And yes, due to immense pressure from people I know, I will abide your wishes and update my blog. It's probably going to be done in a few parts, and after you read this, there mayn't be anything left to mention in my email correspondence to the special few. And my memory's so skewed up I'm not going to bother to do stuff chronologically. In fact, I'm actualy referring to my journal to help me fill in the blanks.
Here goes.
The big news is: I'm getting baptized this coming Thursday. On Malaysia Day, which also happens to be my cousin's birthday. Yeah, all us 5 cousins are getting baptised together and our fathers get to dunk us in.
Due to that, we had to go to this Baptismal class I think on the first Saturday of the month. Woke up late, and got so worried about getting there on time to find out that we were the earliest people there. The 2-hour class finished in one hour, minly because we didn't ask questions, and we finished up quickly and went home. Spent the rest of the day in front of the idiot box.
Then, on Friday, we had a biology test later, so I was busy studying in the common room in KE since the labs (my first class was Physics lab) weren't opened yet. After a bit, I went into the girls bathroom at level one to tie my hair up properly, hot day and all. Turned around and grabbed the door knob to realised that the door wouldn't open.
Die.
So I started pulling at the stupid knob, cursing, getting severely traumatised and really really panicked. Wonder, really, that I didn't hyperventilate. Called my pal; she's still very far from HELP. And as I finished texting her, suddenly I got a text:
Oi. I'm here at KPD E. Come and get me.
Thank God my sister was there to save the day. I furiously sent off a text: I'm stuck in the toilet. Knob won't open. HELP!!! Started pacing around the cubicles, checking my watch every five seconds.....Why isn't she here yet?
After what seemed like eternity, my sis came and rescued me. I am free! And for the next ten minutes or so, I watched in undeniable pleasure and childish delight as girl after girl walked into the bathroom and get themselves locked in. The fun ended when I had to go to the lab.
Lab was over pretty quick, just a couple of practicals. Then we headed off to Wisma Help for the Bio test. Seems that our classroom had been used as an exam hall, so all the tables and chairs were in that exam hall seating. The moment we entered though, someon started crying for the tables and chairs to be rearranged. "We don't want Mr Low to remember that he gave us a test today," was the reasoning since Mr Low had set our test way back before the hols, "so everyone, let's rearrange the tables. Someone, rub the white board. Afterwards if he see the 'Law Exam' notice on the board he'll remember!"
To me it was pretty stupid. I mean, it's a test, yeah? So what's the big deal? We'll probably need to sit in alternate positions anyway. I ignored them, and sat right in front of the teacher's table. All around me, everyone was bustling into action. People were busy rearranging the furniture, but since we didn't really bother about the arrangements, it ended up with all the furniture being pushed and crowded against the left side of the room, leaving the right extremely empty.
"Hey, Ely. Come lah, move your table!"
Me, indignant. "Why? We're gonn have to move it back later anyway. What if the next class coming in for exam wants to use it?"
"Then we'll rearrange lah!"
Suit yourself. I'm not going anyway. In the end I was overruled and they pushed my table to the side.
No use anyway. Mr Low came in, raised a bemused eyebrow at the oddly skewed arrangement of the class, and with a lot of sarcasm and logic reasoning, managed to "persuade" us - more of politely ordering us - to rearrange the furniture back to the way it was before we had our exam. And then since we'd totally forgotten how the arrangement was, Shean-Woei kept popping over to the next class to give orders on the rearranging.
Hehe. In your face.
Friday, 10 September 2010
Wednesday, 25 August 2010
Still Decomposing...
So, third and final week of hols. Next Monday I'm to go back to class, followed by a day off due to Independence Day, and back to class again on Wednesday. Which is, frankly, terrifying, because next Thursday I've got a 20 MCQ test on Electricity for Physics, and on Friday I've got a Bio test, the whole of Topic 3.
