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…can be seen here.

I know, I know, I’m obssessed, but I really screamed when I saw the cover.

I can’t wait for April.

 

I’m back from NSCFL Camp! And because Image Uploader is still dysfunctional, I’ll save the photos for last.

The camp was awesome, even though I resented it at first. Watch out for the six-days journal in one of my pages.

Mayoout.

Just a note to everyone; I’ll be gone from tonight till the 28th of November for camp.

Bye, everyone! -tear-

Credit: Title stolen from the amazing Theresa slash Sasha. (:

Holiday Reading Schedule:

1. Wings by Aprilynne Pike –Joey   (Finished -21/11)
2. Willow by Virginia Andrews –Rachel
3. Wicked Forest by Virginia Andrews –Rachel
4. Dark Visions by LJ Smith
5. Vampire Diaries #1 by LJ Smith
6. Vampire Diaries #2 by LJ Smith
7. If possible, My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult –Sasha (I didn’t meet Xuen at school, tho. (: )

I love my hols.

Mayo out.

 

Edited by Michelle Teoh (22/11)

Note: Pictures unavailable, because WordPress hates me.

So it is a tuition-less Friday, and upon impulse, we went to Penang.

This morning, I woke up at nine and spent the next hour choosing my clothes. No kid, ’cause I get all picky and fussy whenever I’m out on a trip. So in the end I wore a sleeveless 3/4 mini dress with grey leggings, something inspired by an incredible fashionista named Serena van der Woodsen. SRSLY.

The three of us -my dad, mum and I- had quite a huge debate -about primary school drama-rama- in the car all the way to Penang, while Chieny just stared into oblivion. At least I think she was because she shut her mouth throughout the whole journey except for times when she sang along to ‘Trouble Is A Friend’ on the radio, which, as you know, turned out to become quite a series of indistinct murmurs.

Okay, so I’ll make my main motives clear. The reason I wanted to go to Penang in the first place is because I wanted to get my books aka presents from my dad for being top in class. So, naturally, the first place I headed was Borders, whereas my parents and Chieny entered Jusco.

And for once, I ran out of books at Borders.

REALLY. I had my mind on the Vampire Diaries for the past few days -note previous post- so I was aiming to get the series. And Borders didn’t have the first book.

Quite unbelievable, actually, but since it’s the New Moon hype, the whole shop was pretty much dominated by Stephenie Meyer’s second instalment of the Twilight Saga, and they even had a RM60++ 2010 calendar that I squealed mentally at. But of course, I told myself to keep my eyes on the goal.

But no, there was no Awakening && Struggle, so you know what I did? I went to Popular.

AND POPULAR HAS THE BOOK!

So, YAY for me, when I bought the two books with a 15% discount on both books. I feel happy for my little achievement there. At least I wasn’t deprived of purchasing a book like the last time I was at Queensbay Mall.

And you know something else that was totally awesome? We had lunch at TGI Friday’s. Ohmygod.

We had Cajun-Dried Salad, Boneless Chicken Wings, Clam Chowder, a chicken dish that I wasn’t sure of its name, Fish and Chips for Chieny, Blue Raspberry Slush for Dad, Peppermint Panther for me and Oreo Milkshake for Chieny. And yes, it was amazing.

Except that I may have overate a bit. In fact, we all overate. And the fear of puking my acids out of my stomach the previous morning before loomed in my head.

Anyway, after that, I was tired and sleepy. Figures. So while my parents and Chieny went shopping, I sat at a bench at resumed Son of A Witch, which, I am now proud to say, have finished just three minutes ago. It was incredibly boring, and I would elaborate more about it, but I’ll tell you guys more in a separate post.

And so, we headed home after that, with me sleeping in the car the whole time and my earphones stuck to my ears. Bon voyage.

Oh, and Vizzle made me a prettyful set on Nox today. I love you, Vizzlepie.

Mayo out.

Like,

ZECKOHEMGEEDOYOUKNOWHOWCOOLTHELOCALTVSTATIONSARE?

