You know what would look good on you? Me

    Happy 50th post to me! Remember all the times when all we had were pick up lines?

I'm in the midst of doing my Add Maths project right now, not cause I'm rajin, but because I'll be very busy this WHOLE holiday. Then I realized just how stupid it is, this whole project I mean. Look at this question!

REFLECTION
While you were conducting the project, what have you learnt? What moral values did you practise? Represent your opinions or feelings creatively through usage of symbols, illustrations, drawings or even in a song.

WTF?!

     BTW, I just want to clear something up. Me finishing the majority of the exam papers WAAAAY earlier than everyone and then sending them as soon as I finished was not me trying to rub into other people's faces that I'm so smart and all.

     Because I'm not, okay. Look at me, and tell me what do you see. A normal, nothing special person kan. I'm not WAA, period. I'm just soooo thoroughly unprepared for that examination that I couldn't handle having a piece of paper which I can't answer on my table for hours at end. Frankly, the lack of studying  is now coming back to bit me in the tush.

Look at this abomination.
M3= 86%
+M3=77%
ENG LIT= 60%

When I saw my results, my heart literally fell to the ground. It's like the pit of my stomach became hollower. You know, how losers should feel on a daily basis. After I get all the results, I'll post it, my very own wall of shame.

BTW, all my science papers? They can go to hell. I'm so disappointed at myself, I need to find a way to get me out of this not-studying rut.


P/S: Whateves, Singapore is tomorow!

YOU MIGHT HAVE TO LOSE CONTROL BEFORE YOU COULD FIND WHAT YOU'D BEEN MISSING

      The education system of Singapore is really designed to mess with Malaysians' mind. Imma tell this once and after this, my lips are sealed about this.

     Day 1 of Hell

     Went to Sunway Pyramid Convention Centre for the M3 and English test. saw the board and gasp when I found out 373 people are sitting for the test in KL alone. Sat for M3 test 1st, and basically spent the next two hours staring at the paper. Handed in the paper, practically blank, cause to tell u the truth, their M3 is WAAAY harder than our +M3. Yes, +M3.

     Then sat for the English paper. 1st paper was basically asking you to give definitions and explain the definitions for a few words and terms which even the most civilised and urbanised Malaysians would never hear about. After that, had to make a summary based on a passage, which was very nice to read btw. But still, it was hard.

     Then came the 2nd English paper. 30 minutes given to write a 350 words essay which can hopefully knock the invigilators out of their socks. 2 topics were given and I chose to write about my views regarding what students learn when they get involved in social or voluntary work.

     Mine was so sappy I practically cringe the whole way. BTW, I ended my essay with this quote. "Who can put a law unto love? Love is unto itself the highest law". Don't ask me how it is relevant to the essay, my guess is as good as yours


     Day 2 of Hell

Hence came the General Ability paper, which is basically an IQ test. They gave 20 minutes for us to finish 48 questions! BUDU! It was all about shapes and colours and after I finished the paper with three minutes to spare, I just lay my head down cause I was beginning to get drowsy. The guy sitting next to me? He couldn't finish about 8 questions. HAHAHAHAHA, LOSER. Woooi, haven't you heard of the phrase, "tembak saja lar?!" Such nerds.

Let me break down the population okay. Among the 900++ people who came for the test (including Sec 1, Seec 3 and Pre-U), around 90% were Chinese, 7% Indians, 2.9% Malays and 0.1% Kadazan (Me!!) . Even then, the Malays are mostly from Brunei. Only 1 or 2 were actually from KL itself. And I was the only Sabahan there. I guess it's because Singapore practices meritocracy, and not, you know, rascism.So the non-Bumis and non-Malays have as much chance as the next person.

So, no matter how you look at it, Singapore trumps Malaysia, every single time.There's practically zero corruptions, their efficiency is just amazing, and everyone can be assured of equal opportunities, regardless of their race.I know what I said about Singapore before, about how it is not worth it because of all the W.A.A they have. Still, it is the perfect stepping stone to better opportunities, opportunities I know Malaysia won't have for me.

P/S= Please, please, please, let me get the interview because I know that's where I can truly convince them of my worth. Please God, pretty please?

I'm sorry I made such a drama of this whole thing, tears and all.

