self-explainatory

he finally told her he wanted to break up with her. he had found someone new. someone fresh, someone exciting. someone else to love. he looked into my eyes with passion when he said that and i knew he really meant it. he loved me. she listened and wept... her heart devastated, torn and shattered. i looked at both of them and i'm confused; how can such a beautiful thing become so wrong? he loved me and me, him. but it felt so wrong... my victory was someone else's defeat. i couldn't do it. i couldn't bear to see her so broken. i told him i just couldn't.

i woke up.

and damn! was it a scary dream. not only was i awake the whole night... i couldn't and still can't get it out of my mind. no, it's not happening in real life aight! it's a dream... only, a dream. but seriously, if i was me, in my nightmare... i guess i would do the same. i really felt like a child murderer at that time. being the so called "third party" is definately not how i envision my (nonexistent) love life to be. so God help me, please don't let me fall for an already taken guy.

speaking about my pathetic love life... man, it's really sad ler. i mean now, when i unofficially have a (quoting steff); passport to date... i'm feeling (to quote jimmy) as if bo lang ai. you know... i mean, i've never been on a date in my entire life! i've never had anyone look me in the eye and tell me that they love me and would do anything (within limits la) for me. never had anyone call me just because, never been kissed and never said "i love you" back. i've always been the friend, the mentor, the confidante, the crush, the girl.... but never the one. help me! am i undatetable? or maybe i'm too freakin choosy.

i know, i know... all in it's own time right? it's just that, i've waited for 17 (almost 18) years for him (though i don't know who he is yet) and... guess what? haha... an honest human emotion=> i'm getting just a lil' bit impatient. i just want to know how it feels like, to have someone special. to be 'just the two of us', to love and be loved.

and yet... even if he isn't mr right, he has got to be mr right now. ok, fine.. so what? i AM picky. it's not really about the looks but how we blend together... ya know? it's just gotta click!

anyway... i'm not going to go on about this *ahem* rather sensitive topic. i'm stronger than this... denise, you're stronger than this. well, this is so one of the 'denise bares her soul to the world' moments, so... yeah! that's pretty much what my soul says right now. blame the dream!

the lines between 2 seperate worlds are blurring. i don't know what i think anymore because what we have is something special... but i don't know how special. things are changing, i'm changing, but are you?

where's the snow?

tomorrow's christmas! i dunno, but i don't feel all that christmassy right now. anyway, it doesn't matter how i feel because He is the reason for the season. so....

MERRY CHRISTMAS everyone. and a blessed new year!

btw: after complaining that i wouldn't be involved in the christmas presentation, i volunteered to help with the prop shifting. lolx, not exactly a job for the gals but hey! what they can do, i can do too, just not as well. it's pretty cool... i mean, it's different from dancing every year... and i guess it helps me see things from another angle; a different perspective.

btw2: i'm sitting at home typing this out while my sis n my friends're celebrating the christmas countdown in gurney. so... does that make me a loser?

this week

this week is like, a really busy week for a lot of people. the christmas presentation people have got their drama and dance to do... the cheq up people have their stuffs to prepare.... altogether a very busy week.

as for me, i'm not involved in the drama this year (pity), so... i'm feelin a lil' out of things. i always love this time of the year. especially when my church puts up it's annual christmas gift to the people of penang. the lights... the props... the communal feeling that you play a role, no matter how insignificant in the show. the show must go on at all costs! and you are part of it. it's cool yea...? i just love the hangin out backstage and just feelin the showbiz for once. aikz! i'll be missin it this year. but nevermind, i can immerse myself in other ways.

but there's always cheq up. i can't wait for it! a lot of people are gettin cranky and overworked because of it but i think it'll be just great. God is worth the while. most probably will be performing about 2 songs for the night rally with "clinton's band". so, we've been practising. and hanging out with people that we usually don't talk to.

i miss a lot of things this year because of spm. yas camp, playing for serv, christmas presentation.... it's darn sad but heck! it's life. thank goodness there's always next year.

some reflection

it's time for some reflection. you know... since the year's coming to an end. well...

in person...
i don't think i've changed much except to be more friendly (i hope), especially to those that i seldom mix with. umm... and i hope i've been less of a snob and more of a caring person. also, i have learnt to look at (some of) my faults and try to correct them, i try. my faults including what i've really been convicted of... my power hunger and my tongue.

materialistically...
i still want stuff. when i go shopping... it just doesn't feel right to not buy anything. but, because of insufficient funds, rest assured i am most definately practising smart consumerisme. and after all my preaching and coaching myself to NOT covet, hell... i'm drooling over almost everything in queensbay. still... like i said, money does matter.

and.... well, thought i've done a few stupid things this year... i've also achieved a few things this year, namely... my driving license (yes, though i still can't drive yet). and one important thing i've learnt, and am still learning.. is to slow down a lil' and take things in it's stride. what's the use of hurrying and pushing to get something? and if shit happens... you've just gotta breathe and pray you don't lose it before tackling it.

you know... when things go wrong and everything seems against you, you really feel God all the more closer to you. i know i do. 2 weeks in a row i bitched about something and for those 2 weeks He understood me, ministered to me and reproved me. i say i won't do it again... but the next day.. i repeat it again. anyway, my point is, God is real. He is.

if this post doesn't sound me me... well... try swallowing something different once in awhile la. this is the more mature me... i hope. lol.

trippin in langkawi

seems like i've come back from one trip to go to another. haha. that's life. anyway, i can't begin to describe this trip so i'll let the pics do the job.i only hope they do justice to the awesome breathtaking sights that i just cleansed my eyes with.

this is at oriental village. and that person there ... is... well, you don't have to know really. anyway, the cable car to get to the peak of some gunung to see more gunungs.

ahh... there. the cable car station at the top. no, this is NOT genting highlands. it is really the top you know, when you get up there.

and the view here is spactacular, no? just look at those mountains. the sights, the air... it just makes you go.. wow! like really just feel so in awe of everything. nothing man-made can ever compare to what God made. it just blows my mind away ya know? everything just seems so insignificant when you've seen the splendour of nature.

the next day. we are umm... island hopping. yes, by boat... how else do you hop from one island to another? and omgosh! the sights... the sights... i have never seen anything as gorgeous as that for a long long time. see my happy face?

ok, those are really not my feet. actually, we're gettin a not-so-free-of-charge massage by the catfish. one of my highlights of this trip. lol. it's really nice lettin the catfishes tickle your toes. i went for it twice! couldn't resist. this was at tasik dayang bunting btw.

see... see... isn't the view just umm... creative?

at the aquarium. penguin feeding time. those lil' birdies are sooooo cute you just wanna hug them and never let go.

on one of the islands. what do we look like we're doing?

oh lookie.... nemo!

so yeah.. that's about it. except for the weather, langkawi really gets my 10 fingers up. i don't have pics of pantai cenang (the happenin place in langkawi) but yeah.. just had to mention it.

trippin part 2

on the 6th...

