Class pages. Uh.

Something Interesting has not happened today.

But here's something.

Our group of five were out in front of the class, doing our oral presentation. Boy #1 at the back of the classroom cut this large hole right in the middle of a huge piece of newspaper. Then he aligned that thing right in front of his crotch. Boy #2 then proceeded to put his large, red, long water bottle right through the hole. He was even wagging it slightly, which makes it all the more sickening/disturbing.

Boy #2 is pretty much that sick all the time, and that act may even be a little subtle for him, but Boy #1?
*Shakes head.

I spent an hour last night thinking up captions for my classmates, y'know, for the class page. Then I continued while watching Desperate Housewives.

And today, someone told me that they were too long, and I had to write new, shorter ones. Meaning, one PHRASE for each person.

I didn't write all that long. Honest. They just wanted their photos to be larger.

So then a bunch of us argued that our photos would still be large enough with the proper captions. But nope, people wanted HUGE photos.

So many classes have proper captions and still be able to have good-size photographs. We don't need them to be oversized, really.

Someone then commented that if the other classmates read the captions we have, they would probably change their minds. I think, maybe they had the idea that when we ask "longer or shorter captions", they think "longer" meant something like "This boy is so very funny. He's the one that keeps everybody laughing all the time. His jokes are hilarious." or something to that effect. Humourless and boring la.

It obviously isn't like that.

I used to, and still do actually, judge a class page by its design, and its captions. The funnier they are, themore I'd love the page. And with short, phrase-like captions, it'd most probably be Bloody Boring.

Still, Guy-Who-Now-Handles-The-Pages says that only the bunch of us at the back think longer captions are better.

Well, too bad for us. I just hope it all turns out right.

Anyway, I realized how bad I am at putting my ideas into words when I talk. Like the class page theme and design, for example. We were discussing about it in class, and I had this idea of doing it *this* way, I had the entire thing pictured in my head, but I also had a hard time trying to describe and make others see what I was talking about. But they did finally understood, and decided to go with the idea.

And the captions, too. People thought that with longer captions, the pages would look cramped and messy and ultimately, very ugly. Obviously, 'till now, I still have trouble trying to have them see that the captions could be put in without making the page look cramped. I talked and I described and I drew, yeah, but didn't quite work.

A night of hardwork, say bye-bye.

Another night of hard work, say hello.

Good Debates and Essays.

Yo. Yo, whaddap mah homie?

The ceiling's up. And the time left for the Dublin Essay thingie, also almost up. That's about it.

This time, my lack of updates is not due to malfunctioning modems or utter laziness. It IS however related to the fact that my life right now is at the stage where nothing interesting / OhMyGawd exciting / worth-blogging-about happens.

Take today, for instance.

I went to school, listen to perverts of 5S6 talk porn (again), wondered which schoolmate of mine asked that question regarding Biotechnology, did maths (the only homework I really do), stayed back, listened to a real-life account of a ghost story, watched the debate where Michelle, Warren and Elijah totally crushed their opponents, took the LRT home, napped, and here I am at the computer.

Pretty sad.

Still. I had fun watching the debate. The topic was much more interesting than last week's. Last week, I had to make myself concentrate. This week, I was totally absorbed in it. I guess it's because we were sitting at the front this time, and last week's motion had the word "Education" in it. I dunno, I just blank out when I see 'Education', it just bores me.

The first speaker from the other team did the reply speech, and it was pretty much all over the place. There were very long pauses, staring at notes desperately thinking of something to say, and the notes were scattered everywhere, on every piece of paper.

Reminds me of myself during my first debating experience. Though Michelle kept trying to assure me that she was just as bad in her reply speech during her first debate, I know better. I sucked harder than a vacuum cleaner. Oh let's move on don't wanna remember the awful past it's humiliating I could've done better la la la la la la la la.

Oh yeah. The Dublin Literary Award thing.

Manwir didn't make it compulsory for us to write an essay for it, and since I found out about it pretty late, I told myself not to bother. Then one day, yesterday, I came online, and practically everybody's MSN display name had the phrase "If I could change the world".

You know, I was still pretty blur then, and I thought it was some kind of, I dunno, epidemic or something, where everyone suddenly felt obsessively compelled to give the world a make-over.

Then I finally figured it out. Haha, okay, I had to read Li-Ann's blog to finally understand. Apparently all the other classes were being made to write a "If I could change the world" essay.

Suddenly I also felt like taking part. Like, pretty stupid, right?

But then again, I just want to actually finish an essay a good amount of time before the deadline for once.

