I had a haircut today. A friend who had also wanted a haircut tagged along and we both had haircuts. I don't know about the friend, but my scalp had felt like it was about to burst into flames when the lady at the hair salon dried my snipped hair with a turbo hair dryer for about ten painful minutes. At least 5 inches of my hair was gone and the exposure to the heat was intense, I tell you. In the meantime, I feel light-headed -literally- and blissful because the time taken in the shower has now reduced.

P/S: This is a lunch break.


Semi-super Day

After church today, I went to the mall with my parents and a friend to buy Superman t-shirts. I ended up purchasing one Superman t-shirt and two Batman t-shirts. My brain was slowly shutting down after a while because I am an incredibly inept shopper. I mean, trying t-shirts is quite a daunting task. And the lock on the door at the fitting room just about sent me barmy! Then my brain rebooted again when I stepped into the glorious shop which begins with the letter 'B'.

En route from Mall 1 to Mall 2, the friend asked me what Happy Birthday was in Mandarin. I am the last person on Earth anyone would want to ask for any language translations whatsoever. I spoke with confidence when I told the friend what I was 100% sure was the right translation for Happy Birthday. It was, of course, 100% wrong. It turned out I had said Happy Chinese New Year instead of Happy Birthday. At least I got the Happy correct. Which really wasn't much of a consolation.

Something noteworthy while we hit the road was that the sky was a beautiful shade of amber. It was definitely a sight to behold. The friend and I proceeded to watch a movie at Mall 2 and arrived home at a quarter to midnight. Yep. We know how to alleviate stress.

On a side note, SPM commences in two weeks.

And on another way-off-the-side note, the computer is going to be hauled away the day after tomorrow. There is no logic behind this verdict even after squinting from every angle to this imposed order. But I have duly accepted it.

And what I have to say to this is: Save me, Superman!

Just kidding. (Told you I'm peaky.)



Breaking news: My cousin sister has just attained a scholarship! Three cheers for her! (The first step of the transition into college has been made. Trust God with the rest.)

Heartbreaking news: With the SPM examination looming just less than 20 days away, my mother has forbidden, I repeat, forbidden me from having friends, who kindly want my help concerning subjects I am reasonably decent at, come over to the house anymore. This is placing me in a very difficult situation because the pleasure is all mine when I help a friend. I just find the fact that I need my mother's consent to help someone incredibly ridiculous. Anyway, next Monday is the last and only day I am allowed to help my friends in the house. I am so sorry.

Heartrending news: The trials results have all been revealed. The class position was also disclosed in school today. God has, time and again, blessed me with much more than I deserve. And I am not being modest when I say that. This is mainly because, time and again, I didn't do my best and, time and again, God has given me tenfolds more than I should have received. My glory is His glory.

Lame news: Since the life-or-death (high school edition) exam is in the offing, I might be a little peaky -if I am not already- in the posts to come. Just a caution.


A New Year

Happy 1st Birthday, Me, The Humans and Plastic. I hope you're fine with me spewing my thoughts through you because I may never stop. It's been a good year and hopefully, I'll be able to continue doing this for a long time. You've never failed me and I appreciate you in times of triumph and woe. Also, look what you made me do: I'm talking to a blog, namely, you. Aiyaya. Answer me!

It's been a year already? Man. It only feels like it's been a month. (Sarcasm overdose here. But I'm sure you can tell.) I've learned so many interesting things from you, like what you ate for dinner, why you are thankful you're not a fish, what you did in school everyday, which colours of the Cube you've solved so far and how crazy you can get with books. (I mean, would it kill you to post without using the word 'book' for, say, a week?) Yep. Interesting.

Your blog.
Funny. My blog reminds me of someone -I just can't figure out who it reminds me of right now. But I can refrain from using the word 'book' for a week. Really. In the meantime, I've decided not to lay a finger on the 26 reading materials waiting to be perused in my room until the examination is over. I don't know how it got to be that many.



