One week before the competition

Wei Lin’s (captain) grandmother passes away and she gets stuck in Johore until the following Sunday.

That Monday…

Nadia, one of our two flyers, falls from Elevator, and by certain bad luck, loses a tooth at its roots. One is sunken, she needed stitches on her lower jaw and had to x ray her nose. The team was traumatized. I’ll never forget the blood, I was the calmest of the lot, but the memory of hearing the gasps, and turning around to find her getting up, opening her mouth, and all that gruesome blood that wouldn’t stop spilling… We almost gave up. Almost.

That Thursday

Rachel, our last flyer, says she has this eye infection. It did look red, but we needed her. Didn’t look like she cared, she seemed to have given up on us anyway. So that left us with no flyer, with 12 people, four people with at least one year of interhouse experience and 8 who just joined this year. It left us with no flyer, but many capable bases. It rendered us helpless with only 2 days left…

That Friday

One day to go. We did our best to come up with something, anything. Thank God for Farah and Yen Shan, ex-captain and ex-senior. We practiced until it was almost perfect. We had no flyer, so what? We couldn’t pull out, it was NOT an option. Went home exhausted, collapsed in bed.

The Day

It was so fast, I couldn’t believe it. Nevermind I screwed up the beginning by forgetting the timing, we pulled off something despite what everyone thought. Nevermind that we got last, we still had a medal, and cheers. Nevermind that the public thought we sucked, everyone else knew we did well, despite the circumstances.

But most of all, we knew we won. It is something not measured by medals, recognition or glory, but by our spirit and determination.

Here’s a ridiculously edited version of Remember the Name, Fort Minor.

You ready?! Lets go!
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon!)

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!

We don’t want our name up in lights

We just want to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
We feel so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know us

But fuck em, we know the code
It's not about the glory
It’s all about reality and making some noise
Makin the story - makin sure his clique stays up

Never concerned with status but still leavin them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given to us despite the fact
That many misjudge us because we make a livin by failin
Put it together, now the picture connects
Never askin for someone's help, to get some respect
We only focused on what we wrote, our will is beyond reach
And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist

It's just twenty percent skill
Eighty percent fear
Be one hundred percent clear cause Rachel is ill
Who would've thought that she’d be the one to set the west in flames


We’re not your everyday on the block
We know how to work with what we’ve got
Dedicated to what they doin give a hundred percent

Forget Shirtliff - Nobody really knows how or why we work so hard
It seems like we’ve never got time
Because we write every note and every line
And I've seen them at work when that light goes on in their minds

It's like a design is written in their heads every time
Before we even touch a key or speak in a rhyme
And those motherfuckers they run with, those kids that they signed?
Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?!

For Nadia (especially), Rachel, Wei Lin – Welcome to the Black Parade, My Chemical Romance

Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me. 

And other times I feel like I should go. 

Through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets. 

When you're gone we want you all to know 

We'll Carry on, 

We'll Carry on 

Though your dead and gone believe me 

Your memory will carry on 

Carry on 

We'll carry on 

And in my heart I cant contain it 

The anthem wont explain it. 

And we will send you reeling from decimated dreams 

Your misery and hate will kill us all 

So paint it black and take it back 

Lets shout it loud and clear 

Do you fight it to the end 

We hear the call to 

To carry on 

We'll carry on 

Though your dead and gone believe me 

Your memory will carry on 

We'll carry on 

And though you're broken and defeated 

You're weary widow marches on 

And on we carry through the fears 

Ooh oh ohhhh 

Disappointed faces of your peers Ooh oh ohhhh 

Take a look at me cause 

I could not care at all 

Do or die 

You'll never make me 

Cause the world, will never take my heart 

You can try, you'll never break me 

Want it all, 

I'm gonna play this part 

Wont explain or say i'm sorry 

I'm not ashamed, 

I'm gonna show my scar 

You're the chair, for all the broken Listen here, because it's only.. 

I'm just a man, 

I'm not a hero 

Just a boy, who's meant to sing this song 

Just a man, 

I'm not a hero 

I -- don't -- care 

Carry on 

We'll carry on 

Though your dead and gone believe me 

Your memory will carry on 

We'll carry on 

And though you're broken and defeated 

You're weary widow marches on 

We'll carry on 

We'll carry on 

We'll carry on 

We'll carry 

We'll carry on

yin and yang

Wei Lin's grandmother passed away yesterday. Therefore she is stuck in Johore with no way back for a week. Which means she will miss one week of school. Which means she can't run for Shirtliff's long distance races. Which means she won't be back for the competition. This is so F-ed up. not to mention that we're the underdogs already. Well, its all on Vi-Jean now. Please pray that the captains and school administration will be so kind to agree to postpone the competition. Please? =/

* * *

On the other hand, I got the email from BRATs! OK, I had a voice message from Ken, and then he called, asking 'Did BRATs call you?!' and I was like... 'No...' Man, that felt bad. Took me half an hour before the dissapointment came, and the screaming in the pillow. But as I did that I remembered discussing that with Keith last night and I involuntarily giggled, which sounded more like I was hyperventilating and hysterical at the same time.

After that I forgot what happened, I think Ken called again and told me to check my Junk Mail, which I did, and TADA! It was there! The only thing I'd ever want to see in so long... The only MAIL I was expecting since God-knows-when.

KEN, WE'RE GOING TO LANGKAWI BABEZ! I've booked my flight so don't try to sleep because you might never know what I'd put in your shirt or bagpack =P, because, tadaaaa we're on the same flight. And to Sheena, whom I've heard off but never corresponded with, hope you can make it. Check junk mail ya??!

OK, now I'm insanely confused. How am I supposed to feel? Half of me feels shitty to the max while the other is singing the opera in ecstaticness. what.the.hell.

if

If Everyone Cared and Nobody Cried,

If Everyone Loved and Nobody Lied,

If Everyone Shared and Swallowed Their Pride,

We'd See the Day that Nobody Died.

tee hee

Hello people... I'm b-a-c-k. Yes, worship me, drop to your knees and kiss my feet and the hems of my robes (o.O). Hahaha, can't really summarize my holiday, but it felt sooo long. But it was fun, its good to know that there is a semi-posh hotel in Taiping.

a testimony to my laziness

Yesterday, we drove from Taiping to Penang. The bridge isn't very spectacular, very boring, and grey. At the toll we were welcomed with the scent of a thousand sewers when the window revved down. We were sort of on a mission, and here I shall mention an aunt of mine. She was those ladies fortunate enough to marry a man of riches, but the business turned sour, and her husband died. But when she was still bathing in cash, she used to come down nearly every month and she'd always, always bring some gift. Some food here, cloth or lovely blouses for my grandmother, clothes for my brother and I... Even my parents wedding was planned by her! Recently she had a knee operation, so my family decided to pay her a visit, with a very big ang pau, and I decline to mention the amount. But THANK YOU AUNTIE... We wuv uuuu...

