12.15 p.m. Thursday 02.04.09

I seriously, like Michelle kind of serious, need to get my ears checked. Or get a hearing aid! It happened twice today. Words transmitted into my brain were so not the same words that were actually said.

In Chemistry, Alfonso was talking about chemical names. He was listing them all out according to our textbook. And then he said something...
Me: Whoa!
Ray: What?
Me: Did he just say "Moron" ?
Ray: No! It's BORON.

If you think that was crazily transmitted, then you should've been there when this happened.
In PK, the Dragon was asking the girls what we should do for the coming PJ session.
Me: What a pervert!
Ray: What?
Me: Didnt you hear him? He said, "Breast for one day?"
Ray: *laughed at me* Phoby! You stupik girl! He said "Rest" not "Breast". You horny!

10.45 a.m. Thursday 02.04.09

We're having PK right now. Free period! Baha! When the Dragon (we call him that, cos his name sounded like it but it was slightly different and it confused us) came in, I saw him with a cane and I ran to Michelle and I screamed, "He got a rotan! He got a rotan!" and Michelle went, "Oh! He's gona, he's gona, he's gona, he's gona..."

I stared at her. She killed the moment, man..

"He's gona bludgen us to death!"

Few minutes after that, I was concentrating on my drawing. A dead fish! :D And then the Dragon went, "Class, I need your attention."
I said, "You always need attention."

Ray: Dude, you were pretty loud.
Me: What? I was?
Ray: Yeah.
I stared at the Dragon, waiting to see his response. He didnt look pissed or hurt or...at me.
Me: Hey, Ray? Do you think he heard me?
Ray: Nope, class is noisy.
Me: Oh thank God. Cos I didnt want him to hear that.

Yes, this little monkey doesnt want to be given any belacan for saying what she said.

and the birthday girl wrote

First of all, THANK YOU MICHELLE! For that beautiful blog you wrote for me :D Who knew I could touch hearts like that. Oooh! I touched your heart. Get it? Touch? AHAHAHAHAHA! Oh yeah! Turn sixteen and a little hornier. Nice! (Wait till it's your turn, man)

And thank you SO much to everyone else for the Birthday wishes. Aleen, Fiqah, Helena, Far, Gurjit, Nadine, Peterson, Tio, Kara, Fera, Bethany, Abby, Jasmine, Qyira (whoa I can go all day!), Arantza. Now, this girl right here, she hadnt had enough of wishing me Happy Birthday on Facebook she had to text me too. Like my lezban; phone, facebook and blogspot! I love all you guys so much!

For the record, I didnt have a big, overrated sweet sixteen. One people would talk about for the rest of their lives. One people would tell their greatgrandkids about. One people would rate "Wayy greater than my wedding, dude". No, I didnt and I dont want that.

(My little cuzin just told me, "I'm shy to tell you happy birthday..." and giggles) Aww..

I got two birthdays this year! One was at Michelle's and I had a blast! The rocket kind of blast and also the happy kind of blast. Very yummy yum yum Choc Cookie Cake. Tell your dad I say thanks again! They surprised me. Good thing my nuts didnt jump out of my pants! Omg, there goes my secret...

When I heard Michelle and Pam screaming in the kitchen, I wanted to get in there and be a hero. I thought there was a Super Cicak or something. I could go talk to it and solve things. But no0o0o0o...Michelle told me Pam was naked in there. Yah, you really got me there! I really thought she was out of her clothes! Until you guys burst out of the kitchen and made me scream...

Today, I celebrated my sweet sixteen with the family. Had BBQ and cake! Ice cream cake! Now, this cake story is funny. Apparently, mom went running around making the lady at Taka Cake House bake me a Simpson cake. The lady doesnt know how any of the Simpsons look like. So, mom asked my bro to print out their pics and then I got this!

Mom: Look, Phoebe! See how much I love you.
Me: *opens box* Ahhhh! Hihihihihi!
Mom: *laughs at me*
Me: Now, what ever happened to Bart?

Lol! I was only kidding. Me liiiiiiike the cake!








Her head is miiiine!

what's been down

Its not enough its not enough its not enough its not enough... I heart Shaant! He can do dramatic in style. Like Adam! Who0o0ot!

Oh! COPS!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA! Somebody's gona get busted! xD
This is so cool.

Darn, my black nail is screwed. Yah, mom painted my nails yesterday. And the one on my right middle finger is screwed. Now I cant give an awesome middle finger at people! Guhreat..

