The teacher had asked me to stay back after literature class.
I wondered " What could I have possibly done to have incured the wrath of the dicipline teacher this time?"

"Sit down, Michelle, this wouldn't take a minute..nothing big."
A small feeling of relieve in my head
" I just want to know, what are you planning to do in the future.
Visit the library more often, get bangs, start dressing less like a 30-year-old woman...
'Well, after sitting for my STPM, I'll be doing either a degree in Linguistics, TESL or Psychology.Then, I'll move on to doing a Masters in Speech Therapy..'
"Promise me this, that whatever you do, make sure it involves children. You have a special gift with children...even Puan. S noticed this in you.
' Huh? Oh...you saw me playing with the kids at Taekwondo class last Saturday..'
"No, it's not that Michelle. You do have a knack with kids. It's not something everyone has."
'Yeah, childishness"
" You are saying that as though it were a bad thing"
'No! It's not that. I find that I have to mix with children because there is no one in Form 5 I can relate to...about..well, having raw fun.
"That's true. I agree with you. But it's a good thing because unlike other people, you are able to get response from these children. When you are with them, I notice that you are so happy, you could just see it's pure hapiness...Just promise me this, Okay?
'Yes, teacher.

National Service bummer

I checked at the website.
http://www.khidmatnegara.gov.my/interaktif.asp

"No. KP tidak dijumpai"

I didn't get it! Oh, joy-Oh, sorrow...

Joy because I'll get a few months of holiday before starting on my Pre-U. I'll be able to have a job and earn extra bucks during the holiday too. And I get to have extended time for the "after-SPM-party"..HOoRay!!

Sorrow because I would miss out all the fun on mixing with so many new people. Because I'll miss out the gun training session. Worst of all, I won't be going on a 3-month long holiday sponsered by the government using the money our parents paid them.

It's a mixed feeling. Oh well, you gain some, you lose some.

Shh..don't tell anyone but everyone :P

Something wonderful just happened.

The school counselor informed us that matriculation forms are up for sale.

The only condition is that you have to be taking Add Maths.

Yeah, in front of everyone including my mother ( she insisted persistently that I MUST apply for it) I sulked and whined about my bad luck ( Cause I dropped Add Maths at the start of this year) to anyone who would listen. My mother couldn't believe it & my friends were probably gloating to themselves on how lucky they are since they are still taking Add Maths.

Frankly, I couldn't give a damn. I don't want apply for matrics. It lacks the challenge, and what about the majority Malay students? I don't mind being friends with them. It's fun talking in bahasa baku with my Malay friends. But for a year? With so little people I can identify with? No thanks. I'd rather go for Form 6 or A-levels.. More variety of people to choose from.

Pardon my selfishness. It must be that gene in me.

In my mind...

True happiness
Something I wish I could experience
before my last breath

What could worldly possessions bring;
But shortlived happiness
which is soon replaced by the want to have more
and more and more
Till it all poisons you in the end

What could love bring;
pure bliss and protection
which is soon replaced by feelings of jealousy,
insecurity, obsession, lies
and Pain in the end
you try to hide it all,
locking everything in your shattered heart,
with a smile.

What could friends bring;
laughter and joy together
Jokes which only brings you smiles for a second or so
it all seems to be an illusion in times of trouble
True friends may stay,
but how long?
Betrayal, backstabbing and no trust....

What could death bring;
uncertainties of where you might end up
A void area, dark and cold
A soul trying to find the true meaning of life
Or heaven?
Where eternal happiness is promised
But how do you feel eternal happiness,
when you don't even know how it feels to be truly happy?

Yes sir, my name is Michelle Eliza.

Find Michelle Eliza! :)

We just had our confirmation today. It's a ceremony in church which is to complete the initiation rites which are ; baptism, holy communion and finally; confirmation. Which, well, sort of means to be initiated into adulthood, where we can finally defend our faith, and so forth. It's kinda hard to describe it here, you have to see it yourself to understand the beautiful thing about this.

