Holiday?

I was as busy as a bumble bee today. I woke up in the morning, ate some cereal, watched my morning TV shows. I finished all the cereal as i there wasn't much left. But, I was unsatisfied. The cereal was like just a starter of the whole new day. Soon, I decided to make my own bed, clean up my room. Shortly after that, my mother came back from the market. She bought some cakes and some Malaysian delicacies. I chomped down food like an elephant while reading the Sunday paper's comic. The weather was pretty fair today. It didn't rain for the whole afternoon, that was very pleasant. The laundry were fully dried, unlike some days, when the rain pours down heavily. I went for swimming after the hot day. I dipped inside the cool pool water, swimming around like a fish in the deep blue sea. The backstroke was not an easy move. Water kept on getting in my nose, giving me a weird feeling. I sneezed like I was out of this world. Somehow, it felt bad.

I folded the laundry, well, you should know why. My maid went back for a month's vacation. Somehow, not sure how, don't know why, my head was throbbing. Arrghhh.... another headache. I felt dizzy, like I was going to fall anytime.

By the way, the past few days, I was got into an argument. I hate to mention the person's name, but, the person should know it himself/herself. That person argued on the smallest matter in the world, as small and minute as a speck on a flower. But, I never want to remember this argument as it will spoil my whole week, month, even my whole holiday!........ Regret knowing such a unappreciative classmate. I got agitated.

Trying to forget those angry moments, I updated my long lost facebook profile and typed this post.

To that nameless person, I've got something to tell you. If I typed slower than you, all my post would have been shorter than yours. Unfortunately, mine is very much longer. Judge yourself before judging others. And, I don't spend much time typing.

Asean skills excursion-With the worst lunch ever

It was 7:10 in the morning when I woke up.
"Today's a Friday, and I'll be going for a trip."
When I reached school, it was already 7:50 am.
The bus will be leaving soon. The teachers took our attendance, split us up into several groups and it was time to go. About 30 of us when up a old looking bus, and it sped off to the highway. A usual trip to KL will take around 20 minutes. But our bus did not. It took 2 whole hours. The whole story started like this:

We hoped on the bus. The journey went on until the bus stopped somewhere. Some people said that a person had stomach ache, and needed a toilet badly. But I was not aware about that incident, just kept on the chat with my friends. While I shifted the air-conditioner's vent, some dirty debris just fell off the air-cond vent. Oh my, it was disgusting. The condition of the bus made it look like a 20 year-old bus. Soon, it stopped at a construction site, the second time it was stopping. I don't know why, but I suspected the bus driver doesn't know his way there, to the CIDB building in KL, Jalan Chan Sow Lin. The Indian bus driver had a hairy hand, and people were cracking jokes about his hand, which was placed at the gear. Some laughed, some had no reaction. After being in the bus for 2 hours, the bus reached the CIDB building.

The building was newly-built. New black tarmac laid on the roads, giving it a new feel to the place. I wasn't sure what Asean Skills was at the first place, but after checking out the net, I got to know furthur about the whole situation. I thought we had to compete among schools or something like that, but I was wrong. When I steped in, there were many booths, seperated by particians. Oh, there was actually a quiz. But, to summarise the whole story, the quiz was a waste of time.

My stomach was growling of hunger, reminding me about lunch. But, it was only 11 o'clock. I beared the hunger, until lunch time arrived. Alas, the lunch was worse than jail food. They served some crap, which consisted of 3 types of food in segmented containers. The crap was some stinking cabbage, one piece of chicken, and some lumpy rice. Eventhough the trip was sponsered by the school, but everyone was expecting something better. I had no choice but to eat the rice and chicken. Actually, the chicken wasn't that bad.

All my friends ate a little, sat still for a shprt while, wondering whether the food was edible or not. I lefxt the stinking cabbage aside, abandoned it. I guess it was cooked a couple of hours earlier, so the cabbage started to ferment. It tasted like mild vinegar. After a few spoons of "crap", my stomach felt a little pain, but it went off eventually. My tummy must be telling me that the food was horrible.

After that, I bought drinks-a can of iced-lemon-tea. I couldn't resist the taste of eat after the worst lunch I have ever ate. Then, I bought a slice of cake from the little cafe in the convention centre. The strawberry cake tasted horrible too. And what's more? It costed me 5.30 ringgit. I almost chocked as a result of eating some stale cake. The cake was dryer than biscuits. Then, I bought a cuppa coffee. Oh my, it looked so dark brown, I wonder whether that guy knows how to brew aromatic, soothing coffee. But, I did not complain anymore, as I was famished.

Then, I was told that the Lego building making competition was cancelled. What a waste of time. We did nothing for 6 hours there, so "I REGRET coming here."

The last Day of school

Ever since the exams were over, everyone seemed to look so happy. But there is one thing bothering me, it was bothering me. What are my results going to be? Would it be terrible or just great? At last, it was the really end of schooling days for this year. The last day of school, 11-11-08. I was nervous, knowing that we will be told about the marks. And, I got 74% for Chinese at first, but fortunately, the teacher sympathized us and gave us a higher score. I was very gloomy when I got to know the Chinese marks. Tears rolled down my cheeks, knowing that I have not got such a horrible score for Chinese this year. When our Chinese teacher left, it was one of my favourite lessons, Geography! But the Chinese marks spoiled my whole day, making me taste the bitterness of being defeated. Hoho, but I scored the highest for Geography, which was 98! I enjoyed the taste of victory after having a teary 30 minutes. Actually I did not break down into tears, maybe I was, in my deep heart's core. I was happy, delighted, but I could not stop thinking about my Chinese. Larger and bigger question marks pestering me, just couldn't stop figuring why I got those eye-soring marks.

