Despite the fact that I have chem SPA tomorrow and am dying to get back to my notes and save myself from more failure (failed chem lect test by 1/2 mark), I am here blogging. Because I have something to say that should not be left to another time when my mood to write about intended topic has worn off.

Today is my birthday. And it has been wonderful. Really amazing. It's the fact that a whole lot of people remembered. You know how you sometimes get pangs of depression? I get that on a regular basis. During times like that, I start to feel like I'm useless and in fact, nobody would care if I disappeared off the face of this earth. But today. TODAY proved how much I should be grateful, because I have people who cared enough to make my birthday such a special event for me.

The birds. Well, they have been the best. They were the ones who made my 16th birthday fantabulous, an occasion which I'd thought back then would be unparalleled. Of course this year... they'd proven that they could make it even better. I got the bin and absolutely fantastic rubbish.

Jean. Who is sooo sweet. And gave this soap set... shower gel, shampoo etc that has a camomile scent. I smell really good now!

1S03D! Who gave me a card with everyone's messages and a pretty black purse! Love my class...

Duck who smsed me, 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MIDGET!' Typical. But thank you anyway.

Turk who came to me after PE to say happy birthday again... hehe... shall be looking forward to more stuff in mailbox tomorrow...

My mum! For the bracelet made of stirling silver and Russian synthetic diamond.. (ooooh!)

My dad! Who forgot that he's already bought me the chess set from Colmar, France and asked me what i wanted! haha!

My bro and sis who dumped the presents on my table! A necklace and hairclip that has the letters V U L T from sis and keychain that has my name from bro.

Niki! Who promises more green socks. Yippeee!

Sowmya! The first person to wish me happy birthday in school. And gave me a cute dog keychain and a pretty mug.

Yashira! Who couldn't find me in school early in the morning... but found me later and gave me a hug and promises presents!

My aunt! Who already gave me money last week. $$$:)

Mel! Who smsed me, 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TWIT'. And scolded me for not reminding her. But seems she remembered anyway.

Adibah, a friend from when I was barely 6, smsed happy birthday!

Sarah Siew remembered too! She is sooooo sweet.

Joel said happy birthday too.

All the girls in my class.

Anjali, with whom I'm hardly acquainted, wished me.

Abigail (I think), Eunice's classmate, wished me, when she saw me lugging Jean's present to me.

My maid! Who gave me a very touching letter wishing me all the best... and actually gave me ten dollars. I wish she didnt! I don't need anymore gifts... But I couldnt possible refuse...

Thank you so much everyone. My day would have been terrible had not each of you did that little thing that means so much to me... what with math test for which I'm confirmed dead. Ladida...

Didn't fail bio! Phew. Got 22/40. It could be worse... I could have failed ALL my lecture tests...

The cuckoo clock my family got from Switzerland went cuckoo last week. Everytime it reached the hour, say 8 o'clock, it would emit two extra cuckoos, so that it sounded 10 times. Nuts. And we were trying to figure out went wrong. Mum, Dad, me and brother sat at the dining table having a heated conversation (with bursts of laughter from my bro and me at my dad's silly ideas) about it, the clock hanging on the wall, mocking at us. We had a lot if theories as to what went wrong. Ranging from problems in winding the clock (it is completely non-battery operated!) and the gears being damaged completely. Really, I was completely puzzled by it. It was frustrating. In the end, while dad was fiddling with the hands of the clock, at suggestions from my mother and me to spin them faster so as to catch up with the cuckoos, my dad fixed it. And we went, "What did you do? What did you do?". My dad, being himself, merely gave a "Hah! I'm smarter than all of you, what did you expect look?" And smirked. Which elicited mild screams from me and my mum. Turned out all he had to do was move the hour hand only and not the minute hand. So simple.

Bah.

Drama is over! My goodness. It was fantastic! It was almost as good as the RG drama in Sec 4! Wait... what am I saying... It's even better!

It's amazing how the audience could oooh and aaaah at points where we didnt expect them to. It really is exhilirating. Imagine having heard a line being said probably a million times over and thinking how boring it sounds but then when it's being said in front of a real life audience, it causes shrieks of laughter. I remember thinking, "Oh my god! They like it!" After I finished my scenes, feeling absolutely relieved but at the same time completely high on adrenaline, I stood behind the curtains to watch. And as each scene unfolded, receiving unexpectedly good responses from the audience, I got really REALLY happy that I started to sing to all the songs that were playing during the scene intervals and even danced a little bit to them. And of course, I wore my silly grin on my face. Thank god it was dark. But really, I never felt happier for drama than at that point behind the curtains.

When it ended and we all stepped out to bow and all that, I started to feel a little bit sad. Because, well, it was over. I am going to miss, no, I'm already missing, drama sessions. I miss the people. I miss Kak Ain and her slightly crazy antics and her nicknaming of cute boys after food or hair or your normal everyday objects. I miss going to the surau and taking my time praying and taking my time walking to ghim moh and meeting aisyah and eating macs till 5.10. I miss wasting the afternoon away chatting to kak filza, yashira, aisyah, yus, nadia and crap, everyone else, till drama started. I miss all the bloopers that could make me laugh like mad. And, oh my god, I'm going to miss eating tom yam flavoured maggi for dinner! I'm going to miss the guys who are most of the time missing because of their training but nonetheless when they're around make things more upbeat. (Recall Rudy and his dance moves and Iylia being so serious (but ahem... the best actor as always) that Yus kept giving me looks and Jau, of course, fooling around... especially with my vcam) I miss having Lt 1 to ourselves. And if I go on writing about what I'll miss, I'll never end, and I am well aware that all good things have to come to an end. Sad as it is.

