, as a kid.. I used to look in the mirror and try to visualize what I would look like at 16.
HAH!
If only the 7-year-old me knew. She would have run out and got plastic surgery or something done immediately. Hehe.
So much can change in 10 years. It's scary. I bear very little resemblance to the kid in the old photos (and there are many... my parents were photography mad when we were younger).
In fact, I looked like a Chinese baby through and through. Dad says he got dirty looks from people whenever he took me for walks around the field. In fact, he still does when he puts his arm around me in public :) Poor thing. The social stigma of having a daughter who's several skin tones lighter.
This wondering about the future thing. I can't help doing it! A lot of things I did years ago seem really unnecessary in hindsight, knowing what I know now. All those crushes, fights with friends, jealousy, the tears... Were they really necessary?
And that's what's so scary. What may be exceedingly important now, may hardly seem to matter, 2 or 3 years down the line.
Then again, life is meant to be lived in the moment. Right? So I suppose worrying is a dumb thing to do.
But I still insist on dreaming. Who knows... Maybe if I dream hard enough, I will meet the guy of my dreams - EXACTLY like he is in my dreams! :)
When A Woman Loves A Man
(This is one of the better songs on Westlife's Turnaround. Or at least one of the very few that stuck with me...)
When the stars are in her eyes
And the sun is in her smile
The only moment in a life
That happens the same time
Is when a woman loves a man
She'll be a mother and a child
Sacrifice her days and nights
And no other will exsist
She'll put her life in every kiss
When a woman loves a man
And you'll be amazed at when you're stumbling
She'll fight for you
And won't let you give in
She'll do all that she can
When a woman loves a man
A soothing breeze always blows
Somebody understands another soul
It's like the planets have aligned
Every sentence has a rhyme
When a woman loves a man
Oh, you'll be amazed how when
You're needing it
She'll fight for you
From the begining to the end
And she'll do all that she can
When a woman loves a man
It's the greatest gift of all
Knowing that unconditionally
She'll catch you when you fall
When a woman loves a man
When the stars are in her eyes
And the sun is in her smile
She'll be a mother and a child
But all at the same time
When a woman loves a man
She'll be your air
She'll bring you life
She'll make the sacrifice
When a woman loves a man
~ Westlife ~
When the stars are in her eyes
And the sun is in her smile
The only moment in a life
That happens the same time
Is when a woman loves a man
She'll be a mother and a child
Sacrifice her days and nights
And no other will exsist
She'll put her life in every kiss
When a woman loves a man
And you'll be amazed at when you're stumbling
She'll fight for you
And won't let you give in
She'll do all that she can
When a woman loves a man
A soothing breeze always blows
Somebody understands another soul
It's like the planets have aligned
Every sentence has a rhyme
When a woman loves a man
Oh, you'll be amazed how when
You're needing it
She'll fight for you
From the begining to the end
And she'll do all that she can
When a woman loves a man
It's the greatest gift of all
Knowing that unconditionally
She'll catch you when you fall
When a woman loves a man
When the stars are in her eyes
And the sun is in her smile
She'll be a mother and a child
But all at the same time
When a woman loves a man
She'll be your air
She'll bring you life
She'll make the sacrifice
When a woman loves a man
~ Westlife ~
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
21 Things To Do After SPM
1. Go on a book shopping spree!
2. Movie marathon - The Terminal, The Incredibles, Alexander... Oooh.
3. Dye my hair... anyone got ideas on a colour? Just not blue, green, purple, red or yellow, please :P
4. Clear out all the UNWANTED and UNNEEDED SPM books... and dump 'em in Dave's room! Muahahaha!
5. Get Westlife's new album - Allow Us To Be Frank.
6. Get rid of old/little-used clothes and upgrade my wardrobe :)
7. Learn how to cook properly.
8. Make cookies.
9. Try and see if I can match mum's chocolate cake.
10. Buy some more books.
11. Go for a MPO performance.
12. See a theatrical/musical performance.
13. Get a facial.. just for the heck of it.
14. Karaoke!!!
15. Catch up on all the TV I've been missing out on.
16. Sleep late, wake up later.
17. Go for Latte @ 8.
18. Reply all emails - they're LONG overdue. *looks guilty*
19. Download songs. I'm dying from hearing the same stuff over and over and over...
20. Plan a scary movie night and watch Stephen King's "It".
21. Get Tolkien's Unfinished Tales!
~ These are my plans for the time being... more to come, when my brain starts working again ;) ~
2. Movie marathon - The Terminal, The Incredibles, Alexander... Oooh.
3. Dye my hair... anyone got ideas on a colour? Just not blue, green, purple, red or yellow, please :P
4. Clear out all the UNWANTED and UNNEEDED SPM books... and dump 'em in Dave's room! Muahahaha!
5. Get Westlife's new album - Allow Us To Be Frank.
6. Get rid of old/little-used clothes and upgrade my wardrobe :)
7. Learn how to cook properly.
8. Make cookies.
9. Try and see if I can match mum's chocolate cake.
10. Buy some more books.
11. Go for a MPO performance.
12. See a theatrical/musical performance.
13. Get a facial.. just for the heck of it.
14. Karaoke!!!
15. Catch up on all the TV I've been missing out on.
16. Sleep late, wake up later.
17. Go for Latte @ 8.
18. Reply all emails - they're LONG overdue. *looks guilty*
19. Download songs. I'm dying from hearing the same stuff over and over and over...
20. Plan a scary movie night and watch Stephen King's "It".
21. Get Tolkien's Unfinished Tales!
~ These are my plans for the time being... more to come, when my brain starts working again ;) ~
7 down, 4 to go
Boohoohoo!!!! My darlin' loooossssst! *sobs heart out*
Um. Well. All right. I'm over-reacting. I like Casey too, so I guess it ain't that bad. GO GIRL! :D
Physics paper was... *slits throat*.
I's NOT liking Physics. I's liking it even less than the Add Maths. *sniffles*
Bye bye another A! *waves forlornly*.
But hell. After this it's a home run til the end, baby! Only two worrisome papers to go. Ahaha! Elaine is excited! Can't wait for.. okay everybody memorize this: 3.30 p.m. 2nd Dec 2004!
Oooh oh I'm lovin' it!
Um. Did I just quote JT?? HEEEELLLLPPPP!!!!
All righty. More than enough one liners for the day. I'm just writing coz I can't NOT write. You know? You don't? Ok nevermind then.
*warbles* "Annndd nowww.. the end is neeeaarrr........"
Um. Well. All right. I'm over-reacting. I like Casey too, so I guess it ain't that bad. GO GIRL! :D
Physics paper was... *slits throat*.
I's NOT liking Physics. I's liking it even less than the Add Maths. *sniffles*
Bye bye another A! *waves forlornly*.
But hell. After this it's a home run til the end, baby! Only two worrisome papers to go. Ahaha! Elaine is excited! Can't wait for.. okay everybody memorize this: 3.30 p.m. 2nd Dec 2004!
Oooh oh I'm lovin' it!
Um. Did I just quote JT?? HEEEELLLLPPPP!!!!
All righty. More than enough one liners for the day. I'm just writing coz I can't NOT write. You know? You don't? Ok nevermind then.
*warbles* "Annndd nowww.. the end is neeeaarrr........"
Monday, November 22, 2004
60 Little Known Things About Me
1. I don't like dark chocolate.
2. I don't like chocolate with fillings (esp. mint, orange and strawberry)
3. Coriander leaves leave a bad taste in my mouth.
4. So do spring onions and celery.
5. Fish skin disgusts me.
6. I will eat fish if it doesn't smell.
7. I like durians, but not durian flavoured products.
8. I think cheesy ballads are cool.
9. The only reason I don't eat prawns is because I'm too lazy to peel 'em.
10. I wear less than a quarter of the clothes in my wardrobe on a regular basis.
11. I still read (and love) Enid Blyton books.
12. I was an F4 freak after watching Meteor Garden last year.
13. My one major regret is stopping ballet lessons.
14. My first celebrity crush was on Austin St. John - or better known as Jason, the Red Ranger.
15. I am a hoarder - about half the things I have, I don't use.
16. I look awful in pink.
17. I drive better when my mum isn't in the car.
18. I think golf is the most boring game invented - next to lawn bowling.
19. I'm more afraid of ordinary house lizards than I am of their bigger counterparts (like iguanas).
20. I don't fancy small dogs (eg. chihuahuas, shitzus etc.) as pets.
21. I had a crush on Aladdin, the cartoon character.
22. I say I like muscular guys, but 3 out of 4 of my ex-es are skinny. Very skinny.
23. I talk in my sleep.
24. I have mismatched ears.
25. I used to think the months were "February, January..."
26. Bon Jovi's "Always" is one fo the most romantic songs ever, IMHO.
27. I don't like red, yellow or white roses.
28. Ornaments, figurines, candles, don't do much for me.
29. Carson is my favourite of the Fab Five. I love his sense of humour!
30. I don't like talking on the phone.
31. I am very quiet unless I'm really comfortable.
32. If there is spaghetti on the menu, chances are I'll order spaghetti.
33. I can never tell if I'm flirting or not.
34. I can be clumsier than Mr. Bean.
35. I like singing in the shower because the water makes my voice sound better.
36. Repairman Jack reminds me of the guy I currently have a crush on.
37. I have 4 different diaries - all half full.
38. I like making lists, but I rarely stick to them.
39. When I was 11 used to sleep downstairs on the shelf next to the radio just so I could catch the late night show with Ross on Hitz.