Like, seriously. 8TV and NTV7 has gotten cooler and cooler by the years. I was reading Hot! and they said Vampire Diaries and Glee are going to be aired on TV soon.

OHMYEFFINGGAWD.

VAMPIRE DIARIES!

The books! I don’t have them! But they’re on my wish list, so I’ll be sure to get my hands on them soon. Currently, WordPress is playing the haterade card on me, so I can’t upload pictures here, but I’ll link you to the fabulous Official Site, because, well, I love you guys that much. XDD

GLEE!

Ohmygodohmylifeohmyvoldemort. Thanks to my fantastic Noxians, I knew what on Earth Glee was, and am now watching the fifth episode on PPS. It is extremely amazing, and their version of Don’t Stop Believin’ is on repeat mode in my mp3 now.

Glee!

To the awesomesauce directors of 8TV and NTV7, you guys have not failed Malaysia. YOU GUYS ROCK AND I LOVE YOU GUYS EVEN MORE AND MORE.

I ❤ you.

2008 Year End Edition: Farewell

2009 Year End Edition:

“What, now?” I asked incredulously when Afifah and Kelly came over to the lab to call us for class streaming at the kuliah. Anum, Leea, Laila, Serena, Chin and I got up reluctantly, disappointment looming at everyone. I won’t be all ‘perasannnnn‘ to not admit that I know I’m going to stay in Asma class, but Chin was feeling down and I had a hard time consoling her that everything was fine.

Turned out I’m not such a seer, after all.

So when the 2010 3 Asma students headed back for the labs, I was worried for Chin and Pfong. I hoped they wouldn’t take the hit too seriously, but who was I kidding? I knew I’d be heartbroken if I was in their shoes too.

What really irritated me was that there were only nine  non-Muslim’s in 3 Asma, because no one was promoted to our class, but four were demoted to Malaysia class, including Chin and Pfong. I knew how much Pfong wanted to stay, because she did well in her finals, and she was confident, unlike Chin. But, CJ, who, in fact, scored lower marks than Pfong in finals remained in Asma class, and I think that broke Pfong and Soya’s heart altogether. When Soya and I arrived at the 2 Asma lab, Chin and Pfong were nowhere to be found, and to be honest, we were quite worried. Soya said she saw Pfong weeping, and I was postive Chin was equally sad and disappointed, too.

I wanted to console them, to make them feel better, but sick, pathetic me was aware of my lack of professionality in consoling jobs, and I knew if I opened my mouth, everything would be worse, so I kept my distance and my lips shut.

When I finally met Chin, I tried to lighten the atmosphere, reminding her about out Pizza Hut vouchers, and it actually worked. Oh God, please let everybody be oblivious for once, please?  Wouldn’t it be better if we treated as if nothing had happened? ‘Cause it would be better, but then that would be a betrayal of emotions. I witnessed enough shedding of tears to truly fathom that.

I wasn’t experiencing the previous numbness I felt last year, because I guess I was expecting this. Anum even said to me, “So, you’re alone again, next year,” which I replied, “I’m always going to be a loner. Every single year,” and nothing could be truer. I knew then, no matter what form I’m in, I’ll always be the outcast, because that was my nature.

Chin and Pfong, please don’t think I’m ignorant or proud when keep quiet around you guys. It’s because I didn’t want to hurt your feelings and make the situation worse. I truly love you guys and wish our friendship will never fade, because you are the only ones keeping me sane in this school. I heart you guys a lot.

PS. If anyone sees this, especially Yi Hong or someone else, I’m soooo sorry I couldn’t make it to Pumpong’s graduation day today, because I had to attend school or risk my merit marks being deducted.

Sadly, Mayo out.

 

Hey folks. How’re ya all doin’? I’m in the mood for some Stevie Rae Okie twang, so don’t blame me for the extra apostrophes and weird spellings.

So, I watched The Sister’s Keeper yesterday, Abigail Breslin and Cameron Diaz and all. And, it must be put forward that lots of my friends and magazines said that it was a heart-wrenching, tear-inducing movie. So I was ready last night. With a box of tissues in front of me and a pillow to hide my face in case it gets too messy for everyone.

