Caminos De La Vida

So here I am again. Haven't been writing for quite some time now though I'd been dying to write. This means that what I write here now happened last week but well, It's just too interesting to leave out. I don't exactly mean 'good' interesting(unless you're a total sadist), but well, here's what happened.

On the second week of my holidays was not that much fun as the first week, but there was still SamFest(some sort of fund raising party) and the Quiksilver Revelation Tour. This is where my story starts.

SAMFest...
This party I kind of anticipated to be good. Better than Zest at least(which I didn't go). I got a ticket, which was really cheap, and arrived a bit later than 6.15 on a Saturday night(seriously who starts partying that early?). Guess you can't expect an event held in school would be too late. So there I was, hardly a picture of total sexiness in a mini and a baby pink top. The DJs are professional so the songs are OK. However, the people who turned up occupied only a little more than half of the hall. A total turn off was the shuffling competition. I went there to have fun, not watch other people have fun!

The first half of the night was good, quite fun. Then the 'thing' happened. OK, let's start from the beginning. Eiman has this foreign friend from Maldives. He's OK, and I'm cool with him. That night, he was there, and he brought two of his friends who were from Brazil. I didn't think much of it. One of them starts eyeing me as I continued dancing. I was like, whatever. Didn't think much of that either. Later, Eiman got out of the hall to take a call. Tranny-X's the only one with me. Suddenly this Brazil guy who had been eyeing me earlier turned up. Said he wanted to teach us some dance (which he claims to be the samba or something, but it was so not!-hello, samba with disco music?!), so Tranny and I went with him to the middle of the dancefloor.

Suddenly, he went from teaching us both, to only teaching me, to dancing with me... Then he just came closer. And closer. And CLOSER. Before I realize it, he was rubbing into me, touching my ass and stuff. The worst thing is I can feel his hard-on. I had NO idea what to do and how to push him away. It was really scary, trust me.

Thank god Tranny-X was there. He came and rescued me from the big bad scary guy. After that, I spent the whole night avoiding him. Didn't think he got the clue though. He got the nerve to ask Tranny-X for my number. Hello? Do I look like I'm interested?

So that was my holidays. I'm not racist or anything but after the incident, I'm a bit scared of big black guys. Anyone who reminds me of him. I'll get over it soon enough I guess.

LoVe~
mE<3

Castigo

Yea, I know castigo means punishment. That's why it's my title. I believe that when a lot of bad things happen to me, a good thing is coming. But I didn't actually think it'd go the other way around. Guess God wants me to enjoy the life first before something truly terrible happens to me.

So what exactly happened to me? Long story. If you really want to know, here it is.

After my SPM resullts came out (SPM is this really major exam, sort of like O-Levels), I was really hoping for a scholarship. So I applied to everything I can get my hands on. Including Bank Negara(central bank) which asked for 6A1s. There was Petronas, PNB, Bank Negara, SC, and MARA. All these and so far only SC has called me for an interview. Apparently, SC is a very selective scholarship body and they have a second interview after the first (I have NO effing idea why!). I don't think I made it. It was terrible!!!

Nope. Nada. Zilch. NOTHING!! I feel like they're somehow playing a joke on me. Eiman (who got only 6A's) is called for an interview. Me? Hello? Did they miss me or something? Did my application got dropped in the wrong slot? Did they 'overlook' it? Did they not register in their heads that I got more A's than some of them? Or is this just a case of biasedness?

So, I asked help from some people. They claim to not be able to help AT ALL. Even the guy who got all his children under his company scholarship (And the rule is only supposed to be ONE in a family). Some people. Are. Selfish.

The next thing I wanted to write here is just SOO heartbreaking that I can't even bear to write it down. Concerning my brother(I'd seriously disown him!) and the stupid He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. My mother's involved too. What the hell?!Why would my whole family and my ex gang up on me? Even my 3 year old brother! Disgraced? Discriminated? TELL me about it!

God, this is too depressing. Catch me later, when I really have the mood to write. Oh yea, did I say that my mother soooo thinks I'm fat? Well, that's normal. Since when does she doesn't? (Wait, is this even grammatically correct?). One day I'll be anorexic. Then we'll see her reaction. Fighting about it every night is taking its toll. Nerve wrecking. Depressing. Killing me. You really want to know how much I weigh? A little over 50kg. If you think that's fat, you must be from the same planet as my mom.(I think 50kg is about 120pounds, if you want to know).

