Things that happened...IN MY SUMMER!!

Number one thing that happened was PROM. It was a load of fun. The dancing was great but the getting ready, not so much. I was late, like really late. But I still had lots of fun dancing IN HEELS. OH YEAH. I danced for two hours in heels because 1) I am more superior than my heels and I was trying to prove so and 2) if I didn't wear my heels, my feet would be morphed into waffles with circular holes. I've been stepped on by heels TWICE and let me tell you it was not fun. Once when this girl stepped back because a guy was trying to keep her out and second time was when Vicky was trying walking and then she stepped on my toes. Or was it Amelia? I forgot. Main point is, when a guy breaks up with me, I know that when I step on his toes with heels it's going to hurt him more than it hurts me.

Number two thing that happened is the graduation of middle school. I got an award for highest grade in Science and Arabic. How? I have no idea. But it has Obama's signature on the certificate! I'm a woman now. And not just a woman as in I finally have a red flag that raises every month (if you know what I mean *nudge* *nudge* *wink* *wink*). I mean woman as in now I will finally be able to...be able to...I forgot what was so special about being in freshman year. It's just another year of school except this is the year when everyone hates us because we don't know how to act like high school-ers yet and it'll be much harder than middle school. Suddenly, I feel like going to high school isn't such a great idea. Damnit.

Can someone play the song Damn Regret by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus now? Cause I'm feeling pretty regretful for choosing honors classes.

Putting school aside, Number three thing that has happened is quite the opposite genre. SUMMER VACATION! OH YEAH! I am in Malaysia right now and being lazy. So so lazy. And we have kittens here! They are fat and cuddly and furry and they squeal and they're mom has the cutest mew EVER. I swear, EVER.

I also visited my friends a whole bunch.

First it was A.T's place where we were sent to a mysterious-not-so-mysterious location also known as Sunway Lagoon. I was to be picked up at eight in the morning and still having my fair share of jet-lag and Summer Lazy Fever, I woke up when her dad came to pick me up. I got ready in less than thirty minutes, waited another ten, then we left for her house. After picking up ole Naddo (Nuzzy couldn't come because of her aunt. Stop hogging our Nuzzy, Nuzzy's aunt!), we drove to Sunway Lagoon. When we were supposed to get changed, I realised that I had a big problem. I accidentally brought two of my swimsuit tops and not one pair. So I quickly changed my top, ran to the souvenir store and got a swimsuit bottom and quickly changed. I was in a rush the whole morning I guess. After a bunch of swimming, running, jumping, half-drowning, a-giant-bucket-of-water-fall-on-your-head-ing, floating, eating, drinking, and a whole bunch of other stuff, we came back and played Cadoo! I rule at that game even when I'm freaking lazing on a pillow. Her hamsters were SO CUTE. Except they bite. But don't anyone tell you differently, they were on MY SIDE.

Second one was to Naddo's place! We went to her Hari K. Which in English is technically K Day. But I forgot what the K stood for so I can't fully translate. Me and A.T arrived there looking stupidly like tourists with a giant life board game and a fuled-to-the-brim UNniversity bag.There was a bunch of stuff and my God was her school HUGE. Bigger than ASD. They had a thing called Voldemort's Crib! Wasn't too hard or scary but it was pretty impressive. There was human foosball (is that how you spell it?) and a water gun thing. Naddo's stall sold pizza and popsicle sticks and drinks. It took a long time to finish selling all their products. Me and A.T made a commercial to attract people but it kind of...I don't know...failed. After all was done, A.T wanted to buy a necklace for her mom but once she wasted RM10 on coupons, they told her it was free. Poor, poor A.T. We left for Naddo's house and messed around her room before playing Encore which we are really bad at playing. I don't think we even played it right. You were supposed to sing lyrics to a song that had the word on the card. And I sucked bad. REAL BAD.

Then guess who came? Nuzzy! We played Harry Potter on PS2. We all had our professions, Nuzzy was a great Quidditch player, Naddo was good at potions, A.T was good at the picking up stuff from the jar part of potions and I was quite the superior dueler. Not to brag or anything but I kicked Bellatrix's ass! After dinner, showering, and a bunch of stuff that slipped my easily slipped mind, we played Life. I'm good at that too. I have no idea why. We fell asleep at midnight and woke up around six or seven freezing cold. Naddo was evil. She kept on making it colder until we got our butts up. Hmph! Then we showered, read Dr. Suess, and ate breakfast where we discussed stuff that was important but I forgot what it was because my mind is so forgetful. We watched The Karate Kid and that was when the glass broke and it finally came to me.

