The Midterm Essay:

FASHION

     I stepped out on the runway, slightly dazzled by the spotlight. All along the side of the runway, people were clapping and smiling and throwing flowers in my direction. I was close to tears, disbelieving. After all my years of hard work, I have finally made my dreams come true. 

    It all started when I was around 5  years of age. My grandfather was a tailor. I would be the busybody in his shop and help him when he was working. The amount of curiosity and fascination I had for that feet powered sewing machine! I would sit by his side, peering with awe and wonder as my grandfather created beautiful pieces of clothing for men right before my very eyes. When the shop closed, he would teach me how to use the sewing machine, how to draw the design for basic clothing and how to sew with a thread and needle.

    I guess it started to grow onto me. Of course, it helped too, when I received my first electric sewing machine when I was eight years old. I would shut myself in my room and experiment on different kinds of material - laces, velvets, cotton, satin - and make clothes for myself. Mother didn't need to buy me any of those pretty party dresses young girls threw tantrums for. I would see them, draw out the designs out on a piece of paper and sew it myself. Afterwards, I would put it on and twirl around in it for my grandfather to comment. He was always supportive of my interest in sewing and he would constantly supply me with meters and meters of cloth for me to make all my own clothes. 

    As I grew older, I grew out of all the pink satin ribbons and frilly dresses. I started to collect magazines from all around. I would sometimes starve myself at school just so I could save up my money to buy the next issue of Vogue or Neon. Mother was terribly upset when she found out that I used up all my money on "worthless" magazines, because we were not very wealthy but my passion for fashion and designing was burning fiercely. Instead of buying the magazines, I would rummage through the recycled papers at the recycling center just to get my hands on these discarded magazines. I would then tear out the pages with those pin-thin models wearing clothes that inspire me and I would fill my walls with these pages. 

    At school, I excelled in Art and I was taken by my Art teacher as her special 'pet'. My friends at school would tease me but I appreciated Miss Anne's guidance. She would teach me all I had to know about Art and Fashion and the beautiful connection between. I would spend countless hours in the Art room, flipping through historical fashion books and having discussions about the latest fashions. She became more than a teacher to me, she became my best friend. 

    My most exciting and fascinating memory with Miss Anne was when we sneaked in together to a fashion show at the National Fashion Expo in Kuala Lumpur Convention Centre. My favourite designer, Marc Jacobs, was holding a fashion show there and I desperately wanted to go. Miss Anne reassured me that I would get to watch it and we set off to the bustling venue. We dressed up as extravagant ladies and managed to bypass all the security guards. Everything was extremely surreal. 

    As we stepped inside the hall, I was utterly gobsmacked. The show had just started and the music was pumping everywhere. The models dressed in the most beautiful and chique designs were sashaying down the runway, bursting with elegance and poise. Light bulbs flashed everywhere as photographers tried to capture a perfect shot of those intricate designs. But the focus was not entirely on the runway itself. Below the runway, the audience were a feast on the eyes too. All of them were dressed magnificently in the latest fashions and some designers themselves were lounging on the seats casually. I was absolutely awestruck. 

    After this absolutely thrilling and eye-opening experience, I told myself that I must achieve and be the best designer anyone has ever seen. As the great American writer James Huneker said: 'All men of action are dreamers.', I set my goal and worked hard to achieve it. Along the way there were many hardships but with the help of some beautiful and gold hearted people, my problems were easily conquered. Without the guidance and support of some people like grandfather, Miss Anne and even my mother, I would have not had the strength to pull through and grabbed at my dreams.

    And now, as I take another bow at my first ever fashion show, after receiving the 'Designer of the Year' award, I know that fashion is my sanctuary and it will never die. Which is why our dreams and passions should never die too. Let your wildest dreams and passions burn as bright as the sun, work very hard for it, and one day you will reap what you sow. I took my final bow with tears in my eyes and new ideas for my next clothing line, forming in my head....

 

Hi guys! So I'm still on Phantom Mode, so yeah. I'm sure I wont get a chance to post anymore seeing as my Trials are coming up. 

I wanted to share my essay with you guys mainly because I thought... Nah, who am I joking. I WANTED TO SHOW OFF MY ESSAY HERE BECAUSE I THINK IT'S A REALLY NICE ESSAY OKAY. 

I actually got 47/50 for my essay. I was really happy but I guess teacher didn't give me full marks for some reason. So I went and asked teacher. Here's how the conversation went. 