40. I have NO public speaking skills.
41. I never conducted a single spot check as a prefect.
42. I don't like mindless action movies.
43. I have never been further than Batam Island.
44. I've had migraines since I was 9 years old.
45. Bad English turns me off.
46. I am a carbon copy of my dad - although I am a tad more disciplined than him! :)
47. I'm the easiest person in the world to shop for - books, chocolates or Famous Amos cookies will make my day.
48. Flowers are nice, but chocolates are better.
49. Of all genres, I like metal and hip hop the least.
50. My favourite psalm is Psalm 91.
51. I cannot control my facial expressions - especially when it comes to bad performances.
52. I can finish 8 novels in 3 days.
53. Rex Harrison is my all time favourite actor - solely for his performance as Henry Higgins in My Fair Lady.
54. I don't like Hokkien mee.
55. I wanna go for vocal, dance and flute lessons.
56. I am doing my Grade 8 in piano, but feel like I'm still in Grade 5.
57. I am a lousy cook.
58. For me, Clay Aiken defines Idol.
59. The only things fishy that I will willingly eat are tuna sandwiches and fish balls.
60. Growing up scares me.
2. I don't like chocolate with fillings (esp. mint, orange and strawberry)
3. Coriander leaves leave a bad taste in my mouth.
4. So do spring onions and celery.
5. Fish skin disgusts me.
6. I will eat fish if it doesn't smell.
7. I like durians, but not durian flavoured products.
8. I think cheesy ballads are cool.
9. The only reason I don't eat prawns is because I'm too lazy to peel 'em.
10. I wear less than a quarter of the clothes in my wardrobe on a regular basis.
11. I still read (and love) Enid Blyton books.
12. I was an F4 freak after watching Meteor Garden last year.
13. My one major regret is stopping ballet lessons.
14. My first celebrity crush was on Austin St. John - or better known as Jason, the Red Ranger.
15. I am a hoarder - about half the things I have, I don't use.
16. I look awful in pink.
17. I drive better when my mum isn't in the car.
18. I think golf is the most boring game invented - next to lawn bowling.
19. I'm more afraid of ordinary house lizards than I am of their bigger counterparts (like iguanas).
20. I don't fancy small dogs (eg. chihuahuas, shitzus etc.) as pets.
21. I had a crush on Aladdin, the cartoon character.
22. I say I like muscular guys, but 3 out of 4 of my ex-es are skinny. Very skinny.
23. I talk in my sleep.
24. I have mismatched ears.
25. I used to think the months were "February, January..."
26. Bon Jovi's "Always" is one fo the most romantic songs ever, IMHO.
27. I don't like red, yellow or white roses.
28. Ornaments, figurines, candles, don't do much for me.
29. Carson is my favourite of the Fab Five. I love his sense of humour!
30. I don't like talking on the phone.
31. I am very quiet unless I'm really comfortable.
32. If there is spaghetti on the menu, chances are I'll order spaghetti.
33. I can never tell if I'm flirting or not.
34. I can be clumsier than Mr. Bean.
35. I like singing in the shower because the water makes my voice sound better.
36. Repairman Jack reminds me of the guy I currently have a crush on.
37. I have 4 different diaries - all half full.
38. I like making lists, but I rarely stick to them.
39. When I was 11 used to sleep downstairs on the shelf next to the radio just so I could catch the late night show with Ross on Hitz.
40. I have NO public speaking skills.
41. I never conducted a single spot check as a prefect.
42. I don't like mindless action movies.
43. I have never been further than Batam Island.
44. I've had migraines since I was 9 years old.
45. Bad English turns me off.
46. I am a carbon copy of my dad - although I am a tad more disciplined than him! :)
47. I'm the easiest person in the world to shop for - books, chocolates or Famous Amos cookies will make my day.
48. Flowers are nice, but chocolates are better.
49. Of all genres, I like metal and hip hop the least.
50. My favourite psalm is Psalm 91.
51. I cannot control my facial expressions - especially when it comes to bad performances.
52. I can finish 8 novels in 3 days.
53. Rex Harrison is my all time favourite actor - solely for his performance as Henry Higgins in My Fair Lady.
54. I don't like Hokkien mee.
55. I wanna go for vocal, dance and flute lessons.
56. I am doing my Grade 8 in piano, but feel like I'm still in Grade 5.
57. I am a lousy cook.
58. For me, Clay Aiken defines Idol.
59. The only things fishy that I will willingly eat are tuna sandwiches and fish balls.
60. Growing up scares me.
Sunday, November 21, 2004
Me Darlings
Feeling a little nostalgic today, so decided to write about my friends. You guys make life worth it. Love y'all! Mwa mwa!
Okay. Ahem. There're 3 categories, basically about my best mates, my group of friends and my cyber friends.
I just needed to get this out of my system ;)
Okay. Ahem. There're 3 categories, basically about my best mates, my group of friends and my cyber friends.
I just needed to get this out of my system ;)
My Best Pals
Ju Li.
She's probably the sole reason I bothered showing up in school 90% of the time this year. I mean, heck. There's only so many times that one can hear the mole story before going crazy. Haha. Jokes aside, we're just totally on the same wavelength. Nobody understands me as well as she does. Fact: We think the same way (scary, eh Ju? :P) and I think we've been finishing each others sentences lately. Now how cool is THAT? :)
Lavinia.
My best choir pal. She made school life all the way through Form 1 and 2 worth it. It's a pity she had to go to Australia. She's probably one of the few people whom I can talk to about ANYTHING, knowing that she'll never judge and I'll always have her support. If you read this Lav.. I miss you, girl.
She's probably the sole reason I bothered showing up in school 90% of the time this year. I mean, heck. There's only so many times that one can hear the mole story before going crazy. Haha. Jokes aside, we're just totally on the same wavelength. Nobody understands me as well as she does. Fact: We think the same way (scary, eh Ju? :P) and I think we've been finishing each others sentences lately. Now how cool is THAT? :)
Lavinia.
My best choir pal. She made school life all the way through Form 1 and 2 worth it. It's a pity she had to go to Australia. She's probably one of the few people whom I can talk to about ANYTHING, knowing that she'll never judge and I'll always have her support. If you read this Lav.. I miss you, girl.
The Gang
This has 2 sections: The W.E.I.R.D Kambings in Forms 3 and 4, and Insanely Sane in Form 5. Basically the same people with one or two changes...
WK was made up of Joyce, Ee May, Jen, Ju and me. Main activities included sitting at the back of the class eating eclairs and gossiping. Oh, and writing heartbreakingly sad stories to Big Bro. All fake, of course. Hehe.
Insanely Sane includes the same people, with the exception of Joyce and the addition of Priya and Xin Yi . This gang is responsible for making an otherwise BORING "first" class come alive. Repertoire includes Malaysian Idol and boyband spoofs, and conversations that sound like they've just stepped out of the "Hamlet" or "Macbeth" or whichever book they're reading for Lit at that time.Here's a rundown of the peeps involved:
Ee May - Drama Queen, Dancing Queen. She's an excellent mimic and combine that with a hilarious sense of humour and with completely no self-consciousness, it's a perfect combo for a great entertainer. She's also extremely strong willed and knows her own mind, and I admire her 100% for that.
Jenna - One of the founding fath.. I mean, mothers.. of the gangs (Joyce and May being the others), she's definitely a little loose with the screws too (a good thing, this). I love her passion and her ability to feel so deeply about stuff. And also the way she incorporates melodrama into basically everything she does. The 21st Century Shakespeare. No doubt about that.
Joyce - My T.B! Um. That means True Blue. Her best trait? Loyalty. And I guess that's really what makes her more than a friend worth having.
Priya - Cute li'l kid. Or so she says. She's got a similar sense of humour to mine, so is it any wonder that we get along? One year's too short girly. Gonna miss you :(
Xin Yi - The Male Chromosome!!! Haha. All righty. ANOTHER literature freak. I tell you, she and Ju LIVE in Shakespearean times la. Honest. They talk in quotes. No conversation is completely without at least one quote either way. But I'll miss it. The mindless chatter and all.Sniffles.
WK was made up of Joyce, Ee May, Jen, Ju and me. Main activities included sitting at the back of the class eating eclairs and gossiping. Oh, and writing heartbreakingly sad stories to Big Bro. All fake, of course. Hehe.
Insanely Sane includes the same people, with the exception of Joyce and the addition of Priya and Xin Yi . This gang is responsible for making an otherwise BORING "first" class come alive. Repertoire includes Malaysian Idol and boyband spoofs, and conversations that sound like they've just stepped out of the "Hamlet" or "Macbeth" or whichever book they're reading for Lit at that time.Here's a rundown of the peeps involved:
Ee May - Drama Queen, Dancing Queen. She's an excellent mimic and combine that with a hilarious sense of humour and with completely no self-consciousness, it's a perfect combo for a great entertainer. She's also extremely strong willed and knows her own mind, and I admire her 100% for that.
Jenna - One of the founding fath.. I mean, mothers.. of the gangs (Joyce and May being the others), she's definitely a little loose with the screws too (a good thing, this). I love her passion and her ability to feel so deeply about stuff. And also the way she incorporates melodrama into basically everything she does. The 21st Century Shakespeare. No doubt about that.
Joyce - My T.B! Um. That means True Blue. Her best trait? Loyalty. And I guess that's really what makes her more than a friend worth having.
Priya - Cute li'l kid. Or so she says. She's got a similar sense of humour to mine, so is it any wonder that we get along? One year's too short girly. Gonna miss you :(
Xin Yi - The Male Chromosome!!! Haha. All righty. ANOTHER literature freak. I tell you, she and Ju LIVE in Shakespearean times la. Honest. They talk in quotes. No conversation is completely without at least one quote either way. But I'll miss it. The mindless chatter and all.Sniffles.
Net Pals
Dane.
The crazy boy from Down Undah! My donkeyskee! My best net buddy!Never met anyone else with whom I can talk pure nonsense non-stop for hours and not notice the time fly by. And this dude calls me Cheekyskee. Pretty apt, but what can I do? He INSISTS that he has.. um.. "WMDs" and brings them up like, all the time! (Don't deny it, Daney boy.. you do :P) Although just between you and me.. I have this sneaking suspicion it might be another Iraq ;) Hehe. Aw heck. You know I'm just teasing don't ya? *mwa*
(PS: Daney... If you EVER dare say you're not worthy of Em again, I will personally bash your skull in. Grr. She chose you, babes. Meaning she thinks you are. Remember that.)
Yuen Li.