And I'm trying to decide on what universities I want to go because we need to hand up our forms before the end of the month, and the only time we can do that is next Monday (30th August). A bit late minute as usual, but hey, we've been on holiday. What to do? Frankly, I think it's really unnecessary, because we can easily get the information directly instead of going through all the hassle of dealing with HELP as the middleman.
Ben's party on Saturday was extremely fun once we got going. At first, it was a bit awkward since I was the only girl there (yeah, all my girlfriends ditched me last minute - more or less) but Ben was extremely attentive to me and so was Chris, who had very graciously stayed by my side to ensure I wasn't too lonely before he had to leave to pick up Tarvinder. Thanks, guys.
But when Ben's pal, Nicholas Kurt arrived, everything seemed a bit brighter. I think that's partly due to his personality; he's got that kind of attitude where he could easily ease the awkwardness I've been feeling. And when we started playing on the piano together and singing, that was when I acually felt fun! And during dinner, he kept regaling my table with tales of teachers back in Taman SEA (incidentally, he's doing Form 6 in my old school) and made us laugh with his impressions. Even Montri, our old classmate currently studying hospitality in KDU and Kurt's so-called twin brother, contributed a bit when he told us the story of being mistaken due to his skin colour (he's half Chinese, half Thai): He went to order char siew fan (roasted BBQ pork rice) and the lady mistook him for a Malay and asked, "Kau boleh makan ke?" (Are you sure you eat that?)
Admittedly, the party was good overall (loved the herb-roasted potatoes and the satay) and the cake was lovely, but there were some low points as well. A pal of mine was acting off during the whole time and for a moment I briefly wondered if I had been the offending party. Later I realised that it wasn't completely my fault (though it was somewhat related to me) but I couldn't help feeling guilty.
Oh, and I got my May/June 2010 results. Not bad, not bad, but I could've done better. During our lunch before Ben's party (with me, Ben and Chris) I was telling them about my results and they were a bit stunned, I think, that I still thought it wasn't good enough. Then dear, dear Ben, who is absolutely the person who knows my character the best despite not really chatting with me much during this whole time, summarised it up in one sentence. "She's never satisfied until she gets full marks lah."
How true is that!
And I'm trying to decide on what universities I want to go because we need to hand up our forms before the end of the month, and the only time we can do that is next Monday (30th August). A bit late minute as usual, but hey, we've been on holiday. What to do? Frankly, I think it's really unnecessary, because we can easily get the information directly instead of going through all the hassle of dealing with HELP as the middleman.
Ben's party on Saturday was extremely fun once we got going. At first, it was a bit awkward since I was the only girl there (yeah, all my girlfriends ditched me last minute - more or less) but Ben was extremely attentive to me and so was Chris, who had very graciously stayed by my side to ensure I wasn't too lonely before he had to leave to pick up Tarvinder. Thanks, guys.
But when Ben's pal, Nicholas Kurt arrived, everything seemed a bit brighter. I think that's partly due to his personality; he's got that kind of attitude where he could easily ease the awkwardness I've been feeling. And when we started playing on the piano together and singing, that was when I acually felt fun! And during dinner, he kept regaling my table with tales of teachers back in Taman SEA (incidentally, he's doing Form 6 in my old school) and made us laugh with his impressions. Even Montri, our old classmate currently studying hospitality in KDU and Kurt's so-called twin brother, contributed a bit when he told us the story of being mistaken due to his skin colour (he's half Chinese, half Thai): He went to order char siew fan (roasted BBQ pork rice) and the lady mistook him for a Malay and asked, "Kau boleh makan ke?" (Are you sure you eat that?)
Admittedly, the party was good overall (loved the herb-roasted potatoes and the satay) and the cake was lovely, but there were some low points as well. A pal of mine was acting off during the whole time and for a moment I briefly wondered if I had been the offending party. Later I realised that it wasn't completely my fault (though it was somewhat related to me) but I couldn't help feeling guilty.