School was very eventful today. A cameraman and his assistant came over to the school today to video shoot a lesson in class; for educational purposes, I'm assuming. It was extremely contrived in the beginning and the filming dude had to do double, triple and even quadruple takes of us greeting the teacher and the teacher wishing us 'Good morning, class.' I am never best friends with a recording camera so I laboriously tried to remain covert and hid behind my water bottle but it was in vain. I will try to hunt down the video in the World Wide Web when it is posted.

In other rather embarrassing news, it turned out I was making a huge Everest-sized mountain out of a molehill on the day of incident. I say this because for starters, I had to intentionally ask my parents if they had even wanted me to report my trials results to them and they didn't even show the faintest concern/interest. Besides that, I have actually met the crazy high minimum requirement for another scholarship I'm interested in, only I'm hesitating big-time now because of the terms and conditions. Moreover, I found out today that I didn't do bad at the subject I was so chicken about that made me post the aforementioned post in the first place. Also, I didn't get shot.

And in other not-so-embarrassing news, God has blessed me with a High Distinction in a t-u-p-h national Chemistry paper I had sat for back in July. I had initially refused to sit for the paper due to lame reasons and finally gave in because I couldn't bear the badgering from the Chemistry teacher and a few friends. I truly thank these bunch of people for pushing me in the first place, and above all, I thank God. This belongs to Him.

In other ironic news, a friend remarked today that she has never seen me blow my top before. The other 2 friends who were there and I blurted out simultaneously, "Are you kidding?" She wasn't. Huh.

In other painful news, there will be a minor test in school tomorrow. Oy.

Still. Today is a day of great peace, joy and awesomeness.


Paper Snippet

Exactly two weeks ago, I had submitted a short account of the vacation my family and I took a while ago to the country's The Star newspaper. What I basically did was summarise this post and compacted it into a paragraph since I have inspiration when blogging but zero inspiration when writing to a newspaper. Of course, it is highly repetitive if you've read the post aforementioned here before. I emailed it without a title and much thought. It was published yesterday.

In another note, the McDonald's delivery guy seemed to know a little too much about the house. He asked my brother upon delivery today, "Oh. Your house just got renovated, huh?" And it was true. Freaky.


Triple The Fun

My cousin brother savoured the sweet taste of freedom yesterday when he concluded his PMR examination. Since the first thing he did was sleep after the last paper instead of hanging out with his friends and catching a movie, I decided to ask him to join my brother, his girlfriend and me for a movie tonight. (Actually, come to think of it, the first thing he did after his last paper was send me a text-message with the very ominous, "Now it's your turn." Yes, I know that. Thank you for the kind reminder.)

When you have three different people you are comfortable with meshed together for dinner, you get the perfect recipe for awkward moments. But fortunately, said moments were comfortable awkward moments. And I enjoyed their company very much, awkward as it may be.

After dinner -my brother's treat- we headed to the mall. We had about 30 minutes before the movie began when we arrived there. My cousin brother and I loitered at the bookstore(s) for a bit before making our way to the theatre.

I discovered some pretty cool stuff about my cousin brother. I had a great time with 3 disparate human beings and I owe my brother for this -chauffeuring, dinner, movie and overall a splendid time.


Rejoice This Day

Part One: I haven't been reading (storybooks) for 3 consecutive days even though this whole week is a school break. This is a record.

Part Two: When I went to the mall with my parents the other day, I was downright perplexed to see a fun fair with a gazillion blinding lights and hordes of humans everywhere right next to the mall. It was as if it popped up overnight. But of course, it didn't. It has been a while since I last went to said mall. It was still astonishing, nonetheless.

Part Three: For the first time ever, I actually ate food that looked better right in front of me than it does in the advertised picture. Huh.

