Shh.

Oh screw. 

Can you believe it? My friends have just informed me that we have a test tomorrow for Commerce. All three years. Form 1, Form 2, Form 3, Section A and B.

What the hell?

I'm seriously very annoyed. How come I didn't know about this until five minutes ago?

*takes deep breath* Okay, I shouldn't complain. She's new, inexperienced, doing it for our own good (I suppose). 

Craptastic.

Science individual (but discussion allowed) labeling tomorrow. *sigh*

Moon, why couldn't they spot you tonight? Then we'd have a public holiday tomorrow and we wouldn't have to worry about all these things... But that's that. Should go with the flow.

An advanced 'Selamat berpuasa' to you all.

G'night.

"How do I put this in decent English?"

Little did I know that there would be an unpleasant surprise for us this morning at school.

No, not tests, or three periods of History. This unpleasant surprise came in the shape of two piles of cat poo.

Yes, cat poo. Excrement, faeces, crap, shit, droppings, bodily waste, stools, whatever.

Our classroom stank like hell, and probably still does. Meza told me the cleaner only took out one pile, and (in her desperation to leave the smell) left the other there. The one near Qilah's table (and hence mine also). Oh gross. Really, really gross.

We think this group of kids who vandalise our school on public holidays had something to do with it, because today the three classrooms before ours had been ransacked (Wani's "toolbox" was stolen a few days ago after they messed up 3T) and there were scribbles on previously clean walls. What's "K.D.S."?

Losers. They have no life.

On the bright side, we had the opportunity to stay in the library for half the (school)day. 

I have a feeling "Teacher" Stella hates her job. She always stares off into the distance, looking all sad and forlorn. Why do we have to get the emo teacher?

And we're scared of her. She acts like, all prone to getting moody and stuff. 

English was particularly fun. Neko kept complaining of having to sit with me, Kok Sheng and Fazrul, because we kept making stupid jokes and laughing our heads off while filling in the adjective blanks. For example:

I look at my English paper. 

"The _______ patient hopped onto the bed as the doctor instructed."

"The what patient?" I say (not so loudly, it's a library, remember?). "Could be anything, right? The stupid patient, the idiotic patient, the dumb patient...the dying patient?"

"I know I know!" Sheng says. "The gay patient." We burst into a fit of silent laughter.

"The patient patient?" I suggest.

"Yeah!" Fazrul says. "I'm writing that down." He fills in his blank with the word 'patient'.

"Wait, are you serious? That's stupid!"

"Yes, I'm serious!" Then Sheng follows him and rights 'patient' as well.

Ms Anne walks by, and glances at Fazrul's paper. "The patient patient... The same word... That's good. I like that one."

I thought the librarian was going to kick us out for all the noise we were making. But oh well. Hahah.

We migrated down to the lab during break. Had the labeling quiz thing. Now we know...'cher Sufy likes Justin Timberlake and shares a birthdate with me.

Cikgu Ruzidah was as majal as usual, and confused Sheng's name with mine. Just because our names both start with the same thing doesn't mean they should be messed up, m'kay?

Seven weeks to PMB. The very thought disgusts me. 

September is near. Doesn't time fly? 

It's like we don't take the time to appreciate things, the little details, the small deeds people do, anymore, because we don't have the time to.

What's the rush?

Oh, and happy birthday Firdaus. Malaysia merdeka, we know. XD

By the way, what word would you use to describe 'dandruff'?

IRK + Sastera = Suicidal.

My nose is running like Usain Bolt.

At this rate, it could win more golds than Michael Phelps, but let's not go there.

Oh yeah, and I could set a record for the longest cold ever endured, because it's been here with me for at least a week and it's not going away. 

My dad's friends' kids were here yesterday. Tried to convince me to let them use my MSN account. Pfft, yeah, I told them. In your dreams.

But I said, "Hey, wanna see my password?"

"Yeahh!!"

"Okay, watch carefully..." 

"Wait wait, do it again, didn't see! Why so fast?"

Hahah, suckers. 

(Sorry. For comedic purposes only. Didn't mean to insult anyone.)

So why am I watching stupid, random parodies on YouTube when I'm supposed to read up on Science diagrams, its labels and functions?

I don't know.

Tomorrow marks 49 days left to PMB, or 7 weeks, whichever you prefer. I should start reading now, but... but... meh, I suck at this whole "must-be-very-hardworking-let's-start-cramming-now" thing.

I feel like having pancakes, but I'm really full right now.

Mmm... Pancakes.

