I Lost My Phone =(

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  So I lost my phone at the same place I lost it 5 years ago. Both occasions my phone was in my pocket. Haizzzzz. Such a feeling of deja vu when I was going round and round the shop looking for my phone! I am never going back there again. 

  Also, I realised how inconvenient a smartphone is when you lose it. EVERYTHING is linked to your phone- Facebook, email, Twitter... So in addition to barring my number, I had to deactivate all of them and I'm not even sure if they can still log in so I'll probably wait a week to reactivate....

  The worst part? Losing all my personal pictures to a total stranger! Trying very hard to recall everything that was in my phone. Haiz, please please please, DO NOT go through my pictures! =(

  I'll probably have to use my old Nokia again. I doubt my parents will buy me a new one. I don't think I deserve one either.

a sad *atm*

Re: To Catch A Fall

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  Revving up our blogs again! =)

  Okay so this is in response to Erratic Behaviour's blog post 'To Catch  A Fall', http://locomoart.blogspot.com/2012/11/to-catch-fall.html#more
which reminded me of my epic fall in August 2011...

  It all started that fateful day when my mum dropped me off at Kuching High's back gate. I was happily striding along with my 100 pound bag and arms full of books and my water bottle, when I saw my friend Sylvester so I looked up and smiled at him.

  Right when he smiled back, I realised my left foot was caught in a hole in the slope...and before I knew it I was tumbling forward. Anddd because my arms were occupied, I couldn't break my fall, so I scraped my knees on the rocky pavement.

  At first I was just a bit stunned. It wasn't until Diane helped me up to the staff room and saw my bloody knees, and the pain hit me and I cried... I found out later that another girl had fell at the exact same spot a week or so before. When my mum knew about it she was so riled up, she called the principal and made him patch that hole ASAP!

  Anyway, my left knee never healed properly so I have to live with two scars- one looks like a J and the one above it looks like the eye of Sauron from Lord of the Rings..
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  That fall was really a setback for me as my scarless legs were always my pride and joy. It made me very, very self-conscious and I always try to cover them up.



  When taking pictures, I would either:-
a. Cover my knees with my hands/ items of clothing
b. point my left knee downwards so the scars are barely visible

  And then I realised, screw that! So I have some disgusting scars. So what? It wasn't something I chose to have. And from then on, whenever people start staring at my knee, I happily tell them the story of how I fell =) Ultimately, that fall made my dad a much poorer person because of all the scar creams I buy...heh.

 And of course, if all else fails, there's always laser surgery! xD

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Form5CrazinessPlan!!

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This was compiled by Freda and I in the starting of Form 5. I still remember us sitting at the back, in the newly-constructed Block 2, writing this bunch of crap on the back of my notebook just before we went home:

(copied exactly)

FORM 5 CRAZINESS PLAN

1. Join swimming competition. ✓ Hilarious!

2. Act like spies and assasins in school. ✓ We barged into Miss Bong's class with 'guns' in our hands and rolled on the floor!

3. Run during sports day. ✗ =(

4. Have eventful Valntine's Day. ✓

5. Skip 3 whole periods in another class and not get caught.✓ Hahaha in 5S2 on a Tuesday.

6. Decimate D. Poodle. ✗ Sadly unfulfilled.

7. Sleepover! ✓ Da's house.

8. Make videos in school. ✓ Tons!

9. Take lots of pictures. ✓

10. Overnight in school. ✗ Hahaha nuts

11. Photoshoot @ studio. ✗ Sadly

12. Go out of Kuching for competition. ✗ Only in F4...

13. Confess to somebody. ✓ LOL

14. Perform on stage. ✗ What were we thinking?

15. Makeover. ✓ Da has..

16. Model in school. ✓ Tons of times

17. Straights A+'s. ∞ When the sun rises in the west, maybe.

18. MAKEOUT with hottie at a pub. ✗ This is CLEARLY Da's idea........

Love of Driving

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I've always been obsessed with driving. It seemed like the coolest thing to be able to manouvre a vehicle, bringing yourself and other to places your legs cant take you. My mum said driving was in our blood, as my grandpa used to be a bus driver, and another worked as a postman. Driving was also a symbol of 'grown-up-ness' and freedom to my young mind.

Here are some of the crazyyy stuff I used to do back then to bring myself "closer" to driving...

1. I remember going to a restaurant with my dad once, and saw

straws that were exactly like these- black, with that extendable bit at the neck. Somehow it reminded me of a manual shift gear, and I pestered my dad to get some from the waitress. When I got home, I stuck one into the space between the sofa cushions, took a frisbee for my steering wheel and 'drove' haha.



