Panic Rocks The Heart

If everyone makes mistakes. Why then, when I make one, I beat myself up ?

It is true, we are our own worse enemies !

I want my mum to go for V.I's open day.

I want Mr. Leong to tell her what he really thinks of me and my work.

I want her to know what I do in school.

I just want her to care/show initiative and not depend on me to do the best always. ( I'm too tired of depending on myself )

I want my parents to see the outcome of their decision.

I want what I want, to come true.

Everyday I pray to lead me through this.

Everyday I pray to hold on to the unknown.

Everyday I pray to change my ways.

Everday I pray to be someone else.

Everyday I pray to not pray to die.

-conRad-

Odd Dreaming

I woke up yesterday morning from a very odd dream. The dream as I remember started with me brushing my teeth with Colgate's latest product, a combination of all it's products into one toothpaste ! ( ... with it's commercial promoting the new toothpaste, blasting on the radio behind me ). I recall it being blue, green and white ( the toothpaste, I mean ). Then, all of a sudden, I'm on a plane heading to God knows where ???

What was disturbing was that beside the plane ( which I am in ) there's another plane flying inches away ( it was red ). I realised that both these planes are from a Chinese airline service ( Why Chinese ? ). It turned out that both planes are flying side by side because both think there are hijackers on each plane. ( but there is no hijackers on both planes - in my dream, I could see the chaos in both planes eventhough I was stationed in the white plane ).

Things get heated up when both planes are flying to close to the buildings in a city from China ( think Shanghai ). Soon, the planes start hitting each other and the buildings around it. The plane I'm in, halts inches away from a green rock formation ( think Batu Caves covered in moss ) but the red plane crashes right into it, and splits into two pieces. ( people flew out ).

As I head towards the crash site ( apparently I astral projected out of the plane ... or something along the lines ... ), I see this red like pod and it opens, out pops Andy Lau and a beautiful woman ( Caucasian-Chinese with a necklace so big and is made out of aquamarine glass - it covered her whole chest ! ). Anyways, it seems that the whole plane thingy was part of an elaborate movie set, a film directed by John Abraham ( A Bollywood film star - who in the dream, used to be a pilot ).

I have very imaginative dreams ... It scares me sometimes.

My brain is stuck in fantasy land.

-conRad-

I Thought, But Didn't Say.

I don't feel so good. My nose is on a permanent sneezing fest and my head seems to suffer a very bad hangover eventhough drinking alcohol was at an all time 0 ml yesterday. Twice in this week I have suffered the wrath of a fever. I guess it's the weather, constantly raining everyday.

[ a random fact about me - I used to think it rained because God needed to go to the toilet ... ]

-conRad-

Do Not Hate Me For I Am Right, You May Cast The First Stone.

Before our SPM results had even been released, Sonia and I had pre-decided that V.I. would be the place where our next step in education would head towards. We believed, that it being a prestigious school, it would instill into us this sense on completeness that all Victorians seem to have. And true to that sentence, it taught us few of life's lessons ( a bit ahead of time ) and through other people's mistakes we've learnt on what not to do. However, in Victoria, the prestige is slowly being stripped away but it's students.

Ego, total dominance, pride and adding a few deadly sins, make up the reasons as to why Victoria and it's greatness is slipping away. Apart from the teachers, the students themselves do not portray what previous Victorians observed in their daily schooling life.

The Victorians of new and old ( the present students ) tear at the very foundations that makes Victoria, Victoria !

At every corner lies a problem sprouting from deceit and stupidity.

Loyalty amongst each other does not exist anymore. I feel, the only time loyalty is shown is when all Victorians band together against St. John's School. Then, it falters apart within the school itself ! It's bond is as weak as a toothpick holding a heavy stone.

Unknowingly, proud students of Victoria, YOU may cause it's destruction ! Stop shielding your eyes from the root of the problem. Own up to your mistake. Do not hide behind twisted lies. The destruction may be minimal but the scar is very visible.

