*Shot*

Exams are over.

Now to wait for the teachers to evaluate how badly did I do for my second year of secondary school.

3 more months before I can stop being a guinea pig for the school's hare-brained schemes to try and improve our behaviour and outlook on life. I think the most hare-brained scheme to date is the "妈妈不会飞，我是特工队" activity. It sounded like a scheme that could work out at first, until you realise that if you don't hand in your card/haven't written any chores on your card, you get demeritted/have points taken off. WTF. How was I supposed to hand in my card when I was sick and the 义工团 refused to take my card when I went back to school? I can see it now. 操行：丙. Shot.

And then next year, we have the PMR and UEC. Lovely. Especially UEC Physics, Geometry and Algebra. Plain lovely.Well, I'll cry next year.

Bro and Henrietta

Bro finally got the guitar he's been wanting for years. And you know what? He just had to name it Henrietta. I blame K-On! and maybe Gunslinger Girl for this. K-On! because Yui named her guitar Gitah and Gunslinger Girl because there's a girl named Henrietta in it, and that bro used to love that anime. No pics, as Blogger went gay, so now I can't view whatever images I posted here. Darn. Now that I look at it, all the pics from previous posts seemed to have pulled a disappearing act.

Henrietta's so new, it/she/whatever still has that "new" smell along with the new case. And it/she/let's-just-say-Henrietta's-a-she still has her serial number tag on her. I don't dare to take the guitar out of the case: bro will slaughter me if there's any damage. Plus, I don't have the cash to buy another Seagull guitar to replace Henrietta: she cost RM 1600 if I remember correctly, and I want my savings so that my wallet won't burn out for the months to come: there's birthdays, Christmas, items which I buy on impulse... And snacks. Snacks... *spaces out*

Art Homework's A Pain

Tomorrow's Reporters' Field Day, thanks to the fact that we'll be singing "We Are Malaysia!". I just wonder whether the teachers are hyping it up again with the number of reporters.

Then there's my art homework. Making a CD cover, to be handed in with a CD casing as well. Fun. Boy oh boy. What made me think of selecting Hatsune Miku to do a CD cover? Now I'm just like bro and his music presentation group: too focused on plan A, to the point where I can't pull out to do plan B. Lucky I didn't do Megurine Luka: her costume's too big a pain to draw, let alone paint.

You can tell who has the simpler costume.

The Dude Up In The Sky

Or the wise bearded dude sitting right up there in heaven with a throng of angels, or the dude who pretty much ruled all, or just simply what some people would say, God.

Anyways, I wonder if the dude up there really does hate me by cursing me with the number 10. My roll number's 10, I got 10th from bottom in class (the competitiveness of the 4th class. I can just imagine what position I would get in the 1st class), I have a tendency to get 10 out of 40 (no more, no less) on all my algebra tests no matter how many practice questions I did, and finally, I'm the 10th finalist in a poem recitation contest which I didn't want to enter at all.

Screw it all.

The final round's on Friday, which means I only have 2 days to prepare. No fair. Why do the seniors get a whole week to get ready while us juniors only have 2 days? And the fact that it's on a Friday mean that I really am going to be the last one to be tested on singing. Oh the joy. And Friday used to be one of my favourite days until secondary school, when my favourite day shifted to Sunday.

I reall feel like:

1. Whipping out an old poetry book from the library and select the longest, most epic poem just to spite a certain few people
2. Whipping out my old "Utterly Brilliant Poetry" book and select the most disgusting/weirdest poem I can find.
3. Whipping out my Children's Nursery Rhymes book that's been languishing at the back of a cupboard and select the shortest poem.
4. Reciting The Epic of Gilgamesh on the day of the finals to bore the judges to tears.
5. Use the poem "Make The Pie Higher" that's constructed out of Bushisms
6. Or just stick to the poem I originally intended to use: "A Tragedy"

Maybe you'd say I'm childish but still, which teacher would sign their students up for a contest without asking their permission first?

I Act Like A 15 Year Old! (?_?)

 Taken from Lilith's deviantart. Let's do something apart from rant for the 100th post.

[X] You know how to make a pot of coffee.
[ ] You keep track of dates using a calendar.
[ ] You own a credit card.
[ ] You know how to change the oil in a car.
[X] You've done your own laundry
[ ] You can vote in an election.
[X ] You can cook for yourself.
[ ] You think politics are interesting.

TOTAL SO FAR: 3

[ ] You show up for school late a lot.
[] You always carry a pen/pencil in your bag/purse/pocket
[] You've never gotten a detention.
[X] You have forgotten your own birthday.
[X] You like to take walks by yourself.
[X ] You know what credibility means, without looking it up
[] You drink caffeine at least once a week.

TOTAL SO FAR: 6

[X] You know how to do the dishes.
[X] You can count to 10 in another language.
[ ] When you say you're going to do something you usually do it.
[ ] You can mow the lawn.
[ ] You study even when you don't have to.
[X] You have hand washed a car before.

TOTAL SO FAR: 9

[X] You can spell experience, without looking it up.
[ ] The people at Starbucks know you by name.
[] Your favorite kind of food is take out.
[X] You can go to the store without getting something you don't need
[ ] You understand political jokes the first time they are said.
[X] You can type pretty quick.

TOTAL SO FAR: 12

[ ] Your only friends are from your place of employment.
[ ] You have been to a Tupperware party.
[X] You have realized that practically no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job.
[ ] You have more bills than you can pay.
[X] You have been to the beach.
[X] You use the internet every day.
[ ] You have been outside 3 or more times a day.
[ ] You make your bed in the morning.

Total: 15 

Wow. I act a year older than I am. Surprise surprise.And I'm bored, so I tag:

Choco
Celia
Ai Ning
Issabelle
Thong Jean

Knock yourselves out.

Oh The Joy

So, there's English week. And I got myself into a mess. Again. This time it involves a singing contest. Vivian asked me to play the piano during the contest. Problem is, the song is Breaking Free, it's 7 pages long, it involves notes more than an octave apart (short fingers make it difficult to play notes more than an octave apart) and I have less than a week to master it. What the hell??? And Vivian refuses to find another pianist even though I said that there's no guarantee that I'll be able to master the song when she first asked me. The poem recitation is a few days after that, and exams a few more days after poem recitation. Man oh man is my schedule screwed. I still have to study for physics, or Mou Mou's test paper would slaughter me.

Then I've been playing around with Paint Tool SAI. It's relatively popular with artists. I'm still playing around with it as I've no idea what do certain controls do. So far I've only been able to do line art. That's still a start, I guess. It all started to go downhill with coloring though.

It's still pretty much WIP though... I haven't figured out how to do the eyes yet.

Stage Fright

Next week, our music test is gonna start. Good thing the teacher's gonna start with the boys, or I'll die from the fright. Bad thing is the selection of songs that we were given to choose from involved a lot of flats/sharps, or they are way too high/low for me to sing properly, or it involves jumping octaves. Not good at all, as I've always had trouble jumping from one octave to another. I tend to end up singing at least 2 notes lower than I want to.

Then there's my English teacher who had signed me up for the poem recitation contest. The stage fright's going to get to me. Dancing in a see-through jumpsuit on stage as a kiddie was bad enough. Actually opening my mouth to say something on stage is worse. And the contest is 2 days before our exams. What the *insert all sorts of swear words in all sorts of languages/dialects here*.

Ah, the pain. At least I did warn my teacher that I can have a slightly twisted sense of humour at times. And selecting a poem to recite is one of those times. >:3