Well, its the last day for me. All the best for those still fighting.
Things you didn't know about SPM. (for us, anyway)
* The head invigilator is a Physics teacher. Those in room 1 suffered from his scrutiny.
* The head invigilator is a nice guy!
* The papers are sealed in a ton of plastic bags. (Red this year!)
* Some invigilators write down the time remaining on the white board, and start counting down. Very scary, that one.
* Others turn the clock to make make it seem like we started on time.
* Another kind will chat you up, even when you're in the middle of a paper!
* Art theory papers are classified, and cannot be brought out of the room.
* The aforesaid papers are also SPECIAL. Made of glossy material, the kind you'd get in an expensive reference book. Fancylicious.
* Practical art exams are very laid back (and by that I don't mean the panic at the time constraint). The invigilators walked around, looked at each of the 6 of us in turn appraisingly, and some even struck up a conversation!
My invigilator in pink came around and asked me if there was a librarian named Kathrine (Katrina) in Form 5, because her cousin in MBS asked o.O
and so it ends...
Attention all dearest friends of mine...
I need ONE personor more to come to the 11th Kiwanis Youth Camp with me...
so i can go.
http://www.kckl.org.my/article.cfm?id=246
Pretty pretty pretty please? =(
I don't know about the rest, but I'll never get used to being known. Not famous, - I refuse to think of it that way - just, known by the lower forms. Some whom I haven't or never will, have the pleasure of knowing. Perhaps fame doesn't agree much with me. Part of me feels glad to be known, but the other part feels awkward and clumsy. I'm nearly out of school and it still never fails to shock me. The kind of surprise that makes you blink a couple of times, thinking, 'huh?'
And indeed with all daily musings, something happened that triggered it.
As I finally emerged into the sunlight at the school gate, a junior confided in me, 'Aileen, I can't believe I'm not in...' while successfully holding me prisoner by the sleeve.
'In what?'
'I wasn't shortlisted for the UBS interview!' I promised her I'd get her in, she was such an enthusiastic thing. Plus, I sort of asked her to join, so there were clouds on either side of the plain.
As we walked out, a retardo malay girl showed her IC at us and made a funny face. Neither of us knew her. So when two her friends gasped, pointed, and beckoned her, I didn't know what to make of it. My first thought was, 'more retards'.
'You know them?' I asked.
'Yeah, they're my friends. Hehe, they're excited.'
'About what?'
'Seeing the UBS dude. Um, dudette, you know.' If she wasn't eyeing me very obviously, I would have gone, 'huh'?
And yes, I did blink a few times. I'm sorry for being such a slow thing sometimes.
I think you know what I'm getting at
I find it so upsetting that
the memories that you select you keep the bad but the good you just forget
and even though I'm angry I can still say
I know my heart will break the day
when you peel out and drive away
I can't believe this happened
And all this time I never thought
that all we had would be all for naught
No, I don't hate you
don't want to fight you
know I'll always love you
but right now I just don't like you
No, I don't hate you
don't want to fight you
know I'll always love you
but right now I just don't like you
cause you took this too far
Make your decision and don't you dare think twice
go with your instincts along with some bad advice
this didn't turn out the way I thought it would at all
you blame me but some of this is still your fault
I tried to move you, but you just wouldn't budge
I tried to hold your hand but you'd rather hold your grudge
I think you know what I'm getting at
you said goodbye and I just don't want you regretting that
No, I don't hate you
don't want to fight you
know I'll always love you
but right now I just don't like you
No, I don't hate you
don't want to fight you
know I'll always love you
but right now I just don't like you
and wisdom always chooses
these black eyes and these bruises
over the heartache that they say
never completely goes away
(I just can't believe this happenedand one day we'll see this come around)
what happened to us
i heard that it's me we should blame
what happened to us
why didn't you stop me from turning out this way
and know that I don't hate you
and know that I don't want to fight you
and know that I'll always love you
but right now I just don't...
