It's been more than 2 months...seems like nothing ever happened at all, yet so much has. Hmm...I really miss having her around class and all. Guess...something I took for granted to always be there isn't any longer... And it seemed all so eternal...
Though the NpSp sleepover was before this, the LEO halloween party(for no apparent reason really) had more pics. So here goes:
My family was out celebrating my mum's birthday...which...makes me feel guilty right now...so...nyways...
The party was held at Sabrina's house. Won't digress much, since there really isn't much to say.
Bunny Wanci.
Fairy June
For those that didn't come with any costume, makeup time was essential.
Sue Keng the Grim Reaper.
l-r June, Sabrina, Yi Lin and Jia Jun. The little girl is our advising teacher's daugther.
Haha! How teachers really are...
The majority there were form 3's and 2's, so once again I didn't have many people to socialize
with =/ which means just take pictures.
Group picture.
This one I'll laugh. Yi Lin said "BOD PICTURE!!!" Meaning they still categorize people by BOD and non BOD. It's a party...not a club meeting.
Uhm..yeah, anyway, some pics of the younger kids.
Tang Sook Yee, Club Service Director.
Carrie, School Service Director. And her boyfriend Sam.
Still a kid, Sabrina.
Sue Keng. I have no idea what the lips symbolize.
I'm just gonna put the pics from the NpSp sleepover in together lah.
Z_the_Z(Zakhren) trying out skating.
Soujiro's famous picture, unphotoshopped.
Sinchro(siang) punya.
Electracy(Imran)
More sexy Soujiro.
Xsin and Piggless(kenny and marcus) watching.
Okok, we DONT refer to each other using those nicknames. It's only for dotA. We really call each other by our proper names...except me I guess. Bastards, still calling me Luzzio.
After a hard night out cafeing, it's time to rest:
Aww...electracy and xsin sharing a chair.
In blue is Piggless. The one wrapped in a pink duvet is Sinchro, and face turned away(infront of Sinchro) is BabyBob(sean). You can see half of Steo's bro, Ratchet.
Zakhren all comfy.
Well, that's it. Most probably I'll have nothing much to blog about for the holidays.
I arrived infront of the APD room at about 7.40. To Boon Heng's and my horror, there was no one there yet! Eek. But...once inside the library, there were already nearly 40 people waiting. Wah.
I sat with Xiao(silly girl lazed on the sofa like a cat), Nicholas and Boon Heng while waiting for our turns. After the 3 tak guna people left, I went to sit with mei yoong cass and xm. After THEY left...hung out with sab and jia jun. Thank gawd I left before them -.-"
I won't exactly tell how the interview went, cept there will be times you feel that your tounge is stuck. Nyways, some samples I burned into a cd... Quality is lower cos I minimized it for optimum net loading.
There's more... but I don't exactly have the time to upload them now. Nyways, just some pics taken while waiting for the interview.
That's me hiding behind BH. And that's Xiao's finger in his mouth. Ew.
Romeo(s)
My E398 being hogged again.
A random still picture. Just felt like taking...zzz...
Ah well, whatever the Gemala's decision is, at least I tried out for it. Cos like I said to the 'scared' bh last night, "If you don't even try, you've already failed." =.=
Pic(s) of the day:
Sabrina. Gonna take pictures of her in her haloween costume. *sniggers* Wait and see what it is.
Well then, I suppose it's no harm saying our school days for 2005 is officially over. But wait...in between the silence of books and pens being laid down to rest, I hear chatting. That's right. While you're enjoying your hols, the Gemala 2006 has already started spinning its clockwork. The interview for their new crew will be held tomorrow...and I guess I want to try out for the photography department. I know I'm still an amateur when it comes to taking pictures, but I dont deny the fact that I really enjoy taking pics and have an experience with taking candid pics for more than 3 years already.
Anyways, I think we have to show them examples of our work. I'm not sure whether they are gonna view it THERE and THEN, cos if that's so, I'm screwed. I have no print of my pics, since all of them are digital. Maybe I'll burn a CD or something...
