My World

Hiii!!

You guys, I’m not really in the mood for blogging, so if you’re expecting a really long post from me, then you’re in for a disappointment. But of course, nobody likes long boring posts right? So that means I’m doing y’all a favour!! Right? Right? Aren’t I nice??

Anyway, I’m actually here to publisize something. Yes, you heard (or rather, read) it right!! Publicize!! I’m not such an unfeeling and insensitive bastard after all! I’m helping somebody!! To get onto the right path of success!! That is, having a blog!! Yes, yes!!

Whatever. Stop the crap already, Amelia. And the exclamation marks.

So, yeah. Sean’s new blog.

http://backtoloneliness.blogspot.com/

Bye!!

Will Amelia please stop chatting and movie-ing when she has truckloads of homework and an exam to study for?

Thank you, Amelia for your cooperation in agreeing with that request. However, your cooperation in carrying out your promise remains to be seen and I hardly dare to thank you for that, in case you suddenly turn rebel.

Okay will I please stop talking to myself in a second or third point of view? Thank you.

And I should stop thanking myself too. *sighhh…* What should I do with a mad person like myself?

Okay lookee here, I spotted a couple of mistakes in my previous posts. Typing errors such as “somehting” I am going to ignore, but the events that I have forgotton, I cannot, quite unfortunately, give the same treatment.

Firstly, I have forgotton to mention my PMR results. I have to mention them because if in 60 years time, I want to reminise about my past by reading my posts when I was young, then I’d totally miss out and wonder about my results. Now that this thing has already achieved a mention and a reference, then I’m done with this affair.

Oh, not yet. I haven’t mentioned the scrumptious cheese cake from Secret Recipe (see see I’m advertising for this company!! They should pay me, y’know) and sparkling fruit juice from i-dunno-what-brand.

Okay, corrections done. I’m outta here.

(Okay Steph, I know this update is like, 15 hours late, since your dateline of another update was yesterday, but still, an update is still and update, right? Be satisfied, don’t be greedy. I updated. You should be grateful for that, given my past records.)

(Oh and Chris and Ming, I will retract my statement about Christie being an infrequent blogger. I only meant to provoke her into updating, and if you look at her blog, the provocation worked!! Btw, why is Ming so concerned about protecting Christie’s rep??? Is there something going on here that I should know about?????!!!!)

Seriously, I don’t know what’s become of my usual blogging style. So elegant, right, usually? (*preens*) But now, it’s like omg nobody can describe punya hideous.

And I don’t even know why I’m blogging so much. It’s not like anybody’s gonna read also. I mean, if there’s bloggers like Sara and Stephanie and infrequent ones like Christie and Vicki, who’s gonna read mine? Even I don’t read my posts, except when I’m awfuly, extremely, superlatively bored. Okay dunno what happened to my vocab, my grammar, but now’s not the time to be self-conscious, or rather, writing conscious because….

Okay I don’t know why. Maybe it’s just cause I’m really lazy to be so. Self-conscious I mean. Oh, nono I meant writing-conscious. If there’s ever such a thing. Maybe there isn’t. So it’s just self-conscious, I guess. Yeah, should be. I’m too lazy to click a few buttons to get to an online dictionary, let alone get up and find one and manually search for the word. So yeahh. It should be… what? Oh yeah, writing conscious. Omg I ramble so much that I actually forget the source of my rambling. Am I great, or what?

Okay let’s get down to the meat. The juicy part. The part where I continue my boring life story from where I left off. And I can go ditch my rambling intro.

(Omg. I suddenly feel like I wanna go away. *sigh*. Takpa la. I stay here je. Self-sacrifice, tau? Kan I nice?)

So hmm, first day of school.

Kindof cool, really. I mean, I went to school, said this really loud, enthusiasitic and exuberant greeting to all my friends. And…

Oh wait!! I haven’t talked about sleepover yet!! And my dinners!! Okay now gostan gostan.

So my aunt’s family from Australia came back for Christmas. And we had a formal Christmas dinner (Friday), which was also her wedding anniversary. And two days after that (Sunday morning), we had a dimsum breakfast, and another three days after that (Wednesday), we had another dinner. And three days after that (Friday), there was that sleepover (New Year’s Day), the one which I’ll elaborate more on later, much to your dejection. And on the next day, (Saturday), there was another formal dinner.

Can you actually count how many dinners I have? Cause I can’t. It’s too numerous. And it’s really tiring too. Cause formal dinner necessitates dressing up and eating nice food, and sitting posture and small talk and all the other hocus pocus. (Oh, and reading novels under the table so that my relatives won’t get offended. They’d probably think that I have some neck problem or somehting, the way my head was bent throughout dinner)

Okay I can practically see your scandalized expression. Hahahaha. What? Not scandalized??! Actually thought that it’ll happen and that I actually didn’t do it??!

Oops, cat out of the bag. I actually didn’t do that. Basically, I was too busy gorging myself with stupendous food and too full of respect for my relatives to do that? See, I’m not such a lost cause, after all. (I know you’re going to say that I’m perasan, but what to do? A girl’s gotta justify herself. It’s a harsh world out there)

Why am I so panjang lebar?? Sheesh. So Pearly’s sleepover was great. You know, it was my first sleepover. And that means that it’s a Life Milestone for me. We barbecued stuff. I actually barbecued stuff. I barbecued marshmallows, but my chicken wing was a lost cause. Seriously. I’m never going to look at a barbecued chicken wing the same way anymore. I’m just going to look at it in distaste. Hahaha. Kaylah, actually, I’m going to look at a chicken-wing-barbecuer with lots of respect.