-conRad-

Two-Facing Others

I was thinking, ( more like reflecting ) and I realised that when we're angry with a person, we're acually angry at one side ( of the character ) of that person.

Ok, so take for example that 'C' is really annoying and says stupid things that in the end just piss you off badly. But then, on another day, you talk to C and you see a totally different side to C. A side to which you can relate to. This has happened to me countless times, and I feel bad for hating, let say 'C' previously.

I am two-faced ! When it comes to people I totally dislike, I put up a fake smile but bitch about them later. I guess I find it disturbing that I do this.

After school today, I waited for Joanne to go through her Victorian Editorial Board ( VEB ) interview, she decided that she wanted to take up a place in the VEB ( I guess, after much persuasion from Tinesh and I ). So, for about an hour or so, I was prepping Joanne for the interview ( as it was her first interview ... ever ! ). She was nervous and my job was to calm her down. According to Tinesh and Jen, she did well during the interview.

While waiting for Joanne to go through all that, it rained pretty badly ! It was pouring so hard ! The ground floor of the Form 6 block flooded, and so none could come or go !

After the rain subsided ( subsided ? ... is that right ? ... and Denise wonders why I never joined the VEB !? ), Tinesh, Joanne and I headed to Petaling Street. Joanne needed to collect the tuition schedule from Kolej Bandar and Kasturi and also buy some stuff for herself from a gift shop and Popular. We had a few laughs on the way ( just being purely silly ).

I had too much to eat, from feasting in the school hall ( the Consumer Club's food corner. It was like a big party ! ) to eating in Petaling Street. I'm bloated.

Oh, and in reply to my last suggestion in the previous post, Tinesh said he'd rather #uck a dog in the ass rather than #uck you know who anytime ... :)

-conRad-

Greenwich

A heated debate sprouted in U6BM. Shantini and Tinesh were fighting about the Greenwich Mean Time ( GMT ). Tinesh said it is in England and Shan said it's in Greenland. Obviously I'd get pulled into this fight and so did Jik Kum, Rebecca, Jeniffer, Alan, Mok, and Chien Fei.

Half of us agreed that it was in Greenland ( and I took sides with Shan *Kill me* - I only took sides with her because I remember reading a book stating that the GMT started in Greenland ! I was so positive ! ) However, ... I am wrong. It is in fact in England ( another fact to add into my overflowing-neon lights flashing *Full*-head ).

Well, Shan wasn't sure of her facts but still made a bet with Tinesh and then refused to pay him ( it was only RM2 - Oh Yeah ! Ben settled the dispute about where Greenwich is ... )

So I had to go through another set of bickering between Shan and Tinesh. They should just get a room, have sex and then maybe then they'll shut up ? ( just a suggestion ... )

Oh ... I found out that I had also been pronouncing Greenwich as 'Greenwitch' and not as 'Green-nich' or was that 'Green-itch' ? ( Haha ! Green Itch ! ) ... who cares really ?

Other than that, I had a monotonous day as Sonia, Denise and Phak Hoe were not present ! How can you do this ??? Me, all alone, with Shan !!! AAaaargh ... !!!

-conRad-

Sick In More Ways Than One !

I feel Malacca Sick ! A sense of longing wafted over me yesterday. I miss my family back in Malacca. I blame Denise. Denise, I blame you !

Found out how much my mum knows about Denise's mum, and got the shock of my life. Didn't think my mum knew her family at all. Turns out my grandmother and Denise's grandmother ( her Nanny ... :) ) are friends. Then, later in the day, Sylvia ( my cousin back in Malacca ) smses and says she is with Denise right at that moment. I had a minor stroke. I called and chatted awhile with them. Sylvia knows Denise's sister, Rowena, through Rowena's boyfriend ( Denise, did I get that right ? I kinda zoned out when I asked that question ! :) )

Cool ! Other than Desiree, I now have Denise as a friend back at Portuguese Settlement. I won't feel so lonely anymore. Everytime I go back to Malacca, I end up locked in my godfather's apartment, too shy to step out and see my cousins ( that, and the fact that my dad thinks I might get struck by lightning if I try to go and see them all by myself ! ). I like hanging out with Sylvia and Esther ( Sylvia's sister ) they're the funnest bunch ! I get to be myself around them, they so know how over-quadruply-insanely-mega-giga-protective my dad is !