Thank you

Thank you for being there;
 For showing me the path;
Thank you for always caring and giving it all you have;
Thank you for not running when I needed your help,
 and thank you for always staying by my side,
and giving me the courage and the pride to do things I've never done before;
Thank you for always being there for all of the sad times and the thrills;
Thank you for always telling me what’s wrong and what's right,
and thank you for helping me on the path to life
But most of all, thank you for telling me that I can,
 and still reassuring me that you'll be there in the event that I can't
THANK YOU.
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Today's the day, and I'm scared. But I'm ready, and I'm gonna show that I'm capable of this. Whatever the results may be, so be it. I've done my best, so no regrets. I need a hug

Everyone is entitled to be stupid, but some abuse the privilege

     I'm certainly not one of them, I'm stupid everytime, man I'm dumb!
So I took this IQ test to prepare for the freaking scholarship test next week, you know, the one I surely won't get. Whateves lar. Oh, and my IQ is apparently 122. WOW, kinda low don't you think, a score you'd expect an ape to get.

An example of a general IQ reference chart I.Q. Range (15SD) Intelligence Classification



25 - 40 Severe mental disability


40 - 55 Moderate mental disability


55 - 70 Mild mental disability


70 - 85 Borderline mental disability


85 - 114 Average


115 - 130 Above average


130 - 145 Moderately gifted


145 - 160 Highly gifted


160 - 175 Exceptionally gifted


Over 175 Profoundly gifted


     Fine, maybe it's not sooooo bad, but I thought got chance I get the gifted section of the people. But no, my  IQ range has the word average in it. Great.

So this is what they describe for people MY standards.
Inventive Inquisitor
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Your IQ Score is: 122

You have the unusual talent of being equally good at both mathematical and verbal skills (ini yang saya suka!). That, paired with your thirst to learn through experience, makes you an Inventive Inquisitor.(whatever that means)



Your strength lies in the methodology you have naturally adopted to understand the world. Basically, you have perfected "learning through living." You have a unique ability to teach others (look at this NERD! Haha) by taking them through actual experiences. Your talents come in handy especially when confronted with unfamiliar or unproven situations. Most people search their brains for previously stored information that might help in a given situation. You, however, take things as they come and see things as they are. You are a great improviser (more like bullshitter) and are probably open to an unusual amount of change. Another Inventive Inquisitor who demonstrates this very point was Ben Franklin (Eww, wasn't he assasinated or something?). He suspected that lightning was a naturally occurring electrical current and realized he was correct once he conducted his famous kite-flying experiment on a stormy night. This is the type of novel approach that keeps your perspective fresh. Chances are, it has also helped you develop an unusually worldly sense of things. (What do you mean unusual?!) You use your inherent wisdom to branch out from what others too quickly assume to be the most "rational" solutions. This talent enables you to approach things creatively instead of following the rigid paths of life. (This line makes my day. At least i'm not, you know, W.A.A)
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P/S: Wish me luck, I know I'm gonna need it. A lot of it

Keep talking . . . . . I always yawn when I'm interested (RANTS AND VAINESS ALERT)

      I always thought I was the biggest git, EVER! I mean, I'm vain, selfish, self-centered, bitchy and more. What?! At least I tahu sedar diri oso okay. But I was wrong. I'm not the biggest GIT. YOU are! You think very nice kah you go and ask teacher what experiment coming out for BIOLOGY! and not tell us? Not that I need the information, I've done what most people call studying. But still,  exam is suppose to be fair, where a person is judged by their ability, not by their ability "to get their hands on soalan bocor". Fine, sometimes teacher gives us a little heads up, but at least it is still fair because everyone has that same information.

     But when you hog that type of info to yourself and only choose to tell a selected few of your friends, then that's just wrong! Thank God I got a wind of that, cause then I told everyone in class 30 minutes before exam and made the exam an even playing field it should be. I saw how your face fell, bitch. What, trying to take my Biology throne is it?

Well, you're welcome to try. Getting 82% is not that hard, I would know. Don't hate me because I never have to work hard like you do and still beating you in everything, every single time.

I made mistakes in drama. I thought drama was when actors cried. But drama is when the audience cries

     Okay, maybe our drama was more comedic and the audience tends to laugh at the various hilarious scenes, but still....

     Well, all I have to say is skipping school to watch the drama competition was TOTALLY worth it! It's really inspiring to know that this people put a lot of effort and sacrifice for only 20 minutes worth of talking and action. And watching Convent perform during that duration of time made me wanna cry cuz it was just SO DAMN GOOD.