we went to kl. sat the shuttle bus down from genting. we, hehe, missed the bus that we were actually supposed to sit, and with a lil' persuasion (and looking vry innocent), managed to sit the nxt one without paying extra. but i guess we did pay for our tardiness. the bus driver really thinks he's in initial D or something. the way he drives the bus made the already carsick me almost puke out my buffet breakfast. oh yea, which reminds me, since i was one of the 2 early birds in my group (unbelievable), i got to eat the buffet while the others were still snoring away. lolx.

upon reachin, sat the lrt from gombak to kl sentral and then transit to midvalley. with a lot of help from mf. but now, i'm proud to say, i kinda know my way around ... it ain't that difficult if you know how to get there. we stayed at boulevard which is like,10 times nicer than cititel. for one, the bathroom/toilet is big, and pretty classy... and the place is much roomier than cititel.

ended up shopping (for me, rather reluctantly) at mv. i kinda became everyone's guide cos i've been hangin out there quite a lot of times. it gets pretty boring after awhile. disappointingly, didn't buy as much as i liked to. nothing much happened here. went to watch 007 at midnight and later, went back to bed rather cranky and with aching feet.

7th...
rushed back up to genting to catch our bus back. almost didn't make it because of the freakin long queue at the skyway. so, spent the time people watchin ( another of my many hobbies). saw these group of i'm guessin artsy-limkokwing-modeltype-jap-wannabe guys there who kept camwhoring and holding up the lines.

then, we ran and ran and ran from the skyway station to the bus stop which is like at opposite ends that my legs are startin to ache now. people must've thought we were a bunch of lunatics.

and then, the long long long drive home.

trippin part 1

it's just so amazing. one minute you're struggling to remember your hard-memorized facts and the nxt... you're sitting at home curing your bus-lag . to those who know me, you would know that i went to genting and kl on the night of "freedom" and well.. guess i'm back now. quite a trip i have to say... well, what d you expect when you're travellin with 5 friends and no adults?

so, on the 4th...
we took the 10 something bus to genting from the bus terminal. didn't sleep for practically the whole night... we talked, giggled, laughed, and privately insulted these 2 guys behind us whom we nicknamed "Z" and "J" coz they resembled some ppl we knew in pg. they were so annoying when ppl'r trying to sleep. throughout the whole journey, their convo consisted of

~remixed sexy back blaring loudly from headphones~
J: hey, shaddap la
Z: no YOU shaddup ler.
J: what me? go to sleep la you
Z: can you just shut the f*** up.
J: f***
Z: f***
J: eh, shaddup la.
~lighter flicking...~

reached genting (unfortunately, first world) at about 4 something. oh my, there's nothing better to cure your lack of sleep than fresh (or not so fresh) mountain air. went to get our number for checkin in. waited for almost an hour. then, finally... got our room. i hate 1st world. crime could happen there easily. the place is so huge, there're so many pigeon-hole rooms and the corridors stink of public toilets. but i can't complain, it was really cheap so...

went out to play at about 8 something. we were one of the first... so fun! there was almost no line for every ride. so, basically, we played and played, and played the whole day. oh, went to bed at 3 something in the afternoon, woke up at 5 and went to play again. met Z & J again, once at the boatin area, n another time in the food court.

and then, tragedy! sc lost her phone somewhere between bumper cars and euro train. we think it was pickpocketed. poor girl. went back to search for it, but couldn't find it anymore. and then later, at 11.30pm... snow world! if you haven't been to sw, just think... freezing numb fingers, smelly jackets, extra mittens, fake snow in your clothes, hair, mouth, eyes... it was really fun despite almost freezin my fingers off. went out all wet, sweaty and awake. cold really does wake you up.

we sat the euro train again after that i think. then, my friends wanted to see what was it in the cyber cafe that made guys such suckers for gaming (sry la... if anyone terasa). so, i waited outside while they went peepin over peoples' shoulders and maybe disturbing them a lil'. headed back to our hotel after that. then on the way down the escalator, ew was like " hey, that guy has been following us from the cc" and everyone else was like "where? where? what?" . at that time it didn't register into my head yet, so i just kept on walking cos i was really sleepy already. then later when i actually saw the dude tailing us to the hotel lobby, i really really started freakin out.

we wlaked to the lobby, he hid behind a pillar and peeped at us. my friend saw him duck behind it when she turned. when we sat down on the chairs, he sat behind us. we then discussed-discussed about what to do and then when we saw this group of guys going into the lift... we ran and followed them as if we were from the same group. i think we kinda squashed the people at the back of the lift. it was kinda lawak at the same time. lolx. to see their surprised faces when a group of gals (us) suddenly rush by and squeeze into the lift. hahaha...

we were so scared he would follow us to our room and kill us or something... (hehe... imaginations do run a lil' wild at night) that we ran, yes, ran all the way past smelly corridors to our room.

and that was our 1st day of trippin. eventful, no?

a fact of life: exams

9 down, 2 more to go and still counting.

at this point, the end of 'it' seems so near yet is still unattainable. moral tomorrow and finally... bio on mon. then, that's it. that's it! oh... when i think of all the hours of studying and brain cracking until 3.31pm of 4/12/06 aka last paper for me... i'm just itching all over. just come and get over with it already!

chem must be really really mind-blowing because for some weird coincidence, 3 people (or maybe more) sat at the wrong places in the exam hall. lawak right? they must've been so blur after cramming for lousy chem. how do i know that? well, one of them sits right in front of me and the other one sits right at the back of me. and the 3rd? me. must be a disease.

so, what's so memorable about this once in a lifetime experience (which if i had a choice i would rather forgo but can't)? well... you go into the hall... muttering your hastily memorised formulaes, hoping and praying that this or that won't come out. when you receive your paper and get the a-ok sign from the chief, you start shivering, palms sweating (err... actually, not from the unanswerable questions but from the heat)... and you try to do the questions. but man! what on earth are they getting at? don't understand la. and now, you really start sweating from fright. die la die la... cannot answer... there goes my A.... what to do? what to do? but i guess there's only one thing to do. umm, other than crying aloud and having a fit. finish the paper as best as you can.

things i noticed during exams...

people are so darn kiasu.

of course, that includes me too.

people get sicker during exams.

hmm... that's me too.

no one cares if you pick your nose or scratch your butt during exams.

no, that, i can say is definately NOT me. but no one battered an eyelid when i sneezed (loudly), sniffled and coughed all through add maths, physics and chem.

nothing is more interesting then what's behind you when you've finished your paper and there's nothing to do for the next 15-20 minutes.

well, it's true... no extra paper for me to conteng on.

the lembaga is really making the invigilators work for their salary.

before the start of the paper, we are either given 2 sheets or sometimes no paper(s), yes, even though it's known that we need extra paper to write on. so, it's the JOB of the invigilators to go around giving out 2 miserable sheets of paper everytime someone asks for one. real waste of time for us to have to aask for it i tell you. especially during add maths. BUT, it's real nice to see teachers' having to cater to our demands once i awhile. hehe.