Teacher: Yes Noel, how can I help you?

Me: Hi teacher, I wanted to ask you for any comments. 

Teacher: Actually there is no further comments, Noel. Your essay was basically perfect. 

Me: *gushes slightly* Oh no teacher. I was just asking you for your opinions. 

Teacher: *flips paper to the back* I wanted to give you 49/50 because you deserved it. But I had to put 47/50 because there's always 'room for improvement'. 

Me: Err. 

Yeah well. I don't know what I'm trying to portray either.

So did you like my essay? *Feels shy and insecure all of a sudden* I actually wanted to talk about source of inspiration. 

We got to choose form 5 questions. One of them, the most popular one was complete-the-essay: "I couldn't believe what I saw......" Most of my friends chose that. Then there were the factual essay, which Wai Jin chose (he got the same marks as me in the end but he had so much grammar mistakes sorry and his essay was super boring sorry). I was actually already planning to write the one-word-essay and imagine the amount of joy when I found out it was: Fashion.

I guess I got inspiration from my grandfather. He really is a tailor. He's 80 something and going strong, still making clothes for gentlemen. Though my deepest regret is probably that I never did learn sewing form him. I was also inspired by all those fashion posts I see on tumblr. Also form America's Next Top Model (I'm not joking). Also, I'm inspired by some of my favourite writers - Cathy Cassidy and Jacqueline Wilson - who always include friendly and nice art teachers in their novels. 

Did I just do an 'Acknowledgements'? I think I just did. Fine, I'll do a dedication too. 

This essay is for my Grandfather. He's an amazing man.

I have to make something clear. I don't know Art. Well, I can't draw, and I don't know how to design either. Whatever I wrote above was purely fiction, except for my grandfather. Though I didn't twirl around in a dress for him either :p sorry. 

And I think my ending was a bit too forced. And slightly sloppy. Sorry. This was done in an 1 hour 45 minute time frame. Well, minus out the Section A. Less than that. So I can't really be blamed, right? 

And I would really like to hear honest opinions about this. So please, if you're reading this just leave a comment, alright? 

I'm working on my book-review thing. I really want to make it happen. I've been practicing hahaha. But of course, everything is strictly after SPM. However, I seriously need to makeover my blog (again). So let's keep our fingers crossed, eh?

Okay. The night is late. 

 

I need to remember this. 

17 days till I turn 17. Help. 

I guess I'm only really good at writing. 

Fashionista Angel

First Day of School 2013 and Also My Lame Resolutions

*SHAKES MAH BOOTY* Happy New Year Everyone! :D I'm only slightly late. I realize I've been non-existent all throughout December. Well, basically it's because December is a month for cheer, celebration and travel for me. Basically I was too... Busy? I don't think I was that busy, I'm not that fabulous but I guess... Yeah. *shrugs*

So I actually wanted to blog about my First Day In School 2013, and also my New Year's Resolutions 2013. So yeah. This post is gonna be lengthy. But I'll put some pretty pictures of me in uniform below, I swear xD

2012 is over. Whoa. It was just like yesterday when I typed out my New Year's Resolutions for 2012. Which you can read if you click the coloured words. It was honestly extremely silly. Well, none of it came true. LOL. Funny.

You actually missed out on a lot of my December. I don't think I'll get the chance to update now that school has restarted :( So... Maybe when SPM is over I'll do it xD

Back to the point, you easily distracted human!

First day of School 2013. It was great. I'm actually re-reading the Tweets I tweeted because I have a goldfish memory. And also because I had an awesome afternoon nap and it made me forget stuff like what happened at school.

Oh yes, you can read my First Day Of School 2012 in the coloured words (click it!)

I woke up today early as usual, 5.15am. Well, I got up at 5.45am. You see, there is a difference between get up and wake up ;) And I had breakfast. I actually downed a cup of boiling hot Milo because I was worried I might not make it on my van. And then after sweating from the heat of the Milo for 10 minutes, I realized that my house clock is 5 minutes faster. I wanted to slap myself.

So my van arrived and I had a nerve wrecking 20 minutes ride to school. Mainly because I'm not used to being late. And also because I am not supposed to be late. I'm a Ketua Kumpulan and it's my job to brief them every morning. Thankfully everyone was busy today, so I wasn't picked for my un-punctuality. Bro can't send me to school anymore because he's done with Form 6. So yeah. I'm gonna have a panic attack every morning.

