I’ve just came to a point in life where I acknowledge a rather queer thing about myself. Yes, I just realised it today. In class. In Mr. SooHoo’s class to be exact.

We were given a debatable topic on whether or not judges do make law. (Stop it you people who are putting their noses smug in the air claiming that they, in fact, don’t. Like I said, it is A DEBATABLE TOPIC by many scholars) Well as you can already guess by now, I belong to the proposing team. Haha.

I was brimming with ideas, rebutles in mind and how I was to deliver it. I was mentally prepared and all geared up to prove my point of view. Like any debater would, they had a full mind of confidence and an arsenal of defense in their voicebox. Yes, I felt exactly like this entire paragraph.

Only to realise that I didn’t do as well as I thought I would. But why?? All these are just my classmates for chrissake – not carnivorous freaks of nature bearing ther mandibles at me! It’s just so strange as to why I froze up. I believed I could have done it aggressively with more conviction. But why wasn’t I as verbal as my usual self nor pugnaciously driven as I can be? It was a dissapointment. I just knew I could have done better! Oh well, maybe today just wasn’t my day; being under the weather for two days now. But that’s still not an excuse. *hangs head in abasement*

Pretend you didn’t read all that as per above. I’d deem it too insignificant to bother.
On a happier note, Dubby dropped by today to take care of me. In addition to giving me some affection during my break time. Yeah, I was still ill but so much better now- taken my meds too. And yes, Hunn, I’m fully aware that you skipped training just to be with me when I’m unwell. ♥ ♥ Love ya boo.

And to my other friends who said that I looked like I was half dead, YOU NOTICED! =p My best friends for showing me concern, mom who flared up when I didn’t eat my tablet (Yes mom, I know you care). I am blessed to have all of you.

much love ♥

in Mass Media Law class now…. judicial precedent. Hmm.. it seems that Ken is guilty for wearing a headgear; which makes Ivan guilty as well. Case laws..
This is how the judge looks like:

wooo hooo… can’t wait to  to work out later. Oh and speaking of which, Dubby is joining my gym! Uhmm.. after like, months and months of persuading him. =) Pali too!

more gym kaki. *ahemm*
my dear Joycie… u quit I feed you with high fructose corn syrup!!!!

Orientation for the new January o8 intake was heaps of fun, not to forget the jokes cracked-up as well. Uhhm.. Kancil? Nice going Kumar

Two seniors from each intake had to participate as well. Nads called me up when my mouth was full of Sushi the night before. Hehe. No probs gurl. So yeah, we joined em. The juniors were pretty… say.. unmass-commish? Well, except one. Oh but then again it’s just the first week! We probably have not seen their fun-loving side yet. All I can say to the new batch is, we won’t bite! So let loose! Be as expressive as you want, cos’ that’s when all the creative juices will flow

Games were fun no doubt and it was sensational to hear the dirty lil secrets of anyone who took lots of toilet paper from the toilet roll. The more toilet paper you happen to pull out of the toilet roll, the more personal stuff you have to say about yourself. Guess what? Someone rolled out 32pieces!! Omigosh. And another rolled out 1piece! LOL you lucky freak.
We also had this game whcih reminds me a lot of team-building.

Our ‘eeyore’s shack’
We were given a few minutes and had to build a structure from straws and tape that has stability and creativity. Oh well, our group tied with the adjacent group so we both won! To me, they had more creativity and we had more stability. So yeah, fair and square!

My team : two fresh green juniors and two senior-itas!

Gratz to us!  ♥

My besties just rang me up this morning excitedly asking if I’ve received my results for this semester. They told me theirs and I felt a little shaky. I mean, what if I don’t deliver perfectly this time around?

Nah. I hope not.

Grabbing my cell immediately, I punched in the numbers of dad’s contact and waited in anticipation. Nope, not getting any respond. Whatever, Dubby and my besties then assured me that I’ll score a straight again like I always do. That helped a little.

After what felt like an entire day, dad’s text messaged beeped in.

And that was when my world disintegrated. Yes, plummeting down to the depths of no tomorrow.

No more a perfect score. No more a flat 4.0 CGPA for me.
Shut up all you morons who think this ain’t a big deal.

It is to me.

You lost an eraser. You cry and rant?
No big deal to me.

Perhaps, what I don’t know about that miserable eraser is that your late grandfather whom you love so much, gave it to you with his dying breath.

So, my B+ for Film Studies?

A MASSIVE DETERIORATION

A PAINFUL EXPERIENCE

Oh well, I feel 10% stupider. My intelligence has just been depleted.. just like the ozone layer.

Fuck. Oh wait, I don’t know what that means. I is stupid. *groans*

It just reenacts the experience of my SPM results. That God-forsaken A2 for Bahasa Malaysia. Yeah well, same thing goes again. The B+ is just like an A2. My string of A’s has been tainted by my utter carelessness. Or perhaps my stupidity.

Gahh. I couldn’t care less.

Why?

FOR i IS STEWPID.

Oh, before I forget.

Each day when I’ve completed my paper early, I would then leave the exam hall and adjourn to the cafeteria. Lo and behold! The moment I stepped out of the door, a distasteful and rude shock would stare back at me.

He looks like he was gasping for air in dire need of an assistance which was no where to be found. Any minute longer with non-existent help, he could actually say “hello” to Father Death already. Yeah. I stood there; dead in my tracks when I first saw it at the room opposite the exam hall. I stared and stared for a full minute trying to make out who on earth was that Godforsaken person, lying on his deathbed particularly IN OUR COLLEGE???

Placing my face as close to he glass window as possible, I started even longer in horror… only to realize that it was just a human dummy in a  makeshift ward, specially provided for the Nursing & Allied Health students of my college.

Dear KDU, Please. Please… do not do that again. This ain’t for the weak-hearted. *phew*