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Watched 'The Passion' yesterday on pirated vcd. Very... bloody. Extremely bloody. Bloody... bloody. (Muahahaha... couldn't resist putting that in.) It was an interesting movie. And it would have been very moving if I had been a devout Christian. I'm not saying it wasn't sad to me, by gosh, it was. But the fact that I don't believe everything the story portrays makes it a bit less great than what all the hype made it out to be. So at the end, I was like, "Ok... it's a good movie... but what's so great?" I think this is a movie for Christians. You'll bawl your eyes out for Jesus, and if I'd been Chrisitian, I would have. But the thing is, I'm not. So to me, it was nothing more than a fascinating insight into biblical history. And all that Aramic! Oooh. I had so much fun comparing it with Arabic with my dad.

And oh, Jim Caviezel really looked like Jesus they normally portray in pictures!

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I have the Dorothy Dunnett Guide now! Sooooooo happy. :) :) :) :) :) :p Now I can understand Lymond better.

Finally, I'm home before dark. Every single day of this week, I had drama, cept today. Saturday's the big day. OooOooh. Scary but exciting.

Eunice has done a lot of talking lately. (But yes... I would have loved green striped socks... so pretty!) Niki has started to tease me about the colour green. She said this morning, "I know why Shamiah came to RJ! It's because of the uniform!" For a moment I blinked. Then it sunk in. I rolled my eyes. Then I told her the uniform was a bonus, not the reason... come on! I can BUY green things... I don't work hard for 6 points just so I can wear green! Not that I worked hard... And since Niki knows now... I told her about my green bin. And my green socks, which I've yet to wear... Think I'll wear it this Saturday...

Mock spa tmr! I hate SPA. HATE IT. Especially chem SPA. I will be completely flustered tmr... I can already picture it in my head... UGH.

Don't want to fail bio... Don't want to fail bio.... I might fail bio... Don't want to fail bio...

Am reading a HILARIOUS fanfic. Oh my goodness... it is so funny... my brother and sister really thought I had gone loony the way I was clutching my stomach and laughing like mad. It's like the short ficlet Cassie wrote last time in which Draco thoguht he was pasty and made himself orange and Harry only talked in CAPS. Only this one isn't written by Cassie. It's titled Draco the Amazing Bouncing... Rat? by Maya. Try it out if you have time... A good cheerer upper.

Today was quite horrible. Photog was absolutely terrible. Drama was simply a waste of time. I basically did zero things useful. The only thing I enjoyed today was eating McSpicy Double for the first time at Macs and watching the Bourne Identity on HBO. I must say... the movie is intriguing... though the ending was more or less predictable. But the action was nice! Especially the part where he pushed the dead guy off the stairs and used the dead body as sort of a... surf. Extremely exciting... Feel compelled to get my hands on the book series... Maybe I should ask Niki...

Oh, of course. How could I forget to write about my birthday outing. Albeit, one 20 days too early. But hey, I'm not complaining. I must express my gratitude towards my dearest friends. (Birdieocracy forever!) The rubbish was wonderful. I will cherish each rotting piece of garbage for as long as I live. Your letters mean the most to me... because finally... it said 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY'. Thank you so much! I must say... my birthdays are becoming much of an event... I wore the earrings to school today. Had some nice comments about it. Have yet to wear my ankle socks. The green doesnt match my pink shoes. Proper thank you letters will be issued some day soon.

It is 15 minutes to 1 am. I should get some shut eye.

I hate it when it comes to the point when I start worrying whether or not people enjoy what I write. I shouldn't! This is my blog. I shouldn't care! When I first decided to blog, I didn't mean for anyone to read it much anyway. I realise that some people enjoy surfing blogs so that they can find out more about so-and-so. So I suppose it is to some extent disappointing to find my blog filled up with nothing but my obsession over books, HP, fanfiction and personality types. I'm sorry but I really don't go around exposing my innermost emotions where I know people will read. It is not who I am. Even in my own private written journal, which nobody except two souls have laid eyes on and even then only certain less confidential pages, I don't write names lest someone might see, no matter how slim the chance. I'm that bad. THAT BAD. All the entries here barely scratch the surface of the real me. So, I'm sorry again if my blog isn't terribly entertaining.

But I'm not saying that what I type here is a farce. It's not! It really is not. This blog here is one part of me that I'm willing to share. The obsessive me. The hyper me. The wacky me. Though sometimes, I do insert the real me between the lines... or in quotes. And that's how it's going to be for as long as I want it.

Well. Now that I've gotten that off my chest... My malay drama is finally confirmed! I was so happy last night. Especially for the J2s who worked especially hard for it. My gosh... I felt excited all night last night... could hardly fall asleep. And I'm still feeling happy this morning. :)

Had a dream which made me want to knock my head against the wall repeatedly. Settled with smacking my forehead instead. I can't believe I dreamt that. I can't believe it!!! How humiliating. And that's as much as I'm going to say about it.

Oh god... What is going on in my brain... I am so going nuts.