Relient K
The flamingo wears pink XD
With Awi
With Chang and Kuan Yee
Thank ye' Interact Club for ze flower. My rose tis bootiful...
coz Hakim picks nice roses for pretty girls. Compared to Chang's... sad one. XD
5 Sc Beta, with some animals from another zoo.
11 years babeh! xoxo
The birdwatcher tak pandai ambik gambar! Haha, Happy Happy Happy Belated-est Birthday YVonne!
One-eyebrow thick! EyePod razr??
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My handphone wallpaper, courtesy of Yee Vonne.
They are such guilt-inducing things, especially when it stares at you in the face. Gaah, I need that.There’s been death in the opposite house
Though really a few blocks away
Normal silence becomes uncanny
There was no gathering
Nothing gregarious-like
The women of the house didn’t howl
Or beat their brows
Nor pull their hair
Though perhaps the youngest
Resisted a little
There’s been death in the opposite house
Though really a few blocks away
I heard the man died this morning
With cotton stuffing in his nostrils
Did he look like he sleeping?
Yes, they say. He did.
Almost.
Mr Neighbour, Uncle Joseph leaves behind a wife and daughter. Goodbye, Rest In Peace. My dad misses you :(
Andy : Shaking my butt makes me fart.
Yours truly : speechless. And folks, that doesn’t happen very often.
People grow weirder when their major exam looms by. Well the aforesaid was always a little queer now and then, but you know what I mean.
MSN is officially pissing me off now. It has refused all my sign in efforts to date. And, while this is not new, I hate my flaccid dial-up connection. Flaccid. It’s my new favourite word now. Because I feel flaccid. As flaccid as my internet connection.
So dearest equally-weird-people-who-actually-do-read-my-blog, I can only be contacted through email, it’s the one thing that doesn’t fail me. And reading the cycling thing. What have I been reduced to? Aarghh
I was kidding, honest!
AILEEN
Hey Andy, I’m hearing the voices of my subjects in my head. They’re saying
‘Aileen, please study me!’‘No, Aileen, you haven’t studied me!’‘Aileen, you’re only half done with me!’
And in squeaky voices too!
ANDY
(pause)
You know what, I hear the same thing. Only at the end, there’s a ‘Sleep... Eat.... And sleep some more...’
Oh the mental toll of major exams!
Note : Another addition to the Bonne Substance section, this dude that I met at Relay for Life this year actually came home to Malaysia from the US - on a bike! A fresh grad, unemployed, no girlfriend, and no responsibilities, Law Tzuo Hann did what most of us can (and still am) only dream about. He got on a bike and cycled home.
More personal note : He's also writing a book on his travels (how awesome is that?). And personally, I think that guy just had some damn [insert elaborate swear word here] good luck along the way. Most of the time :)
Caution : This blogger shall not be responsible for adult content on the site. Keep out of reach of children! Haha
1. Mood swings
2. Becomes snappy (more than usual la)
3. Looks at tv like a piece of crow poo
4. Eats more
5. Becomes fatter
6. Breaks out in stress acne
7. Looks pale (moms fav)
8. Losses hair. A lot.
9. Gets ulsers.
10. Looks forward to bugging people to relieve tension. mwahahahaha
11. [additional] Blogs about redundant subject about herself.
I'm going to start calling people. Oh no, but everybody's studying too. bugger.
It appears that my body will only go through so much abuse until slightly past 4 am. After I was sure the painful parts were over, - I've done 500 plus out of the 700 plus pages bu then - I settled the book down and lay looking at the ceiling, at the light. Now that I recall I vaguely remember the room seeming to spin on the horizontal plane, like a boat out in the ocean - I'm thinking of Billy Joel's Goodnight My Angel. haha. Then I was out.
Someone must have turned out the light while I was out cold, because I was totally out. And I woke at 9.
I cannot begin to convey how incredibly strange I become when I do dive into a good book. I would laugh out loud, or giggle, my eyes would occasionally widen in horror and I'd gasp, with my mouth forming a soft 'o'. But most terrifying, was that if the emotions were just right, I'd cry. With Breaking Dawn, I would tear up just a bit, and that was normal. New Moon was scary.