Jackie Chan is old now.

I mean not THAT old but he looked real old in the movie. Other than that, it was a good movie and was funny at parts. It made me want to learn Kung Fu. (Just between you and me, I searched up how to do kung fu on youtube once I got internet at home). Once we reached Naddo's house, it was one last game of Harry Potter before we went our separate ways.

That's when I started having the weirdest yet most vivid dreams yet...

TO BE CONTINUED

Here Comes High School and a Prom to Go With It

So, just thought you should know,

That soon I'll leave and go,

To a place were many cry in pain,

There screams were loud but vain,

Many gave up this path,

But I must face it's wrath,

I will be successful for I'm no fool,

I will face,

HIGH SCHOOL!

Yeah, that's right, folks! Imma get me a taste of adulthood!....in like a 4-5 months. I know, I know, it's so frigging far away but with all the lectures and assemblies about 9th grade, it kind of made me quake in my flip-flops but also made me want to jump out of my imaginary socks at the thought of it. (In short: I'm nervous yet excited)

With High School coming along I have to worry more about my looks. My clothes aren't exactly 9th grade worthy and I haven't touched make-up. I'm a closet-in girly-girl so I'm one step to awesomeness! I know some of you might say, "It's all about what's inside not what's outside." It's not because of that. It's because my sister will kill me if I don't make a better impression of myself.

It's not just that I have to keep myself alive, I have, DEN NE NE NE!!!

PROM

If you don't know what proms is, go look it up.

I'll wait here.

You didn't look it up did you? Well, hope y'know exactly what it is then.

It's a definite that this girl ain't gonna get any dates but I'm still going with hair dress and make-up. I HAVE TO BE PREPARED! Plus, freshmen are always being hated by the others. It's destiny. It's a rule carved into an imaginary block of stone! Once, I pass this barrier of hatred, I will....go back to Malaysia.

But before that fated day comes, I have to put up with the pressure of being loaded down with homework and lab reports (for Honors Bio) and the horrible feeling of failure because I didn't get into Honors Geometry. T.T

I'm just hoping, maybe it will be a chance for me to SHINE!!

Ode to cheesiness...*sigh*

From someone who knows that the cheesy line is a lie,

Marsymallow

I'm Coming Back! Whether I Want To Or Not!

Yup, you read it right. I'm moving back to Malaysia by next year July/June. Y'know, if not this year July/June. It's one of the two. I'm psyched and also slightly bummed out.

I want to go back but then, I got so used to the American school system and the weekly (not to mention branded) shopping sprees and the movies per weekend and the daily paint I get on my hands from Art class!!! And DRAMA CLASS, oh dear God, drama is the best place ever. Acting and fun for a whole hour and forty-five minutes.

On the other hand, I want to go back to Malaysia where my besties (A.T, Naddo, Nuzzie) are and eat satay every weekend and not analyze English books in a way that I bet the author didn't even notice and I HATE HAVING MY HOMEWORK COUNT AS MY FINAL GRADE!!! GAAAAAAH!! And the GREEN! I need some plants in my life! God, who can live with so much dust and sand! No beep testing either! How many times can I run from one side of the gym to the other without fainting? I don't care because I don't want to die from exhaustion!

If I return this year, I'd go to SSC. With A.T! Yay! If I go back next year, it's international school for me. So I made a nice pro's and con's list of going back this year...okay I made it up on the spot. Don't judge me!

I said don't judge!

I'm watching you. *Gives the 'look'*

Pro’s:

A.T. and me will be reunited! =D

Homework doesn’t count as much!

Cheaper clothes

Closer to all my besties!

No sluts in the grade.

Theory of Knowledge is a NEVER (yay!)

No overuse of technology

I get a phone earlier!

Three more years of school instead of four!

The GREENERY that my eyes missed so much!

Piercings + cheap earings!

Con’s:

Bye! NIzzie and everyone! :’(

DRAMA! I’ll MISS YOU!

Bershka was my shopping heaven

Uniforms, bleh. (I just had a taste of freedom and now, it'll be gone)

I’ll never be able to see how Honors Bio is like

Free period for that homework you forgot. Who doesn't want that?

Bahasa Melayu will be the reason I won’t graduate.

My room here is so big...really big...Gah.

Did I mention uniforms? What’s the point of being in High School if you can’t show your maturity through your clothes?

IB gets you into more colleges overseas. I WANT TO DO BIO-ENGINEERING!

Claire’s beautiful QR5 accessories all gone!

