Monday, December 25, 2006
Happy 18th birthday!
Sad 18th Birthday.
Unforgettable 18th Birthday.
18 is a wonderful year. (says the Chinese - 18 is auspicious to them)
18 is the official clubbing age. (says everybody - but who really goes)
18 is freedom. (says the law of the United States - its 21 here)
So what the heck is so great about being 18?
Guys. Seriously, thanks so much for taking the effort to celebrate my birthday. I really, really appreciate you guys doing it for me. *wipes water off eyes* So touched. And thanks to my bragging about how I dont have a watch and how cheap are they are from Petaling Street, I now am the proud owner of 3 beautiful watches.
I got everything I wanted this year and so much more.
Even things I didnt want.
So you want to know what is so great about my 18th birthday?
Imagine being really happy celebrating with your friends and then getting hit by a drunk driver.
Or maybe just someone you really care about stop caring for you that moment and then and there was no way you could plea for forgiveness.
Imagine planning how to celebrate your birthday for weeks with someone you really love and just have all your plans sabotage in the snap.
Imagine your favourite collections of barbie dolls got burnt when someone just gave you a whole new set of barbie clothes.
Imagine not only having to do everything you dislike on your birthday but also having the love of your life ignoring you by talking to someone else for the entire day as well.
Imagine it's Christmas and someone kidnap Santa.
Imagine being trapped in a box.
And someone just keep poking at you.
Laughing at you.
Spitting at you.
Imagine getting the best gifts in the world on your birthday but it was the things you presented to someone else before.
Every single little thing.
Even a tiny calendar we share together.
Not even a birthday song.
A giant package of sorrow.
Imagine doing nothing but cry. 3 days 3 night. Non-stop.
So what is so great about my 18th birthday again?
Sunday, December 17, 2006
I'm simply blogging to kill time and to keep my mind occupied. Jo has taken the camera and currently on her way to Penang. Probably happily chatting and laughing with her bf. So I won't be having any up to date pics in this post. DON'T BE MISTAKEN. I DON'T MISS HER AT ALL.
So Friday was the last of my tuition classes for the holidays. Somehow I've already gotten use to the rhythm of the whole tuition thing, I'm inevitably turning into a kiasu pig. I look forward to seeing Mrs Gooi and listening to her 'stories' every week. She scares us every week about how very tough, susah, sesak nafas upper six is gonna be. Frankly, I'm freaking out and close to having a panic attack. Not to mention when you have to miss someone so much for a whole 6 days 5 night camp!
Thus, my beloved friends, here's your chance to cheer me up!
As you all know, my birthday and Christmas is coming, very very sooooon.
And most of the kiam-siap fellas I know always give the 2-in-1 gift.
Kiam Siap Guy : Nah Jess, here's your present.
(notice how he conveniently failed to mention birthday or Christmas)
Me : Wow! Thanks so much. Wah..you memang kawan yang baik le..
(starts complimenting my friend upon receiving a gift)
KS Guy : Haiyoh..don't mention it le...*starts to blush*
Me : So huh...what are you getting me for Christmas? *smiles brightly*
KS Guy : *stunned* *smiles silly back at me and shrugged*
Me : *burst into laughter* HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH joking only le..
KS Guy : Err..ha..ha..ha
Me : *whispers* Cheapskate
Anyway, let me make your job of picking me a gift easier by pointing you at the right direction.
If I had the camera right now, I would have taken pictures of my 'close-to-falling-apart' car. At least that's what my friends call it. I just call it my made-in-Malaysia mobile saviour. I've had about 6 accidents up to date (I lost count) . Last Saturday went mamak after bug catching duties and hit the curb of the parking so can add one more become 7 lah.
Here are some pics from our bug catching trip for your entertainment.
Ley Yeem aka Kayu was like, OMG! How can you hit the wall in front of your car?
And I was like, Aiyah...cannot see mer..
And she was like, now you know why I parked at the opposite lane far far away from your car hor..
(the whole parking lot was empty)
And I was like, (nothing to say) (because it's so true).
Yes, I gotta admit I don't have the best parking skills, but boleh tahan wert.. Only 7 after I got my license in mid March, so it's like 7 devided by 9 = 0.7777777777777778 accidents per month. My beloved-friends-who-are-gonna-give-me-TWO-presents, even took the novelty to memorize my number plate so they wouldn't park beside me. Maybe I should like buy one of the 'NO PARKING' signs and embed it on my car's rooftop.
Then all of you will know to not park beside me right?! Jess is a genius. Of course I'm not stupid enough to put my number plate online le.. Given you a clue already. See? My car is black in colour. Hehe. Like my phobia for needles, all of you reading this shall have phobias of black cars! Muahahahhahahha... I certified tak waras already...
Back to the main topic. If anyone is willing, the bestest present for me is to,
'PIMP MY RIDE!'
Or we Malaysian can call it,
'BAPA AYAM SAYA PUNYA KERETA!'
Or the least you can do is buy me a left side mirror for Proton Wira's, cuz' mine is broken when a stupid tak tau pandu kereta punya lori knock it off and shattered it to pieces.
This one seriously not my fault okay.
Next stop. The best gift for me would be a new handphone. Any handphone will do!
Anything other than.....
