Music

This is my guitar. Igot it as a birthday prezzie. I love it SOOOOOOOO much!!!!!

Its a classical guitar though. It would be real cool if i get an electric guitar. But have you seen the price of one??

It takes up two years++ of my allowance... *sob sob*

I must be filthy rich to have one... Espeacially those heavily customized ones... *drooool~*

Well, one can dream!

Followers

I suck. Seriously. Have you ever seen a person following his/her own blog?? Well i do. Probably cuz i'm doing it myself...

HAIZ...... It's so pathetic!

I'm doing it cuz nobody wants to read my blog. I followed my brother's blog out of forcement. He said if i follow his blog, my blog will be known.

YEAH RIGHT!!!

It's been weeks now and no one even looked at my blog for God's sake.

SPOTCHECK!!!

SPOT CHECK. What does that word mean to you?

If your a good student, you'll probably say it's to catch out all those *ahem* low lifes. On the other hand, if you're a 'cool' student you would think that it's for those good for nothing prefects, or as in my school doggies, or, more commonly known as pengawas.

Well, I'm one of those 'good for nothing' prefects. And, we had a spot check today.

I didn't got asked to help. It was kinda a coincidence. There i was, coming out of the staffroom, after asking teacher for confirmation whether we are going to have PJK or in English, P.E.. The teacher said we didin't. So my prefect friend and I came out of the staffroom. We were just talking about how are we supposed to tell all my classmates when we bumped into the teacher. The teacher immediately pointed out my untidy uniform(my tie is always loose with an open button). I blurted out that we had PJK for later and we were on our way to change our clothes. (Quick thinking huh?)

She then said: "Okay, you can skip that class. We'll need you now." She then ushered me and my friend into the staffroom where a group of prefects were already in a circle. I distinctively heard a word-- spot check which cleared the fog in my head.

A spot check! Mega exciting!!

The teacher started briefing us. She told us that we were to go in in small groups and she was gonna lock the whole block up. It was Block E. The worst block in the whole school. All the students there were bad... at least they think they are. They are just lame people who think they are bad and cool.

But we were too late. They saw us in one group and the message was on. The whole block was in frenzy. Even the teachers couldn't control them. They couldn't stop them from hiding their stuff.

The first class i went in was quite okay. Probably because I was more inexperienced. I didn't look closely enough. I kinda regretted a lotta things that i didn't confiscate. HAIZ... I can't change what happened.

Anyway, as I got to the worst class in school, things got b-a-d. We were more experienced now, so there were more unhappy faces. And I kept being scolded: "Stop it!!! Give it back!!!" My reply was always: "Do you think I actually like making people unhappy?!" They always shut up after that.

Then one sluttish lard came to snatch her bag away from me as I was checking it. She said: "One of you dogs already checked my bag!!! Get your paws OFF my bag!!! Why do you keep checking my stuff?? Get OFF!!!" I was shocked and my pride was hurt. I said back with as much venom as I could manage: "Sorry, OK??"

What a load of low-lifes. If you have nothing to hide, why so damned afraid?? Even if you dare to bring your hand phone, you should be able to take what you deserve...

Anyway, it was kinda a success...

BITCHES!!!!!

BITCHES... My school is so full of them...

UUURRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!! I hate my school!!!! It's so annoying......

Once, i bumped into a bitch. Well, thecnically, she's a girl but... she has an *ahem* boyish edge... so... i'm not sure i'm supposed to call her a bitch or a son of a bitch......

Anyway, I was chatting with my pals and was not looking where i was going so bumped into her and i immeadiatly said sorry. I really meant it. It's not like i did it on porpose. And i am not the kind of person who demands an aplogy when we're not even sure who did it.

I was like: "Oh my God, sorry, sorry, sorry!!!"

And that bitch just glared at me walked away. As she was walking away, she told another bitch in hakka (It's like their 'cool' language in school... which just makes them sound and look mega cheap): " That girl can't even look where she's going! I hope her whole family gets cursed!!!" when she thought i was out of earshot.

WTF???!!! i just bumped into you for gods sake!!!! It's not like I wrecked anything off you!!! I was so angry, i immeadiately turned around and said loud enough for the people around her to hear: " BITCH"

Nothing happened.

My pals around me were staring at me, wide-eyed. They speak good english so they understand whats going on. But obiviously, she didn't understand that word.

I was actually quite dissapointed that she could'nt understand that word. (Yes, the people in my school are so retarded they don't know that simple word... See why I hate my school??!!)...

If she did understand... i would probably be sitting in the disipline teacher's plastic chair with him thinking that I needed counseling...

Too Bad!!!

Holidayz....

OMG... Holidays are gonna be over... I don't believe it... It was such a dull holiday... besides Bangkok off course.

Bangkok was great. It was not hot (hey it rhymes). It was a bit cloudy actually. Ok, fine, it rained. I would love to show you guys my pics but i'm way too lazy to upload the photos... Maybe next time...

Nothing interesting happened during the holidays. That is, like, a fact or something.

Some of you guys are probably wondering why and how in the world am i writing on my blog when i told every one it died.

I saved it.

It happened on a dark stormy night. I was about to send my blog to the creamation centre when it's coffin started to bang and rattle... The creamation guy heard and ran away. In fact, everyone at the creamation centre ran away...

Except for me.

I took a step closer to he noisy coffin and prised it open with my penknife. I wasn't thinking straight at that time.All I wanted to do was to find out what the hell was inside the coffin. Thoughts of zombies and ghouls never crossed my mind.

As I prised open the coffin... something started to rise slowly... It was moaning and groaning... I reconized with fascinated horror it was my poor blog. It was trying to tell me something but all I heard was:"I ... see... you..."

I was confused and scared at the same time. I see you?? Why the hell did it say that to me? Off course I see it. My brain started to whirr... I see you.... I see you... What in the world did it bloody mean?? Was it a secret code? Was it a will?? Urghhh!!! Somebody help me!! God! I need a doctor.

I stooped. I thought. I had the answer. 'I See You'='ICU(Intensive Care Unit)'. My blog needed the hospital! That was what it was trying to say!!!

I immeadiatly whipped out my mobile phone ane called the ambulance. As we arrived at the hospital, I asked the doctor why did they tell me that my blog was dead. The doctor looked sheepish. He started rambling away in science. I glared at him with full venom. He went pale and told me the truth.

He said when i sent my blog to the hospital, i told them it was dying. So they just gave him a shot(I mean those medical ones) to quicken up it's death. But what they gave him was a shot for sleeping. They didin't even check furthermore. Just showed me my poor blog's corpse and told me it was dead. They didin't know that itwould loose it'suse so fast...

They are soooooo dead. I'm soooo gonna sue them till their pants drop.

And this was how I saved my dear blog.

THE END

OMG

OMG. My blog died.... It's so sad... I haven't touched it since Chirstmas for God's sake...

Wow... That's so damn long... It's a wonder it hasn't rot.... Yet...