MeRdEkA!!!

I’m not feeling patriotic at all today—don’t be fooled by the 3 exclamation marks. It’s eight in the morning and I’m sitting in front of the computer. (read: I’m BORED)

I attended the Interchurch Merdeka Prayer Rally last night—reached home at 12.30a.m. I don’t need to fast anymore today (don’t want to either). 40 days ago mum and I decided to skip dinner everyday to fast and pray for Malaysia to be a part of the Lighting Up The Nation programme. Ah well, I don’t know why I did it—wasn’t really passionate about it, didn’t pray really hard. I fasted partly to discipline my eating habit, I admit. Anyway at least I made a commitment to pray. And it’s a better way of celebrating Merdeka than those who come out on bikes,speeding, and wearing the Jalur Gemilang on their backs.

Despite my lackadaisical efforts, this is still a good programme by the church, I think. They made booklets to be distributed nationwide telling us what to pray for each day. Couldn’t help noticing that many times the plight of the Orang Asli was given great attention—many living under the poverty line, without good education, without stable income, neglected by government…bleh-bleh. It’s sad, but it doesn’t evoke any sense of sympathy within me. Maybe I’m used to this kind of news. Or maybe I’m just a little cold-blooded in this area.

Anyway anyway…(gosh I think I used this word very often)…Malaysia can be considered quite blessed. I like the government’s move to wage war against corruption (although more action is yet to be seen). And Pak Lah seems a good and righteous person from the newspapers—I believe he is. Most importantly, there is peace and harmony in the land.

Selamat Merdeka Malaysia!!!

(too bad, shouting did not increase my patriotism..hahaha)

ramblings-bored

finished my chemistry paper today..hentam hentam hentam….ion zink larut dalam NH3 berlebihan…saw that the weather was suitable for a walk…so decided to walk to simpang kuala for my physics tuition instead of the usual public bus…after all, i don’t exercise regularly…bad..real bad for a chocaholic like me…(by the way, HELP!!i really like chocolate!oh no…)

walk..walk…breathe in the bad air…picture the carbon monoxide thingy coaxing my haemoglobin not to carry oxygen..scrunch up my nose. walk some more…and then…drop.drop.oh no…rain! bigger drop…OH NO!!! RAIN!!! no umbrella–stupid me.no shelter near by.and somehow still…walk…walk..did not run.figured out that it would not make much of a difference.

drop-drop-drop-drop-drop.my test pad is wet.remember mum’s famous words–always put things in a BAG.ah, never mind.BAG. walk..walk…getting frantic.

HEY THERE!! RAIN!! CAN YOU HEAR ME!! STOP FALLING DOWN!! I’VE GOT AT LEAST 200m TO GO!

swoosh.HONK!! car stops.stranger and her daughter.without thinking…i scramble into the car.how foolishly brave–after the recent spate of horrible crimes.
tell her i want to go to CERIA.daughter gives me a tissue.i wipe my test pad first before wiping my soaked skin.didn’t bother about my pinafore.
thank her profusely.get down from the car.then remember that i didn’t even ask for her name.
ah, forget it.thank you again stranger.you’ve been my saviour!

go into kfc.get the cheapest meal (which is also expensive) .eat.get free air-conditioner for the next 2 hours.

shiver–too cold.walk out at 3pm.walk to CERIA.pay my fees–late again.it’s 29th august.
get a good seat–in front of the air-con.seem to forget i am cold.
take out my chemistry and start turning the pages….

remind myself to buy chocolate before tuition starts.
and i’m posting double again today.bad.

*yawn*

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Well, I decided not to put a title to acknowledge that this is not something to be proud of. However, playing truant for 2 periods proved to be memorable.( There…knew I’d never make a good prefect…).This happened a month ago, but i thought it deserved a place on my blog.=D

It was the same old boring Thursday with double periods of add maths after PJ. Boon Siew suggested we join the boys for football and I readily agreed. I still laugh whenever I think of how stupid we looked on the field. And we were being watched with great interest by the classes next to the field (including my brother who always belittled my ball-kicking ability, with good reason though.heh.)

Someone said that girls have bigger and clumsier legs than guys, and this was one of the times I could not disagree. Heck! We could not control our feet properly and missed the ball several times although it was just right in front of our toes. We ended up running around the field like silly clowns.

Anyway, by the end of the 40-minute period, I had kicked the ball for a total….teng teng teng teng…..4 times!!! One ball per 10 minutes. I proudly told everyone about my achievement. At the same time, the boys from our class were already complaining and accusing us of helping them to lose the match against 5A4.=P But Mr Lim told us we could sign up with Arsenal.That’s not bad for a start, no?

But we went a little overboard that day, I guess. After being chased off the field, we chose not to return to class, seven of us—me, Boon Siew, Sin Lin, Wei Chun, Kai Shan,Ren Haw (can’t remember the last one).Instead, we went over to the basketball court to have a match against 3A2!!

It felt great to be able to touch the ball again.The last time I played was ages ago! I started to reminisce my form2 and form3 days where my friends who were in the school team would teach me how to play. I used to dodge whenever the ball came—but I soon learnt how to catch and snatch (clumsily).

Anyway, the bell rang again after another 40 minutes and a teacher came and called all the form 3 students back to class. (moan…)

Now we were left alone.We debated whether or not to return (and get a good scolding from Pn. Teoh), or to hang around and get caught. We chose the latter. So we hid behind the pavillion wall and waited for the recess bell to ring.I thought we had a really good time.

Well, I heard from a teacher later on that Pn. Teoh almost went berserk (think he was exaggerating) upon knowing I had skipped her class….

Sorry Pn. Teoh….(sheepish look on my face)