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I've been sitting in front of the computer for more than an hour and so far I only have this sentence. It's not even a sentence, it's an unfinished sentence. And that sentence doesn't even sound good. The BM part of my brain is malfunctioning. It hasn't been oiled in more than a year.
Very, very rusty.
Crap! And I thought I can finish this 2-page essay tonight. I've been too much of an idealist and optimist for my own good.


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Okay, at least now I have 2 sentences..

I have a feeling it's going to be a long, long night.

Of vomit, microphones and involuntary manslaughter.

I'm home.

I had been intimate with my notes in college the past 2 weeks for heaven-sent tests, and had broken my personal puking record in the process.
Current record : 11 pukes in barely an hour.
Midway through that delightful process I decided to not waste energy climbing in and out of bed, and stayed in the toilet instead.
Waiting for my stomach to contract and my vomiting centre to scream bloody murder "Now !"

But I digress.

I remotely remember that I'd blog about the debate I stupidly signed up for out of sheer exasperation on how boring my life had become, without considering the consequences, and so I will.

I idiotically thought that it would be like in school, debating about McD being better than KFC and durians being better than mangosteens; Beauty better than brains (Memories!) but when I found out that the motion was to be :

" Homosexuality : An in-born abnormality or mere confusion" ,

I almost vomitted blood .

How does one go about debating something that is quite undebatable? On one hand you have scientific facts supporting the genetics theory and on the other, studies that supposedly show otherwise. A fight of "my facts are better than yours, and yours should be in the rubbish bin instead."

And on hindsight, it's quite disturbing and admittedly insensitive, not to mention absurd for people, self-defined "normal" people (who's to say what's normal?) to debate about something that is personal.
How could we even think that we have the right to throw words back and forth about something that we cannot even remotely fathom unless we experience it ourselves?
How could we speak, as if we are like spectators scrutinizing other human beings on show, defining and confining them into boxes?

Never judge until you've "walked two moons in his mocassins (you wear 'em over your feet)", so to speak.


I'm embarassed. And I'm sorry if I've offended you.

But anyway, I lost and that was embarassing as well. lol.

I wasn't really nervous that day, as I had classes up to 7 pm to occupy my thoughts but when I met up with my teammate- a guy who was conned into taking part by one of my chi-muis- and we rehearsed, I was one bubbling nervous wreck!
I couldn't string simple sentences together and totally couldn't decipher what I wrote on my cue cards. (I was the whip, i.e the fella who rebuts lar basically) Team mate on the other hand, spoke fluent, Band 6 English.

What did I get myself into?

Time was running out, it was scheduled to start at 8.15 pm.
I had dinner. But appetite went MIA.

What did I get myself into?

Bathed, had friends pick up an outfit and rehearsed again.

OMG ! What. did. I. get. myself. into?

It didn't help to find out that one of the teams, from UiTM comprised of law students.
Fooling around with the camera helped ease the tension a little but when people start trickling in and the judges brought the UM debate club members to watch, it became very surreal.

Nonetheless when the ball started rolling, I had no choice but to force amy da Great Pretender to the fore.
Being the closing government's whip, I was the second last speaker.
The whole thing was getting pretty serious and factual. I originally thought that this British Parliamentary style of debating was supposed to be witty so when it was my turn to speak I pretty much decided; to hell with it, have fun instead.
Being the only girl among the 8 up there onstage, I milked every ounce of sarcastic sweetness I could muster.
Thank God the floor laughed when they were supposed to.
It was a rush and it reminded me of the good ol' days.
Minus the fact that we lost, and the fact that I probably made a fool out of myself, it was exhilarating.

Ah well.
I owe someone 2 weeks and a meal.

-With Chi-muis-

Apa nak buat?
---

I killed an innocent child the other day.
From drug overdose.

Overlooked the patient's age amidst the mayhem that is my lab session and prepared an adult form of simple linctus (cough mixture) instead of the Paediatric form.

Result : Got a blardy 10.5 out of a possible 100 for that particular preparation in one of my practicals.

That's like satu per sepuluh man.

Kin Wai's reaction was bigger than mine was though, lol.

I guess it should be alright. It'll be added up with other practical marks and the average constituting 10 %.
Should be alright one lar hor.

...........right?

Taggo

I shall spill all about the debate (you read that right!) when I have the pictures.

As for now:

Tagged by Esther

Debt 1:
Each player of this game starts out by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 5 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog!

*I think I've done this before, but anyway-

1. I still have and still sleep with, my smelly pillow. It's torn and tattered with pieces of cloth hanging from the corner- I literally love it to bits. It's been with me since forever. I would place it nicely alongside moi and let it be deliciously cold before dozing.

2. I'm rather superstitious. I will never, ever think of stepping on a book (*gasp), newspapers or printed materials of any kind. In cases where it couldn't be helped, I'll touch the item I've offended to my heart 3 times.

...
Okay that's weird.

3. I say a little silent prayer whenever I see an ambulance whizzing by, or when I chance upon funerals, or orbituaries for that matter.

4. I seldom leave a book hanging, I'll force myself to finish no matter how dreadfully boring it can be. Well, I can always finish it a few years later - but at least I make sure I read it til the last sentence!

5. I love to watch the skies in the morning, the moon at night and the trees anytime of the day.

6. I cannot bear to part with things that mean something to me, no matter how small - strings from parcels, the strips of papers from my results slip, that sweet wrapper. I'm one BIG rubbish-collector.