Hey, Nigarose, I want my pendrive. You better not throw it in Sungai Tasik Fishy cos I got Mr. Ma with me and we shall bomb your house tomorrow! Buahahahahahahaha!

No, we're not emo. We just look amazing in black B-)

Friday the 13th

This morning when I came to class, only Sara and I were there. Everybody else were probably hangin out at the canteen or they just havent arrived yet. Either one. Alicia Keys' No One was playing in the car right before I got out. So, you can see why I had it stuck in my head. Sara sat next to me and I was reading Anansi Boys (yeh, I'm not done with it) and she said, "Oh! I should go get my book and read too."

When she came back, we were both reading and the prefects came to do their usual rounds. Sara was like "There's nobody in the class, you guys can go now." Lol! But they didnt care anyway so they walked to our table. I was singing opera real loud while reading. I was in a real good mood, until one of the prefects came up to me and said, "I'm sorry but I'm gona have to give you a demerit."

Phoebe: Whyyyy?
Prefect: Your socks. It has writings on them.
Phoebe: Oh, man..
Prefect: Here, please write your name, your class and sign at the bottom.

I did what she told me to and she filled in the rest.

Phoebe: So we're not allowed to wear socks with writings on them?
Prefect: No.
Phoebe: *stares at socks* *turns to the prefect* Hey! You werent supposed to see them!

On the way home, my dad, my bro and I were listening to Bob Marley in the car. Yeh, mom was still at the kindergarten, she had a meeting. Partay! We played Red Wine twice. Well, actually, my dad didnt know he downloaded 2 copies of it on the cd. Oh, that old man...
When we reached home, I texted Aleen.

Phoebe: Red red wine you make me feel so fine! Keep me rockin all of the time :D
Aleen: What is wrong with you?
Phoebe: Bob Marley rocks my socks! Oh! Speak of socks, I got demerit today cos my socks got writings on them. Grr. I told the prefect she wasnt supposed to see that.
Aleen: HAHAHAHAHAHA! How did they see that? Mata superman ka apa?

to think my mom was gona turn into a headhunter

She did not. Lol! What am I talking about? I'm talking about the paper I bombed. Yes, I bombed a paper. More like, two papers. Addmath and Chemistry. Call me stupid, but hey I dont give a giraffe's crap. It's only my first time so I know what I'm in for.

Screamo: Phoebe! 17 (multiply by 2 and you'll get your exact mark)

So I scored 34 for Addmath. I laughed at it. Some people were sad and emocutcut about their results. I went, "There's no point of being sad, dude. It's only our first time at this."
Seriously, I think it's so ridiculous that people got so worked up about it. I mean, come on. Even Screamo said "It's okay to fail now because you people only first time. But if you dont find your mistakes then next time you fail fail fail again until form five I tell you."

Anyhoots, I never told my mom about my result when we had lunch. I knew dad wouldnt take it so well. I couldnt tell her until a few minutes ago. She went back to the kindy and had a meeting. She was in the kitchen when I finally decided to tell.

Phoebe: *walks into the kitchen and to the toilet to pee* *gets out and laughs* Mami, my teacher told us our marks for Addmath today.
Mom: So what did you get?
Phoebe: He he he...
Mom: Did you fail?
Phoebe: Yah, I got 34.
Mom: 34?
Phoebe: Yah, the entire class failed except for 2 girls who only got B's.
Mom: It's time we send you to tuition.
Phoebe: I choose! I dont wana go to that friggin tuition centre you sent me last year. I want my ex-teacher. She's go0od.
Mom: Okay, you ask her in school next week.

I surviiiiiived! Whooot whoooot! Now, that went well.

I feel so mentally challenged

I dont know what to write about. I mean, I dont really remember what happened today. Okay, yeah, we went for mass and we got 2 paper results. Lets just talk about mass, shall we?

I sat at the third row from the front, it was Ray, Pam and I. Only the three of us in that whole row. Yes, only us. I kept turning back tryina look out for Michelle. "Lezban! Where the hec..I mean, where on earth are you?!" Ray and Pam kept laughing at me and shoved it in my face how they had each other. I was talking to Pam and...

Ray: Hey, Phoby! Get your hands off my girl!
Phoebe: Find my girl and I'll let your lezban go! *started pulling Pam's arm*
Ray: *Pulled Pam's shoe lace*
Pam: Hey! My shoe lace! I'm going to Phoebe!