I wonder what other people are doing right now. Something more interesting than what I'm doing, I guess. I know my Science labels. I think. Steph was telling me the other day I could represent two people in our group (meaning either we could overcome our disadvantage of having only three people in our bench, or that she didn't have to study and I'd do it for her) when her pink Science PMB book scratched me on the arm. Hence, you people must heed this warning: Science past year papers are dangerous. Please do not go within a five meter radius of them.

I want the full season DVDs of The Simpsons, House, and South Park.

And watch television till my eyes sorta pop out.

*sigh* PMB.

Sometimes, you just wanna say "STFU!".

I would've blogged yesterday, but a thunderstorm got in the way.

If you're thinking I'm a sakai person who's stuck in old times and afraid of using the internet or any other electrical appliance when it's raining in fear of getting electrocuted, you're wrong.

It's just that my modem's prone to emitting sparks, and I don't want to die so soon.

You wouldn't want that, would you? No more nonsense to read, imagine that.

I've got a party/gathering/whatever thing to attend tonight. I've got no choice but to be there, 'cause the venue address, somehow mysteriously matches my house address. Hm...

I could've sworn I had lots to write about when I clicked on "New Post".

Damn it.

I think I've mentioned this: we're building a house for MIB. 

The closest I've ever gotten to construction is my Lego set, so, yeah, we're stuck, and we haven't even started. I think we've got a base or something... But whatever. 

Also, I have realised that there's more to satay sticks than meets the eye. You can do lots with them. Like, building stuff, burning (firewood?), poking, making stupid, useless things, et cetera et cetera.

Why is everyone so shocked to find out that Cikgu Ruzidah is single?

I think she has every right to be single. 

...I didn't mean that in a bad way, all right?

I'm a nice person *cough cough*.

Oh, and I don't know why, but I keep having this urge to say "ass-hole". Rude, I know.

Hmm...meh.

And I say "meh" waaay to much nowadays. I should stop; I've been getting weird looks from teachers when I say that in class. 

Gay = happy.

...right or left?

P.S. Happy birthday uncle Jeff. May your primitive, godforsaken place of residence last you long.

The Man Who Can't Be Moved

I have discovered something new. A whole new sound. 

It's called 'The Script'. 

And I like.

I gave up on finishing my Geo workbook before giving it to Cikgu Fatimah tomorrow. Suckish. I have been so thoughtfully reminded why I dislike Geo. Stupid questions, lots of work. 

As Firdaus puts it, it's like we don't have anything to do anymore for MIB. So we were asked to build a house. Not a real house, just a model. A real house would've been cool, but meh. Takes up too much time (among other various reasons). 

Rumah tradisi.

All my group ('Daus, Meza, Aimma and I) have done so far is cut out an outline and make some completely pointless sketches.

...Then tried to murder Aimma's bottle of PVA glue with a pair of scissors.

Enough about our pathetic house-building.

We had Commerce after MIB after a really boring session of Geo. 'Cher Fatimah was in a really foul mood this morning, spoiling all our early-in-the-morning good mood (which had been made worse by another assembly. Cikgu H loves us, I swear. Cikgu Haiseh wasn't there though).

New teacher: Teacher Stella.

Somehow, almost everybody thought the name was funny. 

You know, Stella School.

I know someone else called Stella. No big deal. So she's sorta okay. I'll forgive her 'cause she's new.

This may sound weird to you, but I think I'm starting to miss 'Cher Sofy. I want to see her baby. They say she's awfully cute with rosy cheeks. Aw.

I miss the nagging, the mocking her, the revision where we could refer to notes, the free time afterwards, the lack of homework, yeah.

Sentimental time over.

Now this may sound even weirder, but 'Cher Yati, the teacher whose smiles are as rare as... spotting a coelacanth, gave us chocolate today.

Maz came to my class during break (I was waiting, it's a routine thing) and handed me two packets of Hershey's Kisses.

I looked at her.

"From 'Cher Yati."

My mouth dropped open. "Say what? You're not kidding? Why on earth would she buy us chocolate??"

Yes, it's a mystery to be solved. But thanks, 'cher. You're cool.

Maybe pregnant teachers do turn nicer. 

=)

Oh, and guess what?

Cikgu Ruzidah is still single.

I shall not state my source, but I can assure you that it is accurate.

Heheh.

PMB English Oral.

It's official. UBD internet sucks.

Man, if I could compare it's laggingness to something, I'd compare it to snail mail. How much do you want to bet that I can mail a letter to Madagascar faster than I can download a three minute song using this connection?

...Okay, actually, maybe not.
But you get the drift. It's awfully slow.