I have only submitted two essays before. One for last year's MPH Search for Young Writers, the other, this year's BRATS application. Yeah, only two essays, but both testimonies to how badly of a procrastinator I am.

For MPH. I finally finished my essay at 3.30 p.m on the day of the deadline. That is bad enough. But you see, we had to come up with a title for our essay, and seeing that I don't have much time left, I came up with my title in the car, on the way to One Utama. I still couldn't decide on a proper title and my dad was already backing into this parking lot, so I scribbled the first title that came to mind.

One whole month to TRY and come up with an award winning essay, and I have to finish it while my dad was already parking his car. That's procrastination for you. Naturally, I didn't win. Pretty 'duh'.

Then the stupid BRATS application. I knew about it before the Chinese New Year, but when did I choose to come up with an attractive essay?

The day before the deadline.

And when did I finally sent my email in?

7.00 p.m. in the evening, on the day of the deadline.

Unfortunate to say, I wasn't selected. I wouldn't be surprised if it were already closed by the time my application arrived. Yeah lah, what I wrote was pretty much crap, trying to stuff in fillers just so I could reach the 1000 word mark and have it sent in ASAP. Only I guess it wasn't very 'soon' anyway.

Then there's that stupid NaNoWriMo. I dunno what I was thinking. I should've just given up.

I'm not eyeing the prizes for the Dublin Award much, I just find it a personal achievement if I could finish the thing by Thursday, and email it to them, emailed entries are accepted what.

But knowing me, there's only a 0.01% chance of me finishing it an ENTIRE DAY before the dealine. I'll probably start on Wednesday (yeah, I haven't started yet, sad huh), and send it in only hours before they close the, uhh, what you call it, contest? Acceptance of entries? Bah.

Or probably, I'll just completely forget about it, 'cause I have so much to do, like listening to compilation CDs I've burned.

Oh my, my life is uninteresting.

(Desperate Housewives Season Two will finally be aired today! This is the day my mom, my sister and I have been waiting for. Oh Tuesday nights are going to be so so sweet from now on.)

IHateManwir, please.

I cannot believe it lah.

Ivan has said that Manwir deducted his marks for using words she doesn't entirely understand in essays and she pretty much doesn't bother checking the dictionary to check if the usage really is completely wrong.

Last year, we did an essay as a group, Ivan wrote the essay for our group, and Manwir commented that "apparently the essay wasn't written by" us. Because she didn't think any of us could produce essays this good.
Yeah, What The FISH.

This English exam, she circled a word I used in my essay she didn't think exist, and didn't give me any marks for the entire paragraph. I had important points in that paragraph, okay. No such word as 'chock-full' meh? If only she had bothered to go look up the dictionary. Gah.

First, she teaches us all the wrong pronunciations.

"Class, do you know this word? Have you seen it before?"

She had written the word 'angst' on the blackboard.

"It means anxiety. It's pronounced ang-GEST."

Yeah, she pronounced it ang-gest, with a hard 'g'. I'm not an English teacher, but I know enough to know that it's pronounced pretty much like it is spelled, without the hard 'g'. If you can't pronounce it right, don't go "It's Pronounced -- ".

Then she tried teaching us how to pronounce 'poverty'.

"Class, it's pronounced PAH-verty."

Cringe. 'Cause it's really POH-verty. Just like how it's spelt. If students know that, there's no reason for Manwir to mess that up. But then again she's Manwir.

Then she tried teaching us literature.

But she pretty much told us what we already knew about the poem, then proceeded to try and analyze what it was about, but managed to only tell us what it meant on the surface, not what the poet was really trying to convey. If she bothered looking it up in any literature reference book, she wouldn't have to tell us her own interpretation, which is sometimes totally different from what is found in a few of my reference books.

Obviously reference books correct la, 'cause Manwir probably hasn't done any research on the poems prior to teaching us. One time, she was doing the Baba-Nyonya poem in Form 4, she stopped at Page-1. Then she started talking about it. Then suddenly - "Oh look, there's a second page! The poem hasn't ended yet!"

You know a teacher is totally unprepared for class when her first time seeing and going through the poem is during class. How irresponsible can you get?

If you're asking why I remember details like the above, haha, lemme tell you, I don't remember them intentionally, I just go "what the hell?" during classes and it just sticks to mah bwainn like glue.

I can tell you, half my class could be a better English teacher than Manwir. Because Manwir "so so suxx"! But she speaks with so much confidence (*cough* cockiness*cough*) that people tend to just take in whatever she says as completely true.

