tell it to my face

boooyaah!
i actually have nothing to blog about-i just feel i Have to. it's the second last free weekday i'll be having in... a while. so yes. the big ugly year of form four is lurking round the corner. its threatening me with mr/mrs lee and the nasty addmath sums. it speaks of chemistry with mr wong and physics and very mean bm papers and cik zakiahs strictness (well, at the same time i hope we get her! she seems like a very good teacher!) and gosh. maybe at times like this i should shut up. did i mention commonwealth essays? and lack of strength to lug backpacks? and probably work overload and mental breakdowns?
anyway. yesterday i accomplished something great. i finally finished buying my school books! and today i finished wrapping my textbooks! just havent written my class. shall beg my sister to write it for me. ooh chinatown! yummy. every time i go there with my mom we eat two meals instead of one! (well, we have a perfectly good excuse, yes we do. the food is just too irresistable.)
just finished re-reading the last installment of narnia. its ending is kind of disturbing.... i mean, what happened to susan?
guess i'll be going off now! shall find something totally irrelevant and not beneficial to do. something thats a waste of time. after all, it IS still hols.

they

just realised! i havent been spilling my guts to cyberspace for a while. go... me!
lala. anyway. been semi-busy, xmas and all. have also been addicted to hexic, thanks to pkaye!! hahaha =p i cant believe she got the desperate housewives season 2! !!!! oh oh oh i finally rewrote my commonwealth essay!!! am demihemisemi-happy with it now! except its on my dads dinosaur(part of the charm! haha!) laptop and for some twisted reason this computer wont let me read flopppy disks and the laptop cant do thumbdrives or cds! *grumble* am so irritated! i dont particularly want to retype 1570 words! but at the same time i want to save my work so that i am actually able to retrieve it!
its kind of sad to lose trust isn't it? once it's gone, its just so hard to believe again =s....
remind me to smack ly for leaving! god, next year is going to be WEird. i wonder if darren will still be sitting and talking to us. whether kai sheng will still talk to us. whether he'll still feel inclined towards... voodoo.=p. whether we'll lose touch with ly and sling. (we mustnt let that happen btw.) which new faces will be in class? what will form four be like? ming said it's the best school year. i still feel a sense of foreboding. truth is, this year was incredibly fun! sure, like life, it had its bitter moments, but wasnt it altogether sweet? i remember puan nora laughing at us and scaring us totally about our kerja kursus and pmr around the beginning of the year.... it wasn't really all THat bad was it? since we got to use computers and all... and our teachers were really quite lenient with us, they gave us so much time to complete our work... and there was all the funny lessons with ms tok! breast cancer! tau fu fa! wedding tortures! gincu and gay kisses! jade sitting at the back of lessons with her magazines during the start of school!=p very precious moments, no? pangkor! i got to know darren better then.... hahah i miss pangkor. i'll go back there someday, and i'm going to just bum this time! i;m going to enjoy myself and eat a preserved and terribly sugared and salted sotong bit!
i wonder what i'm going to be like in ten years time. i'll be 24. i hope i'll have a promising future. i'm dreadfully frightened of ending up as one of those confused failures who just can't seem to get anywhere...
oh, i watched erin brockovich! finally. i felt sort of sad somehow... i mean, although she did finally get a job, defeat the 'baddies', and help those people, she didnt really spend time with her children, did she? well. i wouldn't know. =)
do mi so do do so mi do!!!

