sunday morning

it's been more than a month and finally...

i'm blogging!!
and this time i'm determined not to make any spelling mistakes.

first... [this is for esther]
EAGLES BEAT THE SWANS!!!

second, it's the school holidays, and i went to sleep at 9 last night. i completely conked out after work. i was so tired. and then i got a fever. this always happens during the holidays. i've found that every time the holidays come around, i get sick. i didn't even eat a proper dinner *sniff*

working at the royal show is interesting. i get to go in for free everyday. but it means i miss church and youth for a week because it takes so damn long to commute everyday. but the bosses are nice, and we get free lunch. there's also lots of really great pictures to take, if only i could remember to bring my camera...

i'm desperately trying to remember what's happened in the last month since i've blogged. obviously nothing very important, since i can't remember. there's all this hype about the upcoming dinner dance at school, and i don't know why. ok, so it's somewhere fancy, and you get a nice dinner.. but beyond that, the only thing you have left to do is...... camwhore and dance. my mum can cook great dinners too.

oh yeah, rick told me steve irwin died. i thought he was bullying me again. then i saw the news. and steve irwin actually died. how crap.

things i want to do: play soccer and badminton [again]. we played soccer during care group last week, and i realized that even if i can't kick straight, i can still run around like a headless chicken and get in everybody's way. and at least i kick straighter than kavan who "accidentallÿ" kicked his penalty shot right into my face. good thing my body can work faster than my brain and a broken face was avoided.

played baddy with the guys at school last week too. they don't like playing with the girls, sexist boys. i can see why though, sometimes i don't like playing with the girls too. i can't play as well as them, but boys think they know everything better than girls, and they can't lose. idiots. half of them don't even know how to score properly. [thank you to all those people from church who taught me how].

i want to go for family night on friday. it's been a year since i've had mooncake XD. sigh.

then again, it's been three years since i've been back to Malaysia, so i guess i can wait a while longer.

my mum just touched my head and i have a fever again. she told my sister "that silly girl in there doesn't even know she has a fever". reminded me of the time i had a fever so bad i didn't know i had it. because when i touched my head, it felt cold, but then i realized that it only felt cold cause my hands were really, really, really hot. i feel ok though, so maybe my brain's already been fried to the max. i don't even feel hungry.

mum's just found the panadol. hurray for me. she's also determined to force some food down my throat now. i'm really not hungry. i need a doctor.

i got my AMC results back the other day. [AMC is a math competition in the form of a math test. you're comepting with people in the same year in the same state]. right after i came out of the paper, í knew i'd crapped it up. i seriously thought i would get a credit. not participation, cause i know i answered some right. but i thought it was credit for me. [PRIZE is the highest award, then HIGH DISTINCTION, DISTINCTION, CREDIT, then PARTICIPATION]

turns out i got 62 points. out of 120. i was in the same division last year, and i managed to get 66. i got a distinction, and i was so freaking happy. i mean, people around me are getting HDs, and i was so happy with my distinction. i see a pattern evolving with my results though...
year 8: prize
year 9: HD
year 10: D
do we want to know what i'll get in year 11, and then year 12?

the other day me, amy, and ee wah were talking. and i can't remember what i said, but i used a word with four syllables. might have been "mitsubishi", but i can't remember. anyway...

amy: WHOA, mitsubishi *counts syllables with fingers*'. that's a huge word.
me: err... ok...
*we continue talking for a while, but ee wah is unusually quiet*
ee wah: *suddenly* HIPPOPOTAMUS*
amy: WHOA, HIPPOPOTAMUS *counts syllables*. THAT'S FIVE SYLLALLALALALABLES. WHOAAA!!!
ee wah: *smugly* what about hippopotamusES
amy: WHOA!!!!

yes, these are my friends.