Oh, then that little goblin in the car, a.k.a. Andrew, my little-est brother, started bugging my dad 'I wan go beach. Me wan make sandcastle!' By this time, I had a throbbing headache, and wanted nothing more than to throw him out of the 50mph car. But we went anyway, to Rasa Sayang Beach Resort, and it was... wow. Totally 5 star ++. Amirah, you gotta take me with you next time you holiday there man!! I'll do anything... ANYTHING.


The restroom is just BooooTiFul!! Yeah, I said it Mira.... =P I know, I'm so insane, I'm incurable.

Oh, and I learnt the fundamentals of driving as well. Mei Ling, you're my heroine! And your handbrake has gotta go man... One day you'll find yourself braking on a slope, and when you pull that lever, you find yourself banging a gazillion cars behind. Pity the kids and adults at the 'aerodrom' *ehem*. Its actually one huge land made up of nothing but grass and people. I swear we scared the adults and kids alike. ESPECIALLY with my maniacal driving XD.

Rented bikes and zoomed through the golf course at the resort with Andy this morning. Man it was fun! The speed... The speed! What a workout... Phew. Except the part where Andy nearly gets an asthma attack =X. But he's a big boy, no? He's alive and thats all that matters, says evil Aileen.

Big breakfast. Teehee.. To hell with diets!

Stop trying to chase the sun and raise the sky.

Search for the song your soul sings in the deepest depths of your heart and dance to it.

It just feel like one of those days...

hahaha... I love CNY. There's still the lack of ang pow's, but I'm not at my hometown yet, so that can wait. Had reunion dinner with the Muslim side of the family. I was assigned photographer, and I have to say that my mother is sadly inept on the complexity of a digital camera. Needless to say, I taunted her till she was bursting with humiliation. OK, maybe not that much, but I love teasing my mother anyway. XD


I just felt the desire to blog. Its a force that lulls me, it draws me to type, post pictures.. To communicate! Or maybe its because I will be deprived of the internet connection, no matter how sluggish and prehistoric, when I go back to my hometown in Taiping, Perak. Gonna miss all of you, the general public.

HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!

This is what the cookie jar looks like after I'm done with it =P

cny practice

As soon as I was beginning to lose hope in my drowning team, they proved me quite wrong. Maybe we aren't like fish out of water after all. Maybe, there is still hope. We might not be 'Wow', but the real satisfaction really isn't winning...

Hahaha, is your mata like, terbeliak now? Its true, winning is just a bonus. As long as each individual has improved and learned, and just did their best, isn't that the real prize?

Right. My mother is bugging me off the com, patutly, I'm blissfully ignoring my nearly bald cousin who is on NS holiday. Ish. Will post pictures soon! This blog is taking a break... Maybe a new skin will be on soon, depending on when I get my PHOTOSHOP.

PY : Where is my PHOTOSHOP?? I know you like my thumbdrive, but give it back!
Ken : Your costume rocks man. But where's your squad name?? No identity.. LOL

OFFING.

valentines

Omg... Slept so super early yesterday. 7pm. Plop! Zzzzzz... So now, I'm awake at 4.31... Online, without finishing my homework, as usual. Procrastinating, as usual

The month of love must be a bad bad month for me... I seem to be rushing around like an incurable workaholic more, forgetting my homework, losing my Add Math homework (bad, very bad), not following the teacher in class and going like (douhhhhhh... while drooling), and accidents. Yeah, a lot of that, a hell more tripping over things all the wrong times... I just seem to be falling more often than usual. Like when I was shopping with my mom last Sunday, maybe it was the intense heat of the day or something, but most likely it was just me being... me. I expertly side-stepped a stupid potted plant when my the left side of my forhead made contact with something metal and hard. With a CLANG I fell down. Like, really fell down. Looking back, I felt like those cartoon characters from some Warner Bros concoctions. Like, I banged my head and bounced backwards, landing on my butt. IN PUBLIC!

I hate February... Julian says I don't show enough love. 'Show the love girl!' or something like that... No way! I'm a generally loving person! =D

Ken can so write... He's a weives a pen like a sword and slashes words on so artistically, it hurts. Damn you Ken, with that you sure masuk Brats!! *screams*

Alright, lets see, where do I begin? Comfortable position, check. Bottle of water, check. Keyboard in sufficient working order, check. Perfect vision, check. Brains, check. Now, let me begin… Well, to know me, the first thing that should be clear is my name. How else shall I be addressed otherwise, no? My name is Chew Aileen. I was born in Subang Jaya Medical Center as a nearly hairless bawling imp. I was told that my grandmother did not like the shape of my nose. Said it was small and flat.

I remembered not wanting to grow up. To be loved and pampered all my life seemed just perfect. Playing with my mountain of toys and imagining myself to be a Barbie princess of some sort. But then I was sent to school, and it all changed. I was packed off to Bukit Bintang Girl School. There, I was a wallflower. There was nothing spectacular about myself that could or should be flaunted to the world. I had no reason to like it there. I spent two kindergarten years in Sekolah Sri Garden, a private school, and was rather dismalled by the obvious antiqueness of the building. With grime making the beige walls look brown and grey, it had an air of eeriness, and was quite intimidating. I was quite smart, but lazy. That was what my teacher told my mother in my third year. Chubby and rather subdued, I only had my two best friends. With them, I began enjoying my surroundings. We claimed we could see ghosts in the compound, and the seniors did not allay our fears, telling us that at the grounds, there once stood a hospital, where many people died during the Japanese Occupation. Somehow, we managed to have fun. Both my best friends are still people whom I hold close to my heart. Looking back, it has been a long journey. But somehow, time works in wondrous ways. Seconds seem like hours, but years fly by.

My most drastical change came when I was in Year Six. Our school had just moved to Cheras, and for the first time, there would be boys. I was a school prefect then, and found the boys extremely mischievous, hard to handle and therefore a challenge to control. However, I did make a number of wonderful, robust new friends. And due to one special friend at that time, I became more spontaneous, adventurous, sporting, cheerful. I learnt to express myself more. I learnt to smiled more, because then the world smiles with you, don’t you agree? Unfortunately, we have grown distant over the years. But when I look back, I smile to myself. I would not, and could not change who I am and who I’ve been. But most importantly, I cherish who I have become.