Other than our usual retardation, I didnt get to mug that altar boy at the back of the church. I wanted his green St. Jo blazer so much! (form6 boys in stjo wear green blazers and they're so pretty. the blazer! not the boys.) Aaaaand, girls were going "Phoebe, where does your handsome brother usually sit?" Gosh, give it up already, man. I heard that my bro was rated 'Top 3 hot form 3 boy in St. Jo' I told him about that and he's like "WAuuu." and went on playing his psp. Yash, that my brothah alright.

Yesterday.

Yah, I went to the hospital after school. Ok, more like, after lunch which was after school. Wow, so many afters. Anyhoots, it was, as asual, a friggin LONG process. Que for sign in. Wait for my turn to get an x-ray. Wait for the x-ray to be handed to me. Wait for my turn to see the doctor. Not my usual doctors though. This guy, my sister knows him. It was a funny story. My mom just cracks me up sometimes.

Mom: Do you happen to know Karissa Kara?
Doctor: *looks down and blushes* Hmm...yeah, I know her. She's doing pharmacy, right?
Mom: Yes, Phoebe is her little sister.
Doctor: Oh, I see.

My mom was having a great time doing that! And he was really nice to me. I complained about the pains I've been having and he offered to give me some medicine, pain killers or something. I said ''Nope" and my mom explained to him how I hate taking painkillers, even when I was fresh out of the hospital last year. He said, "Oh, that's good. How bout some cream you can rub on that sore back?" And guess what! He gave me three of that and they're free!

Okay, good job, mom! But I dont really like putting cream or anything on my skin. I mean, I dont even use facial cream at all. Anyhoots! I promised my friends that I would take a picture of my x-ray and post it. So, here you go! Crazy whicked stuff.

Kara: You should get a boyfriend with the name Edward or something. It's so cool how your screws make the letter E.
Phoebe: WATF? Edward? That's such an old English name. Even Jacob is better!

Scoliosis Update

Right, so, um, I had surgery last year on October 30th. Apparently, it was a success. I mean, look at me! I'm practically the same, well, probably a little more psychotic than I was but, I'm up and walking. I didnt turn into a vegetable (the possibility). I do kinda have memory loss every now and then. My aunt warned me about this. But it is fuuuuun! xD

"Oh no! I got amnesia attack again!"

I had an appointment last month. I dont remember what day exactly (amnesia attack!) , but I went to the hospital to check out my x-ray. Duuuude, it was mother insane how it looked. I got titanium rods and screws and "fulcrum?" on or around (whatever) my spine. Sad thing I was so messed up, I didnt have a camera phone and I didnt take a pic of it. No, I dont get to bring my x-ray back. Darn you, general hospital rule!

Anyhoots! I have another appointment tomorrow in the afternoon after school. I'm way awesome now I got a phone with a camera (some show off bastard!). Aaaaaand! I'll do my best to take a snap at it.

*Grins at doctor*
Doctor: Yes, Phoebe? Do you have a question you wana ask about your back?
Phoebe: Yah! Can I take a picture? *points at x-ray*

Sunday, I'm back!

I couldnt come online the whole weekend cos I had to go back to my grandparents. Grampa fell ill and well, it was pretty serious so, you know why we had to go. Stayed there for 2 nights. And we got back here today at like, 2.30pm?

That Friday, I planned to finish all my work at my grandparents, but guess what? I brought all my books (so heavy) aaaand...no pencil case or calculator! Imagine how crazy I went trying to complete my addmath homework. I was practically screwed. Only got to answer one question.

When I got back, ran upstairs and did my addmath. Wow, Question1: b, c, d, e, f. Took me an hour to complete. One hour, dude... And they were all correct only because I reffered to the answers and tried to find my way there. Dont even get me started on Question2. I copied the question but hah, didnt even bother trying to answer it. Screwness.

It's been such a hot day today. I've an ulcer on my bottom lip. Wanna kiss it off for me, babe? Bhahahaha! Cough syrup is kickin in...

Draaaaama!

As most of you know, I'm in a single sex school. And lately, there's been so much drama going on with my class. I hate this. We tried to mind our own business and even though we were pissed, we kept quiet anyway and calmed each other down.

But what really ticked me off was that 'somebody' dragged us into the whole drama. Now you're gona make us get bad testimonials for next year and after high school. I am so sick of this. This is exactly what I've been trying to avoid ever since I got here and found out my parents were sending me to an all girls school. This never would've happened if it was a mixed school. Forgive me, but that's the fact.

