SAM is finally over!!!!!!!

It seems like time has passed by so fast... We started in March, and now 8 months has passed and we are now preparing for finals. Time really flies when you are busy enjoying yourself.... So anyway it's a surprise that most of my classmates came on Friday, the last day... well, except those not expected to come la... And the Economics teacher gave us a surprise!! She baked muffins for the whole class as a good luck wish!! Took plenty of photos for memory... This year is one of the best years I ever had, and my class seriously rocks! Classmates, you're the best!!!

With our lecturers, Ms Yong, Mrs Soh and Mr Woon

My classmates

Today was Lee Su Yen's 17th birthday. Happy Birthday, dear! Finally we're both 17. Some of her friends got up a surprise birthday party for her.... We came early and decorated the place, blowing balloons, putting up streamers. Some of them got the cake(s) and the food. Lye Wan was supposed to hold off Su Yen until noon and then bring her to the ECA office. But they came too early, and we thought that our surprise failed or something. But anyway, we had a great time. Bryan gave a lot of advice and comments, which ended up in Su Yen getting some "marking cream" on her face and a kiss from Sean. Too bad I didn't manage to take many photos, as my phone's camera is really cacat T.T

Patchwork cake

After eating we hanged around. Lye Wan, Ian, Sean and Su Yen played foosball, and then later we played Blockus, some board game. We decided to go play pool, but since Ms Shirley and Mr Albert were out we were the 'caretakers' of the office and so we could not leave. So we cleaned up our mess, and since we had so many balloons and streamers around we decided to decorate the ECA office with it ^.^ After Mr Albert came back we went off to AC for pool, before we went back.

A 'decorated' lamp

A little conversation between Jia Yi (pea) and me (IOSYS)...

pea says:




IOSYS says: pig
IOSYS says: i feel like eating bacon now
pea says: lol
pea says: go ahead
IOSYS says: *sharpens knife*
pea says: *tied on the board*
pea says: *Waiting to be slaughtered*
IOSYS says: *stand over little pig, tryin to decide how best to cut it up*
pea says: *sobbing and wailing madly*
IOSYS says: *goes away*
pea says: *snoring loudly*
IOSYS says: *comes back with pen*
pea says: *eyes opened widely*
IOSYS says: *starts drawing on pig*
pea says: *shouting like mad*
IOSYS says: *labels bacon, ham, head, roast pork*
pea says: *struggling with much effort*
IOSYS says: *takes knife, say prayer and start slaughtering*
pea says: *YELL*
pea says: *------------* died
IOSYS says: *continue slaughtering*
pea says: *----------------*
IOSYS says: *thinks of ham, bacon, sausage, roast pork, char siew, etc, etc*
pea says: *thinking of after life, waiting to slaughter you in the next life*

pea says: cool wey! post in on ur blog
pea says: hahahaahhahha
IOSYS says: lol
IOSYS says: why?
pea says: cos its just damn gila

I hate/love the rain. I like it when after a hot day, a drizzle cools down the stifling heat. I like listening to heavy rains when I'm all nice and warm in my house, when I'm on the verge of dozing off. But I don't like it when I have to go out in it.

It's been raining for two days. Heavy rains. Yesterday wasn't too bad. It didn't rain when I went out to lunch, nor when I left college. But when I woke up to the heavy pitter-patter of the rains this morning I almost gave up. I don't want to go to college! I thought to myself. The idea of squishing my way through rain puddles while holding my umbrella, with strong winds blowing, was unattractive at the least. After brushing my teeth, I started to put on my clothes...then took them off and put on my pajamas back. I went back to sleep under the warmth of my comforter.

Fortunately (or unfortunately), the rains stopped by 6.45am. So I dragged myself out of bed again and prepared for college. But of course it rained again when I was in college. Now as I write this it has stopped. Who's gonna bet me that it will rain again tonight?