So I passed my Ujian Peperiksaan Sekolah Rendah (UPSR) with flying colours. With 5A’s, I strode into SMK Seri Bintang Utara with confidence. My old school was just next door after all. This time, I planned to achieve all that is within my ability. My goal was to experiment, to dream. And dream I did. I tried the Swimming Club, Scouts, and the Humanitarian Club. I was even chosen as a probate for Librarian (Library Prefect). I even joined the inter-house cheerleading competitions that year. In Form Two, I joined the Unit Bimbingan Sekolah (Counseling Unit), Fencing and Taekwondo. I ran for my house and grabbed a few medals. I won bronze for my first sparring tournament.

In Form Three, I slowed down my activities, though I did try short distance running for MSSKL. I shan’t say that the Penilaian Menengah Rendah (PMR) was an easy stint, because it wasn’t. It was hard work, with blood, sweat, and tears all over. I revised with my friends until I wished the real exam would come sooner so that we could all just get through with it once and for all, and never have to look PMR in its face ever again.

Thankfully, my hard work paid off. Straight A’s donned my slip, and my parents were so proud of me, and that was enough. Our school was ranked number one in Cheras, and we were awarded with bountiful harvests of our labour. Victory is indeed sweet. With sugar, spices, and everything nice.

So now, I step into Form Four. I was put in the top science class, to my extreme horror. But I now enjoy the experience very much, despite the unbearable workload. I hold many posts, and I solemnly swear I am not bragging. Recently appointed at Head of the Librarians Gathering/Carnival 2007, I have to foresee that everything is in tiptop shape. Using the money I received for my PMR results, I got myself a camera in order to fulfil my duty as an Editorial Board Photographer. I was appointed Assistant Secretary for the Fencing Club and Taekwondo. For Unit Bimbangan Sekolah, I am the Assistant of Trips (Biro Lawatan). Therefore, our annual trip has to be planned by my head and myself. For my sports house, I am a cheerleader once more. Sometimes its hard, and I wonder why I got myself in this mess. But then, the thrill of pushing it to the limit is just too tempting. It beckons to me, come what may, I shall raise my head up high, take a deep, ragged breath, and push through it all.

Thankfully, I have a loving family who supports me when it gets difficult. My parents have been the most wonderful people, and will always be. They always remind me, that however bad I am, my family will always be there. And they will always, always, welcome me with open arms. Being the eldest, the pressure is there. To be a good example, to teach my two brothers what is right, what is wrong, and everything else in between. Nevertheless, it isn’t really difficult to relate to them, although sometimes they are a pain, like most siblings are. In my humble opinion, my family is what I’d call an ‘truly Malaysian family’. We have, of course, Chinese people in the equation. But then we also have Muslims and Indians as well! There was one incident, when I was walking with my cousins after celebrating our grandmothers 81st birthday, one of them commented on the current situation. He said, ‘Eh, we don’t look like cousins la, all of us so different. No wonder the people are staring at us!’ Indeed, we were joking about, the four of us. One Chinese, one Muslim and two Indian youths hanging out in the evening, talking and joking in loud voices. We burst out laughing at the irony of the situation, after comparing our skin colour. Which attracted even more stares.

Moreover, I am thankful to have been exposed to many activities, workshops and camps. I was recently awarded a Diploma in Pianoforte at JW Marriot and am simply ecstatic with ecstasy at the thought of the upcoming convocation! To top this year up, I shall attend a Poomsae Seminar on the 27^th to 30^th March and shall sit for an exam. If the light of the Lord shines upon me, and the angels sing above me on the 31^st March, I shall hopefully be upgraded to State Poomsae Referee. Because of my love for reading and writing, I attended a Creative Writing Workshop in 2004 and a Young Reporters Workshop in 2005, and I loved it! It was really eye-opening when we had to interview random people at Bangsar Shopping Village and producing a report at the end of the day. I have also been to Outward Bound School, which I found myself lethargic but still smiling at the end of the day. What can I say? I love the outdoors! Minus the leeches. I was at the 6^th and 9^th Kiwanis Youth Camp. My head is reeling right now, it is hard to say which I loved the most because I embrace them all!

I hope the reader isn’t sleeping right now due to my antics. Wake up because here come my aspirations! Since I am a rather compassionate person by nature, I thought of going into medicine, because that would allow me to care for people as well as applying science in my career. My second choice so far is Mass Communication, because I love journalism, and photography would be an added bonus. I actually hope to become a Star reporter. No kidding. Well, yet again, there’s also Animation. Just imagine, creating something without limits, without borders. Something you couldn’t do with actors and a reel of film, you could bring to life in a screen. The possibilities are endless! However, I feel quite strongly for nature as well, and wanted to become a conservationist or environmentalist when I was a little younger. Or perhaps, a wildlife photographer? To capture those moments so many others can learn to appreciate the abundance of life on earth…

This is currently confusing me. I love doing so many things, yet I know it is not possible to perform all those tasks, and no matter how much I like taking things to the limit, I know it is just not possible, not at all. Perhaps time will tell what suits me best, and that some idle light bulb on top of my head will light up and enlighten me. Then I would go ‘Yes! That is what I want!’ and nod vigorously. Till then, I am content to live life to the fullest and see the glass as always half full. Be it to the point where I can look up into the azure sky, close my eyes and feel the soot from the abundant carbon monoxide mixed with the dust particles to form the wind that washes over my being and sting my eyes till I shed tears and smell dirt. And still be able to delude myself that a cool, soothing breeze is caressing me and thank God for all that I have been given. And then I would open my eyes and look toward the horizon, ready to face tomorrow and beyond.

~ only select few know what I'm talking about. Ken, post yours too! ~

Today was pretty fun... The lift broke down. Therefore, James cannot make his daily trip up to the third floor to class today. So we Alphanians had to be relocated at the Bilik Serbaguna on the ground floor. I positively love that place. Its BIG, airy, comfortable and pretty condusive, if I should say so myself... =P

This is James during that PMR Anugerah thing... Giving his speech with his dad at his side.

Packing up! Like I said... its big. BIG! Me like... =P

Alphanians hard at work.

Cheer practice was pretty alright I guess. Nothing really much to say. It was fun, but we're so lacking, slacking, sucking.... Ahahahah. Must.Not.Let.Spirit.Fall! Wei Lin called. Tomorrow we shall hopefully be on our way to purchase our costume! Finally... For some unfathomable reason, I do not have the enthusiasm to blog about cheer today.