I miss St. Columba so much. No drama has ever happened so bad that made me so pissed off every single day I go to and come back from school. Sometimes, no, most of the time, it effects my studies. I would be so mad, I wont be able to study or focus at all. Take today for instance, she went too far. Got us involved. My girls think the teacher might be on their side. But the thing is, she never heard our side of the story. It is so unfair; all the early judgements. I dont really care about the girl. She can do anything she wants, for all I care, but getting us into this mess is just wrong.

After all this drama is solved, I might actually consider to move out of the school. It's just too much for me to handle. I've been through so much and this could just turn me into a volcanoe and for all I know, everybody is gona burn once I erupt.

(This blog means no offence towards my current school, dont take it personally. I just couldnt believe things like this can actually happen to me. I'm not the kind of student who would ever get involved in any drama in school. Just ask anyone from my previous school. They know me best.)

putting me down, again.

We all sat for our Addmath quizzes last week. Chapter One and Chapter Two. Since our teacher is kinda mental(in a good way), she gave us the chapter 2 paper first. And we sat for Chapter 1 the next day. Yesterday, (valentines> screwness) we received our papers. I got 8/10 for Chapt1 and 7/15 for Chapt2. I was a little excited cos I love addmath and I was getting used to it. When my mom, my grandparents and my bro came to pick me up, I told my mom about it. Guess what?

"7 over 15?? That's a fail!"

WHAT! At least I scored SOMETHING! Half of the class got zeroes. Some got 1. Only 2 scored full marks. And my teacher said 7 is good, seeing as it's only our first time at the subject.

Lastnight, when I texted my sister, she jokingly called me "useless" and I said "Whaaaat?" and she told me that my mom said I was having trouble with addmath. I WASNT ANYMORE! So I talked to my mom about that this morning during breakfast, my mom started lecturing me about how doctors MUST have at least a credit for addmath. And she also said it in my face that my sister's friend (who failed her addmath paper) had to repeat another semester. HOLY GIRAFFE I WANTED TO BITE THE TABLE LISTENING TO THAT! She talks about my addmath as if I'm so effkin hippo dumb at it!

And what's worse was that, last week, she said my bro is smarter than I am. At first, I thought she only said that to lift my bro's confidence up. But no. She turned to me and said, "I wonder what you would have gotten if you never studied."

She was saying that my bro scored 3A's in UPSR and he never studied. UPSR! Dude, that was mother cake easy! While me, on the other hand, I have to study so hard in order to score good results in PMR. What she didnt know?! I did not study for the five subjects I got A for. The only subjects I studied so hard for was History and Geography. And if scoring B for studying Form1, 2 and 3 all in a few months time is not enough, then HEC I DONT KNOW WHAT IS !

She puts in a hell lot of pressure on me. Has no idea how much pain I go through. When I started studying so hard last year, I thought she would notice and stop calling me "lazy'. But no. She thinks I'm dumb for not scoring straight A's. WHAT ON EARTH IS WRONG HERE?! Why cant she appreciate what I do? Nothing I do is ever enough. I'm just a kid for heaven's sake!

And now, my back is starting to hurt again trying to study so much. I think I could only die to ever be the best in her eyes. I guess I'm just going to do things without her support.

But I still love my mom no matter how much she hurts me.

Valentine's Day 09

So! It's the first V-day I had since I moved here. (This city still sucks in my eyes) Aaaaand...I hate this. School was not my favorite place to be in. And it's a Saturday. How sleepy was I in class. Especially in Chemistry, cos Alfonso (as we like to call him) was soft as ever. Explaining the formula. I was just sitting there, pissed and mumbling at the fan for blowing my hair into a mess. Of course, I didnt get caught, cos Alfonso couldnt see me from the corners of his eyes. And being on top of that platform? I dont think so, Alfonso!

When the bell rang, oh holy giraffe I was friggin relieved! Rushed to the church and there were boys around, all dressed in casual. St Jo boys. Bet they were there to check out girls. And as I was walking my way to the gate, I bumped into this couple. Dude, I was like the lonely girl surrounded by all the other girls who get a guy and a bouquet. How pathetic. I miss St Co a whole damn lot! Hafreez told me what happened. Read his blog. Gah! I made him promise me he'll take more pictures. Keep me from forgetting how awesome possum my previous school was and still is.

