Holidays!

Finally handed in the dumb animatic.

I'm happy that I've finally gotten myself acquainted with my tablet, which has been sleeping behind my laptop for months. I'm still not very good with it yet, and I'm not very familiar with most features of Photoshop so we have to wait a while until I start painting really nice stuff.

: )

My sleeping hours are screwed up again, thanks to an extra long CS session yesterday. Went to bed after 8 am wtf. I was awake 24 hours already by then, with 2 hours sleep the night before.

Met more people who said I'm pretty, but although I beam at their comment, I still feel ugly. Figures. Childhood memories don't fade that fast.

It's funny to see how differently people treat you when you get your braces off, grow your hair out and have your skin cleared up by a professional torturer aka facialist.

It almost feels like it's cheating - paying for people to treat you nicer, right?

In essence, I'm still the same person who sits berkangkang, with unwashed hair and drools in her sleep.

Of course, I'm not complaining that people tend to treat me better now, especially guys. However, online appearances are always deceiving, and I'm afraid if any of my online friends see me in real life they will run away screaming OMG UGLYYY! D:

Well. It hasn't happened yet, but who knows? But a better question would be, why do I care?

I mean I like my face enough, although it's not perfect. I have slightly lopsided eyes, a big nose with a slight bump, thin lips, straight eyebrows, seriously crooked bone structure and messy wavy hair.

Some days I wish I had a symmetrical face, a dainty ski-slope nose, full lips, and long, straight, shiny hair but then I'd look like every other 'pretty' girl out there.

I want to be pretty, but I want to be special at the same time. What a pity most people's notion of beauty is the same - which makes you inexplicably boring to look at after the first 'wah so pretty!'

But then I want a lot of things.

I want to be pretty.

I want to be a fantastic artist.

I want to be a kick-ass gamer.

I want to be a filial daughter.

I want to be a dedicated girlfriend.

I want to be a loyal friend.

I want to be a good person.

And I want to stand out in everything I do, but sadly, I fall short of almost everything (maybe everything) and sometimes it just seems like everyone is better than you, no matter what it is that you want to do.

And my most shameful shortcoming? Giving up. I surrender at the first sign of losing.

I can't stand to see myself losing a fair fight, so I stop trying - some twisted way of deceiving myself. 'I'm not losing, I just slacking.'

When I was young, I wanted so many things.

I wanted to be respected, adored, feared. I wanted to be a vet and save lives of animals. I wanted to be a scientist, a mathematician, a rockstar.

Now I can narrow down my list to the aforementioned 7 desires.

I used to crave excellence, but wanted to seem like I wasn't really trying.

I ended up REALLY not trying. And subsequently failing. Then saying 'of course I can do better, I just can't be bothered.'

Fail fail fail.

I remember when I was in standard 1 and I had a 100% percent average. I was head of the class, and everyone knew me and everyone wanted to be on my good side.

I was an ugly kid I guess. But when you're 7, looks don't matter. I don't remember what I was like, or what quality I had that drew people to me but anyhow it's gone now!

I'm not sure exactly when the decline started...I guess when I switched schools and started over in standard 5. I was insecure, gangly, horrible at chinese with a 'yang ren' face (Westerner, not goat. Please man.)

And OH what a crime - I liked to read. Instantly labeled nerd. Yay happy happy. Coupled with the fact that I was one of the 6 PTS students from that year...oh my god. Not to mention my salad bowl and specs and buck teeth and knobbly knees.

LOL. Even typing it out makes me laugh. What a pathetic mental image right?

I guess it was then I wanted to be 'effortlessly' smart. There's a different feeling between getting good results out of hard work, and getting good results just cause you're 'smart like that.'

I guess you feel like a genius for a second there. But it got worse...when I started secondary I already felt so alienated by my peers it was just sad. And I STILL liked to read and I refuse to give it up. Why should I give it up because people think it's nerdy or snobbish?