Part Four: My brother is a very good example for me. I say this because he had planned to text-message his boss that he was not going to work that day and might just quit 5 minutes prior to the time his work began. I convinced him to make a call instead of a text-message that would be regarded as rude and fortunately, he complied but he didn't resign. Instead, he is now eagerly waiting for his boss to fire him and is purposely doing a bad job at his work. Good example indeed.

Part Five: I was horrified to discover that a schoolmate had passed away recently due to cancer. I don't know her personally but I know enough to tell that she was a very promising netball player who represented the school many times and bagged many victories with her teammates. I can't even recall if we had exchanged any form of greeting throughout all the schooling years, but actually knowing someone your age who is gone forever is not a pleasant thought at all. I realise that I can never be too young to die. And each new day I get to wake up and look forward to is an unacknowledged blessing from God. I am acknowledging it now.


Graduation Day

Yesterday was Graduation Day for the Fifth-form Class of 2008 at my school. Two other friends and I had to sit on the plastic chairs at the back of the graduation hall with the school teachers instead of on the comfortable cinema-like chairs with our friends due to some unprecedented miscalculations. Thankfully, a favourite teacher of mine sat beside me and I was able to kill my ennui.

Surprisingly, the speeches delivered by the V.I.P.s weren't somniferous at all. I actually paid attention to more than half of them, which is a first.

Finally, the time came for me to get in line to go on stage. I must have been invisible because the graduation robes were handed over to the two students in front of me and the last two students behind me. A lifetime or two later, I was provided a robe and donned it hastily with the aid of a teacher and rushed to stand by the stairs leading to the stage.

The school had hired a photographer so pictures taken by students in the audience were strictly prohibited. Fortunately, I was third to last to graduate and the teachers were getting jaded of keeping an eye on the students. So a friend seated quite close to the stage whipped out the handphone camera and motioned for me to look into the camera. This meant I had to look at two cameras: the school's and the friend's. As I received the graduation file, I smiled into the school's camera and proceeded to beam into the friend's camera. I hope no one noticed my extra time on stage.

When every student finally graduated, one final performance graced the stage. Towards the end, the valedictorian spoke a few touching words that made almost half the student population there weep. Then there was a symbolic gesture by a mother, a daughter and a teacher, which was also touching and this now reduced more than half the student population there to tears.

The students who performed onstage earlier came in through the back door which was where I was seated and suddenly, everyone was wrapping each other in bundles of hugs and was sobbing silently. All the teachers present went onstage and students lined up to thank and/or apologise to them. At this point, more than three-quarters of the student population were releasing the waterworks. Even the teachers had uncontrolled tears trickling down their cheeks. Needless to say, there was a lot of face-to-face contact as students hugged teachers (and each other). And I have never received as many hugs in one day as I had yesterday.

Amidst the overwhelming sea of emotions, three other good friends of mine and I were not able to shed a single tear, except the time when one of us laughed so much there were tears. And the time when I yawned so much tears sprang to my eyes. But other than that, we were pretty much dry. I suppose we didn't possess the ability to cry because our attuned thoughts went something like this: So I'll see you in school on Monday.

It was definitely an experience to remember from high school.



Apart from being a daughter, sister, cousin, friend and sarcast, I am now a high school graduate. Sweet. The following school days that are to come are no longer school days but are days of deep torture. I am going to celebrate my last official day as a high school student by watching Transformers. I need a lot of robot-kicking action to complete my graduation day.


End of the Road

High school actually ends on December 1st for me but officially, it ends tomorrow because I graduate high school tomorrow. High school is going to be over before long and that will be the end of it. No more school. That's not such a bad prospect. But as much as I grumble about school, I am going to miss everything about it -both the good and the bad. I have mixed-up feelings about this. So please:

a) Allow me to lament my high school departure.

b) And allow me to go celebrate my high school departure.


School Stuff

Trivial newspiece: I had sat for a t-u-p-h English exam a while ago.
Result: Distinction; score in top 3% in the country.
Reaction: "Oh man! Oh. Man. Ohmanohmanohman!"