Oh, and I got my May/June 2010 results. Not bad, not bad, but I could've done better. During our lunch before Ben's party (with me, Ben and Chris) I was telling them about my results and they were a bit stunned, I think, that I still thought it wasn't good enough. Then dear, dear Ben, who is absolutely the person who knows my character the best despite not really chatting with me much during this whole time, summarised it up in one sentence. "She's never satisfied until she gets full marks lah."
How true is that!
Thursday, 19 August 2010
I Define My Life By Fictional Characters Who Kick Ass And Steal The Show
You'll always have me, but whether I'll have you in return remains to be seen.
Angsty music playing on, right now I'm listening to The Used. Lots of screaming, yelling, basically eardrum-bursting noise. Something that, despite my not too bad results, I need desperately.
Today is Ben and Shar's birthday, and going through their Facebook, I suddenly asked myself a question, "Why is it during someone's birthday, loads of people write them birthday wishes, but in real life, most of them aren't really people you keep in contact with?" Think about it. The only reason why people post birthday wishes for an individual is because of the fb notification, isn't it?
I get it, utterly depressing post and all that, but I can't help feeling drained. I bet even Chris is feeling the same; both of us running up and down to make Ben's party perfect. It's Ben, you know. The same Ben that cheers me up effortlessly. Ben's going off to Russia.
I think my results were alright. I'm not sure, though. I want to know what grade I got but all they're giving me is the UMS. I talked to Shar and she thinks I might have an A but I'm not sure. And it's that not knowing that bugs me. Because there is a very thin line between an A and a B. I think.
I don't write anymore.
I can't imagine why.
My head is filled to the brim of stories and tales, just begging to be told, but I am afraid of being cliched, afraid of losing my muse. It happens all the time; I get excited about something, an idea, the beginnings of a new adventure, and then, when I try to write, it falls to pieces. Maybe I shouldn't think so much, maybe I should stop reading so much into things, but I sit in front of the computer or I stare at a blank sheet of foolscap and I just...freeze.
Okay, this next piece was done a few year back, a little project Lou and I had been working on. We were planning a Girls Night Out sort of thing, and also a Party Prom thing because we weren't going to prom and we'd thought we have a prom thingy at Lou's place and Lou was trying to sketch out the different outfits we'd be wearing. So this is what happened over the course of several hours of phone calls:
For Party Prom (since GNO is just a night out and don't requir fancy stuff):
The theme is Red! Used to be purple, but now it's red.
Elyssia - Long Sleeve dress shirt (white/pinstripe), vest (black), red skinny tie (loosely - I feel like a dog wearing a lease), tailored pants (black), shiny tap-dancing shoes, black fedora with red ribbon (I wanted a bowler hat like Keira Knightley's in the Coco Chanel Mademoiselle ad but Lou was designing my outfit. Strangely I thought she'd given me a dress), puzzle locket wth long fine chain, white walking stick.
Inspiration: Dancer
Lou - Silver strappy heels, red dress (I cancelled out burgandy/wine red multiple times in my notebook), knee length, lightly flared around knees, glittery bits (I have no idea what this meant now).
Inspiration: Prom Queen
Gloria - White tube dress (short), sienna coloured wooden heels (wedges, I think), red flowers in hair, chunky bracelets (multiple).
Strangely enough my inspiration for her was a cocktail hostess, like she invited us to her place for cocktails and she's wearing that sort of outfit. Dunno why, that's how I see her.
Chiau - Bowler hat, red ribbon, red suspenders (Lou's idea) white tailored shirt, shiny shoes, Oakley sunnies (apparently she was supposed to be mod hip hop, whatever that is).
Karis - Backless, gold chain at the toe, wine red, god shoes, chandelier earrings. I think we took her to be the Greek goddess type.
Wendy - Happily ever after style (I can't believe I actually wrote that), sheer, empire waist, sleeveless tube dress, black/red ribbon choker, red peek toe shoes. Oh wait, apparently she's supposed to be a goddess as well.
I'm now very confused.
