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My Rollercoaster-Kimya Dawson
As long it keeps going round
it's unbelievable

Just last week my classmate made a comment about me and got me thinking. She said "You know you’re lucky, (I think not)" then I asked why, being so obviously confused, so she said “coz you’re happy! Always happy and laughing! I’ve never seen you go all emo before. You’re almost TOO happy.” And of course being me the first thing I did was laugh right out, then look incredulously at her “I-told-you-so” expression.

Note to self: never laugh in front of the person that said you laugh too much.

So yea, I guess she made her point there.

But she has her facts wrong; true, I laugh 24/7, but that doesn’t mean I’m always happy until I go demented! I still have the capability of crying and moping over something that is worth an ounce of my tears, I still have that sinking feeling in my gut when things go haywire and not exactly according to what I had in mind. I’m after all, still human, and not the laughing machine that I was so affectionately called and professed to be.

I’m still human, you know!

So as to prove my point, I shall state six random not-so-cheerful facts about yours truly, which is also making it sucky to be me. (& why six facts and not 10 or 128384945 is because if i go on any further then 6 it'll make me seem even more pathetic than i am already am, so you'll just have a glimpse of the more negative side of my life.)

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Number one
I get teased when I speak in mandarin because apparently I sound like a Caucasian.
*not that its bad sounding like one, but when I’m suppose to be a pure Chinese and SUPPOSE to speak mandarin minus an ang-moh accent, is a totally different matter altogether. Not a really good one either.

Number two
I suck at maths, BIG TIME.
*not like you don’t know that already; but I don’t think I’m redeemable, ever. I’ve been in that pit for far too long and already exceeded beyond the limit of “savable”. Normally my answer to math quizzes would be one huge question mark and a shrug of my shoulders, and then I’m done.

Number three
I’m an introvert naturally.
*which means in other terms that I don’t make friends easily; I’m naturally shy & I’ll smile and not utter a word when placed in an awkward situation; I must confessed it isn’t the easiest thing to just strike up a normal conversation with some total stranger concerning the weather or what not, I just don’t do that, it’s not within me to do so. It’s a bit to do with my insecurities too, which leads us to number four.

Number four
I am an incredibly gullible person.
* Let’s say you intentionally play a prank on me, tell me lies about your mum being in the army and such, of course I wouldn’t believe it the first time, but with much persuasion and devious convincing from your side, eventually I’ll sway and believe you in the end, no matter how much my mind tells me it’s all gibberish and ridiculous. This happened so many times, numerously in fact, that I’ve given up counting them. It also makes me somewhat vulnerable to manipulation, which I think is extremely bad. But then somehow it’s also hard for me to trust a person wholeheartedly. Bah; go figure.

Number five
I am such a klutz!
*that I am; I’ve been told a lot of times by gazillions of people and I’ll always give my same reply the death stare “yes I know!” You’ll often hear me calling myself butterfingers too; it’s a well known fact that I am clumsy and not really a gentle or graceful or nimble person in nature. That is why I am especially prone to break something fragile in a shopping complex, so you could say that me walking through any common departmental store is the equivalent of walking through hell. Oh so many breakable items! With any careless fling of my arm you just might see me dead.

Number six
I have the memory of an elephant.
*and that isn’t as funny as it sounds like. The weird thing is that I could remember such obscure and absurd facts that I happened to come upon BUT I’ll have to struggle to remember what I was going to say to you before someone else interrupted my train of thoughts. It’s always at the tip of my tongue but yet I just can’t grasp what the heck I was going to say to you, that’s where my beloved paper and pen comes in handy-dandy. So next time if you want to pass on a very important information to someone else, you know who’ll be the last on your list.

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So see now? I’m not as “lucky” or happy as you think I am, I do have my flaws, as much as you perhaps, so don’t be fooled twice by my happy-go-lucky persona, coz I’m far from the person you portray me as. 

I never liked the first week of school after a long break,so imagine a month’s break. Total nightmare. And you’d thought I would’vegotten used to it after oh, 9 and half years of school, think again, buddy.