I feel Malacca Sick ! ... Denise, next time you go, I tumpang la !

My Charmed obsession has come to an end ! The final repeat of the show was aired today, and I watched it again ! All in all, I watched the finale for about 4 times already. Now it's permanently gone for good ! *I will totally completely 'lose it' after this post is published !*

No more Charmed !!! :'(

I'm having an overtly boring day. Wait ! I feel something's coming over me. I feel I'm turning psycho already. *dum dum daa* - I've watched too many 70's and 80's shows !

I should watch a good ol' 80's slasher flick. The one's like the main actress pokes a barbecue fork right through a guys head, or where one smashes two guys head into each other with it's bare hands ( Jason ) ! I feel murderous ! Should stay away from my younger bro then.

Psycho ...

-conRad-

Petitioning

Denise is right ! Being in V.I has taught me a lot of things that are 'ala'-real life situations. Especially handling stupid people ( a clue, the name starts with a 'S' _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ) !

It hit me today that there is only 4 months plus till STPM and I am still failing miserably. Mr.Lingam still insists that there is time, and my parents seem to not care if I fail or not ! ( I guess my parents are accustomed to see me fail throughout the year then do well or OK for the final exam ! *I'm NOT being perasan !!!* ... ) How am I to tell them that they should not depend on me like that ? This is not UPSR, PMR or SPM !!! It's STPM !!! I'm failing !!! I always find a way to dig my grave a little deeper than before ...

Today was a rather boring day. The FSC problem is still not settled. My idea to do a petition to find support was accepted, but our teacher advisor seems to be sleeping on the idea. The teacher advisor ( I refrain from mentioning her name ), always makes our work much more harder. Because of her, our work gets delayed, she never informs us on what she does or wants to do ( and blame us for not 'psychicly' finding out ! ), and if possible, shifts blame on us ( so far of which, she has lately stopped doing that ! ).

How are we to build up the council when all the support is lack-luster ???

*I'm going to get drunk now*

Oh Denise ! Have FUN in Malacca ya !!! Don't worry too much about the work you have! Remember, I offered to help !!! :) Just Relax ! :)

-conRad-

The FSC Members Need To Get Drunk.

More problems are arising for us board members ( of the Form Six Council ). Many teachers have taken offence into a game played during the treasure hunt yesterday. Valerie's station ( a treasure hunt pit stop ) involved teams to pass a hula-hoop from one member to the other without touching it and when finished, they needed to pass an orange only using their necks ( here is where the teachers took offence ). They said it was disrespectful to involve Malay students to participate in that game. And so, complaints and gossip have now been passed along from one teacher to another in the teacher's room ( Ever wonder why the Malaysian education system is so bad ? Now you know why ... )

Another complaint was that each member of a team should not have tied their hands together in the order of boy-girl-boy ( to make it much more interesting and orderly, we decided that tying their hands would keep them together always ). Khalwat ! They all complained. We left the lower sixers to decide how would they tie themselves ( and they were smart as they tied themselves with a single string linking between them - so there was space to not touch each other ! )

And in the previous post, we all know they also complained about the Cross-Dressing Game ( see post below ).

