Herein this blog shall be in hibernation mode till the end of May.
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To all the depressed, deprived, deranged students taking their Mid-Term and possibly college exams, I wish you all the best!

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the potato people

My crazy, stressed-up week in pictures and a post.

Calculating the emprical formula of magnesium oxide.
The crucible looks like its gonna crumble, or explode any minute.
Background : Ngee Ming's shirt, Anis's peace-fingers, Sham'ah's crazy-finger and Ben's sexy-finger. XD

Getting in touch with my creative side again.
A tattoo for Syazwi =]






The Potato People
A funeral.





Its B-L-E-E-D-I-N-G.

First of all, I'd like to say sorry to Keith for not replying his 'Still in the bus... My butt hurts XD' message at 8-something a.m. on Saturday. Reason being my mom decided to hide my phone (a common occurance). Hope you had fun - bet you did =)

Sparring on Satuday was funnnnnn. Its been so long since I've actually attempted to kick anybody at all. My cousin just got contacts, and in my humble opinion, looks better without glasses. teehee.... Dad said I was 'playing' with the girl, not serious-serious. Oh come on, whats the point in beating her up? Sheesh. I still scored 10-0... Najwa, the brilliant, young M'sian-Thai silver medalist was back.. And as good as ever really, I quite missed her - she was challenging. Cuzzie fought OK, but spun around a lot (like dancing. haha), but won anyway. Jason fought with Mathis, the super-tall, super long-legged abomination. Both had their injuries, due to unparralled circumstances. Mathis's legs were long, so he couldn't back up or risk the oppenent scoring. There was only one option - shin-on-shin. Those bruises don't look pretty. For neither of you... ><

Bashed more cans at kung fu today. Wheee - dush! Studied a bit too. I should be doing more dammit. sigh...

QUOTE OF THE WEEK
Protect the score at all cost - including shin bones!
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We're too old for this, we've retired man...
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Yeah b'ow!

Just came back from jogging at KLCC park. It was fun, really. And later me (Mommy, Andy and myself) hogged Cold Storage for the most stable, aerodynamically-looking bottle for our rocket competition tomorrow. I wanna win win WIN! And of course, have fun fun fun, watching the bottle go WHEEEE up!

Lookeee this. I inverted the colours of the original picture for my blog and here it is.... Yes yes.. Let's go OoOh... AaaHhh... PreTtyy




Perhaps when its time to 'change' my layout I shall use this. Sure saves time.. And time is money, no? =p

1. Real name: Chew Aileen
2. Nickname: Aileen, Hamster, Tree, Green Monster (due to my uniform), Ass (don't ask), Banana
3. Status: Stressed but high
4. Zodiac sign: Pisces
5. Male or Female: Female.
6. Elementary: Bukit Bintang Girl School cum SK Seri Bintang Utara
7. High school: SMK Seri Bintang Utara
8. College: Thames Valley University (affifliate) =P
10. Hair color: Black and brown (my dye is stubborn)
11. Long or short: Long
15. Are you health freak?: When situations become pressing
16. Height: 161.5cm / 5'3 - recently measured =D
17. Do you like someone: Yes
18. Do you like yourself: Occasionally, not so since my graduation potrait turned out like Shit
19. Piercings: None
20. Tattoos: None
21. Righty or lefty: Righty
22. First surgery: When I was 9. Broke my wrist.
23. First piercing: Refer to no. 19
24. First best friend: undecided
25. First award: Medal for some coloring competition
26. First sport you joined: Sukaneka??
27. First pet: tortoise
28. First vacation: Melaka
29. First concert: none - I'm lame, I know
30. First crush:12
31-48 vanished

CURRENTLY
49. Eating: Nothing
50. Drinking: Nothing (my both hands are occupied silly)
Number 51 is missing!
52. I'm about: to go home from tuition
Where's 53-54? XD
55. Waiting for: The holidays. Pining for it actually
This is retarded (56,57?!)
58. Want kids?: Contemplating the pain
59. Want to get married?: Sometime later
Where's 60 - 67?

WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?
68. Lips or eyes: Eyes.
69. Hugs or kisses: Hugs.
70. Shorter or taller: Taller
WTH? 71?
72. Romantic or spontaneous: Spontaneous.
73. Nice stomach or nice arms: Can't decide. They compliment each other XD.
74. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive.
75. Hook-up or relationship: Relationship.
76 -.-"
77. Trouble maker or hesitant: Hesitant.