-_- I like to read, sudahlah. Judgemental pricks.

I was at my most antisocial point in life then. I felt like everyone was judging me. From the way I looked to the way I walk and the things I say (or don't say.) I still remember that Siew Lei told me she could still remember her first impression of me - even now!

I was doing a hamtaro impression - munching jagung. Wtf? HAHA. And I still had my adorable buckteeth then, to enhance the hamster effect.

Starting secondary changed me. I was no longer an outstanding student. From being top of the year in english, maths and BM (omg I can't believe I was a BM star student in primary) I was just...average.

Part of me felt relieved that I wouldn't be singled out for my 'nerdiness' any more, but part of me felt disappointed that I was no longer one of the best.

And I slacked. Boy, did I slack. I still can't believe I could DotA throughout SPM. I see my gaming kakis quit gaming for their exams, and I couldn't do even that. I remember playing until past midnight and going to sit for a paper 7 hours later.

Results day was a painful day for me. I finally realise that the 'effortlessly' excelling thing wasn't working out for me. I remember sitting in the hall, praying (ridiculously) that I could somehow manage 9 As. And when my name wasn't called I hoped (stupidly) for 8 As.

And when my name STILL wasn't called, my heart just plummeted, and I realised omg what the fuck have I been doing?

And then I went to college and didn't qualify for the Taylor's scholarship/subsidy that required a minimum of 8As/7A1s.

I remember looking at my results - 7As/6A1s and cursing the government for letting me get A2 on Bio and costing me the grant.

Bio was a subject I aced! A1 through Form 4 and 5 and I got an A2 when I needed it the most? What the hell?

Then I realised it wasn't the government's fault that I didn't get my scholarship (though the education system is still horribly biased and stupid.) It was my fault for not working hard enough.

I'm pretty goddamned sure I could have been a straight A student if I really tried. But I was still in that dumb fantasy that being smart and not investing any hard work would be sufficient to carry me through life easily.

Although my results are pretty fucking good for someone who barely studied (lowest were B3s), I know my family were very disappointed in me. My mom said it was alright, as long as I tried my best she was alright with my results.

Tried my best? PFFT. I barely tried. I failed Add Maths and Chemistry through secondary and only deigned to catch up less than a month before SPM.

I'm so lucky to even have Abigail who was kind enough to give me a crash course in so many subjects - history, chem, and add maths - while she also had to study. AND she got straight As.

I feel so ashamed. At the time I felt proud that I scored that much without studying, but I just feel dumb.

Although it wasn't of much consequence (besides losing the Taylor's money) I still feel like a loser.

College was the same. I stoned and slept my way through college. =__= I spent more time playing at Ftz than being in english and accounts class.

See. Got evidence. The whole row was my classmates, lol.

I kept telling myself that I was smart and I would survive college and uni and eventually the workforce.

I reluctantly applied for the RMIT scholarship after my mom bugged me about it. I was so lax about myself that I didn't even trust myself to apply for a scholarship even when I had nothing to lose. I didn't believe I could get it. I had lost so much confidence in myself by then.

Then, a letter came. I got it. I GOT IT! My mom was literally dancing around with joy, and I realised that since my sweep of trophies and passing the PTS in standard 3, I have achieved virtually NOTHING in the previous 8 years.

What a pathetic, slacking slob this promising kid had become. I could only imagine how hurt my parents must have been to see all that lost potential.

Foundation year in RMIT was the best year for me. It was the year that reminded me how good it felt to have hard work pay off AND how satisfying it felt to know that you had truly done your best.

I graduated with a high distinction average (81) and I hadn't felt better in years.

This year, I slacked a little in Semester 1. Was dealing with a fair amount of homesickness and had to deal with difficult teammates and some shit. However, I am determined to do my best this semester. :)

It's the holidays, and I'm heading back to the games lab to work. ^__^

Maya here I come :D

I blogged this post across almost 10 hours. So if you missed the point...you probably didn't cause I don't know what the point was supposed to be either.

