It's amazing how it works, really. How guys can look 10 times more attractive than they really are on the streets compared to when you see them hardcore-athletic. Bowling might not be cross country dirt-bike awesome but watching little pre-teen guys to be all worked up, dusting the holes, wiping their balls (bola balls, you chav...), pendulum balls back-swing front-flick-hind legs slide across-balls go into impressively gorgeous hooks and *bam!* It just gives them the whole glamourous facade that can be so so intriguing. And This is BOWLING for edens sakes not tennis or footie yet. Lol.

I have been at the alleys everyday this week. Three nights at Jusco watching my kid siblings train for junior state qualifiers or whatever, others at Parade's alley watching the Junior Circuit Tournament. Oh and Jusco's alley is such a retard, I think the pins are hollow...I scored 158, 144, and 144 in a row the other day, never have done that too well at Parade's, lol. I envy hooksters...

So anyway, last night went to watch my brother playing in the qualifying round for the junior circuit thing. He was playing the same lane as his kid KL player. Tengku Nazrin Shah, so must've been a royalty. He was probably like 15 or 16...-ish. Cute. Nice lad and all, pleasant. His brother was more adorable though, eheh. Besides the point though, along with the KL players, came a bunch of frilly...frilly girl-supporters. Frilly in my definition is slutty but not too much...I'd call them skanks only they wore Moschinos and Esprits and shit. Ugh, sooo didn't deserve it. So anywho, they THOUGHT, coming from KUALA LUMPUR and all they were fifty thousand classes higher than us. Blardy cheeks. Pushing around and stuff, squealing names and all, cheering unneessary remarks, shimmying their fat-cow arses in front of very professional audience I dare say. "Tengku! Yeah, go Tengku!!...Tengku!!?!.......*jumps up and down*.... Ala, Tengku sombong lar...".     "(name I can't remember)!! I miss u..."  OMG, get a social life! Not like it was a strip tease or summert. And you were fat, not like I have anything critical against big people but it's when circumstances like this, whereby the person thinks she's soooo ohmyfrikkingod SIZZLING HOT and drop dead gorgeous, that they should definitely keel over and die... I quote myself before, ACT YOUR WORTH, HONEY!!....

Anywho, but bowling's fun. Lol. Admiring bits and pieces of so the drama at least made me feel like the better person compared to them. Lol, don't agree if you like, whatever. I'dve slapped them for being soo irritatingly rude but my parents were there. Ahahaha. Balik kampung lar.....

Today was the quarter finals. Better though cos miss prisses weren't there. Watched for a bit then had lunch with Peoy and her sis and then went in for PINK PANTHER!!!.....!!! Pink Panther was fucking hilarious I forgot how many times I dropped my popcorn. I LARVED the "Ay...wernt...twah...bee...ah dumbrebeerr..."...... *slams table repeatedly...*

I've been out everyday lately even though at times shopping on my own I feel rejuvenated. Heheh. I very much prefer shopping on my own....

Anderson's Fair thingy tomorroooow......

One of the shit I hate the most is when I'm in my room and somebody opens the door just like that without knocking or anything. I swear to God no matter how polite the person is, or how nice we were to each other seconds before thet I'd feel like choking the person no questions asked. Even if I was just lying on the bed doing absofuckinglutely NOTHING,...NOBODY...should have the right to open the door and take me off guard. NOBODY...Oh, and, if you see me sitting quietly and it obviously LOOKS like I'm thinking, most probably I wouldn't want to be asked "What are you thinking?..." or worse....*waves hand frantically in front of my eyes to make me blink*. HI?! ANNOYING???!! If i don't 'look' like I'm thinking then maybe...just maybe you can interrupt me.

 If nobody cares to intrude my privacy I'm a nice person by nature. Really.

So you want to know how I did. So you're keeling over for it. So you got your own slip right in front of you waiting for it to start comparing. Like I blerdy care, child, ask me personally. I'm pretty much ECSTATIC about it enough as it is . This is the confused little munchkin who got tangled up in so many co-curricular activities, paid not-so-much attention in class and pretended to work 'cos everybody else were most of the time. Failed ONE subject for the first time in her entire midget life. Went out to make school life more interesting to herself even though it meant she had to be a rebel going unnoticed when it matters. Getting picked on by her class teacher just because she's less than kiasu. Hid in the Kenyon Cottage painting and sketching without people knowing when she's depressed or stressed-out. Struggled so much with Chemistry she hated the class so so much and considered dropping the subject....and whatever. I did good, my definition, yeap. So go stuff it if you're even thinking of differing 'cos I seriously can't care less. =)

