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Entries for April, 2005

April 2, 2005

I'm not for prejudice. If I hate, I hate everyone equally.

I'm not for prejudice. If I hate, I hate everyone equally. Posted at 01:39 AM

Composure fails me right now. And so does modesty, but heck, I am; hands down, not entirely satisfied with The Argosy 2004. I'm sooooooo not satisfied. My sorry arse is probably on the verge of getting shoved into a candy floss machine by Her Serene Highness (HSH) Grand Duchess of Everything Siva Prasanna on Monday. This is so my luck.

Reasons:

-wtf happened to my front cover.....muy facil! the printer LOST it. with that said, they even LOST the sense to actually tell us they LOST it. and they LOST the sense too in telling us they were creating a horrendous, space disorientated new front cover. like, hello...it's a school mag. school people judge books by their cover. how thick can you get.

-they LOST...yet again, my 2004 wira debate report, and jac's 2004 rotary debate report. ignorant pricks.

-HSH siva prasanna told us to do major editting for my colour pages and i suppose i'd comply to that. some of the captions for the graphic pages were...forgive me...not meeting the standard of quality wittiness and/or maturity. i'm sorry, but, oh God i'm just not feeling them. just not. and we were SUPPOSED to edit them...being the ignoramous of the printers they are, they didn't hand us back the original copies for editting. how THICKER blood can get when your sieve of reliability cannot even hold water.....

-whoever it was whom was BRILLIANT enough to edit my 5th Formers' Farewell-cum-Grad Nite report was stupid enough to have completely ERASED the writer's name at the end AND was BRAINY enough to have added sooooo many grammatical glitches that now I'm even embarrased to admit it my own work. Ay, Dios mio...

-HSH siva prasanna's complaining why each page has a background...how oldskool can you get. what do you expect, every article to be printed on blank recycled paper?!

-i still am stunned with absolutely insensitivity by some of the manual cut-and-paste graphic pages' captions. just stunned...

-my name on the editorial board member page was spelled WRONGLY.

-and i reckon there are some other blunders i'd comment on but thing is, i still haven't gotten my copy, only flipped through friends'. and if that much of mistakes i could remember even from a random flipping session, God help me once i've really read through it properly.

Even still, this year's mag does have a difference to the past-years' issues. only the differences are not at a balanced state. be that as it may, we did a good job at the attempt. we really did. i'm not entirely horrified, i'm just...stunned. changes take time. time should not be kept waiting though. i just hope this year's batch propose a new graphic director QUICK. there's a handful i need to teach and they should start extra extra early this year. extra early.

p.s.: those insolent humans out there who're gonna try to make me take my words back i'd say, FORGET IT. i've grown to be 'mature' enough to stick my tongue out to remarks like, "*rollseyes*...braggart..." or "you're not being modest...dismodest (?) people go to hell..." because you know what, i'm through with silly little pig-tailed girls who come up with such pathetic come backs just to make do with the attempt in undoing me. FORGET IT. go pick on someone your own [low] level...

"my mouth, my consent. my words, my meaning, my understanding. if i want to run over the edge of Land's End's cliff thinking i can fly, who are YOU to stop me..."

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*~kudos to MGS' BM Debate Team for getting 1st runner up district level. They did well. La primero tiempo I watched a Malay debate on stage. More confined to ethics and extreme composure. More poetic. But I suppose the too-diplomatic presentations leaves sarcasm out of the question. the opposing team...ugh...gaylords. where has the sanctity within mankind gone to...

*~rotary debate finals...2nd speaker andersons won best speaker...otra vez. 2nd speaker of andersons stole my closing line "if i could preach anymore i would, but time clearly doth not permit me." 2nd speaker was better this round but best speaker...again??. oeuvay...

*~"The Offence Littering Should Be Addressed by Punishment Rather than Education". no offence, but i reckon sri putera should have won with the fact that sam tet was speaking particularly along the lines of how horrible and dispeakable littering is but failed to mention, howsoever WHY and HOW punishment works best to address litterbugs. yes, sweet wrapper = piles of sweet wrappers in sewage = baby mosquitoes = dengue, malaria, fever, but thou failed miserably to mention about fines, jail sentences and so forth strengthing your point as to WHY and HOW punishment works better...mon dieu!

