benefit of all doubts.

so it's been a...

``m.i.L.k. laine. says:
she didn't accept
i cannot tahan my haemodialysis one most
definitely must see the skema
maybe we should attack her and photocopy the skema first before she comes into class
so when she comes in we can shoot everything at her.

and

everyone: i wrote so much and she gave me a *inserts undeserving marks*
mel: i even DREW the diagram of the dialysis machine!
jet: OH ME TOO ME TOO! -shoves his bio paper at us-

...week. you know how it's like

i must say, jet, your "KENNY" is toooooo HAWT that he shouldnt endure kidney failure in the first place! XD

whoa, my dad felt a slight tremor as he was driving back to home. the impact of indonesia's earthquake at magnitude 6 or so. thank god he was alright. my maid thinks hari kiamat is coming, she's been droning on and on about this since the landslide. i'm all the way up in this secluded bukit, so i felt absolutely nothing. may god bless the world.

*

on an unrelated note, i feel relieved.

all that anxiety over the entire raya hols are bygones! worrying about my careless mistakes, about being the only one with the odd experiments, about getting the format wrong...

bla bla bla, CTRL+Z them and look at the bigger picture --
spm is looming in fif-freaking-ty days! baffling! the last time i counted, it was 125. time amazes me. =.=

currently in the world of dan brown's lost symbol. looking at the speed i'm reading, which is obviously not 30 minutes per page marc, it might take up to a week UNLESS i have an entire day's off. have not reached the climax yet, therefore it's not so much of a page-turner for me. i get distracted so i easily put the book down.

*

so in just one day (or maybe even 10 minutes), i'm officially in M.I.L.K. -- a clique that we came up with out of serious boredom.

IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE JUST LAINE, MEL AND I. we were boogling at our initials M L K when i finally decided to call it MILK just to complete it.

then IAN with his brilliant capital I came into the picture and somehow "perfected" our new clique/group/pact/whatever it's called.

hence MILK we are.

usually in an organization like this, we'll need proof of identity and beliefs. so we exploited the old deco for COOKE's tent, which have been long abandoned at the back of the class.

VOILA! THE FRIENDSHIP TOKENS FOR MILK!

SUPERBLY LAME LEVEL 100!

and i looked superbly ugly but.. this picture has to go up because

notice how we were sitted according to the jewel's arrangement? -points above-

ian: my finger's big larh..
(not like it helped you to get rid of us three girls from forcing your finger into the picture)

ian's finger was trembling and he was having difficulty balancing the jewel on his finger. ._____./
excuses.

yet i pity him for having to put up with our nuisance. he's a guy. A FREAKING MAN WITH GREAT AMOUNT OF EGO WITHIN.

LAINE'S FACE WAS SO OILY THAT SHE DID NOT HAVE A SINGLE TROUBLE HAVING THE JEWEL STICKING FIRMLY ONTO HER FOREHEAD! HAH!

*

discussed physics paper with puan R and she gave us a long lecture on how to score like ian teng 50 days before your spm. or so i think.

puan R: you must think deep into the question! THINK LIKE IAN, he thinks deep, straight into the solenoid! -does some hand gestures-
laine: maybe because he belongs in the solenoid after all...

ROFLMAO!

OH MY GOD y'know what! i was sitting down on the couch with my legs folded in parallel when i realised my thighs have this rash-like blood clots. instantly drifted my mind to haemophilia and panicked. (i'm known for jumping into early conclusions) then i remembered the game we played in class (concentration!!!) which involved hitting our laps =.= hahaha~

today was an eventful day, very happening.
and my conscience tells me that i should be studying.

forty winks and i'm..

so sleepy.

i've forgotten how to write in just a week's time. had difficulties coordinating my fingers with the pen. even curdling a pen seems odd and.. quite tedious. like my brain doesnt register the fact that i am supposed to move the pen using my fingers. some crap like that. i dunno how to explain further lahhhhh!!!!

est essay tomorrow some more. let's just hope hybrid cars comes out because i've done an extensive research on it. puan yeoh, don't change the paper, pretty please? if you do (and i really think you did, you have had a week's time.), gimme food technology or global warming or some GMOs.