But now it's even stranger, because I didn't feel anything. Just a minute ago Ken IMed me, elated that he was to be flying off to the US. Deep deep down somewhere, I knew I should be happy for him, and I was. I just didn't feel enough of it. Like someone had just pulled a plug on my emotions, draining me. Somehow I know this calm cannot last, not for me. It was disturbing, abnormal even, for me to not show some sort of emotion. As it is, I am a passionate person by nature.
I feel like I'm sitting lotus-style on a sharp precipice which promised a hard fall either way. On my left would be immense hurt, pain and suffering. Mentally, I would probably suffer. On my right was immense joy and elation. Insanity.
It doesn't make sense now, but I know I'm anticipating something.
It would not be very pretty.
And parrots speak without thinking.
Happy 17th Birthday, to the biggest parrot in the whole wide world, dated 13th August.
Amirah binti Mohammad Hedar.
It’s been 10 years! Still have that picture of your 7th birthday, the one with you, Vi-Jean and I on the bench at your place (the bench is still there kan XD). Man, I hate that picture. And the frock.
I am blogging from school during (can you guess?)
Cik Fadzelah's period. I'm so glad you didn't leave for Sabah to get married. I'm selfish that way.
I DIDN'T GET NS!!!!!! Mwahahahahaaaaaaaa
Oh, and she (teacher) has locked the computer room door for fear of the invasion of the NS-checking crowd. Woohoo.
But if I don't upload something on my Yahoo! Group file, I'll be stuck in here forever,
So, cheerio comrades! :)
I don’t know what stressed me out first
Or how the pressure was fed
But I know just what it feels like
To have a voice in the back of my head
The seats as they are-a filling up.
The VIP area, right behind the stars seats.
Jabbawockeez on the side stage!
It's not very clear here, but the Click Five started off with a kompang percussion and flute accompanyment. The lead singer was actually trying out the kompang XD
Panic! at the Disco!!!!!!!! [insert eardrum-shattering scream here]. In accordance to their whimsical showmanship and their Best Style award, Panic! at the Disco ended the awards with much flair and flamboyance. Chinese acrobats flipped in between the rocking band, while some were on the side stage in a bone breaking formation. Then came the can-can dancers and a marching band clad in red.
They sound better live!
They made us scream 'whore!' for the song I Write Sins Not Tragedies!
Jared Leto should loose the eyeliner!
Karen Mok should put on weight!
and tame her hair
The Phillipino band Chirochi should compose themselves when hugging and kissing PCD!
What will your mothers think? tsk tsk
A very happy author. =)
Ah yes, something just occured to me. Those who remember my old blog layouts should recall a wishlist somewhere. Now, if I myself recall as I should, the list went somewhat like...
1. Diploma in Pianoforte
2. New handphone
3. Digital camera
4. mp3 player
5. Straight A's for PMR
6. Straight A's for SPM
7. Hotness
8. A boyfriend
9. Learn to ice skate
10. Laptop
11. A dog
12. Kiwanis Key Leader
13. Be a BRAT
14. Go to Outward Bound School again
Well, material wealth isn't everything, but it sure counts!
Elaborations in the next post. Oh, and I curled my hair too. :)
So loyalists and faithful friends of afar, please, do try and keep up.
Looking forward to making pewter and MTV Asia Awards (and possibly sleeping over at Amirah's place)
Loves.
A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared .
Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door! He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown. The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car shouting, 'What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing? That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?'
The young boy was apologetic. 'Please, mister...please, I'm sorry but I didn't know what else to do,' He pleaded. 'I threw the brick because no one else would stop...' With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car. 'It's my brother, 'he said. 'He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up.'
Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, 'Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me.'
Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay.
'Thank you and may God bless you,' the grateful child told the stranger. Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy! push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home.
It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message: 'Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!' God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. It's our choice to listen or not.
If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it.
If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it.
He sends you flowers every spring.
He sends you a sunrise every morning.
Face it, friend - He is crazy about you!
God didn't promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow,sun without rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way.
If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.