*~"The Problem of the Tsunami is the Responsibility of Indivicual Countries, Not the Whole World". MGS is so jinxed. this is just utterly wrong. we speculated that. WE SPECULATED TSUNAMI MOTIONS WERE COMING OUT. but we were only watching amidst the mary-sunshine of make-up girls audience in vain. just in vain. and the motion was fair. but, alas, this year's rotary requirements were merely presentation and delivery despite the facts and figures battling on stage. adjudicators were more focused on style and delivery. ah, the irony of it...

*~they got a brand new, prettier trophy this year. ooooh, the shiny chrome trophy. oh it must feel good and do wonders to the beholder...

-----my coffee mug has been stolen and so has the contents of it. this calls for revenge.

Currently Reading - Mary, Bloody Mary Currently Listening To: Lene Marlin - Unforgivable Sinner

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April 3, 2005

Vanity Fair

Vanity Fair Posted at 06:18 PM

There has to be this warpedtideetwisted regulation whereby one must punish oneself for one's ultimate ignoramosity in making do holding onto a manufactured crap on a more than a make-do-with-crap day.

comprende?

Le sigh...well either way, if I could punish myself, I WILL. Still I can't find any way whatsoever in doing it, enough to justify the horrendously fucked up embarassment I chucked myself into this morning.

*que horror!*

I'm choking on horse guts to make myself believe the fact that the worst type of embarassment is a self-inflicted one. Where you put yourself unexpectedly in a situation of self-remorse, look left and right and spill all possible excuse you can think of just to buy time and the right moment to skadattle, but alas, circumstances were being CRUEL...of all days.

Oh heck, everything comes with a price. My consolation is that I was being sacrificial today. I believe I was. I stayed long enough to feel the bad bad aura all around and I lived through it. Well done, me. Half of the things I wrote up there might be a tad bit heftyly exaggerated in a way but hey, if exaggeration satisfy my current state of none-too-sober at the moment, so be it. =)

Tomorrow is another day.....do I have anything to look forward to?

Nyeeaah~

Just books. Like everybody else, just books. Books and teachers and a timetable for me once again till the very end. Just that, yup.

Oh, and helping out a friend who is 'under prosecution' by HSH Grand Duchess of Everything.

Suddenly everybody else seems like new, unexplained figurines in my life and I don't like that. It's just so very different. I'm not feeling the air around my old home anymore. Everything else seems so very distant. This past month has taught me a whole different guideline in judging situations that I thought I've been able to handle well before. And now everything starts from square one. It's not because I was away for long. It's because from where I'm standing, after so much that have happened, after that much I have had to reluctantly go through, knowing that half of the people who should have righteously been by my side through it weren't there, I feel insecure. I've leanred to share trust with some of the wrong people and it pains myself to only realise it now. Right now. But on the other side, I've come to also realise, the other good half were always and will always still be there no matter what, and I love this bunch so very much.

~When you've gone through so much, it becomes easier, the job of pointing at a fifth of the people you've once upon a time willingly made space for in your life and go, "you're out..."~

=)

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April 4, 2005

Mumsie-dud?...

Mumsie-dud?... Posted at 09:03 PM

For all the agonizingly horrendous amount of shitload we've been through and still pushing through, this can't be it,..can it? It just can't be.

Homicide attempts from all four corners facing out, one by one, deeper and deeper. This can't be all. I say, am still very intent in saying, they're somewhere, they are. Our little decorated gift boxes. Somewhere. Intact. Unsavaged. With pretty little coloured labels with our names on them. Just somewhere. It'd be nice to have a compass that works to our advantage right now.

I'm picturing a little goosberry shrub. Just underneath it. A dark nook where those pretty little boxes are stacked on top of each other. People don't realise they've been lying there long enough, those vividly coloured thingies so very hard to miss. But people always have had the impression that if you work for something, put an immense amount of effort on something, you're running towards the final frontier and only the final frontier. Look forth, no time for left and right. Look forth.