Assembly was waddafork. I had a stomachache halfway through and I escaped to the toilet. Thankfully it was the first day and the toilets were reasonably clean. And it was so peaceful there. I'm not saying I'm that kind of weirdo who enjoys the presence of human excretion but the school toilets were far away from the Assembly Hall and it was like I was cut off from the world, because I was alone in the toilet, doing my business. I actually stayed longer than I should've in the toilet. Because I needed to calm down. And to think. And also because I enjoy running away from my problems.

So after Assembly, we went back into our classrooms. Yep. We have classrooms now. NO MORE FLOATING! Woo hoo! But of course, our whole 5 Daisi 2's excitement and joy was short lived when we found out that our classrooms were on the third floor. And it had no fans (the turning kind lah, not the human kind), because the school was installing new roofs. Yeap. Imagine us Prefects, finally escaped the chaos of assembly, climbed 3 flights of stairs, to reach our classroom and find out we had no fans. Or enough tables. Gahh. I was sweaty. So so sweaty. And the available chairs were all dusty from the renovations. Yup. Imagine my joy. *Rolls eyes*

Well, recess was okay. I actually talked with a Form 3 junior and apparently according to my Penolong (assistant) she was mumbling curses at me afterwards. Pfft. Little girl, learn some manners, please. I didn't even scold you. *Rolls eyes*

I like my Form Teacher. She teaches me Additional Maths, and I will try my best to pay attention this year. I have a feeling I can achieve it :)

Oh guess what? I'm sitting beside Phuah Shelvin again this year. I have been, for 4 years straight. That's long. And I'm sick of her face xD Nah, joke, I love this shortie ;) And Dhipa, Ashley, YiWen and Hui Ying are all same class with me! :D And of course those people I same class since Form 1: Queeny and Esther xD Sick of you all!

But of course, I'm not in the same class with Joyanne :'( It's the bloody curse, I tell you. In Primary me and Joyanne shared the same class for 5 years. And when we went to Secondary, me and Joyanne spent 5 years apart. See? The CURSE!

Ahahah! Okay, I'm delirious. We got a new monitor! Because both of our old monitors decided to betray their Monitorial Board and join us Prefects instead. xD Ahahahah! Joke! Chillax, Monitors out there!

Okay, one more funny conversation between me, Phuah and Dhipa in our classroom.

Me: "So Phuah, what's your New Year's Resolutions for this year?"
Phuah: "I don't know. Haven't really thought of it."
Dhipa suddenly barges in: "Hey guys! Check out my new book. Because it's SPM year so I've got to be more neat and organized." She then shows off her book to us. It's actually something like a diary, with boxes that has the date in it so you can note down what happened or what's gonna happen on that day.
Phuah: "So what you gonna do with the book?"
Dhipa: "I'm gonna write down all my homework in here. See these little boxes?" She then writes down what teacher was saying into the box.
Phuah: "I don't think it's gonna work Dhipa, the box is so small. How you gonna fit all the homework inside?"
Dhipa: *shows Phuah the 'enough' sign*
Me: "And how long will you keep it up..?"
*Moment of silence*
Then we all burst out laughing.

Oh gosh, I love my friends xD

Now for my resolutions :)

1. STUDY HARD. No more dilly-dallying. It's only SPM, as Bro likes to say. I can do it!
2. Get Confirmed. You don't wanna let God down ;)
3. Love my family more and try not to anger my parents anymore.
4. Get into STARSTRUCK 2013 at Stuff@School! (Results coming out tomorrow! *Nervous*)
5. Get your Add Maths right. Don't waste time on unecessary things. 
6. Smile at everyone. Try to make wrong things right. 
7. Keep fit. Try to shed off the Christmas Fat. Swim!
8. Participate moderately in Prefects and Scouts. Focus on Academics!
9. Don't skip classes.
10. Practice piano. Grade 8 is in August. 

Yeah. No comment. :P

Now for the pictures I promised. Yeah I stole them from last year. Sue me lah!

I think I look pretty here. HAH. 

Facebook is too bloody slow. Gah. Sorry. No more photos!

It's midnight!!!!

Oh no.

Good night! :P

Schooling Angel

Stuff@School Stage 2

Hi, Humans! *Steps aside as you shower rocks upon me* What? Don't give me that look. I realize I've been missing since Big Bad Wolf struck. Well, don't. Don't cry! I didn't do it on purpose!