Angsty music playing on, right now I'm listening to The Used. Lots of screaming, yelling, basically eardrum-bursting noise. Something that, despite my not too bad results, I need desperately.
Today is Ben and Shar's birthday, and going through their Facebook, I suddenly asked myself a question, "Why is it during someone's birthday, loads of people write them birthday wishes, but in real life, most of them aren't really people you keep in contact with?" Think about it. The only reason why people post birthday wishes for an individual is because of the fb notification, isn't it?
I get it, utterly depressing post and all that, but I can't help feeling drained. I bet even Chris is feeling the same; both of us running up and down to make Ben's party perfect. It's Ben, you know. The same Ben that cheers me up effortlessly. Ben's going off to Russia.
I think my results were alright. I'm not sure, though. I want to know what grade I got but all they're giving me is the UMS. I talked to Shar and she thinks I might have an A but I'm not sure. And it's that not knowing that bugs me. Because there is a very thin line between an A and a B. I think.
I don't write anymore.
I can't imagine why.
My head is filled to the brim of stories and tales, just begging to be told, but I am afraid of being cliched, afraid of losing my muse. It happens all the time; I get excited about something, an idea, the beginnings of a new adventure, and then, when I try to write, it falls to pieces. Maybe I shouldn't think so much, maybe I should stop reading so much into things, but I sit in front of the computer or I stare at a blank sheet of foolscap and I just...freeze.
Okay, this next piece was done a few year back, a little project Lou and I had been working on. We were planning a Girls Night Out sort of thing, and also a Party Prom thing because we weren't going to prom and we'd thought we have a prom thingy at Lou's place and Lou was trying to sketch out the different outfits we'd be wearing. So this is what happened over the course of several hours of phone calls:
For Party Prom (since GNO is just a night out and don't requir fancy stuff):
The theme is Red! Used to be purple, but now it's red.
Elyssia - Long Sleeve dress shirt (white/pinstripe), vest (black), red skinny tie (loosely - I feel like a dog wearing a lease), tailored pants (black), shiny tap-dancing shoes, black fedora with red ribbon (I wanted a bowler hat like Keira Knightley's in the Coco Chanel Mademoiselle ad but Lou was designing my outfit. Strangely I thought she'd given me a dress), puzzle locket wth long fine chain, white walking stick.
Inspiration: Dancer
Lou - Silver strappy heels, red dress (I cancelled out burgandy/wine red multiple times in my notebook), knee length, lightly flared around knees, glittery bits (I have no idea what this meant now).
Inspiration: Prom Queen
Gloria - White tube dress (short), sienna coloured wooden heels (wedges, I think), red flowers in hair, chunky bracelets (multiple).
Strangely enough my inspiration for her was a cocktail hostess, like she invited us to her place for cocktails and she's wearing that sort of outfit. Dunno why, that's how I see her.
Chiau - Bowler hat, red ribbon, red suspenders (Lou's idea) white tailored shirt, shiny shoes, Oakley sunnies (apparently she was supposed to be mod hip hop, whatever that is).
Karis - Backless, gold chain at the toe, wine red, god shoes, chandelier earrings. I think we took her to be the Greek goddess type.
Wendy - Happily ever after style (I can't believe I actually wrote that), sheer, empire waist, sleeveless tube dress, black/red ribbon choker, red peek toe shoes. Oh wait, apparently she's supposed to be a goddess as well.
I'm now very confused.
Wednesday, 11 August 2010
Holidays - Day 3
Well people!
It's Day 3 of my three-weeks mid semester break, and I'm currently bummed out at home, decomposing in front of the computer after trying, very unsuccessfully, to study Physics: Electricity for my after hols test. Why am I studying so hard? You might ask. Well, I like to get things done out of the way, so I can finish my To-Do List in this week and left the rest of the time to do...well, what, exactly, I have no idea, but I think I'll probaby repeat my To-Do List? It's kinda like when you get stuff finished to do your other irrelevant stuff and realised that they were the stuff you've already done?
No making sense? Yeah, me too.
