How many dang tests do they want us to go through?! On the first day of the week and there are a few tests waiting for you. Well, I'm still stuck with the flu, but it's already much better, only a slight cough now and then and a slightly blocked nose. We went to KFC near school after school today. I got myself a Meltz set (vegetables, tacos and chicken chunks in a piece of folded pita bread) which costed me approximately RM9. At first we were to go to a shop where it's curry's very nice, but then we couldn't find it so we wandered around and argued almost continuously over what we should eat. some of us wanted to eat vegetarian, some wanted to eat pastries. To take care of the conflict, we finally decided on KFC.
It's Tuesday and there's pasar malam (night market) today! Yay! Before that, I bathed Sir Duke Lancelot aka Latte Shoopuf (my American Cocker) and trimmed the fur hanging from his ears as they were always getting in his food and water and they get dirty easily, and the fur tends to get tangled very easily. Well, it went rather well, except a tiny pinch on his ear with the barber's layering scissors which made him growl and shake like mad. After a while of comforting, I got his ear back over the wastepaper basket (to catch the cut fur) and finished up the job. After vacuuming the floor of all fur and bathing (to wash off all the fur that made me feel like a puppy myself), I had a rather short nap on the three-seater downstairs till my mum came back from work. She told us that we were going to pasar malam after dinner. We ate dinner, got ready then set out on foot. As we made our way past the bustop, I saw a figure which looked like a teenage boy. I thought, 'He should be a Form 1 student.' Then I looked more carefully (it was quite dark already) at the sillouhette looking at me and I realized that it was HIM! He was wearing a black cap, blue shirt and dark blue bermudas I think (I told you, it was dark and I was too nervous to look at him for too long). While I was just starting to savour the moment, my sister pushed me forward saying that my aunt was behind and moving toward us, and we would like to have as little to do with her as possible. But he was just so cute...
I like rock music, especially Japanese rock because they can mix lots of instruments together and although it sounds a llittle noisy, I sounds really nice. And since most of my 'idols' and my favourite songs (which were performed by my 'idols', who will be posted on my other blog, vanilla-no-yume.bs.com) involve guitars and electric guitars, I decided to take up the electric guitar, with my parents' consent, that is. My sis took me to Endah Parade to check out the guitar prices and also to get some comics. We got to the music store, the girl there told us that a really basic guitar cost RM140++, while the electric guitar promotion set cost RM560++ (including the guitar itself, the guitar bag/case and the amplifier). She also told us that it would be better to learn the classical guitar first because it would be easier to move to the accoustic or electric. After thanking her, we made our way to the comic shop, which was not open yet, so we went to McDonald's for lunch. I had a Spicy Chicken McDeluxe set while my sister had a beef burger. Halfway through eating, we saw my sister's ex-stalker boyfriend. It seemed that he followed her from school after basketball practice all the way home and asked why didn't she tell him that she had basketball practice. The way he acted gave me the impression that he was trying so show my sister that he was doing fine and thriving without her. Well, somehow guys can't be trusted so much. After lunch we got back to the comic shop, got some comics then made our way home. We bathed, our sister came back, she bathed and started to practice on her recorder (the thing something like a flute) till evening. After dinner, she still went on practicing. It's driving me CRAZY!!! On top of that, the flu turned into a cough. I got the anime 'Air Gear' from my friend today. Its about this boy Ikki and his journey to be the best with ATs (Air Treks, a kind of motor powered skates that lets you 'fly'). It does have moral like friendship, etc but in a way its kinda vulgar.
We planned my friend's birthday today. Her fatherhad booked a room in Neway Karaoke, Berjaya Times Square, and the birthday was to be celebrated there. We, well, I planned to make a cake for her (please note that this is my first time making a cake by myself). I asked what cake she wanted among my mum's famous kuih lapis (layer cake), a normal sponge cake with butter cream, a strawberry shortcake, walnut cake and others. She chose the walnut cake. I personally really like the walnut cake, but the recipe seemed rather complicated, and it involved a meringue. When I got home, I asked my mum for permission to go to Times Square with them even though I knew that the chances were slim, maybe 30% only, as Times Square was in the city. She rejected and ended the rejection with 'if you anything happens, its your funeral'.
