Thursday, December 07, 2006
Fifty-Nine
Mona: Ayo, tak tau! Mak kayu!
Me: It's "Mak balik bawak kayu", dik.
Mona: ....... alaaaaah!
Me: Haha. Chill ah.
Mona: *brightens up, starts to gelek at me, then sings* Chill, chill, chill CHILLI! AHHAHAHAHA!
Yes. My sister is lame.
Anyhoo.
I discovered that, as horrific as it may seem, there is such a thing as reading
too many books. Like I mentioned before, I've been doing a lot of reading this past month, especially since we can borrow up to 8 books in the library now. Everytime I finish reading 8 books, I go to the library to read some more. As much as I love reading, I'm getting tired of it. Maybe it's because I'm read some really good books (Like "The Schwa was Here"! Bagus!), that other books which are okay-okay pales in comparison.
I get bored reading now. I have no patience to finish books which are just okay-okay. I end up reading the endings of the story, just to know what happens in the end. Which makes my mum angry. Haha.
Ok, I gotta go finish my Malay book now. Because I'm cool like that.
("Because I'm cool like that"?? What the heck do people
mean when they say 'because I'm cool like that'??)
8:09 PM
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Fifty-Eight
Went to the new madrasah today. Mona had to buy her books for next year. Everyone tagged along, 'cept for Aba, who had to go to work.
It's the first time I've seen the new madrasah. It's verrry high but verrry slim, which was quite surprising. It kinda blended in with all the other buildings around it. If the words "Al-Maarif Institution hadn't been written on the gate, and if Lily hadn't pointed it out, I would have never noticed it.
Unfortunately, we couldn't go up the steps and beyond. In fact, for some strange reason, the book sale was held in the carpark. Yeah, the carpark (staff only) was pretty big. Since my mum didn't need any help choosing the books, the rest of us took of.
Stuff I found out* The toilet is biig compared to our old one. There's a tempat air-wuduk inside, and nice sinks, and plenty of cubicles. Unfortunately, it was kinda dirty, but I guess I'm used to it already. I mean, it
is a toilet.
* The playground, or rather, the "Maarif Institution's Fitness Course" (I think that's what was written), consists of two monkey bars, two sit-up benches, and two pull-up-thingies.
* Water cooler masih ade! Sejuk!
* Cik Milah and gang pon masih ade! Which means there will be still be Mee Bakso and spagetti!
* Apparently, our salats will be held in the carpark (??)
* No cats. Poor cats.
Went to Shing Shiong after that. Or is it Seng Shiong? Shing Shong? Sing Song?
There was this mechanical, dancing Santa inside, shaking his butt and fake-playing the trumpet. You should have seen him! It was quite a struggle for me to not shake along with me, but luckily my sisters were there to hold me down while one of the workmen switched the Santa off.
Then went to Cik Sarimah's house to pick up some books for me next year. Unfortunately (quite a lot of unfortunatlies), the book were hand-me-downs. It wouldn't have been too bad, if the books hadn't had the words 'Siti Nur Hannah Hardy' written on the cover. Apparently Kk Han gave her books to her friend, and her friend never took the name stickers on. :P
Ellen's on!
4:32 PM
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Fifty-Seven
Okeh dokeh, I'm back from hiatus!
(Translation: I've been lazy all this while to post anything, and I'm actually
still feeling lazy to post, not to mention having no idea on what to write on, but seeing as I've been neglecting the blog for too long, I decided to haul both my butt and my brain in order to update. Yes, I need a butt to update)
So what have I been doing this December holidays? Not much. My activities are pretty limited. I read, draw, read, play the computer, read, teach, read, eat, read, go to the toilet, etc etc. I don't go out much either (except maybe to the library. to read. duh). See, even though tons of people are asking me out and inviting me to parties and such, I am feeling too anti-social at the moment and had to politely decline all invitations, much to the disappointment of the general public.
Okay, not true. Number one: no one's inviting me anywhere, except to play netball, and even then the places are too far away for me to go to. Number two: I'm not feeling anti-social. And number three: there is no number three, except that it seems only right to put a number three, because wouldn't it be funny if I just put two points instead of three?
I'm blabbering here. Good, good. Nice to know I haven't lost my touch at being becok.
Oh, and just for the record: I am NOT a Fuzzy Wuzzy, nor do I want a Huggy.
8:41 AM