My Pengajian Am teacher brought up his views on the 'tying of hands' in class today. Stupid-brainless-shithead of a Shantini countered him ( even before he finished his sentence ) and said that the students were 18 and were capable to think for themselves ( obviously she never attended shut-your-fucking-mouth-up school before ! ). Strike one ! Then she argued ( and whispered loudly that he was an idiot [ he did not hear/understand what she had said] ) Srike two ! She still did not shut her #ucking mouth up and thus provoked him into a volcanic rage ! Strike three ! My class had to sit through a whole session of him scolding and shouting on how we ( FSC members ) had disrespected the Islamic religion and that he would not let us go off so freely ! ( Shantini has the brains of a cow's shit ! ). The fool ( SHANTINI !!! ) also ( trying to cover up her #ucking mistake ) said she didn't mean anything by what she said but she still brought up that the lower sixers are old enough to think for themselves again ! ( what kind of an apology was that ??? You say sorry and still say you were right ??? ... She was asking for a tight slap across her bloody face !!! )

Never have I met such a fool in my life !!! What a total waste of shared oxygen upon this earth.

Because of her, she dug a deeper hole for the FSC to climb out off ! She's not even in the board !!! What gave her the right to say what she said ??? It is our business and we will handle it as we see fit !

#ucking-attention seeking-fool of a girl !

Yes I am pissed ! and NO I am not sorry of what I think of her, Shantini. She does not deserve my respect as this is not the first time she has proved to be a bane to humankind !

-conRad-

Close Mindedness Are For Bigots !

I'm not happy.

Although today's orientation was quite successful, there will always be a few downers in every situation. You can never be too happy.

Firstly, Charmed has ended.

Secondly, no matter how much I deny it, Charmed will not come back.

Thirdly, I'm creating an alternate reality where Charmed lives on.

Enough of this nonsense !

The Peanut Butter Race game was great ! Many were chocking on their dry bread and peanut butter. The lower sixers were all laughs. A good sign. The Treasure Hunt was even better ! I could feel the enjoyment in the air. No complaints at all. The Tissue Race, got everyone hyped up. Cheers were heard near and far. The best of all ?

The Gay Game ( ... Sonia fondly calls it ). This involved teammates choosing a guy and dressing him up in girl's clothing with make up and accessories too. And then later, parade them in a fashion catwalk show ( with song selections of their own ). Never expected the guys to be so cooperative. Not a single objection was heard from the lower sixers.

As the show was going on ( with guest judges- Li-Shia, Boon Chong, Suzanne, Kian Ti and Amy ... I think Amy was there ??? ), some teachers payed the hall ( where we were in ) a visit. Here's where the problem starts. A certain person ( lets say an old hag born from her linkage to hypocrites past and present ! ) informed the Headmaster that, what we were doing was wrong and offensive ( I mean ... come on ! Get a life la ! this is the damn 21'st century ! If you wanna live in the past, go and live with PAS members la ! - a political party in Malaysia-. I refuse to conform to close mindedness in this day and age. Do not impose your beliefs by using authority onto those who think that your beliefs sprouted from the pangs of society's lower class's shit ! This is not equality amongst Malaysians you filthy bigot ! ). Somehow, the Headmaster was informed that those who were taking part were only wearing bra's and panties ! ( look how far the truth can be stretched ? ) How #ucking stupid do you think we are ? The guys who took part wore only skirts, baby tee's and blouses with earrings, necklaces and make up. They are guys for goodness sake ! What the #uck is wrong ??? If they had no objections and neither did the crowd have any problems ( they asked to resume the game eventhough they knew it was cancelled ), why should we be stopped ??? Idiots ! If anyone wants to see pure stupidity in it's finest form, ... come to Malaysia ! We might as well still stay in tree tops ... !

But before all this happened, I had lost my cool. After the treasure hunt, Phak Hoe was trying to give further annoucements, but the lower sixers were not paying any attention to him. He gave a stern warning, but that lasted 3 seconds. Tinesh lost it and scolded them, that lasted 10 seconds, in which Phak Hoe controlled his temper. Unfortunately, for me, that was the final straw and so, for the first time I blew up. I remember ( vaguely ) saying ( very loudly ) " Will you guys shut up and just sit there ( whilst pointing at the badminton court )" All this was said in a very pissed off manner. :) I was rather insulted as they disrespected not only me but the President himself !