Dearest literature

Yippee! I'm got really happy today, despite the fact that a class science trip was canceled at the last minute. The library teacher wanted to sell off the old books that were in the library since the 1960s. Worse, she even predicted that no one would want those books! And that only I would read them. She even mentioned something about recycling those wonderful books. OUCH

So I 'volunteered' (more like beg) to take some of the books back with me. There were so many to choose from; Spyri, Dickens,R.L. Stevenson, Verne, Poe...but no sight of Twain. Oh well, I grabbed 13 books including some plays by Shakespeare and some religious children books. I even got my classmate to take 5 books back.

How could you just discard those masterpieces like that? Now the books are safe with me. I even told the teacher that if no one bought the books, let me have them all! I'll return her a favour by beating the record of the number of books read in the state which is 75. Sounds too easy..

STPM, here I come!!

Just a few days back, I had a shouting match with my mom on what I'm going to do after SPM. (refer to blog post before this)

The next day, I went to school and talked to friends about it because if I want to make a decision, I need to talk to someone and they just have to put up with it without answering back. That way, I can get my own answer. It just comes out like that!

Here's the conversation that went on at school yesterday.

Michelle: Hey Tilly, I don't really know what to do after SPM.
Tilly: I thought you wanted to be a speech therapist.
Michelle: Lack of funds, remember? The only way I can do it is to take on matriculation or
STPM.
Tilly: I'm trying out for matrics' too. My cousin said STPM is way too hard.
Michelle: Yeah, I know. But to think of it logically for my case, I'm moving to somewhere new, no
friends there. I have to start afresh. It may seem sensible to start out at Form 6.
Tilly: Ya-loh.
Michelle: Hey, I just remembered! Aren't the science subjects taught in English?
Tilly: Now only you know ah?
Michelle: HAHAHA! Now I have no more doubts any more! I'm going to sit for STPM and enjoy
my 2 years of extended schooling in PJ...which..also means..two more years of
ironing..school uniforms..
Tilly: Congratulations.

Decisions, decisions, decisions...

My mind just went haywire as I counted the months left to the last day of school. What am I really going to do after SPM? A-levels? STPM? The impossible government Matriculation? Foundation in teaching?? I just don't know. Well, I had a clear mind on what I was going to do after SPM (speech therapy) until my mother revealed to me that there are insufficient funds to pay for the RM200,000 fees to take a degree course in Australia for 4 years. Well, I could do it if I got PSD (HAHAHA..Yeah right), or if I manage to get into matriculation to further my studies at the only university (UKM) in Malaysia that offers that degree. I don't want to do STPM. I wouldn't be able to cope with something bigger than SPM..
So I re-evaluated what I really want to do in my life. The jobs are in no particular order:

1. Speech Therapist

What's with this job? It's something that combines science and language together. No Maths. That's what I like about it. You treat patients as well as teach and guide them. Bingo! Another plus point; teaching. But, I'm having doubts whether I would really get job satisfaction from this.

2. Psychologist

Don't get me wrong. This is what my mother suggested for me to do. Apparently, there's a high demand for this job; and it's very high-paying. But I'm not really keen in doing this. Yeah, I know there're lots of divisions for this psychology, if I had to do it, I would TEACH psychology. Especially in the neuro.;clinical; educational , occupational therapist divisions. I wouldn't want to practice it...

3. Teacher

Not just any teacher. I want to teach at what I'm good at. English Literature. That is something I would really enjoy. You get to guide others on what you love and read; lots because that's what your job requires you to do. Unfortunately, my mother dampened my hopes when she said that you do not have a choice over what you want to teach. They'll choose it for you.

4. Fashion coordinator...Or anything to do with arts

I still have that part in me that loves art and designs. The former requires you to be able to predict what's the IN thing in the next season, and to be able to give fashion advice. Something I like doing. And what about arts? I love designing and drawing. Toying with graphic arts. But what's the possibility of getting employed? :(

5.Journalist/ freelance writer

I still love to write. But maybe this will go into the 'part-time jobs' list.

