New blog, or not?

Something happened at school today lead me to a thought of starting a whole new blog. A blog that no schoolmates will read; a blog which only be known as an anonymous blog. You might stumble upon it someday but won’t know it’s me behind the scene. Everything is still a blur idea. We will see later…

Claris Inter Concert

I’m currently sitting in a corner writing this post on a paper. Can’t deny I’m kind of nervous. Felt the air-con blasting, but is it just my imagination? There are more than 30 people in the hall. Why am I still so cold? Until now, after 8 ‘music maker of tomorrow’ (CK’s expression) performing, still haven’t hear some one from Grade 6 and above perform. But never mind, everyone seems as nervous as I am. Only a few Grade 1 girls seem untouched by the current situation. I’ve been to the toilet to wash my sweaty hands for the 3rd time since I reach here. My piano teacher keeps smiling at me when she sees me going to the toilet. Haiz…

Although parents were advised to stay until the whole event ends, the almost full hall now left about 10 people. It’s still not my turn. Go lah, go lah, less people left I happier! My palms are not cold anymore. Yeah! But still sweaty.

Finally it’s my turn. I did ok only. My piano teacher gave me a piece of paper with her opinion on it. Those mistakes I usually did didn’t occur this time. I should say I’m lucky.

Racing against Time

1.50 pm: Having lunch at ‘Melati Curry House’ with mother and sis. See the shop name already know food will be mainly spicy.

2.15 pm: Sis left earlier. I and mother head for Giant. She needs to buy something for her morning-walk partners. Started to have slight stomach cramp.

2.17 pm: In Guardian pharmacy. Mother consulting pharmacist regarding Cica-Care product, a kind of gel to heal scars.

2.30 pm: Finally, mother paid for the Cica-Care (RM 179). Came out of Guardian, mother still want to go to the supermarket even though she knows I have an appointment with JPN (MyKad) at 2.45 pm. Shopping list include 2 bottles of cap Buruh cooking oil, Pantene shampoo, 2 packs of biscuits and 3 pears. Stomach drumming furiously.

2.45 pm: Reach JPN, Taman Melawati branch. The moment I push open the door, my number (1070) appeared on the digital board, calling me to Counter 2. Woh… luckily I made it on time. Wait for the worker to key-in my info, summore need to smile at the cam. Really hard neh… since I really felt like answering the call of nature.

2.55 pm: Got out from JPN, in I go to my mother’s car, pleading my mother to drive as fast as she could until the car made noise when going over a hump.

2.58 pm: Reach home, shout for my sis to open the door. But unfortunately, she was sleeping. Need to dig out the key from pocket, unlock the grill, then the timber door, put down the key, rush to the toilet.

2.59 pm: * Blop…* Ah… Xu Fok Sai…

#Off topic: Mother seems to be very concert about my 'kilyod'. Maybe because of the way I want to cover it when I try to pin my blouse with a safety pin before i go to JPN...

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A reply

Just an opinion or rather a reply for a comment. I don’t care whatsoever what the seniors said. Mouth is on theirs. We can’t do anything. As long as I had fun, I need to thank them. If they say we were impolite and disrespect them, then I might have thought wrong of them. They aren’t sporting at all. You want to play with me; you should have expected revenge from me. It’s just a game. Summore like what my mother always says, we go to school to learn, to study; not playing.

To those seniors that might me reading this post. Now I really disrespect you if you are one of them who say we were impolite or disrespect you. One more thing, if you don’t want to sign my orientation paper, it is fine with me. You want to punish me? Fang ma guo lai! I will prove how sporting I am. Muahahaha…

Music camp

This music camp was held at International Youth Centre, Cheras; from 31st of May until 4th of June. 5 schools participated. They are SMJK Chong Hwa, Jalan Gombak; SMJK Catholic, Petaling Jaya; SMK Assunta, Petaling Jaya; SM Kai Dee, Bintulu, Sarawak and SM Tshung Tsin, Kota Kinabalu, Sabah.

