Sayonara 2007

dec 30. 2:41 a.m.

early morning is never a dead one and i’m nowhere near to being alone. the air-conditioning vent is already silenced but sounding rather odd — a long deafening sound that clashes with my eardrums and pauses between many a ten minute-interval. on the right, the tube beams out colorful Latin figures, ads, and superpowers =) and here i am, swinging my pen. musing. eavesdropping. and lamenting. wth. i’ve never drafted for any post. never mind, this shall help tomorrow.

dec 31. 11:15 p.m.

it’s that time of any year again. december 31 is about to twist, retire, and cease. and then come the sparklers, the singings, the dingdongs, and the hoorahs. everything recurs. thirty minutes to midnight. bevies of patriots, hedonists should be ubiquitous. by now, i’d be shipping all the remnants and leftovers of 2006. and 2005. 2004 and 2003 too. why not 2002? wth. there are some from 2001. unaccomplished goals. are there any?

for no apparent reason, i just feel like posting this.

when i was little, when i don’t think i could turn the tap on my own, dad would leave mum and me at the playground. i don’t really recall this. i remember seeing the photo, the one that had me leaping on a street. small figure. clothed in maroon. sepet, innocent eyes. INNOCENT? so far.

once, i had this idea to grab a coin or two from mum. brilliant? evil. i tiptoed into her room, with my sis trailing behind. but somehow, i didn’t take anything. i had that plan canceled. but MY SIS on the other hand, still a toddler, clambered onto the bed. she picked up a coin. just as we’re about to leave, mum appeared. and the good news was, i became the scapegoat. w. t. h.

when i was six, i got into kindergarten. my younger sis too. normally, kids enter one when they turn five. i dreaded going there. even the earnest cry wouldn’t make adults listen. plus, they’re great thinkers. mum and dad lured us into going there by buying chocolates for the gullible us each morning. so, why not just go there… got breakfast… there was tv but could ‘watch the tv’ only, not the programs… during class, i’d sneak into my sis’s class to color stuff. it’s waaaaay better than all the counting, no?

the next year, i finally got into elementary school. that year, i knew tikah. and i made her cry. i accidentally ate up her 50 cent ice-cream. and i finished it. starving? or was i being that meanie me? <_< that year too, i met F. we’re a close friend since. i remember fairly well how she’d sing the brazillian football team’s anthem while she was jotting down notes. and i’d follow her. different song of course =.= during recess, we’d have nasi lemak together. in every test, we’d be vying for the best. but it didnt last long. three years passed, she aced her PTS and skipped a year. we’re parting thereafter. as her MCE examination was nearing, i called her to wish good luck but her reply simply ripped me. so that’s it, a period to a three-year camaraderie.

elementary subjects werent all simple. i did bad in fractions. my saviour, my dad, tutored me. he took it seriously. but i didnt. instead of picking up, i chuckled. and i was caned. lol.. bad daughter.

2001. last year there. i’d cheated in math exam. i copied the answer when a friend came to my desk to collect my answer sheet. only two or three questions, no big deal. after class, another friend threatened me. “if you get 100, i’ll tell the teacher!’ i got all freaked out the whole day. wth. that night, i had tuition. apparently, the teacher’s daughter was there too and out of the blue, she shook my hand. “congrats, you got 100.” WTH! when the session ended, i asked for her number. when i got home, i phoned my teacher. i had blurted it all out. admitted everything. the next day, she summoned me at the office. i was offered two options, to just let that freaking 100 be and get awarded or to…sacrifice… a little… i ended up opting for the latter. and she actually praised me for that bad-to-good behavior -____- when she entered class, she mentioned about what i did, not revealing the name. then, she asked if there were others who did the same. dumbfounded, many rose up and walked forward. i wasnt the only one =.= indeed! WE’RE NOT AFRAID TO ADMIT OUR WRONG! and we’re not afraid to do wrong either……

well, that sums up my entry. wth. you knew my evil secrets. pay me something. or treat me burgers. not paying? if you see a dying cat lying outside your door tomorrow, dont blame me. this is not a threat. now you know my math sucks.

Jan 1. 2:07 a.m.

happy new year! =)

~ by Shi on January 1, 2008.