Thanks a lot Lynn...now that ONE line just won't get out of my head. Still..I suppose it's better than *squeaky voice* 'in an inhuman race' over and over.


And over


We had our foodsale today [which me and Lynnie totally ditched after the first 10 billion batches of garlic bread, which we were supposed to be making non stop for 5 periods, to go for Phanty practice!! More about that later.] And IBguess it was pretty cool. By pretty cool I mean cooler than yesterday, where we had to stand up for like 4 hours straight shoving batch after batch of garlic bread into my tiny little oven [which somehow seems not so tiny when I'm lugging it home with an armful of books]. Yesterday someone was being a total control bitch, screaming at everyone and yelling out stupid things, thinking he was, being the biggest and therefore leader of the world by default, in charge. I sort of screamed at him after the food sale because he was so pissing me off but Selva barged in and told me to shut up. >.< Ish. Lynn fed him this wierdo color-of-the-Klang-river-water "drink" though which, apparantly, quite a few people *ahemdengzhouincluded* kinda spat into. o.O Ewww. Somehow the tought of drinking someone else's spit makes me wanna puke. And Lynnie did it again today with a piece of toxic garlic bread which had stale oil and essence-of-floor all over it. All I can say is, he had better thank his lucky stars that the piece with Soon Keat's sweat on it got lost. Phanty [Phantom Of The Opera] pratice was kinda funny. It's so fun being a kelefeh and not having to worry about having any real lines. Apart from Lynnie's "Why?" which is, as she claims, extremely crucial in order for scene 2, a.k.a. the kelefeh scene, to work. Apparantly we're all supposed to be bitchy prostitue type ballerinas, not the glamourous prima donna ballerinas, which sort of begs the question; What on earth is Meg Giry doing hanging out in the dressing room with tarts like us? Hemm.. Oh yeah...we also did this super duper coolio Chem electrolisis experiment involving lots of acid and a leaky electrode cell thingamajig. We ended up producing copper [!!!] and turning an entire electrode pink in the process [Although Madam kept insisting it was "perang"] AND as usual, I just had to spill sulphuric acid all over my hands. *itchiness*

My ballet exam, that is. Couldn't sleep the whole of Wednesday night and woke up at like what? 8 on Thursday. o.O I spent the whole better half of the day as a nervous fingernail-chewing wreck, trying to sew up the ends of the straps on my leotard so that they wouldn't stick out and trying to warm up AND trying to break in my new shoes at the SAME TIME. Spent most of the agonising 6 hour wait SMSing like crazy, mostly Jia Shyuan who was trying [quite unsuccessfully] to make me feel not-so-nervous. Yeah right. Like that's ever gonna happen on the day of anyone's ballet exam.


Right before I left the house Farah called and asked me to bring an extra hanger for her because she'd forgotten hers, which nearly threw me into a panic attack so I chucked out the contents of my entire bag to see if I'd forgotten anything and get this: I'd forgotten my ballet shoes. All I can say is: THANK YOU FARAH, YOU SAVED MY LIFE! Arrived at the studio 10 minutes late with my hard-as-a-safety-helmet hair, wishing I hadn't eaten lunch. *pukes with nervousness* We warmed up a little and my teacher told us about some grade 6 girl who'd taken her exam before us. Apparently her glasses kept slipping off her face or something and the examiner was getting pretty annoyed.


Scary German Examiner: Are your glasses bothering you?

Stupid Spectacle girl [as dubbed by my ballet teacher]: Yes.

Scary German Examiner: Well would you like to take them off then?

Stupid Spectacle Girl: No. *turns unflattering shade of tomato red*


Yeah. I think my teacher was pretty miffed about that so before we went in she gave us this huge pep talk. Bottom line: DON'T SCREW UP OR I'LL CHOP OFF YOUR HEAD AND BOIL IT FOR DINNER. With that happy little image engraved in my memory forever, we went in for our exam. Everything SORT OF went pretty uneventfully until we came into the centre. The room was freezing cold and we were all hot and sweaty and I think Rachel's glasses were starting to fog up a bit.


Scary German examiner: [right before our pirrouettes excercise started] Hang on, hang on. Does anyone have a towel?

