I won't abandon my friends for Kris Allen.

If my friends and I were going to that Kris Allen autograph session, I wouldn't be here now. Typing. Updating my blog. Ho-hum. I'd be on my way. I'd be on that train.

But I''m not going. I'm not. So not. Not at all. Not going.

Know why? Because my mom doesn't allow me to ride the commuter (ok lah, panggil train lg senang) at night with my friends. She says that it is too dangerous and it is true. It's dangerous. That autograph session starts at 6pm. Obviously I'll be back late.

Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want. I don't care. For sure, I cried and cried when she said No. But whatever. Laugh lah, laugh lah. I don't care.

So I entered the contests and whatnot but I didn't win a thing. I'm bad at slogans.

So then there was a twist. My junior by one year asked me if I was going to the showcase. I said no. Then she asked me if I was going to the autograph session. I said no because I can't ride the train at night. And she was like, come with me lah. My mom is a huge fan of Kris Allen. She can drive you there with us. I was like, WHATTTTT?!! Omg yes yes I'll contact you if I can go. I have to ask my mom.

Then I walked home with my friends. As I walked home, I thought about her offer and I decided on one thing: I'm not gonna go to the autograph session. It wouldn't be fair that only I get to go while my friends and I worked for the passes together.

If my friends don't go, can't go, then I'm not going. I'm not gonna go alone and abandon my friends who helped me. That would make me a qualified a-hole. Yes.

So that's why I'm at home. I freaking jealous of everyone who's going. Yeah but I'll stay cool. I'm fine. I'm fine. Jason Castro is coming to Malaysia. Let it not be at night, please.

Kris Allen live in Malaysia passes.

Is anyone willing to sell me a couple? Oh at least one will do.

Pleaseeeee. I am so friggin' desperate now. Please please please.

Do post a comment or contact me if you are willing to sell it to me. If you have one lah.

It's so difficult to win lah.

Status Pemohon

So that is it. I didn't get it.

. . .

Haha, don't ask me if I'm ok. I am as jolly as usual. Haha.

You know what I did when I found out that I didn't make the cut? I laughed. Oh yes, I laughed. Not that nervous kinda laugh or 'uh-oh' kind of laugh. It was laugh laugh. That usual laugh of mine. Does that mean I'm happy or does that mean I'm sad? Haha. My mind is screwed or something. It couldn't decide on the right emotion and response. Hahaha.

So . . . should I be happy or upset now? Haha. Seriously, I don't know what to think.

I'm a bit upset because I disappointed my parents. Um, they wanted me to go to boarding school/MRSM when I was in form 1. I did not get any offer but their friends were so eager to help me out. But I insisted on wanting to go to a normal school. You know, non-boarding school. Haha. I told them I wanted to experience both worlds. Since that was what I really wanted, they made me promise that I would study hard and get a good result during my PMR and get into a boarding school.

I did get 8As. Straight As. So one half of the promise is fulfilled. The other half of the promise - get into a boarding school - I unfortunately will not be able to fulfill. It breaks my heart that I can't fulfill that promise of mine. Oh darn.

I don't think my parents are upset, though because um maybe not getting into a boarding school is what is best for me because they prayed that God will give me what ever that is best for my future. Haha. Seriously, they're not upset at all - or at least as far as I know.

Hahahahahahaha and my friends are so cute and evilllll. They were happy when they found out that I didn't make it into MRSM. Lol. THIS MEANS THAT YOU PEOPLE HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME SING EVERY SINGLE DAY AT SCHOOL LAH DUDE. Hahahaha. I guess you guys are happy because you get to sing and dance with me, right? Bahahahahahaha perasan tak sudah. Lol. Oh dan korang takut korang rindu bekal aku kan? Dan gambar2 mengarut yang aku ambik dan bahasa-bahasa pelik aku dan semangat PJK aku kan? Di samping itu, korang juga takut korang rindu obsession aku dengan David Archuleta & Justin Bieber dan sneeze aku yang pelik tu kan? LOL LOL LOL KALAU DAH MULA PERASAN TU RASA MACAM TAK BOLEH NAK BERHENTI.

JK.

So now should I buat rayuan or not? Hahaha banyak masalah betul.

By ze way, I happy. I'm fine and mighty. I'll miss Esya, though :(

Ok, I think I should go and do my homework now because since I shall be schooling there till maybe form 5, I have to finish my notes and exercises and whatnot. Babai, aliens. Peace out.

(Oh my God, I just said peace out. Hahahahahaha.)