But you know what? Our final frontier, I think, is still under construction, so in the meantime, I'm going to retrace my tracks and go find those little boxes somewhere under my goosebery shrub by a fir garden wall because I think we could do with some consolation ourselves before that frontier of ours have been fully built. Maybe far bigger than what we have wanted.

I still believe something IS somewhere. Maybe we're not suppose to find them before they find us. They should know where we are. And they shall not go and hand themselves to unknown people they meet on their way here. They can't. They'll find their way. I'm sure they will.
to

I quote a blog of another; "There's got to be more to this..."

There just has to..

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April 5, 2005

80% cotton, 30% spandex

80% cotton, 30% spandex Posted at 06:46 PM

...currently in dad's horribly oversized work slacks which is practically hanging mid-pelvis, a polo-shirt, a pin-striped neck tie, a checkered grey blazer, hair snailed, and a miserable face...

THIS is me in 4 days, under steaming hot headlights, in front of 200 or so people, in a narrow hall, and the MAIN REASONS that i find it reeeeally hard to live with right now is having to;

1. dress like a guy.
2. walk like a guy.
3. talk like a guy.
4. act all emo like a guy.
5. sound like a guy??
6. play narrator AND fiance which means i'm still a guy...

In front of aaaaallll those people. No. 4 is probably the most disconcerting.

And I need to find a top hat...

I'm too much of a MIDGET to look even a wee bit guy-...ish.

Emo as a guy.......I only demo-ed it and they chucked me right in. Just like that. The irony.

-shrugs-.......hmmm

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April 10, 2005

A Colourful Interlude

A Colourful Interlude Posted at 12:40 PM

...this is what happened 3 days ago...

. I left my coffee mug in my room in the morning before school and coming back, only peeped to see about a fifth of my soured bitter goodness (!) was in droplets all over the table and stereo. Not bothering to find out why, I cleaned up...then only about half an hour later it hit me that I had to go dump the mug into the sink at least *rollseyes*. I'm forgetful nowadays. Sickening. So yeah, only when I picked it up, this critter was struggling and had half of its body above the depths of oh-so-delicious coffee turned bad. HAH!...guess I'm not the only one in the family lovin' it.

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...this is what happened the morning before yesterday...

BASIL GAVE BIRTH TO 4 BOUNCING ICKLE BABIIIEEEESS!!!!

...she started at about 6+am and when I came back from school, I saw 4 beautiful black kittens and i KNEW the father must be blacky. YAY! More family members...

they...are...ADORABLE.

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April 10, 2005

A Colourful Interlude II

A Colourful Interlude II Posted at 02:10 PM

...and this is what happened yesterday, 09-04-2005.

KINTA II INTER-SCHOOL ENGLISH DRAMA COMPETITION

Host: SMK Sultan Yussuf (SYS)

LOL, this is funny. For the past fortnight and a half I've been losing EVERY SINGLE WEEK. Let me say it again, EVERY SINGLE WEEK. Once every week as of 3 weeks ago. lol. Well the third time we didn't tecnically lose. For only 1 week of proper practice, 4th placing, me thinks, isn't so bad. We had fun. Oh boy we had loads of fun. I'm tellin' ya, it's so nice to be able to make friends with half of the people I wasn't so fond of before through debate, drama, choral speaking, and whatever else I am and was in. It's good. it's going good. Drama? Drama's more relaxing than debate. The pressure is shared by a whole group of people so people won't be pointing at anyone in particular and go "It's you, isn't it??" But debate's much much more exuberating. . This time around, the oh-so-typical "I don't want that...do it this way." attacks from all corners were still there but then again, it was worth while. So so worth while.

[Dressing Room]

~Sofia...1/6 of the props-people

ahahaha...Mr. Packard is so gonna love me for this. =)

~...by the homely paper fireplace

~sigh...i LOVE this pic...Puteri, yours truly, Ming Lee, half of Chee Yan, and a quarter of Pn. Helena.

[On-stage]

~Mummy and Ivan

Editted: lol, OH YEAH. Ivan fell 2 steps down the stage during his dying part and i thought if (s)he started laughing along with the audience,...would've fallen all the way down. LOL. When the props-ppl were carrying her on a stretcher to the back of stage, one of them banged into a speaker behind the curtains and it fell on ME...

