Suck, suck.

Hello.
Yesterday was a hell of a day for me. It was happy at first (although I was reminded by the gff how unfortunate i am in various events), but it turned sour when my PC decided to go nuts. This is my second time reformatting it, this month. Sucks, you know.

Anyways, I’m just gonna blog about what happened yesterday. If you do care, proceed reading. Har Har.

The day well spent with Vee, Amir , Hadi, and Yurvin. We were suppose to watch Beowulf, but we were sorta late so we (after me convincing em’ to watch it) decided to watch 30 Days Of Night. It was So-So lah. The storyline ain’t that great, but the gross effect was superb. My legs kept twitching and I think I kicked Vee and Hadi several times. LOL.

After the movie, we proceeded to eating where stomach-of-steel Amir ate nothing of his plate. Maybe he did, but it looked like as if he didn’t eat anything, okay.

We went bowling afterwards. The fact that all of us sucked at bowling was funny. We played one game of bowling, which was 10 rounds. Cost us about, uhmm.. RM7 per person. Quite cheap okay. The drill was to pick up which ever ball you like (haha) and throw it and make sure it hit the pins. Hadi told us not to throw it, because it might spoil the alley. But, we all ignored him and kept doing the same. He did it too, okay.

At the end of the game, the score was pretty much OK lah. Haha. I got second place *smugs*.

After bowling, Vee and Yurvin left because they had something to do. Amir , Hadi and I went gala-gala like vultures around MidV including eating, looking at games ( I was pro at the Winnie the Pooh game ) and talking rubbish. We ate at Burger King and cabut-ed before it was rush hour.

We managed to chit chat and take couple of pics in the train where Hadi fell over and Amir and I could only laugh. Was so bloody embarrassing.

All in all, it was a fun day out with the friends. Although the PC had to be sucky. Phft.

Pics ahead.

Hadi and I, after his fall.

Me and Amir. Wanna pick a fight? 

Amir ogling someBODY. 

Amir and Hadi. Cute couple c[:

Au Revoir 

The langua.

The only exam paper I always look forward to receiving is my English paper. The fact that my teacher is strict (and sometimes quite stingy) and very determined to squeeze every mistake out of my paper impresses me.

I got her last year, and yes.. I got her this year, again. My friend reenacted my reaction when we found out that she’s our english teacher… again. By the looks of it, I was sorta hating it.But I gotta love her, she doesn’t encourage me or support me. She makes me feel like I have to try hard to impress her just to get a good mark.

We’re talking about the same (and only) teacher who gives me C for my English. Ever. Yes, yes.. I’ve got C before. So getting it again seems normal to me. She deducts marks from my paper every chance she gets. Neways, back to my English paper.

I got A1. Hee. Thats like a wow, just getting it from her. She deducted marks from my summary and in my essay, I spelt they without the ‘y’. TWICE. It was the, the, the all the time. The stupidest part was, I spelt lightning (yes, that flashy thing just before thunder) as lightening. Like a friggin’ lightening lotion. The worst part is, I spelt it right at first, and cut it off and wrote lightening.. Like so – lightning lightening, thus deducting 4 marks for my spelling mistake.

I spelt committee  with one ‘m‘. Sigh. I got good though. I lubbit. I sayang her. Hehehe. At least she didn’t leave my marks hanging like mid year. Heeee.

Oh yeah, we got our position in class. I got a good num, BUT my results are crap. Sigh.

Who? Me?

Eh babi, I hope you read this.

1. I may be half filipino, but I don’t speak tagalog. Even so, I still do survive the atmostphere in Philippines eventhough I can’t speak a thing in tagalog. So, if you think its weird, screw you.

2. Yes, I’m a eurasian. But I don’t speak Kristang. I would love to, but no one here could guide me since I’m not living in Malacca or Negeri Sembilan.

3. I am chubby, but my BMI says I am normal. Not over-weight or obese. Just fine. I do wish I was lighter, but I think I’m happy just the way I am right now. Yes, teases do hurt my feelings but again, I shall say this.. Screw you.

4. Yes, I talk a lot. I swear a lot. But I only swear it in the cyber world. I rarely say the word ‘fuck’ in school or anywhere else because I think I would encourage my friends to say it as well thus making it seem okay to say fuck always. But truth be told, most of my friends don’t use it. So using it and saying it out loud, would only make it seem weird and rude.

5. I like to make fun of people. So? Don’t tell me you haven’t done that before. Call me rude, call me jealous or anything you want. But ask yourself if you haven’t done it before. Don’t act all ‘Oh, I’m innocent’. We both know its bullshit.

6. I hate people questioning my faith. Period.

7. I may not be that good in my studies, but I always try my best even if my best is really not my best. Everyone has limits, even if I try to push it. There’s a 50% chance that I would make it, and the other 50% would probably be otherwise.

8. I brag. Yes I brag. I love to brag. Who doesnt? It just makes you feel like your floating on a bloody cloud. Somehow later, I’ll get tired and you’ll get tired and you’d prolly fall over tumbling. Just do what i do, pretend you care.

9. I have broad hips. I remember wearing that uniform skirt to school for the first time. Ohhh, so much comment from blubbermouths. The one comment I shall never forget is, that I have a 44 inches waist. All I have to say is, no other things to do ah? Actually I’m quite proud of them, they actually tried to measure the circumference of my ass and my hips. Brava. But their calculations was a bit overboard. Sigh. In my defense, I’m a girl. I’m bound to have curves, specially on my hips. Thats where my fats goes. MY HIPS. So deal with my broad hips, or simbah mata hang ngan asid. Habis cerita.

10. I am a just an average person. So what if my mum has a good profession. She is still a single parent raising 4 kids on her own. She still supports her family in Philippines too. She works morning, afternoon and night shifts just to make sure there’s meat, bread, chicken, fruits and vegetables on the table. I dont see how a profession could make a normal person seem rich than usual. Like my mum always says, “If we were rich, I prolly send all of you to international school” But we’re not.

Hehsss. BTW, i wrote this because there were few annoying ass out there that was bugging the hell out of me with this stuff.