Here starts the month of Merdeka.

Spent most of today sticking many sheets of paper into my komsas book, to pass up. There were so many papers, and no time to paste, and I panicked towards the end of the day when the junior prefects came to halau us to the hall for Merdeka celebration. No offence, juniors, but I now know the feeling when I halau-ed my own non-prefect seniors last year ... yeah, I feel their pain. They could have expressed it a lot more politely though.

So when I went down to the hall, it was packed, I was late, and feeling miserable to boot. I cheered up slightly after chatting to Hamizah about NS, and groaning over the fact that we'll have to kawat when we go next year. But I still wasn't in the mood, y'know? I waved the little Jalur Gemilang they gave me, but there was absolutely no feeling.

Then they started playing the songs. And y'know what? They are my favourite part about Merdeka celebrations. I was always the little kid who adored being patriotic; I got so excited when celebrations started and I always sang the words at the very top of my lungs. And some of that feeling came back when they played my personal favourite, Tanggal 31. Sure, call me lame and geeky, but I always threw a bit of a tantrum when they didn't play it the past few years at school.

It seriously cheered me up. I was singing in the worst off-key voice imaginable (I never realised I was so terrible at reaching that particular note; thank god everyone was too loud to hear me!) and waving the little flag and jumping whenever the song reached the climax point of MERDEKA!.

After school, I could hear Papa cheering at the TV - the Malaysian track cyclist managed to beat US. I think it was a qualifying round, I'm not sure. Then after tuition, I heard Papa yelling again - this time it was badminton, and it was soooo good. (Papa in the background: YES! YES!) Yup, still doing good.

Papa in background: YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHH YEEAAAAHHHH YEEESSSSS!

DUDE! MALAYSIA GOT IN THE FINALS! WHOOT. :D

SMS from Ms. M: Yahoo!

YESSSSSSS.
You go, Malaysia. KEEP IT UP.

Normality.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY IFFAH
ol' buddy ol' pal.
*throws rubbery cicak* :D
I know you're not a pink freak anymore, but what the heck.

In other news, HAZE upon us! Grab your gas masks!

In other other news, school today was fun. Said toodloo to the moral students, who went to FRIM. The signed this really long cloth banner thing. It's supposed to go into the Malaysian Record Book or whatever. Something about longest merdeka-happy banner ever. It would be a lot more cooler if they let everyone write in different languages, to display the DIVERSE RACES in the country. And, not limiting us to really cheesy phrases that made me feel guilty and not at all patriotic.

Then we watched some cheerleading vids and gymrama vids that we did during PJ with Cik F. That was funny. Then we watched a student drama of Puteri Hang Li Po during BM. Recess was uneventful. Chemistry was ... normal. And there was no Physics, so Nazia, Iffah, Sophie and I bonded with the two trainee teachers.

I'm posting a lot lately. Hmmm.

EDIT: Found this while surfing the net:

"Just got back from Borders, where they took back my book [Breaking Dawn] with no problem. Got into a discussion with the cashier about how I was the 15th(!!!) person to bring my book back today. Seems like many customers felt that SM was not true to her characters and her self created Twilight world, and are calling foul." -- quoted by julian_black on LiveJournal.com

The tagline for this is "Don't Burn It, Return It."
And I'm all, duuuuude. This looks like serious business. (cue Joker-reel saying "Why So Serious?") I know the ending wasn't the best in the world, but ... I'm wondering what Stephenie Meyer's got to say for herself now.

EDIT2: I read up more on the DEMON CHILD and I can't take it, THERE'S SO MUCH BLOOD. Ah well Sara, this is what happens when you ask book writers for gory, bloody endings. Avatar wouldn't give it to you, so ... eh, well the DEMON CHILD decided to oblige. Egghyuk. At least it's not boring. Completely weirded like palatypus crap, but nope, not boring.