I am incredibly mad at Blogger because I'd just typed out a super nice entry about my week so far and due to some incredibly heart-jerking experience (I accidentally pressed Ctrl and the dash and almost screamed as I watched the page shrink; Ctrl + to enlarge) I accidentally left the page hence nothing is saved.
Anyway, as I was saying before the heart-attack inducing moment, I've got lots of stuff to do: Start another Merlin marathon, for one - Don't ask; it's a holiday ritual - and actually understand what dear Colin Morgan is saying when he does the spells, thanks to this cool website where they have all the translations. Besides, I miss seeing Katie McGrath (Freakdog, anyone? Also called Red Mist) and her chemistry with Emilia Fox, both of whom are utterly adorable! Yes, call me obsessed. But they're hot. And brilliant at acting.
Also, I need to start looking for Universities to apply to so I can start next September right after my A Levels. It's extremely horrible to sift through tons of webpage information that don't really help, not to mention that it's hard to find colleges that offer the course I want done locally but with an overseas degree. Yes, I'm picky, I know.
The only good thing so far is that I now have time to exercise and eat healthy. Seriously, I've devoured a whole plastic carton of both fresh apricots and strawberries over the course of the past couple of days. Alone. Hey, it was lying in the fridge and no one was eating it and I was hungry...
The free time also gives me a chance to properly do laundry the way I like it. Call me domestic, but I actually enjoy folding clothes and stuff. The only requirement is that I fold them the way I like to so that it doesn't crease and all. I'm really OCD on that, and hand washing, and doing things in general.
But now I've got a problem. Ben's leaving for Russia in one month plus time so we're planning a going-away party for him this weekend to coincident with an early birthday thing. The thing is we don't know where to put the venue (preferably somewhere near everyone can go to) and what to get for his birthday. So let me know if you have an idea about it.
It's Day 3 of my three-weeks mid semester break, and I'm currently bummed out at home, decomposing in front of the computer after trying, very unsuccessfully, to study Physics: Electricity for my after hols test. Why am I studying so hard? You might ask. Well, I like to get things done out of the way, so I can finish my To-Do List in this week and left the rest of the time to do...well, what, exactly, I have no idea, but I think I'll probaby repeat my To-Do List? It's kinda like when you get stuff finished to do your other irrelevant stuff and realised that they were the stuff you've already done?
No making sense? Yeah, me too.
I am incredibly mad at Blogger because I'd just typed out a super nice entry about my week so far and due to some incredibly heart-jerking experience (I accidentally pressed Ctrl and the dash and almost screamed as I watched the page shrink; Ctrl + to enlarge) I accidentally left the page hence nothing is saved.
Anyway, as I was saying before the heart-attack inducing moment, I've got lots of stuff to do: Start another Merlin marathon, for one - Don't ask; it's a holiday ritual - and actually understand what dear Colin Morgan is saying when he does the spells, thanks to this cool website where they have all the translations. Besides, I miss seeing Katie McGrath (Freakdog, anyone? Also called Red Mist) and her chemistry with Emilia Fox, both of whom are utterly adorable! Yes, call me obsessed. But they're hot. And brilliant at acting.
Also, I need to start looking for Universities to apply to so I can start next September right after my A Levels. It's extremely horrible to sift through tons of webpage information that don't really help, not to mention that it's hard to find colleges that offer the course I want done locally but with an overseas degree. Yes, I'm picky, I know.
The only good thing so far is that I now have time to exercise and eat healthy. Seriously, I've devoured a whole plastic carton of both fresh apricots and strawberries over the course of the past couple of days. Alone. Hey, it was lying in the fridge and no one was eating it and I was hungry...
The free time also gives me a chance to properly do laundry the way I like it. Call me domestic, but I actually enjoy folding clothes and stuff. The only requirement is that I fold them the way I like to so that it doesn't crease and all. I'm really OCD on that, and hand washing, and doing things in general.