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Life is full of hard decisions. Luckily, it's not my choice. It's my mom's boss's decision. He either keeps his best I.T. woman (only I.T. woman) or save money and send her back to Malaysia. That's why it's whether I want it or not. I will be contemplating my fate while licking my giant lollipop from Atlantis. From Dubai! Be jealous, be very jealous.

Marsymallow and her giganto lollipop sends you her regards.

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Meow, is Anyone There?

You know those times in Art class when you're doing something you've done at home like paint a picture? And then when you do it in class for your teacher to see, it's like Fohmygodwhathteheckholycowmacaronicheese good. But the one you did at home just for yourself, it's just plain, well, sucky.

That's how I feel about my blog.

I do it for myself to keep up with the times and not waste paper on diaries. (Pssshhht, diaries. Hah! More like...uh...suck-iaries?) And no one but my close friends glimpse at it.

And I really mean glimpse as in they take a peek and nothing more. Not even really read it. I don't blame them, I'm not much of a biography writer. Especially ones at the top of my head.

But then, for Language Arts, I do this blog. Educational blog. Also known as an edublog. And can you believe it? I have around sixty-five views from around the world! And a comment from some random person who is really bad at English!

What? Why? Huh?

It's educational for Pete's (who's Pete anyway?) sake! God! I don't even really get comments on this one. I guess I'll be sulking about the sadness of my life on this blog forever with no one to read my tantrums.

I'm sighing in depression, just so you know.

ANYWAYS, did you know my cat went to the vet? Yeah, Simba. He went to the vet because he wasn't hoarding food into his mouth as usual for the past three days. He was mewing all the way. We thought maybe it was because he thought we were going to send him somewhere and never take him home ever again.

When we arrived there, it was dripping wet. We missed the entrance and had to circle around the whole building with heavy rain pouring on us and mud just about every step and a mewing cat in a heavy cage in MY arms.

After a whole ten minutes of boredom and forced patience, one of the five vets came over to check on Simba. When he tried to get him out, Simba went crazy. A kind of crazy that only cats can make dangerous.

He clawed and hissed and spat and had his ears flattened to the sides of his head in a really cute way that makes you want to hug him until you see his teeth all sharp and lethal so you step back and not touch him...way? It was funny. And scary. But mostly funny.

I really don't blame Simba because the vet we got wasn't all too friendly. He tried to bite him. Simba, not the vet.

That's pretty much it.

Oooh, check out my failure at drawing on the computer:

Just so you know, the one that looks like a cross between a fail porcupine and a snake with weird things that are supposed to look like wings floating above it's spine is mine. Also known as the Left One.

It's weird. I'm pretty good at art. Not to be perasan, but I've gotten compliments like "Hey, that girl drawing is pretty cool" or "How did you cut out that bird+tree+random flowers design on black paper so nicely?" or "I want to learn how to make a fake tree out of cardboard too!". But in terms with technology, I suck. Suck like eggs. And milk. Bad milk. Like the sour milk that makes you sick by seeing the scent lines that floats over the carton.

Sorry for the delay. I was busy pretending to be a slave in history class, updating my educational blogs, watching movies for said blog, shopping with my friends and doing homework. In other words, I also have a life. So if you, reader (if I actually have one), were waiting long hours or maybe even days for this post, I'm sorry. But go get a life. This blog isn't worth much wait.

I'm just kidding. Hell yeah, it's worth the wait.

Marsymallow salutes you for you consistent persistence. (hehe, big words)

Fully Interested Blogger (Get it? Oh wait, you haven't read the post yet, nvm)

Today, I will have to confess something....

Something I have never told anyone before...

Now, it's time to come clean...

I'M READING A MANGA AND WATCHING AN ANIME!!!

It's not as big as I made it to be but I've never started actually bothered about Japanese comics and cartoons. But this particular one has got me hooked. It's called, wait for it, it's called:

The Full-Metal Alchemist! (you get the joke now?)

For several reasons, I found this one as the right one to follow and maaaybe obsess over a little. Here are the reasons in no particular order at all:

Military soldiers freaking out about ghosts

1. It's funny!

I mean it's hilarious! There are some parts I actually LOL at. I'm serious! Both the anime and the manga are really funny! The characters all have their traits that make you want to laugh as well as see how they turn out in the end.