Ken : I cannot join Cheer 2007 to mark the end of my career because I got no support, and support is very important for me. Plus, I personally do not believe that I can do it. Sorry babe.

Amirah just told me the FUNNIEST THING. She was in EST class, sitting diligently in her chair, when she tried to shift into a more comfortable position. However more comfortable flat wooden school chairs can get is still a mystery to me. I think its just impatient fidgeting. Anyway, when she did that, apparently she fell off her chair and banged her table at the same time. The table was knocked forwards and her butt downwards. She got up and peeked up from the edge of her table to find all eyes boring into her position. Then the class broke into ecstatic laughter. Impressively, she still managed to grin sheepishly and carry on as nonchalantly as possible. What a klutz you are Mira! Mira you are a klutz. Klutz are you...


This the little proof of my hard work! A bruise. A bruise! Hahaha... OK its not as terrible as Pui Yings and Hui Nings bruises. And I'm quite sure PY will comment on this later XD. Saw you suffer today gurl... I feel your pain, I really do. Abstractly that is.

time and the world

16.56 seconds. Look at this. Only a few people understand its significance. This is the time I clocked for 100 m. Awie was being so nice at it, he didn't really want to break it to me. But Yew Jin asked, so dear dear Awie lowered his voice and told him, which was followed by 'OH MY GOD.' And this is where Desmond came to the rescue 'Eh, you guy la... Don't compare.' At this period, I was still unaware of my time, but I sensed dark clouds encircling me. So I asked. And I got my answer. Was dragging my feet on the way to the end of the field, hanging my lovely head when Faris intercepted me.

F : Sapa menang?
A : Ya think?
F : I dunno la... who won?
A : Me la...
F : Cheh, ok la tu.
A : Time not good, very very bad..
F : What?
A : 17 seconds.. 16.56
F : *stares with eyes wide open*

I know, I know! I'm a fallen star, a remnant of the bygone years. Never have I done so bad, I might even be blacklisted for going to Times Square last year during break, just like Shaun and Bryant. It's no fun going to a stadium full of hot and talented people, especially if you're not a clear-cut winner. People stare, and their scrutinizing eyes... I'll never forget the eyes!

Luckily I was well-received at cheer practice today. The first time I danced VJ said I was so aggressive o.O Told her I needed to tune down the athlete and bring out the cheerleader. Hey, its not easy switching between stuff! Especially when you're feeling so dejected and useless and unwanted. Trash. TRASH!! Oops, going overboard there. Well anyways it was fine, we just danced today. Wei Lin played and paused instinctively, and when the music stopped we had to freeze. If someone was off, it was pumping, sit-ups or 'ketuk ketambi' for them. And to my intense embarrassment, I was showed off many times 'Look at Aileen! Do it like her!' But instead of bloating with happiness and happy fudge in my stomach, I felt embarrassed. So I told her between gritted teeth and a funny position 'Wei Lin. Stop. It.' And to my intense relief, she did. I'd so rather blend in with the crowd than stand out. And besides, I really can't help feeling it when I feel their stares which says 'You're no better, so stop being so full of yourself.' Which I wasn't, honestly.

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Humans are no doubt the superior spesies of this planet. As a result of the increasing advancements of technology, things are moving everywhere. Soon, the Earth will just be one big continent. But is it a good thing? Most of us carry on our lives with the child-like belief that it will see a better tomorrow. But scientists believe that if this happens, there is a great possibility of mass extinction. Why? Many isolated islands can hold more spesies than one great continent. Scientists predict at least 2/3 of the worlds mammals will be extinct.

I cannot possibly summarize this here. I watched this on National Geographic. Don't gawp readers, it really is interesting! Call me a nerd if you want to, but I think it is so much better than watching MTV or Channel V. No offense meant here!

bday

My being is bursting with the feeling of ecstasy. As a result of my impossibly large mouth, most dudes already know about my birthday. For those who didn't know prior to this post, well now you do! Tee-hee-heee

It falls on 18th March, which is a Sunday. And so far, the plan is to hang at Sunway Pyramid and cause havoc on whichever inch of land (or is it tiles?) our feet land. But regardless of where it is held, the 'proposals' are still the same. So vote! And state your reasons why please. I said 'Please', aren't I just an angel?? 0=)

PROPOSAL 1
Everyone present has to dress up. Literally. The word that sums it up pretty nicely is

RADICAL

It can be funky, or just plain weird. I say just take all the stuff you never wear (please leave your moth-eaten baby clothes out of this) and put them together! Its called mix and match sillies! Well, if you're still at wits end, here are some my classmates have discussed about.

Hui Ning : Bandanna for a top, Mini-skirt on top of jeans, and a blanket (don't ask)
Huey Shan : T-shirt, tights, and outside underwear, with a towel for a cape.
These don't make sense, but you get the idea...



PROPOSAL 2
Since most of us are cheerleaders, I propose that all of us storm the place up in our cheer costumes! Those who don't have them can lend the costumes. I mean... Come on, if a cheerleader has cheered for 2 years, like myself, they would have one more to spare. For guys, look for Vulcanz! XD Poor Julian, poor guys. Lucky Ken.

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SMK Seri Bintang Utara's Interhouse Cheerleading Competition and Sports Day is on 3rd March. Those who can make it please come!!

It marks the end of my cheering career. I shan't cheer anymore after this =(

email.

Dear Bloggers and Visitors, I was sent this email by a friend of mine, and I think it is very, very meaningful and thought-provoking. Never mind its political incorrectness. For your information, I do not only blog about myself and my life, for it would appear self-centered.

I have been meaning to pen some of my thoughts for some time now, to let
people actually read the views of the typical 'overseas Malaysian' who is
kept away. I realise that my e-mail is rather long, but I do hope that
you
would consider publishing it, and also keep my name private.

I shall start by telling you a little about my background. Mine is a
rather
sad tale -- of a young Malaysian full of hope and patriotic enthusiasm,
which is slowly but surely dissipating.
I am very different from many other non-Bumiputeras as I was given
tremendous opportunities throughout my childhood. Born into a
middle-class
Chinese but English-speaking family, I grew up with all the privileges of
imported books, computers, piano/violin lessons and tuition teachers.
My parents insisted that I should be exposed to a multi-racial education
in
a national school. In my time, my urban national school (a missionary
school) was a truly happy place -- where the Malays, Chinese and Indian
students were roughly equal in proportion. We played and laughed with
each
other and studied the history of the world together during Form 4, with
one
interesting chapter dedicated to Islamic history.