Or should I say Dr. Yuen Li, Low PhD? Haha. This guy is, to quote him - "29, looks 18, acts 12". And hm. Based on recent conversations, I must say I agree :) I've known him for around a year now, and the fact that we haven't lost touch speaks greatly of how mental he must be. Hehe. Seriously though, this fellow's English is like - WHOA! Put him and Ju in a chat and you'd think you've stepped into a 19th century novel. Honest! :) He's brilliant too.. PhD in molecular microbiology *whistles*. Oh and it's to his credit that he doesn't play up the age thing. Yuen Li.. I know I'm a sucky correspondent. I'll let you you win the next bowling game to make up, okay? *hugs*
The MI Forum Family.
I will NEVER regret the day I joined the forum. It takes all kinds to make the world go 'round, and you won't get any more diverse than the peeps in this forum.
To sbjess, evonc, pretty_petals, miloyalsupporter, Idolfan, Kenny, c.ry.us.nu.b, Leez, Datin Aryna, priest, Revo, jimmie118, meow, fanatico, Valen, baby_seed, karenRox, bayieng, hikari, lai_lai_katong and all those I've met at the Spectaculars and in Genting.... It was AMAZING meeting you guys. Thank you for the best Fridays nights I've had in a long time. Looking forward to next year ;)
The MSN gang: DJ, Jas, Winter and Trix... You guys made the afternoons and evenings bearable ;)
And in YM, Jen, Greg and Ken... Damn I miss that emoticon! Coz that's exactly what I feel like doing when I think of you guys :)
And to those I have yet to meet... mikey, Scorps, MIF and the rest... Looking forward to it. Really.
Faceparty
Paul, Indman, Kev, Kas, Mark, Matt and Saf... Great knowing you guys. You've brought an amazing amount of laughs and I'm really grateful.
The crazy boy from Down Undah! My donkeyskee! My best net buddy!Never met anyone else with whom I can talk pure nonsense non-stop for hours and not notice the time fly by. And this dude calls me Cheekyskee. Pretty apt, but what can I do? He INSISTS that he has.. um.. "WMDs" and brings them up like, all the time! (Don't deny it, Daney boy.. you do :P) Although just between you and me.. I have this sneaking suspicion it might be another Iraq ;) Hehe. Aw heck. You know I'm just teasing don't ya? *mwa*
(PS: Daney... If you EVER dare say you're not worthy of Em again, I will personally bash your skull in. Grr. She chose you, babes. Meaning she thinks you are. Remember that.)
Yuen Li.
Or should I say Dr. Yuen Li, Low PhD? Haha. This guy is, to quote him - "29, looks 18, acts 12". And hm. Based on recent conversations, I must say I agree :) I've known him for around a year now, and the fact that we haven't lost touch speaks greatly of how mental he must be. Hehe. Seriously though, this fellow's English is like - WHOA! Put him and Ju in a chat and you'd think you've stepped into a 19th century novel. Honest! :) He's brilliant too.. PhD in molecular microbiology *whistles*. Oh and it's to his credit that he doesn't play up the age thing. Yuen Li.. I know I'm a sucky correspondent. I'll let you you win the next bowling game to make up, okay? *hugs*
The MI Forum Family.
I will NEVER regret the day I joined the forum. It takes all kinds to make the world go 'round, and you won't get any more diverse than the peeps in this forum.
To sbjess, evonc, pretty_petals, miloyalsupporter, Idolfan, Kenny, c.ry.us.nu.b, Leez, Datin Aryna, priest, Revo, jimmie118, meow, fanatico, Valen, baby_seed, karenRox, bayieng, hikari, lai_lai_katong and all those I've met at the Spectaculars and in Genting.... It was AMAZING meeting you guys. Thank you for the best Fridays nights I've had in a long time. Looking forward to next year ;)
The MSN gang: DJ, Jas, Winter and Trix... You guys made the afternoons and evenings bearable ;)
And in YM, Jen, Greg and Ken... Damn I miss that emoticon! Coz that's exactly what I feel like doing when I think of you guys :)
And to those I have yet to meet... mikey, Scorps, MIF and the rest... Looking forward to it. Really.
Faceparty
Paul, Indman, Kev, Kas, Mark, Matt and Saf... Great knowing you guys. You've brought an amazing amount of laughs and I'm really grateful.
Saturday, November 20, 2004
-none-
Got up today with a splitting headache. Huh. Should be normal for me, except that I haven't had a headache in months. Sheesh. Shoulda known it wouldn't last.
I don't think any two days have been as boring as yesterday and today have been. Yesterday was so boring, that I can't even remember what I did! I'm serious. God... Cuckoo-ville, here I come!
Sniffles. Dave and Mum have gone to see the Incredibles. Lucky ducks. It's still a good two weeks before I get the chance. Sigh. Whoever invented exams should.. should.. "Go to that place down there!"- Thalia.
Sleeeep glorious sleeeeep! Although I think I've had too much of THAT these two days. So much so that I can't even sleep off this miserable headache. Ah heck. I'll quit griping. It's not like I'm not used to them sledgehammers, anyway.
Oh yeah. If anyone knows where to get any Repairman Jack novels, please tell me. I'm totally in love with that guy. Um. Yeah. Anyway. Any info would be appreciated.
Aiks. Now it's back to being bored. Ta!
I don't think any two days have been as boring as yesterday and today have been. Yesterday was so boring, that I can't even remember what I did! I'm serious. God... Cuckoo-ville, here I come!
Sniffles. Dave and Mum have gone to see the Incredibles. Lucky ducks. It's still a good two weeks before I get the chance. Sigh. Whoever invented exams should.. should.. "Go to that place down there!"- Thalia.
Sleeeep glorious sleeeeep! Although I think I've had too much of THAT these two days. So much so that I can't even sleep off this miserable headache. Ah heck. I'll quit griping. It's not like I'm not used to them sledgehammers, anyway.
Oh yeah. If anyone knows where to get any Repairman Jack novels, please tell me. I'm totally in love with that guy. Um. Yeah. Anyway. Any info would be appreciated.
Aiks. Now it's back to being bored. Ta!
Friday, November 19, 2004
Stuff
Yay! I can finally understand some of the Electromagnetic and Electronics sections of Physics. Whee! Okay, maybe I'm still a little blur here and there but heck. It's a vast improvement. At least now I have a vague, if not good, idea of how most of the components work. Phew. My cousin is a life-saver!
Say.. has anyone ever noticed that I'm crazy? From May to October, I never stepped in the cinema once. In this past one week (which is right in the middle of the SPM exams, mind) I've been to the cinema twice and watched 5 DVDs. Now. Can someone explain that to me? Because the logic is totally evading me right now.
But then again. Maybe I'm not that abnormal. I just saw Ee May's blog and she's almost as nuts as I am!! Looks like we're the 5D outcasts. The black sheep. The non-studyers! :D Gimme five, May!!! *piak*
I've been wondering... What does it mean when something happens, or you see something fun or interesting, the first thing that pops into your head is "Wait til __ hears this!" or "I can't wait to tell __". And '__' is the same person. What's that mean, eh?
I'm a Maggi Mee addict. Over the past couple of weeks I think I've eaten as much Maggi Mee as a Western food intolerant Malaysian in London. Damn. I hope that "eat too much Maggi can become botak one you know!" OWT is just what it is. And old wives tale. *gulps*
Oh joy. Now it's back to the (ugh!) books.
*yawns*
Say.. has anyone ever noticed that I'm crazy? From May to October, I never stepped in the cinema once. In this past one week (which is right in the middle of the SPM exams, mind) I've been to the cinema twice and watched 5 DVDs. Now. Can someone explain that to me? Because the logic is totally evading me right now.
But then again. Maybe I'm not that abnormal. I just saw Ee May's blog and she's almost as nuts as I am!! Looks like we're the 5D outcasts. The black sheep. The non-studyers! :D Gimme five, May!!! *piak*
I've been wondering... What does it mean when something happens, or you see something fun or interesting, the first thing that pops into your head is "Wait til __ hears this!" or "I can't wait to tell __". And '__' is the same person. What's that mean, eh?
I'm a Maggi Mee addict. Over the past couple of weeks I think I've eaten as much Maggi Mee as a Western food intolerant Malaysian in London. Damn. I hope that "eat too much Maggi can become botak one you know!" OWT is just what it is. And old wives tale. *gulps*
Oh joy. Now it's back to the (ugh!) books.
*yawns*
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
-untitled-
I just realized something over the last couple of days: Insecurity is a REALLY scary thing.
It can do things to you that totally screws your mind up. You start analyzing everything people say and worse, you get paranoid.
Nah uh. Definitely not a good feeling.
What do I have to be insecure about? That's the thing - NOTHING! There is nothing to be insecure about simply because there's nothing there! Does that make sense? Well, it does to me.
But see, knowing something and actually doing something about it are two completely different things. I've thought and thought about it, and nothing I come up with can shatter the logic I know to be the truth.
Anyway, it really is useless pursuing this. Over the course of time (um.. did that sound long? It's more like a couple of months :P), I've come to realize that I've been deluding myself all this while.
I mean, the whole IDEA of it is brilliant: Brains, talent, humour.. what else could I want? Right?
But no. David is right. The human connection is probably.. no, make that IS.. what counts. He asked, "You know him, but do you know his heart?" Um okay.. Not in so many words, but I was stumped.
Ah, the wisdom of younger brothers. There's an infinite amount of truth in that. I don't know HIM. I don't know what makes him tick, I don't know how he'd react to a beggar on the street.. And I don't know how well we'd get along if we really got close. Like, intimate close.
Coz I AM the notorious guy-dumper. Sigh. I admit it. I'm not proud of it, but I do acknowledge that I have an extremely, horrifically short attention span.
So I've decided to give it a rest. Yeah yeah.. I know. My "give it a rest"s don't usually last very long.. But bear with me ok? :)
It can do things to you that totally screws your mind up. You start analyzing everything people say and worse, you get paranoid.
Nah uh. Definitely not a good feeling.
What do I have to be insecure about? That's the thing - NOTHING! There is nothing to be insecure about simply because there's nothing there! Does that make sense? Well, it does to me.
But see, knowing something and actually doing something about it are two completely different things. I've thought and thought about it, and nothing I come up with can shatter the logic I know to be the truth.
Anyway, it really is useless pursuing this. Over the course of time (um.. did that sound long? It's more like a couple of months :P), I've come to realize that I've been deluding myself all this while.