2. The protagonist hates being called short.

Okay, so the full-metal alchemist is this short blonde head. He's a genius as well as a great fighter but he's also temper-mental. He bursts into a tantrum and beats up anyone who calls him short. I love this. Not only is it funny, but it reminds me of two of my best friends. A.T. and Nizzie. Both hate it when people mention something about they're height. I love doing it to them but now they aren't so short anymore but Nizzie still spazzs out when someone says something about being small-sized.

3. Swearing

Click this link for an example: http://www.onemanga.com/Full_Metal_Alchemist/4/24/

(I don't want to be scolded for having a bad word on my blog)

Most fiction doesn't involve swears. But this one, does. It gives it a more realistic feel because when they're in a near-death experience or when something that makes them wet their pants comes by, they'll swear. In real-life, when I see a soldier I knew very well transform into a guy with hair like a palm tree and an evil smile, I will swear like crazy and probably run away. These guys though, will (try to) kick their butts. After swearing their tongue off. Obviously.

4. Possibilities...

If you can't tell from the word "alchemist" in the title, it has a little science. If you look at it in a way, some of it can be possible and it really helps when they're talking about the possibility of creating a human being because it can help me in the future when I'm in Honors Biology. (Muahahahaahahaahaha! No one else will know that one third of the human body is made out of carbon! Muahahahaahahhaahhaahaha!)

5. The little brother

I absolutely want to hug the little brother so much!! He's this huge armour guy but he's so loveable and innocent. He beats up bad guys when he has to, but he really is a big softie and has a thing for kitties! He also has the role of calming his older brother, the Full-Metal Alchemist.

There's a lot more but then I have to spoil the whole story to you guys. Go to onemanga.com and search up Full-Metal Alchemist. It's a funny manga and the anime doesn't follow the book so you get to have two great stories from the same world with the same hilarious characters. Hope you guys find it funny and have some mangas or animes to recommend to me!

Plus, some of the faces you get in the mangas and animes are really funny!

Marsymallow,

a current FMA fan.

Freezing Geeky Romance

I got a mixed up title again! It doesn't work that well, but, hey, it's mixed-up.

Okay, let's start off this daily (and hopefully forever daily until a Death Eater comes by and Avada Kadavra's me) with something from a post by my bestie named A.T. She inspired me to tell you guys about my how my parents met.

My parents were, in all their full glory, geeks. But they were geeks from the seventies so my dad had contacts and long hair and was pretty stylish in a seventies way. My mom was pretty much the same but minus the contacts. They were the smart people.

My dad was a full-out geek who had a group of nerds who challenge each other. He was one of the only people in his school to actually get five A's in his UPSR so he's pretty smart if you ask me. He wasn't that sporty though except he was pretty good at running and badminton.

My mom was one of those smart and athletic people. She got good grades and was a basketball star thanks to her height and awesome dribbling and shooting skills. She was also someone who got a lot of admirers but none of them were my dad. Yet.

So they were at rival schools. My mom's school called my dad's boarding school RATS because it's name was STAR. My dad's boarding school called my mom's katak (which means frog in malay) because her school's name was KTK. They would shout these names at each other at sight for fun. A friendly rivalry...in a way...okay, just a bit...fine, not really, okay? Happy?

Because my parents were the geniuses that they were, they were chosen to learn German and a whole load of space stuff for this space thing funded by the government. My parents friends set them up on a blind date and my dad won my mother's heart by saying something about not washing his pants. Or was it about him being in a band? I forgot. But they fell in love and I was born and now I'm typing a post for you. Hope you enjoyed knowing why I've been born.

Today I had field day! It's that day were you go into teams and play games for your houses. I happen to be in the red house which is called Magnus after a dragon of some sort because that's our mascot-a dragon. What sucks was that the first event for our team was R&R. It was stupid because we did nothing but eat bananas and drink water. We couldn't even cheer for our team yet.

Next was the shoe dunk. We lost.

You expect some exciting story about someone's eye being poked out by an aglet or something but nooooo, we just lost because we're horrible at finding shoes.

Third, was the three-legged race which we also lost at because of our awful foot coordination. But we all decided it was best to blame it on Nwill. It made us feel a lot better.

Fourth, was the scarfing contest. Nope, it's not where we sit in rocking chairs and sees who can knit a scarf the fastest while someone is busy shaking the chairs like crazy. Sadly, it's just an eating contest. Not even an individual one. We had to run up and eat oreos without using our hands then drink a cup of water with no hands after we've swallowed the black and white treats. I didn't exactly drink the water. Most of it ended up my nose. Not a great feeling.

Fifth was the sponge contest. It's where we pass the sponges to the last person and that last person runs like a headless chicken to the bucket and squeezes the water out then runs to the front and becomes the first person. It goes on and on until the whistle blows and the people with the most water is the winner! We lost.