Though 75% of my teachers were Malays I never really noticed. My Malay
teachers were the kindest to me -- teaching me well and offering me every
possible opportunity to develop. I led the district teams in the English
and Bahasa Malaysia debating competitions. I was the only non-Malay
finalist in the Bahasa Malaysian state-level elocution competition. My
Malay teachers encouraged me to transfer to a government residential
school
sekolah berasrama penuh) so as to enable me to maximise my academic potential. I refused because I was happy where I was, so they made me
head
prefect and nominated me as a 'Tokoh Pelajar Kebangsaan'. Till this day I
am absolutely certain it was the kindness of all my Malay teachers which
made me a true Malaysian.

I excelled at school and was offered a Singaporean government scholarship
to study overseas. I turned it down because I wanted to ensure I would
remain a 'true Malaysian' in the eyes of Malaysia. So I accepted a
Malaysian government scholarship to study at Oxford University.
Throughout
my three years as an undergraduate the officers at the MSD looked after
me
very well and were always there to offer support.

I graduated with first class honours and was offered a job with a leading
nvestment bank. The JPA released me from my bond so as to enable me to
develop my potential. I shall always be grateful for that. I worked hard
and rose up the ranks. My employer sent to me to Harvard University for
postgraduate studies and I climbed further up the ladder.

Now I am 31 years old and draw a comfortable monthly salary of US$22,000.
Yet I yearn to return home. I miss my home, my family, my friends, my
Malaysian hawker food and the life in Malaysia. I have been asked many
times by Singaporean government agencies to join them on very lucrative
terms, but I have always refused due to my inherent patriotism.

I really want to return home. I have been told by government-linked
corporations and private companies in Malaysia that, at best, I would
still
have to take a 70% pay cut if I return to Malaysia to work. I am prepared
and willing to accept that. My country has done a lot for me so I should
not complain about money.

However, of late, my idealistic vision of my country has really come
crashing down, harder and faster than ever before.

I read about the fiascos involving non-Bumiputera top scorers who are
denied entry to critical courses at local universities and are offered
forestry and fisheries instead. (My cousin scored 10 A1s for SPM and yet
I read about UMNO Youth attacking the so-called meritocracy system
because
there are less than 60% Malay students in law and pharmacy whilst
conveniently keeping silent about the fact that 90% of overseas
scholarship
recipients are Malays and that Malays form the vast majority in courses
like medicine, accountancy and engineering at local universities.

I read about the Higher Education Minister promising that non-Bumiputera
Malaysians will never, ever step foot into UiTM.

I read about a poor Chinese teacher's daughter with 11 A1s being denied a
scholarship, while I know some Malay friends who scored 7 As and whose
parents are millionaires being given scholarships.

I read about the brilliant Prof. K.S. Jomo who was denied a promotion to
Senior Professor (not even to Head of Department) although he was backed
by
references from three Nobel Prize winners. Of course, his talent is
recognised by a prestigious appointment at the United Nations.

I read about UMNO Youth accusing Chinese schools of being detrimental to
racial integration while demanding that Mara Junior Science Colleges and
other residential schools be reserved for only Malays.

I read about the Malay newspaper editors attacking the private sector for
not appointing enough Malays to senior management level whilst insisting
that the government always ensure that Malays dominate anything
government-related.

I read that at our local universities not a single Vice-Chancellor or
Deputy Vice-Chancellor is non-Malay.

I read that in the government not a single Secretary-General of any
ministry is non-Malay. The same goes for all government agencies like the
police, armed forces, etc.

I read about UMNO screaming for the Malay Agenda while accusing everyone
else of racism for whispering about equality.

I read about a poor Indian lady having to pay full price for a low-cost
house after being dispossessed from a plantation whilst Malay
millionaires
demand their 10% Bumiputera discount when buying RM2 million bungalows in
a
gated community.

I read about my beloved national schools becoming more and more Islamic
by
the day, enforced by overzealous principals.

I read about my Form 4 World History (Sejarah Dunia) syllabus, which now
contains only one chapter of world history, with Islamic history covering
the rest of the book.
As I read all this I tremble with fear. I love my country and long to
return. I am willing to take a 70% pay cut. I am willing to face a
demotion. I honestly want to contribute my expertise in complex financial
services and capital markets. But really, is there a future for me, for
my
children and for their children? I am truly frightened.

I can deal with the lack of democracy, the lack of press freedom, the
ISA,
our inefficient and bureaucratic civil service, our awful manners, and
even
a little corruption. But I cannot deal with racism in my homeland.

I think this is the single biggest factor which is keeping people like me
away. And bear in mind, there are so many of us (researchers, scientists,
bankers, economists, lawyers, academics, etc.). What people read about in
Malaysia (like Dr Terence Gomez) is but the tiniest tip of the iceberg.
You
will be amazed to know about Malaysians denied JPA scholarships (which
would have made them civil servants), took loans to attend Ivy League
universities, but who are later asked to advise our government (on IT,
economics, etc.) at fees running to millions of US dollars. Such
information will never be published because it is politically incorrect.

As a Christian, I pray for God's blessing on this great country of ours.
I
pray that He blesses our leaders with the foresight and humanity to see
that this will not work and cannot continue. I pray they will have the
strength to make our country a home for all Malaysians plus they will
have
mercy on the poor, including the non-Malays. I pray for true racial
harmony
and acceptance (not just tolerance) in Malaysia.
Yours sincerely,
A very frightened Malaysian abroad


*email ends*

If we are a democratic country, why are there such things like Bumiputra discounts and privilages when everyone is supposedly equal?

I myself try to be patriotic. But in my view, as the countries foundations weaken, it is no longer sane to live here as a non-Bumiputra. This cannot go on. As centuries grow older, more eyes, minds and hearts are opened. People demand more rights, and are equally aware of it.

As our nation strives to 'berdiri sama tinggi, duduk sama rendah' with other leading nations, the sights to behold increase. But deep in its hearts core lies our faithfulness, gratitude and undying loyalty. Without this, Malaysia's foundations will shake and finally fall. And this nations heart is blackening, it is dying.

Our country is dying. Silently, slowly. Addressing the problem will not solve it. Action will. When will they realise that they are making a hideous mistake? And if they do, will they realise it in time?

