Howling at the New Moon

  Oh, I posted this on my class blog. Since I can’t post Nuffnang advertisement on my own blog, that’s why I’m not the “special” member and I can’t join the contest but I really wanted to watch New Moon, so I just post it up. The contest requires me to blog about the reason why I love the Twilight Saga. And since I already typed it, so why not repost it here, where it rightfully belongs, right? So, here goes…

  You’re asking a hormonal teenage girl why she loves the Twilight saga? That’s like asking a guy why he likes Megan Fox. There’s no particular reason, we’re just going with the “trend”. But if you want me to list the reasons out, I can think of a few.

  First off, you have this average looking girl call Bella who scores 2 unbelieveably hawt guys just because she smells good. Well, that gives hope to all the teenage girls out there. The book sent this message, “Girls, no matter how unattrractive you are, as long as you have the right fragrance, vampires and warewolves will flock to you.” Now, this can really boost a girl’s ego, so that’s why we all love the saga, not only me.

  Secondly, there’s Edward Cullen, nuff said. He is the perfect guy, so perfect that he doesn’t even have pimples. He is part Johnny Depp (the hair), part Jude Law (the Brit charm), and a direct descendant of James Dean (cult icon), all in all, he’s HAWT. Okay, maybe I was describing Robert Pattinson, but who cares. Edward is this vampire who always stares at me at Bella with his smoldering gaze and watches Bella sleeps and protects her from everything. Isn’t he just the perfect husband? Not boyfriend though, will explain in another paragraph. Oh, and did I mention that he’s very wealthy? Actually Edward Cullen is the SOLE reason why girls flock to the cinema, and he is the 2nd reason why I love this saga.

  Thirdly, we have Jacob Black. He is literally warm and fuzzy, with his body temperature and warewolf fur. Now, HE is the perfect boyfriend because he knows how to have fun, take risks, and he fights for what who he wants too! Unlike Edward, who always gives up easily and is overly protective. So, there are 2 choises for the gals, if you got bored with the first guy, then you can still swoon over the other guy, isn’t it great? How could you not like the saga?

  Okay, I realise I’ve only mention the characters of the book, so now I’ll continue with this, the movie. Have you seen the trailer? The CGI effects are so cool. Not Transformers or G.I.Joe cool, but certainly cool enough for a romance movie with a tight budget. And there’s also the on screen chemistry between the cast, unlike Harry Potter cast.

  Okay, I’m not gonna lie and compliment Stephenie Meyer’s writing, but damn that lady has one great horny fantasy. And also the book teaches you about abstinence and say “Tak Nak” to premarital sex. This is all parents’ dream! So, while people like me indulge in this guilty peasure, parents do not need to worry, too! So, this is definitely a plus. Lol.

  So, I really do hope this post is good enough to score me a couple of those preview screening passes to swoon over Robert Pattinson. =D  

 

The Search For Something More

  Okay, I’m gonna dedicate this post to everyone out there who has a sense of curiosity. Since it’s November, and New Moon will be out in theaters in a few weeks time, I’m gonna post a few questions regarding the book/movie that were always in my mind but can’t seem to find an answer.

  Firstly, everyone watched the trailer, right? Okay, watch it if you haven’t, it looks so much better than Twilight. Anyway, I just want to ask, is it scientifically possible to have someone to bleed so much in such a short time just from a paper cut? It looks dubious to me. What do you think?

  Secondly, Jasper (Jackson Rathbone) is this vampire who is not as strong as the others in fighting their will to suck people’s blood, right? So, I was wondering, why doesn’t he attack anyone in school who got their monthly visit from their friends? I mean, in the cafeteria part of the first book, Jasper was supposedly VERY VERY hungry, with black eyes and everything, and the school has about what, 500 students? So don’t tell me none of the girls have their period on that day. Am I right? So, can anyone explain this to me???