The next day was the sending off of our 'beloved' headmistress who is retiring. It was really boring as she had lots to say about our grades, discipline, etc. And there were also other teachers who wanted to give speeches, but with HIM in view it wasn't as boring, but how much better it would be if I had a laptop with all my songs in it and I could connect some headphones to it and listen to my songs (please note that I have over 600 songs summing up to about 2.8GB, mostly Japanese and expanding). After that, we had about 2 hours in the classroom where we had our Chinese test. After the test, the real (?) ceremony of the sending off began. Our headmistress acted as if tears of emotion were pouring from her eyes, but when she passed us, I saw that her face was pristinely dry. Talk about crocodile tears. After school was over, a few of my friends and I stayed back as there was an interview for the applicants who applied to enter the Editorial Board of the school for the year. We waited for approximately 2 hours then our senior came to tell us that we could go home as there was too many of us and too little time. Well, one of my friends who stayed back for the interview with us went home while the others went to my friend's shop, picked her up then went to the bookstore nearby to ask the pricing of a few select DVDs (real people movies and anime). In the end we didn't ask for the price because we were both too chicken to just ask a couple of guys a couple of questions. We walked toward my house to make the cake, stopped by The Store nearby to get the walnuts and butter (we replaced the walnuts with hazelnuts as there were no walnuts available). We walked the rest of the journey to my house. When we got back, we rested for a while then started making the cake. In the process, I broke my mum's plastic mixing bowl. xP The meringue took 1 hour as the egg white and sugar had to be whipped will stiff and it was you-turn-the-bowl-over-and-it-stays-in-the-bowl stiff. By any means we made the cake successfully, well almost, because I used the inappropriate baking tin. Instead of using the normal cake tin, I used the layer cake tin. Therefore, I made four black cookies on the bottom of my oven. After that, we transferred the cooled hazelnut cake into a container so that my friend could take it home and make the words.. Well then, in a way they convinced my mum that it was safe to go to Times Square. Millions of thanks to them because its the first time I've been to Times Square with friends and the first time going for karaoke.
I woke up at 8.45am the next morning, cleaned up and waited for my friend to arrive. I waited till 10am, which was the time she arrived. I took her around the house, got ready then went downstairs to wait for the others to come pick us up. (I wore an empire waist summer dress then my mum said it was too exposing, so I changed into a pair of jeans with a long T-shirt, those large ring earrings, a crucifix for my third ear piercing, very light make up). My friend's mum dropped us off at the LRT station in Bukit Jalil. We met up with the rest of the gang there. We got our tickets, went to the platform and waited for the train to come. Meanwhile, everyone in the gang was teasing me, calling me 'mummy' because of the earrings I think, and I was lucky not to wear the dress as everyone else was dressed rather casually. We got off at station Hang Tuah, made our way on foot there and went shopping for a short while before we went for karaoke. On the way, we passed by the main branch of i-SOCKS in the building. The gothic-lolita outfits looked so nice, and there were The GazettE posters in there to promote the outfits. Oh, how I hope that I get a job soon, earn money and thrive on life while I'm still young (I'm thinking to highlight my hair dark blue, dark purple and magenta, then get my eyebrow and lip pierced, a few extra piercings on the ears, and maybe a few tattoos to cover the scars on my back xP). We successfully made our way to Neway Karaoke. We were led to our room, we ordered our food, picked our songs and sang our hearts out. Technically speaking, that was the best time of my life so far, so many heartfelt thanks to all my friends who gave me this chance. We sang till about 4.30pm (I told my mum that I would be back at approximately 4pm), then went to take the kind of photo stickers where you take it in a booth at a fixed price. The birthday girl's dad came to pick us up at approximately 6.15pm. It was about 6.30pm when I got home and I got a brief scolding from my mum. It's lucky she doesn't know what I bought because she would more or less kill me for it (I bought the Japanese version Hana Kimi DVD).
That's it. i'm now listening to 'Private Emotion' by Ricky Martin featuring Meja (pronounced may-ha).
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