~Stan and Ivy...aHAH! I could've ended up as the one on the left...*shudders*...but i'm thankful to Thee that Yoke Mun suits much much MUCH better as the fiance...'cos at the end of it all, naturally she had girls...pink girls drooling over her. What we heard was "MGS got guys, meh?..." lol.

~Finale...by the time I wrapped it all up it was exactly 19 minutes and 30 seconds. I'm good. lol

~Grand Finale...by the time we bowed 2wice, it was exactly 19 minutes and 37 seconds. We're GOOD.

The team [left-right]:

Hoo Yan Wun, Sarah Yung (Director), Yew Chee Yan (Props Director), Sofia, Samantha Yung, Khoo Su Jen, Yoke Mun (Stan), Anne-Marie (Ivy), Lim Soon Ying (Alice Packard/Mother), Joanna Loh (John Packard/Father), Lee Yi Chien (Isis/SisterII), See Jia Yan (Iris/SisterIII), Leong Jia Yee (Ivan/Brother), Aimi Syazwani (Narrator), Adilah (Snotty Boss).

Editted: And I forgot the ultimate joke during the week. When we were packing to go back to school on thursday from rehearsals at SYS, we practically took anything and everything in our reach from the stage and around it, ready to go home. I was the one doing last minute inspection in case we left anything and found this white plastic folder by the staircase and thought, what the heck, must be ours. In the bus, I opened it and...WHOOPSIE!!...It says there, first piece of paper, in exact words...: "Props for 'Rumpelstiltskin'; 9th of April 2005'. Scene I....." on a paper branded:

"Sekolah Menegah Kebangsaan Sultan Yussuf, Baru Gajah, Perak Darul Ridzuan."

Me: Er...Uh-oh.

Da'ana: Hmm?

Me:I think...I took SYS' property...*flips through more paper. saw the official drama regristration form, names of casts....and 3 copies of their scripts- Rumpelstiltskin*

Da'ana: *...* Aimiiiiiii!!....

[back at school]

Me: *to Sarah and Mun* uh...you will not guess what I accidentally have in possesion...

LOL, then I had to tell the teachers and everybody found out and we were discussing whether we should give it back 'cos they'd definitely say we STOLE it. I personally thought it was fated. =).

And NO we didn't read the script.....

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April 14, 2005

Piss and Moan

Piss and Moan Posted at 01:50 PM

I am saddened to the depths of my mortal being with the thought of the few selfish, ignorant, by far self-absorbed human beings I have had to encounter ever since the start of the year. There's a 'group name' to it but I dare not say.

"O' this profane realm of injustice, elusive must it be?..."

I cannot believe how self-centered about a quarter of my peers are. Honestly speaking, my heart tears for those whom have to bear the consequences of such crude minds and senses at work. It's a crying shame how these people chose to insensitively resort to silent exploitation, crowning themselves the upper echelons of the social community. CROWNING THEMSELVES AS THE KINGS AND QUEENS OF the social community, and guess what, simple said, it's injustice. It's unfair. It's so bloody unfair.

These people are the ones giving a badly stained name to popularity, to knowledge, to opportunity. they misuse the privilege of using the second and the latter to gain the first one and another quality that of which is known as RECOGNITION. How bloody self-centered can people get? They don't inform other rightful beings of what they wish to pursue, WHICH, other people of the same rank also are rightfully eligible to. They are a disgrace to opportunity. A disgrace to modesty. they try to brand their own names onto every official seal of honours they can, and in the end delibrately neglect the true, PURE meaning to...I can't say that word.

Did I mention they are mindless opportunists? Hell yeah, they are. And there goes HSH Siva Prasanna that one time yelling at us about arrogance and our lack of modesty and thoughtfulness to give chances to others. "You think you're the best speakers in all of MGS..." Well shave my poodle, wtf can you say to this?! I say eat your heart out because you obviously haven't opened your eyes enough to the real student body of yours. You only chose to pay attention to the minority and make a bigger mess out of them than a rotten sloppy-joe. Trust me, there's a bigger handful out there you ought to 'fidget' with.....