HAVE YOU EVER
78. Kissed a stranger: I never get drunk. So, no.
79. Drank bubbles: What kind? o.O
80. Lost glasses/contact: Never had em
81. Ran away from home: Yes
82,83 missing as well
84. Broken somone's heart: Unintentionally
85. Been arrested: For bringing my handphone to school
86. Turned someone down: mmhmm
87. Cried when someone died: No. I wonder why? =/
88. Liked a friend: Yeah

DO YOU BELIEVE IN
89. Yourself: I try to
90. Miracles: Maybe
91. Love at first sight: No
92. Heaven: Yes.
93. Santa claus: Not anymore
94. Sex on the first date: ew.
95. Kiss on the first date: Why not?
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97. Is there one person you want to be with right now?: Yes
98. Had more than one boyfriend at one time?: Never had the time to try XD
99. Do you believe in God?: Rhetorical question
100. Tags : YOU

It's like the putrid smell of the over-polluted city sewer that drifts far from its boundaries to invade innocent nostrils. They make a helpless bystander such as myself cringe from their pressure. Unfortunately, the only road to freedom is through the drifting smells from hell. They tug the invisible strings of my heart, evoking an inconceivable feeling that spreads through my entity. They are the catalysts that lead to tidal waves of dismissal, rejection, but most of all, irritation.

Perhaps the stress has dillusioned me. I blew. For the very first time in my entire tuition stint, I told them to shut up. Which, of course, were blatantly ignored. How do you survive in an environment of 3 or 4 students per class where your so-called inhabitants speak a language alien to you?

I'm becoming like Keith. Which is Bleeeeh to the extreme. But why is HE improving where I'm falling? Unfair, totally unjustified.

I hate being a banana, I need my KYC babes back. Badly.

convocation

In all my nervousness, I find time to look at the crowd of sitted onlookers - and spot my kung fu si-heng.

This conversation was mouthed and acted upon :

Me : *stares*
Jon : *stares*
Me : *what are you doing here?*
Jon : *you???* *points, shrugs*
Me : *pulls on robe, rolls eyes*
Jon : *points = you*, *tugs shirt = robe*, *rigid hand-slicing-through-air movement = so-so*
Me = *W-H-A-T?!*

If he wasn't very potentially able to leave me crippled on the spot, and if I wasn't so near the stage where the Platform Party of notable men and women were, AND if there weren't so many people... I swear I'd have stranggled him for the insult. Or, maybe not - his girlfriend would murder me too. Damn.

I sweated blood and tears for this! *Hurrumphs off*

It is only human nature, to hear ones heart beat like a bass drum when faced with 600 people and professional photographers. My name was called, it seemed too loud, penetrating my eardrums before leaving a baritone ring behind. Too many lights, they blind me. Robed-Guy offers a scroll, I accept, I stop. Time to smile, wonder why he isn't letting go of the role, look down, look up. Oh my God, must look real stupid. Hurries down. New friend(s) come, poke them to death and whine like the world would end.

Shoot. I just realized that I left my camera in Hui Ning's school bag. And she's off at camp. Wonderful, spiffing really.

Visited Gleneagles Intan Hospital today. Nothing major, I had a throat infection. It was trivial really, even the doctor looked bored. He must have had to treat many unflattering patients such as myself, today. Poor guy.

I think the antibiotics have taken a toll on me. I'm feeling sleepy and I have tuition at 1930 - 2100 hours. Plus, I forgot whatever it is I wanted to blog about, though I have a feeling it mightn't be exotically different from this one.

I think I'll nap, since its raining and my throat is silently killing my choir.

Cheers, and goodnight

came home

*Run Run Run*

Yesterday I finished my UDTA 1500 meter run in 9.08 minutes, a record for me. Yippee. Well after 4.7 km, that was hardly worth my time - Hui Ning and Charlotte, who were within a millisecond from me, agreed. This proves that Alpha people are NOT NERDS.

*Lameness*

I was therefore lethargic when it came to walking to the traffic light outside school to catch a cab with Andy. So when my ex-van driver offered us a lift, I gladly accepted for the second time in my life. Well felt guilty all the way, especially when I greeted Michelle and was awarded with a cold look that just screamed 'Do I like, know you?' I buried myself in my friend's book. She could have been nicer, like Whats-His-Name, who has changed a LOT. I barely recognised him! I mean, OK, he's a year younger, but hey, he's really grown... Taller and um... toner I guess.

Me : You've changed a lot, I barely recognized you just now.
Him : You're serious?
Me : Yeah

And that was all. How lame huh...

*Catching Up*

Auntie persistantly refused my cash, and I pushed it to her with an equal amount of certaincy. Couldn't stand the girl whom I had to squish a lil with and just opt to ciao 3 blocks away, when Abby was getting down. Andy wanted to hang with Nicholas and Arvin, but I wasn't complaining, he spotted Alan getting out of his friend's car and I skipped (seriously, I must be stressed) to him and enquired about his piano exam. Glad to hear it was OK, since him, Lu Ee, Pui Theng and Nicholas (what ever happened to him? I wonder...) were SUPPOSED to take their Diploma with VJ and I. We were irritated mind you, being abandoned and all that.