I'm still money-minded. But still, job satisfaction is very important to me. How would I be able to live with myself if I made a choice of something I would regret for the rest of my life?

Decisions, decisions, decisions....

Another tear shed

I just went to check on the house I'm going to move to in PJ this December,
to see if there was anything needed to be fixed or added.
'Something smells,' I thought to myself, as I opened the gate to the house.
And, lo behold, indeed I was right.
I found a dead cat in the house.
“What a nice present the previous owner gave us,"
Then I thought it over, that he might have wanted a nice place to die.
(The cat gave us a nice present too; a whole colony of flies.)
I looked again, something was not right.
Of course, of course…the sliding door was there alright;
only the glass, where are the panes?
Then I scampered to my room upstairs, oh what horrors could be there?
Nothing much but an old dressing table left behind,
smelling of something I couldn’t bring to mind…
And the colour!
What an eyesore!
A coating of garish blue on the wall
paired with the even more sickening orange tiles on the floor.
The windows are broken. That can be fixed.
The lightings are all missing. That can be replaced.
My hopes of a having my dream room; All erased.
(But I guess I could replan…)

Reminiscing

I just came back from Bali. Well, there's really nothing much to see there. If there are any ancient sculpture anyway, it would probably remind me of Cambodia. Nothing beats Cambodia in terms of the historical buildings, by the way.

Only thing to enjoy is the shopping..and, oh! My first time 'spa session'. ("Hahaha" laughs the narcissistic side in me.) The beaches were nothing to shout about. Hard Rock hotel is overrated.
Thank goodness I didn't stay there. I shopped. A lot. Not enough. I left behind a skirt that was meant to be mine back there!!! It costs less than RM 20... Yeah, I'm putting up a big show over something I wanted but didn't get. But enough of Bali already.

Just recently I finished book by Amy Tan. Yeah, that great American author. In that autobiography/novel-like book, she claims not to play a part in changing the lives of her readers. It's all up to the reader. Well, reading the book has made me realize something. That all the dreams of making it big in the art ( music/ fashion designing) industry is all a big fluke. I'm not cut out to be that.

Oh where have you been all this while, my dearest language? I missed you so...You chucked me away along with writing..I'm so sorry, dear friend. I have been blinded by the false promises of the glamour jobs..I mean, you are glamorous as well..Cut the crap, and start improving your writing starting from now. You've abandoned us long enough to lose that creative flair in your vocabulary you used to have..I will, I will, dear old friend. Just let me grab a thesaurus and we'll get started...

Tre Magnifique!

It's over.

well, not exactly fully over.

I've finally finished my music theory exam...And it's not just a border-line passing score. It's a score just 3 more marks to the merit grade.
I've got a 77%...HAHAHAHA. In your face, ABRSM. In your face, my beloved music teacher.
I've passed, but NOoooOO~ You clearly showed you had no faith in me; the girl who believes in last-minute studying with the least effort put in as possible. Now look at me! Haha!

Frankly, I didn't really believe that I would get anything above 70. ( The passing mark is 66%, 80% is the merit and >90% is the distinction mark) After all, I already failed this Grade 8 test the last time..but come to think of it, why do we need to have a grading system for music? Okay, so it's more organized and civilised. Let's have an example of a scenario where I have two friends here named X & Y. X has a diploma in music. Y doesn't. Does that truly make X better than Y in music? Well, music had many divisions. I wish they teach vocals though. I'd ace it.hahaha...

Well, back to practising my piano. I've still got my Grade 7 practical music exam coming up soon...

Tuition VS Teachers Part 2

Just the other day, I complained to my mother about the crummy Physics 2 paper.( Always as a precaution in case of bad marks in the near future) It appears that the teacher has managed to 'overlook' this paticular topic when she was teaching us about the magnetic waves. And that paticular topic came out in the bloody paper! Maybe you would say that I probably wasn't paying attention when she was teaching. But she really didn't teach that subject. And the reason why I'm so pissed off by this whole thing is because later that night, the tuition teacher taught us about the whole topic.