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And OMG I sooo can't bloody wait for the WIRA DEBATES!!! This time around, no district level, the whole of Ipoh's schools will be debating with each other pick'n'mix style. MGS is against ACS in the first round. If we get pass that we'll be good....GOOD I TELL YA!! And slap me but I'd really like it if MGS gets to go against SMI again this year. And thrash them so good they'd wish they'd brought extra trousers, LOL. This is me sounding bitter. But bitterness is what gets a competition blowing bigger bubbles. BIGGER I TELL YA!! Next Monday...I'm so so so excited for the whole team the adrenaline rush is overworking my stomach...

Dates for Rotary's not confirmed yet. But that too will be GRAND I TELL YA!!

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If tomorrow's a bitch I'll never enjoy my birthday ever ever ever again. Payback after last year should be nicer.

Fifty thousand text wishes, and I'm almost sure I haven't gotten to reply to all. Lol. Fifty thousand, not that I'm complaining. Fifty thousand is just a metaphor for a lot, okay, I don't like it when people correct my metaphors =P. No arrogance intended.

So my phone munny's coughing dust already, eheh.

 I even got greetings from my BJJ instructor Uncle Vince, and Uncle KK from Australia which brings me to my next point...

Francessca Lee has got an ACCENT!!!......Wahahahahaha, it's not like a thick outback accent but you know the typical american blonde accent with the 'coily' likes and prissy tone. LOL. Well yeah so long as she doesn't come back with an Aussie accent, whatever.

I remember this part hit me when I heard it, "Omigawd, lyk that's so nawt rayte..."

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So the actual prominent signs of a legitimate 18 year old is not showing yet. These days I walk through the school gates with the guard-lady thinking I'm a student. People still mistake me for a 15 year old.  For one thing I'm definitely grateful that this year's birthday's better than the last. The last one made me hate birthdays, period. Mum got me a PURPLE cake last night . Presents from the mother and the father were nothing extravagant. Some personal stuff and mum also gave me her little Hermes lotion kit thing. Oo, I got a notebook set from Caryn and am already using it for debate, . Bro and sis gave me chocolate oranges (!!!) but they ate half of the box already.....

GORGEROUS Miss Azana got the debators to sing me happy birthday in the cyber room, lol. Some pals were beautiful enough to have called to wish personally, heheh. On my friendster page, there have been people wishing me happy returns since the 10th, and one who wished a...belated one on the 13th . Lol, anywho. And Ee Lin just wished with her typical "Save the best for last..." trait, aha.

I miss BJJ training.....

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Oh but the best achievement, for myself that is, for today yet, is that I cheered my little sis and bro big time. We fight like we won't be needing each others at our weddings often, but when I make them happy I feel good .

Came back from bowling with the family an hour ago. I SUHCK at pro-bowling. God if there's anything I'm jealous of my younger siblings is that they're bloody creative at it. I tried doing the hook throw and guess what, I STINK! GAAARGSot(^&cvb&pntviceu#d%$(*#)_?<"!!!???!?. My flick was WEAK....my hook ws SUPER WEAK it looked more like a reluctant twist. My ball didn't even spin properly. Plus I was using my FEATHERweight plastic ball. EIGHT POUNDS AND I COULDN"T EVEN HOOK IT.....gaaaaarrrrrr.....Sooo mega jealous. My brother's hook is gooorgeous. He has the whole flexible posture and all flowing nicely with the momentum. I take more than 6 footsteps. If some expert reads this I'm stupid, lol.

Am probably going out with Sharon on Friday before she flies back anyone wants to join? =) K, dead beat.

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Today was almost a bitch but fortunately for her I appreciated the good things that she also brought apart from ten thousand ways to make me spit charcoal out of my mouth.

 ##^%$**(&&**&&$%*)!!!!!!!!

 ~ Today MGS lost in the first round for the Wira Debates. "OOomigod that's like, so not pretty?! etc...etc...". Yeah we lost, it was none of the speakers' fault from both teams, God I sat down trying to figure out any major bloopers and there were NONE. Major ones, that is. And you can't blame us that we got ACS for the first round and other schools got rural ones...no offence meant. I'm not distraught, my team's not distraught (seriously, they enjoyed their first real one), so stop being such a MEAN COW about it. You were not that brilliant of a debater yourself once upon a time, you know. Yeah I know you and you know I would. Tsk tsk.

