My stomach.. my poor poor stomach..

D'u believe in karma? That what goes around comes around?

I do. One of the very few religious philosophies that has stuck by me thru all these years. I knew I shouldn't have eaten the Shephard Pie that day at States. Oh boy. I didn't know or think that the outcome of my actions would have been THIS serious.

This is my first year spending CNY in KL. Amah, the reason why we put 300 km between KL n us biennially, (aaa... long story y she's here...) isn't at her Padang Tembak apartment to celebrate the advent of Spring this year (another first for the record). I know this coming CNY would be a quiet affair since I'm able to count the amount of relatives in KL with my one hand. Sometimes, I wonder, is that a good thing or bad? The anti social part of me loves this arrangement to its every itsy bit. I remember those other biennial visits to Sibu.. Hehehe.. you wanna know how bad it was? We were all in the same house. My cousins, all of whom I don’t remember their faces, let alone their names, were huddling at the staircase, while my bros n I parked our asses on the sofa n continued our business of watching TV (or pretendin to since wut was showin then was 4 over-expressive gals singing). I’ve always felt they perceived me as one of those spoilt obnoxious city brat. Maybe itz just me. Maybe I am. Maybe itz ‘coz I’ve never felt comfortable with initiating a conversation with ANYONE. Or maybe itz just the obvious fact that itz impossible to carry out a convo if the other party speaks Foochow to you when you talk English.

The financial mind of mine, however, dreads it. =)

One thing to look forward to: Aunt Amy n family's coming back from Taiwan.

REUNION DINNER
Reunion dinner is about reunion (duh!) but it'd be empty without the yearly frank-hence-disagreements-hence-MADNESS conversations with each other. Amah, I rlly admire her undying devotion to the festivity spirits, even though she went thru hell last year.

Imagine: a woman battling death 6 months ago, bedridden 3 months ago, walkin about 3 days ago, directin her daughters in the kitchen so to make sure the year’s dinner doesn’t screw up.

Dinner.
Victor vs. Hong Hong feud.
Hong Hong vs Wilson feud.
Wilson vs Victor feud.
I’m with Hong all the way!! =)

Then, on my way to Dad’s car, my outfit got subjected to contempt. After 3 hours of sitting in the same room, they suddenly realized it was… sexy. In the Saw terms, sexy is derogatory, nothing to be proud of. It was just sleeveless dammit… even my Giordano singlet reveals more skin! How humiliating…>=( Only Aunt Amy was at my defense.

DAY ONE
Mum dug me up at 9. Was a bit irritated. There’s nothing to do, why wake up so early?!

Went over to Aunt Cynthia’s place at 12 to have lunch. Was more careful about my attire this time. Aqua Nike long sleeve. They dressed Hong Hong, Victor, and Wilson, the ever-fighting nemesis, in the same shimmering red Chinese outfit. How… adorable. >=)

After lunch, Aunt Janet took us to Thean How Gong. My horizon of sight was suddenly bombarded with red. Red hair and highlights. Red lips, nail polish, eye shadow. Red shirts, tops, dresses, socks, shoes, handbags and God knows what else. Red jerseys… YEA LIVERPOOL!!! Why didn’t I think of that?!?@! Even more cars are red than usual.

Needless to say, the place was packed. Saw a teacher there, think his name is Mr. Lim. Not that I have anything against him, but I would like it very much if my NY was void of anything that is capable of conjurin the word “school”. The really depressing thing was when we got our fortune thingie. You are to let go a buncha sticks, and the one that stands above the rest holds your supposedly future. I kept getting two sticks at once. Aunt Janet watched like a hawk to make sure that the stick is truly jutting out from the rest of em. After ten tries, all which two or three sticks were jutting out simultaneously, the gal behind started getting impatient and decided to give her well-meaning yet officious suggestions on how I should let go of the sticks *roll eyes*. I hate hogging queues. I never like to use public phone with ppl standin behind me. It eats my conscience. So, I took one of them sticks on impulse when Aunt Janet wasn’t lookin. Take fate into your own hands! The gal behind saw but kept quiet.

I couldn’t remember what mine was tho. I don’t believe in stuff like this but for the helluvit la. There’s a thrill that comes by just reading it.

Amah’s turn. A stick clearly rose above from the rest on her first try. Fate seems to be sure about Amah. At least way more than me. Number 28. Being the only Chinese literate there besides Kev, I read it for her.

健康:日過不長

And that, was enough to ruin my day. I don’t believe in stuff like this, but it scares me. I saw Amah’s eyes searchin mine expectantly, and for her sake, I really hoped I was a good liar then. I kept all the bad stuff to myself, majority of them were. Fucken life. I don’t think she deserves any of what has transpired to her these past months, not one bit.