We resumed the day's events in the open hall of the form six block. Everything still ended with a positive note. I felt the food provided for the lunch with the lower sixers was not very tasty ( but to others, ... they loved it ! ) ... I went home an hour after the orientation ended, I hanged out with Denise, Tinesh, Li-Shia, Priya and Joanne and did some cleaning up ( and also some messing up ! ... only Denise would know ... :) )

-conRad-

Charmed

I just finished watching the finale for Charmed for the second time. The story, I felt, had a befitting ending to the whole series. I grew up with Charmed/The Power Of Three. All eight years stuck within my me. Now, it is gone.

To some it is weird but to me, I feel like I like I have lost something very close to me. Looks like I get emotionally attached to everything.

Charmed was part of my essence of imagination.

It had to come to an end and it was a good ending to it's chapters.

-conRad-

Confessions On A Dance Floor

Yesterday was great. I met up with Buzzy, Sonia and Sham and we all headed off to the Royal Selangor Club (RSC) in/near/next to Dataran Merdeka. We wanted to catch up with Buzzy, it had been a long time since we saw her. We were all laughs till we said goodbye. It was wonderful to see her. She lost weight. The food in RSC was scrumptious. I had been dying to have the lamb chop.

We had to leave Buzzy around 2pm, because of the call of tuition. Sonia and I missed last weeks tuition and we were not about to miss this weeks one too. Although I barely understood what sir was talking about, I never dozed off ! At least there's no guilt for missing tuition lingering within me anymore.

Later in the day, at about 8pm, Thiru picked me up so we all can meet Sonia at her house. We were going clubbing ! Wooo Hooo ! So long since I had been on a dance floor. All in all, there were about 6 of us; Thiru, Jana, Kash, Sonia, Sham and I.

We had dinner at Modestos in Jalan Ampang ( whilst watching the opening ceremony of the World Cup - lots of funnily dressed people ! Haha ! ). Then we headed off to Rum Jungle. The place was renovated, they had many sections created now ( I forgot which area was called what ! ).

Let me explain to you people the types of people you'll meet on the dance floor;

1. The Gay Men; *There are some who can't dance ( you see them sticking their long arms here and there, whacking everything insight ! - Caution ! Bring extra padding when encountering these people. They also make funny nonsensical noises when songs are played ) *There are also those who can dance but keep to themselves. *And there are those who go around trying to seduce every male. ( They just come right up and dance with you, and if they mix with the gay men who can't dance, they will also join in making funny noises !!! )
2. The Transvestites, There are two types; *Some just stick to the dance floor dancing with women only ( you might mistaken them for lesbians ) * And there are some who just hang out at the bar waiting for some guy to have fun with, on the dance floor and ... in bed !
3. The Drunken Old Lady; She is the type who comes with the same aged boyfriend who never gets drunk ( but she gets drunk even before 11pm ), then looses total control of herself ( boyfriend leaves without her by this time ), and so she continues dancing with 'The Horny White Men', almost having sex on the dance floor ( Gosh ! Grow Up ! ).
4. The Horny White Men; They are the guys who pick girls up at the bar or on the dance floor and start dirty dancing with them ( they initiate dry humping [ it means dry meraba-raba/sex ] on the dance floor infront of everybody, but is ignored anyways ).
5. The Horny African Men; They are the type who think they are so hot that they can get into any woman's pants. They first start sweet talking, then move on to dancing, and then try to bed the woman they got hold off.
6. The High Class Prostitutes; They are legal prostitutes ( I think ? ) who seduce the 'Horny White Men' or 'Horny African Men' to get money. They also perform on the stage with 'The Live Band' to promote themselves.
7. The Live Band; There's always one person who can't sing. In my case, the female vocalist was horrible ! She tried belting out Beyonce and a whole lot of Shakira songs. My ears were bleeding ! Sonia and I hated her style, she couldn't even get the crowd going ! The rest of the band was great !
8. The Businessmen; They are the types who just want to hang out with colleagues to have fun. ( they are the OK people )
9. The Guy Who Thinks He's Hot; There was this guy who squeezed Sonia's hand while she was heading for the dance floor, thinking she would go after him. He did it so fast, we lost him in the crowd ! ( She didn't go after him ! Though, she wanted to kick his ass !!! )
10. The Fat Women; When they start dancing, GET OUT OF THE WAY !!! They move here and there blindly knocking everyone ! They also seem to have the best dance moves but don't realize that they block and knock everything insight !!!
11. The Bitches; They bitch stare at any other girl who is hotter than them. They even try showing off their dance moves with their boyfriends to start a bitch fight. Sonia and I showed them !!! Nobody can beat us !
12. The French Kissing Couple; This is the couple who French kisses every 5 seconds ( when they're drinking, when they're dancing, when they're talking to other people !!! )
13. The Bitch Who Is Proud Of Her Boyfriend; Also the 'French Kissing Couple'. She can't dance ! Keeps rubbing every part of her boyfriend. She is so proud of him ! ( The boyfriend was muscular built and according to Sonia was good looking - I thought his face was a bit smashed ??? !!! ). Her mini skirt looked like it was going to tear at any moment.
14. The 'I'm Hot' Gang; This is a bunch of some hot and not so hot girls who stand together and do nothing but look around !!! ( What's the point of coming then ??? )