    Fine, maybe we did not dethroned La Salle, but 2nd place is not bad. Hey, no regrets rite guys?! U noe I love you people, even though you guys call me a git and a perv. Well, at least I have friends to hiss with and AT now. Jangan kau, my skills have improved. I hissed at the school's pregnant CAT and it ran. I've never felt so satisfied.

     I am so tempted to mock but since I'm a reformed person, and Landy has warned us not to, I shall not do so. Darn, and I had enough material to last me the whole week. Oh well, on a side note, waste your time by reading this poem.

If my love were an ocean,
 there would be no more land.
If my love were a desert,
you would see only sand.
If my love were a star-
late at night, only light.
And if my love could grow wings,
I'd be soaring in flight
 
p/s: Good Lord, mid term exam will be on next friday and I haven't started any studying, mati lar saya kali ini tau, I see a big fat FAIL in my future, Good Lord.
 
p/s: I don't like you nerd, because of ur bad INFLUENCE, I keep on saying Good Lord these days. Good Lord! :p

Today was a Fairytale

     It really was for me. It was the first time in a long time I have felt all the burden (well,almost all) has been lifted from my shoulders. No more competitions to fret about, no more missing classes, no more missing moments in classes, I guess you get the idea.

     So many things had happened that I can't condensed it here to make it bearable for people to read. I'm gonna miss Convent you know. Maybe not the heat, maybe not the lack of space, maybe not the incompetent teachers and maybe not the drama. But I'll definitely miss the students, some teachers, the activities, the spirit, all the experience that has made become a better person.

     I might even miss the school's haters, it amuses me to see just how far they are willing to go to show their dissatisfaction towards us. It amuses me how they think that it affects us when they show how much they hate us, when it only exhibits their immaturity.


    To me, the friendship forged is so much more important than any trophy or certificates or prize money. When I go out there, all I want is to have fun. Life is all about risks and it requires you to jump. Don't be a person who has to look back and wonder what they would have or could have had. No one waits forever.

    And I absolutely do not believe in hurting others for the sake of competition, because all of this will come and go, but once someone is offended, they'll remember it for a lifetime.

P/S: Does losing your purity ring means your no longer pure??? Whatcha talking about?!  

Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes…just be an illusion.

     I'm basically a surrogate mother right now, since my parents are in KL from today till this Thursday, which they decided to do in like a minute. I never knew my parents were this impulsive.Wana know what's more 'awesome'?

Mum Me

*calls*

I bought you something awesome today, you will totally love it!

OMG OMG OMG, baju kan? Dress, blouse, t-shirt, what?!

No lar. It's an alarm clock!

*cue crickets sounds*

Wat the h---

It's so good ok, multi-functional. Got FM radio and crapcrapcrap. Don't need batteries also, it's like, solar-powered.

Oh WOW, I'm so amazed mum.

You better be, it cost me 150 Ringgit.

Wat!

Yeah lar, I want to make sure you can bangun awal and study. You know kan memory retention better in the morning. So are you studyin?!

Sure, I'm like reading chemistry *padahal doing links on bloggie*

Good, good. I expect my 'INVESTMENT' to be worth it, understand. So, you're not going to disappoint me, RIGHT?!

Have I ever?

Verdict: I'm effin dead. I'll be a disappointment. Figures, when you thought life was just gettin better. I wanna curl up somewhere and just write all day. Too bad, I'm the world's worst writer.

Once upon a time

     My grandfather is a storyteller. For as long as I could remember, Grandpa has been putting me to bed with his magical tales of faraway countries where princesses sing and puffy clouds drift over the castle turrets. I drifted off with them. Never in my life have I ever seen a princess. Nor have I ever seen a real live castle. I always used to ask him how he came up with wonders like these. But he would smile sadly, shake his head, and inform me that in a man's long life, of course, he could have seen many things. I've never known if his stories are even partly true. But in this dark and lonely life, any story would do.

     Every day, I woke up to the same darkness that engulfs me when I am asleep. Sometimes I have trouble telling apart reality from a dream. But then I would hear Grandpa's familiar jolly voice pulling me from my dreams. Other than Grandpa, I know exactly 27 people in my life. I supposed once, there were more, including my mum and dad. But they were here no more.

