I… didn’t complete my additional mathematics papers!   Its plural! I didn’t finish both papers! And…there’s more! I…tied my paper. hee hee But… wait for it..wait for it… forgot to tie the last of the extra answer paper with the rest. * smacks forehead!

  “life is such a box of chocolates!”  please use the MOST sarcastic tone u can possibly manage with that sentence. I reli said it out loud and gosh, it backfired when some students said “ a box of what?” I gave them a sweet look and hahahah! I just mentally rolled my eyes…

   I felt like banging my head on the table when I noticed I had two more questions to complete when a screech sounded : “Masa sudahpun tamat. Sila pastikan angka giliran dan nombor ic telah diisi. Letakkan kertas jawapan di sebelah kiri meja!” I was already doing the world famous ‘The Scream’ ala muted version.

  At least my dawg, Tiramisu was doin the screaming pretty good though. He sits just inside the house to look at the gate. He practically ‘screams’ in joy, jumps through the grills (yes…he’s still quite small~hehe!) then runs with his flowy fluff of pride and glory to greet me by POUNCING  on my shoes and begging for hugs.  Lemme demonstrate his howl… goes something like this : hmmwoau~!

  Am kinda planning my holidays right now…or wads left of my holidays. After a SPM, I’ll be left to hang out with friends and family , shopping and a room makeover for a week! So I must…

PRIORITIZE!!! 1.daddy and family!    2.skewl mates!     3.gud o’ buddies!   4.retail therapy!    5.room decluttering!    6.buy lil sister’s present 

will be goin back to KL later than expected cuz I felt tht my lil sister’s  twelfth birthday is pretty  significant so I’ll be staying back to celebrate it on the 13^th of Dec. then another two weeks to spend the rest of my holidays in KL. I’m pretty thankful I’ll be spending it in KL with my grandparents, family members and good friends. The smell of ChRistMas celebration is more pungent there, I guess. Hahah! 

Then it’s the start of my third worst nightmare > 

Khidmat Negara!

 YES, I KNOW I’M INTO OUTDOOR ACTIVITIES! But ! omg! Have u guys nvr notice I go with a selected bunch!? Or I’d rather go alone!?  I’m not into HUGE crowds…it jus might slowly morph (in my head la!) into sumthing that resembles a herd of buffalos. I know the look on ur faces… the hav-u-gone-mad look.  First I get irritated with the buffalos , then I get pissed(not showing yet), my humor and patience plunges (only some ppl will notice) and then …with all the rage of a volcano, I’ll blow up at someone or something. I dislike hypocrites, ppl who try to act like Japanese cartoons, swear too much, poor hygiene, too shy, spoilt brats, whiners, self pities, insists only on their way, very bad BO, and omg.. i can go on till dawn breaks.   I have always survived camps. Two ,three, four days or a week of camp is ‘sap sap sui’~ but two and a half months!? With… them!? Omg… I feel like telling everyone I have some infectious allergies or… I snore? Or I’m racist! No.. I’m not one when in real life but I will do ..and say whatever it takes to get meself outta that prison! Ahhh!  

I know how to swim, cycle, self-defend, study, co-operate, kayak, dive, jet-ski, lead a pack of two legged creatures, sing, march, secretarial works, do charity work and I cook up a storm!  Pleaseeeee , o pleaseee! Dun make me! DUN MAKE ME share a room with twenty other humans! My room is my sanctuary! I dun mind sharing with two or three but nineteen of them!? Think about the catfights! And the stealing! And the….the…d… OXYGEN ! I NEED fresh air! Lots of it! Keep ur distance!  

“This is my personal space; oxygen; moisture; sunlight;  omg.. just keep away!”

Ahahah! I and Amelia had the chance to bond which was pretty amazing. I’m glad I had the chance to getta noe her a lot more than I had in primary skewl. Sarah has grown to be a real lady, all pretty and sweet.. but no! she’s not available! Jeremy obviously shot up real tall, cute, still the very humourous and easy-going person he was always. Amelia’s still very small la! Hahah! But no doubt she has grown taller, prettier and if possible, cuter!