Anyhoo, I think I’m gonna have a really busy week ahead ofme (I’ve got a whole mental to-do list stored up in my brain and I’ve yet tocomplete even one of them) but I still have a urge to procrastinate. Oh, sinfulindeed!

By the way, I just watched two awesome movies during theraya holidays; Eagle Eye & Mamma Mia!

(& oh yes, Alya & gang are gonna kill me forwatching Eagle Eye and practically spoiling the ending for them!)

Went with Shern Li & Eevonne for Eagle Eye, truth betold I wasn’t expecting much, you know, your typical thriller with lots of carchasing, cool gadgets, and then running, running and more running.

Well, it did have all of those required elements for athriller, but it also had something a little more (-:

Shia LeBouf has a twin in this movie, as in a double him!Two of them, the more to love and oogle over. *swoons* Oh the wonders ofphotoshop (-:

*taaaaa

So with all the heart stopping, adrenaline pumping scenes,it was a quite interesting watch. I’d say it’s worth it, except I wouldn’twatch it twice, coz truth be told this type of movies aren’t really my cup oftea. But maybe for the main character, I would (-:

Mamma Mia! Was obviously one of those colorful and vibrant musicalsthat one can sing along to. So what if I heard a lot of bad reviews about thismovie? I still think that this movie deserves two thumbs up for its efforts.Sure, it’s a tad little dramatic for anyone’s liking, others find it “gay”(define the meaning of “gay” in this context) and then some just say that wouldnever happen in reality, ever! I agree, it wouldn’t happen in real life, butwhat are movies for? Entertainment, right? So just put aside your cynical,criticizing self and go watch this fun loving movie, and I bet you’ll singalong to a few of those songs. It’s quite clear that I really liked this show(= I’m a very biased person, if you must know.

& the songs are still stuck in my head, especially like“gimme gimme gimme a man….”

oh, but one bad side is that Pierce Brosnan can't sing to save his life, i winced everything he opened his mouth and attempted to sing. oh my ears!

By the way, Tim said something that I found highly amusing.He stated that he found these girls…

Quite compatible to these…

Just finished reading all the books I’ve wanted to readsince long ago, and I’m thoroughly satisfied.

Hmm.. it’s uncanny, somehow, that I find a similiarityamongst the three. Not just coz of the genre, but something else, quitedifficult to explain. Anyhoo, if you’re into fantasies and dragons, evilpixies, farting dwarves, elegant elves, boy genius, high tech gadgets,mythological creatures, the over throwing of kingdoms and lots of war and swordfighting, then these will your read for the next few days perhaps (-: highlyaddictive.

I am now officially an anti-smelly-moral-teacher now.Yeeeesh, I feel like wringing his beefy, odorous neck and fling him out of theclass window! Maybe I’ll even have the courtesy of skinning him alive! Argh!

It was clearly evident that I passed up my moral project tohim BEFORE the Raya holidays after school, and he also took it put of my handsin front of thousands of eyewitnesses, and yet he dare say that maybe I LEFT ITAT HOME?

Pardon me while I fume.

ARGH! I couldn’t believe this! After explaining to him thatI my brains were under good conditions and it’s fully capable of rememberinginformation as vital as this, he then apologized profusely and said that heprobably lost it.

Oh, probably, all hope in NOT lost, yet.

So he said he’ll give me a few more weeks for me to re-do itALL OVER AGAIN and then hand it up whenever it’s ready. Oh, a few years time,perhaps? So after bending over my project and taking the pain in writing instraight, neat lines, pasting the stupid looking pictures and then droning onabout all the nilai murni’s one could think of, you tell me to redo everything,ALL OVER AGAIN?

I shall go scream now.

& imagine after all that, I still wanna sing “so what?I’m still a rockstar!”

Oh yea, I’m a rockstar whose moral project is gone. Yay I’mstill rockstar.

PS. Vien said that this happened often, and also after aweeks time or so he’ll burst into class exclaiming that he found my project atthe bottom of some forsaken cupboard in the teacher’s office, and the heavensshall rejoice after that.

& I’m still counting on it.