  Thirdly, hmmm…. I don’t think I have a third. If I do, then I’ll add in. But I can’t think of any right now because it’s 1.20am right now. Sleep time. Hope I can dream about Robert Pattinson tonight. =)

 

My Echo, My Shadow and Me

  I submitted an article to The Star around 5 months ago. Then, 2 Thursdays ago (yes, this post is almost a week late), I got an email from the editor of StarMag, a pullout of The Star, the people’s paper, the largest in terms of circulation in Malaysia. The editor asked whose songs are these “I wanna make love right now nana” and “So what? I’m still a rock star”. I checked my mail on a Friday morning, but I couldn’t tell anyone that the editor actually emailed me and that my article MIGHT get published, because One: It would be pretty embarrassing if it didn’t happen. Two: I wasn’t supposed to use the computer because I kinda got grounded. Anyway, I replied immediately that there are Akon and Pink’s songs respectively, and by Saturday morning I got another email from a lady, saying, “thanks for the prompt reply, your article will be published in this Sunday’s StarMag under the Hear & Soul section. I almost screamed, ALMOST. The first person I told about this was one of my juniors who I’m not even that close with. Well, that was because she was right beside of me!

  That Sunday morning, I surfed The Star’s website and went to their archive. Since I didn’t know what the title of my article was, (I didn’t provide them one), so I typed “Trecia Tan” in the “author” section. And what do you know, I have my very own page! And my article was titled “Weird, but so dad”. Yes, it was about my dad.

  In the article, I wrote about how old people (specifically, my dad) shouldn’t be singing songs of my generation because it’s really embarrassing. The fact that the editor needed to ask me who sang the famous songs I mentioned in the article showed that he is a normal old dude. And he kinda proved my point! xD

  My friends asked me how much did I get for writing in, the fact is, I don’t really know. I wrote in because I wanted to, not because of the money (but if there is, I won’t complain). When I bought the newspaper, and read my words which were published on black and white, it gave me a sense of thrill, a sense of awe, a sense of happiness. Do you know how awesome it felt to have thousands of strangers reading your work? And the feeling I felt inside was indescribable when I saw the byline, the 3 little words, “by Trecia Tan”. Okay, this may seem like a small thing to columnists and writers and journalists, but hey, I’m only 15, gimme a break will ya! The first time I got something published was 5 years ago, when I wrote something about my brothers. It was an essay I wrote in Mandarin, and the weekly Chinese magazine/paper paid me RM4. That was nothing compared to this! This is a NATIONAL newspaper, for god’s sake.

  The few comments I’ve gotten so far were, “What’s wrong with singing to the Beatles?!”, “You’re pure evil for ‘back-stabbing’ your dad.”, “So, is that why your dad is half bald? Because he kept bobbing his head?”, “Woah!” and some other which sounded all the same. And a girl from Uruguay even tweeted me a “congrats”. How cool is that?

  Anyway, I’m just glad my dad didn’t have negative comments or anything, he just said that my article is “nonsense” but I swear that what I wrote is all true, my brother can be my witness! Haha. So, if you haven’t read it yet, click here!

 

AAR Concert Pt.1

  Here’s the VERY long post about the All American Rejects concert held by Digi Music Unlimited on the 31^st of October 2009. I promised that I would blog about it, so here it is! This is the very first concert I’ve ever attended, so of course it’s a huge deal.

  My cousin, my brother and I reached the concert venue at around 3.20pm. It was scorching hot. And the gate won’t be open until after 5pm but the line was already very long. So we took turns waiting in line but thank god my cousin had an umbrella in her car. So we didn’t get sunburns after all. The 2 hour wait was quite interesting. Long story short, a pervert kept lurking behind of my cousin, trying to get a peek of my cousin’s boobs. A 16 year old gal who looks like 14 was trying to hit on my brother (okay, she didn’t really make a move, but it was kinda obvious the way she stood so closed to him) and we drank 2 cups of horrible Milo (the cheapest drink there), and we ate ice-creams.

  When the gate opened, those rude people cut the damn line, and we (my friends already joined our group at the time) almost died of suffocation even before we got into the entrance. But, alas we made it, or else you wouldn’t be reading this. And when the wind blows, everyone sighed with pleasure at the same time. I don’t understand why some morons wore jackets. And there was this one dude who kept saying “touch someone’s butt” in monotone for like 7 times. That place was full of weirdoes I tell ya. Oh, and since we were stuck at the same place for a while, so we cam-whored, like duh.