Oh and we made prawns. And our prawns were like super duper *insert any number profanities of your choice here* wonderfully delicious. And the clams (the ones that look like brinjals) were fantastic. Oh, and the sotong. And the lamb. And the salad. And the prawns!! We cooked and ate this huge bucketful of them. It’s clear. We got strong talent in simply throwing stuff in food, and simply cooking it. It’s proven. By our fantastic food.

And before that, we ate mee. And home made nasi lemak. And the nasi lemak was omg damned delicious can perish. (I mean people usually say, damned something can die, so why not can perish, right?) I mean, the fragrance can knock someone standing five miles away, it was that nice. And in the morning, we ate spaghetti.

You know, the people at Pearly’s house has this huge bagus metabolism. If I, for example, were to live there, I’d grow fat like a mountain. I’d be as fat as Mount Everest is tall. Yep. Then I’d be supremely unsteady and unbalanced. I’d just fall like Humpty Dumpty. Thank you soo much, Pearly, for the wonderful time and the wonderful food. And thank your parents for me, too. It’s was seriously awesome.

Okay this is like crazy long. Guess I’ve got to go now. Bye.

Okay, I know I promised you another posting, right?! So here it is! I can very well sign out now, you know? Like say okay need to do Chemistry hw, bye bye. But I’m so nice, and I don’t do that. Yes, I know flatter me, flatter me. Hahaha. Okay. That’s stupid. Yes, I know that’s stupid and lame, don’t need to tell me.

Anyway, my holidays can be summarized as follows.

Read. Eat. Sleep. Read. Eat. Sleep

Okay, you get the general idea. But the fine delicacies, oh no you don’t. You see, during the hols, I woke up every morning at 2 due to my odd sleeping hour, which is either at 4 or 5 or 6 or anytime in between. And yeah, that’s basically the fine delicacy. Cause really, there’s no real fine delicacy since my hols have all been wasted away. And much unlike other holidays, these seem reaaaaally short, and I haven’t had enough time to enjoy myself before starting the new term.

Oh, and I, unlike some rajin people, don’t go to school during the hols. I don’t have any St John meetings or anything of the like. And I, being the supremely lazy pig that I am, I don’t attend any tuition classes, and therefore, was and am completely lost in school (no, not physically, cause that’ll be stupid since it’s only just the same building, but intelectually because I do not have single *insert a profanity of your choice here* idea what’s going on in class and what’s keeping the teachers droning on and on (no offence meant, teachers, but I’m seriously lost). It’s like grasping at straws. Or hay. Or whatever it is)

Okay I should go away now, because my holidays update is over. But I’m so nice and I’ll stay. For you. Just for you. See how close you are to my heart?! See how much I cherish and adore you??! See how much I’m willing to sacrifice for you??!!! A whole ten minutes of my life is a great big deal, you know. And I’m spending it just for you.

Okay, Amelia, enough. Seriously, I don’t know what’s become of me these days. I must go bang my head against the wall or something equally hard. Amelia’s not usually like this. Amelia is crazy.

Okay, I think I wanna go now, even though I said that I was going to stay. I wanna get some chips. *sighh* If I don’t watch my eating habits, I’d go round as a pig. Not that I’m not already, of course, but I’ll be rounder. And then I’ll be oval, but the long parts are horizontal, instead of vertical. And that’ll be such a tragedy, don’t you think?

Oh I know you’re gonna tell me that as remedy, I should just stay here and ramble on so that I wouldn’t take the chips. But my fingers are already *insert profanity of your choice here* tired of typing because I’ve been typing so much on msn and writing so much daily. So yeahhhh…

And I can’t wait to talk about the gotong-royong, but unfortunately, I’ve still got a long way more to go. Which supports my reason to arise and go away now from this post now and go to Innisfree.

Okay enough. Bye.

Okay I know it’s been an age since I last visited this dusty place. But no, it hasn’t been actually an age. Just a few months. And I was busy. I was!!! Kindof. I mean, if you count reading as business. Omg I just realised busy-ness can be like business. Like omg. This is weird. So let’s just put that as busy-ness, or you poor people will be confused. See how magnanimous I am??!

Anyway, where was i? oh yeahh, I was going to update about my life so far. And you see, it’ll be a very long post because I haven’t told you, my dear blog, about a great many things. And I feel so guilty about that. So, since it’s gonna be long, it’s gonna be short!

I don’t really know if you grasp that concept. Because basically, this post is gonna be long. And I wouldn’t like it to be long, cause I wanna do my homework which is piling like nobody’s-business-high. (I wanted to curse, but then I didn’t know which profanity to use, since I’m such a nice girl, and I don’t swear, but all the other appropriate words are all kindof extreme, and besides, this blog should be clean and not project my teenage-borderline -obesessive-compulsive-swearing-disorder. Okay Amelia should stop crapping now.

So lets break up this comeback and updating-you-about-my-life-so-far in like really tiny posts. Starting now. (Starting now as in this is the first post, so the next one which contains the real meat will be posted later, so my readers will have to be patient)

Okay wanna go now. Go write my second post. (See I so malas dowan do hw) Bye-bye.

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!

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.