Total Randomness

Ahah, I'm bored.


The last time I was really tickled was when I came back from the holidays and found a fly stuck to my KH project. The silly thing got it's feet in the wet paint and died there. Imagine my surprise.


The White Stripes video for Blue Orchid is funny. I have no idea. But the guy just cracks me up.


Watching my cousin scarfing down seemingly endless amounts of food was funny. I arrived for dinner at my aunt's house at 9 just in time to hear my aunt reprimanding my cousin for eating so much. Cake, noodles, chicken, you name it. My mom got this huge cake made of white and dark chocolate, he just....inhaled the cake. By 11, he was still eating. 0_o My cousin, all of 6 years old.


In school, during the concert, this girl was singing that song, 'Top of The World', well, I think that's it's name. It reminded when my sister singing that for standard 4 or 5. Well, anyway, as the poor kid was singing the song, (awfully, in my opinion, I'm sorry) a little butterfly started flying around the hall. Almost everyone (well, a lot of people) were following the movements of the butterfly. Suddenly, the butterfly took a nose dive down. Try to guess what happened. The few girls there started screaming and yelling and the crowd parted to avoid the poor butterfly. Lots of people were staring at them while I was secretly laughing. What could you expect from a school that evacuates the whole canteen at the sight of one monkey?


Seriously, a monkey scrambles down from a pillar and steals a roti canai and everyone screams bloody murder.


That reminds of one of my experiences in Form 1. There were a series of strange events that led to the belief that there was a ghost haunting our school. (Maybe there is, but there's no proof) Anyway, everyone was still nervous and jumpy after all that happened, and easily shocked. How easy it was, I didn't expect.


See, four classes were together in the Form 4 block, having evacuated from the Pink Dorm after some very strange events. There was no teacher in class then. Suddenly a girl from next door screamed. Then THAT whole class started screaming. Then my classmates froze for one second and then OUR whole class started screaming as well. (I wasn't screaming, I was frozen in shock) Then everyone evacuated the builiding simultaneously.


Imagine about 70 12 and 13 year olds rushing out of the same building screaming the hell out of their lungs, for no apparent reason. Ok, so maybe you had to be there to find it funny, but it cracked me up. Oh, and the reason was a girl stuck her hand in her drawer and touched something warm and furry. The poor bat must have gotten the shock of its life. One bat, wreaking havoc upon the school. xD Even the teachers in the bilik guru came out to see what was happening.


Recently, our school held the closing ceremony for the budi bahasa campaign. A teacher had to read the utusan from somebody-or-other. Some of the teachers fell asleep. I saw one chinese teacher nod gently then snapped awake and started glancing around to see if anyone saw that. You could tell that the headmistress and the teacher in charge of Ko-ko were either extremely bored out of their skins or trying desperately to keep awake. Good one, teachers, good example for your precious students.


Ahah, my friend Megan just told me to go listen to a song. 'You are Holy'.


But hell, I keep hearing 'You are holey' instead. you are hoooolleeeey. Sorry Meg.


Sheesh, I must really be bored.

An entry from the 'useless, rude and disobedient daughter'

You never listen. Never did. Some kind of dad you are.

I studied my ass off for exams so that for once you would stop complaining. In fact, I studied so hard I fell sick. And all for what? For you to tell me 'it's not good enough'? and 'It's all your fault, you didn't study'? So what if I failed Sejarah? You always said that if I'd done my best, it was good enough. Sure, it's good enough for ME. But oh NO, you always have to make me feel so completely horrible and blame me for slacking. What's the point anymore? That's it. that's the last I ever put in any effort for my exams.

Exams are completely irrelevant. I want to do what I love, not study bullshit like who conquered Malaysia or learn Indices and Algebra. When the hell are we going to put these information to use anyway? There is absolutely NO way exams can measure intelligence. Sure, you think who scored the highest in Science or Sejarah is totally smart. Guess what? It's not. What you memorise from text books does not make you smart. What is the point in memorising, let's say, the formula for work, if you don't understand why it is so? If I asked you how to create a blue flame, sure, you would tell me to close the air-hole on the Bunsen Burner. But why? Why does it happen? You don't know.

Anyway, when I fell sick. Guess what dad told me? "It's all your fault. You don't sleep enough. Serves you right for not listening to me." Why wasn't I sleeping? I had work. If I don't do it, I'm considered a slacker. If I do it, I'm considered a useless daughter who likes to disobey my parents and not go to sleep on time. I suffered for a week of a big headache because of the intense heat and you never knew. Why? Because I knew that if I told you that, you'd tell me what you tell me all the time. "It's your fault. You never listen to me." Well guess what? It's not my fault I can't stand the heat. You never listen to me either when I try to explain. I tell you that, and you tell me I'm rude. I try to make my point, you tell me I do that just for the sake of arguing. So what, I'm supposed to take all the shit from you, when you don't understand the situation? Hell no I'm not. So you can scream all you want at me, I'm not just going to sit down and do what you want. I'm my own person. You just don't get that.

Even if I perform better than other people my age, or rather, a year older, my performance is still not up to standard. I tell you that it's considered good, and guess what? "You don't go and compare yourself to all those bad people!" What the hell, I'm not my freakin' sister if you must know. I don't shut myself in my room 8 hours a day and glue myself to reference books. So just shut up and stop comparing me with her. One day, I'm just going to kill myself and let you see what all that education was worth. Nothing. We're all going to die anyway. 