Anyways, some pics of post exams.
A picture of Hijaz just after the exam ended.
The difference between boys and girls. Boys chat and idle after a paper. Girls compare
answers.
Benjamin chilling with a copy of Gemala in his hands.
Listening to gossip from Puan Zaharah. Definitely not a good picture of Colin. My bad -.-
Jo Lynn not exactly satisfied with her results.
Boon Heng being jiwang.
Cute Li Ching. XD
The following pictures are taken after I asked Cass "If you and Adrian got married, can I be your wedding photographer?"
In which she replied, "What makes you think I'll marrry HIM*points at adrian*".
Some are terrible, some are good. Just enjoy the pics of Mr and Mrs Dragon. You'll notice that their expressions in each picture are the same.
Both reading an SMS,
Dont want to look at each other.
Cuddling up
Staring into each other's eyes.
When feeling down, take a break by lying against your bf's shoulders.
Cass: PLEASE????
Looking at the same direction/referring to the same person
Adorable.
Meanwhile..............
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Our un-coupled friends indulge in Sadist homosexuality. Shame on you three!
Sook Yi's post got me thinking... if we could come to a certain age where we could choose our names for ourselves, what would it be? There are alot of people out there that have different opinions about their own names. Some hate it, some dislike it. I, myself, find Mervyn a 'tad' vinnish, giving my name that...uh...geeky sound. I mean, say it aloud.
Mur-veen. Mur-veen. What's your first opinion?
Whatever it is, our names were given by our parents, and it's really one of the best presents a parent could give a child: an identity. But with that aside, let's say that at a certain age, you can officially change your name permanently. Because like it or not, theres a time when we wish our name was so or so. I used to think, what if I wasn't named Mervyn by my parents? Would it have an effect on me?
My impression of myself with these few different names:
Eddie Lai: Tall and scrawny.
Jason Lai: Actually better looking than the present Mervyn Lai..
Cecil Lai: Quieter than usual.
Jonathan Lai: Nerd.
Andrew Lai: Fat. Very very fat.
And so on.
I dunno lah, but I'm sure sometimes a name DOES affect your character a bit. Like chinese names, it's supposed to be two words defining you. My chinese Wei Shiung means noble patriot, which is what my parents thought I'd turn out to be(much to their dissapointment). In a way, if you're told what your name means, I'm pretty sure from young, some people will try and BE like what their name describes them as.
Even the names of my friends. I just can't imagine them having different names. Zakhren is Zakhren. Su Fern is Su fern. Sabrina is Sabrina.
Can you imagine a world where Jade Tan is named Samantha Tan!?? Samantha Tan would already be a VERY different name. I just can't imagine! Jade is already a definition of EVEN the green pengawas uniform she's wearing. When I think of Jade, I think of this cute lil hyperactive girl running around screaming(which is quite true with Jade), but if Jade suddenly said her name was changing to SAMANTHA Tan, I'd have a hard time getting used to it. Samantha is a name for social power hungry people. But Jade's just more familiar and friendly to be with. (no offense to anyone named Samantha).
And what if Colin Wong became Johnny Wong!?
Oh the horror!
Danny Tan
So if we kids get to choose what names we want for ourselves...can you imagine the names that will come out!?
More than 4 million kids will be named Sephiroth, Squall, Rinoa, Tifa, Aerith. Majority of sri KLians will have names like babyangel or littlestar or magicalfairy.
Wargh. Zephele Goh.
We'd have names like Hemsembert Chak,ColdTouch Lee, Popoilo ONg or Hotshot Wong!
Meet Mr. Snail. He's an invertabrate and has exoskeleton. Those are really not eyes, but feelers that sense vibration.
He can bend his body anyway possible!
Mr Snail, meet Mr Salt!
I'm sure you two mix well together.
Uh...maybe not.
As hypocritic as this post may seem with the past Seal post, not to worry, cos the snail wasn't
killed, except a very painful moment where the salt reacted with his body and extracted alot of water. Ouch. Osmosis.