But now I've got a problem. Ben's leaving for Russia in one month plus time so we're planning a going-away party for him this weekend to coincident with an early birthday thing. The thing is we don't know where to put the venue (preferably somewhere near everyone can go to) and what to get for his birthday. So let me know if you have an idea about it.
Saturday, 31 July 2010
Happy Birthday
First of all,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMILIA FOX!!
Yes, the only reason why I actually cared to sign in and blog today was because it was Emilia Fox's birthday. If you don' know who she is, Google Morgause from Merlin. Seriously, she and Katie McGrath have got such brilliant sibling chemistry together in that show.
As such, it is totally in her honour that I am playing backgammon, a ridiculously difficult game to comprehend unless you go to Youtube and look for MonkeySee videos. (I think so, something about monkeys anyway). It was there that I finally figured out what backgammon was all about and I'm really starting to enjoy it. I've been playing it online since March this year, but only recently I've got the time to actually come online and play it again. Bother my laptop. Something's gone wonky so I have to backspace every now and then to remove my typos.
So it is here that I am eating my dinner, playing backgammon and listening to Madeline Peyroux's Half the Perfect World, which is really good jazz might I say. And I'm having fun. I'm 52 points ahead while my opponent (the computer) is 102. Really, if it weren't for that interview where Emilia said she was good in backgammon, I wouldn't have discovered this cool game. I mean, how many teenagers you know plays backgammon? They probably don't know what it is.
And I won!!
And I've realised that I've not been very sociable lately. Sorry, it's just that things pop up at times. My Chem teacher has postponed class due to an emergency and so we have to replace it at an awkward time (2-4 pm) Really we just want to go home. But what to do? It's chem. And the list for out mentors/academic advisors were out on Friday, so after Bio class at Wisma HELP we walked all the way back to KPD E, speculating as to who would be our mentor. Considering that most of my class wanted to do medicine or dentistry, I was guessing that 99% of the class's mentor would be Chem teacher Ms Kana.
I was spot on.
I didn't really mind. Since I wanted to do either biotechnology or biochemistry (always did like chemistry) - Never medicine, thank God! - I was banking on either Mr Low (bio teacher) or Ms Kana to be our mentor. Because I wasn't interested in engineering at all (there goes the Physics teacher) and it makes absolutely no sense for a Maths teacher to be your advisor when you want to do biotech (Bye, Ms Tan!) it was down to Mr Low or Ms Kana.
Figures, really.
Zhi Sim wanted Mr Low because he was so adorable and approachable, but strangely enough, her name wasn't on the list hence she couldn't find out who her mentor was. Weird. Some people's names were also missing. So far the only one I know whose mentor was not Ms Kana is Chew Yongxian, who plans to take engineering hence Mr Ling (Phy) as his mentor.
Really curious to see who the troublemakers in my class got as their mentor.
Cheers.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMILIA FOX!!
Yes, the only reason why I actually cared to sign in and blog today was because it was Emilia Fox's birthday. If you don' know who she is, Google Morgause from Merlin. Seriously, she and Katie McGrath have got such brilliant sibling chemistry together in that show.
As such, it is totally in her honour that I am playing backgammon, a ridiculously difficult game to comprehend unless you go to Youtube and look for MonkeySee videos. (I think so, something about monkeys anyway). It was there that I finally figured out what backgammon was all about and I'm really starting to enjoy it. I've been playing it online since March this year, but only recently I've got the time to actually come online and play it again. Bother my laptop. Something's gone wonky so I have to backspace every now and then to remove my typos.
So it is here that I am eating my dinner, playing backgammon and listening to Madeline Peyroux's Half the Perfect World, which is really good jazz might I say. And I'm having fun. I'm 52 points ahead while my opponent (the computer) is 102. Really, if it weren't for that interview where Emilia said she was good in backgammon, I wouldn't have discovered this cool game. I mean, how many teenagers you know plays backgammon? They probably don't know what it is.
And I won!!