"So who's going for the Corroboree?" asked Ms Yong. Silence. Then a few hands went up. "WHAT???? SO LITTLE????" she said with shock.

The SAM Corroboree is a prom night organized yearly by a prom committee. It takes place after the end of the SAM Finals in November. Corroboree is an Australian word (and I forgot the meaning of it). Like all classes, my class had the green forms to fill out with the names of the students who wanted to attend. Tickets are at RM100. Well, the sad thing was, no one put down their names for it. So our class didn't manage to even get a table. Some who wanted to go joined their friends in otehr classes, like Kah Ho (we can deduce that he joined his girlfriend) and some of the girls. Ms Yong was really shocked =P She told us that we must be the only class (!) which dont have a table for the prom night. Then she started pointing her finger at us. "Iskandar, you must go. Neal, Nicholas, go. Regina, Jia Yi, Yap Ning, go!" Well, despite her trying to force us, we didn't even sign up. So much for Ms Yong's plea.


A bloodied puppet, on a stool.

"What happened? She thought. The puppet was not merely a puppet, it was a representation of a person. She was determined to find out the murderer.

A sculpture of a human. But only the upper torso remained. The arms had also been broken off. Part of the head was gone. Another representation, the torture of the puppet's murderer.

"You must avenge me. You must." The puppet's murderer said defiantly. She hesitated. This was a murderer, after all. Should a murderer be avenged? She would avenge him. A murder was a murder.

She was in a garden. Searching for the murderer who had killed the sculpture. A man stood beside her. A companion in Her search. She touched the ground lightly. Trying to get an image of where the murderer might be. She knew that when She touched the things related to the murderer She could see the murderer's next step. Suddenly they were surrounded. They were from an organization. They were armed. Run! She shouted, and She and the man ran, escaping from the enemies' deadly fire.

They ran into another garden. She could feel it. The murderer would be coming. Soon. There would be another target. Who? She touched a dead leaf on the ground. An image of a man, the murderer, holding the corpse of his latest victim. She looked up. A beautiful Lady walked through the garden, melancholic. She approached the Lady. "You are the next victim."
"I know."
"Why don't you run?"
"I can't."

She came closer, and suddenly picked up the Lady. Wha- screamed the Lady, but She was already running. The enemies from the organization were here. They surrounded the garden. She ran, carrying the Lady, and crouched behind a pillar. The barrage of fire stopped. She took a deep breath, and ran again. The path She took led out into the open. She ran, praying that the bullets would not hit her. Suddenly a woman in a bulletproof vest came up, holding a gun. No! She thought, but She knew it was too late. She would die, the Lady would die. Then She...

Okay, that was a dream. I don't know how my brain put together such a plot. I was reminded of Ghost Whisperer and some action movies. Weird.

I've been feeling down and depressed the whole week... My emotions were on a rollercoaster. I'll be happy one minute, and then sad and moody the other minute. My thoughts keep swinging from one extreme to another. I need to learn to make up my mind, and to release myself from my wishful thinking. It leads nowhere and destroys my soul.

Today I was in a better mood. Until my mother called, that is. She called in the middle of my Economics class, and of course I couldn't answer. Then after class was over I saw "You have 3 missed calls" message on my hp. I panicked (obviously) and called back. The first thing she said was "Oi my friend told me her daughter got her trial results already. Where is YOURS???" Shit. I never told her my results, first of all because she always thinks that my results are bad (of course it's bad, but actually my results are average). Then I had to tell her my results. Sooner or later I had to anyway, so might as well get over it now.

My second shock came at around 3pm. I attended a briefing on "Under 18 students - how to apply for a visa to study in Aust". After going through a long list on how to apply for a visa (includes getting a health screening, getting and staying with a guardian, blah blah blah) came the shock... Only SOME Unis accept under 18 students. wth? So I cannot study in Aust?