But Nwill was stupid enough to dump water over his head. Why is it stupid on a hot desert field day? Well, my naive audience, it's because we had the ice-bucket contest next. Stupid, stupid, Nwill.

We had to dig into a bucket of ice with our feet and search for marbles with our toes. We won this time. (We actually won!) But I'm still not sure if it was worth the burning feeling I got from losing so much heat in my feet. It was a burning feeling but like a frozen burning feeling. It burned like a frozen hell-fire. You get it? No? Well, screw you.

We had an egg-toss next. We didn't last long and lost.

We did the puzzle search. We won.

We had the water-balloon catapult thing afterwards but there were no more water-balloons so it became a tennis ball catapult thing and it wasn't as fun as watching my annoying team mates get soaked. We lost.

The last one, and our third victory, was the plank walk were we have to lift these planks to the other side...while we're on it. That's the twist. We won. All because of my smartawesomeness. It's a word.

In some dictionaries.

Mainly, mine.

OKAY IT'S IN NO DICTIONARY NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!

To end the day, we had some ice-cream.

That's right, be jealous! Muahahaahahahahaaha!

BYE!

Marsymallow!

P.S. Never going to tell you guys about the seeds because I forgot what's it about again...

Sorry...Algebra is too easy for this blogger!

Really sorry. Was about to rant out at you guys. I'm sorry. I won't do that again.

I had this whole emo thing planned out but you know, don't want to spread the blues. Although, blue is a very happy colour in my opinion. I'm also about to sell-out myself for the sake of my report card. Sorry.

Sell-out time!

Okay, for Language Arts, we're doing blogging. We all have a blog and our own topic for it. Fun, no? It is. But no one actually reads it. I know this MAY be cheating but, here's the link to my educational blog or edublog for short. http://fakemoustache.edublogs.org/ It's a blog about books turned into movies. I get to read the books I want and watch movies and am able to say it's for homework! WOOT!

I'm done publicizing myself.

Oooh! Oooh! First thing is that my Algebra test was EASY. That's right exponents, you can't muddle up my brain. Mmmmhmmmm. *swivels head around in that way that is seen in Hannah Montana waaaaay too much* The new system for Algebra tests is that there are quizzes before it. For each quiz you ace and homework completed that comes with, a section from the test is classified as don't-need-to-take. It's great because I aced every quiz and did every homework and now all I had to answer were three questions. Two of them, were the EASIEST part of the test. God, if I fail at this, then I must be really stupid. But I finished it in like ten minutes before the smartest guy in class. Beat that, Ncory!

Second thing I want to talk about is blogging. I know I'm blogging and you know that I'm blogging and that's why you read my blog but that's not what I want to talk about even though I am...whatever. These are the types of bloggers as far as I know:

1. The Planner

This is a blogger who not only plans out their blogs in their mind, but actually write an outline, a first draft, then a second, maybe a third and the final product is read through once or twice before posting. I find these people paranoid. Careful, but paranoid. Sure, you should make sure (see what I did there? with the two sures? no? fine! *sulks*) that you don't sound stupid but that is too much. It's your blog. It's like a diary that people can look at and not know it's you. Don't worry about it too much, just express yourself. Just one read-through is fine then wait for your readers to comment about your mistakes. Relax!

2. The Thinker

These types of bloggers lie down for hours on their bed thinking about what they want to talk about on their blogs. They waste their time staring into space about what they want to write. These people eventually think about it more than they actually do it. Yeah, I'm one of those. I like to stare into space during Algebra or Science and think, how can I squeeze that scene into my blog? Should I tell the world about that giant sand-pit I saw and how I almost fell into it? How about the fact that my drama skit involves bisexual relationships? Hmmmm.

3. The Freelance

These are the bloggers I admire. Only if the things they write, work out. They click on their blog because they feel like it, then they click dashboard, then they click new post and they start typing almost by instinct. They write subconsciously and don't even know what they have put up for the world to see until they read it all for once. They might even surprise themselves with either how great they are at writing when they're drunk or how horrible they are at typing when they can't open their eyelids (and also that they misspelled cat). Occasionally, I am one of these people. Especially when a moment comes that is incredibly blog-worthy. But I'm extremely lazy so I forget to post it. Meh. Can't have everything?

Which one are you?

Tell you guys about the double-seed and tree thing next time. I'm too lazy right now. I wrote you those three whole paragraphs! BE HAPPY!

Marsymallow