2. My sister and I used to own a ton of Hot Wheels toy cars. We'd spend hours lining them up in staight lines using rulers and books. Also, I'd move the cars around the room, imagining I was actually in that car. Very abnormal for a girl, I knoww.



3. I used to cycle around the taman last time in Kajang. I'd dream that I was a mother, dropping her kids off to school and tuition. Back then I bet people were bewildered by the crazy girl who cycled and stop, cycled and stop- and seemed to be talking to thin air! Also, I used my bicycle brakes as car signals whenever I made a turning! (After all that training, I never not put on my signals when driving now.)


I cannot describe the joy I felt when I finally got THIS. The licence to my childhood dream~ I'll always enjoy driving, no matter what old drivers say!


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Thanks For The Memories

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Jum2 is a high school graduate! I can hardly believe it. It feels weird knowing that next year I can not enroll myself in any school. Weesah free!

As a whole, I think high school sort of sucked, except the awesome friends part. So here we go. Compilation of most profound moments.....

PETROSAINS SHOW COMPETITION!

Freda and I were NUTS to enter this. We had no idea what we were supposed to do, just hantam-ing and only finalizing the experiments we were gonna perform the day before. Imagine our utter delight when the phone call came to inform us we qualified for finals in KL! We really let ourselves go crazy, doing whatever we thought might be entertaining on stage. (And we knocked down three flower pots during our performance, no kidding!) What made this so memorable were the strangers that came up to us to say that ours was among the shows that they enjoyed. (Oh yea babe!) And the judges in both stages declared that Freddy and I had 'very good chemistry together'. Awwww. I'll always remember that!

SPORTS DAY

Sports day was always fun. =) The best one would have to be the form 5 one, in which a group of us sat by the track with umbrellas and caps in tow, yelling for all we were worth! Oh and Joshua and I went around making stupid videos. That sports day was the first time in history that I wasnt rushing to go home. David, Lionel and I had to stay back til everything was cleared. When we reached school to keep the stuff it was already pitch black and David was trying to scare me. Haha, That was fun. Aloe vera gel!!~

ST JOHN

St John was always a little bitter-sweet for me. Hard to explain why. But had lots of fun too =) I LOVE MARCHING. It's like the only exercise I actually did throughout high school, oh except for the next entry... And I'll miss the Joyce-Weiwei-Biqi-Jacq-Lydia team!!

THE CRAZY MEETINGS IN BP

We had some AWESOME times in there. David and his random, dirty, extraordinary jokes (especially about D. Poodle) and ideas...ugh. But we did do a lot of work in BP too, dont get me wrong!! It wasnt a joy ride. And we had quarrels and bei song-ness once in a while. But I think we did okay. I never thought we'd pull through. I'll miss working with you guys!

BEING NOOB PREFECTS IN FORM 2

Seriously. Look at those form 2 kids! They have the same serious, oh-i'm-so-important faces that we used to have too. I really smile to see them. It was fun though, ponteng-ing to look for Ms Wee over the smallest of matters. I distinctly remember that last day before CNY holidays, students were let out early and prefects left last in an attempt to avoid students letting off firecrackers, and we were walking towards the front gate, the school empty around us, the excitement of CNY bubbling within us, while we were singing at the top of our lungs! I dont know why but that is my clearest memory of being a pengawas in f2 LOL.

(Oh btw my clearest memory of being a f5 prefect? Lying down on one of the huge black sofas at BCCK, covering my face with one hand and scolding D. Poodle under my breath, not caring how I looked. Why? She forced us to go for the waitressing training and I had fever!)

DEBATE!

Debate will always be my baby! Love love love it from the first debate in form 1 (against Audrick who was tired of rebutting our POIs and ended up saying 'yea yea you're right I agree'!) even though we didnt go as far as I hoped to, it was fun. Even the tiresome recruiting of speakers, training, battling with D. Poodle (and trying hard not to let her have the satisfaction of seeing me cry!), and the endless days and sleepless nights the week before competition. Seriously I never

felt so stressed out before, not even for SPM. But it was worth it. And Joshua, we were a good team, you and I. Thanks lots for elevating me when I was down =)

PASCA PMR

Best days of high school!!! Seriously. We were all nice and thin and fair due to all that studying! Even the sandwich making and newpapers innovating activities at school were cool cause at least we were together with friends!...and we were so carefree. I'd give anything to be 15 again =((

SWIMMING COMPETITION

This was a big fat JOKE from the start, thanks to our Form5CrazinessPlan, in which we were supposed to do bizarre things in our last year. We suffered badly bruised bodies and sia soi-ed ourselves...but ultimately our Freda-Cam-Joyce-Jacq team won 3rd in freestyle relay! Heh. Take that, you expert swimmers!

