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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.