I feel so professional, sitting at a desk surrounded by my mum's lecture notes and other paraphernalia. If I got the spelling wrong for that, it won't be my fault because this computer doesn't have spellcheck on (or maybe doesn't even have it).
Pfft, lousy software.

You see, I'm stuck here (my mum's office) because of the English oral and no transport home.

And I suppose I'd have to write about the oral now, just because I mentioned it.

Well, it wasn't as awkward as the BM one, though there were plenty of pauses in between sentences.

There was this point, when one of the examiners asked me if I liked shopping.
"No, not really," I told him.
He looked down at his piece of paper (presumably the questions and follow-up questions) and had a slight hint of the "oh-crap-what-do-I-do-now" look on his face.

Awesomeness.
I gave the examiners an awkward moment. Score!

Answers I wish I gave:
"So, you live in Sengkurong?"
"Well duhh, it's in my IC, isn't it?"

"Describe your house."
"Um, okay... Well... You know, I wasn't expecting this question. Can I have another one?"

"Tell me what you see in this picture."
"Well, I see an ugly man, and tourists. Lots and lots of tourists. Eh?"

"Where do you go shopping?"
"I told you already, I don't shop!"

"What kind of person do you think this woman is?"
"An environmentally friendly person? How should I know, I don't know her personally. I don't even know her name, for goodness sake!"

Hold on, I need to eat my cup noodles/late lunch.

Tick tock.

Right, I'm done.

So, Quran collection.

Syaz was very rajin and she wudhu-ed beforehand this morning. Since we have to learn IRK, we all knew that wudhu is cancelled if a guy's skin touches a girl's or vice versa. You should've seen Syaz's face when Firdaus turned around and touched her hand to get her attention.
Hilarious.

We wrote a really corny and crappy letter to Cikgu Ramlah wishing her a happy teacher's day as a class project thing. Now we have her address and we know what it means. Raya time's going to be awfully fun if we decide to "invade" her house.

After we were done with the letter, envelope and all, we gave it to Syahirah to mail it for us (thanks, Syah. We owe you one). Then, the Malays went to the Asrama Puteri.

While they collected their free Qurans, us orang Cina spent time in the gym playing badminton.
I still suck at it.
We played doubles, Steph and I against Sil Suan and Jia Hui (and found out she reads this blog).

Maz handed me Sabriel (from Naimah, she borrowed it from me) and asked me if she could borrow it as well. Books with nice covers are always the ones that get borrowed/bought first. Why? Why is it so cruel and unfair to all the other books?

Don't judge a book by it's cover.

Still, it helps for marketing.

"Does the walker choose the path, or the path the walker?"

Stupid, lousy sound system. I need my subwoofer back. 

Choosing option subject -> talking about future possibilities -> not looking forward to it

What to do, what to do, what to do?

What to choose?

This sucks so much. Trust them to leave it to me (aka the world's most indecisive person) to choose an optional subject. My head hurts, just thinking about it. 

So many possibilities, so little time. So many restrictions. 

And damn mainstream job choices. 

Tell you what, I want to be a lawyer-slash-writer-slash-musician-slash-architect-slash-ownerofarubbishcollectingcompany-slash-environmentalist-slash-ass-kicker-slash-computer game tester-slash-mafia don-slash-millionaire-slash-billionaire-slash-trillionaire-slash-evilgeniusbentontakingovertheworld-slash-professional racer-slash-everythingelsethat'scoolandawesomeandnotboring.

I don't want to make the wrong choice and end up sitting in an office all day hating my job and wishing I picked something else. 

How come everyone knows what they want to do and what subject they want to take for '09?

And how come I don't?

'Nyway, to talk about the briefing...

It started with all of us buzzing with enthusiasm, and fifteen minutes into the principal's "speech", we were reduced to an auditorium full of bored, not-listening students. Kasian.

After she was done comparing us with last year's results and the year before that's, Cikgu H had to "borrow" the microphone for a moment and she lectured us on a motivational talk she had so painstakingly organised for us and we didn't seem to appreciate it, yadda yadda yadda.

Look, I've never even seen this circular thing, okay? None of my business. I've never approved of motivational talks, but if you can attend if you want, because it sounded useful (sorta). 

Then finally, the real subject briefing began and I realised Effie was sitting behind me. I really shouldn't have sat there, because I kept getting hit by things, (esp. when Wani threw her glasses case at Maz, missed and hit me instead). Ouch.

The rest went on sort of smoothly (D&T presentation was cool!), until it was History's turn to be briefed about. And guess who was there to brief us? 