 ~ I lost this handmade card from a friend. I even looked under the car, okay? This is so unfair.

 ~ My head is still throbbing. It hurts like it hates me. I took actifasts but I can still feel the pulse in my right lobe...

 ~ I'm having an allergic reaction to something on my cheeks and arms.

 ~ The ultimate was that, when I left Anderson's today I wasn't happy. And damn it wasn't because we just lost. That's why it was so unnerving. Cause I left with a very recessive feeling. Cause sometimes when you say you rather not talk to a person ever again for a reason or another you really mean it...

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Nice stuff:

 ~ It's nice when people come up to you and literally say "I'll never forget you. I watched you change and I'll never forget you..."    

 ~ I made aquaintancy with a bunch of really nice people over the week.

 ~ Tonight's dinner was sublime.

 ~ Dan sent me a voice message wish the other day. Lol, that was cute.

 ~ I'm a good liar. The end. =)

 ~ I've currently no proper, external worries...

 ~ My mini pot is still healthy.....you hear that siti....ber?!?

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I believe the existence of one single if not many, person(s) that can be so unbelievably annoying even in writing defies no possibility. I swear to God of all people I've been sooo irritated with with the way she speaks, the way she laughs, the way her DISTORTED brain work in very much plastic cogs and gears, how she turns every pretty clean theory into a subject of mockery it just amazes me to the point of agony. God needs to put her in such a helpless situation where her bull won't be able to save her. For one I think this person, I'll name her *Ange, well I think Ange is just in it for the fun of being DIFFERENT it's already reaching FREAKATURE...You hear that Ange?! I just made up a brand new word for you! Cause you're a piece of work that's caught up in your own tangles that YOU think makes yourself look cool but it doesn't?... I remember one of the billion times I argued with this little prick, it was on the Open Hall stage and we were preparing stage deco for this bigass event or another. I had the staple-gun in my hand and was at it while trying to shut her cock-talk up I could've just driven the thingamajig into her neck. I don't hate her just despise her twisted mentality. I DON'T LIKE HER, end of paragraph... 

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Oh i'm so tempremental it's making me nauseous. But in a way, the good news is that that way, It's rather easy for me to think of the good in people after attempting on making myself hate them before. But I guess, come to think of it...terms only limited to some people and less to others....=P

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ACS WITHDREW TODAY. DOES ANYBODY KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS? IT MEANS...THEY SUPPOSEDLY 'THRASHED' US FOR NOTHING. THAT MEANS, THEY COULD'VE JUST DELIBERATELY SCREWED UP YESTERDAY AND LET MGS, WHO NEVER WITHDRAWS, TO COMPETE TODAY. GAYGAYgay...IT IS SO UNFAIR. WHO WERE SUPPOSE TO SPEAK AGAINST TODAY?...BAINUN!! BLOODY UNGRATEFUL...people...

Consequences are playing games with me. And guess what.....its not funny anymore. Now I'm a confused little mistake. I've been awake until 3am every night for the last four days or so thinking, and guess what?.....it's not funny anymore too. It's not funny that days have been seeing me make a fool of myself in front of hundreds, and hide behind closed doors in the midst of the public just because I've been off guard too much lately. There are three situations that can undo my self-esteem. Obviously I'm not telling but for what it's worth, all three got to me within the span of the last week it's almost bizzarre...and apparently, it's never been funny...I don't like these literally rainy days either. I need a great big hug like never before.

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I don't like standing on the brink. Being sombre makes me a very demanding person. I'm not nice when I'm demanding.

I'm tired of walking backwards. It hurts my hamstrings after a while. I bet, Ipoh would be a better place if I just can leave. Right. Now.

I Hate Adolescence.

Adolescence should STOP.....once a child hits the LEGAL age, okay?! THis is just so unfair. My hormones are not the prettiest of things. They make me ILL. Bloody hypersensitive mingin' bitches my hormones are...

I tell you, even RAINY DAYS irritate it. They start playing tug-o-war with my stomach cords, pull on a couple of USELESS heartstrings, cheat my cardiac muscles into anaerobic mode. STUPID HORMONES. MY adrenal glands are getting, TIIII....IIIRED, alright?! RRRAAAAArrrrrrr....

