Bloody Annoying

Maths was cool.

Biology was bloody annoying. Say that in a British accent. Bloody annoying.

Really you have no idea how much.

Let's talk about Maths first, shall we?

Right-o.

Maths was fun. Went in. Sat down. Exam docket and pencil box on table. Calculator not allowed. As usual, Erina came in late. Forgot her pencil. Had to dash to the front for it.

Flip. First page open, Surds! Love surds. 2nd Question was, I think, dy/dx. Yes!! I love dy/dx. And the cool bit, they have the question at the top and leave the rest of the page blank. Bit of a waste, ya think? Wait till you get to question 8 onwards. Give you 3 extra blank pages.

Question number__: integration. Not bad, love questions that gave 3 marks or more for something simple. Hehe, this is fun. Scribble, cancel out a bit, but got it in the end.

Arithmetic progression! No proving Sn unfortunately, but lovely question all the same. Finished in one hour. Spent the remaining 30 minutes stoning.

Biology. Bloody annoying.

Entered about ten minutes early, bloody head invigilator can't speak proper English. So we waited..

...and waited...

...and waited...

I was tapping my foot irritably by the time 1.30 came.

"You may start now."

Went for objective first. Shite, why is everyone going to structural? OK, I'll do that too. Oooh. Heart and circulatory system. Left ventricle...aorta...

Describe the stage in cardiac cycle and give a reason why.

Hey, I've done this! It's either AS or D, and it's because the AV valves are opened. Done! Next page.

Oh, hell.

Scribble 2 words (literraly) and move on. Bugger, who's the idiot who made this paper?

Internal chant: Damn, damn, bugger, shite!

Aw, crap. Guess X-Files was right after all. They really are out to get us.

Long story short, it was a awesomely hard to do paper.

I'm just not in the mood tonight.

Finis.

I Hate Being Sick During Exams.

I'm finding it hard to not get caught up in the excitement.

Hurdle number 1 has been passed successfully.

But there are still 4 more hurdles to overcome.

The stress got to me yesterday. Came down with a flu, ate some meds and a chock lot of vitamins and supplements it's ridiculous. Slept for 8 hours, woke up at 6 just to revise Chem. Ended up rereading all my notes for the second/third time. I'm buggered.

Napped again at one. Slept till 2. Then fell asleep again during revising. Slept till 3. Woke up, got into the car (scorching hot under the sun) and fell asleep on the way to college. Got into Wisma HELP at 4. Waited for Jeya. Went up to 4th floor together. Hung out outside LT 4.4.

Stopped studying after a while. Did some catching up, and we dissed--er, I mean, discussed a certain someone we know. Got bored. Started talking crap. People started filling in. Jeya and I were panicking. She didn't study alkenes. Kept feeling tired throughout.

Inside, they asked us to turn out our pockets to show we didn't smuggle any notes inside. Shit! My penknife and torchlight was in my pocket. What would they say to that? Dashed out of my seat, ran to my bag and stuffed all those incriminating objects into my bag and dashed back into my seat. Erina gave a grin as I passed. Eldwin behind me, Erina in front, David in the other room on my right.

Handed out the paper. Invigilator went through the rules. A lady came by, I turned out my pockets for her. A pack of tissues, my spectacle cloth, my keys. Passed. Breathed a sigh of relief. Started writing my candidate number and name. Hand was shaking. Fear, adrenaline and something else coursing through me. Excitement? Maybe.

"You may begin now."

Flipped all the way to the page where the structural started. Went through the first question. Shit. Scribbled something, moved on. Went to second question. Eyes widened. Double shit. Scribble something, moved on.

Third question. Finally, something I can bloody do! That's it, that's it, take your time. You've got all the time in the world. Keep an eye on the clock. Guess that's how I became obsessed with time. One eye on the clock. Don't rush.

Next question. Good girl, take your time. There's still time. Continue, keep that pace. That's it, that's it....Next page. Yes! Jeya taught me how to do this. Thanks Jeya. Now if I can only remember what she said....

Ooh. Is that it? Structural finished so quickly. Oohkay then, objective here we go. Oh, this is nice. I like this question. And that one. Ha! I know how to do this. Oh crap. Polarisation. Which one? A? D? A? D? Okay, get back to you later. Moving on. I can do this. I can do this. Yes, yes, yes!

...Finished already? I was just starting to have fun!

Shit, half an hour left. Okay, back to the ones I skipped out. Hehe, loved drawing the dot and cross diagram of Ca 2+ ion. Oh, there's that long-assed question on the various reactions. Okay, I like this. Electrophilic addition. So's this one. Next is oxidation. Then Hydrogenation.

...Name compound X. Draw out compound 2. --- is a --------. Draw out the polymer with 2 repeating units. Haha! Easy! I love polymerisation. Next page. Ooh! Ooh! Brilliant!

Draw in displayed the mechanism for Reaction --. Hehe! Electrophilic addition. *Hums happily under breath* Checks clock. Oh shit!