See? this episode of my life just sucks. The good thing out of it all? I'm getting my car designed. Now, that's something to look forward to.

LoVe~
MzP<3

La Vida Loca!!

My holiday's been a week now, and so far its FUN!!!!! Didn't know a week could hold that much fun! Who says life sucks? That person seriously need to get a life. Or hang with my group of friends. We're not the most popular, but guaranteed laughs. Millions of laughs.

Gotta wake sooooo early this morning. 6.35 I think. I know, on a Sunday morning?!? Whoever wakes up that early anymore? Well, we went to KLIA to send off Nik. Send off is right. Wondered why I even bothered to come. He didn't even look at my face. Bastardo. Can't believe he was my boyfriend. Ungrateful piece of s**t.(I don't swear, so if you're looking for a more interesting blog, read someone else's). Well, nevermind. The part after that is fun.

After watching him walk through that stupid gate(without looking at me), first was a date with Ronald McDonald! We took pictures with that big red and yellow guy sitting on the bench in McD. We look seriously like those kampung(translate:country) guys who came to the city. People are watching. But who gives a damn?This chick wants to have fun!

So we went around. Let me tell you our whole group. Me(!), Eiman, Di, Fadzy(Tranny-X) and a guy from Maldives. Who doesn't understand our language. What I know about Maldives;the currency is called Rufiya(Rf) and the exchange rate is RM1.00=Rf5.00(approximately).

OK, after McD's, we went walking round the whole floor. Talking about flights that cost RM20.00(maybe from KLIA to LCC-which is a terminal next door which shares the same runway). And chocolate and Durian flavoured condoms(Durian's a local fruit which never appeals to foreigners because of the smell). We went around laughing and talking. Then settle in the watching bay. Watching planes take off like a group of toddlers.

Telling stories about Baby planes and Mama planes and Papa planes(Crews call the 737 baby plane). Taking stupid pictures. Millions of totally stupid pictures. Putting a story behind the Sri Lankan plane, Singapore plane and the Cathay plane. Wonderful time. Daring each other to sit cross-legged Indian style in the middle of some stage(and running when security came). Not forgetting trying every perfume in the perfume shop, annoying the salesgirls. And pretending to look for a condom in the pharmacy(chocolate flavoured, duh!)

We turned heads everywhere with our loud voices, what we're talking about and our laughs. Group of purely hormonal teenagers walking around KLIA. Wouldn't mind to repeat the whole thing all over again. Just not the part of sending off the biggest loser in the world who thinks he's so cool just because he smokes(and stopped).

Looking forward to more days like that next week! Life could not be better. And more Loca!!

LoVe~
mZp<3

Desastre

Disaster. What's that title got to do with my life? One word.

Interview.

Yup, you get the picture. By Securities Commision (I know, what's that, right?). Nevermind, I wouldn't want to go through explaining it to people over and over again. Log on to their website. This companny is big and extra selective about giving out their scholarship. Wrote an essay close to a thousand words for their application. This shows that I really want it. But the future with SC just seems so bleak at the moment. Seriously bleak after the interview. Well, one of those things in life...

This Friday is Iman's birthday. Bestest best friend. Sad thing is that I wouldn't be there. I mean here. I mean in the country. Yea, I have to miss her birthday. I feel damn bad and guilty. After my birthday party which she livened(is there such a word?) up. I really want to be there with her but now I don't think I could even see her on her birthday. Her 18th. Once in a lifetime. I really should be punished for that. Love her to bits, and can't even attend her birthday party.

I miss everybody right now. Really want them to be here. Iman, Julie, Arse, and the whole lot of my other friends. I don't want to go through another interview. Why is it all so hard?

In the waiting room before the interview, I meet people. Other people around me. Straight 1A, straight As are all around me, printed clearly on their certificates. I feel like nothing atound them Don't know why they even bother to call me for the interview. Until now I can see the dissaprovement on the interviewers' faces. It's like "what the hell are you doing here?" The same thing was running through my head too.

I want to be five again. Seeing my little brother, I feel like his life is just so free. Like in a protective bubble. My bubble is burst so long ago. What I'd give to get it back.


LoVe~
MzP<3