Our class must've done something awfully wrong to not get Pn. Shanti or Sharmini or Mr. William.

And to think, Manwir is my neighbour =(

I not stupd, I just Crybaby.

I read my post from yesterday, and gosh, what utter rubbish. But if you got what I was trying to say, it'd have been something interesting to ponder over. Honestly.

I watched I Not Stupid Too today, and I must say, why no one warned me that it was going to be a tear jerker? I had no tissues with me, and the tears were coming down like, um, rain! It was so unbelievably sad!

It was also very funny, there were a bunch of very-act-macho guys sitting behind us, who spoke cantonese and liked Jay Chou ( I know 'cause they were cheering during Jay Chou's little "cameo"). I kind of imagine them to be the lala kind lah.

Anyway. Everytime the tear wrenching scenes came on, they would try and find something to laugh at. ("Aiyer, look at the guy's nose! So big leh!") People like these are often just trying to cover up the fact that they are about to cry. Then there was this guy, who was trying to make himself laugh at his friend's "cover-up" jokes, and he went "hahahahahahaa-uuaapp!"
Heh. He was trying to laugh, but that sob prevailed! He was freaking crying okay!

Macho guys don't like people knowing that they cry.

I came out of the cinema after the movie, and went straight to the loo, but it was packed, so I walked a little further to another loo, and a couple of people were staring at me. Not being perasan. Really staring at me.

Eek. My face was completely red from the crying. I tried washing it, but the red remained. So wutoodoo, I walked around the mall for the next fifteen minutes looking like I had just had a fit.

I hate the fact that I always cry the most during movies. I dislike my active tear glands. My sister says my crying is distracting, because I sob too loudly. See? I hate it.

But the first half of the movie was waay funny.
Like how Tom and Jerry wasn't paying attention to their mother. Reminds me so much of myself.
Like how the students went, "Eh, next class got spotcheck!" and everyone scarmble to hide their cellphones. Reminds me so much of CHS students, and also of myself. Haha.

Anyway.

I bought Chevelle's This Type of Thinking (Could Do Us In) album. I know, it was out in 2004, what took me so long? I dunno why it didn't cross my mind, I'm always thinking 'buy this CD buy that CD' but never 'buy Chevelle CD'. So stupid, 'cause it's so good! Easily one of the best.

The thing about Chevelle is, they don't do the mainstream kind of pop influenced rock, yet their music is still good enough to be played over and over on MTV and all that. Take The Red from the old album, for example. Solid. The best Chevelle song ever. And it's a far cry from the usual Nickelback and Paparoach.

I once lent my burned compilation CD to my friend, and the first song on it was The Red. He told me the first song sucked. Huuuuhhhh? I remember Chinese New Year last year, I was in Ipoh, I was practically spending all my free time listening to Chevelle over and over again. (Yeah, burned CD.)

Chevelle isn't trance music, but some of their songs leave you in a trance. Like Comfortable Liar. Especially during the bridge, you just sit there, non-moving, and you marvel at the wonder that is Chevelle. It is completely awesome. They're like Marilyn Manson. You don't just like the songs, you are completely awed by them.

I was having Burger King's lamb burger (very good, I recomend also), and the mayonaised cabbage fell on the booklet. Sighhh.

Blimp's view of Love

Assuming that you're friends are real friends who are not "bad influences", here's a thought to ponder on.

Never ditch your friends for anything. Nothing is worth that much.

I know, like, duh, everybody knows that. But something new comes along, and you get too caught up in the novelty and all the excitement, and you forget about the ones that matter most.

*****

Here’s the big question: Should you really “love thy neighbour” and “love thy enemies more”?

Yeah, I know we should love everybody.

Love our brothers, whom we have seen, otherwise, how else are we to love God, whom we have not seen?

But think about this. If we love everybody, heck, even our darn enemies, then the people we truly care about aren't special anymore.

It's like this.
"I like Mr. Chua the Bio teacher. He's good at teaching.
But I also like Ms. Gan SB, who teaches by reading texts out to the class monotonously. She's good at teaching."
So, how good can Mr. Chua be if you also think Ms. Gan SB is good?
(Gawd why do I always come up with stupid analogies?)

So people have come up with this ingenius way of solving this. They came up with different categories for love.
Platonic kind of love la, Romantic kind of love la, Love-hate kind of love la.

But let's do away with those categories for awhile. Besides, how would you know which category of love would you put your enemies in?