from my scrapbook

morning assembly. saying our final farewells and tq's to our teachers. belle finally got to touch mr joshua's (guy in maroon) hand. *bells chiming* no pun intended. lolx.
clowning around in the field. *sigh* i'll miss the noise pollution and climbing up and down the overhead bridge everyday. see the little bridge behind? i've been using it since my primary days.

sometimes... you can't choose your classmates. but i guess that's the fun of life. i mean, would you have chosen glutton and crazy and cute (who at the moment looks like she smelt something bad) as your classmates??? i really don't wanna point your attention to the red bottle but i guess it deserves equal mention because it's owner kept pushing it under our noses since day 1 of this year. you can't even imagine how annoying a cheap red plastic bottle can get...

what did we learn from 5 years of lab work? nothing memorable studies-wise. but we DID learn how to burn our shirts, spill our experiments (which we were doing about enzymes and saliva... yuck!), get scolded by our teachers for playing truant (hehe), sit under the sun to watch paper burn, never-EVER let your underarm hair be seen (*ahem* not mine.. i don't have u.h.) and umm... E=mc2.... HCl + NaOH = NaCl + H2O.... bla bla bla....

oh btw, these were my lab partners in F1. numbered by the teacher as No. 1, 2, 3 and 4 respectively (whaddya think we are??? criminals?)

one of the many staircases in my tiny, poor school. also the very flight of stairs that ross "breakdanced" on; meaning she tripped and almost fell ala breakdance. i don't know what the 3 weirdo's are thinking of back there but just so you understand their lunaticsm, they claim to be the "biggest" supporters of the blues, Reds (yes! liverpool you rock) and the devils. understando?



my really big extended family (although, we're missing quite a few here). well, i'll be glad to not wear that horrendous apron anymore. that's a comfort.

spm has started!

spm has started! for me.

just came back from my first paper. accounts. *sigh* i don't really wanna talk about it now. i have to go back to school again tomorrow to sit for my other acc paper. have faith denise!

for all those who are taking this thing called, well, you know what, we'll get through this together. and before we know it, it'll be over. so... just do it aight!
and to those who are conveniently resting at home with nothing to do, think of us a bit will ya... and pray for us too. love ya all.

last freakin day of school

[ in penanglish ( typical exaggerated penangite speak)] with help from me

haiyo... sad la today. it has finally happened... school liao (is over), for me la that is. i came to school thinking... " sure cry one, sure cry one" but mana tahu (instead) it is like one of the most siao (crazy) days ever. walaowei! (exclamation of surprise) everyone went gila (crazy) taking photos here and there. no one cares also that we're running around the whole school like siao lang (insane person). so, i oso mah go here go there to take photo lo. actually hor, nothing much happened also la today... just take a lot of photos, chik-chak here chik-chak there (the sound cameras make, apparently)... quite nice oso la. summore got hug a lot... write autographs a lot... and just acting like siao gina la (crazy kids). then play a few games... wah, syeok (exciting) lo! like std 1 punya (like) kids nya. so lawak (funny)!

then later leh... followed yoong, yap & jules ki chiak (go to eat) at prangin. actually go there to book ticket to genting-kl but then, oso must eat one right? settle booking d (already) then we went to makan (eat). everyone dunno wanna go where... say eat anything. i ask you, got food called "anything" one ar??? so, walk here walk there then end up in secret recipe. i think now my sore throat become 10 times worse because of that *&%%$%#%# pie la. swt! (exclamation of .. umm... can't explain. sry).

then lidat only lo... yoong fetch me balik (back home) then here i am now. habis cerita (end of story).

sick!

unconnected thought:

if a monkey suddenly finds that he likes to eat... say... fish. then, who are the other monkeys to tell him that monkeys don't eat fish?? technically, they can't force him to eat bananas (or whatever it is that monkeys eat these days).. i mean HELLO... it's his business what he wants to eat right??? no one and i mean NO ONE can force him to eat bananas just because monkeys are SUPPOSED to eat bananas. that's just wrong.

and btw... i'm not talking abt me for once.



well... on monday night, i had this irritatation in my throat. man, was it so darn irritating. so, ended up coughing pretty much the whole night. and woke up the next day to.... (i so hate this) a sore throat. so anyway, i went to school because i planned to and also because i didn't tell pris i wasn't going. and after recess... i was pretty much not functioning anymore. the only thing i could do was put my head on the desk to rest my poor boiling head. and the minutes couldn't tick by any s~l~o~w~e~r.



i think i'm quite a bad patient when i'm sick. the whole world that already revolves around me (or so i think) revolves around me MORE. hehe. well, when i'm sick, i'm sick. what can i do about that?? hey, at least i don't complain or grumble alright...



so, for now... no more ice-cream (dang, and they just bought 2 tubs of baskin robbins), chocs... no more junk food...., fast food, fried food, cold stuffs, hot stuffs, umm... what else? i think that's enough, otherwise i'll be eating air and making my own food. airsynthesys. just hope my suffering ends soon... but good thing my fever's gone. and i'm so perky today i could just eat my shoes! okay... maybe just maybe, the heat did fry my common sense just a teeny lil' bit.














i'm not hungry, i'm not hungry, i'm.... *burp* oops!

of studying and marriage

nothing much to report nowadays. most of the time, i'm either studying, trying to study, not succeeding to study or doing revision. yeah, what a wonderful fulfilled life we're living.


studying is illegal here

anyway, while NOT on the subject of studying... gosh, i hate spm... can you imagine getting married after spm?? yup.. all black tie white dress of it. imagine:

a: hey, what are you doing after spm?
b: getting married. we're engaged. *flashes 20 carat diamond ring*
a: oh okay....
( btw, "a" and "b" are entirely ficticious, not connected to any living or dead homo sapiens whatsoever)

like wow! marriage... i mean, for me, life's only starting but for them.... it's the 3rd phase of life. keeping house, having kids... husband... whoa! too much man! enough enough.

a day in the life of denise the housewife (purely fictional! i'm quite single i assure you.)

denise wakes up to the smell of ... oh crap! dirty diapers. *fill in with any bad word* the lazy husband forgot to change the baby .... again. denise groans and turns over to sleep again. unfortunately, utt jr and denise jr runs in the room pulling each others hair out again. after screaming and threatening to lock both up in the toilet with no food and water forever(with minor wrestling) for 10 full minutes, denise has had enough. time to get up... and oops!! tripped over the remote controlled car outside the door. grrr.... whoever did this is so gonna pay.

moving on, denise switches on the light and realises *darn it* electricity bill not paid yet. oh great. just great. she passes out shortly after seeing the dishes in the sink piled high to the ceiling and the dog's vomit in the house.......... ???? why on earth am i writing all this anyway? it's giving me nightmares already.

but of course... it's only a fragment from my crappy mind. pay no heed. and of course i wanna get married someday. but just not now. i'm gonna enjoy my youth and freedom as much as i can before saying the big " I DO ". know what i mean? besides i can't just be the trophy wife or worse... the maid of all work. if you wanna marry me, you've gotta treat me like an equal, a partner, a soulmate. anyway... why delve into this now??? i'm still so young... and.... ok, i'm going to stop right now. finito.

