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Saturday, 11 June 2005
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Imagine, that you're setting foot into a hall. It's the BIG day, and it's finally here. The following one and a half hours is what you have strived so hard for so long. You've endured thick stacks of boring old books n notes, forcefully loading GIGABYTES of information into a tiny brain barely the size of two fists, tormenting your own eyeballs to the extent of having HORRID bloodshots, and UGLY eyebags. Worse comes to worst, you're feeling dead NERVOUS just stepping into a vast CHILLY hall, which is slowly being filled with equally tensed up and stressed out candidates, here to face the ULTIMATE challenge >>> the EXAMINATION. You raise your head. What comes to sight are rows n rows tables, each with a candidate number printed on a small white piece of paper, stuck on the top right hand corner. Deep inside, you know that one of these is where you'll be seated at while you wrestle with those intimidating looking questions for your own sake. The lump in your throat is gradually enlarging, besides the fast multiplying of butterflies fluttering inside your stomach, the need to calm your nerves is more urgent than ever. 'Take a deep breath" is what you recall from your parents advice. Very slowly, your nerves are losing its tensile force. Then, to your despair, an irritated sounding voice boomed in the hall, snapping everyone out of their thoughts.
"You behave like you've never sat for any examinations before!"
"If you're not going to stop talking, you'll be staying here for another hour!"
"Don't you understand English?!"
Sounds familiar? Yes, these phrases belong to no other than the INVIGILATORS!
It totally gets on my nerves everytime they do that. They probably don't realise how immensely irritating they are. That snobbish tone of their voice is just unbearable. Oh yeah, they think they know everything just because they're the ones who have created those test papers that drive countless students crazy and helpless at the same time. The thought of them being in charged of the hall is getting to them. Showing off their horrible vocals and the worst of their personality, making us feel small, threatening us with our fears , releasing their anger on us, ruining our moods......etc. , is similarly equivalent to adding gasoline to my already fuming temper, which i'm notoriously well known for.
What the hell do they think they're doing? In case they haven't noticed, us candidates are desperately trying hard to soothe our nerves, to calm down while attempting to recall our latest inputs. And there they were, standing right in front of the hall, with that snobbish look on their fat face, bossing everyone around. HELLO~ we're not your SLAVES, my 'dearest' invigilators! The right to snarrl and order us around is not with you. WE are adults. WE can think for ourselves. WE want to get the examinations over with as soon as possible. And last but not least, WE feel terrible enough without you invigilators tormenting us further with your critics and sarcasm. So leave us alone to our papers will you?
You know, sometimes, I think it's tradition for invigilators to be hard on us, to be mean to us. So far, I've never came across a polite, let alone sweet invigilator before. Seems to me, that other than making sure the exam starts on time and that all of us are in order, intimidating and irritating us are part of their job. Even Ms.Rathi, a teacher which I regard as student friendly , and especially amiable for a lecturer, turned mean on the spot in the hall. Did it ever occur to anyone that, this could be a mask that is compulsory for any invigilator to put on? Or is it a requirement, that one just have to follow in the name of tradition? Ahah! Food for thought there.
I bet some of you out there could be wondering if I've developed a soft spot for the ones that I've criticised so mercilessly just a paragraph before? Probably. Come to think of it, I really appreciate them, rushing from end-to-end just so that we can get the extra papers, and escorting us one by one to the loo. Aww... they didn't have to. But then again, they could be doing all these for the sake of securing their job! There's a reason why they're being paid so much on their payroll right? It compulsory for them to do these petty stuff. And may I add, that they hate doing all these unavoidable errants so much, that they have a deep desire down under to get back at us for complicating their job. Taa-daa!!! Now we all know why they're so mean to us! Mystery solved. For those who actually fell for the " I've-gone-soft-for-the invigilators" trick, gotcha! Bwahahahahaha~
Wednesday, 11 May 2005
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First and foremost... *drumroll please*... THANK YOU y'all for your support. (ceh...sound like a newly elected president
) Seriously, I had no idea I had so much readers. Well not alot as in ALOT, just alot as in more than I expected. Getting confused? Me too. I don't even know what I'm talking bout anymore these days... nor can I believe everything that has happened in the past few weeks. Anyway, you can start congratulating yourself for encouraging me to blog again
.SuTing and Chok Yew has left TAYLORS !!!
Yeah... that's how I looked when Chok Yew had first dropped this massive, nuclear bomb on me. I was like, WHAT THE ---- ???!!! I was in dire need to calm myself, and so I thought SuTing could help by sharing this news with her. And then, as unpredictable as it was, WHAM!!! Another bomb, a much more explosive one flying straight at me. ME =
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... All this time, I've almost devoted my life trying not to embarass myself. At that moment, I couldn't give a damn about it anymore. A whirlpool of emotions were beginning to accumulate in my heart. The follow up was the swelling of my eye bags, filled with H2O... And before you let you imagination run wild, NO I did not CRY!!! The holding-back-your-tears technique is one that has taken me years to perfect. Uh-huh, I didn't... But for a moment there, I though I was gonna break down right in front of the class. A lot of willpower there, mind you. I don't even know what to say. There I was, with my jaw hanging down, speechless. A little while later, I've manage to swallow half of the lump down my throat. Coincidently, our LAN lecturer was absent, so we get two whole hours to ourselves for some last minute catching up.SuTing had her last day on Tuesday and ChokYew on Friday. In honour of two of the most respectable figures in PM2 (at least, that's what I think...), we arranged for a sing-off at REDBOX, SUNWAY PYRAMID. Most of our classmates did turn up, but the surprise 'turn up-er' was none other than... *drumroll again please...lolz* MISTER ADRIAN LIM!!! I never figured he'd be up for kareoke, this is just a really pleasant surprise indeed
What happens there is pretty much predictable, we sang our hearts out for the 2 celebrated 'celebrities' of PM2, and took a whole lot of pictures too. LOLz... get ready for new photos on my Friendster profile people !!!