Owie...

This morning I went for Scrabble practice at 10 bloody am! My brain hadn't even began to wake up yet. But I can say that when they picked partners for the first round, my brain was jolted to life in a most unpleasant way.

"Stephanie and Anne at table 5!"

Crap. That's all I could think of. Crapcrapcrap. WHY ME?? But what was I to do? I couldn't exactly march up and demand a change of partner, besides that'd be rude. So I just grimaced at Siew and drew my index finger across my throat.

Time to be clobbered.

And yes, I was 'beaten, rolled up and tossed aside,' in the words of Gabby and Ty. In case you didn't know, G & T are a couple of irritating pokemon trainers/journalists. Before I could even start, I was already nervous. Because it was ANNE.

She's not some Scrabble goddess or something, but she still scares me. o_o What's a rookie to do against someone who actually goes for competitions? And heck, her mom is the ORGANIZER for these competitions. Scrabble must run in the blood I tell you!

I died tragically with a spread of 123 points. Tragic. That means her points beat mine by a mile. I had 300+ points, and she had like, 400 over marks.

Note that each person is allowed a total of 25 minutes for the whole game. I used what, 23 minutes? When I glanced at the other side of the timer, I was thoroughly shamed. Guess how much time Anne used to flatten me?

5 minutes.

I am not kidding. >.< Second round...

"Hong Lian and Stephanie at table 6!"

Ah, under-15 category. There were only two U-15ers so they joined the U-18 girls. I won with a spread of 187. I redeemed a bit of my self-esteem, though my victory was purely because I challenged lots of words, which luckily for me, didn't exist. 8-D

Third round...

"Valerie and Stephanie at table 5!"

Crap. Not another good one. Initially our points were close, in fact I was leading by a few points in the start. But then she caught up quickly. And stayed in that position for the rest of the game. Our spread was 87 if I remember correctly, not as big a gap as the first round, but still enough to make me wanna crumple to the floor and scream in protest.

Nah, kidding. But it wasn't pleasant all the same. Ok la, my second time only. 1 out of 3 ok right?

Better than the first time. THANK GOD Annette wasn't there. The last time I played her, I was supremely annoyed.

Let me tell you the honest-to-good truth: She can talk the freakin hind leg off a freakin' donkey.

"Blahblahblah, blahblahblahblah, blahblah! Blahblahblah......" It goes on. -_-'' It's actually a good tactic for a beginner. If you can't win, annoy the other opponent until she can't play at all. Bah! But I won anyway, so it's all good.

Ok, I realise I'm boring you with this Scrabble shit. Like how I bore everyone when I start talking about chess and drone on and on about the bishop, which is my favourite piece. It's and awesome piece, you know? You can hide it behind your queen or something, no one looks out for it, and WHAM! You have a checkmate...Ok, shhhh.

Anyway, after the practice, Siew Lei and I went lepakking. Mostly we went to anime shops...

Guess which one is me. Not that hard la...

Shh, don't tell Siew Lei I don't actually know who is who in Kingdom Hearts, or Onimusha or anything. She enjoys it, so she can keep on talking about anime, if it makes her happy. I just went and bought a horribly overpriced cotton candy for 3 ringgit.

Crazy right? Stick a teaspoonful of coloured sugar in the whirly-twirly machine and you can charge people 3 ringgit for a lump of pure calories that'll rot your teeth.

Irresistible anyway.

And I will still say I hate Time Square as long as they have crappy shops and crappy people in it. I'm like, "Go back to where you came from! Maybe Sungei Wang or something!" Weird people with fashions copied straight from Japan. I saw maybe half a dozen people wearing knee-high socks like they were kids or something. Regardless of how thick their legs were.