reads (faedah membaca)

whoa... didn't know my "accident" could generate so many responses. so , i guess it's true la... if you want a lot of comments... know what to do; fall splat on your face! (more dramatic) and maybe break something. then wow! i'm sure there'll be milions of replies comin back. but, thanks anyway, for caring.

anyway, back to what i do best; which is uh.... well, whatever it is that i do best...

well, it's really hot and humid today. i finished "the blue dahlia" (anyone heard of it?). read it in 2 days. and what can i say? not bad.... even for a voracious reader like me. before you start applauding me, i have to say that i only and only like reading fiction. although, my mom is always nagging me to read more non-fiction. does the newspaper and dewan masyarakat count as n-fiction??? now, i know i know i know that reading storybooks (yea, fiction... chick lit, thrillers... all stories. maka, semua dipanggil storybook) won't make me any wiser and yes, let's not recall the frog under the tempurung proverb. hate that.

to brag a bit, i've tried a bit of shakespeare. but frankly speaking... apart from the narratives given in the book, i have to say that omgosh! why, oh why do you have to say in a freakin long page what i can interpret in a sentence? what thou writest is extremely long that thy givest my head to aches whenest i understand not thy writingst. give me prose anytime instead of poetry. what i can't deny is the obvious fact that the Bart wrote exceptional drama (very modern even for his time) and hell, even for a non-poetry enthusiast like me... his sonnets were... mind blowing in the least. yea, maybe i'm just sayin this because we have to learn sonnet 18 in school. so sue me.

also, i do realise that i make up maybe one tenth of the m'sian population who reads regularly. ok fine, label me a nerd. but i don't care. i like to read... i really do. it's not a hobby, it's just something i do everyday like, you know... watching tv or something. haha... told you i was a tv addict. well, believe it or not, there was one time that i absolutely loathed reading. my parents had to cajole, plead, scold, threaten,and bribe me into reading peter and jane 1A. hey, how come everybody grew up with peter and jane??? so, after i graduated book by book, my dad would buy me something. 1A was a man astronaut figure. 1B, i think was a melody churning grand piano (it was actually a jewellery box). and the rest... shall we say... was history. enough said.

" out dog! out cur! "
( from A Midsummer Night's Dream)

ok, i really really wanted to say that. *face-splitting grin*

really?? aww... i feel so honoured!

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embarrassment 102 (not again!)

i have two left feet. seriously, i just can't walk a few steps without toppling over my myself. help me! and i'm not even tall!!! i think i've been tripping and falling down ever since i've learnt to use my two legs. i have scars to prove it. *sigh* what's a girl to do?

another thing, i think i'm a certified embarrassment magnet. everywhere i go, i'll do something embarrassing to myself. it has been happening ever since i was young and guess what? it's still happening.

something really humiliating happened yesterday.

went out for supper with the guys; uh-huh.... it was raining and all when we reached sunrise (where we were supposed to meet the rest), so me and luke followed b-k to his house to get umbrellas. and; oh man... this is maluation. as we were walking out, i slipped on the steps and bamm!! slid down the remaining couple of steps on my posterior. yah, unbelievable? believe it.

major major embarrassment. but thankfully it was only them who saw my umm... downfall. haha. but of course (even if i have to say so), it was hilarious... couldn't help but laugh at my apparent lack of grace whatsoever. funnily enough, the guys didn't think it was too funny; nor did they really give a damn about the fact that it was my single most humiliating moment of the month (why... does it always happen?). i really love those people. all they did was make sure i was alright and left it at that.

well, another embarrassing moment to put up on denise's hall of unforgettable moments. seems like i have a knack for falling down stairs. up to where i can keep count, this has been the 3rd time i took a topple down the stairs. first, slipped and fell down the whole flight of stairs at home

(pathetic); second, missed a step at church and almost sprained my ankle plummeting down (shit happens, shit always happens), and lastly... my graceful landing as mentioned above for everyone to laugh at. i think i'll always be a klutz. what am i to do?

nonsensica

oh man... *groan* i think i over ate for dinner. i-feel-so-full.... shouldn't binge anymore. it doesn't pay to be gluttony, trust me, i know.

anyway, while we're no longer on the subject of my discomfort after over-consuming...

i find that (crap) i have nothing absolutely to blog about. talk about writeria blockeris. ok, i made that up. i'm bored... just trying to fill up space. see...see...see... it's pointless. you've caught me at a bad time, err... no wait, that's wrong. i've caught myself at a crapping mood.

hmm...this is just an observation, but to THE STAR readers out there, have you realised that as of world cup06, the star has featured kaka like almost everyday??? or at least every other day. i mean, everytime (ok, well, almost) i flip to the sports section of the paper, *ping* another article about AC Milan featuring kaka. or is it kaka with AC M only mentioned twice in very fine print? and voila! another large picture of kaka looking more like a male model than an international footballer. but of course.... that's not to say that i don't acknowledge his skills on the pitch though. and i also don't deny that he's eye candy but no, that's not enough to make him my footballer of the year. anyway, tell me why again am i getting into all this? ooh... i so like football!

i still haven't found anything substantial to write about. dang.

been very distracted lately. some things happened and well, i don't really know what to make of it/them. well, what else? it's a holiday nxt week (yayy!) and study break was canceled which means i go to school right to the last freakin day of school. *sigh*. of course, the last freakin day will most definately be full of hugging and crying and empty promises of catchin up after spm. i'm not being cynical (am i?) but tell me, how many of your friends do you actually hangout with after school has ended and for how long? can we? will we? hopefully. and i'm not really one to keep in touch after awhile. i know, bad habit. but i'll make an effort aight?

anyway, it's enough of nonsense for one day i think.

the brat says:

why can't we always get what we want?

why do we have to wait to get what we want?

why is it that whatever i want i never get?

why is what i want usually not good for me?

why can't i get what i want????

never thought i would ever sound like a spoilt brat right?

hahaha.... think again.

now that i've got that out of my system.

i just feel so frustrated you know... yes, there's this thing that i really want but i don't think i'll get it. it's really exausting and defeating wanting something so badly. and yet, you know that's never gonna happen. i'm trying to live with it; everyday i'm reminding and reminding myself to forget about it, move on, concentrate on more important things... but, it's HARD.

now that i've also got them out of my system...

i did something that made me happy the other day. i faced my apprehension, let go of my fears... i, i, i.... can't tell la. it's personal. all i can say was it made me deliriously happy but then made me crash from cloud 9 the next day. and NO, i did not do drugs or hard liquor. please... give me a break!* sigh* not now, i can't talk about it now....

hola! and greetings fellow homo sapiens who happen to be receiving tons of radiation just looking at this. yeah, me too.. but what to do? great, i sound like a geek. it's a sunny hazy saturday afternoon which i'm spending staying at home *sigh* so, can you blame me?