I think it was the first time we actually talked for so long out of leisure, and the first time we didn't argue when put in the same area XD hahaha, AND the first time we talked about a serious subject - courses/parents/driving.

Alan : Eh, you've really grown up leh... (yes, very cinapek ish)
Me : Haha... Where got?
Alan : Now big girl d.... Haihz...
Me : Ryte... It hasn't been that long.. And you're all grown up too, in your business-ish attire
Alan : *holds up bag* this a perfume bag leh... *mutters some foreign brand*

Well he used to work part time at the perfume corner, so there. But seriously, we gave our piano teacher a headache because the moment we were in the same room, PEACE just flew out of the window, spat and trample upon before ending up in the trashcan. We even used to keep SCORE of who could outsay the other. Used to drive our teacher up the wall. It was that bad... Oh, and he used to threaten to burn down my house too. But no worries, its still intact and beautiful. =D

*Note to Self*

1) Discuss Bulan Membaca with F4's.
2) Send 8R photo to Teacher Lina a.s.a.p
3) Remind VJ to do the same
4) STUDY - exams barely 2 weeks away dammit!
5) Plan Module based on KYC syllabus for Gopeng trip (hahaha....)
6) Contact Friends of UBS from 1995 - 1999 (Alumni)
7) Write letter of absence from Fencing today. As if my big bro doesn't know. Bleeh.
8) Write letter of absence from UBS for Interhouse Cheer earlier this year.
9) Submit letter of resignation from Taekwondo.

oh my..... its weird when its put into a list.....

Heylo peeps. Blogging from my tuition center, and I just can't wait to get home to rest my butt as if it hadn't been flattened all the while in school. I literally had Chemistry for the whole day. Today was some Majlis Anugerah Pelajar SPM 2006 of some sort and our ex ex Principle was here, she came to greet us today. You just gotta love her, she's always so.... Bright XD.

And there were these people from Channel 9 coming to shoot some footage of my class and thus the immaculate preparation. But heck, I didn't even get to present my 'family'. Group 18! I am a Noble One. All Hail.... *coughs* right, crapping.

And so while waiting for our guests to barge through the door, we were armed with USB's and music was in the air. Wheeeee... Sarah prepared this really cool movie for Pn Rasinah, our dearly beloved ex class teacher. It was real sweet. Grats to her.

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Oh and I have just a few things to say about my school.

'We are all hypocrites'
quote from Pn Jugdeep.

Which is true. We are all LIERS and ACTORS. When we need to show off to visitors, the school starts fixing up everything. The library lights, which have been failing at an incredible rate, just got fixed yesterday; some hole in the ceiling was patched up very last minute with MANILA CARD. How cheap can they get?

And the Malam Seri Bintang last year. What happened to all the money and donations? They just bullshitted us I tell you. As far as I can see, a very VERY miniscule bit of work has been done to improve this darn school. Empty promises comprimise of :

* Amphitheatre (and I'm not talking about the one near the gates puh-lease *

*School hall -har har- *

* New car park for teachers *

I know I might not seem thankful, but even the primary school next door is doing better! They actually have flat screens now, while our computers in class are collecting dust. SBU Admin and PIBG... WAKE UP and smell the roses, or whatever it is that greets you in the morning. Otherwise, well 'World Class Vision' my butt - however unflattering it is.

Well, if the teachers are hypocrites, therefore they are teaching the students to be hypocrites. And the cycle goes on, we just keep getting Better

and BeTTer

at it...

no?

Sorry KYCers for not making it to the PC Fair, I was occupied. But I hear that the next meeting is at Sunway Lagoon. First and foremost, I have vowed never, EVER to step foot in there every again. Reasons known especially to Julian. We know people, we know... It sucked, and I could nearly swear I picked up a condom in there or something. Moot Point : the place is filthy and I shall not be seen there ever ever again.

Currently having a conversation with Sabby about this matter and in a very appropriate phrase I said

You'll have to suffocate me with chlorofoam and tie me up with a straight jacket with masking tape to shut me up to drag me there. Lest I shant go in peace...

Pssst, I know you guys are planning my kidnapping right this minute.

I shall be watching XD

cross country

I did not get any number for my cross country yesterday.

I repeat, I did not get any number for my cross country yesterday.

