My After-PMR Week

Okay. I do realise it’s high time for another update, seeing as my exam is over already and all. But you see, I got delayed. Yes, it’s as simple as that. I got delayed by the library books, the movies, and the new handphone. Oops, that kinda slipped out. So yeah, people, I have a new handphone. And I’m here blogging while waiting for my videos to load.

You see, I actually wanted to update like, right on the last day that PMR. Somehow, I had this idea that one day, I might look back and read the posts of this blog, and well, isn’t it kinda memorable that I posted something on the last day of my exam? And I’ll be like, oh gosh, I was so young and impressionable then. My exam was just over and I was celebrating, instead of… (whatever you do when you’re thirty and just finished an exam you took in the college that you do part time studying in while dealing with office politics). So you see, I’d been carrying around this guilt for some time of not updating my blog. (*puts on saintly expression and draws a halo above my head*)

So I’d better start updating you on my life after my exam. Which I warn you, it’s gonna be a long long post with a lot of events to describe.

So right after the exam, I didn’t attend school for five days straight. And before you start throwing eggs at me, (though goodness knows why you’d want to do that!) allow me to inform you that I did have valid reasons for my absence from school. Well, near-valid, that is.

So Wednesday and Thursday, I’m not going to explain why I didn’t go to school. On Tuesday of the next week, however I went to Penang in support of the school drama team (see? Ain’t I a wonderful student of SMKSBS SKK???) So I arrived there on Tuesday afternoon, and nobody in Lorong Selamat was open for business except the Vegetarian Restaurant I saw across the road, but come on, no rational person will be going vegetarian in PENANG. So well, we went to New Cathay Café, where the food was okaaaaay, Char Koay Teow was too sweet and oily and the Curry Mee (the food that that place is particularly famous for) stall was not open.

Which wasn’t that much of a let-down, actually, as I wasn’t that keen on eating COAGULATED PIG’S BLOOD. I’m being perfectly serious. COAGULATED PIG'S BLOOD!!

So next, we went to visit my brother in Kepala Batas and gave him some bottles of water, and we went to see the Dewan Milenium. Next we had to drive through some really depressing kampung roads depicting true kampung people planting paddy in the fields to our hotel. And we hung around in the hotel for a bit until 7, when we went back to the island to eat at New Lane. We managed to park our car directly opposite the New Lane, and we were so happy, because well, it’s directly opposite. And at New Lane, the stall-owners halaued us from so many tables, because we didn’t want to order their food. So we got kicked around a lot. But it was okay, because the food was great. I recommend the ABC. Really nice, I’m telling you. And when we returned to the car, we saw that it was all covered with bird droppings.

So we had to drive for like, 45 minutes back to the hotel parking, and clean the car with tissue and a bottle of water.

And the next morning, I couldn’t go to watch the Drama Competition as my mom had food poisoning (no doubt because of the O’Chien in New Lane!) so we stayed at the hotel (see? Ain’t I a good good daughter???). But before that, we had this simply magnificent buffet breakfast at the hotel. I’m telling you, I still dream about those croissants and wedges until today. And since the Public Speaking competition was held at my hotel, I went and popped in and watch three contestants before making my escape. You can guess on the quality of the performances yourself.

And on the last day, Thursday, we came back. And I ate another buffet breakfast at the hotel, and I swept up the last croissant they had. Don’t look at me like that! I ate only one! (But I stuffed it with loads of sinful butter and marmalade) And that’s why, people, I didn’t come for class party. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to, believe me, I couldn’t wait to show off our class T-shirt, and to pig out on highly abberant food, but you see, I had to just content myself by substituting KFC and Pizza Hut for a single piece of croissant, which is, at least, a kind of civillised food.

Okay, I’m totally crapping. So that concludes my vacation! Eh, I mean support-the-school-in-nationals-competition.

And on Friday was the Prefects’ Hi-Tea. It was kinda enjoyable, although the packing off prefects in vans at the beginning was kinda messy, with a lot of the Form Five prefects coming late and other prefects not informing earlier that they had no transport, so we had to make do with only three vans for many prefects. And we were honestly, sincerely very sorry that we had to leave behind two senior prefects because their lateness made teacher very angry. And it was so bloody jammed near Menara Hap Seng (that’s the venue of the party). And I think we just made it in time, because I’d just barely sat my sorry-looking ass down when the emcee made way for our Ex-Head to give a speech.

And look, people, I’m not posting any photographs up here, cause I look such a fright. Besides, I didn’t bring my camera, and I’m still waiting for the photographs from Jee Yee. So I’m so sorry, Vicki and Christie, but I didn’t manage to capture any shots of Pearly and Xiao Ran with all their finery.