nothing much happening these lazy days. had a bad stomach day on thurs which worsen at tuition... maybe i shoudn't have eaten that char koay teow (yumm) and 5 sour+'s before that. aikz... oh, but then, i got to skip school on fri ya know.

and today, well... nothing much happened other than my parents coming home at 12pm to find my sis still in bed which ended with my mom throwing a hissy fit. i think my sis has issues about getting up. man, i hate to say this but, she needs professional help. lolx... or maybe the "dummy's guide to waking up". hmm... good idea for christmas.

other than that, been lookin through some uni/college brochures... and i have to admit, i'm falling in like with the Uni of Queensland. so far, i like what see... it could be a possibility, but the only obstacle is well, $$$ . but i'm still lookin.

leaving school: closing an old chapter

it has officially begun... the countdown to 'the day that shall not be named but i'll name it anyway' SPM. currently, it's 39 days to "it" (some joker in my class wrote a 1 to the 39 on the blackboard thus making it seem as if we had another year to study for it. har-har.) .

and 10 more days till i finish sitting at my wonderfully strategic spot in class, crapping and talking in our "hotspot", getting into scrapes and jubilant successes together. i'll even miss our recesses; when any1 trying a new food would share it around the table.

my class seems to have gotten closer this year . i guess cos we all know that it will be our last. *sobsob*. it has been a great journey so far... and i've felt so loved and a part of this wonderful family i just find it so hard to let go. in our small community, we bicker, make peace, support one another, complain, murmur, grumble, laugh, play, talk dirty jokes (haha), read someone else's newspaper and forget to do our hw together as a class.

somehow, amidst all this, we've all really grown up. through the year (this yr) we've really matured a lot and everyone seems to be viewing life from a different perspective than that of last year. of course, getting our driving licenses did help a lot in the maturing process, heehee. but...*big sigh* guess we're all really getting quite old now.

the upside of leaving school is of cos.....

MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE SLEEP!!!!! ~i love my sleep~

no more 6.25 wake up call for me. yea babeh! i can so deal with that.

college!

no more slaving for 11 subjects anymore. no more add maths, bio, phys, chem for me. oh goody!

new lifestyle, new outlook, new place (maybe overseas, i hope... oh, pls,pls come true), new people, new hot guys (i hope) and well, most things new i guess. must be more positive right?

umm... what else.... actually, i can't think of any now. not in college yet anyhow. but i think i'm gonna like it. but yeah, can't wait. maybe it's a good thing i'm leaving school after all. i don't know, maybe.

haiya... but first it's back to the slaving house first and torture chamber for umm, yeah... approx 2 more months. *groan***** how can i survive?

HORROR!!!

did you know that eating raw sushi or sashimi will cause you to get nerve damage and migrains??? reason being: raw fish is the ULTIMATE breeding ground of worms! (ring worms, tape worms...you name it we've got it). and this horrifying, disgusting, nauseatingly true picture (at least i think it is) that has traumatised me for life i think shows a man's brain (scalp bein cut into half) with omgosh! horror!! like zillions of worms and their larvae in almost every part imaginable in his poor poor brain. it's giving me the shivers just writing it down. i would put in the pic but i'm jz too grossed out to actually even look at it again.

*shudder*

now every part of me is starting to itch. yikes!

let's do something about it

this is so not going to be a sad, melancholic entry anymore. i am NOT going to feel blue and i'm sure my dear readers don't want me to be. don't u ppl?? anyway....

let's see... what can i talk about which is not saddening? not spm, no, definately not that...

ok, music then. so today, we watched the concert video of united live (the latest) and man! they really show the world what music really is. no, wait, that's not right... i'm sure there're other musicians in this wide, wide world who can produce better music but well, when it comes down to raw, hot, all-consuming passion for worship, u've got to hand it to these ppl. a no holds barred praise to God. you know, it's like this AWESOME thing that u really wished that u could be there in their midst doing something, but u can't. and it's really frustrating for me. cos i'm a doer... i like to be doing things and taking charge and i'm just itching to immerse myself in all this.

and that's why IGNITE and CHEQ UP (in Dec- pls ask me for more details if interested) is so important to me, to all of us... man, we have to get our act right! with God, with ourselves, with our talents, with our instruments/tools/whatever else that we use to acheive this... hillsongs standard. which is possible i know. to quote steph, there are only 2 rules for the United live worship team, be GOOD and CRAZY. yeah! if they can do it y not us?

i don't know how many people harbour this dream... of someday playing/singing on stage just like them and it just feels so fulfilling, so right to just lay bare our passion and pent-up energy and just.... worship. i know i do... i do,i so do. and i for one am going to acheive that. it's been my dream for too long now. so, people who share this dream... together we can aight?

Lord, send revival start with us...

left behind. as always.

my life is like a thread. or many threads in fact. and somewhere along the way, my life has been interwoven with the threads of many others. together, we have created a cloth of many patterns and colours.... some threads remain firmly in this cloth called life and some, gradually faded away in time. when i look at this unfinished cloth, i just want to hold on to the old threads and weave the same patterns as like before. but threads snap and needles prick, and all i can do is weave more of my thread into it and leave it to my Maker.

man, what am i talking about? absolute nonsense.

why is everybody leaving? somehow, people in my life always seem to be leaving me. while they move on to uncharted, new, fresh, exciting territory, i'll still be stuck here. left behind. all the time, i wish it was me who was leaving, not being left. they say absence makes the heart grow fonder... well maybe, but it definately doesn't make u grow any closer. in fact, it draws you apart, gradually of course. but maybe because i was never one to keep contact. oh well. they also say that when a door closes, a new one opens. that's bulls***. i used to have a really, really extremely good friend, the best even... yeah, well, she moved away. i was stuck here and until now, haven't found anyone to replace her. ever.

so you see..."they" whoever they are, shouldn't be writing up sayings and stupid proverbs cos, they know NUTS about it.

don't

don't judge me

you don't know me

don't gossip about me

just because i'm different

don't look down at me

i'm bigger than you think

don't put me on a pedestal

i'm not that worthy

don't stab me in the back

i'm wounded enough already

don't put words in my mouth

i haven't spoken them yet

don't play with my feelings

i love deep and hard

don't advise me on something i can't solve

i can't do it, i'm not that strong

don't label me

i wasn't meant for tags

just don't.

cute arse!

my wonderful practical skills.

i came across my sis's kh project just recently. her 'baju'.

which kinda brings me back to the [torturing] days when i still had to take KH. from what i still can rmb, i hated it. i couldn't saw (straight) or hammer or carve to save my life. OR sew. omygosh! that was the absolute worst. but i still say i can sew better than i can do woodwork. well, my mum says i hav limited (read: close to none) motor skills so... i guess that's that.

but somehow, i still managed to pass up a passable piece of work every end of the year. miracle! maybe not.

