Old Pals

Oh how I simply loved today.

UPSR results were announced.

A bunch of us, namely, me, Aimi, Shaza, Nasfatee, Malik, Rais, Faris and Husaini, went to SKS to see it la.

This year, 94 students got 5A's.

Not that bad, eh? =)

My next door neighbour got 4A's.

My cousin got 5. Go Sofia!

Anyway, after all of that was done, the hall emptied and we just stuck around..taking pictures, talked to Cikgu Wan Rosli a bit. (Though he doesn't actually know me..hahahaha)

Then we moved on to the other blocks.

And came all the way up to 6A, 6B and 6C!

Our old classes when we were in year 6.

We sat in every single one of them.

Took pictures.

Reminisced.

Took more pictures.

Of course, on the way up we met Pn. Raja Maznah.

She still remembers all of us! =D

But, she didn't exactly get all of our names right.

Guess what she called Malik the first time?

Malik Hashim bin Raihan.

Hahahaha.

But it was close, no?

Good enough, since we left about 3 years ago.

Good news for me is that she remembered my name. Except that she thought my dad's name was Yusoff instead of Jamil. Oh well, can't expect too much, now can we?

The visit to the school was good and memorable.

God, I miss that school.

Once we got so hungry up to the point that we just had to eat, we left.

But not before stopping by Centrum first.

Just across the street, SKS is gonna have this dinner tomorrow.

On the rooftop.

Quite nice, actually.

Very extravagant.

After seeing all that, we finally went to McD.

See, everything is just within waling distance, actually.

So it was very convenient.

Plus, we were walking in a group so the distance was like, nothing to us.

Some more good news, Shaza's dad belanja-ed all of us.

Why?

Because Shaza's sister got 4A's and 1B.

So that was like, a 'kenduri sambutan'. Or something like that.

But we still bought our own ice cream.

Well, some of us did.

I ended up buying one for Malik. Just because I felt too nice at the time.

(Malik, you better be nice to me some time)

But then, we were all kind of in a good mood so no one cared.

Julia Nabilah joined us at one point.

And so, like most of the outings we have, what do we do?

Talk.

Laugh.

Kacau.

Hahaha..bet you were expecting me to say 'share' huh?

Er...no such thing. Haha.

Everyone went back.

But me, Shaza and Nasfatee went to Aimi's house.

What happened there was.. private and confidential.

Hahaha.

No, it was just talking.

Just normal girl-talk.

But I really enjoyed it.

Today was a good day.

Hope to have more of them while the holidays are here.

When we start form 4, eh, no. When PMR results are announced, I have a feeling people are gonna be busy afterwards.

Not looking forward to it, I must admit.

But hey, what to do?

Last Day

I can now say that it's officially...err.. official.. that school has ended for the year of 2009. =)

At least the form 3's lah.

Form 4's have until Friday and well, need I mention the form 5's?

They sure won't have any rest anytime soon..

Which brings me to say this:

Good luck for SPM to all form 5's that I know.

not that anyone would actually be reading this, but hey, it's the thought that counts, right?

Anyway, today was good. I liked it.

I brought Boggle with me, so I played pretty much all day with Erniza, Sonia and Ati.

Of course, what last day of school wouldn't be complete without a photography session? =D

That was both fun and... painful.

Yeah, it was painful alright. Especially at the back of the knees.

That's what you get for bending slightly down to pose in a group photo (well, several, actually) with a lot of cameras waiting to be used.

I think there were about 6, maybe more cameras wanting to take the same picture, but with only one person there to take them.

So yeah, it was a long shoot.

Thanks a lot to Emily Kok, you did a great job at snapping those photos! =)

Today was really good towards the end.

Cameras flashing at every turn.

Classmates saying goodbye, all too aware that this is they're final year (maybe, maybe not) together as classmates, for next year, in form 4, we're all gonna be separated, after 3 years together.

Ehem...mind the jiwang-ness of that sentence. Think of someone saying that in a really emo, depressed, on-the-verge-of-crying type voice.

Yeah.

I'm gonna miss 3P.