just under the carpet

so... about 4 more days. whoopee. 4 days and then the nasty truth will be out. whether i can go to sc stream anot... omg. i am so worried. bm = ngo sei lor...... what if i fail to get an A for say, english?! (i would be the ONLY person in the form to i think.) or math?! (just as BAD.) or science?! (also nasty - i actually Like science to some teenie almost nonexistent extent) or sej?! (i mean, it was easier than expected so i bet NOONE else wil get a B, and if I do...) or kh (ditto) or geo! (ohmygod. help.) okay, if i go on i might just drive myself mad.
oh, 4 more days and i'll settle my school fees. (whoops?=p)
havent been able to think of Anything that is blog-worthy. or rather, any detail of my live i'd dare send into cyberspace where anyone could see.. it's comparable to giving your enemy weapons. well that's what i think, and i might be a psychotic freak for all i know. (well, fine, i KNOW i Am one.)
bsc is seriously swarming with cempakans at the moment! sad sad sad. its normally the place i go to with my family (ie : scruffy dressing, messy jeans, any kind of fashion flops - you name it.) so i guess i Should bother more about my appearance when i leave the house now. awh. =(
it's really irritating when songs get stuck in your head! at the moment my poor mind is constantly beign "serenaded" by weng's sound thingy-the one that goes "i'm just a sexy boy.... i'm not your boy toy!" lol! i was singing it yesterday and my sister heard me...the expression on her face was priceless!
i dont like the prospect of waiting... i want straight As, i really do... aurgh. and the 22nd is tong yuen festival right? ooh i just love tong yuen! and rolling them. very fun!
nothing else to blog about, really.
hou sien ahh.

home and away

dont you just love soaps?=)
anyway, we went to brussels on saturday, arriving at gare du midi around 7ish. brussels is such a pretty place! the cobblestone roads! but the people. there were so many beggars. as in they weren't even paying music or trying to do ANYTHING to get some money. except, well, sitting in the middle of the road with their hands clasped as though praying. and i dont mean this racially or anything, but most of them (well, all the beggars i saw actually) were eastern european and were either young girls or women with little sons running about touching people's bags. and my dad got pickpocketed. so troublesome. sighs =( they rn up the credit card bill. i mean, he realised like 90 minutes afer it happened, and the card had been charged 4 times within that, each transaction averaging 1000 euros. bllooooody hell. that's lk, 4000-5000 euros. which is about 100 pair of levi jeans (which i NEVER buy cos i think they cost too much - about 200, slightly less) AND altering most pairs. urgh. i hope the pickpocket stumbles while crossing the tram track. hah. i hope they catch him. but most of all, i hope our insurance covers this.
speaking of which, i havent finished grumbling about these belgians. as we didnt want to miss our train back to london, we didn't lodge a police report for that incident (the theft). the eurotrain lady said we could make it in london you see-we need it for insurance. and when we reached waterloo the police said it happened in brussels and so it was out of their jurisdiction. but the really nice officers gave us the address for the belgian embassy. and guess what? they didnt want to know about this either. because we werent BELGIAN. *grumble*. so we went to the malaysian embassy. still cant lodge, but oh well.
and i felt like the belgians were really racist. many were really nice to my cousin (shes half ang mo) but really rotten through and through to us. and at the eurostar terminal these freaking irritating mat salleh women pushed their way in front of me. lets put it this way-one old lady pushes way in between ming and i. i make sure i'm right after her, oh well, she IS old after all. second old lady moves next to me as if to say 'this is MY line, get the heck outta here.'. me refuses to budge as the line behind her is incredibly long. old lady 'accidentally' rolls trolley-bag over my legs. old lady also forgets to say sorry. pushes in front of me. i am left speechless. first old lady (even less tech savvy than ME, it seems) totally screws up the machine and has to call for assistance. officer tells them to get into another queue, manual check-ins. 'yay' i thought. officers stop entrance for the while, as it is too crowded and theycan only allow bit by bit. (shit.) it was so antagonizing i wanted to shriek at those old ladies. (i guess the word 'hags' would be a bit mean of me? =p
brussels has really cool public transport tho. trams. and leonidas chocs are really cheap there. and they have SO many choc shops - Amazing. and they Do have quite nice shops. the buildings there are really cool too. they have like ruins under the city i think? they had to cover up the river bcos of a cholera outbreak.
and i really miss home. i miss squishing gaffy. i miss muffy's intelligent face and nelson's noisiness and oh, i just miss home. east, west, home's best.

