the system

i'm still banned from the lrt which is sad cuz i've got sports' day auditon...today.
the good news is that i wont miss the tryout completely.... just most of it.
and tomorow my track and field tryouts for mssmkl and my 1st practice with a coach are overlapping. my T&F starts at 11.15 and the cheer thing starts at 11.30

my mum finishes work at 11.15 so the remaining 15 minutes are for me to get to school...
i think i have to miss the cheer thing cuz i'm already on that team but the T&F is still uncertain...

the system in our school is as such (the timeing) that a student can only do one thing at once... no wonder Malaysia isn't producing any multi-taskers or any quick witted people...
Yikes! this sucks!

greek myth

god! i'm dying because or this oral test! my english teacher gave us free topic and i chose greek mythology...the gods in particular.
no offense to the greeks but the gods didnt do anything but give birth and make love!
and zeus had nothing else to do but have affairs! i know his father tried to eat him but he can't be that messed up... he mated with his own sister! i mean,gaea had a reason to mate with her son! it was because she had to keep the generation going! but zeus! huh!
first he worked hard to get his wife which he succeded to do by turning in to a lame bird to take pity from the pre wife... so she put the bird to her breast to warm it, then zeus turned into his normal form and raped her... then, to cover her shame she married him.
how did he celebrate his victory? by fucking more goddeses!
yikes. when i saw the family tree i flipped. i tried to print it but only a quarter of it came out so i had to copy it manually.
it took me four A4 sized paper stuck together (two top,two bottom), to copy them!
guys you gotta wish me luck with this!

nothing is impossible

i tried out for cheer one day after i tried out for netball and right now my thighs are killing me softly. i can hardly sit down or get up without them hurting. i am also banned from the LRT because for the first time this year that i forgot to call my mum the moment i reached school...she banned me. so, sadly, i cant go for the olahraga (track and field) tryouts next tuesday morning... nor the cheer practice that starts next week... yes, i got in and i still cant believe it!
i'm suprised as hell... but then again i'm probably gonna end up a reserve anyway...
other than that not much hapened to tell. i excidently dailed a number and wasted my credit... this guy probably heard the 'conversation' with my mum this morning... he didn't know who she was but he STILL thought she was my mum... he told me through text... kinda weird that i dailed a number and it turned out to be registered... even more weirdly to a guy...
................. he just called me... bugger. he knows i'm a school girl and that i dont want to have anything to do with him and he asked me where i am...
to hell was i going to tell him! i dont even know him! why the hell would tell i tell him my name and where i am... he could be a pitofile for all i noe! jeez! maybe when i was younger i would have fell for it but i know better now. ever since i endded up coupling with my bestfriends cousin by mistake!
like EW!!!!!
i still cant get over that!

so, talking about guys, last week i went back with ash (who despite her nickname is a girl and one of my bestfriends) ,debs and fiona throught the back way to Dang Wangi (which in english means 'nice smelling shit') LRT station when i said this one guy was cute... ash agreed and they somehow got it in their head that i have a crush on him... so they told dhiv who i think might have a crush on him to. i guessed when she came to my class to give me 'info' on the guy and here's the low down... he's malay mix, which i was right in guessing he was, what i didnt guess was that malay blood was mixed in there... malay guys dont tend to be cute... unless they're mix. so i dont really care about him until dhiv mentioned that the guy went around wearing tights and glasses... that either means that he's athletic and smart, dosn't give a damn what people think of him or quirky which interests me... i'm not into looks its just that he is interesting. c'mon!! how many guys who you see (not including rugby players) who wear tights and pair it up with glasses? it intrigues me. i like interesting guys... look at my ex bf's the first is a bookworm who liked transformers and also a funny guy...and has puss in boots eyes (which he doesn't do anymore since he now has a cat to do it for him) and my 2nd who coupled with me after meeting me... he was a mistake.... a BIG mistake, collosal.

so, i know i said i don't want to have a boyfriend this year... but maybe...just maybe i might have to change my mind... i have to get to know him first, then i can decide.

mistake left unspoken

last year i was a complete bitch to this girl who used to be close to me...
i know you think this is somewhat direct but i am direct and so is my writing.
at the begining of the end of the school year, i realised my error. how i made people get to me.
so through my holiday i decided to stop caring what people said to me... i didnt before about stuff like what i wore and how i act but i now discovered people can get to you in other ways and a single comment can set a whole heart of hurt.
yes she hurt me in a way but i did not realised until one single comment from someone. i don't recall her name and yet i know her or i would not have listened to her.
the story starts like this. i met this girl who was my mum's friend's daughter at her mom's shop where my mum was giving her an injection of somekind...or was it a check up?
i don't remember. well anyway i met her and we were the sdame age and we got along great.