     

     We live a quiet life, in our dim, underground caves cut in the mountains, traveling through tunnels to our food farm, only ever leaving when the sky outside out potholes turn red, returning before the stars appear. The Sun is our enemy. The stars are our foe. We have long been taught they signify the two things that could easily kill us most—the heat and the cold.

     Each morning I washed up at our well and went to water the few fruit-bearing plants at the entrance of our cave. They lived under a large clear dome, where sunlight reached them but the heat could not. Then I quickly retreated back into the cave. I was taught not to stay out in the harmful sunlight for too long. Then, all day long I helped Grandpa make bread, tend to the 'farm' animals, teach the few other small children in next door caves, or weave fur clothing or. It was enough for us to stay warm, but not enough to protect us from the fluctuating climate of the outside world.

     That evening when the sun descended the sky, I crawled out onto the ledge outside the cave and gazed over the inky black sea surrounding our home. Perhaps Grandpa's castle lay far away over the water on some other island nearby. But it was obvious there was no way of getting to them.

     I had a lonely, isolated life. Times were hard but we always got through them. Never had I thought on our own little island much, much worse was waiting around the corner. It started the day I went to the well as usual. The bucket clanged against the sides as it went down—and struck the bottom with a thud. For a moment I subconsciously continued lowering the rope. Then I stopped in shock and ran to get Grandpa.



     The next few days were rife with chaos. All around people were in panic as they soon realized their wells were running out of water, too. To make things worse, the sky lit up with the promise of another ferocious summer and finding a new water source immediately became everyone's priority.


     
     Grandpa, as the oldest and most experienced of the people became their natural leader and he led young men out on excavations of water sources underground every evening at twilight. However, though all efforts were put into this mission, there was no water to be found except in small cacti atop the mountains rising out over the undrinkable sea water.

     I saw a side of Grandpa I had never seen before. He had always been like a cheerful boy trapped in an old man's body—wrinkles never seemed to exist on his face until the day the well ran dry. Now they came creeping up like the sun chasing shadows over the trees. That was when I knew things were a lot worse than they looked.

     I took it into my own hands to help him no matter how much he refused. Early sunset the next day we trotted over the dry hills that formed our island and scanned the barren land with our dowsers. We'd gone quite far when the dark sky rumbled overhead and the wind started blowing scalding cold in our direction. It was one of those vital dry storms we were always experiencing. The men started yelling at us to hurry back but Grandpa stayed where he was. He was standing stock still, his eyes fixed on the slowly turning stick in his hand.

     It didn't take me long to realize he had found the underground water source we had been looking for so long. But it was also too late to reach him as the sudden gust of wind pushed us off our feet and we were sent tumbling down to hill side in a whirl of dust and sand.

     Grandpa saved our lives that day when he found the water. But after that day he never moved again.
"Grandpa!" I screamed. I scrambled over the dry, hard rocks over to him, my bare hands scratched and bleeding, slipping in my dirty, tattered shoes, my heart hammering inside my chest. I fell down on my hands and knees next to his motionless body. He spoke to me weakly, but with determination as if his life depended on it.

     "My dear child…I have yet to tell you a story I should have told you a long, long ago…"
And it was this day that Grandpa told me a story unlike any he'd ever told me before. Shadows of a distant memory flickered in his once dancing eyes as he spoke.

     "Once upon a time, our home was more green than blue. You could walk for miles and never reach the sea. There were houses. There were fields and flowers. You could walk in the sunlight without fear of being burnt. You could lie back to watch the stars without fear of being frozen.

     There were more than enough people to know. People lived in luxury—and oh, the luxury they lived in. In airplanes, you could fly. In cars, you could travel without even dropping sweat." Grandpa smiled bleakly. "If you could have seen a computer! An amazing invention there ever was. If only we had known what all this luxury would do to us, we would have gladly given up all our needs.

     But that was the way humans were. And luxury doesn't come without a price. That is just what happened, not long before you were born. The crash of water…the overwhelming rebellion of the world taking out on us all at once…sometimes I wish we had never survived.

Your parents died not long ago, fighting back. Now, it's just us. And soon, there might not even be us."

Grandpa's eyelids fluttered closed. "Once upon a time, the world was beautiful…"

I have always thought I was born lonely. Never had I actually ever felt this lonely before. No matter how much time may pass, it was always still coming back to get at me, bit by bit. This is what global warming has done to me.