I mean, the whole IDEA of it is brilliant: Brains, talent, humour.. what else could I want? Right?
But no. David is right. The human connection is probably.. no, make that IS.. what counts. He asked, "You know him, but do you know his heart?" Um okay.. Not in so many words, but I was stumped.
Ah, the wisdom of younger brothers. There's an infinite amount of truth in that. I don't know HIM. I don't know what makes him tick, I don't know how he'd react to a beggar on the street.. And I don't know how well we'd get along if we really got close. Like, intimate close.
Coz I AM the notorious guy-dumper. Sigh. I admit it. I'm not proud of it, but I do acknowledge that I have an extremely, horrifically short attention span.
So I've decided to give it a rest. Yeah yeah.. I know. My "give it a rest"s don't usually last very long.. But bear with me ok? :)
Sunday, November 14, 2004
Dental Care
My dad just showed me some amazing pictures. People with really bad tooth problems - discolouring, gaps, asymmetry of the face, stains, crowding, etc. - with all those problems corrected! And boy, let me tell you, some of the results - if not most - were brilliant, to say the least. Talk about a totally improved apprearance!
And the techniques used weren't all that spectacular - bonding and bleaching. Well, those are the general methods, but the techniques are more specific when it comes to actual cases. It really is nothing fancy, in comparison to the kinds of comestic dentistry available now (eg. implants... which can actually do wonders but cost a bomb). But really. The results speak for themselves.
Come to think of it, maybe doing dentistry won't be so bad after all. Making someone look better almost always makes them feel better about themselves, right? And the teeth are so important! Its hard to smile when you're self-conscious about what you project in that smile, no? I guess I WILL be helping loads of people. Might just make up for me missing the oppurtunity to do psychology! :)
Oh and guys:
Please visit your dentist regularly, at least once every six months, for a routine check up. You may feel that nothing is wrong with your teeth but in reality, you may never know until the tooth (or teeth) starts to hurt. And by then, you options may be limited to
a) Saving the tooth but spending money
or
b) Getting rid of it but eventually having to resort to the likes of dentures/bridges/implants etc. later on and spending a bomb.
Don't let your aversion to dentists stand in the way of good dental care. It'll save you a lot in the long run. And believe me, the amount you fork out for a regular scaling is merely a slice of what you'll have to pay if you let your teeth go to waste.
And I'm not saying this just coz I'm a dentist's daughter, mind you.
I share. I care.
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And the techniques used weren't all that spectacular - bonding and bleaching. Well, those are the general methods, but the techniques are more specific when it comes to actual cases. It really is nothing fancy, in comparison to the kinds of comestic dentistry available now (eg. implants... which can actually do wonders but cost a bomb). But really. The results speak for themselves.
Come to think of it, maybe doing dentistry won't be so bad after all. Making someone look better almost always makes them feel better about themselves, right? And the teeth are so important! Its hard to smile when you're self-conscious about what you project in that smile, no? I guess I WILL be helping loads of people. Might just make up for me missing the oppurtunity to do psychology! :)
Oh and guys:
Please visit your dentist regularly, at least once every six months, for a routine check up. You may feel that nothing is wrong with your teeth but in reality, you may never know until the tooth (or teeth) starts to hurt. And by then, you options may be limited to
a) Saving the tooth but spending money
or
b) Getting rid of it but eventually having to resort to the likes of dentures/bridges/implants etc. later on and spending a bomb.
Don't let your aversion to dentists stand in the way of good dental care. It'll save you a lot in the long run. And believe me, the amount you fork out for a regular scaling is merely a slice of what you'll have to pay if you let your teeth go to waste.
And I'm not saying this just coz I'm a dentist's daughter, mind you.
I share. I care.
- This community service message was brought to you by wildorchid17 -
B O R E D
Today was a REALLY lazy day. I think I only came out of my room three times - once to go online (for awhile) and twice to forage for food. Otherwise, I stayed in my room.
*yawn*
I love lazing around, don't get me wrong. But it does serve to make one feel incredibly sluggish. I've been feeling lethargic all day.. and I haven't been doing much more than opening a Physics book and a couple of novels that I couldn't quite resist.
Okay fine. So I haven't exactly reached the sleep quota for the average teenager. I can't help it! I need school to sleep! There's something about my desk that just makes me so sleepy. I wish I felt the same way at home.
And you know what's even weirder? When my cousins come over, I'm usually the first to knock out, usually by about 2 a.m., although when I'm alone, I can stay up til 6 a.m. It's really strange. But then, I tend to fall asleep when games like Monopoly are being played. I don't have a clue why I don't like that game... it bores me to tears. Really.
Do you know.. I'm so bored right now, I'm just doodling on a piece of paper. Interesting shapes, they are but hell. They're merely a representation of just how bored I am.
I hereby declare today the official "No Life" day, coz I have never yet been so idle in my entire life. Sigh.
*yawn*
I love lazing around, don't get me wrong. But it does serve to make one feel incredibly sluggish. I've been feeling lethargic all day.. and I haven't been doing much more than opening a Physics book and a couple of novels that I couldn't quite resist.
Okay fine. So I haven't exactly reached the sleep quota for the average teenager. I can't help it! I need school to sleep! There's something about my desk that just makes me so sleepy. I wish I felt the same way at home.
And you know what's even weirder? When my cousins come over, I'm usually the first to knock out, usually by about 2 a.m., although when I'm alone, I can stay up til 6 a.m. It's really strange. But then, I tend to fall asleep when games like Monopoly are being played. I don't have a clue why I don't like that game... it bores me to tears. Really.
Do you know.. I'm so bored right now, I'm just doodling on a piece of paper. Interesting shapes, they are but hell. They're merely a representation of just how bored I am.
I hereby declare today the official "No Life" day, coz I have never yet been so idle in my entire life. Sigh.
White Chicks
I don't think I've ever enjoyed slapstick comedy as much I enjoyed White Chicks last night. The Wayans brothers are "rolling on the floor laughing"-ly hilarious. There was hardly a time when I - or anyone else in the cinema, for that matter - were not either smiling or laughing our heads off! They really are that funny!
Of course, the jokes don't require you to think and are basically the in-your-face kind. Fact, most of the funny moments centre round 2 black guys trying to be white bimbos. And the effect, though ridiculous, makes for AMAZING entertainment. And you will be entertained, no doubts about that. Unless you're the type who walks around with a poker up your a**.
Heehee. And yeah. There were some rather insightful moments too. Like, discovering what a girl really expects of a guy. Guys, take a notebook and jot those tips down. May be of help in the long run. Especially if you can't imagine what it is your girlfriend is constantly whining about :D
If I were a movie reviewer, I'd give this giant ball of laughs A+, full stars, whatever. Simply because there was NEVER a boring moment. Who cares about the plot? Movies are meant to be enjoyable, relaxing stuff, no? ;)
Of course, the jokes don't require you to think and are basically the in-your-face kind. Fact, most of the funny moments centre round 2 black guys trying to be white bimbos. And the effect, though ridiculous, makes for AMAZING entertainment. And you will be entertained, no doubts about that. Unless you're the type who walks around with a poker up your a**.
Heehee. And yeah. There were some rather insightful moments too. Like, discovering what a girl really expects of a guy. Guys, take a notebook and jot those tips down. May be of help in the long run. Especially if you can't imagine what it is your girlfriend is constantly whining about :D
If I were a movie reviewer, I'd give this giant ball of laughs A+, full stars, whatever. Simply because there was NEVER a boring moment. Who cares about the plot? Movies are meant to be enjoyable, relaxing stuff, no? ;)
Saturday, November 13, 2004
Hint hint, guys! :)
This has been going around in email and bulletin form, but I still think it's worth putting it up :) I may not like mush, but I'm still a hopeless romantic at heart (like I said, RIGHT guy :P) Anyway, guys just take note. It's worth remembering. Oh.. and for some reason, numbers 8 and 10 are my favourites ;)
1. Put your arms around her waist and whisper in her ears
2. Kiss her every chance you get
3. Hold her close when she's cold and she can hold you too
4. When you are alone hold her close and kiss her
5. Kiss her on the tip of her nose (it will give her the hint that you want to kiss her)
6.While in the movie, put your arm around her and then she will automatically put her head on your shoulder, then lean in, tilt her chin and kiss her lightly
7. When she complains that her neck/shoulders hurts massage them for her
8. When people diss her stand up for her
9. Look deep into her eyes and tell her you love her
10. Lay down under the stars and out her head on your chest so she can listen to the steady beat of your heart... Link your fingers together while you whisper to her as she rests her eyes and listens to you
Friday, November 12, 2004
Ramblings
I've always kind of wondered.. when does someone start becoming important? How is it that one day you wake up and wonder.. "How did I ever get through the day before this?"
It baffles me. When does it happen? How does it happen? WHY does it happen? What is it about that person that makes not caring impossible?
Especially when caring is the last thing you want to do. You want to hate them, or show them in some way that, hey! I can get on without you! But you know it could backfire. That person could walk away and never come back. They'd walk away and you'd be left there. Alone.
People say move on. You'll care for another one day. Maybe even more than you do for the person who had your heart in their hands, but let it slip through and shatter. You'll learn to love again.
You know better than they do. A broken heart never fully recovers, never really heals. There will always be cracks where the pieces have been too far gone to fit back into place. You never forget; you CAN'T forget.
Because that one person has taken all of you. And he has never given it back. How could he? He didn't even know he had you in the first place.
Then you wonder. Should you tell him? Is it worth the risk? And then, as clear as day, you know it is not. Because if he were to walk out of your life forever, it would be a fate a thousand times worse than death.
Depressing? You betcha.
It baffles me. When does it happen? How does it happen? WHY does it happen? What is it about that person that makes not caring impossible?
Especially when caring is the last thing you want to do. You want to hate them, or show them in some way that, hey! I can get on without you! But you know it could backfire. That person could walk away and never come back. They'd walk away and you'd be left there. Alone.
People say move on. You'll care for another one day. Maybe even more than you do for the person who had your heart in their hands, but let it slip through and shatter. You'll learn to love again.
You know better than they do. A broken heart never fully recovers, never really heals. There will always be cracks where the pieces have been too far gone to fit back into place. You never forget; you CAN'T forget.