Luckily today I had some entertainment plans to make up for my disappointment. I went with Alyssa/Su Yen and Sean to Pyramid. My first time seeing the brand new, upgraded with new wing Pyramid. Not much really, since most of it is under renovation for the new shops moving in soon. The shops in the new wing were upper-end shops, like Mark and Spencer. Since we arrived too late for the 4.20pm screening of 'I Pronounce You Chuck and Larry" we went to the arcade and played, then had dinner at Manhattan Fish Market. Then we went in to watch IPYCAL. I thought it wouldnt be nice, since some bad reviews came out about it. But it was hilarious. Totally omg-funny. Although some of the jokes are a bit too harsh...But good. And now I feel much better. Thanks, Su Yen and Sean.

Same old, same old. Nothing much to blog about. The only interesting thing happening was that I spend the whole of last week and this week exploring the food shops. So far, I've visited Coffee Cabana, Noodle Station, Lisa Spaghetti, and Tuna Twist. And today I went to Uncle Sing with Mandy, Ee Ann, Su Yen, Lye Wan and Shawn. New friends, new environment.

Hari Raya is coming up! Haha, a 4 day holiday for us students to celebrate. How nice! College is getting boring with all the past-year final exam papers. And the stress of calculating internal marks and praying that we'll do well enough to enter into our desired universities. I hope that when I do enter university I will still keep contact with my friends. This year has been one of the best in my life, with my newfound freedom and new friends and meetings with old friends. And entertainments.

Well, anyway...Selamat Hari Raya to all who celebrates it!

My trials results are 80% out. I think this time my grades did not slide backwards (yet). Makes me scared to think what will come out in the finals.

One month of revision. This is getting boring. Accounts is tedious due to its need for thinking skills and copious amounts of calculation. Economics is boring as tons of essays need to be written. English, mercifully, is not too stressful yet as the lecturer has gotten bored of marking our essays, hence she has not given us any work yet. Mathematics is not too bad, (as I said in my earlier post) I don't need 100% brain power for it. Specialist Maths... is just plain creepy/tiring/agonizing. We have tons of past-year final papers to do, and money to be forked out. The class thinks I'm a bottomless piggy bank, as I keep asking for more and more of their money for photostating. Also, I'm pretty tired of lugging boxes of photostats up 3-4 floors to my class, and then carrying around leftover papers which several morons will always forget to take. (it's heavy, dammit!)

Ok, post-trials and pre-finals stress aside, life is getting pretty boring. Wake up, go to college, go home, hop on to the internet, do my homework, sleep. Repeat countlessly every weekday. Automated bot? Perhaps. Even doing something else other than the above would be exciting enough. Maybe next Friday I should try watching Seeker: The Dark Is Rising. Shouldn't be too bad. (Steph, if you're reading this, and if you're free on Friday afternoon, sms me. Let's go out.)

Can someone recommend me something to do? Besides studying. Maybe a nice, interesting MMORPG, or a really good book. Invitations to do something?

Bang: a cant term. Widely used in group E4, SAM, Taylor's University College. Means to insult or to be insulted.

- Regina's Definition Dictionary

Yes, I got 'banged' today. It's all my fault, really. Mr Munin had told us to bring our common test papers to check our marks. I just plain forgot. Just like the other 80% of the class. So Mr M went around asking the students why they didn't bring. And in typical Mr M fashion he banged them. After that he showed us our total internal assessment marks. He gave a lot of comments, ranging from our poor performance to an analysis of our marks. He peppered his lecture with more shots at several students. When he came to me he said "Regina, what do you think about your class?"

Me: Dunnolah. I dont think. (This response was designed to evade the question, as well as lighten the mood)

Mr M: So you don't think? Tell me, when do you actually think?

Me: I'd have to think to answer that question, right?

Mr M: Yeah. So you dont think during the exams? *sarcastic*

Me: (smiling) Yup! I dont think during the exam. I just do it.

Mr M: What...

Shawn: Aiyoh, like that she must be very smart-lah!

Me: (thinks)*If I was that smart I would've gotten an A for trials*

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