My parents woke me up at about 8 oclock. Apparently my grandparent's marble slab had finally been
finished, and we wanted to go see it being cemented on.
We met up with the rest of the family over breakfast at Devi's. One thing I like about this place, despite having less attractive decorations then Tanjung, is that THEY SERVE ROTI CANAI BEFORE 12am.
Uncle Alex and Aunty Susie.
After a hearty meal of roti telur(yum!), we took a 10 minute drive to the crematorium. I'm sure no one
has really seen it before, so here's a premiere.
Cousin shevie looks 18 in this pic =p. She's only 15 though.
The crematorium is an open park filled with shelves, designed to represent chinese buildings. The
caretaker's a kindly old chinese man, but I can't help but wonder if he eats the leftovers of the offerings.
Hmm...
This crematorium doesn't only house my grandparent's urns. Shevie's paternal grandma, an old
neighbour Uncle Mike, and the grandparent of a friend of shev's is also here. Least they can play
mah-jong together.
Ta-da! The marble slab is finally done. We didn't want seperate pictures, so we used a picture
of both of my grandparents together. I wished it was colored, though.
The original picture.
Whoever did the photoshopping must've been really good at cropping. Damn.
My family's not really a superstitious bunch, but with pressure from more superstitious
relatives, we had to perform some Taoist-cum-Buddhist traditions.
A big-pot-o-hiong!*(inscence)
It's fun! My face is scratched off because I realized the fat tissues have been piling up recently.
So until I lose some weight, no more pics of myself. Yes, self conscious me. *sigh*
Dad having a cool pose.
This place is quite huge. While the nice man's cementing on my grandparent's slab, let's do some exploring, why don't we?
Paying respects.
There are alot of empty shelves, eagerly waiting to be filled with...uh...remains.
A patio in the middle.
I realized that alot of people decorated the sides of their deceased's marble slab with pots,
flowers, and chinese worship thingys.
See? Colored pictures are nice.
It's like a maze in here.
I want to show you something a little sad. Let's go to where mainly Christians are placed.
The Christian section was still under renovation and expansion, so it looked quite messy.
The red characters stand for 'booked'.
I pity the relatives of those who are placed here, having to endure the sight for a few months.
It's like rock climbing just to get to the very end.
The relatives in this section were more artistic though. You can vaguely see that the ornaments
here are much prettier and well organized. Beverly Hills of the dead?
This guy's family has taste.
A ghost inside wonders what this fat boy is doing.
Here's something saddening to show you all. My last time here, I noticed four marble slabs in a row, together:
Makes us think how lucky we are.
Alright, back to the top. I wonder if they're done yet.
Uh...
Where again?
Wow. Two slabs for himself.
And...it's done! Sweet.
It's sad to think that this will be what I'll be referring to as my grandparents from now on. Sigh.
And look, they have neighbours! Haha!
Some people are really inconsiderate, though. Look at that!
If they have even a single mm of cellotape touching my grandparents, I'll rip it off.
Not wanting to be left out, we bought a little flower pot for my grandparents too.
We're not superstitious, which resulted in simple fruits as offerings. Lol. Its so sad.
Mofo big jossticks!
And now some pictures to increase my chance of getting into the photography department for Gemala:
Actually, it's her 15th. Bloody smart-ass 'PtSssS~' student. Nyways,
This is Pei Yi a year ago. (she's the leng lui 3rd from the left)
And this is Pei Yi this year =)
Sorry I couldn't get a better picture of you. Haha.
Anyway, me and my friend are blur on what to get her. I'm open to suggestions on MSN or comment from anyone* on what to get her. Preferably her close friends.**
Right. Happy Birthday PY and may you find true love this year!***
*Anyone being anyone except Pei Yi
** Close friends meaning friends that aren't ASKED by her to ASK me.
***this year being this year, not 2005, but her 15th year. And her true love being 'you know who' ;)
Untitled. Seriously I have no idea what i'm doing.