And you know what? In the end, I didn’t even cry.

Sure, the most I got was a blurry vision, but not a single tear dropped from my socket. Nada. Whereas my parents were the one who went “waah it’s such a sad movie waah”.

Butbutbut, I think I can sort out the theory behind this. See, the movie’s about Anna losing her sister and Sara losing her daughter, right? Well, I have neither, so I can’t actually feel the sadness coursing through my parents tear glands. And so, no, I didn’t cry.

Another theory of mine is that, well, I’ve built a hard core around my heart these past few months. Even I began to notice that. Last time, (around the beginning of the year) I would definitely cry whenever scolded. Now, though, I can actually look away and think negative thoughts at the scolder when faced with such a situation. I can afford to be all by myself with no one to communicate with for 24 hours straight. I didn’t know I could do it, but I did, so it’s the explanation I can come up with.

By the way, I think the hard core doesn’t include breaking into tears all of a sudden when disappointed and let down. Like, all of a sudden, and then it stops, and its like nothing ever happened.

Anyway, that was yesterday. Today I had Alan’s Science tuition, and guess what he thought? Blood. And then he said all sorts of stuff like bone marrow, leukemia, chemo and stuff, and my mind wanders back to My Sister’s Keeper. Ironic, huh, that he chose such a perfect timing to teach that topic just after I watched that movie.

Of course, if I hadn’t watched that movie last night, my automatic thought would be vampires, especially the donated blood and refrigerated blood part. I still did, though, although the impact wasn’t as huge. And then he said that blood is a mixture of plasma and red blood cells and white blood cells called erythrocytes and leucocytes and also platelets. Sorry if that gave you aneurysm all of a sudden. So, he said plasma actually contained waste products, so I thought it was irky that vampires drink blood that contain urine. I swear, if I become a vampire someday, I’ll ask a topnotch doctor or scientist to separate the plasma and cells, so that I’ll just gulp the cells down like vitamin C tablets. It’s much cleaner and healthier that way.

Get this, True Erythrocytes instead of True Blood.

“Red blood cells to boost up your energy and give you the strength for your daily needs! No excretory waste, and is as clean as your home toilet!”

Who knows? Maybe I’ll be famous one day, like that genius Japanese scientist in True Blood.

Speaking of vampires, I’ll tune into vampyres for a sec. Ohmyvoldemort, Burned is out 27 April 2010 in US and 6 May 2010 in UK, which also means, time to save up and purchase online! Or maybe I’ll get lucky and get it in Penang like how I got Tempted.

My post is long, and you’ll sure be yawning in a matter of seconds, so I’ll just leave one last remark before I got back to Nano. The dream of my death yesterday? I’ve thought about it, and realised it was more of excitement and an adrenaline rush instead of happiness. The minute the weird guy killed me with his finger -yes, finger– I was jolted awake immediately. Coincidence, no?

Ohmylife. I’ve just thought of an incredible storyline.

So long, folks.

Mayo outta here.

 

Ah. Finally. A local English song worthy of my hearing.

I fell in love with this song ever since that sad paper dude peeked out of (a sheet of paper? a file?) to look at the other paper chick in the other building. Cute. I like it how everyone blew him over to the other end when he was literally stuck in the middle of two buildings, hanging on to a string by a paper clip.

Anyways, yes, this is another random post, because I’m procrastinating on my Nano. Don’t ask me what that is. Yet. I’ll blog about it later when I’m free. Don’t want any sneakadees poking around here.

So my laptop clock says it’s 5.39, but the clock on my wall points to 5.46, so you can say I’m pretty much bored off my pants till I even have the tolerance to decide which clock should I follow. I just watched A Cinderella Story on my laptop just now, and, okay, it’s cheesy. But, of course! It’s Disney. Disney and cheesy, are like, soul twins. Look, they even rhyme! I’ve been watching lots of cartoon lately, like Up and Ratatouille, regardless of how much nonsense they spit out. Especially Up. God. The old dude’s what, 80? How the hell could he move a whole house in a barren land full of nothingness? But then again, Pixar took a leaf outta Disney’s book, so we’re landed with crappatastic three-dimensional movies, full of equally three-dimensional characters with incredibly square-ish jaws and egg-shaped faces.