None other than Cikgu Ruzidah. Isn't she just awesome? *cough*

We clapped so hard, and whistled, and cheered her on like we were at some live music performance as she took the mike. She smiled in "bangga-ness". I tried not to puke and clapped some more, all the while trying to cover my face with the pink (see? The Admin loves pink) booklets distributed earlier.

Her speech was surprisingly short, because we assumed she'd assume her majal-ness and go on for like, ever.

She said, "The MCQ section is multiple-choice, you have a choice of four answers, A, B, C, or D."

Oh man, I went into hysterics after she said that. Laughed through the whole seven minutes and didn't listen to a single word she uttered after that, 'cause it's funny the way she says things.

I'd blog more about the other stuff, but that History bit was so awesome, everything else seems so not-as-funny-anymore.

But I can trust the other F3 MS students to write more about it in their posts. 

Right?

P.S. Congratulations to 'Cher Sofy for delivering a baby girl on Thursday, 21-08-2008. Enjoy your 56 days of maternity leave. 

Oh, and by the way, I need to ask you 'cher, why didn't you induce the pregnancy a day earlier? 20-08-2008 would've been one awesome birthdate.

Edit: I've edited this post a total of four times, and if I still can't get it right, it's no longer my fault.

Don't make us look bad.

I... have nothing to do.

Apart from that pile of homework behind me.

*turns around* 

Will you stop bugging me for a second? I tried to do you during CCA time, didn't I?

*turns back to face computer*

We migrated a total of three times during CCA time. We couldn't find Mr Soh or any teacher in charge and the whole place was empty, so we left, deciding he'd either been kidnapped, abducted by aliens, or distracted by kittens (Wani's idea). After that Cikgu Zubaidah found us in the cafeteria and made us move to the Tarian Asli room, where they did nothing also. She came back to tell us there was CCA so we left again.

Meh.

At least we took attendance?

My nose almost always runs in the morning. I don't know why. Maybe it just wants some healthy morning exercise. *bad joke intended*

Now, on to business. 

'Cher Sofy is on medical leave, leaving us to our replacement form teacher, 'cher Masnur (the PE teacher). Improvements: No complaining if our class is dirty.

But since her disappearance, albeit planned, our classroom D304 has been accumulating dust and rubbish over the week. On Saturday, Zimah and I are the only ones who actually care (since we're almost always the first few to get to class). The dustbin needs emptying, the recycling bins need emptying, everything's kinda overflowing 'cause nobody has cared.

Aw. We use such a sad, dilapidated class. 

'Cher Yati is getting more and more pregnant every day (like duhh). She fell asleep in class today. Must be awfully tiring. She needs a break, and so do we (from Maths). No, you misunderstood. I do mean well.

'Cher Ruzidah has been very majal today, more majal than usual. Stop repeating things, please. We're not deaf (surprise, surprise). 

Oh, and she made this weird joke today, "J.W.W. Birch, class, is spelt with I-R-C-H, not T-C-H."

Hm. 

'Cher Sufy is currently panicking not only because her PMB countdown is outdated (it says "Days left to qualifying"), but also because she wants the whole class to get distinctions for Science. I hope so too, 'cher.

'Cher Fatimah is retiring. Yes~! 

Uh... I meant, now she can get her well deserved rest. Yeah. That's it.

'Cher Ramlah looks more and more worried by the day. Illness, I suspect. She punished a few people today for not bringing their PMB books. What's it like, Syaz, to stand up at the back of the class for fifty minutes?

Cikgu Mahmud still bears a resemblance to Sultan Ahmad Tajuddin. I was half expecting him to come into class and say, "Beta perintahkan kamu untuk membuat buku pink."

Ms Anne holds much confidence in us to pass our English orals. Half of the class today, half the class (including me) on Monday. I hope you're right, Ms Anne.

3R: We rock, we rule, we recycle.

20-08-2008

You know, this post is just for the sake of having a title with today's date.

...My mind is blank. I'm done with 'Sabriel'. 

Damn good.

Ideal PMB papers.

Important notes for today: 

- The date is 20-08-2008.

- Olympic Taekwondo starts today (or tonight, whichever).

- We finally finished watching 'Peter Pan'.

- I'm going to start a petition for the repair of the Reading Room air conditioners. 

- We finally decided on a penalty: To tell Cikgu Mahmud he looks like Sultan Ahmad Tajuddin.

- Geo marks are back. Satisfactory, considering I only started cramming half an hour before the exam.

Now, on to the title topic.