I was overseas at Thailand and I spent my Christmas with my Grandparents as usual in my hometown, Changlun, Kedah. SO I DIDN'T HAVE THE CHANCE TO BLOG.

Forgive me? :'(

So do you see the photo up there? The one where my name is spelled out gigantically? I made it. I'm proud to say. :)

But of course, I stole borrowed the background picture off Tumblr. It's so grungy, right? I basically added the words myself. My family and friends helped me a lot with the words. Cause well, I can't see my own 'good qualities' :P

It's actually for Stuff@School, which is a pullout from The Star Newspaper, focused on teens still at school. And they have this #StarStruck2013 program. It's a program where teens all over Malaysia get to sign up and they get to be journalists for this specific pullout.

AND I AM PROUD TO ANNOUNCE THAT I MADE IT THROUGH THE FIRST STAGE!!! *CONFETTI*

I was supposed to send a 500 word article that screamed PICK ME! And as usual, I ended up sending it on the last day. Then i realized that they actually extended the deadline! But nevertheless, I wrote a poem. Here it is.

I have a voice. 

I want to voice it out. 

I want to make a change in this world. 

I have a dream.

I want to live it out. 

I want to be more than just a girl.

I have a spirit.

I want to seek out the truth

I want to set it free and soar.

I have an idea.

Why not you put me through.

So you can read more? 

Peace out and Peace be with you.

Hmmm. I'm unsure what mood I was in when I was writing this. Desperate? BadAss? Lol, I don't know :P

So then I was super ecstatic when I found out I made it through on Christmas Eve! I saw it HERE! <-- clicky="clicky" p="p">
Yes, so I had to make a graphic with my name on it. And it had to scream out my good qualities. Umm. Yeah.

So apparently I'm supposed to ask people to LIKE this on facebook :/ I don't like this act. I think it screams desperation. Because my juniors and camwh*res do it alot on Facebook and I find it downright annoying. But then on the other hand, I'm terrified that I wont make it through the next round. Oh gosh. Dilemma dilemma dilemma. :(

So yeah. Here's the link:

Noel's StarStruck2013 Graphic Entry

Okay. I'm beat. I'll try to blog about Chiang Rai soon. Meanwhile, here's a nice picture of me. Because it's my blog, that's why.

Okay. Bye. 

I'm so nervous. 

Angel

Who's Afraid Of The Big Bad Wolf?

*ArrWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!*

Guess what? Big Bad Wolf is right at my backyard!!!

I'm not kidding. 

Okay, fine. It's not directly in my backyard, I don't have a backyard. But it is very near to my whereabouts!  Which I will not reveal to you for specific reasons :P 

It's held at Mines Convention Centre (MIECC) and it is AMAZING :) 

Last year, I missed it because... Well, because I didn't know it existed. 

And this year, I made sure I didn't miss it! :D 

On the first day (7/12/2012), me and my Bro (birthday boy!) ventured to the Big Bad Wolf Book Sale! :) 

I didn't know what to expect when I stepped inside the hall. I honestly didn't. 

*MINDBLOOOOOOOOOWN*

30 million books. No kidding. 

Well, I was shocked to see the price of the books. RM 8 for a novel that cost me RM 39.90?? WHAT THE BOKKKINEDDYMADDACHO??? 

I went crazy. I bought 16 novels and books on the first day. *Photo up later* And Bro too :D He bought so many of his graphic novels! Marvel, mostly. He couldn't find any Batman graphic novels. And he was sad :D 

Then I bumped into Joyanne! We seriously didn't mean to bump into each other xD As usual, we camwh*red :D

Umm. We went with my Dad again on the third day! (9/12/2012) And we bought more books xD We as in me, my dad and my brother! All of us bought books :P 

The awkward moment when I bumped into my Troop Leader of Scouts. -.- So awkward :( Sorry!

So I bought 14 more books :P And this is the result. 

I think I spent RM200 on books! 

I was soooo happy to be able to find the book Ballad and Forever by Maggie Stiefvater! I was meaning to force my relatives to buy it as my Christmas present. But now I get to force them to choose something more expensive for me! xD 

Well, I think I gained a lot from this awesome book fair, but BEWARE: Big Bad Wolf Book Sale does NOT sell new books and ultimately best-selling books like- Harry Potter, Twilight etc.. So be wise when you choose :) 

Okay. I'll upload the pictures when I get the memory card back xD 

Kay, bye! Big Bad Wolf Rocks! -\m/

Peace out and Peace be with you! 