Now I understand. And boy, was I depressed on how many mistakes I made in the paper. Maybe I should have read a little more ( because I don't really study on my own anyway..)

What I told my mother made her pissed off saying something about 'students nowadays think they are better than teachers'...Then I retaliated by saying that most of the teachers at school keep their knowledge to themselves...which is why I turn to my tuition teacher.

I'm not saying that all school teachers are bad. Some DO practice the 'open-sessions' where anyone is free to speak. The only class I can freely speak as I wish is the wonderful English Literature class. Otherwise, the other classes are just like spitting it out from the text books. I love interactive classes. But those are just...blehhhh~

There are three teachers whom I actually enjoy my classes with. The first has got to be my Physics/ Maths tuition teacher. My friend introduced to me to this wonderful guy. I love his classes. It's like learning science all over again. And the fact that he is always open to any questions or doubts, he'll be happy and willing to assist, makes me, the 'inquisitive one' as contented as she can be... :P. He fuses his lessons into the exercises he makes us do. And I, being the one who loves brain-teasers and competition, never regretted stepping in to that class. Maybe it's because the class is small. Maybe because it's 7o% interacting and 30% teaching. I don't know. He's better than all my school teachers added up together.

Maybe except my English Literature teacher. But sometimes, she can be prone to a little droning..

The last teacher is my Sunday school teacher. Now his classes are a 90% interacting and 10% teaching. And his students learn more about life than anywhere else. Not even your favorite tuition centers can beat him. He talks on political, racial and religious issues in the class. Once he even talked about the gospel of Judas & the gospel of Dan Brown.."What's all this hype about those things? You people are ignoring all the other important things such as the poor and the sick in the third-world countries..and if you want the watch the movie, watch it! I believe you are all mature enough to separate fact from fiction." What I like about him is that; he treats us like adults; is always open to views no matter who you are, heck, he treats us as though we are his drink buddies...A role model? you've got it.

Back to reality. After telling my mother about the teacher who 'has gold in her mouth', she told me off saying that I needed to put in my OWN initiative. Which I will have problems with that in the future. I need people to guide me, no matter what they say about teenager wanting independence...

You contradicting fool!

My dad who just came back from Sudan picked me up from tuition and asked me " How are you?"

And so, in the 5-second time frame I have to give my respond, I thought:

How am I? Well, physically I am well..except for that little sore throat. But inside mentally? How would you want me to answer? After 3 months of being away, you ask me how I am?
I might be able to answer if you asked me about the weather, or which clothes are the hardest to iron..( The kain for the baju kurung..:P) or how I did in the monthly exam. Not about my welfare...well, it's well taken care of, for your information dad, but I think my being is quite disturbed, I must say...

No, it's not depression. No! It's not stress! Bloody hell! I'm not losing my mind!!!! FCUK OFF!..well, we could compromise on the latter, couldn't we..hahahaha...

Archangel Michael: May I interject?
Michelle : Do I even have a choice, my dear good friend?

Archangel Michael: I wouldn't give it to you, dear... but this is what you can tell your dad..I've noticed that recently, you have been extremely short-tempered, unrationale and worst of all; bad judgement... And must I mention stubborness?

Michelle: I got that from my mother..and besides I was having PMS at that time so..

AM: Oh, and being defensive and wishy-washy about things..what did your teacher say? Going round the bush or something like that.

Michelle : You know I hate doing that, but it just happens nowadays whether I want it or not..I am in a disarray, sometimes I wish I could just start over. But now, I am having a little more fun at school with my fun-loving friends..not like those I used to sit with..

AM: Miss S?

Michelle : Oh, yes...

AM: Oh well, she was nice. I'll miss her presence..

Michelle: I'm actually quite satisfied with my life now...the academic, the social life, religious life..but then when I think about all that's happened in the past, I cry.

AM: You bloody 'woman-with-issues', all you have to do is let go and forget and FORGIVE yourself! God has forgiven you already and if you want others to sympathize with you, sorry, you've got the wrong number sister!

Michelle: It's harder than you think...the more I try to forget, the more I hate myself..I'm becoming everything I used to hate..