  So, when we got in, (I felt a lil guilty saying this) I ditched my friends to go to the meet & greet counter to collect my pass. After that, I got separated from them, so my brother, cousin and I just squeezed into the 2^nd row on the right side of the stage. At that time, our bottle of water was already empty, so we tried not to talk too much, which was a really stupid plan.

  The concert started at 7pm, it was opened by this Malay dude called Ekun or something, and he sang a cover of MCR’s “Teenagers”. Then, Ean and Natalie from Hitz.fm came out (they’re the emcees) and tried to make us scream and shout without a reason. When one of the local band, Disagree started to perform, my semi retarded friend kept texting me, asking me to go to the VIP area because that was where my other friend (who haven’t arrive yet, btw) would be giving us the VIP passes. Well, the thing is, my place was more front then the VIP section, the only good thing about the VIP section was it was a platform, therefore, it was higher than the rest. But the semi retarded friend kept texting and texting, telling me to go to the “Hitz area”, which is at the top left corner of the stage, and I was at the top RIGHT corner. So, I crawled and crawled and crawled out of the sea of people and finally got to the Hitz Area after 10 minutes and lots of cussing from other people. And I asked the guard rather politely, “Excuse me, do you know where’s the Hitz Are?” And guess what he said? He said, I am standing right at the Hitz area, it was supposed to be the OTHER VIP area, but it was opened to the public now. WTF, right? So I texted my semi retarded friend and she said that she is now at the right side at the stage, where the crowd was smaller, MY ORIGINAL SPOT, and she said in her text, “I am very comfortable here.” So, I started cussing and swearing and kicking the ground and all those four letter words came out and the Indian dude kept staring at me but I couldn’t give a damn. So, when I squeezed to the right side of the stage,  this time, I was behind of the VIP platform. So I texted her AGAIN, “I’m at the (one and only) staircase of the VIP platform already, So where the F are you?” And her reply was short, it was just a “go to the railing”. It was a PLATFORM for God’s sake. There are 4 freaking railings. Then I FINALLY found her, and she said the so called VIP passes she got from the other dude were for the Hitz Area, which is freaking open to the public! So, from my original spot, I squeezed to the left, and then squeezed to the right, and then I found out I don’t have any VIP pass at all. So, do you think it is wrong for me to call her semi retarded? The one and only reason why I didn’t kill her there and then was because she gave me a bottle of water, which I needed very badly and drank finished half in a gulp. By then, Pop ShuvIt already took the stage and it was starting to drizzle. So, I squeezed back to my original spot, with my brother and cousin, and remained there till the end of the concert.

  Okay, back to topic. I’ll skip all those local band stuff because I wasn’t really paying attention because there were these 2 fat sisters in front of us and one of them danced like there’s no tomorrow. My brother was so afraid that she would step on his feet while a few strands of her hair got into my cousin’s mouth. Lol. Oh, and there were LOTS of people who used the noise sticks Digi gave out at the main entrance. And lemme tell ya this. Those things are useless, when you bang them together, it’s super loud and super noisy and because it’s kinda huge, they blocked other people’s views. Some people are just plain idiotic. I mean, who created these kind of things? I know for a fact that Digi gave those out during David Archuleta’s showcase early this year, too! Even Tyson Ritter think that those things are for morons, I mean, he didn’t say it out, but he didn’t get what are those for, too. I’ll explain later.

  So, according to the schedule, AAR was supposed to go on stage at around 9pm. But by 9.40pm, people started boo-ing because well, it was really stuffy, and they kept repeating the same advertisement about Music Unlimited over and over again. I can even memorise the playlist!

  Then, when the lights started to dim, the crowd went wild. Chris Gaylor came out from behind the curtain and immediately broke into the beat of Move Along. A pretty good song to start with, me thinks, since that was the “theme song” for Digi. Then, the rest of the band members came out from their respective “hiding places” and the crowd went even wilder. Yes, that was still possible! I was taking videos with my camera phone at that time, and it was very shaky, not because I was jumping around, but because everyone was pushing me forward, which I was really thankful for because I was even MORE closer to the stage, but I got molested even more times. Tyson Ritter was dressed up as a native American, with the hat and everything. The feather hat was huge, it was a wonder it didn’t topple over. Mike Kennerty came over to my side of the stage while Nick Wheeler was on the other side. =(