 I might have to accept I’m naturally an agony aunt. I, myself don’t know why it has come to this. Hahah! But I am. And I know it sounds odd. I’m getting used to the fact that maybe I do fit the agony aunt role. Sighzzz    

1. Prinsip Akauns
2. Bahasa Melayu
3. Bahasa Inggeris
4. Sejarah
5. Math
6. Science
7. EST
8. Additional Math
9. Pend. Moral
10. Economics

 Can u believe it!? I’m just sooo close to freedom!  I’m sorryfor all the whining, people! But I’m not the kinda person to sit behind a desk and study..read…write. I do enjoy those stuff but I reli think its gone overboard~ people need to understand that even thought they dun score all A’s(but I hope WE ALL do), it doesn’t mean we’re gonna contribute to the ever increasing number of the unemployed. It happens to practically every country. Not asking u to sit n front of the tv all day but to start off humbly even though ur  a high skewl, coll or university graduate. If u interview all the unemployed graduates, u’ll find almost ALL of them applied for the post they think they should be at.

They just don’t want to start off as the ‘orang kecil’ or the small person. If our mindsets are like that, well, I guess we can always see the numbers of the unemployed increasing forever.   I’m the boss’s daughter and I worked  as the ‘kuli’—>(slave) and I’m not complaining. I feel that if u start at the bottom, u’ll know the ropes of the trade from scratch. At least, now I know how my parent’s company works very well. And here I am working as the part-time secretary. Kewl eh? Yes, I get paid. Hahah! I love my job. Get to know what my parents do, what are the going-on in the business world, traveling and my favourite? Gossip!  

I just found a shirt from PDI that still has a tag on it. I laughed and said.. How could I forget its there!? Then I continued digging in the cupboard and found an old ELLE shirt which I used to absolutely adore! Continued cleaning and found my old sling bag! I got a Elizabeth Arden – Red Door perfume. Woooot~ It’s the latest addition to my current collection. Jadore and Body Shop’s Peach. mwahaha!  

I stayed most of the night up reading my history textbook really slowly. And I mean really slowly. Trying to absorb every word. But failed horribly. I was so tired from a week of insufficient sleep and I have to keep this up till this Thursday. After that, the subjects left are a breeze~ I freely admit. I’m a fast reader but I’m disgustingly lazy. Haha!  

So it was fun completing my English exam papers in forty minutes then I took my time drawing my dream house with features and furnitures too. Even the invigilator stopped and looked. I gave her a scowl and she walked away chuckling. She was the one invigilator I took the initiative to talk to as she was nicely dress and was English educated. The rest was just …sloppy~  

Anyway, it was the rule that we leave our handphones on the invigilator’s table in front of the hall. And I was commented as the only student who had a ugly Nokia and no handphone pouch with no trinklets hanging out. Yeah, school students nowadays reli do splurge on latest hp and accessories. Heheh! Like most teachers, she saw my whole appearance and thought I was rich. Then I produced my hp and she got so confused by the contrast. Hahah!  

Then came the history essay and subjective paper. The whole hall was filled with groans of frustration as we were allowed to flip thru the question papers. OHMIGOSH! Why didn’t I listen to my own advice and prediction!?  *slaps forehead*  Obviously~!  I totally screwed my history subject….  

And even though most of us have five or six subjects to go before gaining true freedom, we were screaming ‘MERDEKA’ right after history paper. The principle asked about the papers and I couldn’t help smiling, “ It was very fun.” And she shook her head and laughed.  

DOWN WITH THE FOURTH SUBJECT!

JUST SIX MORE TO GO! YEAH!!!

Deep down : I need to stay awake! STUDY! but need …sleep. Listening to: Hoobastank – Crawling in the dark Mind talk earlier today : “ I still cant believe it’s already SPM… rain! Plz rain!”  

I’m a hypocrite… but just for today. Why?  ‘cuz the BM paper asked me for my opinion on PLKN (national service). Well, I wasn’t reli given a choice for my opinion. Obviously, I said YES, its reli good to boost the spirit of patriotism among the country’s teenagers. And I reli do detest national service. It doesn’t make me feel any more patriotic! I’ve been to school and society camps where people say they’ll have the sooo much fun but after its all over, I look back and mutter, wad a waste of time and money. No difference for national service. I dun doubt there’ll be laughter but its not the same as going by free will. National service is like slavery. And the ads on TV doesn’t change my view at all. Not a dent… so yea, I’m a hypocrite. Just for today. Proven on paper….just this once.  

And for history paper? I’m history. Seriously.  

But to keep my sanity in check, I’ll adapt the positive-thinking way of life. I did my best and that’s all that matters.  

TWO AND A HALF PAPERS DOWN! SEVEN AND A HALF MORE TO GO! WOOOOT ! EIGHT MORE EXAM DAYS TO GO!  

Deep down: “oh.. how I HATE SPM….”