Baked tons of cupcakes when I got home. Covered them with chocolate and decorated them with pink icing. Yes, I shall show you the pics. Aaaand, one of the videos I made lastnight while everyone was out. Yeah, you guessed it. I was bored out of my skull. Anyways, enjoyy!

As I said it in my friendster profile, they're all smileys because no one deserves my heart (the one Aleen has is my crazy part). Bahahaha!

This one's specially made for my mad-ass sister. I know you love me, ka!

This is me, singing You Found Me by The Fray. Dont be too hard on me. This is no serious issue. I was just bored, I told you.

scoliosis

went to the hospital on friday. did the usual. took an x-ray, talked to the doctor and yeah. but this is the last. i hope. its confirmed. my surgery's on october 30th. 2 months from now. 2 weeks after the huge exam. am i scared? i dont know. i had a lot of time to get rid of the fear. what i really can say now is...i'm relieved. its been way too long, i cant wait any longer. its enough. all the x-rays, all the appointments, all the waiting. and all the times i couldnt breathe, listening to the lectures. i'm drained. i wana get this over and done with. i wana stop worrying. i dont wana be like this forever.

squash crazed

eeee!! i need some squash, badly. crazy coach, endless killer practices, i miss it!!! haven't been playing since i moved here. that's like, 1, 2, no, 4 months! are u kidding me?? listening to friends who eat, drink and sleep squash makes me really wana get back. it was all planned, until dad said we're moving. now they couldn't find me a coach. heard my school has a team, hopefully they'd still accept new members. all i have to do is find the person in charge and pull a friend to make sure i'm not distracted. cos the court is in the all boys school across the street. not that i'm interested in any, but uh, who knows right?

sensitivity on high

i just realized how much sensitive i am. explanation? ok, last week, when Mrs. Junita was talking about how teens get pregnant and kill their babies, and abortions and stuff. i just got real mad. seriously, i sat there, hands crossed, stayed quiet and pissed off. i just had too much hate and rage towards those ppl. why the hell did they do it if they didnt want a baby? and havent they heard of protection? or menstruation cycle?? geez people. and um, other explanation, whenever my mom gets mad at my bro, i'd feel bad too. its like i feel wad ppl feel. this situation tho, i felt my mom's anger. then when ppl tell me abt their story, i get goosebumps and yeah, again, felt wad they felt. deep. i didnt know i was that deep. and dont get me started when i saw ppl torture the elephants on tv. it was my uncle's 18th birthday, so i tried to control myself. lol.

worst day ever

teachers day. here? 1 word; BLOWS! if you want the exact 3 words i used this morning? contact me in the dark. lol. i could get cursed for writing it here. people are looking. *pause* yeah, pretty sure they are. i kept wishing somebody would've shot me just now. just shoot me and don't stop, even after i drop dead. wow. intense. 8[
next time remind me not to go whenever these things come up in the future. the place is a torture chamber. but i cant switch schools now can i? i wanna go back Miri and see everyone!!! watch out you guys, i think i'd ask my dad to bring us there during the hols :D :D :D

cluelessly abnormal

this is not normal. i got extremely hyper today. and i mean extremely. like i never was. is that supposed to happen after somebody breaks your heart? i am so weird. i talked endlessly, losing my breath. when Michelle asked me to name 3 of my favorite animals, i was like "i like pandas and i like polar bears and i like dolphins and and i like..." now imagine that going real fast and some short breaths added in. totally enthusiastic. if you cant imagine that, i can tape it for you. i still have that same energy right now. lol. if you were some energy-hate freak, you'd totally bash me with a table or something. but i'd still be hoping up and down like a silly rabbit tho. i even asked the girls if it was normal. here's what they said.
Michelle: we all have different ways of handling things (her crazy smile carving)
Rachel: shut up. get hyped! (squeezing her bottle)

extremely sensitive?

Your Sensitivity Score: 65%

You are a highly sensitive person. Pretty much everything effects you. You are tuned into the vibe around you, and someone's bad mood can bring you down. But you also easily share in someone's joy - whether you know them or not.

Are You Extremely Sensitive?

5th May 2008

she's a heart breaker, in the most clueless way
you'd never believe her.
she shoots back at stares, keeps you staring
just don't trip.
she sets the bar up high
wont say hi until you impress her.
they all want her
no one wants her to know
but she knows.
she'll play pretend,
give only less till you confess.
she's not a tease,
not a flirt,
not even close.
she's just a heart breaker
whose heart is yet to burst.