Howlin' Angel

I'm A Smartphone-less Teenager

Welcome, to the 21st century.

Where handphones are flat, rectangular and contains less buttons than a hobo's jacket. 21st century people navigate their phones using only a flick of a finger. They no longer need the availability of a camera, an alarm clock, a music player, calendar, and diary.

Yes. This is the Smartphone.

These two are the most popular phones people yearn to get. iPhone 5 on the left, and Samsung Galaxy S3 on the right.

Here in the 21st century, beware when you are on the road. People prefer to look at their phones rather than what's going on on the road. They don't speak to people beside them. Instead, they IM (instant message), DM (direct message), PM (private message) them. They can be in a room where there is no conversation, only the buzz of notifications. Their phones have more clothes than themselves.

Welcome to the era of Smartphones.

As some of you know, I do not own a Smartphone. You can read from my post here, that I am still using my beloved Sony Ericson Zylo. You can read me getting my phone here: My New Phone!

The amount of shock I receive when I tell people I don't own a Smartphone. "Seriously? But why? Why don't you get one?"

And I'm like --> (-.-')

Then they ask but you have Instagram! And your self shots involves the use of Smartphone apps! And you play Smartphone games!

And I just smile and shrug.

Obviously, they're my friends, who are all lucky enough to have Smartphones. They chat endlessly using Whatsapp, Viber and whatnot. Not just my usual group of friends in school. But also my Church friends. They all have Smartphones and I'm like, clutching my cute slide phone and smiling into it.

This world is like, dominatied by Smartphones. Especially amongst youngsters.

So I had this conversations amongst my group of friends one day. "A" had just recently lost her Samsung Galaxy S2 phone so we were asking her about it. Here goes:

Me: "So which new phone are you getting?"
A: "Umm, I don't think I'll be getting a Samsung phone."
Me: "Oh? Really?" *starts getting really really exited* I was just about to say 'Welcome to the club!'
B: "Not Samsung? You getting an iPhone?"
And A nodded meekly.

I was dumbstruck. Obviously, I had expected her to get an un-smartphone, or more commonly known as Dumbphone, But she upgraded. Okay. Then I felt even more cooler.

I guess what I'm trying to express here is that I'm a Hipster. A Hipster who doesn't use mainstream Smartphones ;)

Gah. This post seemed better written in my brain. *Sigh*

Look up from your Smartphones and see how beautiful our world is, friends. Not the Cyber World, but the REAL World. The one our forefathers helped create.

Well um. I guess I should stop. I have to study, unfortunately. *Sigh*

Maybe I'll do a tuition post tomorrow. Its in my brain. Depends on how I put it on paper.

Bye guys. Look up from your Smartphone!

Peace out and Peace be with you.

Smartphone-less Angel

Tepuk Tepuk Pengakap

Hi Humans! :)

You might've noticed it, you might've not. I've recently joined Nuffnang! Its this platform where they give you ads, you put them on your blog, people come and click it, and you earn money! Easy as PIE right? LOL, no. i tried so ASDFGHJKL hard last night. How many freaking hours spent just placing my butt in front of the laptop and trying to freaking just sign in. Because Nuffnang seems to think that I already signed up. But when I log in, they refuse to send me the password. Arrgghhhh. Then after hours of placing the ads on my blog, I realized I misread the instructions and I felt like killing myself. Sometimes, its really wrong to act smart. *sigh*

So, conclusion. I still don't know how Nuffnang works. So, if you like me. And you want me to be rich. CLICK on those damn ads! :) Thank you and stuff.

I guess. I just wanted to voice out the fact that I miss Scouts. I miss it a lot. So, so much. 

I miss the campfires.

I miss the sour scent of sweat. 

I miss the heat from perfect sunshine.

I miss the musky scent of burnt wood. 

I miss the drowsy night watches. 

I miss the last-minute dramas.

I miss the confusion during drills. 

I miss the awkwardness of sleeping with girls you barely know. 

I miss the feeling of ice-cold stream water. 

I miss the fear of leeches. 

I miss the uncontrollable laughter together. 

I miss the cheeky teasing. 

I miss the scout songs. 

I miss the un-practiced dance around the fire. 

I miss the feel of the navy blue pants. 

I miss the cheekiness of sneaking snacks. 

I miss the thrill of screaming yells and claps.

I miss the feel of mud soaking into your skin.

I miss the joy of winning best patrol. 