Because that one person has taken all of you. And he has never given it back. How could he? He didn't even know he had you in the first place.
Then you wonder. Should you tell him? Is it worth the risk? And then, as clear as day, you know it is not. Because if he were to walk out of your life forever, it would be a fate a thousand times worse than death.
Depressing? You betcha.
Deepavali Day
I am running on less than 3 hours of sleep. It should be normal, but I'm dead tired. Gone into and come out of zombie-zone. It's like I'm running on auto-pilot.
Got up at 8 this morning coz we had to go to PJ to see gran for awhile, since I haven't seen her since the exams started. Were supposed to leave at 9.30, which is why I got up so early after sleeping at 5.30 (don't ask). HOWEVER, we ended up leaving at 10.. Mainly coz my little pest of a brother decided that it's cool to be a girl, and spend ages getting ready. Which is always the case. I don't know why I haven't got used to it yet. Lol.
After that, on to a friends house for Deepavali. Mmm. Boy, does her mom make good food!! There were a few of us there, mostly ex-prefects. We had a brilliant time discussing the "deterioration of quality in leadership" and "why all the good teachers leave MGS". Heehee. And I must say, it's good to have so many people agreeing. Especially about certain... things.. which one's brother refuses to acknowledgle ;)
Got another Deepavali dinner tonight. I'm stuffed but hey.. Fantastic Indian food is a tempation that I ain't gonna fight, baby. Even if I do put on, like, 10 kg afterwards.
Ow. Eyes tired. Vein in head throbbing. But ain't nothing I can do about it. Just like there's nothing I can do about missing someone. The usual.
But you know.. for all the complaining I do, I love my life. Wouldn't trade it in for the world.
HAPPY DEEPAVALI ALL!
Got up at 8 this morning coz we had to go to PJ to see gran for awhile, since I haven't seen her since the exams started. Were supposed to leave at 9.30, which is why I got up so early after sleeping at 5.30 (don't ask). HOWEVER, we ended up leaving at 10.. Mainly coz my little pest of a brother decided that it's cool to be a girl, and spend ages getting ready. Which is always the case. I don't know why I haven't got used to it yet. Lol.
After that, on to a friends house for Deepavali. Mmm. Boy, does her mom make good food!! There were a few of us there, mostly ex-prefects. We had a brilliant time discussing the "deterioration of quality in leadership" and "why all the good teachers leave MGS". Heehee. And I must say, it's good to have so many people agreeing. Especially about certain... things.. which one's brother refuses to acknowledgle ;)
Got another Deepavali dinner tonight. I'm stuffed but hey.. Fantastic Indian food is a tempation that I ain't gonna fight, baby. Even if I do put on, like, 10 kg afterwards.
Ow. Eyes tired. Vein in head throbbing. But ain't nothing I can do about it. Just like there's nothing I can do about missing someone. The usual.
But you know.. for all the complaining I do, I love my life. Wouldn't trade it in for the world.
HAPPY DEEPAVALI ALL!
Thursday, November 11, 2004
Screwy
ANTHONY CALLEA IS AWESOME.
If he doesn't win, I'll scalp them Aussies meself. Heehee. Not that there's much chance of that happening. Is there? Ooh.
Oh my. I cannot believe I'm posting 4 times today. Where's my brain gone? What am I doing online? Oh. Scratch the brain part. Mine turned solid through lack of use a looooong time ago. As my poor, burdened best friend would gladly tell you. Over and over and over and over and... Nevermind.
May I please indulge in a bout of missing someone? Please? Please? Sigh. Feeling all downers is addictive. Really. And NO. I am NOT that weird. Well.. maybe I am. It's not a crime. Is it? IS IT?
I've always turned to writing get my feelings out of my system. But this time it isn't bloody working! Man, I pity the keys. If only I could transfer the frustration that's making my fingers assault the keyboard into something tangible on screen.. then maybe this feeling'll fade. Oh well. Hoping for a miracle was never my kind of thing. So I'll just stick to making the poor innocent keyboard suffer.
For some reason I always sound incredibly preachy when I write. To me, at least. Or affected. Heck, I don't know the proper word but it just ain't natural. To me la.
All right, hell. I feel like crap right now. Hormonal mood swings, maybe? Damn. The bane of teenage life, huh. I have a feeling I know what's causing it, but that's for my own lil private stewpot. And believe me. Stewing is what I'm doing right now. At my own stupidity, of course.
How can you hate something so much, yet want it just as badly at the same time?
This is precisely why I think I'm so screwed up.
PS: DJ, I'll have to look for 'em first. If I find them, you'll be the first to know okay? ;)
If he doesn't win, I'll scalp them Aussies meself. Heehee. Not that there's much chance of that happening. Is there? Ooh.
Oh my. I cannot believe I'm posting 4 times today. Where's my brain gone? What am I doing online? Oh. Scratch the brain part. Mine turned solid through lack of use a looooong time ago. As my poor, burdened best friend would gladly tell you. Over and over and over and over and... Nevermind.
May I please indulge in a bout of missing someone? Please? Please? Sigh. Feeling all downers is addictive. Really. And NO. I am NOT that weird. Well.. maybe I am. It's not a crime. Is it? IS IT?
I've always turned to writing get my feelings out of my system. But this time it isn't bloody working! Man, I pity the keys. If only I could transfer the frustration that's making my fingers assault the keyboard into something tangible on screen.. then maybe this feeling'll fade. Oh well. Hoping for a miracle was never my kind of thing. So I'll just stick to making the poor innocent keyboard suffer.
For some reason I always sound incredibly preachy when I write. To me, at least. Or affected. Heck, I don't know the proper word but it just ain't natural. To me la.
All right, hell. I feel like crap right now. Hormonal mood swings, maybe? Damn. The bane of teenage life, huh. I have a feeling I know what's causing it, but that's for my own lil private stewpot. And believe me. Stewing is what I'm doing right now. At my own stupidity, of course.
How can you hate something so much, yet want it just as badly at the same time?
This is precisely why I think I'm so screwed up.
PS: DJ, I'll have to look for 'em first. If I find them, you'll be the first to know okay? ;)
ZzzzZ
I really need to get my act together.
*closes eyes, sticks fingers in ear, mutters*
Sleep is good. Sleep is good. Sleep is good. Sleep is...
Sigh. This isn't gonna work. Darned if I know what to do. Ju's right. Sitting for an exam on 4 hours of sleep just doesn't cut it. My internal clock is screwed, I tell you.
Sigh again. It'd help if my crazy body actually responded to sleeping pills. But in my case, sleeping pills usually do the opposite. As in I get more hyper.
Ach! What am I going to do??? It's not insomnia as such, coz I DO get to sleep. Just not at a very earthly hour.
Hm. Maybe I should cut down on the caffeine. Haha. But coffee never used to have any effect on me. Why should it now?
Anyone got any ideas?
*closes eyes, sticks fingers in ear, mutters*
Sleep is good. Sleep is good. Sleep is good. Sleep is...
Sigh. This isn't gonna work. Darned if I know what to do. Ju's right. Sitting for an exam on 4 hours of sleep just doesn't cut it. My internal clock is screwed, I tell you.
Sigh again. It'd help if my crazy body actually responded to sleeping pills. But in my case, sleeping pills usually do the opposite. As in I get more hyper.
Ach! What am I going to do??? It's not insomnia as such, coz I DO get to sleep. Just not at a very earthly hour.
Hm. Maybe I should cut down on the caffeine. Haha. But coffee never used to have any effect on me. Why should it now?
Anyone got any ideas?
Masterpiece Me
You know what sucks? Sitting in front of the computer, fingers on the keyboard all geared up to write some masterpiece.. and then the li'l ol' brain decides to do a runner and conk out on you. Now THAT really sucks.
I don't know how I wrote a 3 1/2 page long essay on clothes yesterday. Without writing a draft. I amaze myself sometimes. And NO. I am not being big-headed. Really. Because right now, I cannot think of ANYTHING to say. Which is why I'm rambling on. Again.
Back to essay. I wish I could remember what it is I wrote! And to think that I'll never see head or tail of that paper again. Now if only they had given us 2 hours 30 mins for our essay instead of a lousy 1 hour 45 mins (the time for the comprehension paper is the former; go figure) I would have at least had time to copy down my main points so that the essay doesn't disappear into oblivion.
Hey, I take great pride in my essays. Especially the one I wrote about David for the mid-term. Now, it would have been a great essay about my brother - if I'd actually SAID it was about my brother! I think the teacher nearly went into cardiac arrest. Elaine with a 15 year old. How sweet.
But hey. It got me full marks. As did the one on Malaysian teenagers turning away from our culture and being influenced by the West. Heehee. I really have the knack of sounding like a rheumy, naggy old grandmother.
"Malaysian teenagers have lost the respect that our parents had for their elders."
HAH! Me friends were rolling on the floor, I tell you. Well, not literally. The classroom floor is too dirty to be rolled on. No one does duty unless we're yelled at by a string of different teachers at any one day. Teehee.
Damn.
Nostalgia ain't good, baby! :(
I don't know how I wrote a 3 1/2 page long essay on clothes yesterday. Without writing a draft. I amaze myself sometimes. And NO. I am not being big-headed. Really. Because right now, I cannot think of ANYTHING to say. Which is why I'm rambling on. Again.
Back to essay. I wish I could remember what it is I wrote! And to think that I'll never see head or tail of that paper again. Now if only they had given us 2 hours 30 mins for our essay instead of a lousy 1 hour 45 mins (the time for the comprehension paper is the former; go figure) I would have at least had time to copy down my main points so that the essay doesn't disappear into oblivion.
Hey, I take great pride in my essays. Especially the one I wrote about David for the mid-term. Now, it would have been a great essay about my brother - if I'd actually SAID it was about my brother! I think the teacher nearly went into cardiac arrest. Elaine with a 15 year old. How sweet.
But hey. It got me full marks. As did the one on Malaysian teenagers turning away from our culture and being influenced by the West. Heehee. I really have the knack of sounding like a rheumy, naggy old grandmother.
"Malaysian teenagers have lost the respect that our parents had for their elders."