A conversation was started between me and Cik, Phang.

"Why you look so sad? Feeling tired or sad?"
"Sad."
"Why?"
"I got a terrible score for my Chinese."
"Aiya, don't have to be so sad. This is not the end of the world. Maybe this will be for once only."
"....o..h....ok........"
"I got to go already. Cik Norhafiza will be coming in soon."

It ended.

Well, while I was asking around for other people's marks, (not because I'm nosy, it's because I want to know who got the highest.) one irritating girl (she's a PEST!) added in some irritating words. I was not even talking to her, then she just open her big mouth. I told her off, as I was pissed off. She had nothing to say after that. Served her right.

I was back to my place, trying to cheer myself up. But I failed to do so. I dislike Moral. It made me lose some marks. Alas, I only got 82, and I was expecting for a higher one. It felt stupid, ignorant and useless. My heart shattered into thin pieces, like china falling on to the hard ground.

I walked out of the school gate, without a mood to even greet my friends goodbye. Could I have done better? Or was I just too stupid? I was a sour grape, envying the higher marks of others for Moral. To escape from sadness, I told myself that I did not get the lowest after all, so what's the point being so unhappy?

Well, I guess I have to stick to the saying: 99% perspiration + 1% aspiration = Success.

Sleepy head

It was 4. 10 in the morning, I was jolted out of precious sleep when I heard knockings on the door. I was groggy at that time, after 5 hours of sleep, that totally wasn't enough for such a person like me! I knew it was the day I had to do some chores at home as my maid was going back to her country for a couple of months. ......(sighing) I changed and freshened up as quick as lightning, as we had to send our maid to the Low Cost Carrier Terminal (LCCT) airport. We set off the 50 minutes journey at 4:30 a.m., feeling the morning breeze hitting against me, fortunately, I did not get blown away. The roads were quiet as never seen before, the street lights shone brightly at dawn, leading us to the highways. Soon, the never ending journey started. The lines of lamp posts in front lined up like soldiers, those at the back soon disappeared in thin air. There were very few cars on the road, only big trailers, oil tankers and some big trucks occupying the left lane.

The LCCT is a vibrant place, not as classy as the KLIA, but there were too many people there.. Our maid wanted to fly Air-Asia as her hometown is nearer the airport where these Air-Asia flights land. The condition there made the airport like Puduraya, and you may even bump into anyone anytime. Haphazard. The airport looks a little makeshift, that's why it's called the LCCT. Expansion works are even started to cater the bigger crowd next time.

I slept in the car on the way home like a log. I caught up about an hours sleep. When I got home, what could be better than sleeping? I jumped in bed and slumbered until I woke myself up. Well, I was freezing silently in the car, and when I got back, my hands were still cold after 30 minutes. I was in doubt, unsure whether I'm still warm-blooded.

A:"Can I stop here?"
B:"NEVER!"
A:"Why?"
B:"It's too boring."
A:"What? That sounds like an insult."
B:"Really? Did I say that? What does "it" refers to anyway?"
A:"Fine. I shall stop HERE."

Pardy!

Well, it was a sad and a happy moment for me on Thursday. Our class had a class party, and very co-incidentally, it was also Ezral's birthday. Ezral is a boy from my class. The happy part of that day was exams were finally over, and the party has just started. Our class managed to get 200 dollars, in hard cash, as we got the third place for the school's jog-a-thon. Other than the 200 dollars, we participated in choral speaking and so, we got 50 dollars more. What a wind fall! Well, which was quite fair, knowing that our class funds were always running dry. So, with the cash, we bought 12 pizzas for the class and a big chocolate cake to celebrate Ezral's birthday. Since he is also known as fireman, so, Fireman turned 13 on that day. Actually, he was not called fireman for no reason. His name was quite special, but I couldn't remember it off hand.

We ate the pizzas in joy, and some were photographing. I was also one of them, taking shots of teachers and friends. At first, Loga brought a bag of flour, thinking that he may throw that bag on Ezral. But he failed to do so. Pn Anis wasn't very happy with him. So he had no choice but to throw it in the waste paper basket.

Then, out of no where came two prefects, who wants to meet those probates for next year. I was included in. Somehow, don't know how, Pn choong approached us. She said that she was finding high and low for us. Then, she remembered about our party.

She questioned us:
"Where is my cake?"
"I though you all are having a party?"
"Am I not invited?"

Sam said:"You want any drinks?"

Sam asked: "What drinks you want? We have Kickapoo, 100 plus..........."

Pn Choong said: "Wah, still got drinks. Ok "
Then, we offered to send the cake and drinks to the staff room, knowing that she was very tired.

When we got back, a cake fight started. Cake splattered all over, faces all covered in thick, sweet chocolate. It was shocking. At the end, all of us had to clean up the classroom.

Christopher told me:" This is my first time mopping the floor.''

After the cleaning was done, the angry teacher stepped in and her expression changed rapidly, showing us satisfaction. We got her a gift, and a heart shaped cardboard with all our signatures on it. The teacher was delighted. The wide smile spread on her face from ear to ear. As it was her last day with us, she thanked all of us with a short yet meaningful talk. Alas, I had to give one speech to the class too. I was nervous at first, just couldn't think of what to say. But, I got my way through. Happy and jolly. The school bell rung. All of us were carrying bags of form 2 books back.

That joyful moment was short but it was worth while having this party. No regrets.

Almost forgot, the sad moment was when the school bell rung. Would we even meet each other next year? Don't know.

Back.

Hey, it has been a long time ago since I updated my blog. How do you all like the theme? It gives my blog a funky look. By the way, it looks like you are entering another side of the world, very secluded and unknown. Well, since the holidays have arrived, I shall update this blog more frequently.

This should be sufficient for now. =]