F1

sewing- embroidery. got my wonderful mum to do it for me. *grin*

woodwork- after forgetting to bring my wood for class practically for half a year, i managed to nail, hammer, saw and sandpaper my way into a thing. something. passable la. not michaelangelo, but it didn't make my teacher faint. so, i take it that it wasn't so bad afterall.

F2

sewing- a shirt using fabric u might usually see as curtains in a really tasteless person's house. after lotsa nagging from my mum (yet again) to finish it, we sent it to my aunt (who conveniently, was a tailor) haha! to finish it for me.

woodwork- oh man! this was the best year ever! in terms of KH i mean. my dad's friend is a carpenter. so... guess who my woodwork project went to? and my project came back, polished, finished and looking as good as bought. altho, i did kind of spoil it in the beginning by cutting a door or so in the wrong size. couldn't close properly after that. it just ain't my cup of tea.

F3

unfortunately, that year being THE pmr year.... i couldn't bring any of my work home. so, what to do....? it's either DO or DIE. so, obviously... i don't die that easily, had to do it. sewing wasn't all that bad (ok, it was darn frustrating when the sewing machines broke down, which was often. man, and this is a girls' school) but woodwork.... yuck! hate it. did it, re-did it, stayed back after school to syelek, got scolded by the teacher (i have bad handiwork).... yeah, it's all coming back to me now.

but of course... that was all yesteryears business. good riddance too. am now enjoying a KH-free life filled with cramming for SPM. *sigh* it's the time of year again.

so blue

life's not that great nowadays

basically, i'm just studying and panicking,

studying and panicking

and haha, not going to school

i just dunno what to do now

you can't believe how sick i am of this endless studying

i've got so much to do, but so little time

so sickening

dad's got a new clock for the study

it's kinda chinapek-ish, but well... bought from china wut

man, is this clock noisy

chiming and saying something in chinese (which no one understands) every hour.

*sigh* every hour.

i'm feelin so restless.

i really dunno what to do.

i realise that it's the 2nd time i'm saying that

but i really dunno what to do.

what to do?

i feel so pessimistic, demoralised, tired and my head is all just jumbled up

what i want, i can't get

it's frustrating, it's hard and it's tough but i must!

i must give it up, i must forget it and move on.

reach out for better dreams.

better things ahead for me.

my country!!!!

it's Malaysia's 49th today. so, i'll dedicate a lil' of my space to her. well, since i AM a M'sian, n hey! am very proud to be one too. so far, we've pulled through all the difficulties togather as a united nation... suffered through tough times, enjoyed the bliss of fortunate times.... yeah, i gotta hand it to those ppl who've put in years of sweat and toil to getting us where we are now. i sure am proud of you, n i'm pretty sure that all of m'sia is too. of course.. i don't understand fully the meaning of achieving independance cos heck! born too late. but i'm glad that at least i got to reap the pleasures that tunku and gang sowed years n years ago. ok, so maybe now i won't complain so much about having to learn sejarah. a small price to enjoying a penjajahan-free life, right?

anyway, what i'm really trying to say (amidst the ramblings) is HAPPY BIRTHDAY MALAYSIA!!!!! and i love you. honestly, shouldn't it be happy b'day persekutuan tanah melayu? cos if you've been diligent in studying our 'beloved' txt bk, malaysia (as in gabungan sabah dan sarawak) wasn't formed until 16 sep 1963 (if i'm not mistaken). ok, i think i'm coming down with chronic have-been-studying disease.

how did i spend my merdeka.....?

well, besides studying and doing add maths hw n going to add maths tuition n later going for add maths extra class..... i had such a blast. really. was supposed to have a haircut today but the hairdresser pkk-ed out on me (translation: she wasn't around) so didn't go. quite an uneventful day, blame the exams. it's the exam season (oh joy!) and believe me, everyone's catching the fever. and what more, spm is a lot less than a hundred days away.

and i'm sick, sick, sick... of studying. can't wait for it to be all over.

D-Day: driving test

while most, if not all of you ppl were still in your comfy beds dreaming of who knows what... i was shivering, praying and pep talking to myself. seriously, i was so nervous n it's not even spm yet. and for those who've safely got their license already, don't sneer. at that time, u must've been as terrified as i was. well, not terrified exactly....but a lil' worried i guess. all that time, i was praying n praying n well, didn't feel so doomed after that.

anyway...
had time to compose my nerves ( inconvenient things, nerves) cos there were like, so many ppl there all waiting to take the tests too. good thing too actually, so i didn't feel to nervous n alone. i mean how could you right? when the fella nxt to you looks equally as freaked out. haha, ok, maybe i'm stretching the truth a bit. but u get my point.

finally...

"denise ('dennis', *sigh* yet again) ur up nxt" (the guy didn't say that, but it's close if u say it in hokkien). ok, this is it. get up, now breathe.... in out, in out.. yes, that's it. head to the car, no ...9 is it? everything jz happened in a blur. i got into the car (darn kecik kancil), all the while mentally reminding myself to: shift seat, rearview mirror, side mirror, seat belt..... what seat belt? yes, n that's where i made a HUGE really stupid mistake. i eased the car into 1st gear n was abt to go off when the tester gave me a funny look n asked if i'd forgotten anything. "ada lupa apa tak?" . my head screamed "SEAT BELT, SEAT BELT!!!!!!" n denise answered, "o yea... sry, sry... saya lupa." *sheepish grin*

so.... ntg much abt the rd test except that the tester was kinda bullying askin me to speed up. heck! can't you see that i'm nervous already taking this test without having to go faster n who knows, cause an accident in the process which would in turn make u fail me???

and after that, he handed me the pink slip. i, i, i..... PASSED!!! thank God for that. now, for the 2nd part of the challenge. so it was back to the waiting room for another session of staring at the ceiling and alternating with my nails, assesing every1 in the room, daydream.... yeah... wut fun right?

to cut the long story short

the parking, slope, n 3 point turn were a breeze. a breeze to do but i was really nervous abt my slope test. there's like a half-half possibility that i might mess up n go down the slope posterior 1st. happened lotsa times b4.

but i did it!! went up the slope, brake, waited 4 the go ahead sign n revved down the hill. whew! BIG relief. n the rest was history. enough said.

well, the only thing that matters is that i passed. i P-A-S-S-E-D! lulus...!



