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Thursday, May 26, 2005
I have never been more tired and ever. I've been running from the library, to my dorm, to the library again (mind you, Jasin is on top of a hill and full of un-symmetrical stairs. Antique school maaa), and now I'm worrying about the registration for the Workshop. I'm sorry Dina to cause you a lot of trouble. Tonight I'll have to borrow a friend's phone and call my mother about the money and call Dina. Dina, someone will miss call you so uh ya that'll be me.
All the heavy papers are finished!! Tomorrow I'll have my Malay Language, which will be a-okay (I suppose, if not those hard idioms and unknown words will pop out and 15 marks will be gone T__T), English (which will be more than a-okay), Art, Computer Science, and English Proficiency Test (I don't know what the hell this is). And on the next Tuesday, after I come out from my class I'll head straight back home yay!
Chemistry was, by the word of Dina, Hojjible. Biology was almost hojjible, since I'm the only one who passed up my Paper 1 earlier than the time limit. Modern Mathematics was much more hojjibler than Add Maths. Seriously. This is the hojjible fact of being in the same school with smart people.
My roommate, Fara & I had been re-create lyrics of VE's Pop Ye Ye into a song that literally means that we can't wait to go back home.
I'm repeating the same thing that I did to Lutfi, except it haven't reached to the face to face thing yet, but I acheived on being a good stalker. yay.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
so i'm using the school's comp, yay!
A very looong hiatus of some sort, people, but I'm back! (to this blog la, huuu.). Anyways, to Sheikh, Miss Felda asked what are you doing now.
Anyway, to my friends, I hope all of you are reading this! I'm sorry I haven't been sending letters and all that jazz. I have like, uh, 5 drafts or unfinished letters to, uh, finish. But anyway, good news! on the evening or afternoon of 31st May 2005, I'll be back with all of you, people! But I have to suffer 2 weeks for my Final Sem examinations like blah -_-
I'd like to say one thing: I really miss DU kids. I really do. Everytime when there's the new intake coming in, I'll be hoping that it'll be Aida. Or at least someone from DU (like, uh, Aida? haha). But noo... all you get are more kids from Shah Alam. Have I told you that this school or most MRSMs are being populated by Shah Alam kids? & the fact that they are so different from DU kids make me feel really weird. You know, like using the word "awak" 5 times in one short sentence.
I just realised something: we, me & my girl friends, you know who you are, are so different than normal girls. In terms on what our conversation revolves around, and how we maintain our relationship, and how we actually treat others. because back then, eventhough we have a some sort of a clique of our own, but we are free to be all-rounders, and yet here, you just HAVE to have a clique of your own or you wouldn't survive at all. & you have to be with someone, or they'll call you a loner. & yet, back then in DU, when it comes to certain tasks, we'll walk on our own, and it's like us being very independant. But here, despite teaching us to be independent academically, it's making us feel very conservative to ourselves socially. It's not that I don't like it, but I can't change myself to suit the situation.
It's just the way we approach all these things that normal girls do, - e.g.boys, clothes, hair, dadoda - it's just so... different. I could sense it in our voice tones or body language and all that jazz even. I mean, like, come on, did we control ayu infront of ourselves as well?? This made me think: am I not being a normal girly girl and all that jazz? Or what?
I almost had a breakdown and had a terrible moodswing over the week.
But I have to say, I am annoyed by the girls who are the youngest in the family and likes to do suara manja and act all manja2 infront of people but hates it when boys started to chase them when it's them who called for it. Or crying when their boyfriends are mad at them but it's actually their fault but then they use the excuse, "doesn't he know how do I feel???" WTF.
Okay, anyways, so I went to a lot of places and a lot of stuff had happened. Today I went to Malaysian Institute of Aviation Technology and I get to see rundown aeroplanes and took a lot of pictures of aeroplanes and not people. and I have to give a compliment about the Institute: they did a good job on getting good students who are good looking at the same time. I mean like I was amazed. Like, whoah, gila ka ini institute?. Next, went to Malaysia France Institute which was boring so yadayada. We're supposed to go to Alamanda in Putrajaya but we didn't even stepped on the ground of Putrajaya itself. :p
Now, let me tell you something: I like a boy. Bohahahahahahahaha uh ya. & great news, he is (probably) shorter than me. BOHAHAHA. But he has beeyoooooteepool eyes!!! Seriously. I mean, long curly eyelashes and like glittering eyes like hell (no, I'm not metaphoring, it's the truth. My friend said the same thing!). His name is.... teneneneng! Mohd Luqman Mohd Amin. He's from King George V high school, Seremban(nama grand woo). I had a real conversation with him once, and there's a part which goes:
me i bet you want to be an engineer or a doctor, judging by all the students around here.
himhuh? nah... I don't know what to be when I'm big. What's your ambition?
me me? hmm. I dunno. A writer, journalist, you know somewhere along that line. Nothing big.
him Well, eventhough the public might think it's not a big job, but most writers are successful in their jobs.
WAAA KATA-KATA HIKMAT.
Ok bye gotta go it's time papai! I lap all of joooooo.
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