  The next song was Falling Apart. It was really awesome, when he sang “I’m on my knees”, he litterally got down and there were more screams from the gals. They only paused for a while during the song change, so before everyone caught their breath back, we were screaming once again. Tyson interacted with the audience before he started the 3^rd song. These were his EXACT words, just add in shrieks and screams a lil here and there.  Tyson kept the crowd going by saying, “so how are you feeling tonight baby? (screams) You’re the coolest crowd I’ve ever seen in my life. (screams) If you’re feeling good tonight say yeah. (yeah) If you’re feeling so good that you can’t even say a word say eh eh arr (eh eh arr). You know what that spells don’t you? (the crowd was a little slow, they didn’t get it at first) Say AAR! (AAR) Oh my god you are the sexiest crowd I have ever seen. (screams) I’ve got a question for you people, can I tell you something dirty? (screams + shrieks) I’ve been keeping it so long to myself. I just want to know if I can tell you something dirty. (more screams) Happy Halloween where we’re from by the way. That’s why I’m dressing up like this authentic native American tonight. Chris, gimme a little bit of those war drum beat. Gimme some of those…. (Chris did it then there were more screams as Tyson danced to the beat) Haha. Oh, that’s not I wanna tell you though. That’s not the dirty thing I was going to tell you. Do you want me to tell you something dirty? (screams) I want to hear you say dirty. (dirty) Oh. Say dirty little. (dirty little) Now all of you say dirty little. (dirty little) What do you think comes next bitches?!” Everyone was jumping around when Dirty Little Secret was on. Serioslty, I’ll try to find a way to post up all the videos….

(to be continued…)

 

AAR Meet & Greet

  I’m writing this now because this whole ordeal is still fresh in my mind. And this is the most exciting night of my life!

  As you all know, okay, maybe you don’t, but I like to start my paragraph like that. Ok, as you all know, I celebrated Halloween by rocking out to the All American Rejects’ tunes. This was my first ever concert, so of course I was excited. Anyway, I’ll blog about the whole concert thing another time, if I ever have the chance. But this post is ALL about the meet and greet session. Yes, it gets it’s very own post.

  After the concert, 34 lucky fans (including me) went to the backstage area. By then, it was 11pm and I’ve been standing and jumping for six hours straight, so of course I was tired and thirsty. I almost died of dehydration but thank god my semi retarded friend (will explain in another post) bought me a bottle of water.

  Anyway, we were devided into 3 groups. Each with around 11 people or so. While we were lining up, AAR and their entourage came out from their trailer and all hell broke loose! Everyone was screaming like hormornal teenagers seeing the Jonas Brothers. Tyson looked like he was limping, and he was wering a fedora. I did took a video. But since it’s in 3gp format, I need some thingy to change the properties or whatever those tech geek stuff, which I’m not good at.

  The first group went in the white tent after Tyson and the gang and the group came out 2 minutes later. Next was my group. The first thing I saw when I got into the white tent was the 4 band members (Tyson Ritter, Nick Wheeler, Mike Kennerty and Chris Gaylor) standing against a “wall”. Y’know, those photoshoot kind, but this is just plain white, if I remember correctly. To be honest, everything passed by so quickly, TOO quickly. I don’t remember most of the “important” tiny details normal people would usually pay attention to! Like what are they wearing, how many people are in the tent, how big is the tent… blah blah blah.

  Anyway, I immediately stood between Tyson and Nick, the 2 hot guys in the band. I’ve had a crush on Nick since I started liking AAR’s songs. I kept looking up at him, straining my neck to the limit. He is sooo tall, or maybe I’m just too short, and he looks so much better in person, he’s not too photogenetic, I gotta admit, because he is really really handsome in the flesh.

  Only the “professional” photographer got to take the group photo, we weren’t allowed to use our own camera because that would take a long time. I was kinda devastated because the gal in front of me sorta block my shot. But I think I tip-toed in time, I hope.