Yeah, let's call it the Blimp's View of Love. Looking down from waaay up high in the sky, you can't go into detail much. So it's like this: you either love someone, or you don't love someone. And be aware that not-loving someone doesn't necessarily mean you hate him.

I love my parents.

I don't love my teachers.

I love my friends.

I don't love my classmates.

I love myself.

I don't love almost all of the people in school.

See? If you're not looking at it through the Blimp's View, you'd probably say I'm a hateful kind of girl. But thank goodness for the Blimp. With it, I can go so far as to say I don't love the orphans and the poverty stricken. I feel for them, yeah, but I don't love them. 'Cause if you do, what sets it apart from the love for your parents, the ones you TRULY love?

Remember yeah, 'Love' is a very strong word.

Weird is when girlfriends say I Love You after going out with boyfriends for a couple of weeks.

Say there is only one level of love. Then I don't think you can go, "I love 5S6. I love my mom."
I cannot live without my mom, she sacrificed so much for me, but I darn well can live without 5S6. And I'll prove that to you starting from next year. ("Graduation, oh graduation!")

I'm not very good with words, I don't think I have it all put down quite right. It's probably a bit confusing, maybe stupid even. Maybe when I have it better thought out, I'll try once more to get you to understand.

But guess where I got the idea from.

Marilyn Manson.

The guy born to provoke thoughts like these. He obviously isn't a loveable type of guy.


So, do I love Catholic Hgh? NO.
Hahahahahhaahah.

Sugadaddy Muthusamy

So a mother asks, "What do you want for lunch? Pizza, or burgers?"

The kid has a hard time trying to decide, 'cause he likes both, you see.

So after hours of long, hard thinking, the kid decides to go with the burger, eventhough what he really wanted was the pizza. But the pizza was more expensive, right, and he felt bad about wasting his mom's money. He doesn't know his mom honestly doesn't mind spending more.

Okay, so he went with the burger.

Then when the burger arrives, he realizes, wuttashit, it's rotten. The cheese smells bad, the bread is rubbery, the entire thing is inedible.

Unfortunately, his mom was tired from her trip to the burger shop and didn't want to go out and get him the pizza.

So in the end, the kid is left with nothing. No burgers, and worse yet, no pizzas.
Curse the burgers, he says.

Analogy. Go figure.

*****

There's this orange tabby cat there's always around our garden. It looks young, and it has a suger daddy. Guess who?

Yeah, my stupid house cat.

I did mention my house cat is old, it is now even starting to lose its teeth. Why would a young, nice looking tabby cat befriend an old man like him?

To get food from him, that's why.

My cat likes that orange tabby a lot, and he always, always eats half of his food, and leaves the rest to the orange tabby.

And the tabby cat, well, it must be feeling awfully happy, having a generous sugadaddy like my house cat. And they're almost always together.

Well, well. Cats aren't too much different from humans, then.

Reminds me of the guy who started Playboy. He's now about 80+, and in this photograph of him on the net, he has SIX girls with him, three on each side.

When I say six girls, I do mean girls. Not old women with boobies sagging down south.

I think I read it somewhere, him saying that he has a handful of girlfriends. My grandfather, at 80, has ONE WIFE. This wrinkled guy has a HANDFUL of GIRLFRIENDS.

These blonde girls, they tend to give of this bimbotic, dumblonde impression, but if you think about it, they are waaaaay clever. In a mean kind of way. I mean, the guy's already 80+, how long can he live, yeah? A couple more years, he dies, and she gets his money. Utter genius.

Still. It's sickening to think that my stupid house cat is being taken advantage of by this orange tabby cat. Sure, she's young, she's good looking (hey, she is orange), but giving her half his food? Stupidity.

But then again, it's my house cat. Stupidity is expected of him. (Did I meantion that we've got this new door with grill-holes bigger than the cat, and the cat wanted to enter the house, but it kept stupidly meow-ing at us to open the door, until my sister finally put her hand through the grill hole to show him that the grill holes, are holes.)

Anyway.

Go listen to Oasis's Importance of Being Idle. Here's a song that's so very nice. The best thing about it is, it has fun lyrics. Fun, but not entirely stupid.

Movies and Money

Final Destination 3 is good.

And surprisingly, Heirloom was good, too.

I'm always griping about how Umum rated 'horror' movies are completely stupid and not 'horrific' at all, but Heirloom was kind of worth the RM10.

The movie itself isn't scary, it's the storyline that really creeps me out. It's basically about this family that has this really dark secret. Keeping dead foetuses in urns and feeding it with their own blood, and it brings them fortune and helps them 'get rid of enemies'. Something like that la.