"....i can do what God says i can do...."

that's true.

embarrasment 101

well, wut can i say? at 3 something this afternoon, denise was found once again, doing it. and no, you pervert, it has ntg to do with reproduction... so please... get that out of your mind tq vry much. so, where was i? o yeah, she was found once again humiliating, embarrasing, making a fool out of herself. yep... another one to add to my top 10 most wish-i could-forget-but-nvr-will moments. *sigh* i think i already have a bucketfull of it... so *plop* another one goes in.

in a nutshell-
while driving (err.. no, practising driving) at the driving sch (oh, btw, i'll be taking my test really, really soon... so, pray i pass), i was getting worser n worser at all the obstacles. my parking was awry... yea, n believe it or not, i managed to knock down a pole while backing out from the parking lot. congratulations right? oh, but not before grazing the car wiv another pole. n imagine, i had to get out of the car TWICE! to shift the pole so i could get out of the stupid spot. thank gdness there were few ppl around n (to be even MORE thankful), my instructor wasn't there. otherwise, he would be shouting to me (he's a nice guy, but ya noe... nice ppl have loud voices too).

oh, but we haven't gotten to the juicy part yet.
u see, when denise gets flustered, she loses concentration; causing her to be almost (hah! i said almost) oblivions to everything but the cause of wtv dat caused it. n of cos i was flustered then. i mean, who wouldn't be after being the only 'lucky' one to knock down a pole n picking it up twice. the 2nd time being to shift it so dat i could get out of my spot the cheating way. anyway, i'll get to the point...
after getting out, i headed to the 3 point turn (no other way out) n when i was turning the steering (it's not auto steering so i can see my arm muscles start to build) suddenly, the car stopped. at 1st, i was like, 'okayy... that always happens. no big. ' but then, a split second after i turned on the engine again, it happened again. n again. n again. i tried reversing, ntg happened. going straight... still the same thing. at that time, my head was pushing all the panic buttons there was, adrenaline; super high (nt for a nice reason though). for almost a lifetime (ok, so i might be exaggerating a alot) i was stuck. stuck in that lil' space jamming up the place, making the other cars in line wait n watch me blunder thru it all. n guess wut? no 1 even came over to help. so there i was... almost weeping with helplessness and frustration, car going back n forth, engine being on(by me) n off (the car). it was scary.

finally.... FINALLY..... some other instructor kindda realised that i was causing a big scene there n yelled the possibilities of the cars strange behaviour. n then, i realised.......... omgosh! stupidly, i didn't release the handbrake after doing the slope thing. that was why i couldn't move at all. argh! jz one of the many things that u could expect me to do. sheesh! my single most embarrasing moment of the yr so far. so, so, sooo humiliating. i must be one of the worst drivers ever.

but oh well... as they say, what that won't kill you will make you stronger. yes? agree? and, everything (gd or bad) is always a life experience for denise. u knoe... 50 yrs from now, i can proudly boast that i managed to be the day's most horrendous driver at the driving sch to my grandkids. i mean, how many ppl can actually say that?

finally done. PROM 06

here are the pics as promised, a bit late in coming tho... o yea, i don't have everything yet (cos i wasn't very hardworking in snapping pics, not really my cuppa tea), so, i'll be updating wiv more pics as i collect them from my friends. but anyway, here are some (which i took when i wasn't backstage or running around)


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prom: a forward

today was prom. prom was today.
as of now, i'm pretty beat up and i'm not really in the mood to describe word-for-word how things went. maybe later when i collect my random thoughts and piece them together. but this i'll say... everything went smoothly, any glitches were swiftly covered (even i didn't know if there were any) and omgosh! the ppl jz looked oh-so-wonderful. really. so, cheers folks for making our last major function as F5's a huge success.


of cos, that's not me... but i had to put a prom-ish pic, so, this was the closest i could get.

have a heart

fri, 7.11pm: walk dog [check]
driving lesson [postponed]
physics [finished bab1]
laundry [pending]

i'm feeling particularly useful today. so far, i've managed to have an almost distraction free study time courteousy of my driving instructor who cancelled on me at 3.30 (lesson was supposed to be at 3). oh well... more time to study then.

had a heart exam today. in sch. so there i was, jz 1 of the many ppl in my sch waiting in line 4 the doc to check if my heart's beating alright. came to my turn, she put the stetoscope to my chest, n listened... n listened... n put it in 5 other different places n still didn't get what she wanted to hear. n then, oh man! she asked me to stay back while she checked my classmates. i was shocked! i mean, what? do i have a heart problem? am i unwell...??? as far as i know, i'm perfectly healthy. i eat healthy (err... ok, maybe not), i don't smoke, or drink, or hook up & i exercise when i can (ok, so i'm nt exactly VRY sporty, but still...). n there i was, asked to stay behind so she could run more tests on me to confirm if i'm suffering from a heart desease. OMYGOSH! i felt like some kinda freak sitting on the stool, waiting 4 her to finish so she could jz tell me wut on earth was wrong with me so i could recede back to class to continue my normal n HEALTHY life.

meanwhile, i was kept busy grinning at my friends (can u even grin when u might turn out to haf heart desease?? ) n reassuring them that i was a.ok (y was i even reassuring them? heck! i need all the conforting i can get). after what seemed like hours (it was actually minutes, but u know how time flies when you're having 'fun') of being a freak show exibit; time for my verdict.

how it went: the nurse asked abt my visits to hospitals in the past (yeah, hospitals... you know; clean sterile floors, scrubs, puking ppl, drips, injections, blood... you can always count on hospitals for 5* accomodation. luxury at it's best). n i told her abt having asthma in the past. but that was seriously long ago. i'm almost as healthy as any horse now. trust me. after having me breathe in n out a couple lot more times n having finally satisfied her that i did not, in fact suffer from any terminal illness, i was free to go. oh, Finally!

one last word: i'm fine alright! want to get on my good side? then don't ever ask me if i'm fine or not (regarding this matter ler). cos i am. anyway, i won't give in without a fight. i'll survive alrite!

things, things everywhere

i'm currently hankering after a new phone. sony ericsson's V630i which is so Unfortunately, NOT AVAILABLE in m'sia!!! so, so unfortunate!! y, oh y? must the phone i crave be THE one that the country doesn't import?

can u see it? isn't it jz such a beauty? *sigh* 2 megapixel cam, instant upload of photos to blog, mp3 player, err.... wut else....and other not too significant things which left my mind.

but anyway.... life isn't all abt things. material stuff. when lionel came bac n talked a lil' abt life on doulos n his changed perspective of life after seeing first-hand the poverty of some nations..., i actually felt that my whole existance was a farce. so shallow. so petty. i mean, everyday, all i think off is abt things that i want ( i already haf lots, so much, but isn't it human nature to nvr be satisfied wiv wut they have?), sch (scoring in exams, stuff at sch), my friends n family, church, my single life (ok, i'll admit to that, at least). all that plus my other activities. that's jz it. that's IT! all of my life, when i could be doing more meaningful things like saving ppl, n i waste it here typing abt wut i could do. ppl out there r starving n here i am eating almost 5 meals a day n still complaining abt it.

it's a shallow life, the 1 i'm living now. when my life's ambition is to marry well (hey, i'm being frank here) n have beautiful kids who won't rebel (quite impossible, i think), great job, n finally, go to heaven. o yeah, b4 that, i wanna go see the world, expand my horizons... widen my horribly cramped perspective of the world.

i'll try to be less materialistic but it's hard if u live where i do. where the mall is the only place to hangout n ur constantly surrounded by ppl pushing their wares into ur face. it's almost an agony to say no, really. but, i'll try. put my life back into perspective, get my priorities right n concentrate more on God n wut's important. but, i'm still going to get myself new sunglasses. hey, i'm gonna drive soon ya know... n don't even dare say that i'm materialistic.