Archangel Michael: Remember Michelle, that I will always be at your side to the death. I will guide you along as you move along with time and when trouble stirs up again, I will....

"Michelle!"an exasperated father shouted.
"Huh?" I realized that I have passed the maximum time of giving a response...
"How are you? "he asked.

And I answered with the full evaluation of my 5 second debate in me;

"I'm okay"

Trial and error?? Tchah!

This week is Holy Week. Which Holy Thursday, Good Friday, Holy Saturday & Easter Sunday all fall on. And I'm supposed to be at my best behaved self. Which I find it all very hard to do...

I went to church today, not because I'm feeling holy & all; but because I actually felt guilt. Not because of what I've done; but what I've done to a certain comrade. I blatantly blamed her for something she absolutely did not do, because my mind was at a certain rate of desparation to just blame anyone that resulted my demise for my own comfort, in spite of myself.

Instead of just asking her right there and then, I decided to keep silent to myself and bury my false disgust & contempt for all the things she did not do. And when I received the ego-crushing truth, I didn't apologize to her. I thought of just doing that after I cooled down a bit...did I? NOOOOooooOO~ I didn't even bother smiling at her.I just continued ignoring her, taking cue from her doing the same thing unto me.

Now she has moved to the other side of the class to be with her bumi friends and my gang member has come to join over the dark side!!HAHAHAHA...just one more left to complete the four of us..the 'kuali gang'..Now that we're both happy with who we're sitting with; ( she'll have more fun with people who share the same passion of telenovelas, footie & thrashy drama chits) & (I'll have fun playing a fool around with my fun members instead of boring myself to death with a girl who doesn't believe in having fun physically...)

I don't expect to forgive me. We both have been sharing the same thing for over 4 years; to lack to forgive or to say sorry. Which is exactly what we're doing unto each other now. My ego is turning me away from even mentioning the word 'sorry'. Her pride is stopping her from offering me peace...But I don't blame her. She has every right to be angry with me. I do not deserve such a sweet, innocent young chit for a friend. She'll be better off without me. She deserves every right to call me 'that woman'...I am still not going to say sorry. After reevaluating our friendship fpr the past couple of years, and (again!) presuming what would happen if I did say sorry...Hah! I'd rather eat my shoe than to give in...protecting my ego right now is the only thing that is keeping my head high. That is what keeping me sane right now with all the trouble brewing deep inside me...

Still I weep, for the evil I have selfishly and stupidly done unto her...

Recent ruminitions

I pride myself on everything I am except for one thing...my lack of stealth. No matter what I do, it always gets found out in the end. Especially things I don't want others to find out. Oh, the irony.

I just felt like it because when I see others do it effortlessly and flawless as though it's just a part of your everyday life, I get covetous easily. For some it may seem like something you do; something wrong; the biggest crime; … but I view it as a goal, it big accomplishment for me that is worthy of self-praise..

But when I did it, the world went tumbling down upon me in one heap! I did feel a bit euphoric (just a 1/5 fraction of what I felt after getting my monthly test results…: P) that I’ve accomplished one of my goals. I’ve ticked it off my ‘things-to-do’ lifelong list.

Then some people, who obviously don’t share the same passion with me… (hahaha~) felt that they are responsible for my ‘mistake’ and decided to counsel me by giving warnings and use-full(less) advice. Which of course I naturally turn a deaf ear upon all their ramblings…There were repercussions, nothing too big except one. But it will be fixed anyway, so I don’t really worry about it. Now in this process of trying to reason with these people, I managed to hurt a comrade’s feelings by doing what I do best; presume & assume. Blaming is an extension of that skill. The problem is, I no longer feel guilt or remorse. But I only felt sorry for hurting feelings of those around me…That is what I’m trying to fix.

But then, comes ego. I always had a problem saying this word ‘sorry’ especially for big things. I always turn defensive and in the end, those who find fault in me often give up. So, if by any chance the comrade or a friend of her should read this, I send my apologies to her.

The deed:

I played truant.

Tres Magnifique!