Everyone in room including pianist: *stares with blank 'I have absolutely no idea what's happening' expression*

Scary German Examiner: *points to Rachel, who looks absolutely terrified* Your glasses seem to be misting up. Would you like to go outside and wipe them?

Rachel: *nods dumbly*


So while we stood there in absolute shock [I mean NO ONE has ever sent us out of the studio in the middle of an exam before], our examiner started laughing at the expressions on our faces and told us to relax. Apart from that everything was pretty much okay. Except for the fact that I'm sure I had this horribly frozen looking smile on my face the entire time. Before I knew it, our 55 minutes were up and the exam was over!! WHEE!! Now we're totally free to think about the concert all day long!!!

Or at least that's what my teacher told us NOT to look like when we go in for our ALL IMPORTANT BALLET EXAM...

TOMORROW

!!!! I'm so freaked out now I can barely evemn typi propwerlky///


Stupid ballet exam was so delicately set up that it was supposed to fall on a day when I have double physics AND double Bio and all my other fellow ballet-mates have extremely equally missable subjects [double chem, add maths, etcetcetc] so we demanded for it to be on a Thursday. And when my teacher told us she actually did put us on a Thursday, well yeah I we were pretty overjoyed.


Ms- Ballet- Teacher- Who- Put- Our- Exam- On- A- Thursday: Oh I managed to get your exam on a Thursday. That's what you all wanted right?

Horde- Of- Frightened- Potatoes: YESSSS!!!!!!

MBTWHOEOAT: Okay then so your exam is on the 21st of April,

a Thursday

HOFP: YESSSS!!!!!!

Ballet- Studio- Receptionist- Aka- Ballet- Teacher's- Sister- in- Law- Aka- Aunty- Pat: Wait, your exam is on the 21st?

HOFP: YESSSS!!!!!!

BSRABTSILAAP: Isn't that a public holiday? Prophet something-or-other's birthday??

HOFP: NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! *scrabbles for random calender*

NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

So yeah. How majorly SUCKY!! Nice way to be spending my public holiday. Arg.

I'm sooo frigging tiiired. Sports day was kinda fun. For once! We didn't win gymrama (boo frickidy hoo) but at least we had loads of fun trying to! Me and Elsa were wearing shiny green paper plastered abstractly all over our white shirts and green hair ribbons and we hairsprayed our hair GREENN!!!!! It was soo cooool ^.^ Gymrama was okay. Our mascots looked really screwed up though. They were supposed to be Sylvester and Tweety but Tweety was wearing jeans and you could see Sylvester's green house shirt through this ginormous hole in his back. I had to leave early for tuition which was a real pity because for the first time in my MC life I actually WANTED to stay back for Fat P's lameass "I'd give you a holiday if I could" speech and boo, I actually WANTED to sit with all the sweaty lil gymrama kids and I actually WANTED SO BADLY to hear who won. Well it wasn't us but I would've liked to be there and cheer about the fact that it wasn't Yellow house who did. Oh yeah..Jason just reminded me about the fact that I arrived at the stadium with my shirt on inside out. So sue me for oversleeping like crazy and trying to get dressed in a room with no fricking lights on!!!!


Got a ride from Asher with Jia Shyuan and Jo to tuition. o.O Meh. SO wasn't in the mood for bloody F=ma and other irrelevant crap...v=u+at..pfft who needs it. Just wanted to go home and sleeeeeeep..Tuition was boring. Carmen didn't come so Asher sat with Jia Shyuan and I had to spend the entire tuition sitting next to Mike. Bleagh. Stupid ass...ish. Can't stand the guy. Sat in tuition with 20000 ton eyelids and green hair and when it was FINALLY over, had to lug my guitar to church in the rain for worship practice with Justin.


I guess practice was ok...the usual affair of copying Justin's fingers and pretending to know what I was doing. Well it was pretty fun cos like Justin was nice enough to type out all the chords and stuff..I mean I dunno if they do that all the time at YF worship but it's NEVER happened at chapel..neither do we get a whole weeks notice when it comes to the songs..we get more like..one night to memorise all the chords. I was also supposed to guitar for Pei Wenn but I kinda screwed up. Like really badly. *Sorry Pei Wenn!!* When it was time for YF to start I realised that I didnt have a battery for my guitar. [Yes, for your information, semi- acoustics DO need batteries] and I think Justin was just so ready to hit me when Edward magically produced one [yay!] and then the jack for the guitar didn't work so they used a mike for my guitar which...yup you guessed it..totally didnt work at all. Which probably was a good thing because I think I screwed up really badly.