PLEASE! something i DONT KNOW should not even appear right before my eyes tomorrow, understood?! LAWL!

yawns. school. yawns.

all the best to me!

infamous by now; come one come all!

i was interviewed by the director of ICPU (CANADIAN PRE-U PROGRAMME) and i threw the utmost absurd question because we were encouraged to initiate small talks.

so sir, where are you from?

OH MY GOD I CAN STAB MYSELF WITH A DAGGER A MILLION TIMES YET SUICIDE IS OBVIOUSLY INADEQUATE TO COVER THAT EMBARRASSEMENT.

things you do when you get reallyyyy nervous; an unimaginably inane question breaks the ice! there, i made a total fool out of myself by stating the obvious. eventually i covered up by telling mr jim leonard my dreams of entering oxford u, back to where i was borned. (one can always dream hello, it's true anyway)

me: you know, i originated quite near from you! i was borned in the uk :D (lacked ideas to cover up my stupidity)

then ian teng weng yew had to burst my bubble by saying that canada is in reality, quite far from the uk. fcuk =.=

for fun, since my camera's working again. :D

mr jim leonard is really chubby to the extent that i wanted to compliment him on his round rosy cheeks! then i thought of the briefing earlier; bad idea, bad idea. everyone wanted to be interviewed by him hahahaha! he was so nice that i thought i might have a shot at getting that award because he was telling me how diverse my co-curricular activities are when all i was involved in is bla bla bla bla and bla bla, and how he thought our conversation's interesting. he ended every of my answers with a WOW, THAT'S EXCELLENT!

mom: canadians are polite and they love to say nice things, even if they despise you secretly they'll make it seem as though they love your company!

oh, scratch what i said previously :D

he was flipping through my certs with the most outrageous expression (which i find adorable!) and finally admitted that

haha, i dont know bahasa melayu so it's okay you can put the certs away

T_____T he couldnt read my pelajar terbaik certs T__________T


am thankful that i was able to understand his accent too. and i was not asked to choose between help and taylor's nor he even touched the surface of the topic. that's hallelujah already. all in all, i'm not garnering hopes for this because the students from damansara sri garden whatever international schools were darn intimidating. aly eavesdropped as they talked bout their achievements, O.O.

well, we have people who are comparatively good so SBU BOLEH JUGAK OKAY?



currently juggling between biomedical science and actuarial science. forget mass comm, rest my case on that haha. it's sad that i still cant picture myself in 10 years time whereas everyone else already has a plan at hand. what the hell will i be doing? how do i even get to doing it? i know i'll be married and all but, heck, i wanna be rich too!

i need an opinion: accept SASA or wait for jpa/bank negara (where chances of securing the scholarships are MINIMAL)? brrrrrrr i wish my parents inconspicuously grew a real money tree at our backyard.

pocket full of sunshines!

happy people happy outing happy pictures!

nuff said.

i dropped my handphone

by accident, and the phone's camera is functioning already

WOOHOOOOOOO. :D

mission numero uno

try to study for est the night before? MUST try.
cut some hair.
lose that flabby arms and thighs that had my 8 years neighbour and family (steph to be specific) complaining whenever i pay my rare visits. just today they did it again.
get my hands on dan brown's the lost symbol and the kite runner! teehee i do realise i've been going on and on about this for few consecutive posts. can't help it :D
watch gg season 2, again. though i'm starting to wonder how the show lacks substance. i miss betty so suddenly!
hunt for aja's BELATED birthday present -- blair's headband with a big bow (challenging, for all i know they're only available at the upper east side of manhattan.)
prepare myself mentally to embrace my results, which deemed to suck. god's punishment.


before this holiday ends. tick tock tick tock.

caterpillar in the tree
how you wonder who you'll be
can't go far but you can always dream

小孩不笨

has its own tv series now, something worth your time watching and you dont need to master mandarin for that matter. singaporean jokes are somewhat lame but they actually cracked me up till my belly literally bounced! *(not that i have a belly, i think?) knowing mandarin however is a plus point because mandarin jokes too can be utmost hillarious! =D i'm no banana thankfully but i do regret giving up on mandarin, sometimes. at least i still speak the language, still able to recognize words and all the nonsensical han yu pin ying. anyway, you should really check out the tv series on youtube, it's good.