Drive carefully! Remember, it's not only a car that can be recalled by it's maker

      You know what?! Life is precious. People always seem to forget that though. Sometimes, the true value of life can only be realized when you are a newbie driver driving home from the middle of nowhere in the pouring rain after the weather has been so hot for a few months.

      Yeah, thanks.

      If I get a Ringgit for everytime the car died on me in the middle of the road+ the number of times I nearly hit a pedestrian+the number of times I drove the car so fast over a speed bump you can literally hear the shock absorbers giving way, I would be able to pay for my shopping trip to Singapore in June. Thank God my driving instructor is a healthy person, or else she would have died of a heart attack.

     I feel like a failure now, I wanna crawl under my bed and cry, and it's not because of the driving, only.

    BTW, if you're think about wanting to have a license NOW, be prepared to pay a lot. Not just the fee itself, but also to retake the many test in case you fail. Let's see:

The whole package: RM 2300++
Retake computer test: RM 50
Retake test on the litar: RM 110 (Just for stoppin on bukit, side parking and tiga penjuru driving)
Retake test on the road : RM 110 (if I'm not mistaken)

     Now, I feel major guilty for making my parents pay up for me to learn all this new skills in my SPM year. Swimming is RM 150 per month+ RM 14 per entry to Sutera's swimming pool again. Then filling that stupid scholarship application form made me seem so stupid. Sometimes I wish I am a better child, you know, someone my parents can be proud of. Instead, they're stuck with this loser.

    On an Easter Sunday, when Jesus died and rise again three days later to give humankind the hope for an eternal life, I'm giving up hope. How ironic, huh?   
         
   

What should i do, having been so vain?

     I should really grow up, since I've turned 17 TODAY. I'm sorry daddy, for snapping on you for something so, trivial. Speaking of which, thank you to
1) Eudora
2)Amanda
3)Eileen
4) Stephenie Yong Yam Sing AKA Nerd AKA the one with the magical mole <3
for actually remembering my birthday and giving me a wish on this day, I love you guys. I know lar I kinda deserve it, people not remembering my birthday cause I rarely remembered other's punya, but it still kinda pierced. I guess this is one of the so called benefits of facebook huh, just put on status and have all your 'friends' wish you.

     Oh well. I still had a nice birthday though. Lunch at Little Italy, and then go to Suria for some shopping, though the only thing I got is this...............................

an 'M' pendant. And this...................

The purity ring !


OMG, u'll never guess how this came about. So we went to Suria and my mum immediately went to Lazo Diamond. Then this happened.

Mum Me

I'm getting you a purity ring.
Huh, But why?
Because being 17 is a rite  into adulthood and I want to buy you something for the occasion
Fine, but a purity ring? My face already enough to scare off guys mum, don't worry.
Don't say that, later God marah. 
OK, I'm sorry God. Happy? But I don't need a purity ring! That' s what Disney stars get to gain more acceptance and fans.
Mirabel, it's biblical.
It is?!
Yes, now stop arguing, I'm paying anyway.


Mum Me Sales guy


This ring can less kah?
Sorry, best price oredi miss (dey always say that don't they?)
Mummy, I can't believe your bargaining when buying something to symbolise my purity!
If you buy another item, can less 50%.
Wei, you want a pendant?
Whateves lar

     Till now, I don't see the point of a purity ring. But I guess it still makes a great accessory, no? My life's weird.

Another pic, just for vainness. If you think I'm ugly, so be it !!!!!!!!



P/S: I'M THINKING OF GOING INTO HIATUS, BUSY BEING ME....

Your mom's like Limewire, she's free and all, but she'll give you a virus

me mum

Why don't I just become a teacher? Easy only bah.
Better don't, later you'll kill everyone's child!
Darn

Lend me one more chance, we can still have it all

Bakat Convent's a wrap!!!! Stressful pun stressful juga lar, but it was good, very good.... I love your performance Bev, must go Bakat Interact this year k, can redeem ourselves from last year that! MC-ing duty with Vusak was a blast, it reminds me why I love talking to a crowd so much, The reaction you received is priceless, and the adrenaline rush gets to you.