After that, when I was buying beverages, I saw another heart-wretching sight: a beggar, with his “legs” spread out about him in unnatural angles, lost one of his body parts I think. And the more disgusting thing was how people, were able to walk past him like he wasn’t there. I didn’t expect this much dose of misery to come from a journey to the temple, but as much as I would prefer it to come some other time, it came anyway.

RM 3. The girl woke me up from my thoughts. I looked at my palm. Three blue notes. Looked at the beggar again. He looked into my eyes. Suddenly I felt disgusting too. I walked pass him, silently begging for his forgiveness. My aunt slid down her car window. She handed me a one dollar note. She was lookin at me all this while. She asked me to give it to him, an unnecessary order, for I would have gave him ten had I brought my wallet. His eyes lit up when he saw me walkin towards him. He recognized me. He stuttered out a ‘Doh Jie’ when he saw the one dollar.

Just a buck. And I thought of the angpows I collected earlier.

DAY TWO
Day’s highlight was the dinner. I was craving for REAL food. Yesterday’s dinner was at a vegetarian restaurant, which was foreseeable since it’s the first day. It’s good, but it just ain’t the real thing.

On our third course only did I realize we were having another vegetarian ten-course. AAAAAAAaaAAAa!@#^!@!! The curse of the shepherd pie.

Day’s heroes were Uncle Chen and Hong Hong, the father and son team who rlly went out of their way to perk up the atmosphere. It was Hong who started warming up to the karaoke machine first. =) He sang “You are my sunshine”. Everyone was clapping along.

Then he sang again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
Until everyone was so sick of it they had to pull the poor fella away from the microphone.

Uncle Chen’s downstairs now. I’ll hafta end this quick.

Not wanting to be unsporting, I sang Eric Clapton’s Tears in Heaven. Cow’s spirit was in Kev yesterday night. His evil snickers and tauntings of how I sounded like a slaughtered chicken could do little to irritate me though. It’s CNY dammit! =) Shouldn’t have sang Clapton. Amah doesn’t like anything English, let alone a depressing song, esp on CNY. Then Uncle Chen started singing Hokkien numbers like mad, and that got a smile from Amah. He paid for the meal too!

Here’s to Uncle Chen, my favorite person of the week!! =)

To sum it all up, this was rlly fun a CNY. I didn’t have to sit thru awkward conversations, didn’t hafta force a grin everytime someone goes: “My, how TALL you’ve grown!”. Yesterday’s night dinner was rlly great. It was rare for everyone to get together and just laugh. One thing I'm most thankful for would be the fact that Amah is sitting next to me. No one could picture yesterday’s scene six months ago.

WHAT a week!

Erm.. add a 'school' between a & week..

Yes I do realise itz a Tuesday but my whole body feels like lead now.. shudn have went Chee Chiong Kai yst.. itz all J's fault!! She told me she bought this rlly cool pair of slippers at Jln Petaling for a song n i tot there might still be a pair left there for me...

Yesterday was rlly crappy a day but hell fun with two crazy chicks... met my one true love too. Can't rmb wut happened at skul but B was tellin us bout this FREE trial tuition n us 3 (seriously nth better 2 do!!!) decided to go 4 the helluvit. Left our bags in the class, tried 2 avoid the stares of this awfully pale lady, n cabut to eat lunch. Didn't know there was a Secret Recipe.

N there it was.. sittin there.. four/five slice left..
my long lost love..

Chocolate marshmallow

I broke my life-long resolution to not eat beef (Sorry Amah n Cow! =( Darn the shephard pie itz irresistible! Poor J.. literally). Felt like me stomach's gonna burst any moment after that meal. You know how after u get rlly full, u dun feel like doing anythin else except pigging around? We decided against sittin through physics crap after lunch, to sneak our bags outta class n just hang out at Coffee Beans or sth, but all thoughts of it were dashed when we arrived. DaMNNN! Itz so full. Malulah if we just take the bag n cabut. What a blunder. Place stinks of shoes.

Then I saw Josh.

Here's when all the shitty part starts. I couldn't get my arse back to USJ after tuition! Couldn't reached mum, couldn't reached Dad, even that idiot Kev isn't pickin up the phone. The image of Dad drivin aimlessly around States freaked me out. Bad. Dad hates traffic, n I so don't wanna be the the reason why he's stuck in fed highway. 4.45 p.m. Yeanz offered to get me back to CHS. Took it n hoped Dad might be there. He wasn't. Had eng lit tuition in an hour and half time.