I hate selfish people. Everybody say aye.

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In other news, a prettier one at least, I had a nice heart to heart chat with a friend this morning. And you know what? Though brief it was I appreciate it much to actually say it right here, how much the talk meant to me. It's a shame we only saw our senses during the final year, huh? I'm sorry for whatever's done with in the past. Thanks, Vern.

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April 16, 2005

sickened...

sickened... Posted at 06:41 PM

I'm feeling hateful, so here goes.

If any of my DUCHESSES and COUNTESSES of form 4 librarians screw up any worse after this with ANYTHING...I swear I'll throw them off the balcony...

Period.
Gwen Stefani - Hollaback Girl

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April 17, 2005

i love milk

i love milk Posted at 04:26 PM

MILCHE

and they're dirt cheap over there. 62p for 2 pints of FRESH milk...here, a 500ml carton already costs 8 quid. there was this supermarket back in Darnall. Morrisons the only reliable one there apart from the Asian sundries and newsagents. it was our one-stop weekly grocery shopping store and it's gone. ever since December '03. And i've only just found out today. i loved that place. and it's gone. i used to buy sweets there after school. shop for stationeries there before school and the nice lady-cashier would let me cut-line because i should be running along to school at the time. it was the only place that sold my favourite farmer's boy fish fingers. the only place that sold super-rich blueberry breakfast muffins and buttered yorkshire puddings. that's where i bought my food tech. ingredients. everything. and it's GONE. sigh...woe is me.

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wholemeal and carbs-free....

wholemeal and carbs-free. end of story. if i come across the third person who tells me i look fatter i'm gonna have to eat alfalfa.

this is scary.

2 people. 2 PEOPLE have already told me it shows. i've put on unwanted flesh. o' distress is me for i fear the outcome of this. i have nothing against sized people, what i am against are people who do not try to fight it, it can be helped. it really can. and now i have to help myself too. today we had heavy food and i was terrified when i realised at the end of it i had a tub of mash and another of caesar's salad in rich mayonnaise that i insisted on finishing, on my plate was still half a chicken leg left and i've had oreos before that.

this is just so friggin' scary.

i don't want to turn into **** *****!!!

no mas. por favor. no mas.
Missy Higgins - Drowning

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April 17, 2005

i pull the rim of my hat further down...

i pull the rim of my hat further down... Posted at 07:59 PM

Countless times have I read, where the society complains about what are supposed to be done which are sadly not put to moving cogs and gears to the optimum advantage of all breathing creatures. It's better to rant on something which is for the good of one's satisfying indulgence, not get any much back, and merely nod to the thought that, "Hey, like anybody bothers to act on my behalf, I'm just writing because it makes me feel good. Who are you to stop me?..." We speak wanting to be heard but consequences do not permit us to do that always. We like to have our word thinking after the final, final full stop we click, there would be a standing ovation after a couple of people out there read the words once processed by our own cerebelums. We'd love to think of ourselves as 'The 11th Hour Samaritan' after the hours before us, people have been bitching about every other possible thing they could think of, and there we are, at the 11th our going..."I'm different, people will salute...no...kneel before me." We crave to make changes we think other people have never thought of. We crave to correct the wrongs to us every single lost and misguided soul out there are facing except this vision of sacrosanct reverie of us. We like to think that we're complaining about things others have never come across ever. And with thoughts such as those, we lift ourselves onto a higher golden-rimmed burgundy throne. We like to think that amongst the 6 billion living citizens of mother earth, the 300 000 members of our peer community, we can make changes that will forever shut them up. I say, don't we all wish? I'm not saying it is utterly, horrendously impossible, but I go with the principle, that before you see those little precious gems in your hands and feel them, do not talk as if you've found the cure to cancer just yet.

'The world is black
And hearts are cold'
~Chronicles of Life and Death

.....so why are we dying our hair barbie pink just yet?...
The Used

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April 18, 2005

well i'll be...lol

well i'll be...lol Posted at 07:46 PM

today we were at st michael's

today we bought waffles at smi

today vern and i buying the 2nd batch of waffles made cik najwa, the teacher with us...