I miss the rightness of following my leader. 

I miss the wrongness when being punished by seniors.

I miss the craziness of singing scout songs in the rain. 

I miss the silence of nature during night walks. 

I miss the bad cooking we cook.

I miss the smiles.

I miss Scouts. 

Obviously, we're not as cool as this but you get the idea of a 'campfire'.

If you're wondering, my title means literally: Clap Clap Scouts. It basically means the commando clap. When I scream that command, you have to clap: tak-tak-taktaktak-taktaktaktak-taktak. 

If any of the Scouts are reading this. You might ask me: "Why don't you come back? We never said you weren't part of us."

Unfortunately its not as simple as that. I would of course blame it on my parents. They don't understand why their daughter wants to get tortured by seniors in the sun. They don't understand why their daughter is willing to do so much for something that is so useless. 

They don't understand. 

But of course. I am the one to blame. It is my fault that my grades slipped because of 'over-activity' in Scouts. *sigh* I tried to save my grades. I tried. But not hard enough. 

And I'm not sure I'll be able to even go to the Shiang Yang campfire :( I really wanna go. But parents said no more camps. Even if I've paid a hundred ringgit. for it. *Sigh*

Enough ranting. I should be showing you how much I love and miss scouts. 

I miss this :) So fond of this. 

I wanted to find pictures. But I realize I've been so inactive, I don't have super duper epic photos with them. *Sigh*

So here's our Father: Baden Powell. He's the man. The very first man. Or boy. Cause he came up with the idea of Boy Scouts. Whatever. He's awesome. 

"The real way to gain happiness is to give it to others."

- Baden Powell

My hero is so wise :) 

I want to be able to wear my beautiful scarf again. Seriously. I want to wear my untouched uniform again with pride and glory. 

At the ASEAN Jamboree 2010

Awkward silence.

Peace, Love, Respect. 

Listen to this song! Its my favourite scout song! :)

Shaliwali shaliwali OOMPA OOMPA OOMPA! 

Missing Scouts Angel

I Have Chocolate in My Hair

Well, not now. I washed it off. It sounds so cool, right? I have Chocolate in my hair. But no. It was gross and icky.

 I was eating a late breakfast this morning and it was a Chocolate donut from J-Co. There was Chocolate smothered on the outside, and chocolate cream inside. I followed the instructions on the box, I was supposed to put the donut inside the microwave for 8 seconds. But being the badass that I was, I put it two seconds more, just because I could.

So I sat down on the couch, placing my butt in a comfortable position, donut in hand, ignoring the plate, because I'm badass like that. I bit inside the donut. I was just soaring up in the sky from the taste of Chocolate when I felt something wet. On my shirt.

*Cue dramatic music.*

I looked down. And there was a whole glob of liquid Chocolate in my hair. I stared at it as it slowly, menacingly slid down my hair. "Oh heck.", I thought to myself. In my retarded response, I squealed like a retard. And with that squeal, more liquid Chocolate dripped down. Oh dear.

Being the idiot who puts food first instead of hygiene, I finished the donut first. But now with a plate underneath.

If you're wondering, yes, I did wash the chocolate off. And after trying various methods, I realized that one cannot remove Chocolate with just a damp cloth. You have to use shampoo. *Sigh*

The only positive that the Chocolate incident brought was that I ended up smelling like Chocolate for the whole day. And I was smelling my hair all through tuition. Which made me feel like an absolute pervert.

Lesson Learned: Never ever put the donut in the microwave for more than 8 seconds. No matter hoe badass you think you are.

Hi everyone! Did you enjoy the story on how I ended up smelling like Chocolate? :) Ahahahaha. I enjoyed writing about it. But staring at the picture of the Chocolate... *Drool*

Well, actually I wanted to blog about how grateful I am at my friends who took the trouble to click and read my last post, which was the I Say Jamboree You Say Rock post, which was about Holy Family Church's 2012 Jamboree. You can click on the coloured words if you haven't read it. But its really long.

I wanna thank Amelia, Teressa, Eric, Nicholas, and Michael for reading the last post (and maybe even reading the rest of my blog! *Gasp! Shock! Horror!*) And of course, my usual stalkers (you know who you are ;]) thank you for reading up regularly even though some of ya'll don't even have a blogger account :)

I was so super friggin excited last night :) Because once I shared my post on Facebook, suddenly the views just came pouring in, Oh My Goodness. I was shocked. Cause I didn't expect this to happen.