I really am, even though they annoy the heck out of me.

Then again, isn't that the beauty of it all?

The fact that we can still remain friends despite all the ups and downs?

I think that's the best friendship there is. =)

3P: the Perfect Psycho Princesses. =D

Guitar Hero

It's official.

I'm totally addicted to playing Guitar Hero.

Almost everyday, in fact.

Worse than before.

Because now, we have two guitars to play with.

=D

Actually the second guitar came only yesterday, but since then, I've been playing a lot with Abg Mut and Kakya.

Then again, even before we had two guitars, I was already wearing my fingers out trying to nail those songs!

Right now, I'm starting to get used to playing on Hard difficulty.

As you may imagine, it's umm..hard. -.-'" Hahaha.

It's really fun though.

I can't get enough of it.

My fingers are really stating to hurt a bit.

But I don't care.

I'm still gonna play after this.

Hmm...you know, the pain doesn't stop at my fingers only.

I signed myself up for the inter-class ping pong competition.

It's gonna be on the 16th of November.

So I still have a bout a week left to practice.

Where do I practice?

I might've practiced at home, but right now that's not possible.

The ping pong table's not here. ='(

It's somewhere in... either Kajang or Puchong.

But its ok. Pn. Gan lets us practice at school in the Ping Pong Room.

So, yesterday, when I actually came to school, (I didn't go today, hahaha, malas nak naik LRT) I played with Foong, Sue Jiun, Leena and Rishantinee at first. Then Hannah, Amaani and Khairun nisa joined, followed by Emma. But Khairun nisa and Emma just sat. They didn't play.

I played for about an hour, maybe more, non-stop. No breaks or anything. It was tiring.

And I didn't bring my water bottle.

Smart right?

I think I stopped at around 9.30.

Had a short break. Played again with Amaani.

Then it was recess.

After recess was chaos!

At first we played like normal. You know, with the ball actually hitting the table.

I took a break.

Then, it was Sue Jiun against Foong, Rishantinee and Leena.

They didn't even play regular ping pong. No, it was more like a mix of badminton and tennis. Either way, the ball was flying through the air.

It didn't even touch the ping pong table.

I didn't join of course, I just sat the with the rest and watched. And laughed. Oh, did we laugh.

And one thing I didn't expect to do there, was learn Japanese. =.=

All because of Khairun nisa and Amaani.

Now I know how to say 1-10 in Japanese! Yay me! Hahaha.

When it was time to go home, though, I had to stand in the bus.

Right at the door. On the steps, in fact.

Because it really was that packed.

Ate ice cream there too.

Bought Crunch before I got on the bus.

It was yummy. =)

When I got home, guess what I did?

You betcha, played Guitar Hero.

=D

Bye!

Expect my hands to be permanently in a death-claw position. =)

Netball

Almost every year they force us to play this game.

I never join, I support. =)

What I simply hate about this time of the year is that 3P falls to pieces.

We always fight.

We always end up yelling at each other.

We somehow end up crying.

Note: 'We' doesn't apply to everyone, not really. Just certain people.

So anyway, I thought this year was kinda unfair.

Right now, though, kinda pissed (and sleepy) to explain.

To put it simply, a part of the day wasn't in 3P's favour.

Yeaahh...I think that's all I'm the mood for.

Buh-bye.

Creativity flows

Mine apparently gets stuck along the way.

Recently I've been feeling an urge to write something.

It's like all the images in my head and all the stuff I'm thinking about wants to burst onto a piece of paper or something.

But I can't seem to put it to words.

This is so frustrating!!

It's the feeling you get when you're supposed to be writing this essay, but you have no idea what to write.

I'm starting to feel that almost every waking hour of the day.

Should I write about my dreams?

Nah, that wouldn't do.

I can't even remember them anyway.

It's all a complete blur.

The sad part is, sometimes I mistake my dream for real life.

So let's say I'm talking to this person. And I actually dreamt about that person before. It could've been about anything. A conversation that didn't make any sense or something.

So, when I'm talking to that person in real life, I get this feeling that I should be saying something important, but I can't grasp what it is.