And I've realised that I've not been very sociable lately. Sorry, it's just that things pop up at times. My Chem teacher has postponed class due to an emergency and so we have to replace it at an awkward time (2-4 pm) Really we just want to go home. But what to do? It's chem. And the list for out mentors/academic advisors were out on Friday, so after Bio class at Wisma HELP we walked all the way back to KPD E, speculating as to who would be our mentor. Considering that most of my class wanted to do medicine or dentistry, I was guessing that 99% of the class's mentor would be Chem teacher Ms Kana.
I was spot on.
I didn't really mind. Since I wanted to do either biotechnology or biochemistry (always did like chemistry) - Never medicine, thank God! - I was banking on either Mr Low (bio teacher) or Ms Kana to be our mentor. Because I wasn't interested in engineering at all (there goes the Physics teacher) and it makes absolutely no sense for a Maths teacher to be your advisor when you want to do biotech (Bye, Ms Tan!) it was down to Mr Low or Ms Kana.
Figures, really.
Zhi Sim wanted Mr Low because he was so adorable and approachable, but strangely enough, her name wasn't on the list hence she couldn't find out who her mentor was. Weird. Some people's names were also missing. So far the only one I know whose mentor was not Ms Kana is Chew Yongxian, who plans to take engineering hence Mr Ling (Phy) as his mentor.
Really curious to see who the troublemakers in my class got as their mentor.
Cheers.
Friday, 16 July 2010
Biology Class
I've been leaving the blog more dead than alive for the past several weeks. I sincerely apologize to the few who have been checking in regularly but I don't have much to talk about.
The only thing that I found worth talking about was today in Biology class. Mr Low was projecting on the screen a coloured chart of the male reproductive organ from front and side views. Hey, we were studying sexual reproduction.
So he was pointing out the different processes that occured in the testes, seminiferous tubules etc when Ronnie pulled a look and said, "Yer. Disgusting!"
And of all the replies we thought Sir was use, this was the most unexpected.
"Why disgusting? So colourful what."
The only thing that I found worth talking about was today in Biology class. Mr Low was projecting on the screen a coloured chart of the male reproductive organ from front and side views. Hey, we were studying sexual reproduction.
So he was pointing out the different processes that occured in the testes, seminiferous tubules etc when Ronnie pulled a look and said, "Yer. Disgusting!"
And of all the replies we thought Sir was use, this was the most unexpected.
"Why disgusting? So colourful what."
Sunday, 4 July 2010
Insane
I am feeling undeniably sick.
There's this weird feeling that an axe is looming right above my head, waiting for the right moment to fall. I feel anxious, weak to my knees, panicked enough to wring my hands over and over again.
It's so strange. There are people who feel normal when faced with the exact same situation; others who feel worried but are determined to be confident and brave. These people reassure me, telling me that it's going to be alright.
But I can't bring myself to believe it. I guess it's because I want to pass this so strongly that anything, anything at all, bearing the slightest resemblence to defeat abhors me. That's the way I see things, you could say. It's either all or nothing with me. Pass with flying colours, or else. There is no middle ground. This strange feeling is causing me to be worried over the smallest things, thanks to my perfectionism issues.
The thing about this weird death warning:
It's just my driving test tomorrow.
No pressure, right?
There's this weird feeling that an axe is looming right above my head, waiting for the right moment to fall. I feel anxious, weak to my knees, panicked enough to wring my hands over and over again.
It's so strange. There are people who feel normal when faced with the exact same situation; others who feel worried but are determined to be confident and brave. These people reassure me, telling me that it's going to be alright.
But I can't bring myself to believe it. I guess it's because I want to pass this so strongly that anything, anything at all, bearing the slightest resemblence to defeat abhors me. That's the way I see things, you could say. It's either all or nothing with me. Pass with flying colours, or else. There is no middle ground. This strange feeling is causing me to be worried over the smallest things, thanks to my perfectionism issues.
The thing about this weird death warning:
It's just my driving test tomorrow.
No pressure, right?
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