And to all the participants who are so anxious about the results, you guys did your best and you really entertained the school so you should be happy about that, regardless of the results later :)

Speaking of results, this week has been a really eventful week for our seniors, no? Actually right, some of us were assigned by teacher Saw to key in all the student's SPM result so we had the "front row seats" to see the results. I have to say that although this year we were not so good, but we have done our best.

God that sounds fake. I dunno what else to say though, my time is coming soon, so maybe I'll take back these words then. SPM IS IN 7 MONTHS!!!! Decision Day (D-Day)? Approximately a year from now. I'm honestly scared. The 5A in UPSR, 7A in PMR and no. 1 in Form 4 means nothing now. To think that I was celebrating my heart out when I got those results, haizzz....

And during Literature, teacher Sim told us this story. There's this one mum who came to take her son's results and when she saw it, she broke down in tears. You see, he was diagnosed with cancer about two years ago and by the time SPM came around, it was terminal. He sat for 9 papers, and he wanted to push for a 10, which was Chinese, but he couldn't, because he was already broken down by the disease. He died a few days later.

And btw, his results? 9 A's! He could have gotten 10 A's. It was the fighting spirit he showed that got to me. As students, we have a responsibility, and that is to be the best that we can be and show our parents the money, time and energy spent on us for an education is worth it and I see a lot of people taking things for granted, me included.

Now, I want this more than anything, and I'm gonna prove that I will fulfill my responsibility. Straight A+, I'm coming to get you!

P/S: I hate when people judge a person based on which school they go to. Stereotype is prejudice, and prejudice is not COOL!

I never forget a face, but in your case I'll be glad to make an exception

After church, i decided to go for a personality test thingy to determine which career path which is best suited for me. It was okay I guess, 160 questions, yes or no answers, simple enough right? But not all wanted to take it.

guy guy's father

ah, this one good for you. why don't you take this personality test?
what for?! I know my personality good already!
-loser-

Anyways, the results were analysed. And guess what? Apparently I'm highly suitable for a career in biology-related field (as in medical, biochem, all those nonsense) and also Law. Thanks for telling me something I already know. But from the results kan, the person yang conducted the test can tell that I love Biology and Chemistry, loathe Physics, good public speaker and debater, have very good leadership qualities(ehem!) and many more qualities which I thought were quite accurate. Apa ni, hidung kembang sudah. Oh but then again, she also mention that from the test, I should be an analytical, systematic and person. Yeaaaaaah, sure.

But it opened up my eyes also lar, cause I know I'm on the right path. But you know what, my dad kinda questioned my abilities to be a doctor. Darn.

me mum dad

Bang, guess what?Si Mirabel kinda can officially be a doctor or a lawyer.
*disinterested* Oh.
Yeah, so you think your daughter can be a good doctor kah?
Actually kan, I think you better be a lawyer lar. Doctors must be kind, compassionate people you know.
So bad. Mummmmmmy!!!!
Robin, can bah your daughter dat.
yeah bah. I'm sorry lar, people who are kind and compassionate should be a social worker, not a doctor.
You see, your daughter very keras hati, she won't care that if people's lives are at her hands or if she sees people die. Ngam dat her, at least we can be assured she won't quit her course halfway.
Gee mum, thanks a lot.

P/S: Does being excited to retake the test that I've miss makes me weird? Nevermind, don't answer the question.

i guess this means it's over huh?

Yes, the journey for the debate team ended in the 3rd round when we lost to All Saints, and no, i did not cry like i thought i would when i wrote the previous blogpost. I was proud of the team and all, we really stepped up our game this year. No more embarassing losses and we really gave it our all. Our journey was not easy, teacher not being able to supervise for one whole week, multiple and last minute changes on scripts, self doubt and lots more. But we gained more than we lose, which is the experience that we get :) Apa ni, emo sudah kah?!

No lar, but All Saints really deserved it, they were good. Haha, mooting's next? BTW Landy, Emeh and Nerd, we all debate kick their ass already, kamu punya turn next month :P

Can't wait to see the finals 2moro, Lok Yuk and All Saints, AGAIN!!! Well, it beats sitting for the test, how the hell can people remember the process of blood clotting anyway?! haha, gud luck with the test though, I think most will need it, I MEAN.... Whatchu talking about?!

P/S: All is not lost though, Tchr Tok will still be wearing a blond extension in school for one whole day! Can't wait for that moment man, a square will be corrupted and and be un-NERD-ified. Thank God we all sampai 3rd round!!!