Listening to : Tokyo Drift OST

Mindtalk earlier today : “ perverted, gangster-wannabe, tight clothed teacher? mid thirties, horrid BO, male SPM prefect…”

ALL RIGHT! YEAH! ONE SUBJECT DOWN! WOOHOOO! But it was pretty hard…well…no surprise there actually since it was my least favourite subject- principles of accounting. I felt confident that I might not fail it but if I do, I can really say that I did try my utmost best. I studied accounts fer weeks, continuously. When the day finally came, which was the 16^th of November, I didn’t panic like I usually do in exam halls. I felt secure….a lil confident I guess. That’s was d subjective paper I was talking about. I know it wasn’t done with all the perfect answer yet I did what I knew and can. 

Just yesterday, I sat fer the objective paper for accounts. I read all my notes and studied the last few chapters to make sure I memorized all the formulas. There I prayed to Him fer sufficient time and for logic prevailed, that I would try my utmost best once again and leave the rest to Him. I completed the objective paper with fifteen minutes to spare. I redid the questions that I was uncertain of ,checked the whole paper again and started counting my answer. By ‘counting my answers’ , I mean I count how many of each alphabet  I ‘menghitamkan’. Each objective paper’s answers (ABC) are equally divided as of : ten A’s, ten B’s, ten C’s and ten D’s. I had approximately, five wrong answer. I checked it over and over again to utter frustration to right the wrong answers but…I failed. So yes…it still haunts me that I have five wrong answers. Grrrr…. 

I came home, thinking that I might feel less stressed but ended up acknowledging that’s more stress has been piled upon me. Bahasa Melayu hasn’t exactly been my forte since I left primary school. And History? Forget it. I’m one who hardly remembers my friends birthday unless I write it down. I can hardly remember names too. Its no wonder how I got a nickname forgetful in events of fren gatherings. I cant remember their names! But I do recognize and remember wad happen before. Hahah! Though I know its going to be a very mentally taxing day for most SPM student this Monday, as we’re sitting fer Bahasa Melayu paper 1 & 2, with History paper 1. I’m revising as fast and hard as my brain will go …hopefully fast enuff to score some good grades.

All the best ,SPM students.  I’m worried about him. I’ve learnt my lesson in minding my own business. I don’t wanna think that I’ve once made an enemy becuz of confusing being protective and plain nosy-ness. I really hope things turn out fine fer him. and her. Once again, I find myself worried fer him. once again, I see him wrecked at a time like this. I keep hoping and praying that things will turn out all right again. That he’ll work it out and in all, try his utmost best in the examinations. Study first, worry later.  

yea… three of us sit at the second last row together with the forever-sleeping Ely. mind u…. she sleeps in class since form 3 and yet she still aces. amazing. so three of us are usually caught up in books while the others chatter away or worse, go loiter around the skewl. i felt like yelling at the class but i’m not in the mood or i prefer seeing the end-results of their constant chatter. some even invited me to go party….     O.O””   amazing fact2 huh?

 i just realised that i’ve enjoyed doing addmath sums…. i would gladly do addmath than accounts anytime. to me, i hate the debits and credits. should i grow up and need to do accounts for a my own company? heck i’ll employ. i’m from a ‘fast-food generation’ — thats wad ”the Star” newspaper called us younger generation. wad we want, we order and we get it.

hahhaha! i enjoyed a packet of oatmeal n raisin cookies from 1901… hmm… scrummy! after waking up automatically at 5.30am… i did addmath nonstop till 8am… went down to let Tiramisu out fer his wee-time. then made myself a cup of Milo and made myself one piece of rasperry-jam-cracker and went up to continue my addmath expedition.

then i realised… OH SHOOOT! its accounts paper first la! damnit! switched it but found tht… its alredi four…. gar…… played with the furball again and read more of the newspaper. ate a coconut pudding and…omg! have i ever told u how wonderful this coconut pudding is!? its sooooo fine and smooth, almost like a cloud and just the right taste too! its just well known all over town that this coconut pudding is fantastic in a small corner shop.

i go there all lthe tims fer my sweet tooth cravings! heheheh! more updates soon. heheheh!   btw… wanna noe why i’m feel like leaving the compter room so soon!? the freaking neighbour is trying to kill her chickens. the hard way. with a knife. holding the neck of feathers. o.my.gosh. i can hear the pitiful chickens screamin in pain… how it dies down ever so slowly…OMG! ITS HORRIBLE! here i live in the middle of the city, in wad i call the urban bungalow lots and there she is! KILLING CHICKENS! ……in the night……. omg….where did she get the chickens….. she’s a heartless woman! this is abuse to chickens! cant u support the government in electirfying the chickens than YOU just slicing their necks!? yikes… goosebumps….or was it chicken bumps!? must run..she’s not killing just one….cant take it nemore

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