I mean, it's ok to have um, sturdy legs. (I think one of her legs was as wide as both of my legs, throw in an arm or two.) But it's stupid to draw attention to your less-than-pleasant features. That would be like me wearing a string bikini or something. Yeah, horrible right? You can get that picture out of your head now. o_O

The worst things were the stupid lepakking guys with absolutely nothing to do. Except walk around blowing everyone second-hand-smoke like they were thugs or whatever you call them.

Siew Lei went into 7-11 to buy some food, and I had to wait outside, as I was still licking cotton candy off my fingers. No food allowed inside what!

So I was leaning against the wall, waiting for Siew Lei's fried rice to heat up. (Yes, they sell fried rice in 7-11. They have a microwave too.) Then these what do you call them again?

Erm...the guy version of Ah Lian? Ah! Ah Beng! Only these weren't the regular dyed-hair, bespectacled, super-pale because of under-exposure to sunlight kinda Ah Bengs. They were the super full of themselves, loud as a motorbike-with-smoke-on-their-breath type of idiots.

Suddenly out of nowhere, these guys came swarming around me. I'm like geez, back it up man. A girl needs her personal space. O_o So I, cotton candy and all, just backed out of the rapidly closing triangle and leant against the opposite wall next to an uncle with his talkative wife and 3 little kids.

Ha! See if you dare come near me now!

Then they starting making these little sounds I use when I want to make my dog come. You know that clicking sound you make with your tongue when you want to get someone's attention? Yeah, that one.

Bah! I hate this low-class crowd. Absolutely terrible. I just stared at the wall and continued with my cotton candy. Yumyumyum...

Finally those Ah Bengs got the message that the cotton candy was way more interesting than they were and walked away.

Sweet victory!

Finally, after a mini-eternity, Siew Lei came out with her fried rice. I feel the heat of the guys' glare on our backs. Haha. Too bad la.

I swear, I'll never come to Times Square ever again, except for when I want to go to the iMax theatre and the theme park. And I thought Sungei Wang was bad. x.x

Ha! And I know Den wants cotton candy too!

Oh, and congratulations if you even bothered to read this far. Super long and boring post, I know. Remind me to belanja you McD ice cream next time, ok? =D See? It pays to pay attention to my rants. xD

Print out and present to manager on duty. =)

Kongsi Raya

Every year at school, normally after CNY, they have this day called Kongsi Raya. I think it's for the Chinese and Malay people to share their CNY and Awal Muharam with the Indians. Or something like that.

Normally, I'd be sick/ponteng/decide not to go...which is also ponteng. But this year I decided to be a good girl and go!

My Cammie died-ed, so I took Den's Nikon to school with me. Since I'm lazy to type, I'll let pictures tell the story. ;o) Pictures are worth a thousand words mah. =D

Our yummy junk food!

Our impressive army of tooth-rotting soft drinks 8-D

Our class had a feud with a junior class over the class decorations, so I would like to jump at this oppurtunity to poke a little fun at their 'decor'.

Their very wise motto.

Exercise for the day: Spot the error

Our gorgeous timetable...

...which makes our junior's timetable seem like something that was picked out of a kindergarten trashcan.

Nyahaha! Enough with the spite now...I'll get on with the pics.

The person who was supposed to bring the plates and cups was very kiam siap, so everyone had only one of each. =( Our names were written on the bottom of said plates and cups.

Though I don't really see what the purpose of this is, since no one in their sane mind is going to eat off a dirty plate/drink from a used cup. And how are you going to stop us from taking another plate/cup? Even super-monitor can't keep track of the actions of 35+ students. Whatcha gonna do, huh?

Sarah (I think it was her) personalizing my cup.

Our plates and cups!

Behaviour I simply don't understand, and probably never will...

Why do people do homework on the day where you are actually SUPPOSED to party?

Oh yeah, I remember. Our bio lab report was due that day! *gasp* Oh well...what I'd rather be doing is...

...attacking the food!!!

Top: Student's food
Bottom: Teacher's food

I am so enjoying the unfairness of it all. Or wait, adults always say "Must eat healthy food! Very good for you one!"