HAH! Me friends were rolling on the floor, I tell you. Well, not literally. The classroom floor is too dirty to be rolled on. No one does duty unless we're yelled at by a string of different teachers at any one day. Teehee.
Damn.
Nostalgia ain't good, baby! :(
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
Whenever You Call
This song was sung by Mariah Carey and Brian McKnight. Had me bawling at one point in my life, it did. But it's a lovely, icky-mushy (and I don't mean in a bad way) song though so... :)
Love wandered inside
Stronger than you
Stronger than I
And now that it has begun
We cannot turn back
We can only turn into one
I won't ever be too far away to feel you
And I won't hesitate at all
Whenever you call
And I'll always remeber
The part of you so tender
I'll be the one to catch you fall
Whenever you call
And I'm truly inspired
Finding my soul
There in your eyes
And you
Have opened my heart
And lifted me inside
By showing me yourself
Undisguised
I won't ever be too far away to feel you
And I won't hesitate at all
Whenever you call
And I'll always remember
The part of you so tender
I'll be the one to catch your fall
Whenever you call
And I will breathe for you each day
Comfort you through all the pain
Gently kiss your fears away
You can turn to me and cry
Always understand that I
Give you all I am inside
I won't ever be too far away to feel you
And I won't hesitate at all
Whenever you call
And I'll always remember
The part of you so tender
I'll be the one to catch your fall
Whenever you call
Note: This song makes me feel all tingly, it really does. One day.. maybe.. someday.. Uh. I'll hold that thought.
Love wandered inside
Stronger than you
Stronger than I
And now that it has begun
We cannot turn back
We can only turn into one
I won't ever be too far away to feel you
And I won't hesitate at all
Whenever you call
And I'll always remeber
The part of you so tender
I'll be the one to catch you fall
Whenever you call
And I'm truly inspired
Finding my soul
There in your eyes
And you
Have opened my heart
And lifted me inside
By showing me yourself
Undisguised
I won't ever be too far away to feel you
And I won't hesitate at all
Whenever you call
And I'll always remember
The part of you so tender
I'll be the one to catch your fall
Whenever you call
And I will breathe for you each day
Comfort you through all the pain
Gently kiss your fears away
You can turn to me and cry
Always understand that I
Give you all I am inside
I won't ever be too far away to feel you
And I won't hesitate at all
Whenever you call
And I'll always remember
The part of you so tender
I'll be the one to catch your fall
Whenever you call
Note: This song makes me feel all tingly, it really does. One day.. maybe.. someday.. Uh. I'll hold that thought.
History is History!!!
I just watched Fahrenheit 9/11 today.
And boy was it depressing.
Fine, Michael Moore is completely biased against Bush, but really. Who can blame him? (Plus the dude is funny :P) Me dad says that it's "leftist propaganda". Huh. Tell that to the soldiers who died there. And continue to die everyday.
Which makes me wonder - what do people stand to gain from war? I just don't get how people are willing to kill and be killed for... nothing! Does it really take so much effort to consider words like "peace" and "harmony"? Or should we just wipe out those words from the dictionary altogether, for all the use they are.
Sigh.
All righty. To slightly less depressing stuff.
5 subjects down, 6 to go!!
Well. 5, really. EST doesn't count. History wasn't nearly as hard as I expected... I definitely won't fail. I may not get an A though, but who cares, really? It's history, after all! Hehe.
Now all that's left to haunt me is the 3 sciences. Ooh the thought! But Dec 2 is drawing nearer.. and at exactly 3.30 p.m..... PARTY BABY!!!!!!
In 22 days, 17 hours and 38 minutes, I will finally be liberated from the bonds that is the Malaysian Education System.
And hell. It ain't all that long away, baby!
And boy was it depressing.
Fine, Michael Moore is completely biased against Bush, but really. Who can blame him? (Plus the dude is funny :P) Me dad says that it's "leftist propaganda". Huh. Tell that to the soldiers who died there. And continue to die everyday.
Which makes me wonder - what do people stand to gain from war? I just don't get how people are willing to kill and be killed for... nothing! Does it really take so much effort to consider words like "peace" and "harmony"? Or should we just wipe out those words from the dictionary altogether, for all the use they are.
Sigh.
All righty. To slightly less depressing stuff.
5 subjects down, 6 to go!!
Well. 5, really. EST doesn't count. History wasn't nearly as hard as I expected... I definitely won't fail. I may not get an A though, but who cares, really? It's history, after all! Hehe.
Now all that's left to haunt me is the 3 sciences. Ooh the thought! But Dec 2 is drawing nearer.. and at exactly 3.30 p.m..... PARTY BABY!!!!!!
In 22 days, 17 hours and 38 minutes, I will finally be liberated from the bonds that is the Malaysian Education System.
And hell. It ain't all that long away, baby!
Monday, November 08, 2004
Apes
Can someone tell me what it is with some guys and being utter morons? Oooh, sometimes I think some people have yet to evolve. Really.
There was a 2 hour break between our morning and afternoon papers today, so Ju and I were at the mamak outside school. 'Bout 4 tables away was this group of.. of APES. Can you imagine, SPM students playing with that thing which when you blow it up and throw, it explodes? Heck, I thought only 7 year olds play with that thing.
And the sound! It was so loud, one ear went numb and my skin actually hurt. And they did this not once, but 3 f-in times!! After each time, they'd all let out this roar of laughter, like it was the funniest thing in the world to do. Grrr. Two words, babes. GROW UP!
Aw sheesh. To top it off, 90% of the people in that shop were SPM-ers, most with books out, trying to study for the last paper. Not only juvenile, but inconsiderate too. How I would have loved to go there and pour hot soup on each and every one of their sniggering faces.
Would wipe the smiles off them good, it would.
Grr.
There was a 2 hour break between our morning and afternoon papers today, so Ju and I were at the mamak outside school. 'Bout 4 tables away was this group of.. of APES. Can you imagine, SPM students playing with that thing which when you blow it up and throw, it explodes? Heck, I thought only 7 year olds play with that thing.
And the sound! It was so loud, one ear went numb and my skin actually hurt. And they did this not once, but 3 f-in times!! After each time, they'd all let out this roar of laughter, like it was the funniest thing in the world to do. Grrr. Two words, babes. GROW UP!
Aw sheesh. To top it off, 90% of the people in that shop were SPM-ers, most with books out, trying to study for the last paper. Not only juvenile, but inconsiderate too. How I would have loved to go there and pour hot soup on each and every one of their sniggering faces.
Would wipe the smiles off them good, it would.
Grr.
*Yawns*
Oooh. This isn't a good time to get depressed. And why am I depressed??
I DON'T BLOODY WELL KNOW!!!
Honest. This time I'm clueless. Maybe it's my body's way of telling me that I'm worried at a subconcious level but it isn't invading me consciousness. Which, is a good thing. But it also leads me to go mental.. In all the wrong ways.
I need help. Like, REALLY need help.
Oh and did you know that I overuse words like, "like" and "officially" and "dear"? Well yeah. There's a whole long list but I'll save that for another time.
Damn. Back to the books.
I DON'T BLOODY WELL KNOW!!!
Honest. This time I'm clueless. Maybe it's my body's way of telling me that I'm worried at a subconcious level but it isn't invading me consciousness. Which, is a good thing. But it also leads me to go mental.. In all the wrong ways.
I need help. Like, REALLY need help.
Oh and did you know that I overuse words like, "like" and "officially" and "dear"? Well yeah. There's a whole long list but I'll save that for another time.
Damn. Back to the books.
Mr. Red
I can't believe that in the whole entire church, there is only ONE worthy bit of eye candy!! ONE! Sigh. It's really saddening, you know... Cuteness levels have gone down the drain.
Now, this guy.. Well, there is no doubt at all that he's got a certain level of "hot-ness". But ohh! Way to turn a girl off! On the way back from communion I just happened to glance in his direction (okay I know!! Next time I'll just keep my head down.. :P) and he was staring into space, mouth open. I mean, god! Talk about the best retard expression I have EVER seen! Oooh! I nearly burst out laughing. But that wouldn't have gone down too well. Esp with the host in my mouth.
*smacks head*
"Elaine you BAD girl!"
Ah. But there's no denying that the dude has a lot going for him in other respects. He's good-looking (retard expressions or not), he's got a FINE body and he looks intelligent (when his mouth isn't hanging open, of course). It's a pity he disappears so fast after mass. Can't do a bout of spying also.. Not fair. Hmph.
Heehee. Oh well. At least he took my mind off.. stuff.. for awhile.
Thank you, Mr. Red!!
[I call him that coz he's always in red. I know his name, but I'd rather not publish it ;)]
Now, this guy.. Well, there is no doubt at all that he's got a certain level of "hot-ness". But ohh! Way to turn a girl off! On the way back from communion I just happened to glance in his direction (okay I know!! Next time I'll just keep my head down.. :P) and he was staring into space, mouth open. I mean, god! Talk about the best retard expression I have EVER seen! Oooh! I nearly burst out laughing. But that wouldn't have gone down too well. Esp with the host in my mouth.
*smacks head*
"Elaine you BAD girl!"
Ah. But there's no denying that the dude has a lot going for him in other respects. He's good-looking (retard expressions or not), he's got a FINE body and he looks intelligent (when his mouth isn't hanging open, of course). It's a pity he disappears so fast after mass. Can't do a bout of spying also.. Not fair. Hmph.
Heehee. Oh well. At least he took my mind off.. stuff.. for awhile.
Thank you, Mr. Red!!
[I call him that coz he's always in red. I know his name, but I'd rather not publish it ;)]
Sunday, November 07, 2004
No Clue
Eeks. I just went through some of me posts... Did I really say I loved my "precious"?? Ooh man. That must have been written when I was in a stupor. LMAO. Of COURSE I don't LOVE him. Darn it all.. how many times must I tell myself that I don't LOVE someone til I know him like, inside out? Sheesh. Take your own advice, girl!!!
Besides, saying that you "love" someone can lead to really.. odd.. consequences. Like, either IF they find out, they become majorly perasan, or they'll panic and run for their lives. Heehee. Either way, they're both not really good options.