so i started my school year at C.B.N high school and on the first (or was it second?)day at the school sitting next to her mum. turns out she was going to school at C.B.N to. i was very happy. so this girl joined the chearleading junior squad and in the begining i i didn't mind. then when midway to the compotition this gilr pointed out to me that ever since my friend started practicing she was starting to get distant...as if to ditch me. in the begining i thought it was totaly untrue but the more i think of it the more true the words of that girl sounded...now i realise that it was because she (my friend codename iris) was socialising more and i was selfish to think that she would not... that was my first BIG mistake. i decided to get far away from her before she hurt me... 2nd mistake. 3rd mistake was that i started to listen to girls that said iris was this and taht and at that time i belived them... now i know i was stupid (i know this sounds dramatic but this can hapen in real life and is has) how can i listen to other girls opinion when i've known iris to be a very kind and nice girl who is not a bitch and knows her bearings and never will forget them. i started to say bad stuff to and now i really feel like poking a metal stick through my mouth. well, as you guessed the girls told iris... they really do see to like catfights... or maybe it was habit... of course iris heard about the things i said and said bad tings back...
at the begining someone told me that iris said something bad about me and that kindda made me even more angry... how stupid of me. it was only natural that she made a comeback at me... i would have done the same.
so yesterday i told iris that i was sorry i was such a bitch last year and i told her the deal but now i realise that i told her my fealings after the comment and not about the comment itself... so i've got to work on that but i don't think she will forgive me and hey! i can't blame her. but i told her i missed her and so and so. i was not ambaressed to admit it to her... i was completely wrong...what i did was wrong.sorry when meant isn't easy to say... it took me the whole train ride to get the guts to say anyting...
but when i did i felt as if it was useless because even if she does forgive me and we become friends again (which i don't think would likely hapen) i wonder if i ever could forgive myself for being the very thing i despise. so now i guess i've learned my lesson... and know the power of words even more than before...
i really don't have any more to say about this...so bye

still no scoop on my holiday...for y'all that is

guess what being as useless as i am due to the fact that i have no time to do it despite of being on holiday (that in efect yesterday but now in fact i'm back in school and determined to 'work it out' this year), i still haven't saved my holiday pictures to my flash drive. so no story on the holiday... i'll have to do it soon through cuz sooner or later the dang teachers at C.B.N are gonna give us mounds of homework... not to mention pressing us for our holiday homework (the H.H as i call them) which as espected,i haven't completed...well i've done reserch for my sivic class and wrote down 5 recipes for my home ec. class (which apparently i have to take since we took acountancy last year,we being my class and the gals in the N,A,W,P classes..so likewise the B,U,K,T flers are taking acountancy this year)
i've done my english homework,since the holiday homework was to read AT LEAST 2 books... i read around ten...more or less so i've got that in the bag... or at leat i will once i get the nilam book and write it all down because i'm not sure if i should continue using my 3 form 1 books or buy a new one for form two. so i'm gonna go to school today and ask...
other than that i haven't touched my math homework...in fact i can't find it nor my B.M( Bahasa Melayu),my agama islam (Muslim Studies),nor my science...which i also cant find...shit i better find it and complete it before the 14th or i'm gonna start on the wrong foot with my new science teacher (new if my old science teacher decides to teach another class,otherwise its fine cuz i'm not that bad at science and i havent shown any trouble in that particular class.... damn i'm toast if its the other teacher....

cousin trap

i was recently in alamanda/putrajaya eating lunch at a store called Lemongrass.
i was waiting for my mum(who was working in a clinic just outside the shopping complex)
i was looking quite miserable on acount of my allergies acting up.my eyes were red and puffy,i had a tissue on my slightly red nose and i was having this head splitting headace (or however you spell it) and my mum had lots of patients to see... i had been waiting for her for almost half an hour when i looked up and saw my cousin...another cousin beside her and another cousin beside her and another cousin on CRUTCHES tagging behind them.