home and away

dont you just love soaps?=)
anyway, we went to brussels on saturday, arriving at gare du midi around 7ish. brussels is such a pretty place! the cobblestone roads! but the people. there were so many beggars. as in they weren't even paying music or trying to do ANYTHING to get some money. except, well, sitting in the middle of the road with their hands clasped as though praying. and i dont mean this racially or anything, but most of them (well, all the beggars i saw actually) were eastern european and were either young girls or women with little sons running about touching people's bags. and my dad got pickpocketed. so troublesome. sighs =( they rn up the credit card bill. i mean, he realised like 90 minutes afer it happened, and the card had been charged 4 times within that, each transaction averaging 1000 euros. bllooooody hell. that's lk, 4000-5000 euros. which is about 100 pair of levi jeans (which i NEVER buy cos i think they cost too much - about 200, slightly less) AND altering most pairs. urgh. i hope the pickpocket stumbles while crossing the tram track. hah. i hope they catch him. but most of all, i hope our insurance covers this.
speaking of which, i havent finished grumbling about these belgians. as we didnt want to miss our train back to london, we didn't lodge a police report for that incident (the theft). the eurotrain lady said we could make it in london you see-we need it for insurance. and when we reached waterloo the police said it happened in brussels and so it was out of their jurisdiction. but the really nice officers gave us the address for the belgian embassy. and guess what? they didnt want to know about this either. because we werent BELGIAN. *grumble*. so we went to the malaysian embassy. still cant lodge, but oh well.
and i felt like the belgians were really racist. many were really nice to my cousin (shes half ang mo) but really rotten through and through to us. and at the eurostar terminal these freaking irritating mat salleh women pushed their way in front of me. lets put it this way-one old lady pushes way in between ming and i. i make sure i'm right after her, oh well, she IS old after all. second old lady moves next to me as if to say 'this is MY line, get the heck outta here.'. me refuses to budge as the line behind her is incredibly long. old lady 'accidentally' rolls trolley-bag over my legs. old lady also forgets to say sorry. pushes in front of me. i am left speechless. first old lady (even less tech savvy than ME, it seems) totally screws up the machine and has to call for assistance. officer tells them to get into another queue, manual check-ins. 'yay' i thought. officers stop entrance for the while, as it is too crowded and theycan only allow bit by bit. (shit.) it was so antagonizing i wanted to shriek at those old ladies. (i guess the word 'hags' would be a bit mean of me? =p
brussels has really cool public transport tho. trams. and leonidas chocs are really cheap there. and they have SO many choc shops - Amazing. and they Do have quite nice shops. the buildings there are really cool too. they have like ruins under the city i think? they had to cover up the river bcos of a cholera outbreak.
and i really miss home. i miss squishing gaffy. i miss muffy's intelligent face and nelson's noisiness and oh, i just miss home. east, west, home's best.

