Lost and Found

March 8, 2012

Mom was overwrought that something unfavourable might happen to me when we were first informed that I was chosen to attend the national service camp in Miri, Sarawak which was two hours flight from my home. So, out of complete concern, she got me an amulet from some temple. Then I was damn worried that Mom would swallow me because I lost it. Careless me. I sent the amulet together with my class uniform to the logistic unit for laundry service. So like you should know, when I got the shirt back, the amulet was no longer in the pocket. Ta-da! It vanished, just like that. And there went my peaceful life. Mom said I was supposed to retaliate the "borrowed protection" from the God by returning the amulet etc. Complicated stuff.

Talking about this afternoon, our company -- Bravo jersey shirts were finally done! I was happy and excited to grab mine because our jersey design was presumably the sexiest (not literally) and best among that of the four companies so far. To my dismay, my shirt was nowhere found in the big plastic bag I thought looked like a Santa sack. Imagine my emotionless face though I felt as if I was stabbed by a thousand if not a million knifes on the inside. Okay, obvious exaggeration. Still, I want my jersey so badly. *I got it later at night. I seriously had no idea how it could be with the wira. (In the camp, female trainees were addressed "wirawati" and male trainees "wira".)

The shooting results were released a few days ago. I was grateful I had the chance to "play" with M16 rifle but it didn't mean the outcome was always glorious. So, I only managed to get 12 with the possible highest marks being 100. Pathetic. Real pathetic. I actually felt like erasing my name and marks from the display board. But I was totally consoled to see that there were quite a number of trainees whose shots didn't touch the target board, at all. =P Anyway, Bravo company had the highest average marks, making it the overall best company in shooting. This is it!

It was like a lost and found day, if you get it. =)

Unstable

March 6, 2012

I was wandering in the hope that I would stumble upon someone I could really talk to for a couple of minutes to wash away the boredom that had been haunting me. My eyes lingered. My legs walked in a slow but steady pace. I found no candidate and it took me a while to realize I forgot where I had placed my cute H2O bottle. Tell you a lame thing. I saw it resting beside a rubbish bin when I was throwing some waste papers away. Happily embraced it and walked back into my classroom. *mood lift* LOL

My smart-looking teacher for the current module, i.e. Mr Hafiz was not there, yet. Then I was stupidly alienating myself from the people. *mood drop* I tossed my head, examining my surrounding. The faint chatter grew stronger while I started immersing myself in own thoughts. How random and how unnecessary that my mind suddenly conceived nothing but the fear of abandonment, grasping me with its brutishness.

A day when my mood fluctuated, very much.

Another thing that was never constant was my weight.

When I first entered the Miri National Service Camp, my weight was 46kg. After a week or two, I shed 3kg. Then gained 2kg. Today I was a 44kg girl. Still underweight but I'm fine with it. =)

Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia :O

The first day of SPM, the official start of infinite anxiety and studying. We were in the battlefield, i.e. the Bishop Ferguson Hall (just to mention the grand-sounding name again in case you haven't checked my previous post already). The first paper which was the Malay Language Paper 1 (essay writing) was rather merciful to me. Yesterday's midnight oil was definitely burnt for worthy reason, it kind of saved my life. =) Sadly Paper 2 was a killer. Whatever I had spent hours studying just didn't appear in the question paper. :O Blame myself for relying too much on the inaccurate forecast question.

Anyway, it's over. Thinking positively, one is down, nine more papers to go. =P

Screw You

I simply hate it when she screams at me for nothing, when it's utterly unnecessary. I don't care if she's drunk. So what, if you're drunk, go get a sleep or regain your consciousness. Whenever she yells at me, she is reminding me of how she had wrongly accused me of nothing I'd done, for the umpteenth times. The look on her face. I still remember how she seemed perfectly sure that I turned my back on her when I didn't for the love of God. And she's putting me on the edge of anxiety breakdown. But the sorrow is not strong enough to drag me into the turbulent torrents of tears. She just makes me frown, as if tears are going to stream down my cheeks anytime but will never. I'm so tired of her leaving the strained look on my face. It's so bloody stupid.