Since we had an hour and a half to waste before our IRK extra class, we made up the ideal PMB exam papers, each consisting of only one question worth a hundred marks.

How cool is that?

IRK:

Apa hukum percaya kepada Allah?

BM 1:

Tuliskan nama penuh kamu (tidak kurang daripada satu patah perkataan).

BM 2:

Peribahasa: "Hot hot chicken sh*t." 

Ini dikatakan:________________

Maths 1:

1. Simplify the following:

a) 1+1

b) 1+1

c) 1+1

Maths 2:

1. Simplify the following with the use of a calculator:

a) 1(1)

b) 1÷1

Geo:

Name one use of water.

History:

Which Sultan looks like Cikgu Mahmud?

Science:

Spell: "Chromatography".

Commerce:

Commerce is the study of video games. True or false?

Refrained.

Check out tomorrow's date, yo.

2008 squared.

Awesome.

I wanted to post two posts yesterday, but something went wrong with my browser and I got stuck in the "Edit Html" section with no option to go back or whatever. 

So, let's move on and forget about yesterday. (Kinda sad, ain't it? But, whatever. Important point(s?): read BFG- hence new favourite word is "snozzcumber".)

Today, 'cher Fatimah didn't come. Cikgu Zubaidah came in and said, "Your teacher's not here today, so I'm here to babysit you guys. Do whatever you want and just don't make a lot of noise."

Cool.

'Cher Sofy has started her leave, I think, because she's pregnant and all that jazz. 

Cikgu Mahmud was still here, along with Cikgu Ramlah, so we did do a bit of work today.

English, English. Got our paper 1 back. I got marks I previously didn't know possible. 

Now I have to go and type out my composition because Ms Anne says so (because she wants us to have our compositions in our books to look all "nice, neat, and grammatically perfect").

By the way, I'm finding it a bit hard, sifting through each and every one of Fazrul's "friends" on friendster to find out who his girlfriend is. But I am egged on by curiosity.

P.S. Just kidding. I'm not an idiot. I gave up after the first five profiles. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack. Screw you and your secrecy.

The Mall, Gadong.

After lunch, I called Steph. 

"Uh... Hello?"

"Hello? Steph, where are you guys now?"

"Urm..." she appeared to hesitate. "I'm in the toilet."

I suppressed laughter with a smile, making the passers-by around me think I was a lunatic. "Oh.......... Okay. Uh, never mind then. I'll call you back?"

"The toilet near the arcade," she said. 

"Oh right. See you guys there... at the arcade...yes...I know, not the toilet."

Thus I made my way to the third floor of our first ever (I remember when it was first opened and everyone was just so sakai about it, including me) mall, The Mall. 

I approached the food court and saw Qilah and Aimma walk past me. I stopped. Turned back. Pulled Qilah's arm. Finally. They noticed me. 

"Yawen!" they said.

"Yes!" I replied. "Me."

Then I met the rest of the group. There are a lot of people to name, so I will skip that because I'm lazy (sorry guys) though I will let you know there were at least 17 of us in all. 

Zal and I made our way downstairs to the bookstore (Best Eastern) to wait for Nadhirah (bte Bakhri. People keep mistaking her for Neko/Nadhirah). On the way down, Zal nudged me. 

"Yawen!"

"What?" I asked.

"Cikgu Ruzidah! Tuu~!!" She pointed towards the escalator opposite us and I looked hard.

"Where???" And I saw her. No mistake. It was our dear old History teacher. Cikgu Ruzidah. Ever so famous for being majal and having a funny accent (sorry 'cher! No offence!). I called Syaz. Her reaction: "OMG!!! Banar wah??"

Baoxin paid for the movie tickets and we paid her for paying for us. Yeah. Calculations were hard to get right, but we made it through.

Check out our tickets. Since Fazrul, Aimma, Qilah and I were so bored sitting at a table at the food court, I took pictures of our movie tickets. 14 in all (the rest were bought later).

This is Syaz (siuk sendiri).

Lawa, right? (*cough* Yeah, I know, I'm so sakai...)

After much consideration and discussion the night before, we settled on watching 'Wall-E'. It was good. Cute. And people kept turning around to look at me during the opening cartoon, the "Presto" one with the rabbit. Don't ask.

It serves as a lesson, really. It shows that eventually the people didn't take care of Earth properly and had to go and live in outer space, leaving robots called "Wall-E"s to clean up until it was safe return.

They never returned and ended up fat (rounded, like...balls?), lazy and stupi- I meant, ignorant because robots served and fulfilled every of their wants and whims.

