Life oh life…

Last week was like… a dream. A rather funny and irrational one.

The girls are like the weather. Sometimes they talk to you, sometimes they don’t. Sometimes they can be all nice-y to you but after a few seconds, they won’t even look at you. Maybe they were having PMS.

Actually, I think this is the reason lar. From my point of view. We passed up all our Moral assignments on Tuesday. Encik Nasran was looking and flipping when he stopped at mine. He looked at the front page for a few seconds. And then shit, he showed it to the class and said, ‘Cover ini cantik. Ada usaha.’ I buried my head in between the Moral notes because I was more than embarrassed lar obviously. The cover looks like shit. He showed each and every page to the class including the Penghargaan. And he read it out loud. -.-” Funny betul. Of all the contents, he only read out the Penghargaan, which is always the worst-written part of an assignment. He also said that the moral issues used are pretty good(those pictures I posted here one or two weeks ago) and I can’t help but to agree with that. Muahaha. So the whole class was really curious and wanted to know who is the proud owner of that assignment. I took the chance and decided not to admit. Then… ALAMAK! He went, “Pelajar yang buat ini ialah Choy Wai Fong. Siapa Choy Wai Fong?” I got no choice but to put up my hand of course. The girls were a bit shocked because just in the morning I told them my assignments suck with all the grammatical and typo errors when they asked. But I was just trying to fit in and be humble you know. Plus it’s true that the assignment is not that good. I think they felt rather cheated. During the group presentation, they made fun of me. I know I spoke way too fast because I was very nervous. But they think differently. They thought I was showing off my language skills, which I believe I don’t possess. So right after that, one of the girls so loudly shouted to another, “People finish ‘performing’ already ler, faster clap lar.”. They have no idea how hurt I was to hear that. I quietly went back to my seat and didn’t say a single word after that.

The same thing happened consecutively for 3 days. Everytime after my presentation, they said and did the same thing. On Wednesday, Encik Nasran made the girls even more angry when he said,”Bagus ya pembentangan dan BM awak. Cepat dan jelas. Tak perlu guna kertas pun. Semalam pun macam tu.” So the clappings became even more obvious and with all the fake wooo! waaa! sounds in the air. Bloody irritating I tell you. It’s not my fault that I don’t need a paper while presenting. I’m taught to be like that in SAB. Especially Cik Hasimah’s class. She hates it when people do presentation with a big A4 paper in hand. Even looking at the board/slide is a no-no to her. And trust me, you wouldn’t like it when she looks at you with some kind of stare that would make all your hair stand and have cold sweat. We made it a habit to present and speak as spontaneously as we can. So thanks to her, now I can do my presentation *eherm* professionally *eherm*. Anyway, the girls weren’t talking to me at all in class unless they want to ask about some Malay and English words. And huh! I didn’t even complain about that. They always show me the irritated look and tsk at me when I ask them about some Chinese words. Hello?! I teach you two languages and you only teach me one! You got more advantages than me okay?! HUH! They only talked and chatted with me during breaktime. That’s the weirdest thing. In class, they showed me the cold look. After that, they got really friendly with me.

We had our last Basic Drawing class on Thursday and we were to present our own collage. You know what happened after I presented. So I’ll just skip that part. The weird thing is, when Miss Ong told us that GD and MM students are going to be in the same class for the 2nd semester, one of the girls turned to me and said, “Yay Wai Fong, we’re still going to be together.” Heck, I don’t know if she really meant it or it’s actually full with sarcasm. But she looked really sincere to me. But look can be deceiving. Oh my god I can’t tell lar. Super weird right? I seriously don’t know what they want. And I can tell you that they aren’t very competitive. There’s this girl in our class who’s extremely hardworking and mature in thinking. But to them, she’s just an annoying and arrogant girl. Instead of trying to improve themselves to be as good as her, they start bashing that girl and labeling her as Indonesian maid and a show-off. I mean, why do you bring people down just to make yourself feel better? It isn’t going to help. It’s just like,’Saying one is fat doesn’t make you thin and saying another is ugly doesn’t make you look pretty.’ You need to do something if you want to change the situation. Agree with me? Sigh.

As if that’s not enough, God decided to punk me for the 2nd time. I was on my way to the Ampang Park bus station when a Celcom promoter approached me. Usually I’ll tell him I’m in a hurry and walk off. I don’t know what got hold of me that day I actually listened to his 15 minutes of blabbings and let him set up a Celcom postpaid line for me. He’s not even cute. I feel so stupid and cheated right now. And excuse me but I need to pay to terminate that line. He didn’t tell me that. He only said, “You can try using it for a month. And if you don’t wish to continue, you can simply terminate it.” It’s not just ’simply terminate it’ when I need to pay for that! Big liar. So I was imagining slapping my own self while thinking of the stupid decision I’ve made earlier on the way to the bus station when I received a SMS saying, “U HAVE WON PUSSYCAT DOLLS CD. PLS COLLECT FROM L*** OFFICE @ BLA BLA BLA before 15/08/06.” I stopped walking for 30 seconds. I was like,”Is today April’s Fool or something? Since when I joined the PCD contest? I don’t even like them.” Now I’m still thinking whether I should collect the CD or not. I’m so punk’d!

But I’m very happy to meet one of my ex-schoolmates at the bus station. He was my primary and secondary school friend. Eventhough we don’t contact each other all this while, we still talk a lot when we bump into each other. Old friends are always the best. =)

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