Came home after a 12 hour day with my green hair and school shoes and fell asleep on the couch instantly. I've got panda eyes now which probably aren't going to get any less panda-y because I've got ballet tomorrow morning [AAAAARGGGHHH!!!!!] And now I feel like complete shit..UGH

# posted by -sarah- @ 2:15 PM 0 comments

Yeah. Today the entire Interact Club invaded a spastic children's centre somewhere in the middle of PJ [really really REALLY near the old folks home we visited for our LAST guilt slash emotion slash depression inducing trip] and it was soooOoOoOoOoOoOOOOOooooOOOOooO saddddd....=(


Ok so the bus trip there is superbly insanely immensely gargantuanly ginormously BIGLY noisy. I mean, what do you expect with all of us [Me, Elsa, Yan, Stef and Zeng Zhou, Malcolm, Jack and Thomas for good measure] all together on the back seat. So there we are, annoying the hell out of the rest of the bus [or well, the people on it] and Madam Zabedah's up front with En Li screaming "SHE'S GONNA PUKE!!!" over and over again when we all suddenly realise the scenery out the window looks just a leeeeetle too familiar. Wonder why? Because we were driving round and round in fricking circles. Deja vu anyone? Lynn? Bee Bee? Yeah..just like at our LAST guilt slash emotion slash depression inducing trip, we were once again lost in the exact same spot. Pfft. And they say there's only ONE bermuda triangle. We manage to get ourselves un-lost and end up at the spastic kids' home. Which is painted bright blue
with bright green windows.


And a red door.


The visit itself was really quite sad. I mean most of the kids were all outside, running around and playing with [in some cases jumping on and almost gouging out the eyes of] each other. And yeah we had loadsa fun carrying all the lil kids around [over and over and over and voer and OVER again] and singing with them and stuff but seeing all the kids inside the home really saddened me. Some of them were really really thin and apparantly they have this disorder where their muscles waste away or something and by the time they're 14 they'll all be just skin and bones. As in literally skin and bones, not Paris-Hilton-aneroxic-biotch skin and bones. And it hurts everytime someone touches them so all they can do is lie on their backs all day long. *sniff* And there was also this little chinese girl who was really really young and REALLY REALLY pretty. She's mute apparantly and unable to chew food so all she can eat is porridge and she also can't walk but can move her legs, which according to Mdm Norhayati-teacher-full-of-super-cool-kimia-knowledge is because her motor skills are like disabled. Or something. But it was seriously just soo sad because she's so pretty and she's so sweet and the thought of her parents being able to bear giving her away just makes me want to cryyy.


The ride back was okayy..there weren't that many of us so we all [well most of us anyway] sat in the back of the bus and Mdm Zabedah told us about some apparantly spastic dude who apparantly molested her. o.O Ick. I didn't know spastic people were even capable of doing that. Unless of course, he was one of the stupid insensitive tv people who just barged right into the middle of our visit, which I have, by now, very very little respect for, disguised as one of the spastic people. I wouldn't be surprised if it turned out to be just that actually. We all sit in the bus alll the way back to school singing that annoying lonely song with differnet lyrics.


Hungryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
I'm so hungryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
I got no McDeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee's
blablabla
*insert howling noise*


Yeah. We were all starving to death in the bus, begging the stupid bus driver to turn off at all the possible turn offs that lead to a McD's but he refused. Ish. We got back to school, grabbed our bags [well all of us with the exception of Elsa, who completely forgot hers] and ran off the the nearest McD's with Mdm Zabedah and Mdm Norhayati. Well, no..actually we just ran off to the LRT station whose train took us to McD's!! Wheee!! Fooood!!! *drools* at McD's we order and everything and I'm just going to sit down when my mum calls and tells me to get my ass home. Ldieaufgbhjvkxv *insert random rant* So yeah. I leave. And go home. And that's the end of that. Ish.

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