"You have fifteen minutes left."

Shit, shit, shit. Bugger. Bugger. Flip flip flip. What the heck are they talking about? I don't know!!! Scribble something, cancel, cancel, scribble some more. Crapppp!!!

Flip, flip, flip. Hear ye you stupid objective question on polarisation! Which one is it!!!

Tell me now or I will destroy you!!!!!!!!

A. D. A. D. A. D.

If this keeps going on, I will get ADD, I swear it.

A. D. A. D. A. D.

Crap. Ten more minutes. Screw it! A.

Flip flip flip. Check, all my objectives are done. Flip some more. So are the structural. Go through once more just in case. Fingers are twitching in mid air as I take count of all my questions. Some habit I picked up after watching Elektra. Some OCD counting thing. I do it all the time now. Ooh, so I have OCD?

Wait. I thought I have ADD.

Oh shaddup. It's a fact I am bipolar.

Or maybe I'm just schizophrenic! Yay, I got multiple personality disorder!!!

Who bloody cares? Chem is almost over!

Okay, done. Closes the booklet. Smiles, look around, people scribbling frantically. Hehe.

Watch the clock. Watch the head invigilator watch the clock. C'mon, pal, it's just one stroke away from 7.30pm.

"Time's up! Stop writing. Check your booklet to see if you finished writing all your details!"

Oh thank God!

A rustling sound as people check through their booklet. Dump pens and pencil obsessively neatly into pencil case. Zipped it close. Then only check through booklet. Hehe.

Lady came over to pick up our papers. Said "Thank you". We must be polite. Look around. Dashed forward to get bag. Chatted with Rin. Went home.

Hungry. Want food.

Finis.

Clutch Is My New Nemesis

Oh, agony of the foot and all of my extremities, thy name is CLUTCH!

Surprisingly, he let me drive on my very first lesson. On the main road. And the engine died so many times I lost count. Driving bit was okay, but the clutch was just bloody uncooperative.

Gosh. I hate the clutch.

Can't wait to drive an auto.

Smokes and Laughter

I am supposed to be studying for my Biology mock tomorrow and guess what I'm doing?

Yes I'm blogging!

Got some really stupid stuff that happens in class. The kind that makes you laugh like hell.

Yesterday we were in Bio doing some questions on CHD. Naturally, there was a question where they showed a BMI chart. Underneath they asked, 'What advice should a doctor give to a patient who's BMI is over 40?'

The thing is, people, in the BMI chart, 40 is severely obese. So over 40 would have been worse than that. And after all that Biology training, we were preparing to say, 'Lose weight, do exercises, healthy diet,' when David cut in and exclaimed, 'His BMI is over 40 and that's severely obese! The only thing the doctor can say now is GO FOR A LIPOSUCTION!'

And that simply cracked everyone up.

Today was Ronnie's birthday. Now Ronnie was this fella who most of us didn't like but tolerated. He smokes and swears and is generally, a very vulgar person. But David was pals with him, so he brought up the issue when we were in Physics class. (Teach was late and half the class skipped it after finding out so it was only me, Ee Lyn, Cat, Kerrine, Shean-Woei, Jian Haw, Shweta, David, Pav and Daniel.)

'What should we get him for his birthday then?' SW asked.

David: 'We could get him a pack of smokes!'

Me: 'You're encourage him to smoke? That's gonna kill him!'

David: 'Yes, but we're all gonna contribute RM 1 each and buy him lunch. Then he can have a nice meal and some nice, branded smokes like Marlboro or something and at least it'll be worth dying for!'

SW: What does Ronnie smoke?

David: Everything!

SW: (without thinking) What, like weed or something?

David sputtered at her. 'Weed! Shean-Woei, are you trying to kill us or get us into jail?' David is very dramatic, you'll soon learn. 'Where are we going to get him WEED?'

So it went on about the pros and cons of smoking until David had an idea. 'Ok, Ronnie wants three things: Smokes, a new steering wheel and petrol money. We don't have petrol money for him, and steering wheel costs a hell lotta money, so we're going with the smokes! He'll be so pleased!'

Pause.

'I know!' Suddenly David has this really brilliant idea. 'We'll get him two packs of smokes, and wrap one up and give it to him, then we'll take the other pack, open it and stick all the smokes on top of a cake or something, so when he smokes, he'll go--' and here, David accurately mimed Ronnie smoking and getting high. '--mmhmm, this taste like chocolate cake!! *stops miming* It'll be the best birthday of his life! He'll be so pleased!' Then he starts acting up again. 'Mummy, look, they got me smokes!!!'

It mayn't seem funny but it was freaking darn hilarious when David did it. Seriously, he kinda reminds me of Sun, just in a more argumentative way.