  After the group photo, the “security guards” tried to shove all of us out of the tent. But I instinctively took out a poster of them and a green stabilo pen from my bag. I pasted the poster on a cardboard as the base, and I wrapped the cardboard with wrapping paper to make it look pretty last night. The base helped a lot when they signed the poster, I’m good at this planning thing. I asked Nick to sign it and he did it in a sec, I turned to Tyson, but the security guard already put his filthy hands on my shoulders, trying to pull me away, so I said, “Tyson, can you sign this, please, please!” He looked at me with his intense gaze, wide-eyed with confusion, then he finally understood when he saw the poster, so when he took the pen, the guard kinda let me go for awhile, so I said, “you can sign at your shirt (in the poster)” and he followed my “instuctions”!! He gave it back to me and kinda half-smiled. The rest of the details are all a blur, I coudn’t even remember Chris and Mike’s exsistance! Before I leave, I gave Nick a letter I wrote this afternoon. It was addressed to AAR. I tried to tell him what was that all about and he was straining his ears, asking, “huh?” but the security guard succesfully pushed me out. The starting of the letter was, “I’ve got a feeling that I won’t get the chance to tell you this during the meet and greet session due to time constraints…”. And again, I planned well, I already knew this was gonna happen! But when I was leaving, I saw the face of a gal who wanted Tyson to sign her limited edition T-shirt and she was waiting for my pen! She has that miserable look on her face, but the guilt I felt didn’t last long as I was bragging to my cousin and brother (who were waiting for me outside) in a jiffy.

  Oh, if you’re looking for pictures of the signatures and the group photo, then that’s too bad because I’m using my cousin’s laptop now and I can’t upload the pics and the group photo will be uploaded on Digi’s website soon, I think. Anyway, it’s 2.40am now and the laptop’s battery is dying. So ta-ta!

PS: I wrote an “article” on my dad and it will be published in star mag, at the “Heart&Soul” section today, I think. Someone from The Star emailed me, saying that it’ll be published in this Sundays edition, so I’m guessing it’s today. So please check it out! I submitted it about 5 months ago, I myself almost forgot about this. Anyway, I need my sleep now, although I’m still very hyper. This is one of the best day of my life!

 

You’ve Dug Your Own Grave, Now Lie In It

  I can’t believe that just last week, I was one of the happiest teen on earth, and now, I’m grounded, bored, and emo….again.

  While practically everyone I know is aceing Physics and Chemistry, I got a big fat C. But, enough small talk about my horrible results. I just want to let you know that my mom has officially banned me from using the computer. And leisure reading will be banned soon, too. So, if I seem like I’m mourning to you, I truly am, for the death of my life. If you’re wondering why I could blog, that’s because my parents are not at home right now.

  Again, enough emo talk.

  I read finish Jodi Picoult’s “My Sister’s Keeper” last night. And I am truly dissapointed in her. Everyone was talking about how brilliant Jodi is as a writer and how almost everyone I know cried when they read the book. But, No, No, No, No. Maybe if you don’t have such high expectations on that book, then it could be a great read, but with the movie and the publicity, you would think that it’s going to be mind-blowing, right? But, again, No. I only got a bit teary-eyed at the ending, but I didn’t cry at all. This maybe a touching story, but it sure as hell did not touch me. It’s not that I don’t have a heart, people who knows me well would know that I cry easily, but never infront of people.

  Jodi Picoult tried to be ”artsy”. She kept messing with the timeline, what with the jumping backward and forward, and then with the different character’s point of view  in every chapter, when she could have make it more “sistematic” all along. She did that all on purpose, she wanted to make the readers feel like they are experiencing everything, but she ended up making me feel like I was in a time machine and undergoing a sex change all at once, being a middle age  father in a second, and a 13 year old gal in another. And that ain’t cool. 

  The ending in the book is a bit unexpected, so that could redeem what’s worth left of the story, but then she ended it quite abruptly I say. She has been dragging and dragging and dragging the whole time and when she reached the part where she’s supposed to drag, she didn’t. Wtf, right?

  Last night, I met a friend and she asked me, “you don’t like Jodi Picoult, right?” I was confused because I’ve never said anything like that before and this is the first time I’ve ever read anything by Jodi Picoult. She must have mistaken me for someone else. But now I can tell you this. If all of Jodi Picoult’s works are like this, then yes, I don’t like her.

  Anyway, I just hope that the movie will be much better.

  Oh, when I was typing this, Sean Murphy’s first music video has just been released. I think he sounds a bit gay, and he doesn’t have vocals at all, but you’ll be surprised if he becomes famous because of his body looks.