So are we not doing them a favour? Muahahaha!

Mmm...good food =D

Also Tesy-approved!

The KPC wanted to see what her next-door neighbours were doing...

...eating!

I was feeling above-average, until I caught sight of this:

Cheap radio + Hilary Duff + Ashlee Simpson = AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Needless to say, I departed shortly after the squawking started.

Wait, WAIT! This just in:

BREAKING NEWS!!!

Escaped from maximum-security prison: Three death-row lunatics!
Reward for capture, dead or alive: One chocolate bar per convict captured!

Left to right: Sick Sabrina, Krazy Kam, Loony Lu
Have you seen them?

And our heroine Stephanie set off on the great hunt.

Captured: Krazy Kam

One down, two to go!

Captured: Loony Lu

Caught raiding the class chocolate supply...2 down, 1 to go!

Captured: Sick Sabrina

When asked to comment, she simply made the above face. Say nyeh to the electric chair, muahaha!!!

Who shall be executed first? We shall start with the unidentical twins Sabrina the Silly and kam the Krackhead

Their last moments:

Heehee, you captured us, so what?

Wait, what do you mean death row...?

The reality sinks in...

Smile huge Kam! This is gonna be your last photo!

OVER MY DEAD BODY!!!

What an appropriate statement...

Uh-oh. has anyone watched The Ring lately?

D-8

Oh great! Not Loony Lu too!

Looks like, we won't be needing the electric chair after all...

Watch out! Samara's coming to get you!

Three down, none to go.

Now where are my chocolate bars?! =O

THE END.

'Wan' does exist!

wan (a) (of a person) pale or looking ill or tired
(b) (of a person's expression) indicating that one is ill, tired, nervous, unhappy, etc.

Bah! Today at the Scrabble Club Meeting, we played our first game of Scrabble. About halfway through the game, I laid down 2 horrific tiles -'s' and 'a', one point each only- to form the word 'sat', 'so' and 'wan'. 'S' was also on a triple letter square.

I was really happy to get rid of the letters in such a good way -across three words- when my opponents gave the word 'wan' weird looks. I smirked, and told them to challenge it. And good lord, Siew Lei actually did. Because there was no dictionary present, she asked a few Scrabble elites playing a few tables over.

She came back with a smug grin, and confirmed that there was no such word! What??? That beautiful, beautiful word....T_T ...doesn't exist?

Yeah, right. Screw the pros. I fully intend to take the Oxford dictionary and shove into Poo Lay's face tomorrow. Grrr. That cost me my turn, not to mention about 25 points. I am very dissatisfied now. =(

In other matters, theother two girls playing against me were first-timers. And may I mention that they were uber-slow. For one hour we played, and we only managed 5 turns per person.

5 turns x 4 people divided by 60 minutes...that's THREE freaking minutes per turn! And that excluded Siew Lei and I, who took a maximum of 1 minute per turn.

So,
2 people x 5 turns x 1 minute = 10 minutes
60 minutes -10 minutes = 50 minutes
50 minutes divided by 2 people = 25 minutes
25 minutes divided by 5 turns = FIVE MINUTES PER TURN!!!!

How slow can you get???!!!

I was really trying not to let my impatience show, but I ended up tapping my fingers on the table really loudly, while fidgeting in my chair.

GAH!

I still feel irritated. But nevermind. Newbies I can forgive...the next this happens, I swear I'm going to scream my head off.

No, really.

Hate breeds hate. Stupidity breeds more stupidity.

Who is stupid? You must be thinking a friend, an enemy, my sister (nola)...

No, the person who is stupid is none other than one of my school's friendly educators. In other words, a teacher.

Yeah, yeah teachers are all stupid anyway, you must be saying. But no, this one really annoyed me. See, today in EST, there was a completely easy question that made me want to wet my pants (or skirt) crying.