........get a bloody parking ticket

LOL. RM20.00 and we insisted on splitting the fine into fours but heck, she was intent in getting us back to school and our stubborn arses back into class...

i loved today.....for some peculiar reason i do? and lol, yeah, if vern wasn't there it might've been different, lol.

this is priceless!

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April 19, 2005

my conscience found its humble sanctuary

my conscience found its humble sanctuary Posted at 11:36 PM

No direct offence meant but crying, bawling, sobbing in sappy vain abso-f.king-lutely do not justify ANYTHING. HOW in God's beautiful creation can mopey little whine-sters meaning, some of us descendants of Eve even THINK of using the power of the warm and salty and runny fluid (is it only me or do these descriptions sound odd...) as a tool...no, weapon of pity, sympathy, and to gain others' regrets? Foreheads should be smacked at the thought. It's being exploited as a ridiculous stock of joke. It is okay to cry AT anger, pain, agony, hopelessness, whatever, but why make it a ticket to self-indulgence? I personally think crying is for self-assurance but then again, I'm not entitled to speak for the rest of the green planet.

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strawberries are erotic. bananas are kinky. sex education is nature's teaching. what are we complaining about?

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today fate has been so testing. only now i'm thinking, maybe it was the fate of another that i had been sharing all along.

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April 21, 2005

Excalibur

Excalibur Posted at 09:39 PM

And so today once again I yawned and went, "Cualquier..."

I love MGS to bits. God help me I really do. I love it for the fact that it's my humble abode, my secondary database of life, my rightful pride. Half of my name was made there. It is the place where I once craved for the fairy icing (grrr icing.....) in my life of mundane mediocrity, yet it is also the place where I've constantly prayed for invisibility too. At school I've always asked and I usually get. One time I.....

Ya know what, screw that, I'm not in the mood to go all mushpotty. The point I meant to make was. Yeah MGS leaves me smittened sometimes but here's what i found out like, a year ago and completely FORGOTTEN about it.

Our school anthem's theme was ripped-off some civil-war, Mayflower, the pilgrims, Benjamin E. Franklin aged New Found World.

I was horrified (at the time majorly amused, actually) when I found out. Ever watched those old, black-and-white turned colour cartoons with lame, squeaky, horribly annoying pink characters in pink stories like Mary Had a Little Lamb or Tom Thumb(or was it?) or Humpty Dumpty and the Bad Egg and all those shit? Well there was one time, I was flipping through boring local channels and one had the cartoon introduction. It showed an 18th century Yellowstone National Park with an old Indian hut and yadayadayada then comes a white American with a huge rifle, and a racoon hat thingy, the music for the transcending intro was actually the tune to MGS' Official Anthem aka SchoolSong should I even insert an exclaimation mark here I wonder...

I swear to God, it was our school song. That cartoon was American. It was probably from the 1940s. If they stole the tune from us, why MGS Ipoh of this unknown and probably better off not known country of Malaysia at the time? Ptsk...

Ah...so our predecessors of the Horley guy, or the old English ladies and the convent that founded our school couldn't even make up some pretty up-beat tunes rather than the current [stolen] one that barely even have more than the interesting amount of notes. I'm sorry to say but the song revolves probably around 3 times over and over, as in the tune, only to different lyrics and for the love of God we're supposed to sing it with unconditional pride and joy ever single Monday morning, a song supposedly composed by the people during the time of the founding fathers of the Declaration of Indepence. Swell...?

Screw the song but MGS is still ours. The students made it happen. Not entirely the governing staff.

Had a 'grown-up' talk with my uncle today. He told of his current 'thing' which was that he's involved in the country's astronomy and space projects. He just sold 30 Russian Stealth-Bombers to the Malaysian Government and the service for airborne training crap that's worth.............a shitload amount of money. The NSA is currently waiting for the Russian's Aeronautics' department to give the green light and the helping hands before they can launch jumpstart. Wicked sweet...

If there's anything I'm saddened about it is tomorrow. We don't get to go again tomorrow. We don't....