There are much more different characters on the dance floor but this were the people I saw last night. Sonia and had a great time dancing through every song. We ended out night with the last dance to Madonna's song Hung Up.

The dance floor was packed, and it was hot which made it all the better ( I know what you're thinking and it's not like that ! ).

I reached home at about 2.20am and woke today at 12.30pm ! The latest I've woken up to in this year ! ... I needed to loosen up and last night proved to be the cure .

We also watched the whole football game on wide screen TV whilst dancing. Everytime a goal was scored either by Germany or Costa Rica, a bell would be rung and people would be cheering ! I was rooting for Germany ! Needless to say, Germany won !

*when the first goal was scored ( by Germany might I add ), Shakira's Hips Don't Lie ( Bamboo Remix ) was played on the dancefloor !*

-conRad-

--Finale--

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So many sad moments, terrible omens, all in the glitz and glamour of TV world. It looks like a month of finales. Grey's Anatomy ended, The Scholar ends ( although, I don't watch it ) , Charmed is ending next week ( for good ! ) ... Did I make it clear ? Charmed is ending !!! No !!!

No Phoebe. No Piper. No Paige. No Phoebe. No Leo. No Wyatt. No Phoebe. No Chris. No Phoebe. ... No Book of Shadows. No Demons. No Phoebe. No Magic. No Phoebe. No Whitelighters. No Phoebe !!! ... My life now is officially over ... kill me ... there is nothing to live for anymore ( I'm a good example for, why 'Say No to TV' in government adds ) ... *cries hysterically*

Even in the movie X-Men - The Last Stand, didn't give me anything to live for again ( drama, drama, drama ! ) ... So many people died ! Die ! Die ! Die ! That's all their good for ! I was going like "Noooooooooo !!!" each time a character dies. I hate the scriptwriter ! How dare he ruin the very foundation of X-Men !!!

-LaLaLaLaLaLa-

Tuesday. Haha ! What a funny day. The only sign of doomsday was at the cinema whilst watching X-Men 3, and that was on the movie screen ! Poor San Francisco, they're gonna need lotsa moolah to get that city up and running again !

Yesterday was my parents anniversary. 20 years. They celebrated it at The Perdana Lake Club ( God knows where it is ? The last time I went there was when I was in Form 1 ! ). The food was great. The company was horrible. Only all of my dad's friends were invited ! How much fun did you think I had ?

After the dinner, they all adjourned to the bar where children below 18 years of age can't enter. Guess who had to take care of my sis, bro and my dad's friend's child ? ... 3 guesses ?!