and hana, going out to pav once doesnt make me a socialite, nor you an anti-social! but i fancy the idea of having a pair of homozygous recessive allele for anti social :D

to prove my point further,
I DONT FACEBOOK. NEVER WILL, UNLESS PUAN JULIANA HAS ONE! STOP CONVINCING ME LAINE, IT'S NOT GONNA WORK -winks-

gosh my blog needs some colours, some pictures to spice things up. it's so bland reading word after word of teenage ramblings doesnt it? unfortunately you gotta bear with this for a while till i get the picture issue sort out.
in pappadoms we believe.

munching on the biggest kuih kapit i've ever seen at the moment. one day i really think i'm going to inherit my dad's size. freaking biology tells me that they're in my genes. T___T

an excursion to the bookshop suddenly piques my interest in books, books which my mom will never buy unless none of my friends owns it. chanced upon dan brown's latest series -- the lost symbol. it has no summary whatsoever at the back cover (GRRR) so i'm harbouring hopes that amanda has bought the book so i can take advantage once she's done! weee~ lim poi yin my dear, kite runner, pretty please. sejarah and all can wait, time for some good books now! i'm really showing some social withdrawal symptoms....................... maybe anti-social runs in my genes, after all.


and people dont forget, we still have est after raya. no frets though because dan's mom is the writer of the est textbook which still remains perfectly untouched in my school's locker XD

an ultimatum.

jet is the MASTER OF BOWLING. happy? =)

the outing today involved heaps of walking. walking from lrt station to times square, from times square to pavillion, from pavillion back to the lrt stations.. not forgetting shopping itself and it has to be today when i wore my heels.

aly and nurul were my only companion of the same gender. the rest of the girls bailed on us. yin, aja, laine, mel, dharr, julia, kim, afzan... sorry to say but there wont be any outings until after spm :D nik was preoccupied with her kelate boyfriend, the national public speaking/debator champion, riza i think his name was. chumeng's height made it tougher for us to sneak into the cinema with an 18sx rating. haseef was gloomy when i couldnt accompany him back to putra lrt station after the outing. kien yoong was being gay, as usual and constantly persuading us to go for karaoke. jia xiang's outfit was perfect for a business meeting and had us pondering lifestyle of the rich. daniel was stupidly daniel. marc, jon and faisal were throwing a gay party at redbox room 34 and they headed for the ugly truth, a very inappropriate movie for guys.

the final destination you say? no shit.
because the majority, the guys i mean, insisted that the movie sucked after listening to marc. marc sucks because he practically said every other movies available suck except for the ugly truth. in a nutshell, marc ruined my day haha :D

we ended up watching.......
gamers.

quote daniel:
"never watch a movie with only one word." somewhat bullshit.
"only people like ian will love that movie." true.

it's really not at all that bad. i just did not get the drift of the movie for the first 30 minutes until jiaxiang and haseef started mocking my lembap-ness. the concept of the movie was okay, very futuristic i must say; and there's this very prettyyyyy boyyyyy to feast my eyes. i thought the ending was abrupt, as though they exceeded their budget that they had to end it in a predictable happy ending. so hate it.
beautiful eh! logan lerman =D


on a brighter note, we went bowling! the only reason why we were at times square anyway, because

jiaxiang: i belong to pavillion, not times square.

IM NOT KIDDING YOU. HE REALLY, REALLY SAID THAT. TSK TSK. poor kien yoong was the victim because times square is his so called hometown. LOL.

bowling as mentioned, i'm a natural at it. like seriously, i have this grace when i spin the ball. i have the movement of a bowler okay! and i was LEADING THE SCOREBOARD until jet had a strike for the last two rounds. i was somehow distracted, or overly flattered by my own talent (sheesh) at the crucial rounds which ultimately made way to jet's victory. sixty two points was something deserving applaud for an amateur like me okay!


jet: my right arm feels limp now larh.
me: because of bowling? mine feels fine ><
jet: well you took the pink ball, number 8. mine was a TWO DIGIT ball okay.
me: pink ball's designated for GIRLS. and anyway you DID use the pink ball for a few times.
jet: ....................................
me: my legs are sore though.
jet: SO CHAAAA! mine's fine!
me: i wore heels and shopped for two hours after you left!
jet: ..................................

LOL I'M GOOD AT MAKING GUYS GO GAGA AND TOTALLY SPEECHLESS.

will post up pictures when nurul sends them. my phone camera's spoilt. ughhhhh!