A good kind of "Oh, man!" of course. I hadn't done well at all during the last two times I had sat for it two years ago. To say the results shocked me silly would be an understatement. Praise God!

In other related news, I've gotten back several trial exam papers. They aren't as horrendous as I'd conjured up in my mind but the worst has yet to come. I am going to wait for the revelation of the results of all the papers before reporting them to my parents because it is always nicer to see a frown turning into a smile (I hope) than a smile turning into a frown (I hope not).

Meanwhile, in other unrelated news, my schoolmates and I had the graduation rehearsal today. Due to some technicalities, I will be the antepenultimate student to graduate in the school's Fifth-form Class of 2008. And as it turned out, my prediction on the colours of the school's graduation robes was correct (though it was an easy one): green and yellow -the school colours.


The Word Is Keys

Oddly, today felt like the first day of school to me albeit it is the antepenultimate month of high school. I think I felt this way because I had enjoyed the school holidays a little too much. I actually leapt out of bed, after hitting the snooze button quadruple times. My sudden burst of energy may be due to the fact that I was stoked for school. Or that I was running late for school. Or both. Also, my schoolmates and I received excellent news today. There will be a minor Moral Education assessment paper tomorrow specifically for the SPM students for, I presume, evaluation and/or student research purposes. Oy.

I discovered not too long ago that I have an annoyingly inquisitive mind. If someone asks me something or vice versa and they nor I know the answer, I will set out to find it, by hook or by crook. A friend and I were talking about maps for some reason during assembly this morning and I was asked what the Malay word petunjuk was in English. The word ceased to exist in my dictionary. I knew the word but it wasn't forming in my head.

I was massively perturbed the entire school day. I asked 10 classmates but none had a clue, or rather, the right clue, as well. Finally, the eleventh person I asked thought about it long enough and gave me the answer I was feverishly looking for: keys. Petunjuk peta = Map keys. Again, oy. It was like regaining the ability to see and the urge to pull my hair evaporated into a cloud of nitrous oxide fumes. I am that far off. And who should the eleventh person be but my mother. Mother knows best, indeed.


Help Needed

As usual, the one week of holiday has flown by with the speed of light. School commences tomorrow. The results for the SPM trials will be revealed over the next two weeks or so. I have a strong hunch that they are going to be devastating for me. The big one is drawing nearer and I am getting more and more indolent with each passing day.

I don't think I'll ever live it down if my last examination in high school turned out to be my worst. I can't stand disappointing. I am a wimp that way -among many other ways. My left brain seems to be completely at ease while my right brain is screaming for me to get on with the workload.

I think the time for me to lose my composure has dawned. (Or did it happen some time ago? Aiyaya.) I was positive earlier on in the year that I was going to be able to handle it. But I always kid myself. I am having a perfectly calm breakdown at the moment. I'll be fine in December.

On God my salvation and my glory rest; The rock of my strength, my refuge is in God. -Psalm 62:7


One More Time

1. What is the relationship of you and her?
Sisters in Christ.

2. Your 5 impressions toward her?
- Faithful follower of Christ
- Thoughtful
- Determined
- Responsible
- Amicable

3. The most memorable things she has done for you.
Ferrero Rocher chocolates for my birthday (I like, I like! I love, I love!) and most of all, leading Christian Union with determination and passion for God.

4. The most memorable things she have said to you?
"God bless you." Not many people utter these words.

5. If she becomes your lover, you will...
Eat all my books.

6. If she becomes your enemy, you will...
Pinch myself awake.

7. If she becomes your lover, she has to improve on...
Updating her blog regularly. Ha-ha.

8. If she becomes your enemy, the reason is...
I advertently inflicted harm on her beloved dog.

9. The most desirable thing to do on her is?
Question left unanswered.

10. The overall impression of her is...

11. How do you think the people around you will feel about you?
Melodramatic (yes, I know it), eccentric (I know this, too), irksome, diffident, a potential threat to herself and unhealthily addicted to books. (Am I right? I'm sure I left something out. Feel free to add anything else below regardless of it being good or bad.)