Stephanie's series of unfortunate events.

My hair looks weird. No, I mean weirder than it normally is. Why? Because: 1. I just let my mom get carried away with the scissors, and 2. I just took a bath.


The end result? I'm an effing David Desrosiers clone. Shit. Only he looks much, much better in the 'I just escaped the tsunami' hairstyle.


Anyway, this even kicked a series of aftershocks. (Just like the tsunami).


First of all, I was already in a bad mood, having my friend get all pissed at me for hanging up on him. (Accident, I swear.) And what with that day being the last day of the holidays...sigh, and the dreaded photography session that very week, I was already in a bad mood.


Then my dearest mommy cut a whole 2 inches off my already short hair. And if you know me or my hair well enough, you could probably imagine what I look like now. A mushroom. Seriously, it's like Hiroshima just went Ka-boom on my head.


And it also happened that Sunday was an extremely hot day. So I got a headache. Nice. I got into a very, very bad mood. For the first time in years I threw a hissy tantrum.


I decided to seek out my first victim. I decided on my big red fluffy chair. I let my anger out and gave the poor chair a hefty kick. And I missed. I couldn't believe it. That's what happens when you stop playing sports. So I hit the rollers it was on instead. Rollers that were made of solid metal. Damn.


So in addition to a very foul mood, now I had a beauty of a bruise on my right foot. I rolled around in agony for a couple of minutes while admiring my newly acquired injury. Then I decided to cool off with a cold shower. Then my hair went poof on me again. Worst of all, the water made my bruise throb non-stop. Grrr.


Then, like the idiot I was, I decided to take revenge against my offensive chair. I jumped off my bed and launched another kick at it. This time, I put all my weight on my left foot. Which happened to be on my nice furry carpet, which was also known for being a tad slippery.

So this is what happened in all of 2 seconds. I kicked my chair. The carpet spun me at a weird angle and I jarred my leg from my ankle to my knee. Then I slipped on the carpet an gave my ass a huge bruise. Of course, reflex made me grab something before I fell. The nearest thing was my bed, but thanks to my oh-so-evil luck, I missed for the second time that day. I skinned my right arm from my wrist 3 inches down. Beautiful. Now, all this because of a bad haircut. Sigh. I need anger management therapy.

So there you go, my terribly written account of my accident.


Oh yeah, I could hardly walk the next day in school, thanks to my one-sided injuries. And having my friends laugh my haircut was no picnic either.


To top it all off, I received my results for Maths and Science on Monday. 77 for Science and *sob* 75 for Math. My first B for math. Ever. And it looks like my first real effore at studying for Science not only didn't pay off, it also made me drop from an A to a stupid B.

That's what you get for being hardworking.

The world SO hates me.

......and my haircut.

So quiet...so quiet......

All alone in the house, excluding the sleeping maid, at midnight. Scared? No. Lonely? No. Bored? Yup, you got it.

What am I supposed to do? My parents are away, my friends are asleep (not that I'd ever call them without reason anyway) and there's only so much graphic designing and programming that you can do before feeling like throwing your keyboard at the screen.

Suddenly, Stephanie's genius mind popped up with a brilliant idea! Go blogging! Yay! Not that anyone would enjoy reading it anyway. Anyway, as my public diary/journal, I'm gonna list down what I did today. I don't care whether I bore you out of your skin or not.

1. Woke up at noon.
2. Glued myself to the comp.
3. Started designing another userlookup.
4. Decided to have lunch at the computer.
5. Smack wrist on fork
6. Got chicken and leek on the keyboard
7. Got oil on the mouse
8. Attempt to wipe it off but only succeeds to worsen the smear (oh well)
9. Finished my userlookup
10. Made fun of an another poser ('oh look! I'm liek SOOO ttly punk, I wear black and listen to Simple Plan and Avril!!! I hate Hilary too!!shift!one!! Isn't she such a poser??!!?!?? Lyk ONG!!!shift! one')
11. Chatted to other people who recommended the following bands.
12. Determined that I'm going to download music by Darkthrone, Less Than Jake, Flogging Molly, Reel Big Fish, Alice in Chains, Kill Hannah and Dead Kennedys.
13. Downloaded Darkthrone, LTJ, Flogging Molly and Alice in Chains.
14. Deleted Darkthrone from playlist. (Another SOAD clone, or is it the other way round? Anyway, I felt like destroying the speakers after I was done with 'Lifeless')
15. Fought to keep down stomach acid after listening to Less Than Jake.
16. Almost laughed my ass off at Alice in Chains. (Not that their bad or anything, but they remind me of weird Irish folk music, without the bagpipes^^)
17. Decided to stick to AFI and Manson.
18. Found a plate full of ants on sister's table. (Leftover lunch)
19. Sent parents off.
20. Reglued myself to comp.
21. Went down for dinner (served at 8) at 10:30 pm. (After 9 and a half hours straight on the comp)
22. Watched Neneh Cherry belt out 'Buffalo Stance' on Channel [V].
23.Halfway through my two and a half hour old omelette, I discovered the onions were green.
24. Gagged.
25. Listened to rumbling tummy.
26. Continued eating the mouldy omelette and channel surfed.
27. Came back up and took a bath. (What was up with my hair? Stuck together. Before I wet it.)
28. Attached myself to computer again.
29. Showed off my new lookup to other Neopet users. (I won an award. Yay!)

30. Type this.

And so, another boring day in the life of teenage brat Stephanie. All of 30 sentences.