I will not spoil the movie for you if you haven't watched. But go watch, because I liked it. J/k.

Pizza plants.

Syaz had to leave early because her brother dislocated his right shoulder punching one of the game machine things at the arcade. 

Other than that, I won a race so as agreed, Zal had to lanja me to DQ. Awesome. 

We're still waiting for a re-race one day.

Muahahahaha. The ice cream is mine!

"Pull".

'asdfmovie' is the dumbest, most pointless "movie" I have ever seen. 

It is also the cause of me asking Syaz, "Hello parking meter!" with her replying, "Helluu!"

Okay, I admit, it's funny.

Shall I do the qualifying results first, or the Malay oral? Hmm...

Results it is then. Suspense..!

English II. Meh. Okay? Meh. That's what I told Ms Anne when she asked us how our paper was. It turned out to be...just all right, I guess. Not perfect, but hey, nobody's perfect. (Stupid true and false.)

I passed my IRK. Good enough.

I got an A for my History. Like, wow. I told Firdaus I gave up the Olympic opening ceremony for History and cikgu Ruzidah overheard. 

"You can always buy the CD," she told me. Yeah, we all know she can never tell when people are joking or not. Other than that, maybe she just wants people to laugh with her (and she doesn't know we're laughing at her, not with her).

Now let's see... Oral.

After Cikgu Ruzidah dismissed us, we decided to leave our bags near the teacher's cafe. Big mistake. The wind came and blew our test/revision/exam papers and notes away and caused a big ruckus where people were scrambling to rescue precious sheets of paper and holding onto their tudongs for dear life (another disadvantage of using one). 

We took refuge outside the English staff room and waited for the gale to urm... what's the word? I can't seem to remember... Crap. Uhm. Never mind then. Well the wind stopped and we went back downstairs. Syahirah, Baoxin, Steph and Sil Suan were missing at that time, but we settled for the fact that they wouldn't ditch the oral exam.

Then the wait began. So we waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, and....

*Thirty minutes later*

...and waited, and then, a teacher came. We knew automatically that she was doing the English orals, because she was white. Yeah. What a way to put it. She approached the door, leaned her weight against it and crash, it wouldn't open. We watched as she took half a second to realise the door was labelled "pull" and then yanked it open.

I laughed. What kind of English teacher was that? Couldn't even read the instructions of a door. 

But it was only English. The BM teachers hadn't arrived yet. 

*fast forwarded to much later*

A BM teacher walked past us and then came another crashing sound. I couldn't suppress my laughter. Hello, it says 'pull', not 'push'. What is wrong with you people? =)

The moment of truth arrived. First Hanan went in, then Haziyah, then Baoxin, then... me. 

I followed the librarian inside the library and handed her my IC. Signed a piece of paper. Read passage fourteen. My turn came. I smiled nervously. "Oh crap," was going through my mind. 

Blah blah blah, and then it was over. 

Though I must admit I seriously had no idea when she said, "Cyber". 

"Apa cikgu? Internet kah?"

Luckily she smiled. The examiners smile a lot, actually. I have no idea why though.

And I said, "Selamat petang", unlike Kok Sheng, who said, "Selamat pagi."

And totally unlike Fazrul, who didn't say anything and just sat down.

Now I need to go and think up my plans for tomorrow. 

Mall.

Mummy.

'Mummy' at The Mall.

...I hope.

Arwen Undomiel, Evenstar.

Before I start with today's post, I just need to point out one thing:

STOP SENDING ME JUNK MAIL.

Thank you.

I hate having to empty out my mailbox(es) all the time because of all the spam that's flooding them.

Malay oral is tomorrow. Great, innit? Of course.

Well, whatever happened to "don't talk to strangers"? 

I guess it's been declared void in these circumstances. At school, compulsory for all students taking government exams, the strangers are teachers, et cetera et cetera.

Having a conversation with totally unknown people is weird, especially when they hang onto your every word and take marks for what you say. *shudders*

Your future depends on having a completely pointless conversation with certain people of a certain profession.

Wow, even that sounded weird.

We get our English marks tomorrow, if Ms Anne finishes with the marking in time. I kind of dread my marks. Please don't suck please don't suck please don't suck please don't suck please don't suck. Pretty please? With a cherry on top? Yeah...

It has come to a(nother) point in my life where I seem to have nothing to do. I always cure this by grabbing a book and reading, but since it's PMB year, I haven't had the opportunity to do that lately. But it got so bad this afternoon I started reading 'Sabriel'. I'm a few chapters in, I want to continue reading, but there's the IRK test tomorrow. I did make a promise to myself to read for the sake of Cikgu Mahmud, but... No. I will not disappoint myself. 

