stress....

I think I may be starting to hate scouts. It's so annoying.

Ok. So I took a picture with K. SO WHAT??!! I mean, it's not like I slept with him or something.

Yeesh. He was my best friend, for God's sake. Now, he doesn't even looks me in the eye. The embarrassment was overwhelming. It's so unfair. I hate them all.

Yes. I know it's just some stupid joke to keep them entertained. But still... *sigh* I can't believe a picture ruined our friendship...

What to Do??

What to do, what to do...

I have nothing to write in my blog...

I guess i'll just have to write a load of crap to bore you guys to death.





Tick tock, tick tock...

I stared at the silver clock in my classroom. As usual, Mrs Greene was standing in the classroom gabering something about the beautiful trees, the perfect mountains, the imacculate beaches... And as usual, I was not paying attention. My full attention was centered at the slowest clock in the whole world.

Tick faster!! Tick faster!!, I begged the clock. 'Miss Ng. Will you please tell me where is the driest place in the peninsular Malaysia.

I groaned inwardly but smiled up sweetly at her and stood up. 'Well...' I glanced quickly at my opened text book. Unfortunately, it was on a page about man-made lakes. Uh Oh. I smiled up at her again, cleared my throat and said:'Mrs Greene, I can't believe you're asking me this question. This is so easy even a kindergarden child could answer this. Obiviously, the driest place in Peninsular Malaysia is in ummmmmmm... The south of Malaysia.'

'I want an accurate answer. Miss Ng' she smiled up evily at me.

Guess what will happen??

Do I Suck That Bad?!

This has been my tenth entry and still noone is reading my blog...

Am I destinied to be followerless?? Or is it just that my blog sucks like hell??

I hate myself!!

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...