What do you think?

typical malaysian

There were still a number of people waiting after 5.30 today. Soon, all left. All but me. I was anxiously waiting for my mom. 6 o’clock came and went. And still I was the only one left waiting outside the desolated school. The few guards did not allay my fears as they seemed like kids in uniforms. There was a whiff of smoke coming from the guardhouse and I cringed involuntarily. Disgusting. At 6.15 I started to panic and called my mom, but instead of a calming response of ‘Don’t worry, I’ll be there soon,’ all I got was a nag on my safety, that she was stuck in a jam and would be late. It did not help that her piercing voice was accusing me of putting my safety at risk and at that point I couldn’t help wondering, would it not be the case if she came a little earlier? If other parents could, why couldn’t she?

And there I go, being a typical Malaysian. Always blaming the other party before myself. Surprisingly, I still remember a speech my ex-principal used to make. She blatantly told us not to be ‘typical Malaysian’s’ and to examine oneself before laying the blame on others. In other words, fix yourself before attempting to repair others. Mark my words, I have never been a real fan of the woman. When she taught me Geography in Form 1 the whole class struggled to stay awake, and only made the effort because she was an unknown entity at that time. Would she be nice, pleasant? Or an evil woman bent on destroying our pathetic lives? Who knew? But this year she retired, and I was on duty for the first time as Ed Board Photographer. Trust me when I say I wished I was sitting down, cheering for the sake of venting off surpressed energy in the form of useless screaming and cheering. Instead I had to strain my leg muscles. I got up and sat down repeatedly, it made me feel like a jack-in-a-box. Boing!

Coming back to the original story, my mom finally arrived at 6.30. I remember her telling me, ‘You don’t have to stay back everyday, just twice a week, for house practice.’ And I told her No. How will we get by with practice twice a week when every other team is doing it everyday as well? ‘Well, it’s not your responsibility.’ Yes it is, I’m part of the team! But then I thought, aren’t other people not staying back as requested? Damn them. Idiotic, Pig-Brained… Nevermind. ‘You only join cheerleading to please your friends.’ OK, that’s it. ‘No, I joined to please MYSELF.’ Haha, I don’t mind speaking my mind to my mom, especially when I feel its right.

I have to admit, our routine is nothing short of unusual. Really unusual, to put it mildly, but still challenging. The intro dance, the intro dance! I suck at it, I bet Wei Lin isn’t too happy either! I predict, and I solemnly swear I am not taking sides… That Maclay will win. Again. It doesn’t help that the Cooke’s are said to be using pretty similar props. Bah, who cares!? Green and Maclay are using the same song. Big deal. XD

I've come so far from the oversized balloon I used to be in my early childhood years. When I was a pre-teen I was some sort of a tomboy, then I was more girl. But still no skirts, none of that bullshit. But maybe, just maybe, it is time to change... I mean, I am a girl. Purses, handbags, skirts and makeup can't be illegal right?

Hahaha... This to-be-sixteen-year-old is going through a TRANSACTIONAL phase. I really have to be careful when I say this. This particular word nearly always rolls out as TRANSEXUAL when i least expect it. And it doesn't help that I keep telling people that I was born a bowling baby boy when my parents wanted a girl. Oh. right. Too much information. Please take a one minute break from this post if you should feel unwell. Keyboards do not do well when combined with excess food from the digestive system, or any excreted fluids from the body actually.

So I might change my blogskin, as and when I see fit. Since I'm so bloody useless at photoshopping, and don't have the program anyway, I'll have to use some other means of creating a new layout. Which is hard work darn it.

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OK... I cannot seem to recall the 'How To Lose Your Boyfriend' thing... So sorry people! But hey, be creative! Explore new outlets of self-expression! Hahahaha. In other words, torture him to death. Ask him to get you a pad or something. XD

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CLASS CAMWHORES!

Poker cards, Version 0.0001.

Why the toilets look so nice when taken by camera is still a mystery to me. Maybe its the photographer. =P

i wonder

There has always been something tugging my mind and heartstrings. It is often forgotten, but it resurfaces, especially after camps with strangers. When you go to a camp, and at first you are all alone, or with a sibling, you make some friends whom you feel really click with. And you think, well, I want these people to be in my life all the time. But somehow, everybody drifts apart, and as you lie in bed and stare at the merciless white ceiling, you wondered why it didn't last, when it all seemed perfect.

The 6th Kiwanis Youth Camp was what got me really thinking. It was probably because it was my first camp without the familiar faces and serene understanding. For the first time in my life, I was alone. But somehow they managed to open me up. I was 12, they were teens and early adults. Clicking was unnatural, but for me, it happened. And I promised that we would always stay in touch the day we parted... But we never did. Not anymore.

Even now, I feel my OBS friends flirting away with time. And we spent nearly every waking hour of 10 days together. It was OK for the first year after camp. And the second. Now... its starting to get awkward. I hate it. I really do.

I was just wondering... Just wondering. Will all the friendships I make outside end this way? Because if that's the case, then whats the damn point of making them. Or why bother going at all?? Isn't there anyone who would last?? Wait guys. Don't say anything. Time will tell... For now and always.

should be...

I am actually quite aware that people who frequent my blog may be greeted with dissapointment most days of the week since school started. For this I am truly sorry, and bear in mind that I shall try my best to continue a stream of posts rolling, at least once a week. Cheers!

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Classroom life :
My teacher's are slave drivers (hui ning's line), especially the Math and Add Math teacher (I'm actually referring to one specific person here)!! Every class brings a new homework prospect, and so far, it hasn't failed us. Ever. How dissapointed they will be, when their high expectations come crashing down like a 20 foot solid brick wall right smack on their heads. First class indeed. We're all goodie goodies are we... Well Don't Be Dissapointed!!

Co-curricular life:
I deserve an award for most participation in history. Period. Let us do a checklist shall we boys and girls?

1) Librarian - Head of Carnival
2) Fencing - Assistant Secretary
3) Taekwondo - Assistant Secretary
4) Editorial Board - Photographer
5) Unit Bimbingan Sekolah - Assistant 'Biro Lawatan'
6) Shirtliff - Cheerleader and part time runner

Add that with homework, and you get chaos. Unparralelled chaos. But still, it's a life. Slow down? Never! Maybe next year ;)

Would like to take this opportunity to thank my parents, who have been super supportive (I know you read this mom), though I know its partially due to my success in managing my time last year. haha. Also to Wei Lin, Shirtliff's cheer captian and goodie friend... Thank you for understanding! Though I know its because you are a prefect with meetings as well *nudge*

Cheerleading :
I'm base! Woohoo!! But it wasn't so good on Friday, cause Mel and I didn't manage to get Zun Zen up properly. And now Mel says her mom won't let her join so there goes my partner. Crap. Never mind, still got Charlotte! And if the twins (Aimee and Charlotte) parents say they gotta go I'm gonna have a SDBF!!!! Hehehe, imagine what Wei Lin would have. Oh well, not gonna reveal too much here, there are spies everywhere *head pivots around neck*.