I hate running around after children. That other child was a pain too. He had so many allergies, the one place where we could hang out was the one place his allergies got the better of him. We spent the next 3-4 hours in the lobby listening to them play "I spy with my little eye ..." ( at this point, I could feel my brain melt and seep out through my ears )

My parents had a great time ( we left Lake Club at 1.30am )

I forgot to mention my aunt, who is a nun, was there to ! She was cracking jokes about nuns, priests and God. Irony.

*my post deleted itself earlier ... lost all hope to type again ... now it's back ... what the ... ???*

-conRad-

SSssssssshhhhhh .... ! I'm Studying la !

Its funny that I can lose the mood to blog during the holidays. I seem to blog much more often when there is school !

The pass three days and two nights I have been home alone. My grandmother left to Rawang whilst my parents, sister and brother left for Malacca leaving me home alone to take care of my damn dog, Lucky. Since we had a dog ( my grandmother's idea ), going on trips are troublesome as someone has to stay home to look after Lucky. Lucky is an extremely fierce dog who can't be taken care of by anyone but my family.

So, from Wednesday till Friday evening, I was home alone. Being home alone isn't as all it's hyped up to be. I had to do all the housework. Sweeping, cleaning, washing.

Lucky is an extremely idiotic dog who follows me everywhere I go. He even waits outside the bathroom door when I am bathing, he whines when left alone and annoys the life out of me !

I didn't feel lonely when I was home alone ( I guess I can stay away from anyone). Nights didn't seem sinister at all, infact, all my normal qualms/paranoia at night were surprisingly non-present ! I thought the biggest problems I might face would be at night ?!

I even managed to go to tuition on Thursday and come home without any worries or regret ! I got side tracked on my way to tuition on Friday. Sonia, Sham and I had lunch at the Royal Selangor Club before tuition. We reached there a bit late and the food came very late, maybe we should have ordered a few dishes only. Our eyes were bigger than our stomachs I guess ... We never went for tuition. At our table, in front of everyone, Sonia and I made a pact that we would not miss tuition in the coming week !

Yesterday was rather fun, although we ( Sonia, Sham and I ) were supposed to go rock climbing at 1 Utama in Camp 5, but that didn't happen because it was rather expensive for me at this time. We decided to go some other time, and bring along more friends too.

At 1U, we caught The Da Vinci Code. I didn't really like how they changed some parts of the book. Many small details were altered and that didn't impress me. I felt the ending was a tad offensive ( but superb if you discount the religious implication it made ). Throughout the whole movie, Sonia kept asking all kinds of questions ... Why is it like that Conrad ? ... What do they mean Conrad ? ... Why did she do that Conrad ? ... Who is this Conrad ? .... Conrad ! Conrad ! Conrad !

We ate at Waffle World for breakfast, at Thai Nudle House for lunch, and at Starbucks for no reason at all. We ate so much ....

We also took a tour in camp 5 to find out more about rock climbing. I saw a guy and I'm positive it was Ashraf Sinclair but Sonia said it wasn't because Sham said that guy works there ! I noticed all the people who work there have a uniform and that look-a-like ( It is him ! ) wasn't wearing the uniform. Sonia was practically drooling at the guy who was giving us the tour. I have to admit, he was handsome. But, the way he talked sounded really funny, like he took too much sleeping pills and his tongue seemed to have slept off !

Today was surprising ! After Mass at Holy Rosary and breakfast at Brickfields, my dad made a promise to me, my sis, and my brother on the way home. According to him, if I get straight A's in STPM I would a get a car of my own ( either a Myvi, Gen2 or a second hand Mercedes ! ... I chose the Myvi ) and a handphone of my choice. I acually made a pact with my mum that I would only want a handphone. My sis, if she did well too, she would get a new handphone and my brother was promised any toy that he would like. I was shocked ! A car ? Wow !

What the ... ? I should be studying for those 4 A's ! ...

-conRad-