Last Thursday, a few friends and I decided to attend a piano workshop & concert by the Spaniard; Mr. David Gomez, as a celebration for the end of the monthly test. Here's the introduction I've taken from the concert leaflet, if you don't know who the hell this guy is. ( NOT to be confused with the Malaysian Indian David gomez, the jazz musician, mind you..)

"Spanish pianist David Gomez, born in 1974 first received his professional concert piano diploma from the Conservatorio de Palma de Mallorca, Spain. Giving his first concert at the age of 15, David further perfected his performance under the guidance of many famous pianists.
This pianist has gained international recognition and has played in legendary theatres such as National Concert Hall in Dublin, St Martin in The Fields in London, Cairo Opera House, Chicago Cultural Center, Pushkin Museum in Moscow and more. "

Well, honestly, I've never heard of the guy. Until I saw the advert in the small corner of the Tempo section from the NST newspaper. Constance asked me if I wanted to go since she had 6 tickets to the concert. What made me say yes, was when she told me it was absolutely free! So I happily skipped my Maths tuition class with Syahira and tagged along with Connie, Shaz, Fiona, and Soo Teng.

When we got there, the hall was filled with a disappointing number of people clumped here and there. . Then, BOOM! As we took our seats, we caught sight of the gorgeous and breathtaking view of the grand piano ( The guy actually..haha). He looked so much better than the picture in the leaflet!. It says he was 32 this year but he looked as though he was 23..And the beige suit he wore over a striped business shirt made us giggle with glee...Well, you know how we, the local girls act around those Europeans..

He came over to ask for volunteers to play the piano. I said I couldn't play without a score ( Later, he reprimanded the crowd for not bringing their scores) and encouraged SooTeng to play instead. A girl whom later I got to know as Sherleen, 16 got up to play first and BOY, was she good or what..I got to know that she is currently finishing up her diploma course and waiting for her SPM before she takes up her job offer to teach music in Singapore. How lucky is that?

Soo Teng played a Japanese piece she was supposed to perform at a Yamaha concert back in Kajang on Friday. Real nice. She's taking her diploma too this year in practical. Both girls are not quite done with their theory in music yet. Like Sherleen's father said " You're either good in practical, or theory." I guess that applies to me. I'm too lazy to practice my piano pieces.


David Gomez was helping those who went up to play better. I muffled a laugh as he began to push the girls on their backs to apply more pressure on the keys as they play the songs. So I guessed those who went in front were the only one that benefited from it.

from left: Me! , Sherleen & soo teng

Anyway, we got a 3 hour brake in between before the concert. So the whole of us started arguing on whether we should go to Sogo or just plain McD. I wanted to go to Sogo to redeem a three-piece gift set from Shisheido. The girls want to go to Mc D because they say the streets of KL look scary at night..bullshit, we ended up at Mc D chatting until 7.30. After a little shopping at Watson's, we walked back to the Panggung Bandaraya to find the handsome David Gomez in a sleek black tux, talking to the Spanish Ambassadors in Spanish. I noticed Syahira and Shazwani swooning already beside me. The effect of watching too many Spanish telenovelas.. Got his autograph before anyone else. Had a little chat with him before we proceeded to the concert hall. This man is really friendly!

We were supposed to sit in the back row, but somehow, the concert turned into a free-seating thing, so Soo Teng, Sherleen & father, and I sat in the second row..The rest sat in the middle because they felt 'shy'..And the maestro started playing..Oh, it was lovely. Far beyond any word I can come up with to describe it. It was aneccentricc mix of jazz, romantic period music, and a bit of tango here and there. Though it was rudely interrupted with his sharp, buzzing breathing and the creaking piano chair..hahaha..it was a night to remember for a singleton like me.

You can hear some of his work here :www.davidgomezpiano.com

At the end of the show, we managed to snap some photographs with him and slip him a thank you card. He says he would reply, but you know it never happens..