Besides that, I gotta tell you guys, it’s raining outside. With lots of lightning and thunder. Right, I just remembered, people used to ask why does lightning come first? Some say ’cause our eyes are in the front, therefore we see the zapping of the lightning first; some say, uhh, to warn people to shield their ears when thunder strikes. Well, me? I say the combination of the two of them could make you end up in a handicapped ward, because lightning blinds the hell out of your eyes, and thunder chases your eardrums till they fall out of your ears. I hate storms, by the by.

My runny nose just came on, darn. I hate it when it just slaps my nose uninformed. I could be, like, brushing my teeth, and then the gooey mucus will start to blob in my nasal cavity and then I would have trouble breathing, ’cause it’s so freaking itchy. Not to mention the eyes. God, the eyes. They’re the worst. That day, I was piling muffins into my mouth, and then my left eye got all itchy on me when I blinked. So I rubbed it. And rubbed. And rubbed. And rubbed. Till it got all swollen and puffy-like and then Chieny would start to ask, “Are you crying?”

Oh, bee tee double yew (Oh, hello? Somebody’s copying me? Wait, it’s not my creation, it’s Christina’s. At least she knows that I do.) I might be going to MYF tonight. Yay! But, only might, ’cause I’m all with procrastinating. That’s practically my middle name, huh? But, I dunno, I want to go, but it also depends on transport, so.

Ohmylife. You know your life’s slipping into a coma when you are running out of things to blog about.

Oh, and I dreamt that I died last night. And I liked it. It’s really complicated, but I seriously like it. I know that I posted that in my Facebook profile, but I’m mighty proud of it, ’cause I’m cooking up a story plot now. Dun dun dun.

Bye, folks. Aaaaaaaaand, Mayo out.

Because I simply failed at music camp.

I thought I would enjoy the four-day music camp at SP and return with a big grin and enthusiasam to write a journal about my days there and post it here. So I was all happy happy joy joy (as how Hollie put it) when I took the bus to Swiss Inn, and was still happy happy joy joy when I arrived at the Hibiscus Hall (double yew tee eff?) and listened to the talk that one of the teachers gave. And that was when my tummy betrayed me.

Bee tee double yew, if you’re eating anything right now, or wearing your favourite shirt, or whatever, go spit that something out and wear a bib over your top. Or, if you’d rather take the risk, fine.

Okay, so I did something in the hall toilet, because I seriously couldn’t wait for the hotel room. Then I did it again for God knows how many times in the room bathroom, until I puked.

Yay.

Then I slept, and got fever, and passed out till the next day.

Double yay.

So much for a happy ending.

(PS. To all you terribly guttered minds out there, did it involves sitting on a porcelain bowl and squeezing smelly funk out. Not some perverse stuff that gutters think about. :p)

Oh my Gosh. That was so funny. Poor Taylor, though.

www.failblog.org

Ohmygodohmygod. It’s the most hilarious blog I’ve ever seen.

Epic Fail Pictures and Videos of Owned, Pwned and Fail Moments. You guys have just saved me from everlasting boredom.

I cannot get through one day without you nagging at my thoughts. Please, can’t you just STOP IT? You may not know it, but you probably do, that you’re driving me nuts every single day. Yes, you’re awesome, you’re great, that doesn’t mean you have to torture me with all your amazing virtues or whatnot! Because of you, my life has been in turmoil ever since. Wouldn’t it be so good if you just BACKED OFF for once? Fine, you can choose to chide me under your breath or even call me names, but JUST STOP FREAKING BUGGING ME. That is all I ask of you. Just this once. Let me enjoy my holidays for once, and when we meet again, I hope things will change for the better, though I highly doubt so. At least let me forget you, and we’ll all get on with our stupid lives and die faster.

Sounds like a plan? IT’S A GOOD ONE. YOU BETTER.