Ok. So he's not a looker. No problem, the reason we get with handsome men is just to show them off to peers, isn't it? And seeing as there really isn't anyone around, what's the use even if he's good looking? I turn around to see geekazoid trying to start a fire with some twigs. His name's Jeffrey, 19, and apparently he was the tech guy operating the dicso lights. I didn't know geeks had anything to do with clubbing.
"Hey, you alright there?" he asks, with a stiff expression on his glass eyed face. What does he think? I, Roxanne Deanmary(the III), a renowned socialite in England, am stuck on an island, with sand in my toes, and there isn't a single trace of civilization in sight! Of course I'm not alright! I look away sharply, ignoring him.
"Fine...whatever."
Yes. Maybe I don't need him. I can live on this place on my own. Seriously, how hard can it be to gather a few fruits? Hunt a few rabbits? With some newfound determination, I started walking. I wasn't exactly sure where I was going, but at least walking was a start.
"Hey hey! Where're you going?" I hear him running after me. Ha! I'm that temptating.
"I'm taking a walk. Stay here." I tell him. He raises an eyebrow, and shakes his head, "Just come back before dark. I'll have a fire ready by then. We really don't know what could be on this island. Snakes, wild boars..."
Hmm, he does have a point. And messing with firewood won't exactly do the skin on my palms any justice. Fine. For now, I'll reap whatever benefit of sticking together from him as I can. "I'll be back before dark." I say casually.
"Yeah. Not trying to be a hero or anything, but I wouldn't want you to get hurt."
Suddenly I feel guilty. And there I was, mocking him for disabilities I'm sure he didn't want to be born with. Wait, was that a blush on my cheek? Quickly turning around, I continued walking. I could hear him running back to work on the fire. Now, let's see what this island has in store for me.
Wow. After walking along the coast for only 10 minutes, I'm already mesmerized. As un-earthly to live in as it is, this place is beautiful. The beach is a football field lengthed stretch of pearl white sand from the sea to a yet unadventured forest behind. A soft wind is blowing against my hair(where's a fucking camera when you need one?), and there isn't a single clutter in sight. Which...is bad news, meaning there isn't a soul living nearby. But still, this place is lovely! Next to Mark&Spencers, it's probably the most beautiful place in the world!
Yuck! Maybe not. I spotted what looked like a dead sea drifted carcass on the beach. I'll just walk around it slowly...don't want to get a whiff of it...I respect you sir, but I just don't want to be near you, being dead and all...
OH FUCK it moved! I screamed and leaped back, putting my hands around my chest. That dead thing moved! I shrieked my lungs out and closed my eyes. Oh no, this island is cursed. Dead people come back to life and kill us. We're dead! Now not only am I gonna leave a smelly carcass, it's gonne be walking about killing things! "AIEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Jeebus, what's wrong!?" Jeffrey comes running. "You alright?" He places a warm hand on my shoulder as I screamed frantically, covering my face with my hands. Trembling, I lift a shaky finger and pointed at the undead thing behind him. How could he not have noticed it?
"Whoa! That's not a branch! It's a person!" Stupidly, Jeffrey runs towards the zombie. I wanted to scream 'NO!', but maybe he'd just buy me enough time to escape myself. Without bothering to see poor Jeff's cruel end, I ran for it. "Rox, come back! He's breathing!"
Wha? Zombies don't breathe.
"Help me out here! He's still alive!" Jeffrey shouts. Reluctantly, I slowly walked back. "Are you sure it's not dead?" I call out.
"Yes I'm sure! And 'it' happens to be a person! C'mon, let's give this guy a hand," Jeff lifts the survivor/zombie into a sitting position, and I can only gasp as I see the guy's face. What a looker.
Xiao proposed yesterday that we write a little story about 2 boys and a girl who are stranded on an island. I'll write the girl's POV, and you can wait for her write up on the boy's POV.
"Let's go on a chartered cruise!" she says. "The Empress VI, the greatest leisure ship all of England has to offer. We'll be rubbing shoulders with big names in the discos, and drinking tequilas while sunbathing on the pooled deck."