    

 

Believe Me, I’m Lying

  It’s been only three days and it feels like more than eternity. It’s like eating hard candy, no matter how long you licked it, it’ll still remain the same size, and alas, you need to either throw it away or keep it in the fridge so that it could rot in time, and ends up in the dump sooner or later. That’s how the past three days felt like.

  I have only gotten back a few of my results and they don’t seem to good. I got 0 marks for the first half of my Chinese essay because I was too stupid to understand what the instructions meant. 10 people (including me) got 0 marks. And I was the 4th lowest in my class. Tough luck or plain stupidity?

  And then I got 53 for my physics and moral studies. Dumb and dumber. How could anyone get such low marks for Moral Studies right? And don’t talk to me about physics. I worked hard, I truly did. But I only started working on this subject a week before the exam. I guess this proves that you can’t learn 4 chapters of Physics in 7 days, right? But this is all my fault, I was the one who wasn’t listening in class. But then again, I’ve never had any interest in science subjects before in my entire life…

  The only subject that I scored was English (like duh). I got 83 last term, and 82 this term.  I guess my English teacher didn’t like it when your essay is about a cheating boyfriend, especially when you’re barely 16.

  And now, my “holiday” is officially over. My mom was really dissapointed of my results. And this is even before I get back my Chemistry and Additional Mathematics results! My mom is already pestering me to start revising physics. My friends said that I’m stupid for telling her the bad news so early. But… I’m just not that good of a liar… So, it’s the beginning of the end for me… I know when people say that, it sounds really really cliche, but it really suits this moment best.

 And now, I can’t even play the Sims 3 I just installed. =(

 

Forever and Almost Always

  I got a text from my friend informing me that my former English tutor just passed away. She was in her early 40’s, and she was brought down by colon cancer. The horrible, big C .

  I wasn’t really sure how to react, to be honest. I wasn’t that close to her. Yes, her class was interesting. She loved to insult people, and she likes calling people names, too. I would wager that she was a bully back in her high school days. But because she always laughed at the end of every insults, and all of her insults were mostly true, we would laugh along with her and didn’t take any offence at all. She was like the teacher version of House (the TV character), always blurting out quirky one-liners and always full of sarcasm. One of her most memorable saying was, “Great minds think alike, and so do morons’”. I already knew a few months ago that she was in her last stage already, and I was sad about it. When she came back to school on teacher’s day, she was so much thinner than before but she was still as cheerful. And I took a picture with her for memory’s sake. Yes, I will remember her. But I’ll say it right here, right now, that I won’t miss her. No, I’m not being a jerk, I swear. But you gotta face it sometimes, we homo sapiens are good at one thing, we always move on, no matter what happens. 5 years from now, do you think you would miss Michael Jackson? No, you won’t, but you’ll remember him deep down your heart, reminiscence the good ole days when pop rocks. But I’ll tell you this, if you are those people who only listens o his songs after he kicked the bucket, you won’t miss him. I don’t care whether you’re calling me all the evil names you could possibly think of, but I just don’t give a damn.

  Life sinks, and you just gotta move on. Don’t miss anything or anyone from the past, you gotta let it go. But you need to remember them forever, or you might just lose your virtues…

  Yeah, yeah, I know I’m getting really philosophical. And it’s really tough to write this post, you don’t know how many times I needed to edited it because of the many present tense I used…

  “Don’t fall into the trap of nostalgia, The future will create new memories.” -Gavin DeGraw

“We don’t just move on without memory of the past. That is an idiots perspective. One without wisdom.” -Gavin DeGraw

 

One Million Billionth of a Millisecond on a Sunday Morning

  I am really stoked right now because Gavin Degraw just replied my tweet! Okay, he does that occasionaly, but Gavin Degraw is one of my favourite singers and the fact that he replied really made my day. Technically, he replied my tweet through Direct Message, that means only I can read it, but this makes it even more personal to me for some reason. You can only direct messge your followers and if you’re following each other. Yes, Gavin Degraw followed me. He is one of the few celebrities who actually cared enough to follow back his fans. Anyway, to prove that I wasn’t lying, here are the screen caps. Jealous, aren’t you?

