Hell knows, heaven suspects. By Mr Bent in Making Money

For some reason the form 5 LIDRA members have to pay for their own retirement party.

And the fact that we use the word 'retire' cracks me up. I had a vivid vision about us all, in our twenties, sitting in rocking chair listening to the sounds of nature, and then.

retired-LIDRA member 1: You remember the good old days where we used to play alibi?

retired_LIDRA member 2: yup, you remember that the player never wins.

My friends say that I am ridiculous. I am also ridiculous because the SPM craze have not hit me yet. So whenever someone goes:

Dude, SPM is 3 months away.

I will go,

Dude, in 3 months time, I don't have to look at BATA shoes ever again.

For some reason they are not amused. I wonder why.

I bought a new book.

So, its call Going Postal, set in Terry Pratchett's Discworld. I already have Making Money, and since the antagonist is still Moist von Lipwig I wanted to read it. He does have a rather cool wordplay going on.

So, people read.

and today, a weird thing happened to me. So, I went off to Times at Pavi after my parents and brother decided to go to Stadium and Adidas.

And when I met them they were beaming and said that since each of them bought a new article of clothing, I get a new one too!

me : huh?

So, I dragged them all over finding the perfect pair of shorts.

And I found it on a Sale rack in Esprit.

it had funky beading.

What I really want is the flare-out shorts in Gap. Providing that the price mysteriously drop so low that the ground can't even go there.

But there shall be a way.

Oh, yes, and SPM is a pain.

The prospect of ending school.

While many of the students are awaiting the prospect of never coming to school and wearing those white BATA shoes (black for prefects and librarians) ever again, none of us account for the journey to the end.

Actually the end is the SPM examinations. What we didn't expect is the tonne of homework we are getting shoved down our throats everyday now.

So, after school, I am stuck inside doing tedious accounting and drawing graphs while my brother enjoys the sunshine.

And I want to watch Alice in Wonderland, the one coming out next year.

Puteri Gunung Ledang finally over.

That whole month singing and nearly loosing my voice.

That whole month gleefully putting on a regretful class when we are pulled out of class for extra rehearsals and extra breaks.

That whole month laughing as I watch my friends put on the play and not being able to take them seriously when they act sad..

All gone, my last year and final concert. But I walked away with a marroon kebaya. (ps. Alya, if you want to see me in it ask me to some random dinner or something which requires traditional formal outfits)

And as last year, I realise that I am missing the gene which enables me to put on make up. Hence, I just stood there looking lost while more experienced and talented gurus surveyed my face and put stuff on it. The eye curler mechaniscm scared me. That thing is a creation of evil.

And on Friday night, I discovered why I am incapable of putting on make up.

Rowena : Make up is like art, you just have to blend the colours until it comes out right.

Me : That explains a lot, I always nearly fail my art.

Yup, so that is that.

And I am watching Harry Potter tonight. YAY. Sorry Becks.

Puteri Gunung Ledang

For some reason, there are more dances and songs than there are acting.

The Sultan does a pretty good job though. But I understand why the Princess didn't want to marry him. His laugh was creepy.

And everybody's favourite role/actress:

NENEK KEBAYAN.

Pez does it in such a way that is interesting and :

a) funny to the people who know her
b) scare the crap out of the lower-secondary.

And she has to do this funky evil laugh at the end. And for some reason all the boys in the choir were imitating it.

And my choir instructor, fed up with the lack of songs, mixed up all the song and created a remixed like version of everything for the finale.

Should be fun.

And my kebaya/costume is maroon .

Piano examinations.

I am going for the grade 8 practical examinations in a couple of weeks. And crap... my pieces are not ready.

And I dislike the scales alot.

And I have just watched five episodes of friends in a row.

A no for me too.

Nope, nada, zilch.

Not going to NS either. And I was actually preparing myself against the shock of actually going. But a lot of my NS-fied friends say it isn't so bad, after you get over the four-layers of clothes thing. And the marching for hours under the sun.

So it's of to MCKL for me with

......

*drumroll*

REBECCA CHAN SEE CHING.


We are going to have so much fun.