The main actor looked really good though. Like, a mix between Utt and some korean actor.

But I was practically grabbing my friend's arm and hitting her all throughout FD3.

We didn't manage to catch 3 movies, but watching 2 was enough. We were early both times, so we went into other cinemas and watched a few minutes of this movie and a few minutes of that movie.

The above, complete Filler.

Anyway. It's weird, y'know, how I spend so little (um, comparatively little la) yet feel so guilty about spending.

I eat the un-expensive food when I go out. Unless, of course, I'm with my parents.

I don't buy the RM100 shirt when I shop. Not even if my mom offers to pay for it. (SHIRT, okay.)

I don't spend a thousand RMs on cellphones, then pay so much more for trinkets and ringtones and wallpaper.

I don't even buy earrings, bracelets, necklaces and make-up.

I don't belanja people too often. (Yes yes not afraid to admit it.)

I probably just spend a little more on CDs.

Hmmm. Resolution.

I Must Not Buy The Cheapest Meal at an Uncheap Restaurant Then Go Out and Buy a Cheeseburger Later.

Must Not.

It's not being thrifty.

It's being completely un-classy.

Two reasons to smile

M modem-router thingie's completely screwed. My dad took it for repairs twice, and it still doesn't work.

He says he's going to get a new one.

Now we rely on, Bluetooth Technology!

Anyway.

The most completely amazing thing happened.

I was walking around KLCC with my mom and sister, and we went into this camera shop, and five minutes later, my mom bought me my Lumix FX9!

Yeah, totally!

It's completely amazing because,

1. I have been complaining that I couldn't finish/answer my exam questions

2. She hasn't seen me studying much (that's 'cause I haven't)

3. I have only just got a video camera two months ago for my birthday

4. She said she wouldn't buy me a camera

5. FIVE minutes, okay!

She saw the FX9 on display, she went into the shop, asked about it, the sales guy uttered a couple of "Yeah it's a good camera, sharp images, blah blah" and the next thing I knew, she asked me, "So? Want or not?"

My sister was staring at her and asked, "So fast?"

Yeah, so fast.

And now I have my Lumix! I am waaaay haaappyyy!

But of course, there's a catch. I have to pay RM500 for it, and my mom pays the other RM1300. An extra 100 RM's for a 512MB card.

I was tempted to ask for a 1GB one, really, but I was afraid it'd blow the entire thing off.

I love red, right, so naturally I got the red one. Too bad there wasn't an orange Lumix. Hahahah not funny.

I love my videocam, yeah, but it just doesn't take good photos. Only good videos. If I had a choice, I honestly wouldn't have wanted the videocam in the first place. I'd have chosen the Lumix.

Okay, so that's that.

What else is new?

Oh yeah. A reply to CL's blog post about her being weird and my mom thinking she's weird and all.

Well, my mom DOESN'T think she's weird. And I've said that over and over again.
She doesn't choose to believe me!

And, you know, if you were my mom, you'd so totally think it was weird also!
You DO have to leave your house before coming to mine, right?

The whole thing isn't as bad as you think it is.

Honestly. Nothing to worry about.




Here's some good news. No wait; here's some UBER GOOD news.

My brother's coming back from Hawaii in June!

Yeash, really. It'd only be for two weeks, but it's good enought.

You know what's weird? I've been talking so much better with my bro since he's left for Hawaii. 'Cause, you know, at home all our sentences are peppered with words like "dumbass" and "stupid" and the like. When he's in Not-Malaysia and we're talking on the phone, we know how precious phone credits are and we sure won't want to waste them calling each other names and all that.

I actually enjoy talking to him on the phone. Really, it's weird how our relationship has gotten better like that. Now I only get to talk to him when everyone else has already gotten their turn, because we talk real long. One time, I finished up the credit before my mom and sis got their turns.

You know why I was especially pissed when Manwir wouldn't accept our essays?

'Cause I spent a long time writing it. Our topic was the Unsung Hero in our lives, and haha, I was writing about my brother. It's sad how it takes someone like Manwir asking us to write about our heroes to make me realize all the amazing things my brother has done. Really, I had trouble deciding what to write about him.

I'm still going to act like he's nothing more than a pest when he comes home in June, and he's going to yell at me for painting his old room pink, but I know he knows we both don't hate each other. Hah.

Oh gosh. I feel another looooong Tribute To Bro post coming on. But I'll leave that for later.

I've got to wake up at 8 tomorrow for my Movie Marathon with Marvi.