But oh no, 90% of the class got it wrong. Not really surprising, since most are not english-educated, but what killed me was that the TEACHER couldn't decide on the obvious glaring-in-your-face answer. Okok, getting to the point.

The question goes something like this:
Smoking causes one to become nervous, ________ and anxious.

Options:
A Hyperactive
B Hypertension
C Hypersensitive

Now, ISN'T THE ANSWER PRETTY DAMN MUCH OBVIOUS??

Ok, someone may choose C, if he/she didn't know the side effects of nicotine. But for 34/36 of the class to choose B was beyond me. WAAAY beyond me.

Worst of all, the teacher was seriously considering B as a possible answer. All the while Yi Ling (yes, the other 5%) and I were sitting there going 'OMG what IS her problem?'

Read this and see if you find something wrong.

Smoking causes one to become nervous, hypertension and anxious.

Now, how on earth does one become hypertension? I don't know, don't ask me. Ask Puan Sarjit. Or wait, don't. She'll just refer to the dictionary and come up with nothing anyway.

"Girls, I've just checked the dictionary, hypertension means high blood pressure. Do smokers get high blood pressure?"

o_O''

All this while she was completely ignoring the fact that hypertension wasn't even an adjective, for chrissakes. It was a bloody NOUN. Which by the way, we just learned in English class on Monday. An abstract noun, to be exact.

Dumb. Dumbedy-dumbdumbdumb.

Oh well, in the end, with much protests from my classmates, she finally settled for the correct answer.

"Oh YEAH! Girls, NOW I remember, hypertension cannot be used to describe a person, because it is a noun! So that leaves us with A, which I feel is the best answer."

-_-''

Yap and I just looked at each other with a 'du-uh' look.

THESE are the people who are responsible for bringing up the next generation of rulers?

...

I am seriously thinking of migrating as soon as I leave school.

*Note: Author is a little cranky from lack of sleep and the fact that the computer broke down for the FOURTH time in two years and was blamed for it. Again.

Marguerite

At Yi Ling's request, I've decided to post up pictures of the past-editions of my school mag, The Marguerite. I'm too lazy to find all of them now, so I'll post up those I currently have with me, and the rest can wait.

This is Marguerite, the 1998-99th Year Edition. It is completely cacat-ed. You can even see the pixelly lines along the letters. Anyway, it's just the words and a pink and purple version of the school badge. Any kid could do that.

And THIS, is Marguerite 1999. The 100th Year Edition. Better than the last, but still boring. It's just a pic of the school with a purple star border. I'm assuming they didn't have photoshop back then.

The Millenium Edition. Doesn't look too futuristic to me. It's just a pic of the school (again) sliced up and scattered all over the page.

Marguerite 2001. MUCH NICER. Much more imaginative, though I don't really like the colour scheme, it's GREAT compared to the other lame-o versions. Great job!


Marguerite 2002. This is OK. That about sums it up. Nicer, clean-cut images, but otherwise bland. Someone must have learned how to use Photoshop.

Sorry, year 2003-2005 are downstairs, and I can't be bothered to go and fetch them. I'll post them up tomorrow. Things have improved a tad since 2002, though. =)

And here's my poor effort at designing a magazine cover. I'm gonna try for that nifty little hamper the Majalah club is offering for the best cover. I don't think I'm going to win though. I feel so discouraged, cause my mom didn't like it. Though I think she just doesn't like black. =(

And the 107th Edition of Marguerite (I haven't decided on which to pick yet):

Version 1: Plain (Click for better view)

Wondering if I should keep it simple, or...

Version 2: Not-so-plain (Click for better view)

...make it a LITTLE more interesting. This has semi-transparent lyrics of the school song on the side. I'm still undecided whether it makes the cover look nicer, or more cluttered. (And ok, I shouldn't be the one to criticize other people's work, mine is bland as well =P)

As for the words across the page? Sorry for the paranoia, there's a hamper at stake you know!