-to explain the guy/cousin on crutches, he had a motorbike accident, he's not a mat remp-it or anything... he is anything but,that's why he crashed into that tree. ok, this was what hapend. this guy -Nader- was playing football in the field with his bonehead friends (i only met one of omar's-cousin of close relation with nader and me ...friend,thats singular and he's single and my age AND taller than me,the friend not omar, anyway the point is that i don't know any of nader's friends but if they're anything like him i'm sure they're boneheads) and one of them brought a motorbike...so naturaly, they each took turns for a ride around the field...somehow it then got to the road (i'm sure it was a dare but that was how Nader described it to his da so i'm pretty sure he lied) i guess since the idiot dosn't know how to steer so he endded up driving on the opposite side of the road and then this car came and the ''saukerl'' drove offt he road and into the tree... so the tree thought him a lesson...not the car. he broke a leg and almost lost his teeth...and he's form four as of this year but at the time of the encounter it was still december 2008 so....

Anyway, omm (ommaira,my cuzzin and also form four this year and just had her P.M.R like Nader and Omar, the diffrencence is that she got straight A's and they didn't.... not that it's important but it proves that the prettiest face are the most 'bengong'...translation 'dumb'... which is Omar...i know it's bogus but i do agree Omar is cute...but he got 3 A' and Nader got 5...and he's pimply...but not that bad looking. when i told this to my granda when he called me to tel me their marks-the part about the cuttest face being the most bengong not about the looks of Nader and whatever- he laughed...so did my mum) also noticed me and came over with the other two cousins who look vaguely familiar but i can't recall their names (dosn't help that i suck with names) and said hi! we talked bout some stuff that i think would be pointless to write down here cuz its tottaly irrelevant and they wen't off... notice i didn't say Nader tagged along...either cuz he can't go around the chairs in the shop on acount of his crutches or maybe the fact that ever since puberty we (meaning me,nader,omar,amir and the rest of the guys who has reached puberty) havn't been talking to each other... i'm still very upset about this cuz when we were younger we were closer than MJ and his bleached white skin... we even met up in london together and squabled on a small baby size keyboard and in 2003 we had a flour fight and all went to the family day together and one of them apparently had a crush on me,i'm not gonna say more but i dont think he still has a crush on me but i think that he might be ambarased about it enough not to talk or act like either of us exist...maybe thats the reason all of us ain't talking...my mum said it's cuz they can't control their hormones and i think that that's bull...i mean, we're cousins and sure, acording to religion we can be married but still! we're cousins! and i just don't get them.

ANYWAY, all he did was give me a nod and smile so at least he noticed me and not acting as if i'm not there... so i waited for about 15 minutes and my mum called and told me to abandon our lunch and head out to MPH with strict orders not to go anywhere else. so i headed out and on my way i glimpsed Nader and started swearing in my head... i pretended like i didn't see him for reasons i myself don't know (maybe i wan't him to feel how it feels like to be egnored) and i also realised that i was walking right behind the three girl cousins and i said hi and moved past them into MPH and headed straight into the teen/adult section and i glanced at a book behind me and excidently saw omm's older brother from the corner of my eye with a look of regconization on his face...i pretended not to see him either since he to don't talk to me but we wern't that close when young so it don't really matter as much. a sec later i glimpsed him again from the side of my sight...he didn't aproach to say hi till a couple of minutes later... he said hey! what are you doing here and other mindless chat...
which i also don't remember because of the fact that at that moment i was thinking ''shit! i've walked into a volentarily mute family trap!'' ... it's not that i hate them or anything but its the fact that i've inherited my mum's likeness for privacy as in 'i don't like family other of my tight family circle to know what i do in real life...especialy if the male of this family has egnored me and enoyed me. i told capoeira bout this after the abrupt conversation with shanaz (omm's cousin) he told me to ditch them...but by the time the text came or by the time i read it i had already figured that out...

okay, i think i've writen enough...my arm's hurting....so buh bye till tomorow (if i manage to get internet excess... my mum has already paid the phone bill but the lembab telekom flers still hasn't reconected the line so i'm still depending on my mum's office computer till further notice)

writing book dilema

one of the reasons i'm not giving details on my holiday is because of the fact that i only wrote down my ideas and the basic skeleton story in my writing book and i had so many ideas that i finished the whole book....and all the stories i wrote in the period of my holiday just happens to be skeleton stories. so right now i'm looking for the perfect writing book and decided to get the same type of notebook like i had before only in a different design but the problem is....i cant find it anywhere!
and since i'm stubborn i have to find that particular book cuz its the only thing that is both practical and nice to look at.... i'm not materialistic but i would like to look at a notebook and actually FEEL like writing in it...that on of the weird things about me. there are plenty of weird things about me but for the purpose of this article i'll just keep it at that.
i'm flippin' out!!!!!!! my holiday must be published!

p.s did i mention i can be obsessive at times to?