You know, here’s the thing. I never cared about how I look when I stepped out of the house. I didn’t care how I looked at the party because I’d just went around running and perspiring around the school in heels. So somehow, I did know that I’d look appalling. And so my pictures proved it. No freak who has ever walked the face of the earth had looked more awful than I did.

And everybody was just so wonderfully dressed. And a lot of them put on make-up and went to salons to do their hair and everything and that just made me feel so awful. Cause I just went home after school and had a quick shower and threw on my dress and didn’t bother to blow-dry my hair with my hairdryer and munched on some biscuits to relieve my hunger. I feel like a tomboy who couldn’t care less about her appearance. Honestly, I did. I felt so horrible that I just curled up in the chair and read a book that I brought along under really horrible lighting.

So okay, this ends my post for this time, I’ve spent a really long time now, describing my week. Besides, I’ve run outta steam and outta things to say. And I’m really impressed with myself. I didn’t spend the agonisingly long time that I usually do typing out a post. And so I’ve got to go now because my video is waiting for me.

Bye!

I've No Idea

Okay, Vicki, just to appease you, I'm updating.

Besides, I need to reassure all my other loyal minions that I'm still alive and kicking.

So I think that's it for a substantial update. I mean, three paragraphs is already considered an essay. And look at it this way. I wrote two. I'm writing the third. And I'm going to embark on the fourth.

Okay, this is a pretty long update compared with my last, and I need to go for dinner now, even though I am stuffed.

And that's totally my fault because I ate so much five minutes ago. I tell you, the Ramadhan bazaars are making me fat.

Okay, even my essays only have five paragraphs. In this post, I'm going to have seven. And I really really need to go now.

Bye.

An Update!! (Finally)

This blog is dying.

Oh wait, I've just revived it. Or rather, I would be reviving it when I click on this "Publish Post" button. Which basically means that I have already revived it by the time you read this.

Shitty day.

I'll pray for your expulsion

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I'm never one to hope that others fail their exams, but you make me surpass myself. Hope you fail your PMR, fellow form 3.

(Remind me to give a hint to Fahimah, as her mom's now in relative charge)

Exam Irritation

I'm feeling distinctively ill-tempered at the moment, due to the fact that my brain is pounding and pounding against my skull. Of course, it's all my fault, seeing as how I cannot stop myself reading e-books. Sigh....

I dunno why I am blogging here. Just discovered that I've about a pile of recorded movies for me to watch. But I'm not allowed to watch them until after this exam.

And oh yeah, talking of exams. I hate exams!!! Gonna fail BM, and Sejarah, and my Maths, Geography and Science are going to be disasters. I did so terribly for English too! And the worst part is, I can't bring myself to study right now. Sighhh...

P.S. If I fail, you're not permitted to tell me that I should have studied harder. There is no use rubbing salt to the wound. Which reminds me that I have answered that question wrongly..... Sigh....

Dreaming Eggs

Is it me, that I have gone completely barking, or is that the world’s turning upside down?



On another note, my leg hurts. The teacher’s table at 3 Keruing went and stabbed my thigh because I did not finish my homework in time although I copied from Pearly. It like, practically barraged at me and tried to poke me all over my body and I dodged and ducked and finally it bashed me in my leg.

Okay, you didn’t believe that, did you? Cause if you did, well….. you didn’t, anyway. Because I’m not the type who does not finish my homework. And I do not copy homework answers either.

*halo*
(Pearly and Christie, pretend you didn’t read what I’ve just said.). Actually, it was the end of school and I was still holding the teacher’s Pas Keluar so naturally, I rushed forward to give it to her. And my leg had a smacking snog with the corner or the teacher’s table. And I can practically swear that the mark the corner of the table left on my leg was a bruise as big as a grade A chicken’s egg.

Now, enough about chicken eggs and my thigh. I wanted to talk about the Merentas Desa, but suddenly, I find that there’s nothing much to talk about. At least, there’s nothing much that I can share with the big wide world without putting all of my deepest and darkest secrets on air. Oh, well.

Oh, and I hate my pimples. Oh, and that brings another thought to mind. When I grow up, I want to invent a product that can exterminate all pimples. And I want to market it (at a very high price, so that I can earn loads and loads of money). And then with the money, I’ll expand my business and I can invent more products to remove blemishes or scars and brighten and silken the hair, or something like that. And with my fortune, I’ll go and hunt out a handsome prince from a far-faraway land. And we can go get married. And we’ll have only one child and no more than that, cause I don’t want my body to go all out of proportion. (It wouldn’t be that bad I invent a sort of test tube which can hold your child just as well as your womb can, so that your body wouldn’t be ruined, right? Some kind of test tube baby) And finally, we’ll live happily ever after.

The last four words triggered another thought, and this time, it’s far less pleasant, because it’s something to do with something enchanted and some high-pitched fairy-tale princess with voluminous skirts that causes her to keep falling over doorways. I do not very much like her. She’s so irritating!!!