'When there's a will, there's a way,' they say.

And that way here is to cram. 

P.S. I was waiting for my tuition class to start just now and realised someone had stuck "OMGSTFU!!" on the back of the computer in big white letters. Is it a trend now to swear in abbreviated form? I don't know.

Confused.

Syaz, where are you?

I need someone from 3R to be online right now. Come on, anyone. I want to know what I got for BM and Maths 2. 

Hello??

Damn it. I can't stand it. I need to know. Come on, talk to me.

Thanks Steph, for coming online. I know my marks now. =)

Maths was better than expected. 

BM's bad, but hey, you've got to consider who's paper it is. Mine. I got a B3. (Yesss!!!)

Well, if you must know why I skipped school this morning, it was 'cause I actually passed that crappy paper to attend a crappy interview.

I was shaking from top the bottom. Damn scary. 

*sticks tongue out at interviewers* 

Don't want to talk about it though. I wish to erase the memory. 'Cause it sucked. Big time.

Anyway, I wish I went to school today. There's always this lingering feeling that I missed a lot while I was away.  

I'm like, not in the mood to talk a lot right now. Meh. I don't even know what to do... Maybe I should read Sabriel? Should I, or should I not? Hmm...

...I want to. 

But the question is, is it the right thing to do?

Viva la Vida; long live life.

NUS selection, man. Maths section sucked real bad, Science section was good. 

I didn't study for that IRK test just now. Don't kill me, Cikgu. I'll read next time, I promise.

Before 'cher Yati had the chance to give out our Maths paper, I asked for permission to leave. And she granted it, because she had no choice. I left. 

Met Siang Wen and Syazirah on the way downstairs. They're good company. 

Squeezed in a car belonging to one of the teachers. Thankfully there was enough oxygen to go 'round. 

Didn't get lost and got there in time. Well, sorta. Majority of the people were there already, so you could say we were a tad late. Wasn't our fault. The announcement said, "10.20 sharp" but the teachers came more than five minutes later. I thank them for taking the trouble and sending us to the previously unknown (by me) primary school at Rimba.

'Nywayy, in their hall, Syazirah, Siang Wen and I chose a chair and table (which was way too low of my liking. It made me feel tall though) each and sat down to watch the other people last-minute cram. 

None of us brought books so we just talked about... I can't really remember, but we whispered some things.

My stomach was growling throughout the paper. *rumble rumble*, it went, as I shaded one of those little ovals. 

There were packets of nasi waiting for us outside, but it was too late. Didn't feel hungry anymore. 

I wonder why my mum makes me eat breakfast at school. I'd never eaten breakfast on school days since... Form 1.

Don't break the chain. Don't rock the boat. But whatever.

I had a little in-my-head celebration in the car on the way back, 'cause I'd missed Geo. =)

I reached the Reading Room (un-aircon-ed, because of the stupid leak) just in time to watch Peter Pan. 

"It's soo British!"

God, the accents.

Neko just likes it because she thinks Peter is cute. 

I want to buy Coldplay's new album, 'Viva la Vida or Death and All His Friends'. Should be good?

Personal space please.

Meh. My MSN is down again. Can't get online.

Cikgu Mahmud dropped a bombshell this morning. He was going to give us tests starting tomorrow. Like, oh em gee em gee em gee em gee em gee em gee em gee em gee em gee em gee em gee em gee em gee *inhales* em gee em gee em gee em gee! He's turning into Cikgu Rozidah! 

Well, he already looks like the guy in the History textbook, so I guess why not. Just don't be majal, okay, cikgu?

I need a break, all right? Seriously, I'm not kidding. I can't keep working like this 24/7. 

Yeah, I know I sound lazy. But what the heck, I'll say it anyway. (Because it twoo. It da twuth, weally. *cough*)

My brother's hogging up all my personal space. Nowadays, it's like, "Get away from me! I need to breathe!"

He messes up all my stuff, loses things and then blames me for the mess he makes. Aw. Isn't that brilliant? 

Yeah, Syaz, I know how you feel with Syazwi. Little brothers. *rolls eyes*

Our Geo teacher's still on MC (medical certificate, my friends. It's to let people know that yes, you really are sick).  We were discussing plans to go to the Mall to watch a movie when the principal appeared at our door. Whoops. We sat down and looked at her innocently. She seemed satisfied with our answers (teacher's on MC) and left. 