home and away

dont you just love soaps?=)
anyway, we went to brussels on saturday, arriving at gare du midi around 7ish. brussels is such a pretty place! the cobblestone roads! but the people. there were so many beggars. as in they weren't even paying music or trying to do ANYTHING to get some money. except, well, sitting in the middle of the road with their hands clasped as though praying. and i dont mean this racially or anything, but most of them (well, all the beggars i saw actually) were eastern european and were either young girls or women with little sons running about touching people's bags. and my dad got pickpocketed. so troublesome. sighs =( they rn up the credit card bill. i mean, he realised like 90 minutes afer it happened, and the card had been charged 4 times within that, each transaction averaging 1000 euros. bllooooody hell. that's lk, 4000-5000 euros. which is about 100 pair of levi jeans (which i NEVER buy cos i think they cost too much - about 200, slightly less) AND altering most pairs. urgh. i hope the pickpocket stumbles while crossing the tram track. hah. i hope they catch him. but most of all, i hope our insurance covers this.
speaking of which, i havent finished grumbling about these belgians. as we didnt want to miss our train back to london, we didn't lodge a police report for that incident (the theft). the eurotrain lady said we could make it in london you see-we need it for insurance. and when we reached waterloo the police said it happened in brussels and so it was out of their jurisdiction. but the really nice officers gave us the address for the belgian embassy. and guess what? they didnt want to know about this either. because we werent BELGIAN. *grumble*. so we went to the malaysian embassy. still cant lodge, but oh well.
and i felt like the belgians were really racist. many were really nice to my cousin (shes half ang mo) but really rotten through and through to us. and at the eurostar terminal these freaking irritating mat salleh women pushed their way in front of me. lets put it this way-one old lady pushes way in between ming and i. i make sure i'm right after her, oh well, she IS old after all. second old lady moves next to me as if to say 'this is MY line, get the heck outta here.'. me refuses to budge as the line behind her is incredibly long. old lady 'accidentally' rolls trolley-bag over my legs. old lady also forgets to say sorry. pushes in front of me. i am left speechless. first old lady (even less tech savvy than ME, it seems) totally screws up the machine and has to call for assistance. officer tells them to get into another queue, manual check-ins. 'yay' i thought. officers stop entrance for the while, as it is too crowded and theycan only allow bit by bit. (shit.) it was so antagonizing i wanted to shriek at those old ladies. (i guess the word 'hags' would be a bit mean of me? =p
brussels has really cool public transport tho. trams. and leonidas chocs are really cheap there. and they have SO many choc shops - Amazing. and they Do have quite nice shops. the buildings there are really cool too. they have like ruins under the city i think? they had to cover up the river bcos of a cholera outbreak.
and i really miss home. i miss squishing gaffy. i miss muffy's intelligent face and nelson's noisiness and oh, i just miss home. east, west, home's best.

lub dup (systole, diastole)

omggggg aurrrgh scary scary scary scary. nvm. i will not dwell on stuff which is too late to alter.
yes i know i should be packing or exploring. i should not be on the net at the mo. but if i get off i know whats awaiting - vaccuuming my aunts hse (which has carpeted floors-hrder to clean. eyuk!)
i know i should use my brain. i barely remember any of the BM i learnt this year. it hasnt snowed yet over here! so terrible.
i never really thought i'd see the day when my sister'd go to uni and all =s and now shes already (almost!) one term into her second year. very shocking. shes getting so old! which means i'm actually getting older too! (yes i know i'm young, and i look about 9 but still! i might look like a ten-year old next yr for all i know!=p) and then i was thinking. next year i'll be in form 4. which means in 2 years time, SPM and i;d hv finished with secondary. then two years-Alvls. then uni, in four years. in four years i'll be 18! no, no, no. i refuse. i'll just stay 14 and a half (slightly less) forever. oh wait. just add a few inches to my height and i'll stay 14 and a half. yes i will. that way i wont have to think about my uni, my a levels and getting older and getting a job and worrying about becoming an old grumpy 60-year old singleton. or worse, a grumpy, old, unemployed, depending-on-others 40-year old singleton. much rather be a happily married, gorgy 25-year old with a high-paying job. but then who doesn't want that? career, love, looks, family, friends.
yesterday i learnt a very ineresting thing. by biting an unripe persimmon. my jaw felt very gummy and my teeth were kinda glued together (i mean, upper teeth, lower teeth), and talking properly was a real difficulty. i'm not making any sense so i guess i'll just stop right here. teehee!
10ish more days and i'll be homeEeeee!!!!!! homeeeewardddd bouuuund! whee! but i really love where i am now too =s. it fits. ah bah. who cares!
hey ninininininininini harrriiimau oh wowowowowowowowowwo red tigers... no matter what you dodo, the tigers will come to you! the tiger dynasty is here to stay.......... *high pitch* the tiiiiiiger dynasty is here to stay! (i love that song!i must find the original. remind me.)
OH! the other day we went to golders green and hampstead. golder's green (or was it hill?) park is really nice! and hampstead was so unbelievably picturesque. loved them both.... so nice!!!!
anyway i guess i better go =s packing for erm erm erm yeah. packing. fine i admit.i'm going to squish dillon and watch tv. off i go!