One thing I've got to get into this hard head of mine (methinks it's solid bone):
Just because someone's dominating your thoughts doesn't mean you love him. It just means that that someone is.. dominating your thoughts. That's all. Nothing to it.
Ah. Now I think it's obvious why I don't take my own advice. My own advice doesn't make any sense!!! Teehee.
You know.. it is really menjijikkan now that I read it again... I sounded like a love sick puppy, good God! Something has to be done! *shakes finger at self*
My dear girl. You cannot go around sounding like a dumb bimbo. Leave the "ohmigod he's so cute! i love him!" to someone else okay? You're not into that kind of stuff.
Uh.. I'm not?
No. You're not. You're "just like a man" remember?? Listen to your dad.. he is wise. Although you must never let him know you think that.
But.. but..
No buts. Can you picture a man going all "precioussss"-y on his blog? Well, unless he's Smeagol, but that's a different matter altogether. Can you? CAN YOU?
Um.. no..?
SEE?! Use your brains, girl, use your brains. I know you have to go dig around somewhere and dust them off before they can function again, but yeah.. You go do that. It'll be an improvement, I can assure you.
Okay okay! Enough with the nagging already!!!
Sigh.. I am a weirdo. Do you know that?
Yes. I do.
Besides, saying that you "love" someone can lead to really.. odd.. consequences. Like, either IF they find out, they become majorly perasan, or they'll panic and run for their lives. Heehee. Either way, they're both not really good options.
One thing I've got to get into this hard head of mine (methinks it's solid bone):
Just because someone's dominating your thoughts doesn't mean you love him. It just means that that someone is.. dominating your thoughts. That's all. Nothing to it.
Ah. Now I think it's obvious why I don't take my own advice. My own advice doesn't make any sense!!! Teehee.
You know.. it is really menjijikkan now that I read it again... I sounded like a love sick puppy, good God! Something has to be done! *shakes finger at self*
My dear girl. You cannot go around sounding like a dumb bimbo. Leave the "ohmigod he's so cute! i love him!" to someone else okay? You're not into that kind of stuff.
Uh.. I'm not?
No. You're not. You're "just like a man" remember?? Listen to your dad.. he is wise. Although you must never let him know you think that.
But.. but..
No buts. Can you picture a man going all "precioussss"-y on his blog? Well, unless he's Smeagol, but that's a different matter altogether. Can you? CAN YOU?
Um.. no..?
SEE?! Use your brains, girl, use your brains. I know you have to go dig around somewhere and dust them off before they can function again, but yeah.. You go do that. It'll be an improvement, I can assure you.
Okay okay! Enough with the nagging already!!!
Sigh.. I am a weirdo. Do you know that?
Yes. I do.
Saturday, November 06, 2004
Misc
The first two papers of SPM are over and done with.
*yawns*
Add Math is over... But you know, I actually miss it now. I have no idea why. (G, I'm going to kill you.. embrace it embrace it, now it's gone, I miss it. Grrr..).
ANYWAY. Less than a month and I'll be home free, baby!! Phew. I can't remember ever wishing that a month would fly by this much.
As of now, I'm finding it impossible to study History. I've been stuck at the same 2 pages for ages!! Sigh. Oooh what's to become of me?!! :(
You know.. this is the first time I'm actually typing without direction. Weeehoo. I am SO bored, I think I'll just fall off the chair soon.
*yawns*
Being able to sleep would be a good thing right now. Something funny... The only place that I can TRULY have a good nap in is... SCHOOL! Yup. That's where I always catch some shut eye. Thus the name Sleepy Suicidal Zombie-like Mole.
Ah.. how did such an odd name get coined you ask? Simple. Ju Li and her weirdedness.
I didn't go to school for a couple of days (migraine la.. not ponteng!) so I called her up to ask her if "anything happened in school". Now, a NORMAL person would have just said yes or no. Right? But nooo. She had to go and create this looong story about how there was a depressed mole in school who wanted to commit suicide. They tried talking him out of it but he wouldn't listen. So he went to the Chemistry lab and strapped himself with potassium and promptly launched himself from the 2nd floor of our building into the wet field below. The poor dear left a crater about 10 to 12 inches wide.. (are moles really that small??).
And by some strange twist of her warped mind, she turned ME into that mole... And added my habit of sleeping in class to it.. Thus turning me into the Sleepy Suicidal Zombie-like Mole!! :D Oh and she's the Psychowormologist, coz on another occasion (but the same question), she told me she had spent the day counselling yet another suicide case.. but this time it was a WORM. Sigh.
I tell you, that girl's imagination... *rolls eyes*. Is there any wonder that she's my bestest friend? No? I didn't think so :)
Oiiks. Been rambling again. Ahh heck. Rambling's what I like to do anyhow.
Oooh. I stumbled on Zamil's blog :) He's written an account of the stuff that went on during MI. It's pretty cool. OH! And Shih Chung (c.nu.b)'s blog is cool too.. He had pics of his trip to Hong Kong and lemme tell you, they were the bomb.
Okay. Nuff for today.. Otherwise I'll never stop.
*yawns*
Add Math is over... But you know, I actually miss it now. I have no idea why. (G, I'm going to kill you.. embrace it embrace it, now it's gone, I miss it. Grrr..).
ANYWAY. Less than a month and I'll be home free, baby!! Phew. I can't remember ever wishing that a month would fly by this much.
As of now, I'm finding it impossible to study History. I've been stuck at the same 2 pages for ages!! Sigh. Oooh what's to become of me?!! :(
You know.. this is the first time I'm actually typing without direction. Weeehoo. I am SO bored, I think I'll just fall off the chair soon.
*yawns*
Being able to sleep would be a good thing right now. Something funny... The only place that I can TRULY have a good nap in is... SCHOOL! Yup. That's where I always catch some shut eye. Thus the name Sleepy Suicidal Zombie-like Mole.
Ah.. how did such an odd name get coined you ask? Simple. Ju Li and her weirdedness.
I didn't go to school for a couple of days (migraine la.. not ponteng!) so I called her up to ask her if "anything happened in school". Now, a NORMAL person would have just said yes or no. Right? But nooo. She had to go and create this looong story about how there was a depressed mole in school who wanted to commit suicide. They tried talking him out of it but he wouldn't listen. So he went to the Chemistry lab and strapped himself with potassium and promptly launched himself from the 2nd floor of our building into the wet field below. The poor dear left a crater about 10 to 12 inches wide.. (are moles really that small??).
And by some strange twist of her warped mind, she turned ME into that mole... And added my habit of sleeping in class to it.. Thus turning me into the Sleepy Suicidal Zombie-like Mole!! :D Oh and she's the Psychowormologist, coz on another occasion (but the same question), she told me she had spent the day counselling yet another suicide case.. but this time it was a WORM. Sigh.
I tell you, that girl's imagination... *rolls eyes*. Is there any wonder that she's my bestest friend? No? I didn't think so :)
Oiiks. Been rambling again. Ahh heck. Rambling's what I like to do anyhow.
Oooh. I stumbled on Zamil's blog :) He's written an account of the stuff that went on during MI. It's pretty cool. OH! And Shih Chung (c.nu.b)'s blog is cool too.. He had pics of his trip to Hong Kong and lemme tell you, they were the bomb.
Okay. Nuff for today.. Otherwise I'll never stop.
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
"Can you write in my auto?"
Autographs. Autograph books. Biodata books.
Whatever you call 'em, they are the standard "end of the year" phenomenon. I think over the years I've had countless... And all containing the details of the same people! Haha. It didn't seem so pathetic at the time though :)
Now that it's the last year of life as we know it, autograph books suddenly become crucial. People start panicking, we're so afraid of losing touch. Everyone is scrambling to get everyone else's contact numbers.. Yours truly included.
But when I actually take a second to think about it... Is it really going to make much difference how many people's details you take down? How many of them are you going to keep in touch with? How many are really going to matter in our "lives after school"?
I suppose you never know when you might need whom, but I still think the chances of me calling up someone I've talked to.. twice?.. the whole year through are pretty slim.
And another thing. Autograph books are an ego boost. No one writes anything bad about you in your autograph book. You've always been a "great friend" and although they didn't talk to you, you've been a "wonderful person". Sigh. Hell, maybe I've given everyone a good impression. Haha.. Fuuh *kembang*
Oooh! And these are standard autograph book openers (when the person doesn't know you too well, of course!) :
"Thank you for giving me this (optional: golden) oppurtunity to pen down something in your (optional: physical description) autograph book/autograph/auto"
"Welcome to my Biodata/Details/Site/Website (huh??)"
And the classic closers like the F.R.A.N.C.E one..
F riendship
R emains (usually without the "s" lol)
A nd
N ever
C an
E nd
and another hilarious one :
Birds fly high,
Hard to catch
Friends like you,
Hard to get!
Haha. Da-amn. Although we aren't as corny in secondary school, a lot of peeps come dangerously close. Somehow things like "Friends Forever!" seem really hollow now. Maybe because we're more aware of the harsh realities of life... That there's no guarantee that even something so good and special won't change.
But that said.. an autograph book provides a physical memory of the people who were a part of our lives for so many years. And maybe one day in the future, even if they are so far out of mind that our vision of them is blurred.. We will still have something to hold on to. Something that will always ensure that somehow...
No one will be forgotten.
Whatever you call 'em, they are the standard "end of the year" phenomenon. I think over the years I've had countless... And all containing the details of the same people! Haha. It didn't seem so pathetic at the time though :)
Now that it's the last year of life as we know it, autograph books suddenly become crucial. People start panicking, we're so afraid of losing touch. Everyone is scrambling to get everyone else's contact numbers.. Yours truly included.
But when I actually take a second to think about it... Is it really going to make much difference how many people's details you take down? How many of them are you going to keep in touch with? How many are really going to matter in our "lives after school"?
I suppose you never know when you might need whom, but I still think the chances of me calling up someone I've talked to.. twice?.. the whole year through are pretty slim.