Not that it could stop a determined thief, but if it gets stolen, back me up and say you saw it here first, ok? =D

P.s Sorry about the poor quality of the photos, the cam battery was running out and I was rushing. Besides, my cam has a parallex error. Grr.

Whoa

I'm so busybusybusy I hardly have time to come online and blog also. T_T But so far what I can safely say is, that this is THE best school year of my life. Why? Because:

-I got into another non-PJK 'sport' which is Scrabble. HAH! No more stinky baju PJ.

-Majalah society. I'm auditioning for the English section on the Ed Board, even though Pn Gian is already running around spouting praises about Bavani's and my work. So I already have favour among the teachers, I hope. But it still sucks that teachers have high expectations of our work now, and you know I can be total let-down at times...Okay, most of the time. Like how I got only 6 As for PMR. o_O

-4K. I was wondering why I couldn't get into 4U or B, (because I got B for BM, duh) Then I realised it was MEANT TO BE. Kick-ass teachers, one-week homework deadlines, and not-as-high-as-4B-or-U-expectations. What more could I ask for? Not to mention the fact that I already feel much, much smarter when I'm not mingling with the smarty-pantses. =P And I kinda like my classmates too, no hair-flipping whiners so far. (And also the fact that 4Ber Siew Lei has been complaining no end about the mountain of homework she's been drowning in. I feel blessed.)

-More time away from my friends. It can be a good thing, cause it makes me MUCH more independant while doing my homework. No more copying!

Anyway, because of all the above, ohitreallyhurtsmyegotosaythis, but I actually LIKE going to school now. *gasp* Ok, don't faint on me, pleeease. I'm not gonna turn into that school-loving goody-two-shoes person like, ahem, Nurul. =P No offense la, Lulu. But it's so completely against my character to love school. My anti-establishmentarianism and all. Pfft.

***

In other matters, my friends and I went hiking on Sunday morning. We stayed over at the ashram prior to the activity, and I must say I enjoyed myself very much. =D On Sunday morning rain was falling...

Nah, I'm kidding. On Sunday morn, we all woke up at a marvelous-by-Steph standards 5.30 am!!! On a Sunday morning!! Ohemgee. What is happening to me? I should be sleeping till lunchtime!

Oh well, the hike was fantabulous. I loved the place, it was so nice with the 'giant' spiders and their even more gargantuan spiderwebs. Mmmmmmm....plus the stream was so cool and nice. I should thank my lucky stars that I, being, a person with absolutely no foresight, packed a white T, jeans and flip-flops to go HIKING.

But in the end I got the last laugh, since everyone else drowned their sports shoes in the chilled water. Hahaha. Stinky shoesies. =P

I'm really psyched about the next trip, which is Shan2's and my suggestion - ice-skating! Whee...

But just when I got all worked about it, my world came crashing down on me! My parents won't let me stay over on the night before ice-skating. Darn.

You see, on the day I came home from hiking, I developed a fabulous case of the flu. Sore throat and all. All because the ashram carpet was kinda dusty. Ugh. This resulted in me skipping one day of school, (not that I really minded) which actually turned out to be very good luck. Why? Because on Monday, my legs were ACHING LIKE SOMEONE KICKED ME IN THE CROTCH. Seriously. It was bad. I should really exercise, at least one in a month...

Anyway, gotta go sleep. Way past my bedtime. =)

P.s. I really don't know why the post sounds so goody-goody and bimbo-ey. I think the flu was worse than I thought.
P.p.s. Just proof-read the post. Ok, I REALLY have to rewrite this post. Better catch some ZZZs now.

Rules are meant to be...

...BROKEN!!!

Wait. Strike that. Some rules should have never been implemented in the first place. Don't believe me? See for yourself.