Debt 2:
SCHOOL CONFESSIONS
[ ] Talked back to a teacher.
[ X] Been kicked out of class. ( Yeap. In primary school. Quite an intense period of my life and affected me somewhat but it's all good.)
[ ] Worn pajamas to school.
[ ] Had your tooth fall out at school.
[x] Gotten lost in your school. (Gotten lost but walked anyway- and found a new path)
[x] Broken the dress code in school. ( Does hair count? "Sim mei, potong rambut!" Oh wait! I remember - skirt terlalu pendek!)
[X] Completely failed a test. (Failed a grade in music. LMAO)
[ ] Left class without asking.
[ ] Missed a whole week of school.
[x] Thrown up in school.
[ ] Been beat up at school.

HOME LIFE CONFESSIONS
[ 1/2 x] Argue with your parents a lot. (not a lot lar)
[ ] Argue with your brother(s) a lot. (not so much anymore)
[ ] Argue with your sister(s) a lot.
[x] Have your own room.
[x] Do your own laundry (I have to, now.)
[ ] Cook dinner once in a while.
[x] Are loud and obnoxious at home. ( But can give the silent treatment too.)
[x ] Wear pyjamas when you are not going anywhere.
[x] You sleep in very long. (during holidays)
[x] All you do is watch television. (All I WANT to do is that)
[ ] Your parents are divorced.
[ ] Your family makes you cry alot.
[ ] One or both of your grandparents live with you.
[] You can't stand being with your parents

FRIEND CONFESSIONS
[ ] You currently dislike one or more of your friends.
[x] You are jealous of one or more of your friends. (Yeah.. People are not easily satisfied, unfortunately- you can't always get what you want!)
[ ] Your friends are all taller than you. (not all)
[x] You have been ditched by a friend.
[x] You have memorised a friends phone number. (some. I remember house numbers better!)
[x] You have lost/forgotten a friends phone number.
[ ] You have been to all of your friends houses.
[x] You love most of your friends. ( a LOT)
[ ] You bite your nails.
[ ] You have an odd obsession with knives.
[ ] You cannot sleep with the door closed.
[ ] You cannot sleep with the door open.
[ X] There is at least one sound you cannot stand. (The sound of a penyodok scraping the floor - NOoO!)
[ ] You write stories about mad cannibalistic serial killers.
[X ] You are good at telling lies. (I've been called a professional liar to my amusement.)

LOVE CONFESSIONS
[X ]You currently like someone. (YOU.)
[ ] You want to kill one of your exes. ( no exes to kill)
[ X ]You can stay commited for an unusually long time. (I think)
[ ] You get bored of your crush/bf/gf easily.
[ ] A crush/bf/gf has called you a bitch before.
[ ] A crush/bf/gf has called youself-centered before.

PERSONAL OPINION CONFESSIONS
[ ] You hate George Bush.
[ ] Abortion is horrible and should be illegal.
[X ] Gay marriage is fine by you.
[ 1/4 X] Boys make better friends than girls do.
[xx] The beach is an excellent place for a date. (the sea the sea!)
[ ] Pink is an ugly color.
[x] Needles aren't so horrible.
[ ] Human flesh tastes like fine aged veal (they taste like chicken)
[x ]You have plenty of secrets.

HAVE YOU EVER CONFESSIONS
[x] Fallen up the stairs.
[ ] Someone has tied your shoelaces together.
[ ] Had a nail fall off.
[ ] Captured, Manipulated, or Destroyed a soul by Ars Falcis
[ x] Had surgery( a minor one?)
[ ] Slapped someone across the face.
[ ] Killed someone.
[ ] Someone has called you a tease.
[ ] You have been to Europe.
[ ] You have worn something inside out for a whole day


Okay, done!
I tag
-Adrian Low!
-Caryn

I shall leave others off the hook!
I'm nice.

blah.

Mood : Not too good.

Feels : Hung-over from the excitement yesterday.
Giddy
Essentially exhausted.

Sunday oh Sunday

Music is playing at the background, blasting away in my ears. I can see couples beside me, studying- well , maybe not couples- but a guy and a girl nonetheless; STUDYING which is what I should probably do right now actually.
Ah but it's Sunday night. I need something to boost me up to prepare for the week ahead.

Have you ever tried reading a book, spending time and energy and brain cells in delving into the intricate characters and plots, all the way to the end only to find out that the last few pages has been ripped off ?!

@!#%$ !

beh tahan man!

The Seminar was, well, a typical seminar, with talks and Q & A sessions and of course, food. I mananged to stay awake for the first two talks, one on the importance of education and the other being about politics but by the third and the last, about economics- sorry la.

My story book got the better of me ( was reading Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison if you must know, the book with no ending. @!*#%$!)

The rest of my coursemates naturally buried their heads in their notes and books thoughout the whole day.

"Eh, very stressed leh looking at you guys studying. Make me feel darn guilty."


"See you read storybook, we lagi stress."



so who's the stress-er and who's the stress-ee?

I'm NOT at home.

It's a miracle I tell you!
It's Friday night, 10.30-ish pm and I'm sitting here in the
Computer lab,
UM,
50603 Kuala Lumpur.

No thanks to a Seminar to be held tomorrow, at the dewan, compulsory for all first years.
From 8 am to 6.30 pm. WTH?!
I'm so looking forward to it.

The people around me, some, decided not to go, yet I somehow find myself putting that option out of the question.
Just because of one word : "Compulsory"

Why am I such a sucker to always fall for that?