-Michelle & Sherleen getting all flabbergasted with David!-

The next day at school I fell terribly sick..The friends who were busy teasing me (Ooh, michelle's completely in love with this guy & she's flirting back with him the whole time) ;were now gushing over how manly and gorgeous he looked. Now the whole class wants me to wash the pictures as soon as possible. I went back home with a M.C after recess feeling sicker than ever..

Well, after all that, I realised that all I need to do is to practice more. I have to play the piano as though I am making love to the piano. Another part of me inside is telling me to ignore all that, and just continue listening to my favourite jazz hour on the radio, Tuesday nights..

Just another day before exam.

Mr. Pelly forced all of us to participate in the PMPC 2006.

That's right.

The "Pastoral Malaysian Pre-Convention"..or something like that.

Usually the people will tell us the good stuff and hide all the bad stuff on these kind of meetings.

But, not Mr. Pelly

He told us that he's sending us there to make us suffer. To make sure we know how the feeling is like for an event that repeats itself each decade.
And every decade, it's the same old thing repeated again & again.
PMPC is a meeting held with all the parishioners on the church (and its ppl) on the developments.

I felt like a living corpse.

Most of the time I went out to the bathroom to "refresh" myself.

In the end I couldn't take it any more.

This is where I ended up. The Cyber cafe typing this. Haha.

Camp fever. Exam fever!

Just recently, the different churches around the Kuala Lumpur archdiocise organized a vocation camp for the youths. Now, basically I went there for a spirit enlightenment or something ( Lord, forgive me for saying this) But most of the time I was busy getting to know almost everyone who asked for my name at the camp..haha..Not that it was bad in anyway..but I rather the Life in the Spirit seminar. I found that one better.

Come Monday. End of school holiday. First day of exam this year. (school exam that is. The resit for my Grade 8 music theory last monday doesn't count) Also the last march monthly exam of my school life. And i haven't prepared for it. Haha. The irony makes me gag. If there are any that is.

Quick! sorry

I wish I could elaborate, but I'm running out of time to be online so I'll be brief and short for now.

Too many things happened this week and I'm dying to write a book-lengthed post about it..maybe another day.

1. I got kicked out of the debate team! For being too nice and loyal to ppl I befriended, this is what I get? Stepped on and beaten through & through. Hah. I'm not backing out yet. I still might have a chance..

2. CONVENT WON AGAIN IN ZONE LEVEL!!! YES!!! (but it could've been nicer if Saujana were in the finals)

3. Sports day! I got the silver medal for the 200m race! Yay! Blue house got 3rd place for the 1st time in 23 years after being in the last spot since..I dunno. :D

Debate

Yes!!!I've finally made it to the debate team!!! I don't know how, but I did it!! I was selected to go into the research team!! Yay!!

The teacher proposed a small briefing meeting in the library; it'd never seemed so full before! There were plenty of over-esthuistic girls and those who just kept quiet. All my juniors. I was lost amidst the sea of these over-excited chattering females. The only 17 year old. Thankfully I quickly made forged a friendship with two 15-year-old girls who seemed to have experience in debating; One was an ex-debater, the other is a daughter of an ex-debater. And I? Just someone who got interested after watching a few debate matches. HAHAAHA~ Wonderful.

Then the hard part. The selection process. There were about >40 girls in the room. And only a minimum of 5 would be in the main team. ( 3 active speakers & 2 reserves) Thankfully the 14 &13 year old girls were called by the teacher to step out for a 'talk'. So that leaves the seniors. Still about more than ten left. After about 10 agonizing minutes, the teacher called out the names after giving the usual motivation speech: (you can do better, you have the potential... all of you do. But we need the best of the best since we're running out of time..so try again next year)

I was selected together with..surprise-surprise..Darma decided to turn up after all. That means I'm not the only Form 5 here..haha

Topics this year are as stupid as usual:

1. Modern inventions have made us lazy
2. the internet is a devil in disguise
3. teen social problems are caused by bad parenting
4. Sex education should be taught in school..(ooh, the ministry is getting us to do their homework)

Discussion was hell..in the end, we didn't even get anything out of it. Now excuse me while I do my research for the topics.