aLiCe’s w0rLd

when i was a small girl, the word "spm" was meant for big boys and big girls. spm was millions of miles away from me n i never think of the day preparing it. time fly so fast. after using the PTS book, i used UPSR book, then PMR book… finally, the SPM bookSSsss! stacks and stacks of books i bought to study, revise and practise. until one day, i finally realised, SPM is just around the corner and hell yeah, i hv been waiting for this day to come for 11 years of so called torturing in school. preparation of spm meant big to me. the society forced us to accept that spm is important for our future. i went to the library almost everyday and had tuition classes everyday for almost all the subjects, from maths to history and so much more! so, i felt that life is so boring and meaningless. but until the day before spm, i sat down and think, suddenly, all tuition classes ended, tmr will be the exam, m i well prepared? can i take another month of time to go back to tuition classes and school lessons to ask more n learn more from teacher? i started to tense up. everything is too late and the time must come when it had to. i used to think that spm is just another lame thing for the ministry to prove that they did something and someone told me its just as tiny as SPerM. the next morning when i woke up, gosh! this is the big day! mum woke me up, dad gave me angpao, sis even stick sticky notes on my bedroom door to gimme support and ya, my dog even poo on my bed to wish me luck. =D so when i reach school, i really cant think much but just to do some quick revise on bm. so day by day passed. frm nov12 to dec4. but luckily, we got funny examiners (invigilators). haha… some with batman and looney tunes tie, one with jack sparrow face, and one with funny act. i juz cant stop laughing while im having exam. there’s lot of funny things happened during exam. n i managed to disturb the teacher by asking him where is his batman tie. i even do imaginary bowling act with the other teacher n she showed me her imaginary football kick. again, time passed real fast. today is the last day of exam. feelings are complicated. right after i complete my last exam paper, i used the extra time to scribble my shoe with marker pen… lame but cool rite? hahaha… soon when teacher finish collecting the exam papers, everyone just cheer and i just cant stop saying merdeka. but when i was leaving the exam hall, tears rush out. feelings are getting more n more complicated. i thought i have been waiting for this day for a long time and i thought that this will be the time when freedom and happiness come. but when spm really finish, i realised everything change! i dun wan to lose my classmates. i will miss them n i feel real reluctant. suddenly, classmates bcum ex classmates, teachers bcome ex teachers, school bcum my old place, breaking the school rules bcame history and so do SPM! so, i guess i will miss my school uniform a lot! LOL… n also my school canteen.. however, i would like to wish all my frens, all the best ya, thr’s one more day we need to wait… results! alrite.. take care frens =D 5S2 still rock hard after all. xoxo

on this beautiful moning, after many hours of lingering on the bed, the pig finally woke up. once she, i mean I la! once i woke up, i saw there’s some web on my wall, so i switch on my vacuum cleaner to suck off those spider’s house coz im too selfish to share my room with em.

i’ve been vacuuming my room for 3 days, uh huh, 3 days! i tot that today after vacuuming those web on the wall, there will be the end of my adventure with the vacuum cleaner. coz my room is so clean!

i was so happy on this morning when i was vacuuming the last part of my wall… i didnt care much as i vacuum with the fan switching on. then, here the incident began!!

the nozzle of the vacuum cleaner is on the ceiling la (whr the web is). then SUDDENLY, i accidentaly hit the moving fan with the vacuum’s long long tube. then the long long tube hit my cocacola collection which are situated on top of my window panel. then 3 bottles of em drop on the rug on the floor. loud noise - "bang! bang! bang!", followed by glass-breaking - "plee-ang-plee-ang", followed by my scream - "ahhhhhhh!"

i was too blur to think. whole floor is pieces of glass, even on my bed, my hi-fi component and my toilet. ish! my cola!! my priceless cola!! i was so reluctant to drink it as i want to keep the whole thing as my collection! but finally, my rug drink it!

the whole floor is full of pieces of glass and coke. i cant sweep the floor and mop the floor either. i dunno wad to do n mum was not at home, so i sms my dear, he told me to use cloth to pick up. at 1st i was blur coz those glasses are too tiny for me to pick up. but however, i get a hankerchief n sweep the floor. phew.. that was a troblesome job! i thought i can rest after vacuumin the wall, who knows? i hv to do extra.. ish and damn rite?

3 bottles drop n 1 bottle manage to survive!! *clapping*

subtitle : a coke’s life

i was born in a factory n i dunno who is my dad n who is my mum. i nvr know the process of making a baby instead of making ahemm… i was filled with gas. one day, a crazy lame gurl took me home n placed me on top of her window panel. she nvr knew im afraid of heights. i stood on the window panel for many years. then one day, suddenly a vacuum cleaner tube hit me! n i fall from the window panel to the floor. i died. wad an innocent life. died without drank by human.. RIP

ok.. continue with the incident. sigh… i used up my beautiful morning juz to sweep the floor… =(

see the mess???

finally….

i finish gathering all the glasses…

i guesss… i finish laming d…

tata…

RIP of the coke

i was so boring that no one talk to me n accompany me… so i took out an eyeliner pen, then i started to draw eyeline on my right eye. everything gone so well n my right eye looks so gothic…

then.. suddenly something pop up in my mind. i closed my left eye, then i started to draw an EYE on my left eyelid. yea! eye lid.. LOL

then i started to darken my drawing and then i put on some white colour eye shadow so that certain area on my lft eyelid really looks like the eyeball… when i finish drawing everything… it looks weird..

so suddenly pop up in my mind again. i get a fake eyelash… then i stick it on top of my drawing! got cha! it looks like an eye now!

i cant wait to show it to everyone in my house. i showed my sis and her bf, both of them almost get fainted. they just dun understand how my imagination got so far n y m i this crazy…

then i ran downstair to show my mum… she get so fed up. she said, "i dun understand y r u so crazy? u r crazy perfectly!"

LOL!!!

then i showed dad.. dad juz shook his head.. guess he used to it…

want to c how my left eye look like???

TADAA!!!

thx for reading my LAme eye blog…

i finish laming d..

tata

xoxo