Note to self ---> Get Zun Zen up a bloody elevator comfortably before living Wei Lin's dream of cradling her!! Do not be a lousy base damn it!

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5 WAYS TO GET A GUY OFF YOUR BACK

1. Stare right into his eyes for five seconds, then go 'You.Cannot.Be.Serious'

2. Break down emotionally. And I mean, REALLY emotionally. Hang to him for support as you cry your heart out and scream 'OMG, I can't believe it! You. Me. *snort* I fell so *hack* LUCKY!'.

3. Fake an asthma attack. Gasp and start hitting him. Say 'I can't breath!' while gasping for air. You might want to try strangling him for extra measure.

3. 'OK, but you'll be number 25 OK, because I like, can't remember your damn name. I'm not dull mind you, I just have to many.'

4. 'Excuse me, but I like girls.'
5. 'I'm sorry, I'm bisexual. Don't get me wrong, I really like you, but there's this really hot chick in the next class... And I can't get my eyes off her ass!'

ok, so that didn't work. And you're stuck with him. What next?? That should be coming up next, but here's a preview, cause I can only remember one. Damn...

After one hour, tell him, 'I'm sorry, this just isn't working.' XD

shopping with dad

Feeling : content. Well, I went to church, forgot which building the Bible Knowledge was and ending up calling Aunt Susan and was led into the church itself for a service fit for the majority of greying people. Spaced out a lot when the pastor was speaking. He wasn't boring, but I just couldn't help it.. I can't Focus! Met Christine on the way out, and she led me to the building, where we peeped like naughty girls into the sacred room filled with holy ones in groups all over the place. Managed to poke Pui Li who was looking for her car. She was like, 'Aileen! Where were you?! I waited, and looked and looked but I didn't see you!' Meh, I feel bad... Oh well, next week I'm sure to crash into their sacred class! mwahahahaaaa

Daddy took me shopping today. I know, its weird isn't it? A girl going shopping with her dad, and to top it off, I actually LIKE going shopping with my dad! Today after church, I realized that I outgrew my pair of normal bell-bottomed jeans so I casually said, 'Dad, I need normal jeans,' on my way to our miniscule lavatory. I wasn't actually hinting that I needed it super a.s.a.p., but when I was in my room, listening to my Walkman -which is fit to be exhibited in some international museum specially for ancient music devices, my dad came in and said 'Let's go out.' 'Why?' I asked. The bed is that comfortable. Wait.... Nevermind... FAST FORWARD!

OK, so the sub-bottom line is that I got

3 Levi's (the original mind you!!)
2 bell-bottom's which is booootiful! The straight cut is kinda weird, but I just got that to satisfy my daddy. He's so not into low-hanging, thigh-hugging, past-ankle pants. But I nearly always get it my way =P.

1 surfers pants from Bodyglove
I've always wanted those surfers pants which in my not-so-humble opinion, look so cool and slacky! I got a brown one, but maybe next time I'll get something pink, blue, yellow... or colourful! More of those with pweetie colours...

1 top from Bodyglove
Love that one too! sighhh

1 bag from Bodyglove
Dark brown with superb gold prints!

Hahaha, I love Bodyglove... It's cheap-ish (compare it to Roxy and Billabong OK?!) And the stuff is just so cool! Got this all from Jusco.. I didn't even know that they had a Bodyglove shop! It was kind of in a semi-secluded area, and it was my beloved father who led me to it XD. I'm just so ecstatic! I'm not a shopaholic, but getting new stuff does get the endorphines running! It's temporary though, because only God's love is eternal (see, I DO listen to the pastor). And so is my parents. And family. =D

anugerah.

I love school. We had this majlis today, and it was so like, toadally awesome XD! School photographers were reduced to about 2, cause me and Kelvin had to sit tight in the seats, but I still managed to take the speakers from that vantage point! And Kelvin had no more batteries in his camera. Its 7.2 megapixels! Damn him... Right, so.. many schools attended the event, all Cheras school's though, about 20 according to Mr Super Camera ><. But SBU has the most straight A's!! woohoooo! 84 people. SBS is close though, they come in second. Loved the awards ceremony... Love the cert, but not the books (Laws of Success and Petua Pelajar Cemerlang?? o.O) Fell head over heels for the MONEY! RM150 richer now, and I'm not sharing with any poor soul, no matter how pitiful! No, Back off!! Shoo! Hate the stupid water vapour fans, which was extremely annoying, and did not fulfil its purpose to cool the crowd. In my opinion, it made everybody icky, sticky and mucky. So not good. The school-by-school photo session was a blast! SBU, (of course) kicked it off. Needless to say.... WE ROCK!!! We did the Have You Got That Spirit cheer... Which proves that cheering is for everybody, and not just cheerleaders! Actually (giggles), Puan Norizan asked Maleni, who was behind her, to lead, but I caught her eye and we did it together, I think Hamizah and the gang helped... How else will we be heard over the cramped and milling crowd of 84 on the stage?? This is the cheer...
(Note to Ken and Sab : DON'T COPY! Or I will send you to the fiery pits of hell!)

Have you got that spirit?
Yea, man!
I say, Have you got that spirit?
Yea, man!
Let me see it in your arms! OOH AH, OOH AH AH! *does hand punches*

Shoot, it sounds so retarded here, but I swear it rocks! Infinitely and indescribably!

Sigh.... I love my school...

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First and formost,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to ZI KANG!! my dear 'grandpappy'...
and SATYA!!...
and ASYKAL!! will send prezzie at Taekwondo this Saturday!

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Jian Hong, me, Vi-Jean

Oh, the retardedness! We belong in an asylum, Amirah and I.


You have been veeerie veeerie nottie...


SMILE! Let's take a break


Do random retarded faces, we shall.



ADVANCED CAMWHORING

Lesson 1 : the angel and the devil


devil and angel, version two.


Lesson 2 : kung fu moves

kung fu moves, version two


Lesson 3 : Rockin in the classroom!!


Lesson 4 : bully someone (why ME?!)


Lesson 5 : Hide - unsuccessfully


Lesson 6 : Be afraid, be very very afraid


love this one!!