I mean, I'm just a normal girl who blogs a lot but isn't even making money from her blog. I always blog but no one responds. Seriously. I ask my readers to leave a comment at my ChatBox at the right of my blog, or even comment below, but no one is doing it. Instead, my ChatBox is being spammed by them so-called 'Blogwalkers'. *Sigh*

Anyway. I feel happy. So so happy. That lots of people read my blog. Even though it was just that one post. :)

I was so touched when Eric said that he shed tears when he read my blog. And Teressa too, for smiling all the way when she read my blog. And also Nicholas, who almost teared up. :)

You guys have no idea what it means to me when you guys read what I write.

And now I am crazy paranoid for all the grammar mistakes I made in my previous posts.

I want to write and touch people. That's what I want to do. 

I need books. I really need books. I'll blog about what I want for Christmas soon! *Hint! hint!*

Kay. Bye :) Just needed to let out some steam.

I don't have tuition tomorrow! Yay!

More on tuition maybe tomorrow :D

Peace out and Peace be with you ☮

Chocholatey Angel

Not Being a Straight-A Student

So I just went online to check my results for Finals cause my wonderfully diligent hardworking and loving form teacher asked us to do it.

You can check your results here too :
CLICK IF YOU DARE

So... Its disappointing.

I failed two subjects, *gasp! shock! horror!* Moral and Additional Mathematics. I have a long story on the Moral thing (I WAS BLOODY NOT SUPPOSED TO FAIL, DAMNIT) but I have decided not to dwell on the past. I expected to fail Additional Mathematics. I hate Maths, everybody knows that. And I didn't work hard. And I hate myself for doing that. #TheWheelsOnTheBusGoesRoundAndRound

I have a jumbled mess of C's and B's. Wonderful. Hearbreakingly, I did not get an A for all my Science subjects. Not even an A-. The highest I have is a B+ for my Physics. And the worst is a C+ for my Biology. And a very sad B for my Chemistry. Oh yay.

Oh and my A's? Ugh. Don't even talk about it. I have no A's. Only 2 A-'s Sejarah (History) and Modern Mathematics and one A+, which is of course, English.

Yay I got an A+ in English. Yay me. Ugh. I don't even feel happy. I got 93% for English. Sadly. Its not the highest in class. You might laugh at me for my petty complaints and ask me to be grateful. But honestly, I AM NOT HAPPY WITH MY ENGLISH RESULTS. I lost to a boy and a girl (they both got 94%). And I simply hate the fact that they only got higher than me because they got ONE more mark in Paper II. Ugh.

Well, I promised myself that I would post my essay here. Even-though I only got 45/50 for my essay.

The Most Unusual Day

  It was a mild Sunday morning and I had just finished reading the storybook, Thumbelina. I was daydreaming about being small and having adventures of my own on the front porch steps when a slight breeze drifted past and I sneezed. 

  ''Oh Dear,'' I said to myself ''mustn't be catching a cold now, I have school tomorrow.''

So I stood up and walked into the house, to Father's workshop. Father was a doctor but he didn't use pills and modern medicine. Oh no, Father uses his self-cooked-traditional-concoctions made from herbs. He claims that modern technology medicine will only worsen your sickness. He was out scavenging for herbs in the forest today so I simply grabbed a few bottles and drank a mouthful from each.

  A nap would be nice, I thought to myself. Having no parents around the house was such a glee. I opened my bedroom door and was greeted by the sight of messiness. Mother always describes my room 'as if a bomb has exploded in it'. Well, its not my fault that my clothes are spewn all on the floor and my books seem to never be on the bookshelf, is it?

  I threw myself on the bed and shut my eyes. It was not more than a few minutes when I felt something terribly wrong. It felt as if the whole world was expanding and expanding and my body felt hot and tingly all over. What was happening? Was I dying form an unnamed case of fever? 

  I opened my eyes and was greeted by the vast celling of glow-in-the-dark stars. Was it just me or do the stars look further away? I sat up but my movement was disrupted by the mass of cloth that was before me. I felt strangely naked. Oh dear, I was naked! And my brain has just processed that it is I who has shrunk! What in the world?! 

  I stood up but tripped on my bed sheets. I then took a heart-stopping fall towards the floor of my bedroom. I surely would have had a horrific death if it had not been my dirty clothes breaking my fall. I was lucky enough to find my old doll's dress just a few paces away from me. I put it on. After all, no one likes to be naked in their own house. 