Some of you out there have been screaming at me to upload some new pictures, and to get rid of the old ones there. My opinion? HEY! whose photo is it that you're calling OLD??? They NOT OLD!.......lolz....just kidding
I'm trying my best now to get them (it wasn't my camera
) better keep your fingers crossed that those photos turned out good, or else, I'm not gonna put them up after all!!! Mwahahahahaha~~~~
' evil grin'....
Wednesday, 20 April 2005
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Oh no... the holidays are coming to an end. Tsk tsk... I have to start regulating my biological clock now if I want to wake up in time for class on Monday. My sleeping and eating hours are all topsy turvy. Sleeping during the humid daytime and staying awake at night, is more amusing than I thought! Lolz, no wonder Chap does it so often! Whoops, almost forgot that Chap is a bat, and I'm not, too bad...
It's pretty fun having your holidays when everyone else is busy completing their homework or assignments for school or work. I just love tempting my siblings to stay up late, or watch tv when she's doing homework. I never realised how fun being plain annoying is...
Lucky for me, my kickboxing class was cancelled! Hurray! And how did i spend that one and a half hour you ask? I slept through it of course! You see, I had this dream that i was DRIVING! On the highway at 150 kilometres an hour in a convertible! Gee, I didn't notice that I was THAT desperate to drive. It felt as if I was in heaven... the feel of the stering wheel on my hands and my body in the drivers seat, wow, everything just felt so right. The wind lifting my hair, brushing past my skin, and the scenery fading behind, what a ride! (imaginary ride...) oh, and I forgot to mention racing with delicious looking hunks in handsome sportcars too! A perfect sweet dream ain't it?
Just wait till I get my hungry hands on my drivers licence... Watch out road users...!!! Vroooooommm..........
Friday, 18 March 2005
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Hohoho~ Introducing, for the time ever, I'm submitting an outdated entry! Yay? Lolz, yeah, this is basically what happened yesterday when I was too tired to make an entry. And with my (slightly) nosy parents around, I couldn't possibly afford to let them find out right?
It was almost the end of the in the Chemistry lab. The fact that Ms Rathi didn't gave us any lab work to do wasn't really good news. To some extent, I ENJOYED lab periods! Well, for Chemistry anyway. Physic lab period are boorriinng. Ah~ let's not get carried away, I'm sure you understand how forgetful I can be at times *shrugs* As I was saying, Ms.Rathi decided to discuss question from our tutorial. The exact tutorial that I have done, say, a fortnight ago? It was the exact tutorial that I have just removed from my folder, thinking that we would not be needing it anymore. Heck, it was the exact tutorial that I needed to survive 2 WHOLE hours in the lab. *sigh* Why does it always have to be like this? Usually, my classmates would be called out to solve the questions one by one on the board, while the teacher looks on, and the rest of the class minding their own business. I was abit reluctant when a classmate who teases me alot called me over to their table with the 'excuse' : I want to show you something. Okay. I was like' OMG, which prank are you gonna pull on me this time' Thankfully, it was a very lame magic trick. Even a blur little girl like me (okay, maybe I'm not that little ) can see behind the trick in almost an instant! They then decided to pull that prank on Ms. Rathi. Now, this is when the fun starts. I don't know what is wrong with her. For heavens sake, she's a well educated lecturer! And she still couldn't figure out the trick after like what, 3 demonstrations? Really, the whole class was laughing like nobody's business. I got a stomach ache just looking at teachers bewildered expression! You can't imagine how hilarious that scene was. Only if you all were there, you'd practically laugh till you gasp for air ! No exagerations here, honest! And then came the creepy part. The guys were playing truth or dare (not an excellent choice of entertainment in my opinion). I was clueless about what they were playing then. Out of the blue, JL walked over, and said : this is just a game, they dared me and yada yada yada... It seems that chickens will be responsible for bottles of kampai and vodka, as well as revealing a naked ass in front of Ms.Rathi, scrathing it at the same time. Huh, Ms.Rathi would surely shriek out loud at this sight! Oh~ so i gave the signal that I've given up. He held my shoulders and said 'wo ai ni'. That was all? Yeah! Really, it wasn't such a big deal to me. However, the way the rest of the class took in that scene is the BIG, GIGANTIC deal to me. @#$%^&*....
At the end of the class, I left the college straight away. For the sake of RM90.00 (That's equavalent to a pair of new jeans!), and cover girl opputunity, I rushed from Subang Jaya, Selangor to Kota Raya, Kuala Lumpur. I walked kilometres unshielded from the scorching sun, sweating litres of toxins, while my hands lifting tons of books, and my legs climbed floors and floors of staircases, fought through numerous obstacles and finally they said: Please go back and wait for our second letter....-_-!! Okay, so does this mean that I have to go back there again after receiving a second letter from them, and repeating the entire all-too-exhuasting routine? The huge patch of blue-black on my waist says: NO WAY! For the mean time, I'll let the two sides of me battle it out, as the prize is really quite tempting.
chleo
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- Name: Chleo
- Country: Malaysia
- Metro: Kuala Lumpur
- Birthday: 12/4/1988
- Gender: Female
- Member Since: 2/8/2005