Happy Birthday to Zi Kang again! Sorry for disturbing your homework, and not calling you at 12 last night!

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THANK YOU...

Hamizah, for being our photographer when our hands were full (literally)

Vi-Jean and Amirah - 9 years and nothing has changed!

All the other camwhorers that did not get posted due to limited time!

3rd day....

Wow, I love Friday's. We still get to go home at 12.30p.m.! And we messed around a lot. We so proved that we are NOT brainiacs, whatever class the retarded administration saw fit to put us in! Myself, Hui Ning and Aimee were on our way to the bookshop, when we spotted Puan Halimahtus *loud, low music* inside! And we had no Pas Keluar, Aimee was a prefect... shoot. But then we spotted Ying Si's face at the door of the girl's changing room, beckoning to us like a madwoman.. So in we went. Hiding. Charlotte was there too... The irony of the situation! 4 Alpha and 1 Beta student, supposedly 'top students' hiding from our PK HEM in the changing room! Lots of stiffled giggles, wish I brought my camera XD.

I've decided that though I am condemned to hate BM for the rest of my life, I shall solely love my teacher, Puan Nursham.

Jangan risau... Ini tahun honeymoon kamu!

She's the first teacher who told us NOT to worry, and admitted that it was supposed to be a relaxing year... Just gotta love her. I solemnly swear (why is Amirah's Germanish line coming to mind? 0.O) never to fall asleep in Puan Nursham's class, not only because she's so bubbly, funny but serious at the same time, but also because she's a librarian teacher =X. So if I fall asleep my career is doomed. Condemned. SHAMED.

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Enough of school! I came home today, deshrivelled and fatigued, when my grandma opened the grill, she said, 'Your Teacher Lina called,' in her little shrilly voice. My heart, already low and fluttering, went straight down to my bowels. Oh no. THE news. Did I get through my Diploma? Did I waste about a thousand moolah just to sit for it?? 'What did she say?'

YOU PASSED!

OMG, I was so elated, I literally screamed with joy outside of the house! I live in a five storey apartment, so I was sure my voice carried all the way to the top by its echoey walls. Who cares?! I got it!!! Well, its and either you get it or you don't thing... AND I GOT IT! Called VJ, called my teacher.. VJ scored higher by a little.. But hey. WHO CARES? I thought I totally flunked it. Bad. Never made more mistakes in my life of piano. But hey, life's pretty good now. Minus the homework. And crappy math and/or addmath teacher. =/

~little cammie peeps from the book flap of the piano and see's posey finger's struttin her stuff~

school-again

I was so happy to be back at school, I mean, I missed you guys so much! (you know who you are) And VJ and Michelle were behind the skylite, met them and started getting so excited we were talking and screaming at the same time. Everyone cut their hair, Michelle went to OBS (wish i was there!), and there was a lizard's tail beside Nethiya's bag or something?? o.O Well, scratch that part. The stage is obliterated, replaced by a low, tiled and.... pink one?? LOL. Easier for future performers to fall and break their skulls.

Lecture, lecture *yawn*, sing, talk, get stared down by Puan Khalilah on stage... Shut up. Assembly over. Talk some more. Hahahaha, we'll quite a bunch really. But after that we had to get sorted to our classes-I so thank God we're not on the fourth floor, we were all so hyped about taking it nice and easy this year, all filling into one class and destroying the labs, wrecking havoc... You get the gist. But they just had to jumble us all up, and I undeservedly ended up in Alpha. ALPHA! *waves giant neon sign* World reality check, top class? Muah? I'm doomed I tell you.. Doomed to the dark abyss at the end of the earth or something like that. Well, at least I get Hui Ning... The few saviours of our otherwise dull, studious, dead class will be

1) ME (duh!) XD and Hui Ning
2) Pui Ying and Huey Shan
3) Charlotte and Ying Si
4) Shazwi and Afeeq
5) Audrey (hope you don't end up anywhere near Syaira =X)

Without these people who happen to sit beside each other, I would've run screaming blood and tears to our Guru Penyelaras Ting 4 to change me... Not like I didn't try. But I was so bummed not to be in Beta, with Vi-Jean, Amirah, Michelle, Wei Lin, Zi Kang and urh... Kit Meng? Ah... WhatEver!

First homework of the year... Sejarah. First lesson I almost fell asleep on my desk....... Sejarah. Man, I hate Sejarah.

Sejarah Sucks!
All in favour of this say 'AYE!'




Add Math and Modern Math is hell on a all new bonus level...
All in favour say 'I suck' XD

new year

I have no idea how people celebrate the New Year, but I certainly don't. Unless splurging on back-to-school items count as celebrating. I got a new hairdo, which is nothing short of jaw-dropping. Honestly, I'm reliving my five to nine-year-old nightmare, when I was short, indescribably so flat, I was nearly a walking beach ball. And yes, I had a mushroom haircut. Which is exactly what I'm having now. Now. Please excuse me while I swim in the sea of my morose and self induced misery. What can I say, I loved my locks! *sulks*

But after that my mommy, lil tweet (aka lil bro) and I went to the Jaya Jusco at Wangsa Maju, somewhere we've never been. Ate at Delifrance, but in my opinion, it wasn't worth 60 bucks. I'm a bon vivant, and it doesn't take much to satisfy my food cravings... Oh well. So later we were off to The House of Leather, which is the place for school bags, - and other bags, especially travelling ones. Hey, Medoza bags can really stand the gruelling obstacles courses we put them through daily! And God knows how many books I carry. omg, I sound like such a nerd... >< But I saw this really nice bag, it was green, I like green, it matches my uniform. And it was just purr-fect for my dozen and one books, files, the deal. But i ALSO saw this sling bag (also green, har har) on the top it reads 'medoza-sport and active' and I fell hopelessly in love with that too! So I thought, its too much to ask of my mom, so I decided on the sling one, since my 3-year-old medoza backpack is still alive. But guess what, she was SO nice, she said that if I wanted them both she'd get them for me!! I'm so elated... But was grounded slightly by the sight of my head in the oh so reflective surface of the counter. Still, it was about RM 300 altogether so yes, I am oh-so-thankful. Straight A's does count for something eh? *wink*wink*

Couldn't find a camera shop of any kind there. What a mall! With only two floors at that. Bleeeeh. Making mental note to never step in there ever again except in very desperate times. Like, when I really need a pad? Ok, I don't know why I said that, but its the truth, so deal with it! eheee.

OH, SO


HAPPY NEW YEAR BUGGERS!