I said no, thank you very much. Being on safe land where I could put my two feet down without worrying about falling into endless water was my idea of having fun. Want a disco with Stars? I'll take you clubbing in Maque-san's. And you could sunbathe on the nice, safe, sandy(urgh) beach just as well as you'd have on a boat. But in the end, Heidi HAD to force me on this stupid cruise. And look where I am now.
"Bitch!", I shout out loud. For a moment, I hurriedly gasped, as if trying to swallow back my words. But come to think of it, who could hear me? I'm on a fucking desert island! Stranded, by myself, and the bitch didn't even have the decency to survive and endure this with me. Some best friend SHE is, taking me on a cruise, and then abandoning me like that! Well, she could've held on to the raft abit longer, couldn't she? Though there wasn't space for her on it, and no way was I dipping into that water. But that's not the point, is it? She's just so selfish. Fucking Heidi.
So what happens now? Do I wait for a day or two on this bloody sand mound until a rescue boat arrives? Or do I survive like that something-Crusoe chap did? What will I eat? My stomache's too fragile for raw fish(if I even manage to catch any. I hate fishing. Never understood what daddy liked about it, with all those wriggling worms and scaly fish.) Oh my God. I'm gonna die on this island. I'm gonna leave a smelly carcass and no one's gonna find me till I'm stinky and rotten. Tears fall from my eyes and I start to wish I was back at home in the comfort of my duvets, with a bowl of chocolate strawberries and the telly playing the final episode of One Tree Hill. Or even a re-run.OH YES, I AM THAT DESPERATE!
But what if I survive? Will this be like one of those stories you see on CNN of a miracle survivor, rescued and then given more attention from the media than she could ever wish for? Whenever I walk down the street, people will be whispering, "That's the pretty girl who survived!" Yes. I rub the tears off my eyes, and stood up firmly. I'll survive this. I mean, I've lived on Bali for 3 months before, that's an island too, right? So is this, peace of cake. Then I stop to ponder, true, this is an island too, but there aren't any hotels or gift shops. Where the fuck am I anyway? Madagascar? Wait, isn't Madagascar on the other side of the world? Just how far were we from England? I smack my forehead, why-oh-why didn't I pay attention to the captain's boring speech instead of flirting with the bar-boys!?!??
"ROXANNE YOU IDIOT!" I shout to myself, and take and angry stomp on the ground. "OUCH!!!" I felt some sharp thingy jab straight into my soles, "WHATTHEFUCKSHITSHITFUCKFUCK FUCK FUCK YOU SEA SHELSSS!!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!" Blood was dripping from my soles. Oh fuck, I'm gonna die. And just my first day too. I'm gonna die of blood lost and leave a smelly carcass behind. Fuck!
Standing on one leg, I hop to the sea to wash off the blood, before I heard the sweetest sound from behind.
"STOP! DON'T DIP YOUR FEET!"
Heavenly. I wasn't alone on this island. And that's a man's voice too. Sounds macho. I'm pretty good at judging a person by their voice, did you know that? Judging from his, I can say this one's a hunk. Maybe we'll both live on this island forever and have endless sex, then we'll have babies and start our own Roxanne country. I wouldn't have to work to survive on this God-forsaken island anymore. He, my husband, will do it for me. I'm playing my part too of course, via sex. That would be his reward. Aren't all men like that? As long as I keep myself available to him, I , Roxanne Deanmary (the III) wouldn't even have to lift a finger to be fed and pampered. He'll do it all for me.
All these thoughts crossed my mind in the split second of me turning around on one foot, and giving him my cutest first impression of my face possible. I had to rub my eyes to stare in disbelief. It wasn't a hunk. It wasn't even a man. Well, not if you consider geeks as one. It was hard to see from the sun glaring behind, but what from what I could, this dude was scrawny, wearing square framed glasses more suitable as microscope lens and had a geeky haircut. I think I'm gonna faint. Heck, why not?
*plop*
Ok Xiao, your turn to continue. Make it good =)
*to all those super blur people. This girl in my story was on a chartered cruise ship before it sank, leaving her where she is now.
