Friday, February 26, 2010
a hundred and eleven
Ok, people!
I'm gonna be changing my blog address soon. I'm not quite done with the new version yet, but it's coming.
I think I'm ready for a little change.
January was exhausting and frustrating. February was tiring, too, but less so. I think February was a little better. I say was, because I'm ready for March, too. Let's just get all the necessary dirty work done and over with.
I've had to do a lot, both as a student and as a prefect. I know it's not as much work as other people's, but it's still a little more than I'm used to, and it's sometimes quite a struggle. But I feel smarter for it, and stronger, if not a little jaded as well. Hah, I don't trust the authorities anymore.
Yesterday I've had Maulid. Today and tomorrow, I have camp. I don't know why I keep signing up for things. I just do. I know I'm probably gonna end up tired, and I'm probably gonna suffer a little for it, but again: I just want to try something new.
One thing I'm definitely not signing up for, though, is Bahas 4PM. I don't care how much they beg, this is the one thing they can't make me do. I hate it when they say, "But you can do it, Dee, we know you can!" Um, I think I know myself better than you do, thank you very much. You can push me around, but even I have my limits. And I draw the line at speaking in proper Malay in public. Take that!
5:30 PM
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
A Hundred and Ten
Is it just me, or has Criminal Minds gotten creepier?
I need ice-cream.
PS: Hotch is too kewl for skewl.
2:15 AM
Sunday, February 14, 2010
A Hundred and Nine
I'm enjoying my holidays very much, thank you. Especially Saturday, which was for me, because I didn't really get to celebrate my birthday on Wednesday. Postponed, you might say. Or you might not, whatever. It's your life, you're welcome to go ahead and do as you please.
Sunday was for my family. Today is for a friend. Tomorrow is the deep breath before the plunge, because Wednesday is school again. That's okay, though, because I'm recharging now. It's all I ever needed, really. I've been going and going and going for the whole month of January. I can actually feel myself slowing down in my work. I can't think or do things as fast or as much as I could. So now I'm letting myself rest. I think I deserve a little bit of time just for myself.
Right now I'm just cruising around the net before I go out. I tried to attempt (yes) the Facebook IQ test, but I got intimidated by the ticking clock at the top. Seram!
4:39 PM
Friday, February 12, 2010
One Hundred and Eight
Whenever someone sends me a request to be her (or, weirdly, his) friend on Facebook, I always feel sorry for her, because I know I won't add her. Not because I don't like that person, but because I just don't use Facebook anymore. Poor saps.
3:43 PM
Monday, February 08, 2010
A Hundred and Seven
Sometimes, I wish I was a bimbo.
Their life goals are so easy, so simple.
They never seem to worry about the big things.
But I'd hate myself if I stopped thinking about the big things.
Which is why I hate bimbos.
So when I catch myself wanting to be blissfully ignorant, I sharply pray the other way.
1:29 AM
Sunday, February 07, 2010
A Hundred and Six
Two posts in one day! You lucky chum!
Let us have another
RANDOMATTACK!
This one time, I overheard (overheard! not eavesdrop! it wasn't my fault!) a snippet of conversation on the bus.
Girl: Once, at school, while I was on Level Two, I squirted water from my bottle to the people on Level One. Then I hid before they could see me. *chuckles* I'm bad, aren't I?
Oh, yes miss, indeedy.
Honestly. Even I know that's lame, and I'm square.
Here was my schedule:
Friday3:00 - 4:00 : CCA
6:00 - 7:00 : Leave for GPac
7:30 - 9:30 : GPac
Saturday8:00 - 5:00 : Seminar
7:00 - 11:00: Grandmother's place
Sunday8:00 - 5:00 : Seminar
It's all rewarding, and I've no regrets about doing all this stuff, but I feel like my weekend's been taken away from me. =(
No matter! Next Saturday, I go out for my birthday. =)
3:20 AM
A Hundred and Five
"Do not go gentle into that good night;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
Rage, rage. Not 'fight', or 'go against', but
rage. I'd never have thought of that. That's bloody gorgeous, that is.
3:07 AM
Monday, February 01, 2010
A Hundred and Four
So Marinah has been bugging me to read her novel-in-progress, entitled 'It's My Life (Right?)'. I've been turning the kind offer down because, frankly, I don't go well with self-advertisers ("Hi, kettle? This the pot calling. You're black!"). But I finally I went along with her request, for the same reason why I go along with my teachers' requests: I just wanted her to quit it and shut up.
Three things bothered me about her story:
(1) The main character, "I", is 13 years old. Marinah is 10. What kind of kid writes herself as a teenager? When I was a kid, and wrote my own stories, I always made the heroes as old as I was, because I always thought the age I was at was the coolest.
(2) The story is about her going to the prom, and she worries about not having a date. What. The. Heck. At one point she wrote something like: "But I think Jason is going to ask me out, because he keeps staring at me." At this point, I'm thoroughly spooked.
(3) Jason ends up dumping her for another girl, but she doesn't care, because she ended up winning the 'Most Beautiful' award that night.
O_O
By the time I finished, I was really worried. "Why are you writing a story about proms and boyfriends?" I asked her.
Marinah answered defensively, "Well, Kak Lily reads those kinds of books!"
I wanted to strangle Lily. When I was her age, I clearly remember writing a story about me and my Pokemon farm. "Why don't you write a story about adventures and heroes? You know, like, faeries and dragons and pirates and stuff."
She goggles at me. "Why would I want to write a story about
pirates?"
Oh dear God no.
12:18 AM