If there's anything I hate right now is that time.....*rolls eyes*

And I suck MAJOR at selling. I hate selling. I have like a dozen coupons left to sell and I JUST CAN'T BE fucking BOTHERED TO DO ANYTHING.

I figured I just LOVE competitions. There was debate, then debate again, then drama, then currently NIE, then I've been supporting every other competitions I could like when I went to watch the bahas bahasa melayu finals, i lent my scrabble dictionary to my class' reps, i hung around the general knowledge quizsters for a bit, helped out the form 3 debate wannabes, excited for our choral speaking team, and tomorrow helping out with the pantun people for saturday. But ask me to sell a dozen coupons even to the closest of people I CAN'T CARE LESS to even budge a millimetre. I hate having to go all..."Oh please please please, goddamnit, please buy. Or just pay. Or whatever as long as I see cash. You'll have fun! Food and games and chicks and all...you can't miss out, every other people from other schools are coming. Don't be an outcast!...Pleeeease I need your money...". *huffs* How Ima be getting rid of those bloody coupons? I DON'T CARE...for now.

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April 24, 2005

my hat's been stolen. now i 'fess up.

my hat's been stolen. now i 'fess up. Posted at 09:24 AM

aww shit...third time in a month. Boy I oughta.....

whoever it was that voodooed/hocus pocussed/cursed us i hope you're HAPPY. Some of us have gotten the fumes from your stinkin' cauldron or brewery or bonfire or crap and had instant rainfall of frogs while SOME OF US have had OR STILL ARE HAVING series of very VERY unfortunate events. boo-hoo?

fyi, amongst all of us, fran has had the mildest of cases. unfair?!

major bummer. major, MAJOR bummer.

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You see, it goes indeed unbelivably cryptic, the effort of staying away from trouble, in the end you find yourself trying too hard and your final destination is a bottomless pit. Which is fine still, considering you're sub-ground zero and nobody can or even bother to notice you. Some very ruthless circumstances however edge you towards a supposedly bottomless pit but when you plunge into it it's actually a death-trap full of adders. And you're only 6 feet under. Ptsk.

Why even try at all? Sometimes I ask myself. Why do I bother to put in so much effort in trying to make something right or at least, not wrong when I sure as hell know the consequences only side me if the results are bad? No, more like, why do I even bother to even DO ANYTHING when I can just sit like a good girl where a good girl should be sitting doing what a good girl should be doing which DOES NOT INCLUDE GOING OUT AND LOOKING FOR ANYTHING and at the end, end up with zero counter still, which is...by all means, as long as I'm nowhere in the middle of a bloody battle or even anywhere near attempting to put on a suit of armour, lance crossbow sword shield helmet, and a stallion...when I, AGAIN, sure as hell know I can't even hold 3 bloody seconds on my feet with THAT MUCH OF HEAVY LOAD on my back!! What more go and kill other bigger people?!

Note to self: hello?!?! you can barely even hold a no. 13 bowling ball for 2 minutes without ugly veins popping out, why do it?!? It's just that...WHY DO IT??

I say, it's STUPID. Point blank it is. No questions asked. It's always been like this. And it's stupid how it's working out. How I'm trying for what I think is right and then still end up in oblivion.

But like they say, If at first you don't succeed (or at all),...hide all evidence and pretend nothing happened.

Have a nice day, citizens.

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April 26, 2005

MGS Fun Fair

MGS Fun Fair Posted at 04:05 AM

You know what the pixie is wrong with this year's MGS Fun Fair?.....

-the admins are only intent on selling godforsaken coupons, getting money back, getting donations.

Oh speaking of frigging which, where's the logic...no, modesty, more like, in HSH Mdm Principal going through class registration datas, studying students' daddies' occupations, pick out the ones with pretty rankings and distinguished statusses like doctors, and directors, and assoc. professors, list them down, shove the list up two nice teachers' noses, ask them to set a small quiet conference in the darkness of the upper hall with these students few by few, talk to them in almost muted tones about how the principal needs help in reaching the RM90 000 fund target and the final brute force attack is to actually give forms to well-earning parents through their kids asking them for donations of RM300 or more to be eligible for the ribbon cutting session during the opening ceremony of the auspicious event.....