Then Shangeeth kept having bad luck with pastries: Last time she ate a cheese tart, something happened and it fell to the floor. Today she bought 2 choc cupcakes, ate one, chatted with SW and it fell to the floor. Then at Bio she ate the second cupcake, chatted with Pav and it dropped to the floor.

I'm seeing a pattern here.

And Cat was amusing the way she had to fend out exclaimations over the plaster on her forehead that she said she got it when she slammed her head on the table in exasperation too hard.

The Beginning of Paravel [Part 1]

For the first time in a couple of weeks, I finally checked out my Facebook. Been neglecting it for a while, since I've read some scientific study how students who frequent Facebook get a lower GPA compared to those who don't. Besides, it's not like I've got any reason to use it. People hardly tag me, no one really cares about the stuff I type (not that I type a lot) so it's been living in limbo.

And usually, the first thing I do online is check my mail. So imagine my utmost surprise, when, after abandoning my Facebook for ages, I discover one and a half pages of Facebook spam. And then, after checking all the bloody hoo-hah, I realised it was because some fella who had too much free time uploaded my Standard 1 class photo on Facebook. Yeah, uploading is OK, but I don't bloody know how and why they managed to tag me on it. Seriously, does everyone in the world have Facebook now?

It was rhetoric; don't answer.

And everyone was busy commenting and catching up; as a result, I got Facespammed. Like crazy. And the thing is, I barely remember these people. OK, maybe I do remember some, like how some people, even at the young age of seven, are brats. And how adorable I looked back then. (I cringe when I compare my primary school photos to my current ones. Seriously, I looked cuter as a kid.)

Besides that, there's this whole buggering issue going on with my driving lessons. Seriously, I'm really fed up about everything. I'm leaning towards swordfighting and stories as a form of escapism. Everything that's going on now is suffocating. Where would I be without my angels?
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"We've all had some bad things in our past," Katie explained coolly. "Colin's father walked out on him before he was born; he was raised by his mum. My dad died when I was ten. Arthur's mum died in labour. So we've all got a bond between us, a really strong bond. We all understand what the other has gone through, because we've been there ourselves. That's probably why we're so close, why we seem a bit nuts sometimes." She said it in such a tone no one could really tell if she was joking or not. Though she probably was.

"And Jules?" Dunham prodded. He grew pale. "She didn't lose anyone she cared for, did she?"

"Nah," Katie drawled in her Irish accent. Dunham felt a sense of relief until Katie continued her sentence.

"Nah, she was just born dysfunctional."


She looked around her warily. It was true that she'd dreamt of meeting people like her, people amongst whom she'd feel a sense of belonging, but long ago she had put it aside as a figment of her imagination, for she highly doubted that people like her truly existed. And even if they did, it was a million to one that they'd ever meet.

Or that they'd deliberately seek her out to join them in arms. For who would want such a dysfunctional, flawed human being to join the ranks of angels and goddesses?

Oh, angels and goddesses they definitely were. Three of them, two men and a woman. The men looked polar opposites of each other; one dark, one light. The blond man had deep blue eyes and a tall frame, one that reminded her of a knight of the ancient times. His opposite, Colin, she thought his name was, had dark hair and blue eyes, though of a darker shade than the blond.

And the female...even she was taken aback at how great the contrast was between the woman's milk-pale skin and her long, black tresses. It actually came as a shock to later find out that Katie's dark hair was a result of hair dye. And her eyes...chips of blue ice embedded in pale fairness. She blinked. It seemed that these gods and goddess shared one feature: blue eyes.

Her own was dark brown, although she'd like to think of it as dark chocolate. One of her vices next to books and swords. And it didn't really stand out much against her plain brown tresses, but people used to say that she had large eyes and long lashes, so she supposed it was alright then.

The blond, whom she was come to know as Arthur, stepped forward, hand extended to her. Strangely enough, Jules's attention was focused on Katie. There was something ethereal about her, something that drew her closer, but she knew that if she got in too deep she wouldn't be able to get out. She needn't have worried though; Katie was extremely sweet and kind towards her.

Both Arthur and Colin noticed the effect Katie was having on the young girl, and Arthur cleared his throat, pulling Jules's attention to him again. 'I know you don't believe us when we say this, but you are an Old Soul.' He smiled a little. 'So am I. So are we all.'

He clasped her hand in his. 'We're more at home in the past than in the present. There is nothing we love more than knowledge, nothing that fascinates us more than the lores of ancient times, nothing we want more than to ride into battle with a sword in our hands.' Jules's eyes brightened at the idea. 'And nothing we wish more than to live life once more as lords and ladies, as kings and queens of old.'

Jules watched as Arthur lowered himself slightly to her eye level, so she could see the earnest look in his eyes. 'The only thing we have on our side is magic--' here, his eyes flashed a golden yellow, and Jules watched intently as he conjured a deep, red rose for her. 'Sometimes, it is not enough. You won't understand much of this, I'm sure. But when the moment comes, you will remember. Because you are one of us. One of the great Queens of the Old Lore.'