Adolescence is a torturous part of growing up and it's unfair too for the people around me tolerating my moods. My Goddarned temprementally emotional days making me feel like the most self-important little squirt in all the land. I don't deserve it.

I need girl-therapy. And I shall get. Mine. Tomorrow.

I Love My Girls a times more than any other guy can ever make me, I swear it,  and I intend to keep it this way for a good while...

They make me want to stay unattached forever*, so that I can hang out giving 110% attention to them until the last of us starts a family. (We've already supposed who'll get married first but ever thought of the last?...I so don't mind being it..). Having zero commitments is like the best thing ever now 'cos this is just pristine as it is. Pristine with ... During my term breaks at uni later, when I come back to Ipoh, the second bunch of people after my family I'll see first will be them...obviously we'll do much MORE than just seeing each other, uhuh. We're young and eccentric in the most endearing way when together. I know I do this a lot, just that I want people to understand this to the extent where they dreeeeam to be bestfriends with us, because we're just oh-so-FABULous...

So today...:

~ met up at school frikkin early in the morning waiting for our ride...Nana comes along in her Volvo and drove us off to Polo Ground for jogging.

~ literally took CENTRESTAGE at the park, sat down and told one thousand and one stories we've missed out on ever since the last time we met...how our ex-es our doing, who's dumping who next, giggle insanely at stupid jokes, make fun of mums in TIGHT leggings doing aerobics to some ridiculous music, lol....oh and jog, obviously, haha.

~ breakfast at Samudera. them making fun of my milo kurang manis...ahah, cute little ais krim gorengs, rotis, the waiter guy hitting on Azimah, LOL...fighting about how kerabatship works when this opah in Salvatore Ferragamo came in, ahaha...

~ went to Jusco...walked in through the main entrance...Peoy turned right for this supposedly cute Ariff guy who works at Coffee Bean, Nana turned left for this supposedly other cute guy who works at Black Canyon usually standing by the cake fridge.....neither of them saw what they wanted to see, AHAHAHAHAH =D. Supposedly cute Baskin Robbins guy...not there. Supposedly cute MPH guy...not there. Secret Recipe closed so supposedly cute or not, the guy's DEFINitely wasn't there, AHAHAHAHAHA2, depressing. Sat around feeling suddenly SLEEPY, lol, talked some more about shit we care about. Like what type of floral festoons Ika wants for the reception on her wedding day, LMAO.......that was so unnecassary but there you go...

But when we were riding out of the parking lot, passed by Black Canyon and the supposedly oh-so-cute guy was there by the glass door, so being cheeky and all we honked and waved at him and he waved back but about 12 or so people enjoying their food stared too. HAHA, priceless i tell you...

~ left to send Peoy home. Either she was a bad direction-person...or Nana was a bad direction-taker, cos we took ten thousand junctions before getting to her house, it seemed, kahkahkah. I remember Siti making a lot of noise so I can't really recall anything PROMINENT enough that she did, AHAHA...

~ on the way out of that neighbourhood, we passed by this guy in front of his house with his bike...he was hot, okay. So OBVIOUSLY Nana slowed down when the car was just in front of him and everyone in the car looked...lol. Then she went smth like..."Kite U-turn lah!..".....and we did. *rollseyes*, so i slipped on my shades for protection, ahaha, and the guy looked at us again this time with that HOT confused look...kthen we had to leave the neighbourhood, remember.. So...the car turned around...again...so we had to like, pass by in front of his house again and he smiled this time. LOL THAT was embarrassing....in a cute way, hahah.

~ kay next EGGciting part...on the way to Sitis house the back-left wheel hit something mega hard, the car jolted...er, proper at the time. So we went on for a couple of kms...before we realised the car was leaning sideways not...prettily...checked and the tyre was BUSSSSTEDD....XD.....a bit i guess and Nana got panicked...majorly panicked and when she panicks she drives even crazier...with a busted tyre...After a while the driving felt fifty times worse and the fume from the axle was intoxicating so we had to pull over. Checked the tyre and it was BEYOND screwed...strands of metal from the tube were poking out through big big BIG splits it was scary...good thing Mobil was nearby, so she drove there...fast...and good thing too there was a spare tyre in the trunk. Lol and the rim wasn't fucked too, amazingly...but the plate-cover's gone....Come to think of it now, it was eggciting...cos it was hectic and all and one heckuvan experience...i like....=)

.....so summarising typical us-stuff that happen like the ones above, I adore these people so much it's overwhelming....