Reasons To Go To School

Foreword: This article was written so because the writer was goaded by a friend into writing a cheerful article initially meant for the sch mag. But due to space constraint in the mag (and to make life easier for the editor, her friend), the writer didn't turn her masterpiece in. Prior to writing this, she has attempted to think of her glass as ‘half full’. The writer also wishes to state that she will not be held responsible should any party feel slighted or offended by the contents of this article. Lastly, think happy thoughts.


Reasons To Go To School

1.You never know what might happen the next day
Seriously. Like where L’s* bottle might turn up next. For those not in the know, she has wonderfully managed to misplace and recover back her; I quote Ms. Leong* “cheap red plastic bottle” in various places.The school canteen and under Ross’s* desk being one of the many places. Who put it there I wonder?

2.The weird wacky people
This school is a potpourri of different cultures, customs and mindsets. From jocks to drama queens, inspirational speakers to crafty businesswomen, how could school possibly be dull when we are peppered with characters such as these?
To me, small happiness is when Yap* condescends to humour the class by crooning her favourite songs. Or when my friends listen to me enthuse about Utt for the hundredth time with minimal eye-rolling and no snide comments.

3.Dodging the dreaded ‘Kelas Terkotor’ award… yet again.
“Reporting live from ABC (Arifian Broadcasting Channel), Head prefect Nikki* was heard reminding the residents of the class beside the agama room (5 A*) to clean up their act. Sources say that the aforesaid class managed to miraculously avoid being called up to pick rubbish in the school premises for the seventh consecutive time. The residents are duly impressed. It is later reported that the Arifians have been picking up after themselves and are generally living cleaner lives.”

4.Events and happenings in school
Being the self-confessed couch potato that I am, I’ll be the first to admit that 51% (that’s the majority by the way) of my social life happens here, in school. So I guess school isn’t such the ‘horrid’ place that I sometimes make it out to be. In my four ++ years in this school, I have (not in any particular order) turned entrepreneur and hawker (selling overpriced drinks on Canteen Day), upholsterer and interior designer’s assistant (decorating the hall with baubles the day before our ranger’s annual gathering), maid-of-all-work (scrubbing the walls and screaming every time a lizard drops out of nowhere during Gotong-Royong) and a performer (Speech Day).


5.The very essence of my school
Just being in school; breathing in the rather polluted ‘fresh’ air, getting love-grass stuck to your socks as you walk across the field, floating from class to class because of the shortage of classrooms…. These are some of the things that make C__ * so C__*. Yes, there are times when I get frustrated by the pointlessness of certain school rules. But hey! Would you rather be on the streets selling pirated DVDs instead of getting yourself a (not-so-free) education to better your future?

author's note: names of ppl n places have been changed to protect their anonymity

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masa itu emas

i got this in my mail... n really, i find it quite true. so u see.... u can't really blame us if we do badly right? i mean, wut's a student to do..? anyway, it's really so funny.

>>It's not the fault of the student if he fails, because the year ONLY has 365 days. Typical academic year for a student:
1. Sundays - 52 Sundays in a year, you know Sundays are for rest
. Days left 313.

2. School holidays - 50 where weather is very hot and difficult to study.
>>Days left 263.

3. 8 hours daily sleep - 130 days GONE.
>>Days left 141.

4. 1 hour for daily playing- (good for health) means 15 days.
>>Days left 126.

5. 2 hours daily for food & other delicacies (chewing properly & swallowing) - means 30days. >>Days left 96.

6. 1 hour for talking (man is a social >>animal) - means 15 days.
>>Days left 81.

7. Exam days - per year at least 35 days.
>>Days left 46.

8. Quarterly, half yearly and festival holidays) - 40 days.
>>Days left 6.

9. For sickness - at least 3 days.
>>Days left 3.

10. Movies and functions- at least 2 days.
>>1 day left.

11. That 1 day is your birthday. How can you study on that day ?!?!?!?!?!
>> >>Balance = 0

How can a student pass ?????"

another day in the life of denise

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i was editing some of utt's pics yesterday but somehow (n so frustratingly), i couldn't upload it here. ish! it's so irritating.... so i guess i'll jz haf to settle for the un-edited, boring 1. so sad :-(

well, so far... this week has been pretty happenin, for me dat is. on wed, went to gurney wiv yoong n qian to ask for sponsorships from the stores there -> for our prom. guess what we got for all our trouble...? rm250 worth of vouchers from eng optical. yup, dat's it. DAT's IT!!! can u imagine? we asked almost every shop in dat place n only ONE shop sponsored somethin. really... ppl nowadays r so stingy. o yeah, n it so happened dat all of the managers were 'out' meeting that day. i mean, how cliche is dat? unless it's the 'big meeting' of managers in gurney. is there even sucha thing?? seriously, jz say that u don't wanna donate a single cent instead of lying to our (innocent) faces. we might be young but we sure ain't dumb. one employee of S* was so terrified of us that she leapt back (literally) when i handed her the sponsorship form. how unprofessional. others jz looked blankly when we approached them. dunno if they understood us or not, but they said "no" in the end. sad.

we got really tired of bein lied to and being declined... hey, try gettin that like 20-30 times n see if u like it. but then, there were quite a no. of shops that told us to call their head office (in KL) so... dat's not really declining i guess. but still... a whole day wiv ntg to show except for what EO kindly gave us. in the end, we went to la manila's for tea (which eventually became my dinner... i was positively bloated after dat) becaused qian nursed some strange craving for cake. then, went to look around a bit for accessories, u noe... for the prom.

and today!!! 1st of 10 hours of driving lesson. n guess wut..? i got to drive on the rd!! it was so fun... once i mustered the changin gears n stearing n all dat... it was really not as hard as i initially thought. driving is fun! it went well cept for that one incident when a bus suddenly turned in n i was really near n the instructor was yellin at me to "tak brek, tak BREK!!" (step on the brakes in hokkien) n u know how it is when i panic... my brain jz freezes. so instead, i stepped on the gas pedal n i think, almost gave him cardiac arrest. hehe... sry, but u shouldn't make me panic ya noe... thank gdness my brain went into normal mode again before we crashed. aikz.. things like dat always happens to me i notice. well, at least i know i'm not boring. right? right???

and here's the hottest guy ever... ( don't agree? nvm, to me he is). ladies n men (gentlemen r quite extinct nowadays)... meet UTT, like THE most gorgeous guy ever.

is that true?

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comp -why pick on me???-

here's when i pour out all my greviences abt the comp. i spent like 2 hrs doing the stupid slideshow on rockyou.com n the comp rejects it. yea, u can see the big gaping hole in my blog. n now, i spent aeons editing n doing the pics n i can't upload them. this is crap i tell u. all of my hrs n work, wasted! if i knew this wud happen, i would haf jz went n did my hw. seriously. computers do make me lose it sometimes... ish!!! man, i am losing it. horrid, horrid thing. i could jz kick something now.