So ciao.

INXS, not yet in-excess. (omg this is lame)

I wasn't much of a TV person.

Just ask some of my friends.

Now I watch American Idol, Malaysian Idol (and I vote, too), America's Next Top Model and Survivor; and realize or not, they're all reality contest shows.

So I was watching Amercican Idol on Friday night, and then came the commercial break, and I was flipping channels around for a bit, and I came across Rockstar INXS.

And Oh My Goodness.

It was much better than American Idol and Malaysian Idol and Survivor all put together!
(America's Next Top Model excluded because it's too too nice.)

That episode I watched happened to be the one described as an Epic, because all 6 contestants had put on a Very Uber Amazingly Good Show.
Maybe the Normal episodes, as opposed to an Epic episode, is very boring.
But I doubt it.

Suzie did Bohemian Rhapsody, and she was the one who got to do an encore. I personally think Marty, and that might be an incorrect spelling, fared better than Suzie. He was doing Wish You Were Here, right, and I kind of, uh, fell in like with his look. (What'd you expect, I'm still 17.)

Not his looks, he's not that good looking really, but his look, as in the way he looked when he was doing that Pink Floyd song.

But looks aside, he still did better than Suzie.

Wish You Were Here is pretty much the type of song that doesn't have a climax, if you know what I mean. It's pretty hard to pull it off onstage.

Bohemian Rhapsody is good no matter how you sing it. And it has a Climax (uh, if you know what I mean).
It's not that hard, y'know?

Why does Marty look so good?

And why have I been watching American Idol, and not Rockstar INXS?

Most of all, why am I wasting so much time in front of the TV?

Stressed over the lack of stress

Hmm. Have not been online for an entire week, am feeling good about myself.

Nothing to do with the fact that it's exam season though. My modem-router thingie just decided to stop working for a bit. Not entirely die out on us, its lights are still blinking, but it doesn't connect us to the world wide web.

Still. Good timing la, 'cause that's one less distraction to deal with.

Oh my oh my I am so so stressed!

Over the fact that I am not very bothered with the exams.

I remember back in form 3 and form 4, I would study for hours and hours with only ten minute breaks in between. Heck, during one term exam I actually studied 9 hours everyday, and that was right after I came back from school!
Almost all my waking hours were spent cramming in "knowledge".

Yeah. Knowledge that only lasted throughout that exam week. And then it was bye-bye-baby!

But I'm pretty glad I made short, concise, really easy to read notes when I study. When I took out my notes in school last year, there were people who asked me, "What you doin'? Waste time lah!"

Very waste time meh? See who's wasting time now la, now I can study two chapters of Biology in under three hours (excluding breaks) because I have my very nice looking graphs and mind maps and short notes nicely written onto A4 papers, underlined and highlighted.

It certainly helps. No kidding.

I did notes for every chapter of hard-to-study subjects for PMR, and when my mom made me clean out my study table/shelves, WAH, really, like parting with lover, seeing all your months of effort being chucked into that black pastic bag. Mm seh dak.

Speaking of exams. I think PJK is so totally stupid. I know I sound like a whiny 6 year-old, but really loh, I don't really wanna know what cricket games what cricket equipment what what lah.

So I only flipped through the textbook when I came to school. And then I found out, quite a number of people actually study for it.

I know last night Li-Ann was, hmm, going insane from studying PJK. But I thought, aiyah, Li-Ann lah, cannot compare one. So I continued not-studying.

Then I came to school, woah, people actually said they FINISHED studying PJK.

"Finished? As in, all 150 pages?"
(I don't really know how many pages. I assumed 150 was almost there.)

"Yeah. Finished."

Why would anyone wanna spend so much time on PJK?
And to think, I was watching American Idol last night, pointing fingers and happily criticizing the performances of the contestants.

And it's unfair because PJK is one subject (if you can call it a proper subject, that is) that people who don't study can get better results than people who do. Like, they know the rules of the games, and their coaches go like, "okay, now stretch your triceps" or something to that effect during warm up sessions, so they know what is what la. At least, that is what they said.

People like me, have to sit in class an hour before exam, flipping through 150 pages of the textbook, and still cannot answer stupid cricket related questions.

But I don't regret not studying. At least, I ran the rounds around the field for UDTA, instead of just settling for 1 mark. (Consolation, okay.)

I am off to study Bab 9 of Biology.

It's supposed to be the easiest of the 3 'I-Hate' subjects, a.k.a. "FiziksBioKimia".

I really don't wanna screw it up.