It's hard for me to explain it. Which brings me back to how hard it is to put my thoughts into words. Very frustrating.

Anyway, I'm at a loss right now.

I read, but I want to write.

Yet I have no inspiration.

No goal.

Nothing.

Hmm...lately I've been reading these sort of mystery/murder case type books.

Same basic story line, but with a few unexpected twists here and there.

I think I might read a chick lit book again.

Haven't read one of those in a while.

I can't believe I'm saying this, but I am actually starting to miss that same old story that you can just predict what's going to happen next.

I miss that predictability where you know when the guy is going to kiss the girl.

Who's going to end up with who.

The sad and tragic death or loss of a loved one.

The best friend who just suddenly leaves or back stabs someone.

The part where the main character meets the sweet and funny person that captures his/her

heart.

The friends and family that expected these two people to be together but they don't until the very end.

I actually miss that.

So you can expect my head to buried in that kind of book sometime next week.

Once I'm finished with the book I'm reading now.

It's called When The Wind Blows.

You might think when you read this title that it's some sort of sad, romance novel.

Actually it's not.

It's a James Patterson book.

About a mystery that involves a bit of science and murder.

Far, far from a chick lit.

So far it's pretty interesting.

Then again, I'm not even halfway through the book yet.

So yeah.

You know, this is what I love about blogging.

It satisfies my need to write something.

Expressing my thoughts in a way I write freely.

Not bound by errors in spelling or language or anything like that.

Not that I don't proof read my own posts.

I always do that, when I don't feel too crappy when I type it out.

Anyway, that's all for today, I think.

Bye bye. =)

I'm intent on not abandoning this blog again anytime soon.

Dumbstruck by lightning

Hello people reading this post.

First of all, I'd like to say I'm sorry for not updating my blog in a really long time.

Second of all, I know this is probably a few weeks too late, and I may, no, I will sound very very lame for saying this, but I think it's important to me to state it on my blog.

PMR is over.

Haha, the funny thing is, Aimi was so frustrated that I didn't post this one sentence at all and left the 'Counting' post hanging like that, she wanted to post something here herself.

So again, I say sorry.

I guess you could say one reason I didn't post anything was because I was simply too malas to do it.

Indeed, I was.

Could you really blame me?

PMR was over.

I just wanted to sit and do nothing all day long.

So that's what I did.

But then, when I actually had the mood to write something, lo and behold, my house was stuck by lightning. 0_0'"

How did it happen?

I'll tell you the story.

I admit that I didn't help the situation at all.

In fact, I was so busy playing a game, that I honestly didn't notice the thunderstorm outside.

I really didn't notice.

That's what you get when there's nothing better to do.

I'm the type of person who has to focus on one thing at a time. All other things going on around around me are a blur. I'm completely oblivious to it.

So if at school, for instance, and I happen to be reading a book. If you want to get my attention, you better come up to me yourself and give me a little nudge on the shoulder. If you simply call out my name, I might not hear you.

But that depends on the book. =)

Anyway, I didn't know that it was raining heavily outside, so I just kept on playing. (it was Super Mario, by the way)

Next thing I knew, I heard this loud, like sort of explosion on the roof.

The lights went out.

The TV grew black.

And I was running down the stairs.

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Seriously, I was so scared. The noise was really loud, I could hear roof tiles falling, I smelled some sort of burning and the whole situation was just unexpected.

What else did you expect me to do?

Plus, I was under the impression that it was all completely my fault, that I broke the TV and the ASTRO and the Wii and basically anything electronic upstairs.

So I was downstairs.

At the time, the only people home were me, my grandmother, Zara and the maid.

The maid went to the fuse box and switched the power back on. Downstairs was fine.

But I couldn't see any lights on upstairs. I think at that point my face would've shown all of my guilt. But then, no one was really there to notice.

A few minutes after, my second sister came back from work. She brought McD with her. At first we were going to eat downstairs. But then she wanted to go up. So I just followed.

I went upstairs with the food. The lights were still off, but I could see the computer was on. That meant that there was power in my room, because the plug point connecting the computer was in my room. But there wasn't any in the living room.