BULLSHIT

I arrived at the bloody table, which had to be ridiculously far from the ending point, but I forgot to take my number. Due to the lack of oxygen to my brain and therefore a slower response and dumbfounded reactions, I did not manage to grab my number. Resulting which, I did not manage to get any medal. Fuck.

Borrowed line from PY --> Fuckety-Fuckety-FUCK.

I arrived BEFORE those assholes took the numbers 17 - 20. Screw Puan Rahimah. We never liked each other and we never will. Thank you Puan Nurhasliza for sticking up for me, for all the good it did. Oh, I'm forgetting someone. Cik Pugga Pugga. Bleeeeh.

Well Amanda got 1st (Go Shirtliff!), Aimee and Charlotte got 13 & 14 or something like that (more Shirtliff), Hui Ning got 6th (surprise surprise). Thats the under 18 girls.

Under 18 guys : Faris 1st place (duh, as usual), Biang Sheng got 2nd (screams Shirtliff x 3), and the other top 20's were Jun Hao, Karthigan and...... I forgot XD.

But the best news of all is.............

'Dan tempat pertama jatuh kepada rumah sukan yang berjaya menebus balik maruahnya.... SHIRTLIFF!!!!'

Whoa that was one helluva surprise, we've never had enough athletes to win... well, almost anything. And we were all like screaming and screaming and SCREAMING!! And High Fiving with every Shirtliffian within reach, known or otherwise. Haahahahaha

And yes, we camwhored a lot too, as usual...

There's something about losing a significant person in your life. Especially when you cannot do anything in your power to make them stay. Its difficult. And when a new one steps into the position of the other, would that person fit into the dress only the other could wear?

Dearest Puan Rasinah Zakaria, Class Teacher of 4 Sc Alpha and Biology extroadinaire. A wonderful teacher, friend, wife and mother, leaving for London soon to accompany her beloved husband and to persue her PhD.

God Bless You.


I can't help it, I already miss her. And tomorrow will be the third party this week. One was ex-3B's to Pn Rasinah, todays was a surprise party for JAMES - HAPPY SEVENTEENTH BIRTHDAY! and tomorrow my class is hosting another party during Bio. I vow not to cry. I.will.not.cry.

Desperately wanna go out on that day, but I haven't broken the news to mom yet. Wanna see KYC hotties too but my dads coming home after a week.

I know I'm PMSing here.

My moms nagging in my ear, I can't stand it, I don't care.

Signing off,
Aileen

I scream
I whine
I punch
I cry
I hug
I throw
I hide
I burrow
I hurt
I stare
I fall
I bear
I bang
I bail
I beg
I fail

tuition

Hmm.... I signed up today and I have tuition tomorrow. Great. O well, I suppose it was my choice and reckoning. I can't find some of my books too, I could swear they suddenly grew legs and ran away just to spite me. Curses.... Why do they always like to hide at home?! I live in a bloody apartment and I can't find em. Bloody............

My Sin

My Sin

Those words he spat out, I could not believe
I found it harder and harder to breathe
He knew, and my deepest fear materialised
Look at me! Why won't you look at me?
Your tongue pierces my innards
But I sit like a sculpture, unable to process the pain
My friend speaks
I turn
And nearly cursed
And then she spoke
So soft, like the birds of early morn
That woman looks around
But why don't they see me, faltering and forlorn
Must not cry, must not cry
They will know my sin

It is you I cannot face
But still I see no flame in those dark pools
You have told him, I know
It is within my range of intuition
My brother, how ashamed you must be of me
I adore you, want to be like you
But we are connected, and I sense the slash of dissapointment
Now that he knows my sin

And you, who have spoken so harshly
Why is it I do not see accusation in your crystal eyes?
My steps fall behind your huge feet as you speak
This never ending debate goes on in my head
Am I bad?
Yes, maybe, but never was it my intention
No, it can't be. I am good!
Why is your face funny? Friend asks
Oh, I laugh.
A fake ring is all I hear
And you turn, and I was sure you heard it
But you smile, why?
Friend confronts me
But I refuse to speak
You almost know of my sin

Scenes pass at the window
I look out but see nothing
You are all ugly on the inside
Maybe nobody has told you this, so now I'm telling you
It is so you learn
Am I ugly?
I always thought myself beautiful inside
To compensate my hideous mask
But was it lies I told myself?
Perhaps I am ugly
Though I try not to be
Mistake after mistake, whats wrong with me?
I swear they weren't done intentionally
But I know my own sin

Dear Lord how shall it be?
I wanted to drown under the shower
Washed my bloody hands of these horrid stains
How do I get them off?
Dear Lord what shall I do?
With the sadness I feel pain
With the guilt my feelings fade
With the stain of my sin my hands shake
With my eyes closed I bow my head
Now that You know of my sin

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