And another thing. Autograph books are an ego boost. No one writes anything bad about you in your autograph book. You've always been a "great friend" and although they didn't talk to you, you've been a "wonderful person". Sigh. Hell, maybe I've given everyone a good impression. Haha.. Fuuh *kembang*
Oooh! And these are standard autograph book openers (when the person doesn't know you too well, of course!) :
"Thank you for giving me this (optional: golden) oppurtunity to pen down something in your (optional: physical description) autograph book/autograph/auto"
"Welcome to my Biodata/Details/Site/Website (huh??)"
And the classic closers like the F.R.A.N.C.E one..
F riendship
R emains (usually without the "s" lol)
A nd
N ever
C an
E nd
and another hilarious one :
Birds fly high,
Hard to catch
Friends like you,
Hard to get!
Haha. Da-amn. Although we aren't as corny in secondary school, a lot of peeps come dangerously close. Somehow things like "Friends Forever!" seem really hollow now. Maybe because we're more aware of the harsh realities of life... That there's no guarantee that even something so good and special won't change.
But that said.. an autograph book provides a physical memory of the people who were a part of our lives for so many years. And maybe one day in the future, even if they are so far out of mind that our vision of them is blurred.. We will still have something to hold on to. Something that will always ensure that somehow...
No one will be forgotten.
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
I Wanna Go To School!! :(
School ended on Friday.
Well, technically so. It was the last day that we were classmates, heads of forms, heads of clubs, prefects.... Now it's each one for hims- er.. herself, so to speak. Until the 2nd of December when we really will part for good.
Sniffles.
I know I've said I hate school countless times... But damn. How can I not miss something that's taken up more than half of my miserable existence? School's become a part of my system whether I like it.. or admit to it.. or not.
It's going to be strange.. Not getting up at ungodly hours, not having to "slave" through piles of unnecessary work, no more "Excuse me girls....", no more.. no more.. no more.
Okay. I'll recount my school life, if just for the heck of it.
Kindergarten (1992 - 1993)
- I loved it!! Radiant Life Centre was THE kindy, baby!! Our concerts were spectacular! I have never been to a better one. No sirree. And they didn't teach us stupid stuff. Like learning words no 6 year old in their right minds would use. Guidance indeed! Sheesh. -
Primary School (1994 - 1999)
- I can safely say that Simpang Lima (2) provided me with some of the best years of my life... And friends that I can still hang out with without feeling out of touch. Everything from "getah", to inter-class competitions (which the GIRLS always won.. :P) and the "friend you - don't friend you" struggles to the crushes on our computer masters (lol!), the 5 years in Simpang 5 were the best!!! No kid could ask for more. -
Secondary School (2000 - 2004)
- MGS Klang. Or Monkey Girls School. These were the years when old friendships gave way to new ones... And hopefully stronger bonds forged. It's been crazy. Seems like only yesterday that I was walking into what seemed like a whole new world, panicking because of the horror stories the primary school teachers used to bombard us with about sec school to make us study harder :) But it all turned out so well.. Although I'm probably notorious for skipping school the most (health reasons la... not simply one.. :P). -
I'll miss secondary school the most I think. Mainly because I've never had so much fun in my life! I'll miss the choir.. It's taken up such a big part of all the years in school that it's odd when I can't ask "Eh tomorrow got choir ah?" anymore. Sigh. So we were the most notorious club in school. But heck. We were the funnest. So there!
And what about me mates?
Form 1 and 2 it was Kogi, Mei Chia, Ju Li and Ping.. But my best mate was Lavi. I still miss that girl.. Pity she had to go to Aus. LAVI COME BAACCK!! *cries*
Okay. Moving on.
Form 3, 4 and 5.. New batch of friends. We started off as the W.E.I.R.D Kambings (comprising Joyce, Ee May, Jen, Ju and me..) then evolved to the Insanely Sane gang (with Ee May, Jen, Ju, Priya and me.. Joyce having gone to Aus to study). Oh and we are super-the-corrupted!!! All conversations are loaded with double meanings... And I love it :D Jen and Ee May have been superb this year... Boyband and Idol impersonations rock! Ooooh if I hadn't already had appendicitis I would have from laughing too much. Um.... Heehee.
Oh and not forgetting the Maths Club!! Formed by Jen, Ju, Priya and me, it was to showcase our "love" for certain.. aspects of Math. For instance, I liked Algebra, Ju liked Matriks, Jen Antilog and Priya Pengamiran. Haha. But do not be deceived. Those things have absolutely NOTHING whatsoever to do with Maths. (As if it would.. I'm involved! :P)
Gosh I'm going to miss all this. Once SPM is over, all of us will be scattered across the country, across the globe... I know things won't be the SAME anymore. But I can always hope that the closeness we have will never fade.
Here's to 12 excellent school years. And all the friendships made along the way. I will never forget the experiences for as long as I live.
*Sniffles* "Someone pass the tissues please?"
Well, technically so. It was the last day that we were classmates, heads of forms, heads of clubs, prefects.... Now it's each one for hims- er.. herself, so to speak. Until the 2nd of December when we really will part for good.
Sniffles.
I know I've said I hate school countless times... But damn. How can I not miss something that's taken up more than half of my miserable existence? School's become a part of my system whether I like it.. or admit to it.. or not.
It's going to be strange.. Not getting up at ungodly hours, not having to "slave" through piles of unnecessary work, no more "Excuse me girls....", no more.. no more.. no more.
Okay. I'll recount my school life, if just for the heck of it.
Kindergarten (1992 - 1993)
- I loved it!! Radiant Life Centre was THE kindy, baby!! Our concerts were spectacular! I have never been to a better one. No sirree. And they didn't teach us stupid stuff. Like learning words no 6 year old in their right minds would use. Guidance indeed! Sheesh. -
Primary School (1994 - 1999)
- I can safely say that Simpang Lima (2) provided me with some of the best years of my life... And friends that I can still hang out with without feeling out of touch. Everything from "getah", to inter-class competitions (which the GIRLS always won.. :P) and the "friend you - don't friend you" struggles to the crushes on our computer masters (lol!), the 5 years in Simpang 5 were the best!!! No kid could ask for more. -
Secondary School (2000 - 2004)
- MGS Klang. Or Monkey Girls School. These were the years when old friendships gave way to new ones... And hopefully stronger bonds forged. It's been crazy. Seems like only yesterday that I was walking into what seemed like a whole new world, panicking because of the horror stories the primary school teachers used to bombard us with about sec school to make us study harder :) But it all turned out so well.. Although I'm probably notorious for skipping school the most (health reasons la... not simply one.. :P). -
I'll miss secondary school the most I think. Mainly because I've never had so much fun in my life! I'll miss the choir.. It's taken up such a big part of all the years in school that it's odd when I can't ask "Eh tomorrow got choir ah?" anymore. Sigh. So we were the most notorious club in school. But heck. We were the funnest. So there!
And what about me mates?
Form 1 and 2 it was Kogi, Mei Chia, Ju Li and Ping.. But my best mate was Lavi. I still miss that girl.. Pity she had to go to Aus. LAVI COME BAACCK!! *cries*
Okay. Moving on.
Form 3, 4 and 5.. New batch of friends. We started off as the W.E.I.R.D Kambings (comprising Joyce, Ee May, Jen, Ju and me..) then evolved to the Insanely Sane gang (with Ee May, Jen, Ju, Priya and me.. Joyce having gone to Aus to study). Oh and we are super-the-corrupted!!! All conversations are loaded with double meanings... And I love it :D Jen and Ee May have been superb this year... Boyband and Idol impersonations rock! Ooooh if I hadn't already had appendicitis I would have from laughing too much. Um.... Heehee.
Oh and not forgetting the Maths Club!! Formed by Jen, Ju, Priya and me, it was to showcase our "love" for certain.. aspects of Math. For instance, I liked Algebra, Ju liked Matriks, Jen Antilog and Priya Pengamiran. Haha. But do not be deceived. Those things have absolutely NOTHING whatsoever to do with Maths. (As if it would.. I'm involved! :P)
Gosh I'm going to miss all this. Once SPM is over, all of us will be scattered across the country, across the globe... I know things won't be the SAME anymore. But I can always hope that the closeness we have will never fade.
Here's to 12 excellent school years. And all the friendships made along the way. I will never forget the experiences for as long as I live.
*Sniffles* "Someone pass the tissues please?"
How Did I Fall In Love With You
Remember when, we never needed each other
The best of friends like sister and brother
We understood we'd never be
Alone
Those days are gone
Now I want so you much
The night is long
And I need your touch
Don't know what to say
Never meant to feel this way
Don't want to be
Alone tonight
What can I do to make you mine
Falling so hard, so fast, this time
What did I say, what did you do?
How did I fall in love with you?
I hear your voice
And I start to tremble
Brings back the child that I resemble
I cannot pretend that we can still be friends
Don't want to be
Alone tonight
What can I do to make you mine
Falling so hard so fast this time
What did I say, what did you do?
How did I fall in love with you?
Oh I want to say this right
And it has to be tonight
Just need you to know
I don't want to live this life
I don't want to say goodbye
With you I wanna spend
The rest of my life
What can I do to make you mine
Falling so hard so fast this time
What did I say, what did you do?
How did I fall in love with you?
What can I do, to make you mine
Falling so hard so fast this time
Everything's changed, we never knew
How did I fall in love.. with you?
- Backstreet Boys
~ I love this song!! ~
The best of friends like sister and brother
We understood we'd never be
Alone
Those days are gone
Now I want so you much
The night is long
And I need your touch
Don't know what to say
Never meant to feel this way
Don't want to be
Alone tonight
What can I do to make you mine
Falling so hard, so fast, this time
What did I say, what did you do?
How did I fall in love with you?
I hear your voice
And I start to tremble
Brings back the child that I resemble
I cannot pretend that we can still be friends
Don't want to be
Alone tonight
What can I do to make you mine
Falling so hard so fast this time
What did I say, what did you do?
How did I fall in love with you?
Oh I want to say this right
And it has to be tonight
Just need you to know
I don't want to live this life
I don't want to say goodbye
With you I wanna spend
The rest of my life
What can I do to make you mine
Falling so hard so fast this time
What did I say, what did you do?
How did I fall in love with you?
What can I do, to make you mine
Falling so hard so fast this time
Everything's changed, we never knew
How did I fall in love.. with you?
- Backstreet Boys
~ I love this song!! ~
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