I was desperate.
I had no other alternative.
Fed Highway's piling up bad.
I was rlly desperate dammit.
I had to do it.
There were no other choices.

I took a taxi.

I have taxi phobia. You know how I choose one? By lookin at the drivers, choosin the ones that look least like a rapist. Avoid skinny Malays. And non air-conditioned ones. After stopping 5 taxis who were all reluctant to go down USJ at this hour, I realized I did not have much a choice. Image of Dad drivin aimlessly around States popped up, n I didn't think anymore.

Now that I'm safely in fronta monitor, I'm wonderin.. do taxis charge by distance or time? Coz fat dude stopped for 20 seconds n it costs ten cents. He went on 20km/h for, like, a minute or so n it's still 10 cents. Perplexes me.

Ride costed $13. @#!#!2!#@! Dad not home yet. Image of him drivin aimlessly around States popped up. I'm so screwed. I could feel it. Turned out Dad lost his steering lock keys n had to take KTM back. He commended me for taking taxi back. I couldn't believe my ears.

Then eng lit tuition somehow got rescheduled without my knowledge. Rlly stupid day la. Makin all the dumbest decisions. The stupidest one was to go to Chee Chiong Kai with Dad. Sat KTM to Putra at 9. Had to walk to PWTC to get Dad's car, then it rained on us dammit. My first time at CCK! Yea! Slight drizzle now.. There was this super long queue leading to Long Kee, all after their Ba Kua like it was free or sth. I could get it from Giant. Watched Dad finished his noodles. I didn't see any slippers that was close 2 "nice". Crap. Slept all the way the journey home. So darn dead I didn't bother to brush my teeth or anythin.. went straight to my bed... My blankets r sooo comfy...

I don't wanna go skul.
I don't feel like goin2 skul.
There's no point of me goin2 skul.

J.

If it wasn't for YX n his bullshit I swear I would have slept through school. Today was pretty darn monotonous.. Went shoppin with Mum at Giant this afternoon after borin BM tuition ( i rlly am whining too much, ain't I?) DO NOT go shoppin on empty stomach.. wound up buyin all kindsa shit like Egg Rolls, Pineapple Tarts, Famous Amos Cookies (heavenly), Loh Mai Kai, Voodoo Jelly, Pringles 6 pax, TONG YUEN, n anythin that appeals to a super hungry 16 yr old gal.

Would you rather live a shitty but eventful day or a dull one?

O yea.
HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR PPL!!!!

Can’t believe how hectic life was/is/will be in the foreseeable future. Lived my not-so-mentionable year of tutelage-free days, I know I’m never ever gonna get use to this typa agony.

BUS STOP
Reached school at 7.25. Amazing la. One week++ into schooling and my name’s still not in the stupid latecomers’ record. Feelin very very tired, and that perplexes me. A lot. I was running on only an hour worth of sleep on Monday and not even Bro Jo could induce lethargy. I didn’t really get to sleep as early as I wanted to last night (was up persuading folks to let me drop BC… they told me they rather me get a C than quittin.. AaAArgGGh!) but that was still seven times more the amount of sleep on Mon! took Listerine strips outta the fridge. Gonna need all the help I can get to keep me awake, at least for LYK’s periods. Don't like to drink coffee anymore especially in the mornings. Have an aversion towards that stuff ever since my F1 days of heavy splurging on Starbucks. The Listerine is crazy stuff la. Amused myself with watching ppl’s reaction after they put it into their mouth. Cost me half the pax tho.

ASSEMBLY
Read about Yap Pui Yee in Star last week. I barely look at the national sports section but the words SMJK Katolik caught my eyes. 17 year old CHS student bagging the girls’ interstate title. Wow. Don’t know any Pui Yee tho. Thought they might’ve got their facts mixed up or something. Bo (standing in front of me..) then said sth about her being in her class and how she was new. Still wow. Malaysia reigning girl’s bowling prodigy.

As we picked up our bags, I saw fuck-face coming towards us. I doubt there’s any who irritates me more than him. The way he talks. The way he carries himself. I love Gana for that very moment he called him to shut up. If only he listens.

You. Come out. Standing in my class line?

Fuck him la. The way he said it, pisses me. Like some bad canto script. He actually sounded triumphant. I mean, how pathetic is THAT? Feeling a sense of achievement just coz you caught someone standing in your own class line? And what makes that haughty asshole thinks he’s part of 5S4? At least I don’t acknowledge him as one.