As an ex-member of the school band, Ms Lee invited us (me, CK and SY) to help out in the camp. She even promises us we can go joint the others and learn things from Eric Lee. But all turned out differently. We became her COOLIE for 5 days 4 nights get scolded by her for no reason summore. I really mean it when I say DAYS and NIGHTS; 24 hours on-call, pity than a doctor. Every time the hand phone of CK or SY rings (luckily I didn’t bring along my sister’s hand phone as she asked me to), we 3 will be awake even though we were sleeping. Kind of develop a phone-ring-phobia. So, in order to differentiate which is Ms Lee’s calls, CK set a ring tone for her (she seems to call CK’s phone number more often).

We spent the 5 days running around the centre in order to complete the tasks given by Ms Lee.

Example 1:
Ring… ring…
CK: Hello Ms Lee.
ML: Bring 4 bottles of mineral water to the hall NOW.
CK: OK.
We 3 running to the Business Centre located on the ground floor from our room at 3rd floor, unlock the door (which took a lot of time because of the bloody lock) take 4 bottles of mineral water, lock the door, run to the hall at 1st floor.
ML: Why so LONG?! Dunno how to run one is it? Very stupid one er you 3.
Me, CK & SY: WTF, can’t you see us having difficulties breathing? No eye is it?!

Example 2:
Ring… ring…
SY: Hello Ms Lee
ML: I will be there in 5 minutes time. Come down and take the buns.
SY: OK.
We 3 again run down stair from 1st floor to ground floor. You might think that we didn’t need to hurry this time as she said ‘5 minutes’ but an experience me and SY had before taught us that her ‘5’ = ‘less than 1’.
So, after 3 minutes, Ms Lee appeared. While removing the buns from her car,
ML: Torpor, get me 2 bottles of mineral water. Fast!!!!
Me: Ok. *run to business centre, unlock the bloody lock, take the bottles, run to ML’s car* Nah, Ms Lee, your water.
ML: *close her car door without saying thank you* Torpor, those buns ah, remember to give them eat. When I come back I want to discuss about the programme book. *brummmm….*
~ ~ to be continue ~ ~

Orientation Week

My orientation week started with me running around the school finding teachers, discussing about what help they need from the 6th formers’ on the 26th of May. I think that really helped me reduce some weight. Some more, I need to be a conductor (which I and my fellow band juniors find as a ridiculous act) for our so call choir singing ‘You Rise Me Up’ popularize by Josh Groban and ‘Aund Lang Syne’. L6 boys were real hard to get them to move (actually only when I ask them to lar… because I’m not a leng lui mah~~). Every time I ask them to get ready for another round of practice, they will sure turn a deaf ear. Try asking LT or PY to ask them to get ready; sure the situation will be different.

But anyway, the performance turned out better than expected. Teachers were praising us for pulling off a good performance. They were satisfied. GOOD JOB guys and gals! ;)

Then there was this introduction day where the juniors will get a card a.k.a. dog plate drawn by their respective senior(s) and Q & A session. A lot of questions were asked. Some very ‘wu liao’ ones eg. Do you think your senior will be handsome (pretty, fat, slim) or otherwise? HTH will we know what he or she looks like when we don’t even know who they are at the first place? So, in order not to offend our MIGHT BE senior(s), all the lowers will say “I think he (she) is an OK looking guy (girl) gua…” Gosh… felt so hypocritical.

Having a sibling with good results is not a good thing. The live example? Me. Because my sis got 2 A and 2 A- for her STPM, those seniors ask me what do I except for my STPM. So, here goes my answer (for those who dunno what I said of course): well, for UPSR, she did better than me. But for PMR, I out did her. SPM, we got the same amount of As. So, maybe for STPM, I will either do better than her or same as her. Are they happy with my answer? Yes, I think they do because they gave me a big applause. But I really don’t like being put under the light like this. Really hate it. My sis was quite upset when I told her what they ask me.

Ok, enough of that unhappy thing; talk about something fun - The Orientation Finale. Although I was covered in flour from head to toe, at the end, I must admit I really had a great time. Great time as in having revenge on seniors (hehe…) and of course nice games. DJ and LH heard that you 2 were in charged for that day’s games – THANK YOU!!! Seniors you guys were real sporting but of course, we juniors were sporting-er than you guys. Muahahaha…