VALENTINE'S DAY 2011

Best V's day ever! Bought bars and bars of chocolate and spent a whole afternoon threading paper stars together for the people I love. Best of all was at night when we all went to Delizze after tuition and took tons of pictures..aaand received my first flower from a guy! Hee. Thanks Bii =D

THE LAUGHING EQUATION

TLE was formed on 18/01/09, in form 3. The members are called Lenians, consisting of Haha (Freda; cause she laughs so much and so loud!), Hehe (Camellia; cause she's the

most ladylike of us all, plus she's got an unusual sense of humour.), Huhu (Me; cause I CRY too much), and Hoho (Pik Ai; why? I also dunno....heh.)

This was just after my personal Dark Ages, when I did horrrrrrible things and was feeling super ashamed and down, so the Lenians really helped me get back on my feet. Seriously, I dont know what I would have done without them. Love die you babes's!!

THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES,

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Updating Mah Diary!

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Over my 17 years, I kept countless of diaries at certain intervals of my life. Where are they now? Destroyed.

The thing about diaries (particularly those written at a young age) is that when you read what you wrote, you cringe and be like, "Shucks. Did I really write that??" And you feel so embarrassed that you tear the page out and throw it away. I remember being a fussy and spoilt brat at the age of 5. I wrote something like this:

"Worst birthday ever! Cant I be happy? I bet my next birthdays would be like this too. Tick if these birthdays sucked:-

age 6 ( )

age7 ( )

age 8 ( )...."

Hahaha. I clearly remember writing that on the floor, near the staircase in my old house. But I cant find it anymore =( Must have thrown it away at some point.

So anyway. The only diary I have right now is one started in Primary 5. When I

read the things I wrote, it still disgusts me. Cant believe how naive and simple-minded I once was...

But still, I think everyone should keep a diary, to keep track of yourself. Reading what you wrote is like reading a familiar story, and you re-live the memorable events again. Currently trying to update what happened in my last two years....so much! Gonna need a new book soon..... =)

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I Will Follow You

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"Stalking is a form of mental assault, in which the perpetrator repeatedly, unwantedly, and disruptively breaks into the life-world of the victim, with whom they have no relationship (or no longer have). Moreover, the separated acts that make up the intrusion cannot by themselves cause the mental abuse, but do taken together (cumulative effect)."

I tugged at my sleeve, peering at my wristwatch. Any minute now. Don't miss her. I kept my eyes fixed on the entrance. As if we have some telepathic connection, she walks in. No, scratch that. Nouvelle-Cordelia never walked. She sashays. She floats. Never walks.

"Jeanne! Come over here," Her friend calls from the other side of the room.

Jeanne? JEANNE? No, you idiot. Her name is Nouvelle-Cordelia! She's too pretty, too elegant for a normal name like Jeanne! Her long fingers flick her chestnut-brown wavy hair and she plasters on an award-winning smile before strutting over to her friends and seats herself at the head of the table. The Queen of Everything, always.

The first time I laid eyes on her was at the ice rink. She was practising for nationals, twirling and swirling all around the place. She had on the cutest red dress on with matching white boot-skates. The moment I saw her, I knew her name was Nouvelle-Cordelia. Her name just seemed to shine out from her. I just had to follow her. I couldn't help it. How can you not adore something so perfect?

I trailed her back to her big fancy house that day.

As I have been for the past few days. Just following, waiting, noting, admiring. I never got to hear her speak, always remembering to keep that safe distance.

But today is different. Today I have something to give her. The moment she rose, I followed. I have to tell her how much she dazzles me, I thought, trailing her across the little lanes and alleys. How much I think and fantasize about her. She will accept me, I know she will.

Wait, where the hell did she go? I'm sure she was just -

*Wham!* Luke swings the bat over his shoulder. "Whew! I guess you were right," Jeanne and her parade of friends stood peering uncertainly at the hooded figure on the pavement. "Err…well let's see who your admirer is, Jeanne," Luke got on his knees and unveiled the figure.

"Oh. My. Days," Luke whipped his head around.

"Jeanne, it's a girl."

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