12. The character of you for yourself is?
Completely unsarcastic at all.

13. On contrary, the character you hate about yourself is?
My lack of sarcasm.

14. The most ideal person that you wanna be is?
A mixture of a couple of people I revere.

15. For the people who care about and like you, say something about them.
The immense mirth and love they bring me have no precedents.

16. 10 friends to tag
I think my eyes fail to see the '0' behind the '1' so I am going to tag 1 person: my cousin sister.

17. Who is no. 2 having a relationship with?
Who is no. 2?

18. Is no. 3 a male or a female?
Huh? What is a no. 3?

19. If no. 7 and no. 10 were together, would it be a good thing?
I don't know. They make up 17. Is that good?

20. How about no. 5 and no. 8?

21. What is no. 1 studying about?
Numerology, I presume.

22. Is no. 4 single?
Is this one of those number riddles?

23. Say something about no. 6
It is before no. 7.


Pictures from the Little Sojourn

Surprisingly, it was relatively easy to get the pictures from my brother. He took 371.

Airport of the Year

48-seater Berjaya Aircraft: Bombardier Dash 7 Series 100 (I looked this up due to the free time I had on my hands. OK, not really.)

Somniferous hotel room with definite must-sleep beds.

The monkey that took pleasure in interrupting my reading time and successfully scared the living daylights out of me. Twice.

This is how we snorkel: Laying back and gazing at the clouds.

Just kidding. This is how we snorkel; and this method isn't recommended at all.

Rice. Adorable-looking rice.

Tiki torch and barks of palm trees.

Number of passengers: Six (including photographer).

Free from chatters. Free from human congestion. And best of all: Free seating.


Post-exam Vacation

Monday, 29th September 2008:
Since we were on a domestic flight, we had to go to a domestic airport. The airport we went to was under major construction and looked to be the perfect setting for a death-by-flight horror movie. But the destination was a whole other story. I was completely blown away by the sheer sublimity of the hotel room(s). I wouldn't mind vacationing there for a week or more. I was also a little boggled by the fact that there were more foreign tourists than there were local tourists. My mother was befriending Australians while I was befriending the storybooks I had brought along.

Tuesday, 30th September 2008:
A day of sputtering and gagging on salt water. 16 other tourists and my family hopped onto a boat designed for 12 people at most. (Hazard #1.) We were taken to four different spots of the ocean for snorkelling. Then, we were kindly asked to jump into the vast sea of blue for about 20 minutes at each stop. Since my brother and I are such hygiene freaks (outside the house, I mean), we refused to breathe into the mouthpiece of the snorkelling gear previously used by other people. (Hazard #2.) So we had to resurface every few seconds to inhale a lungful of oxygen. Moreover, I hadn't swam in more than half a decade and wasn't sure if I was going to be able to stay afloat. (Hazard #3.) My worries were, of course, unnecessary. The first two parts of the ocean were not much to rave about. The third and fourth, however, were spectacularly inundated with coral reefs and a multitude of fish. My father, who stayed on deck after the first spot, kept throwing morsels of bread in my direction to attract the food fight among the fish right in front of me. It was complete madness and my finger got nibbled on as I thrashed around and gulped a lot of salt water. It was the first time I actually let an involuntary scream pass my lips. I like to eat fish, not play with them. Also, someone thought I was 23. Aiyaya. The sea water must have added on 6 years. Or not.

Wednesday, 1st October 2008:
There were only 6 people, excluding the pilot and air stewardesses, on the 48-seater plane during the flight home: My family (4) and a couple (2). Needless to say, it was the most comfortable plane ride I had ever been on. I had a great vacation.

My brother, the university yearbook photographer, had brought the professional camera along and took about 300 pictures of monkeys, food, the aircraft and the ocean; among other things. I hope I will be able to post some up soon because it will take a little begging to get them.