1. wtf is wrong with her
2. WTF IS WRONG WITH HER. who does that??? who in God's earth ask for bloody donations? fair enough, listing down names from a register book doesn't exactly need smart alecs to do, innit? bimbos can do it too. and bimbos ask other people to continue the rest of the humiliating process...ASK STUDENTS TO ASK THEIR PARENTS TO DONATE more...MORE TO THE SCHOOL BECAUSE THE PRINCIPAL WANTS MORE....
3. if it REALLY was proper and SANE.....why did it in the upper hall in serene darkness of all conditions? a bit like realising it's wrong, is it not, though?
4. HSH has been focusing way WAY too much on selling coupons and moneymoneymoneymoneymoney all this while, she's only letting us off classes during the final, peak-of-the-preparation-period, week, and for every morning assembly, one of the topic of her daily bread for the school will be about selling coupons and has there even been once when she was really talking about the actual event itself? the actual event meaning how we're coping renovating the classes for mazes, game stations, food stalls and crap? how we're suppose to spend lots of time to make sure these should be up to standards by Saturday? how bloody well it's going to go?? NO....it's all about selling coupons. "as long as i get pretty money in pretty numbers from pretty loaded people, what would little old me care whether they're paying for the right fun and leisure on saturday...all i know is i already have their moniiiieeeee!!!!..." PTSK!
5. the date is so wrong. mc ladies can't come and neither can those who are taking MUET exams on that day. all hail HSH.
6. classes are still doing friggin homeworks and friggin pen on paper stuff in class when a quarter of them are outside sticking cardboards and bin bags on windows, making banners, tying this to that, testing this and that and the other boring half are still in class doing...sigh...you know what? let me tell you how long 3 years is... 3 years is 3 BLOODY YEARS left of waiting before you can get into this 'festive' mood again. an this is our last godforsaken year, for sobbing out loud! what is wrong with everybody?!
7. some people merely TALK and DEMAND. i was horrendously bothered today with the number of naivetes a quart of my class can be sometimes. i'm sorry, i'm no better, but i do take in to realisation. for moaning out loud, it's a bloody FUN fair and now the main thing we are discussing is how to top each other's classes with how much money they make, drafting the devised plan on the board like it's some kind of a political warfare, shoving more BLOODY COUPONS INTO hands of those which couldn't care less but to make our bloody demon's lair of SPOOKY LAND work?? and yet have barely i seen them doing much rather than getting people's attention up front talking like kofi annans while everybody else are listening as if obliged to. get a life, some of us are currently really in the mood of having fun for once. stop taking that right away from us...STOP IT.

-am sorry, i like my class, i like lots of people in my class but i took to my knowledge that some of us are not entirely happy with how some of the politics work. and how some competitions are not worth it because in the end.......we're only running for glory. whooptidoo...

~I swear to God i'm sick of seeing those EEEEEEVVVIIIIILLLLLL coupon booklets. 'To inferno I condemn thee!...'

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---other happier breaking news...my sister and i are both having banner frenzies. i'm doing the ghouls' lair one and she's doing her class' fillin' and chillin' stall...thing. thought of posting a photo of our ghoul house thingy banner here but couldn't be bothered to do snapshots. yeah i'm proud of it, so slap me. if you happen to pass by MGS anytime soon, or on saturday itself, go check out a dark, purple banner with a face of a pretty lady on the left-hand side. that's one of ours

. then there's also the spooky land banner with the cobwebs and skeleton guy, that's ours too.

then come to VSc1's ghost port in the class room after the main porch that's sticking out towards the field. that's our place. then there's also the pretty pony ride, and our game station where you can uh...chuck things. anywho, Saturday,...be there or we'll throw a chair...

....but you know what, what I really like about this fun fair is the atmosphere. shrewed but okay still, laughing our arses off while stitching hair strands in the corridor. seeing people bustling to and fro carrying boxes and buckets and God knows what else. GETTING PAINT ON MY UNIFORM...again. running up and down the school looking for teachers just so we could get into the needlework room to get...uh needles. seeing the class sketching out the maze planning. this is fun....only while it lasts.

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