So 'geng' right. In this modern era, a girl like this can tahan using this phone for about a year now, should be highly rewarded. Even my 70 year old grandmother is not using this model. I'm serious. C'mon le..it's not that difficult.. An average normal people phone would cost only an average of RM800. Got 80 person each person pay RM20 can already mer..
Understood my fellow buddies? Good.
I really wanna hear another ringtone other than the 'mary had a little lamb' my bro composed on my phone. Preferbly mp3 okay.
If you don't think you wanna blow your life-savings on those gifts above for Jess the Great, don't worry, I have cheaper alternatives for cheapos like you. (joking joking..hehe..where got cheapo..you are gonna give me 2 presents after all right?)
YESSSHHHHHHHHH ! ONE TREE HILL SEASON 3!!!!
I know I've watched it, but I really REALLY LOVE ONE TREE HILL AND MUST HAVE THIS DVD BOX (to prove my loyalty and fanatic-ism for the series!!!)
And you guys can get it from the pasar malam or Summit for a good price!
By good price I mean ONLY RM50!
If the fella trying to sell you for RM 60 tell him next door selling at RM50.
And I also want this.
Sleek and slim. Suit me right?
Forgive me for blasting my original headphones until it went 'BOOM'. Now I'm resorting to using my computer speakers for entertainment.
Kesiannya budak ni...
I think this is one of the longest post I wrote. Being the good girl I've been for the whole year, Santa, I want my prezzies! Anyone who just happen to bumped into my blog and feeling generous can send my the gifts signed secret admirer to make me happier okay?
It's the season of giving people. So give with all your heart and soul.
*feeling dramatic already*
Thank you people. Thank you all.
*wipes (fake) tear/water off eye*
*waves like a pageant queen*
Sunday, December 10, 2006
This holiday, I've spent tons of time waiting.
Waiting for my tuition class to start.
Waiting for my tuition class to be over.
Waiting for my ride to come.
Waiting for the next One Tree Hill episode.
Now you must be wondering. How come Jess have to wait for her tuition class to start?? Don't most poeple just get changed, sit in front of the television surfing every single channel, and won't leave until you can make sure that the minute you step into the class teacher will start teaching so you wont have to look like the idiot who goes there even 10minutes before the class begin plus still manage to catch a few minutes of your favourite wah lai toi drama series before attending class?
*phew* Wow. That is such a detailed description on what I used to do before tuition.
Unfortunately, we aren't allowed to do so anymore after we enter form6. Remember how I told you about the kiasu-ness spirit that is flying high among the form sixers? It only grows stronger as time past. For example, I attend this tuition class in KL. Mr X is a very well known X subject teacher in the Klang Valley and some say Penang too. He gives about 12 classes a week with an average of 150 students each class.
We were told by our seniors to reach there at least half an hour earlier or else there wont be any seats left for us. So, we would usually depend on Malaysia's (not so dependable) public transportation to bring us there straight after school. Mr X tuition centre has specially prepared this 'waiting room' for us. Our aim everytime there was to be as close to the door of the class as possible in that 'waiting room' just as the last class leaves SO WE CAN RUN IN AND GRAB THE BEST SEAT POSSIBLE BEFORE THE BYATCH IN FRONT OF YOU PLACE HER BOOKS DOWN ON THE TABLE CLAIMING THAT ITS HERS NOW.
It's tough work, having to beat extreamly fierce kiasu competition.
HOWEVER, this holiday, things took an even worst turn. When the kiasu-ness attacks, people realise they can be there EVEN EARLIER without school.
This is a sample of the class plan.
The two small rectangular thingy are the doors for the class. The longer one is the blackboard. And the long black lines are the tables in the class. There are all suppose to be of the same lengh but too lazy to draw so nice lah..
The scenario last Thursday. We arrived there at 12 noon when the class was suppose to start at 1 pm. When we enter the class.....
Stupid kiasu people... Got no life is it?!!
I'm already one freaking hour earlier you know!
For Jess it's a damn great achievement that deserve at least a noble prize of some sort!
Anyway, disappointed, I chose to sit in front on the side while some of my friends chose the back seats because they say they couldnt see from where I chose to sit. And its pretty true.
5 minutes later....
Those tiny black dots are suppose to be people. I'm the violet colour dot while my friends are the pink ones. And as you can see, even the teacher doesn't have anymore place to move around. Although you see little white spaces in my oh so beautiful drawing, reality, we have no space around at all to spare. And there were still over 10 people outside wanting to attend the class. Poor us. I wonder if someone farted continuously in the middle of the class will we be able to walk out of the class alive with our noses still attached.
So me and my other friend decided to just retrieve our bus fare from Mr X and come back another day. We came back Thursday. This time WAY earlier. We were there 11am when the class only starts at 1pm. We thought we would be the earlier ones already. Oh we're wrong. Although the place hasnt even open yet, there is already people waiting outside by the door...
Okay, without the homeless cardboard and coins on the floor but the position of how my friend is sitting by the door can be somehow related to this picture. She was burned out, tired, so we asked her to sit closer to the entrance to block anyone from entering before us. We waited outside the door for an hour, together with a whole bunch of damn bloody kiasu people.
Can you imagine that?!!??!
That Jess is THAT rajin to be there 2 freaking HOURS before the class starts!
And it worked! WE GOT THE BEST SEAT IN THE HOUSE!
The class lasted for 3 and a half hours. Half of my friends are already sleeping before the first session ended.
So much for getting the best seat in the house...