  I was pondering on what to do next when I felt something watching me. My heart beating fast, i turned around and my eyes took in the most disgusting and terrifying sight I have ever seen. It was a spider and it was as hugh as my newly shrunk body. We stared at each other for a few heartbeats, two eyes against eight. 

  My brain commanded me to flee, but my legs stood fast and refused to move. It was when the spider opened its... Claws? Jaws? Mouth? Whatever it was, I was sure that it was going to eat me with it. So, i turned and ran. I ran as quick as lightning, over the mountain of dirty clothes, towards the carpeted floor. I could feel the icky spider directly behind me. 

I was running and running when my disfunctional brain realized: 'Too late.' and that I was running to a dead corner end. I touched the merciless wooden wall, hoping for a silver of help, when I felt the spider as though it was creeping up my back. Goosebumps shivered through me as I turned to face my death.

  Its ugly face was still as ugly and it was as if I could see the hunger for kill in its eight eyes. But my eyes noticed something else. At the far right of the spider, there was a gleaming nail, almost half my shrunken height. I had no time to think. I immediately dived underneath the spider, in between its hairy legs, grabbed the nail, and speared it through its abdomen. I did not pause to watch it die but ran away as fast as I could from that dark corner. 

  I paused to rest against some of my books when I felt the wrong feeling all over again. I felt the hotness and the tingly-ness again. Was I going to shrink again? Was I going to explode? I didn't know, but I managed to get the dress I was wearing off before I trembled and fainted on the floor. 

  When I opened my eyes again, my head was near the bookshelf and I was laying stark naked again. I tried to sit up but my head hit the bookshelf. Wow, suddenly I feel so... Big. 

Had what just happened happened? I pondered as i put on my clothes which were left on the bed. Had I just shrunk, and un-shrunk? What an unusual experience this was! I peered underneath my homework table, and there it was, a dead spider, as big as my thumb, with a sliver nail speared through its abdomen. 

  I stood up and ran to the kitchen and brought out every cleaning tool I could think of. I recounted every unusual thing that had happened today. I muttered to myself as I picked up my dirty clothes from the floor, "what an unusual day..."

Well, that's it. My silly essay. I was hoping teacher got my humour, you know? The Thumbelina reference... *sigh* Whateverrrrr. She doesn't care about English. I wonder how she even became a teacher. 

I don't really like my results. And I know I have to work hard, to be the same standard as Dhipa, Shelvin and Joyanne and etc.

But just saying I'll work hard doesn't mean anything. I have to prove it. Like seriously.

This means, I won't blog much. I know. Its sad. I promised so many posts right? Yeah. I didn't do it.

All my broken promises. 

Kayy. Gotta go now.

Bye. I'll be here when I get here, kay? Don't miss me :)

Peace out :)

Disappointed In Results Angel

This One is For The Teachers

Happy Belated Teacher's Day! :) I know its late, but I don't care :P

I wrote a poem for Teacher's Day. Just felt like I should share it here.

Tick Tock Tick Tock

Riiiiiing!

We ignored the clock,

Eating, dreaming, chatting,

Unaware of our surroundings,

Unaware of anything.

“’He’s here! ‘He’s’ Here!”

The monitor’s terrified gasp

Filled our ears

Some snapped awake from their naps,

Sleepy and bleary,

Some copying homework from their peers,

Frightful and clumsy

Girls,

Their foreheads suddenly bare

Of their long fashionable hair

Boys,

Their shirt suddenly tucked in

The way it has never ever been

While the smart ones sat with such poise,

As the whole class heightened with noise.

Everyone suited up their armor,

In case ‘He’ brought extra bullets

For no one was safe when he unleashed his power,

And no one wanted to go home wounded.

The clacking of shoes,

The jingling of keys,

Everyone fell back into twos,

No one was at ease

As the sound grew louder,

Everyone went into prayer

There was only silence in the class

As if a silent spell was cast

Alas,

The teacher who stepped in

Was not ‘He’ whom we feared

This teacher had the kindest eyes,

Was generous with smiles,

And never ever mean,

And the whole class went up in glorious cheer

We performed this at school during the Teacher's Day celebration at school. No one listened. Sad. But expected. 

We had fun that day. It was the day before the Holidays. Class Partyyyyyy!

Yeah. Crazy us :P

I'm so lazy to sort the pictures and caption them. 

Peace Out (Y)

Poet Angel