  First, he tweeted this.

Then I replied his tweet. Obviously, I didn’t expect any reply from him.

  But of course he did, or else you wouldn’t be reading this. =D

  Then I replied back something stupid like “Looking forward to that day” and blah blah… So, I’m really high right now and can’t really concentrate at anything at all. Thank god my exams are over. Another day to remember for me. =D

 

Every Night is Another Story

    What happened in the next 24 hours

  My parents were hiking at Fraser’s Hill yesterday. This was their second trip there. Apparently this can boost your stamina or something and they need it so they can be better runners. Yack yack yack. They are all about running. Too bad they can’t really talk me into it.

  So my brother was the one who fetched me home after that field trip. When I was sitting at the bus stop waiting for him, there was this Indian lady who sat beside of me when there were obviously plenty of seats at the other side. She started talking to me, introduced herself as XXX (I forgot her name) and gave me a couple of magazines about prejudice and teen problems. She asked for my name and I said Trecia and she called me Sheesha from then onwards and I was too annoyed to correct her. I hate it when people talk to me while I am reading the newspaper. Just because I was reading The Sun at that time, she chose me as her next prey because the other boys on the other seats weren’t really the bookworm-ish kind of guys. She asked whether or not I’m Christian and I said No, my dad just loves to name his kids with english names but I don’t think she saw any humour in it. So, I was trying to be polite, listening to her while she was talking about her organization and blah blah blah and I pretended to flip the magazines and then my brother finally came and then I just shut her up with a Happy Deepavali and left the bus stop. Weird, huh?

  So I went home, used the computer for 4 hours til it was 7pm. And yes, I remembered to bathe! My brother drove us to a hawker centre to have dinner and we went to the cyber cafe upstairs to play Left4Dead. Again, stop the sexist remarks, girls love killing zombies, too you know! We went home at 9pm and my parents weren’t back yet. And then I used the computer for 2hours again when my parents finally came back. We had Krispe Kreme doughnuts for supper. I’ll burn off the fats one day, but not now. =) Oh, speaking of Krispe Kreme, the Sunway branch was opened last Thursday. My mom went to Sunway Pyramid at 5.45 am and there are already 50 people lining up. So my mom was the 51st customer and she we got 5 weeks of free (plain) doughnuts. So I’m expecting a doughnut for breakfast everyday.

  I read the book, The Hunger Games, until 3 in the dawn. At that time, I only have 100 pages left and the font is quite huge actually, so I didn’t really want to hit the sack until I read finish it. But again, you can’t fight nature, right? Not when you don’t have coke (coca-cola, I mean) or coffee to drink. So, I woke up at 7.45am and resume reading the book and I was done with it by around 9am. Yes yes, I know I’m a slow reader. The book isn’t that great, really, it’s a page turner, but the writing of the writer sucks. Seriously. She describes dresses and food pretty well but when it comes to fight scenes, she just barely touched the surface. I mean, this book is about 24 teenagers killing each other, so if you’re only good in writing about dresses, I advise you to stick with the chick-lit genre. And there are some loop holes in the plot, too! But the one thing about this book is that, it keeps you going on and no matter how bad it is, you would still want to read the sequel. (I heard that this is a trilogy) It’s like a more brutal version of Twilight.

  I ate a strawberry doughnut (the last of the 12 my mom bought) for breakfast. And two hours later, we went to my uncle’s (who is an Indian) house to celebrate Deepavali, or some call it Diwali. It was not really a celebration, we just went there and ate their food and that’s it. Oh, my aunt has this gym bicycle and my bro said that I won’t be able to burn of 50 calories because I’m fat. So I proved him wrong! And we did 100 calories each in the span of 7 to 9 minutes, after that, I almost felt like vomitting out the food I just had because I was really dizzy. And I fell asleep at the kitchen counter because I only had 10 hours of sleep in 2 days, which is a record because I usually sleep up to 10 hours a day during the holidays. Anyway, my cousins, my brother and I played some card games and then we went to our grandma’s house. Also, I borrowed my cousin’s book, Stephenie Meyer’s The Host. I just read 4 pages and I’m already confused as hell.

  So here I am, blogging about my day again. Life’s pretty boring, huh?