Probably one of the worst things that could happen, happened.

The ceiling was leaking, right above where all the electrical appliances were. So, the relatively new TV was wet, the Wii wasn't wet, but it was dripping right in front of it (instead, the CDs got wet) and, though everything else was dry, I panicked.

What more, my sister was blaming me, and I know I deserved it, but I couldn't help but feel like crying. I didn't though, that was hardly the place or time to cry.

We got buckets and rags and stuff.

Tried to dry what we could.

It was dark.

It was hot.

It was very stressing.

I just kept wondering when someone would shoot me.

Once we dried everything, I ate with my sister, downstairs, since there was nowhere to eat upstairs.

I didn't say much.

I didn't want to explain anything.

I couldn't.

I didn't know how to.

I just ate, while staring blankly into space, contemplating what had happened.

Thinking of a way to explain this to my parents.

When it happened, it was around 5 something.

My parents would only come home after 11pm.

I couldn't watch TV.

Not that I wanted to.

I refused to go anywhere near technology.

So what did I do?

I took a book. Labyrinth.

I made some mango flavoured black tea.

I sat in the living room downstairs.

Switched on the fan and read all through those hours.

I managed to finish the book too.

I didn't even talk to anyone, even though by 6 my first sister and my brother-in-law were home already.

Too ashamed and depressed, as you might say.

The next day, the technicians from KPMC came.

But no, they didn't come in an ambulance. Instead they took the Estima from KPMC and drove here in that car.

Turns out, the TV was fine. Thank god.

The Wii was fine as well, but that I knew the night before.

Unfortunately, the ASTRO was the one that was blown.

That was the source of the burning that I smelled the day before..

Learning that the ASTRO was rosak didn't disturb me that much.

There was a second decoder downstairs.

And in any case, they can't say I was the one who broke it because I wasn't even watching TV when it happened.

It was just a stroke of bad luck.

The one I hated, though, was that the internet couldn't be used.

Yes, I had to live without the internet for more than a week.

A week.

The tiles that I heard falling?

Apparently the lightning struck the metal cockerel that pointed north.

It was on the tower which held the water tank.

I guess I'm not surprised why the lightning struck it. It was the highest point of the house.

So much for having a lightning conductor. Doesn't help when something like this happens, now does it?

So that's the reason why I've been missing the past few days, in a sense.

This is a really long post. So I hope it wasn't too much of an effort to read it.

Sorry, again.

I'll post something else soon.

I know something interesting might happen. =)

Counting

PMR is less than 20 days away!!!!

I should be freaking out like crazy now, right?

Strangely, I'm not.

Something's wrong with me.

Very, very wrong.

I feel pressure, but somehow I don't think it's to the magnitude it should be.

Does that make sense to you?

I can't believe I'm saying this, but I actually want to feel stressed.

It would make me study more.

But no...

Instead, I'm not focusing!

It's not that I don't try to study.

I do!

But when I open a book, I can do it, but the info doesn't stick.

So there's really no point in doing exercises if you're not gonna remember it!!!

On a more cheerful note, my trial results were "okay" as my mother put it.

I think it is, too.

But not good enough.

I didn't manage to get 8A's.

I only have 2 subjects left to score in.

But I have to admit, both those subjects were very close to getting a A.

So close, and yet so far...

All I know is, my Science, Maths, Geo and English are consistent.

The rest are just going up and down.

So I really don't know what to expect for PMR.

Hopefully straight A's.

Insya-Allah...

=)

This feels good.

I haven't blogged in a while, haven't I?

I just can't find the time anymore.

Though I have a lot to write about.

But.. somehow I can't find the right words to express them.

Oh well. I guess my mind's too jumbled up now.

Hope everything will be straightened out soon.

Oh!

Just yesterday, a very interesting (and funny) thing happened at school.

I won't post it here, because it's simply too long. (plus, I'd have to correct the grammar, and I just don't have the time and energy to do it)

You should read it.

It's on my class blog.

Enjoy! =)

I think that's all for now.

To all PMR candidates, good luck!

20 days and counting. O.O