Oh, I still haven't decided yet: Am I happy or am I upset?

Many people have been asking me whether I'm nervous or not waiting for the MRSM intake result which will be announced on the first of Feb - um, less than half an hour from now.

Honestly, I'm not a tad bit nervous.

Tell me, what is there to be nervous about? If I get it, I get it. If I don't, then I don't. It all depends on God.

I have faith in him. I believe that whatever happened/happens/will happen, comes with a reason. I just hope I get what ever is best for me.

I'm cool. I'm calm.

Some thing(s).

My school's road run was held yesterday. There' s not much to talk about but I have some things to say. Some things that got me thinking. Some things that moved my heart and pissed me off.

Some thing #1

This is the first time the first formers will actually have to run. You know, primary schools do hold road runs but they just run around the neighborhood. Never around several sections.

I was searching for Darren when I happened to run into a group of first formers who were busily looking at the bulletin board. Curiosity came over me and I joined the crowd to find out what they were looking at. It turned out that they were studying the road run map that was tacked neatly on the bulletin board.

"Weh, kena lalu jalan besar lah!," said one girl. Her friends started chippering. And just that one sentence made me smile. It reminded me of how much I've grown. It reminded me of the time my friends and I were their age. Back when we were as wide-eyed and excited as they were when they found out they had to lalu the jalan besar.

Time goes by fast. One second you just entered secondary school, the next second you already are in your second last year in secondary school. I shall take note to cherish every school-year second. Every bad and good one.

Some thing #2

My sister who is in form 1 fell during the road run. Not in the middle of the road run but when it just started. I'm sure you know how everybody runs when the road run just started and starts walking due to exhaustion after just a couple of hundred meters. So this is what happened.

As everyone was rushing, someone pushed my sister. Someone among the first and second form girls pushed her and she fell right in the middle of the crowd of people. As usual, when somebody falls down in the middle of a rushing and enthusiastic crowd, it is almost impossible to get up. This is due to the fact that nobody realizes that somebody fell and that person will usually be trampled by dozens of people. To them, the person is the ground. You can just step on 'it'.

I can assure you, it hurts. Some people even died because they were trampled by lots of people. It's not that I am blaming anybody for not being able to control their feet. I think even I would've trampled on an innocent human if he/she fell in front of me and I'm running like there's no tomorrow. There.

So back to my story. She fell and hit the rocky ground. Obviously, people just ran over her but not too many, though. Then her friend did something. The friend shielded my sister using her own body and so that was the end of the trampling my sister had to endure. The friend got hit and bumped into by so many people.

You see my point here?

Instead of my sister having to suffer from the pain of falling, the pain of not being able to compete in the road run and the pain of being trampled all by herself, her friend stood in the way to share the pain. To help reduce the pain. The help reduce the agony. You get what I mean?

It is not easy to find a friend that is willing to experience the pain that you have to go through. A friend who is willing to stand by your side when you need his/her help. A friend who you can count on. It is not easy.

That one thoughtful act was filled with sincerity, kindness, and compassion. And the friend did it without having to think twice. This is the kind of friend I want. This is the kind of friend I know you want. This is the kind of friend everyone wants.

Some thing #3

Maryam and I were walking towards the school with our cameras in our hands. Two girls were walking a few meters ahead of us. If I'm not mistaken, both of them had their numbers pinned to their t-shirt. You know, that number that people have to wear on the front and on the back of their tees when they go for a cross-country, or a road run, or a marathon, or a sprint or whatever. Lets just assume that you know what I'm talking about.

So one of the girls, unpinned her number and crumpled it and threw it on the ground like it did not matter a bit. Maryam and I were shocked. That thing was pinned to her t-shirt and she simply unpinned it and threw it onto the ground. Her friend told her to pick it up and she didn't want to. Maryam and I told her to pick it up and she said, "Alah mentang-mentang kau ada camera kau ingat kau kaya sangat."

Cue the curse.

Point number one: What does littering have to do with owning a camera? I honestly think that that remark was a desperate action to secure her insecure self. Hm, what am I saying? What message I'm trying to convey here, I don't know.

I'm not gonna lose my temper this time. I am serious. I just think that she shouldn't have unpinned the number if she did not want to hold the number and had to throw it on the ground and then make a stupid remark to her seniors. That is all.

The message here is: Do not litter! Throw it in the bin, not the ground.


Haha I'm starting to lose my concentration now. So, um, goodbye! Thanks for reading :D