One Week Left Before I Die! (not literally, of course)

I've been in St Mary Secondary Girl School for nearly five years. After one more month, I am no longer a St Marian, but an EX St Marian. How that single extra word can actually make a difference. You know right. Leaving school and then be lost in the cruel outside world that might chill the bone out of innocent teenagers like us, yet hidden with so much possibilities and opportunities. *sigh*

In that seemingly short but torturous month, the fifth formers have to sit for the much important examination, i.e. SPM in the Bishop Ferguson Hall, which is basically a small hall that can fit 1000 over students, provided that all of them place their butts on the parquet floor, and not in those comfortable cushioned chairs that eat up plenty of space, and money too. Bishop Ferguson was the one who suggested founding this school at 1912. That's like 99 years ago. Okay, get back to the topic. Exams... Ugh.... Throughout this year, we've sat for tonnes of exams and tests. First, there was Intervention. Then, Mid Year Exam. Diagnosis. Intervention II. SPM Trial. Now the real thing is coming. And what? I'm only six days away from SPM.

Honestly, I don't feel excited, scared, sad or whatever I should be feeling right now. I mean, it's only SPM. After a few years, my SPM result slip will be another piece of useless trash. Degree, Master or Ph.D. are more promising. I know I should strive for excellence in the present and I'm drifting rather far, giving myself excuses to not work for it. The art of procrastination, you will try to create whatever reason that sounds reasonable and trick yourself into believing that it's only right that you screw off.

Wake up!

It's Time For Change

Words of anger shot through my ears
Shocked and afraid a head would rear
Her face was grim, her stare could kill
I wished I could sugar the pill

This time, her heart beat no sympathy
Strongly, a slap landed on my face
"I am sorry" did no trick to thee
How I wished her wrath I could erase

Her look, her words and the ambience said
It was me who had forgotten the faith
I made her weep and it shall be paid
It was my fault for having misbehaved

I know well, it's time for change.

Written on June 7, 2010

The Other Truth

During the two-weeks holiday when I was supposed to be studying like a good teenager, I watched some Hong Kong drama instead. Now I introduce to you *drum rolls*

The Other Truth

Ruco Chan looks especially charming in this drama. He plays the role of Keith Lau, a lawyer full with sense of justice. And he's really cool. I mean, really. Mysterious when required. Sour when required. Hateful when required. Watch his eyes dart about as he speaks. Or when his tone changes ever so slightly. Or how his eyebrows gently twist to tell you he's not buying what the other guy is saying. The way he defeats all the villain in the story. Damn, I think this drama is just to melt ladies' hearts with his sexy (ew, sexy? but damn yeah...) character and bring him to fame and stardom. Okay, I'm not obsessed about him. He is just so cool. In the drama. I was really taken aback to know that he's already 34 years old. See how the actors and actresses can be brushed up to look so young and handsome and beautiful to blur the audience's eyes. But hey, I'm lovin' it. *evil laugh* Not forgetting Tavia who is also starring in this drama! But she's sort of over-promoted by TVB.

Tavia, such a beauty.

Ruco Chan, I like the bottom most second left pic.

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TRIAL AIN'T GONNA BRING ME DOWN. (Just see when I'll surrender T_T)

So, the spirit of SPM Trial Exam has been relived. We, the fifth formers have had our Malay Language paper today. For me, it wasn't that awful. It was rather easy because the night before, I was on Google, searching for samples of essays like crazy. But it turned out that 10 out of 10 essays I got online is IDENTICAL. I was like, seriously dude? Who is copying who now?

Anyway, that 10 essays, or shall I say, that ONE essay saved me from having to think about the points I should write. As I've sat for my Accounting and Malay Language paper, the burden on my shoulder certainly feels so much lighter. But HA... Just wait till I die when I'm to sit for the harder paper, like Biology? You should believe that I sleep during biology lesson. And I didn't bother to figure out what happened to Mendel and ovum or sperm after fertilization, oh whatever.

This brings me to studying 24/7 in front of the computer now, just so that I can go online. Then, feel guilty, read something. Lie on the floor. Subsequently falling asleep. Again, I'm seriously a procrastinator, not wanting to fail at the same time. (I think I never did. =X) Then the guilt comes and says, "HEY YOU'D BETTER READ!"


It's only the beginning of the trial exam, but I'm already excited to go for hangouts after the tormenting exams!

To all the fifth formers, break a leg!

Sometimes...