Place: The Convent Bukit Nanas Hall
Date: 11th January 2005
Time: 8.00 am
Event: Forum Disiplin (Which also means, it's that time of the year where they drill ALL the school rules into your head, by boring, boring prefects, with boring, boring voices. Which you then forget a week later, much to the headmistress' despair)

Did I say forget a week later? Oops. Well, maybe some of them. But DEFINITELY not these.

Did you know that at CBN, you are not allowed to:

♥_Memotong rambut dalam gaya yang keterlaluan, seperti Skinhead, Punk atau boy-cut
Cut your hair in an outrageous style, such as Skinhead (don't ask), Punk (nyahaha) atau boy-cut (NO FAIR)

♥_Menyimpan misai atau janggut
(Keep a pet mustache or beard)

...wtf? Girl's school, you know??

♥_Melakukan perkara yang tidak selaras dengan nilai-nilai moral Malaysia
(Do anything that the Malaysian society deems as morally unfit)

Wait, I haven't finished the sentence yet.

...seperti mempunyai tabiat lesbian atau gay
(That means you can't be lesbian or gay at my school!!! What the hell? This is preposterous! Anyone that is anti-gay = faggot. Sexual-orientationism!!)

♥_Merogol sesiapa
(Rape anyone)

What. The. Freaking. HELL? Girl's school, remember? If there's anyone who knows how a girl can rape a guy, be sure to let me know. *evil grin*

♥_Berzina
(Not sure what this means, but I think it means having sex or comitting inappropriate behaviour)

Whoa. Coolies. I didn't know we were so wild.

♥_Menyebabkan kematian seseorang secara tidak sengaja
(Accidentally kill someone)

Ok, how do you NOT accidentally kill someone? It was an accident, right? So unless you get premonitions, this is a complete oxymoron.

...and my favourite!!

Dan ini adalah peraturan yang baru,
anda dilarang membunuh orang.
(And this is a new rule,
YOU CAN'T MURDER ANYONE!!!)

You mean you could do that last year? Oh my god! What have I missed out on? *cries inconsolably*

Crazy shit-ass rule writers. But other than shitty rules, CBN is a kinda good school. (Can't sue for defamation, NYEH)

Oh yeah, and bloody puns didn't help the students ease up the stitches after all that laughing.

♥_...sesiapa yang ponteng sekolah selama 30 hari berturut...
BUANG SEKOLAH!!!
...sesiapa yang ponteng sekolah 60 hari berkala...
BUANG SEKOLAH!!!

(...anyone who plays truant for 30 consecutive days...)
(...anyone who plays truant for 60 days....)
THROWS AWAY THE SCHOOL!!! *snifflesnort*

Ok, ok, so what they meant was that you get expelled. But literal translation means you get to chuck the school in a garbage can! COOL.

As if that wasn't enough, after that came the Q&A session. Which is simply a display of stupidity um, the lack of intelligence of my beloved schoolmates.

Questions were written on a slip of paper and passed to the front for the teachers to read.
Answer were, well, answered by the teachers.

Q: Can we have a longer recess break?
A: Yeah, sure. *Hall erupts in cheers* ONLY if you stay back longer after school, since the government needs a certain amount of school hours blahblahblah...*Hall fills with yerrrs*

Q: What if we have the teachers ask us to run an errand in a shopping mall ...probably KLCC...? (since there's a rule of not leaving the school grounds)
A: WHERE GOT SUCH THING ONE???!! (Ok, ok, that wasn't exactly the answer. But it was similar, I swear...)

Q: Why don't you answer ALL the questions asked? (Lack of time, duh. And idiots like you just want to keep us in the hall longer until out butts go completely numb)
A: We got no masa, dear.

Q: Why don't you asnwer the questions about teachers and prefects, instead of answering all these STUPID questions?

Uh-oh. Teacher got really, really pissed at this point.

Anyway, it goes on. Don't wanna bore you. Maybe I already have, but whatever.
Enjoy the fact that there still are simpletons out there.

*Information is not deemed to be accurate. Author is suffering from chronic exaggeration compulsion syndrome.