Then Syaz, Steph, Qilah, Aimma and I started this really ridiculous game. We passed things in circles with a pair of pens/pencils acting as chopsticks. It wasn't easy. Kept dropping them. 

My Commerce marks sucked. =(

Ms Anne told us our English 1 sucked too. Aww. That's so nice of her.

Oh the suspense..!

Syaz, Syaz! I saw Steph's picture!

Hahaha. So funnyyy. 

Damn it. I spent the last few minutes wondering why it felt so hot and just realised I didn't switch on the air conditioning. 

You know, I've gone so long without blogging, and now I've forgotten how to blog. Like, what do I write? 

It's one thing to sit for the exam, and another thing to pass it. The part I hate most about exam time isn't the studying (surprise surprise), but that time when they return your papers, complete with your marks. I can't stand it. There's nothing you can do if you don't score as well as you wanted, and the waiting, I hate the waiting. 

When teachers give out the papers in order from lowest to highest, cross your fingers and say, "Don't say my name, don't say my name.."

When teachers give out the papers in order from highest to lowest, go, "Say my name, say my name..."

When teachers give out the papers in random, close your eyes, pray according to your religion and hope for the best. 

Another thing I hate is when teachers announce the marks out loud. It's embarrassing. Honestly.

I think our Science teacher was very disappointed with our results this time. She smiled less than usual, and was sort of distant. Meh, I don't know. None of us failed though. 

What's more disappointing was what Cikgu Ramlah told us this morning: None of us got an 'A'. 

How is that possible? Do we really suck that much? Surely we cannot be that terrible at B.M.?

I don't know. Maybe we are, but then again I'm just another confused student.

I dread my Geography marks, if we're getting 'em back tomorrow (I doubt that though, but who knows?). I wasn't sure of more than half the answers I wrote. I am so doomed.

I wonder if I made Ms Anne cry over my composition? I asked a few people who did the same question I did, but nobody had the boy die. Perhaps it's just me who likes to give tragic alternate endings to happy picture compositions. But come on, the boy was lying face down with a pool of blood surrounding his head and the police not caring in the last picture. How could that not mean he was dead?

My Sejarah section of IRK must've sucked a lot, because I hardly read anything and hantamed my dates. Argh.

I am afraid of 'Cher Sofy. That's all I can say about Commerce.

And as for History? I'll be lucky if I get an 'A'.

My Maths sucked and will remain that way.

Oh the suspense.

I hate it.

I love cake.

Doesn't the second picture look so much more beautiful than the first one?

It's always been about the lighting and always will be.

Anyway, the cake was from The Empire, looks good doesn't it? Yeah.

First bite was like heaven sinking into your mouth, so sweet and soft at the same time. 

The second bite was to satisfy the need for more.

By the fifth bite or so, the extreme sweetness starts kicking in, and when you swallow, it sort of...burns?

When you're more than halfway done, the whole thing becomes heavy in your mouth hard to swallow. (Probably served me right for being greedy and asking for a large piece.)

Cake summed up: I now dub it "diabetes on a plate".

Had a sliver just now after dinner. 

Verdict: Delicious in small quantities. Bad for health.

Freedom~~! (for now)

We're finally free *insert fifteen dozen exclamation marks* but there's this feeling I can't shake off. 

This freedom, it's so momentary. PMB is coming. Oral exams are in a few days. Oh joy. *note sarcasm*

Since we love word equations, here's one:

PMB qualifying + being sick -> not good

Yeah, maybe you guessed it. I missed the first day of qualifying thanks to this bug that's going round. Damn it. Damn it a LOT.

No mood to study, missing one whole day, two papers, sucked "majorly". 

I had to stay back for the second and third days to make up for lost time. It was a big disadvantage for me, 'cause it left me with less time to cram for other subjects I hadn't studied for. Am I not awesome? *cough no cough*

And let me verify one thing: yes, I do hate multiple choice questions. It doesn't allow me to write the rubbish I write for teachers to give me marks. It's either I'm correct, or wrong. Meh, don't like it.

On the third day of christm- oops sorry, went off-topic there, we did the Australian English Competition. It was kinda fun, you know, a break from what we've been reading all week (school syllabus).

BM 2 was surprisingly passable. Cool. I liked it.

My dad's birthday was on the 7th. I have a pic of the cake, but it's downstairs. I'll upload it tonight, maybe, if I'm not watching the Olympics. 

Excuse me, but I need to sim. 

Be back? 

YES!!

P.S. Tira, yes, thank you for being understanding. Hahah. I just realised how much you miss out on when you don't access the internet for more than a week.

Right now, the internet is fundamental. 

Mark my words.