Trippity Trip Trip Part 1

I've been back from the holiday for two days now, just hanging around doing nothing. I've started cycling again, what with all the food I ate in the past week. I feel heavy and frankly, uncomfortable. :p

Anyhow, we started the trip to Penang on Thursday morning, in two cars. I followed my grandparents and Acu (that's my aunty ... my dad's sister.) while the rest of my sibs went with my parents. I had fun reading the Malaysia road atlas Acu keeps in her car. We didn't need it, but I know a whole lot more map-places now.

We were somewhere along Changkat Jering's area ... roughly, I only started browsing the road atlas after this happened. Anyway, there was this landslide there in the morning, and they were clearing it up. There was a massive jam, and we were stuck in it for two whole hours! And it was for only ten kilometres. Turns out the only reason the place was so crowded was because of the drivers all slowing down to look.

We reached Penang Island ala ferry. It was pretty dark by then, so we couldn't watch the jellyfish swim by as usual. So we just looked at the lights on the island. Very pretty.

We stayed at Holiday Inn. It's at Batu Ferringgi. Right next to the beach, and in the middle of the night market! We spent what was left of the night going up and down the streets looking at knick-knacks.

The second day of the trip was the best I think. I'll write about that later ... tomorrow morning or something. I'm going to try and get the pictures we took. :)

Thought-dump

I'm going to Penang tomorrow, with the rest of the fam. I intend to enjoy myself - I mean, days by the beach? For half a week? Spectacular stuff. I've gotten meself a new sketchbook just for the occasion. Y'know, it's times like these that I miss my old computer, and my colouring programs. It's the one thing I miss most. I feel lost, not being able to scan and colour my drawings.

Makes me feel kinda left out.

But life's like that, isn't it?

That brings me to something else I've been thinking about. People. People, and how they react to different situations. There're people who whine, those who laugh at everything, then there're those people who just take things as it is, no question about it. I read my story books and I realise that I'm a downright WIMP. I just sorta sit back and let things happen. I don't make things happen. I let them.

There are people who make things happen, people who don't want things to happen and people who just sit back. Then there are people who are caught somewhere in the middle of these three. It's a thought.

So this has just been a thought-dump. Gotta let these babies out somewhere, so why not cyberspace.

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Detachment and other not-so similar scenarios

I just realised ... that I didn't feel anything for Prince Charming until all that was left was his skin, and they turned it over ... then I realised that he was really dead. Meh. :\

Anyhow, the holidays have officially begun! My last day of school was spent discussing drama team scripts with Tarsha and Nahjan ... then being completely whacked after recess with Stephanie, Lakshmi, Shasha and Angie. The jokes we told ... HAHA, there was this really lame one. And we were all laughing hysterically and Angie was all, "Why are you all laughing?! It's lame!" and that made us laugh even harder.

Then we tried this game where you just sit around and stare at each other. First one to laugh, loses. :D That was hilarious.

Oh, and I've found out what class I'm going to. 5SC. I was kinda hoping I'd get SA ... which is a long-shot, considering my grades. But y'see, here's the reason. All through my years in high school, this has been my class order: E, D, C, SB ... and SC. I wanted to complete the pattern sooo badly. xD

I'm lookin' to see if I can grab a seat in the middle of the classroom. I'm sick and tired of sitting at the side and craning my neck just to have a good look at the teacher. Note to self: Tell seating partner of this since that I'll probably be busy with prefect duties.

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Ooh, what's that lumpy thing that goes thump, thump?

The answer, my dears: A heart.

To be precise, what I really mean is a frog's heart. Yup, there has been a frog dissection in the Bio lab. Fascinating stuff. I won't go into terrible detail, but after Pn. Yong had shown us all the important bits (major organs like lungs, heart and liver) she let everyone pull on gloves and dig into what was left of Prince Charming (that's what the frog was named).

I didn't touch the little dude, just leaned over the table to watch the others explore. In the end, they sorta took out all the little frog-organs, so that we could look at the kidneys and backbone. So the heart was sitting some five inches away from the body - and it was still thumping.

Whoa.

And y'know, Pn. Yong was pretty impressed with Prince Charming, who was actually a rather fit froggie. Obviously, he'd had a lot to eat. His stomach was practically bursting. Anyhow, Prince Charming was buried after the class ended. I dunno where, because I wasn't around then.

R.I.P. Prince Charming. You've been an enlightening experience. :)

But Mira isn't very happy about that ... she's pretty pissed off at me right now, I think. She's become some sort of froggie-liberalist. I mean, I love the little guys too, but this is a learning experience. Even though I don't intend to study medicine, it's still good to know.

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Ongoing Construction!

... And life goes on. School again tomorrow, which I am not thinking about. I've gotten used to this whole holiday-vibe thing. Even my biological clock is ticking to High School Musical question-songs.
One more week.

One more week.

As for the blog construction, I've given the sea-monkeys a break. They've all gone, which is way weird because everything doesn't look any different. Could be because they're imaginary ... yeah, that should be it.

I have finished reading To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee. So now my count of books read on the TIME 100 Books of The 20th Century has gone up to 3/100 opposed to my previous 2/100. Celebratory stuff people. *pops Sprite bottle*

Anyhoo, the book is ... whoa. Yeah. If you look at it this way *tilts head* the story is ... pretty much about how Jem Finch broke his arm at the age of twelve. Really good stuff. I'd say more, but I'm a little rusty at giving book reviews. But here's a synopsis:

The story is from the point of view of eight-year old Jean Louise "Scout" Finch, the daughter of the one of the lawyers in the county, Atticus Finch. It pretty much details the events leading to Jem - Scout's older brother -'s broken arm. Starting from the arrival of a new friend and neighbour, Dill, leading to the children trying to make Boo Radley - who hasn't been seen for fifteen years - 'come out'. Then there is a case where a black man, Tom Robinson is accused of raping white, nineteen year-old Mayella Ewell. Atticus is given the task of defending Tom Robinson. But this is the 1930's we're talking about - black people aren't looked on to kindly in the society, so the chances of Tom Robinson going free is pretty slim.

All in all, I say, fascinating stuff. You'll have to read it to really get it. *nodnod*

That's all I got for right now, other than thinking of documentating all the movies I've ever watched in alphabetical order on this blog space. xD

Will write again when this blog has gone somewhere. Possible with a c-box and playlist going.

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Amateur Introductions

I like beginning new things, don't you?

Doesn't mean I end up finishing it though, more's the pity. Anyhoo, welcome to my humble beginnings as a, uh, blogger. As you can see, everything's a little messy and I have my troop of imaginary sea-monkeys constructing the site as we speak.

*sounds of cellophane-taping and chainsaws followed by tiny gurgly chatter*

They're alright, and the pay is cheap. I keep stepping on them though, it's kinda sad. O_o;

I'll be posting again when the sea-monkeys go as far as they can go, what with their microscopic arms and legs.

'Till next time.
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