CHEMISTRY
Good thing LYK didn’t hand back that mini test today. I mean, since when I’m scared of getting 80%?!! Gotta give it to her, she’s a great teacher. Any teacher that keeps me awake is fantastic to me. Somehow Sean wounded up at my chemistry table. Ironic. Doubt that arrangement would be a permanent one tho. Harold keeps probing me for the reason behind my sudden silence. I dunno what to say. I mean, was I ever that chatty before? ;=)

DEWAN KULIAH
I’m, apparently, artistically inclined, and my future options are….

Copy writer. Dance therapist. Painter. Laserist (wt crap is THAT?!!)
What does a stupid test know anyway?

RECESS
Had a short-lived shock of losing my wallet (fourth time and still counting... Bee’s “AgAiNNnn???” when she heard it was hilarious =) Man I’m trying to cut down on my food consuming here but Bee HAD to go buy LaLas. I loveD Lalas. J and I couldn’t get enough of it last year. Hehe. One day Fate had it that we came upon a tightly sealed shell, and the more stubborn it was with its refusal to open, the more I wanted to. Big mistake. Birdshit-like gooey green paste oozed out, and I nearly puked at the sight of it. Dad’s warnings of CHEAP and dirty Lalas from Klang River starts playing in my mind, and I swore to never ever touch another Lala again in my life.

I picked one of B’s into my mouth. Who can resist la? So much for my swearing. Got myself another plate after that. I think it’s the sauce that’s good, not the Lalas. What do you call them in English anyway?

Bo filled me in with the further from fuckface. Every of his sentence was injected with the phrase “MY class”, over and over again. Grow up la fuckface.

AFTER RECESS
Pretty monotonous. Same shit different day style. YaYY!! Someone read Life of Pi too! It’s an AMAZING book la. Intriguing, the vague line Martel imposed between reality and illusion. Good question Sean asked. (Does ANYTHING escapes that mind of his??!) Crap crap crap til the bell rang. Ponteng last period. Nothing happened in there, I HOPE.

BM TUITION
My first BM tuition since the not-so-memorable one from PMR year! And I was telling Bo how I felt trepidation since I totally know no one there. She laughed it off. Very silly of me, I know. At least I can concentrate if I have no one to talk bull with, right?

I can’t believe. All this while. The tuition Siew Wah and Ke Yeun were yapping about in the car was mine. Za Do man, how coincidental! Teacher’s good, she knows what students want and what she wants from us. But its MALAY. No amount of pedagogy expertise can/is going to diminish my dimwittedness-hence-abhorrence for the subject.

Man this is one superfluous over-detailed blog. Was in the mood to crap la. =) Got shit loadsa assignments to finish now. Aaaaa.

Damn. I couldn't sleep earlier today. Went to skul.. eyes were rlly heavy n stinging... i had to sleep.. to hell with lim yk.. i need sleep.

Rlly bad decision though. =)

Nearly the first week gone n my first day enthusiasm is wearing off rapidly. u know.. new-yr-new-person crap. Have shit loadsa homework to finish n I rather come up here to blog. New year resolution was to cut down on canto soaps. Very time consuming. That's why I'm up here listenin to it.

Liverpool beating Chelsea was a fantastic start to the day. Brain couldn't function right though. I had to concentrate on keepin my eyes open after kena marah by LYK. Got so good at it I didn't sleep at all durin Bro Jo's period. Bro's a rlly nice dude la. So nice he makes me feel like a wretch for sleeping.

Siew Wah's mother took us for lunch after school. They remind me alot of the Gilmore Girls. Canto version of Lorelai and Rory. Crazy people la both of them. Ordered a whole duck for just the 3 of us. SW told me the two of em could finish the whole thing in their glory years. And they way they pick at the duck. Not a floss of meat could be found on those bones.

Finally got some sleep after lunch. One word: bliss. Shit loadsa homework waiting for me to crack on. Mini test awaits me tomorrow.

Aaa. Gotta love life. Gotta love life. Gotta love...

BooBoos
5. How my presence seems to invoke his name from people...
4. The end of liberation
3. Totally irrelevant with school but.. Smallville season ended!!! Dammit.
2. The revelation of my chemistry teacher
1. Kok PS. I have a very very bad feeling about her.

YaYs!
5. J’s right Yeanz class is next to ours! Embrace nomadic life =)
4. The rear seats are under the fan this time! =)
3. Ang’s promoted. Don’t get me wrong I’m not happy for her. I’m happy for me. She’s not a discipline teacher anymore. Hope she gets off my back this year.
2. Bo. I can’t believe she got me Xmas present! I’m touched. And shameful of my bare hands.
1. Sulaiman’s GONE! GONE! GONE! MwaHahAHAHAhaHAHa >=)