The Promised Land

Now, I have come to realise that almost monthly, there will be one day where some people (usually 1 or 2) get infected by what I like to call "The Bimbotic Virus". It is, hopefully, a one day thing and should not last any longer than that. If they are still bimbotic, they are officially bimbos.

Now, why would I say such a thing? It’s simple. Yesterday (19th Jan 2008), me and some of my friends (Mas, Fatihah and Jan) experienced a day where there was a somewhat wide range of the infection. I don’t know who started the infection but there is no denying the fact that the people we knew to be jerks, bitches and the likes became somewhat of bimbotic.

How bimbotic, you ask? Simple bimbotic syndromes such as… well, we’ll just look at what me and my friends encountered on January Bimbo Day, shall we. And yes, I will be using the rats’ real names.

CASE #1
7:40am-8:40am –> Science class, double period.
Teacher: Shalinni, right? Answer this question: what are receptors? If you can get this right, you are very clever and good girl!
Shalinni: Um…um… UM… *stares at the projector screen very hard* Answer A= a structure that recognizes a stimulus in the internal or external environment of an organism?
Teacher: Correct!! Wow, you’re a very smart girl aren’t you?? Very good!

Nina: Psst, guys. Didn’t we start learning about receptors 2 years ago??
Mas: … Bimbos.
Fatihah: ZZZzzzz…..

Teacher: Ok, girl!
Mas: Me?
Teacher: Yes you. Answer this question: "what are EFFECTORS"?
Mas: *insert correct answer*
Teacher: Good…
Shalinni: Like, you’re so lucky, Mas. You got the easy question.
Nina: Psst, guys. Didn’t we start learning about effectors today??
Mas: … Bitchy bimbos.
Fatihah: ZZzzzz…..

CASE #2
9:40am-10:10am –> Recess Time
Fatihah: *taking small sips from a coke can* …..
Nina: *taking her time with her coke* …..
Jan: *sips from her 100Plus can while reading/doing work* …..

*Puan Leela comes in*

Leela: Eh! You shouldn’t drink so much fizzy drinks!!
Us: …huh?
Leela: Yea! You really shouldn’t! Do you know how much sugar there is in coke??
Us: *stares at Jan’s 100Plus*
Leela: *continues rambling* It’s true! I have a nephew who got cancer because of all the sugar. He drank 1 can a day and now he’s got Leukimia! Honestly, you want to drink, you should drink like… like her!

Leela then proceeds to pointing at a random girl from another table. On her table was a large Pepsi bottle filled to the brim with water. While she rambles on and on about the dangers of coke, Fatihah and me started to take down large gulps of coke to spite her… but I think it went unnoticed.

Leela: You should drink like that every morning; and not this… unhealthy drinks!! Think about it! *leaves*

a moment of awkward silence as well as silent rantings

Nina: Wait a minute…
Fatihah & Jan: hm?
Nina: I thought you get diabetes from sugar-overload?
Jan: … true…
Fatihah: your brother got Leukimia also, right..?
Nina: Yea, and according to him and his doctors… no one knows the cause of Leukimia…
Us: …. Bimbo trying to act smart….
Nina: Run for the blind hills.

That are but only a few bimbotic situations we encountered that day… Alright, those were the ONLY bimbotic situations. All were very annoying indeed. Now the meaning of "Bimbo"? (yes, I’m still not done about my bimbo rant) For further information, I have consulted the wonders of Wikipedia:

Bimbo is a term that emerged in popular english language usage in the early 20th Century to describe an often attractive, yet stupid woman.

Alright. So, to me, bimbo means girly+downright stupid.
But the definition above could refer to Shalinni and gang. Shalinni, attractive an’ all; maybe. Intelligence; perhaps none at all. Let me take this oppotunity to say… the way you and Shamelin decorated our class board SUCKS soooo much, I feel like tearing it down everytime I look at it. What did that have anything to do with bimbo-ism?

Nothing at all. =)

An ordinary day in school. Despite the New Year, me and my friends are as lazy as ever when it comes to Agama class. Mas was doodling away, Fatihah was dozing whilst I was spacing out once more into the great beyond. Then Pn Ung walked by the class. Out of boredom and total randomness, Fatihah called out a greeting towards her… which, of course, went ignored.

A few seconds later she came back. Except she was now in a panicked yet crazed state. "Who is Hazmie???" she yelled. Fatihah answered; saying that he was our classmate. Mas agreed. I stayed silent. (We have a Hazmie in the class? Cool.I didn’t know that lol)

She took the three of us to the back of the block, near the staircase next to our classroom. Sure enough, on the wall, was a large graffiti doodle of a spray can, blocked letters spelling "Bleh", a large sign saying "Hazmie" and a pikachu-like monstrosity at the top.

Thus, we were interrogated.
Pn Ung: Who’s Hazmie?!
Us: Our classmate.
Pn Ung: did he come to school?
Us: Obviously, no. we don’t think he did it. No one is stupid enough to write their name on the wall.
Pn Ung: …. you think the other boys did this ar?
Us: kinda…
Pn Ung: they ejek him alot izzit?
Us: they ejek everybody la teacher… but they like to ejek him more.
Pn Ung: …. I think got more than one people do one. the pictures all look different. Were there any boys pontenging class on Friday?
Us: Yea… there always is.
Pn Ung: *scowl* were they laughing when they came back?
Us: they always laugh
Pn Ung: were their hands chalky?
Us: Who would look at their hands??
Pn Ung: what makes you think its them?
Us: they hang out here a lot and they always ponteng (duh)
Pn Ung: Can you write down their names and time?
Us: sure we’ll get the name-list and the buku ponteng…

The interrogation went something like this. After that, we left and wrote down a couple of boys’ names on a piece of paper and passed it to the prefect. And that was it. By the time we got back to our seats, class was over.

Hooray for Pn Ugly Ung for saving me from Agama!

New start… again. Can never keep a blog for long, eh?
So, let me summarise what I’ve been up to lately.

I’m patiently awaiting my PMR results, I’m bored daily, I’m emo daily (blame my family), I’m rotting away daily, and I’ve learnt how to swim. Not much, huh? My schedule (if you’re actually bored enough to go on reading)

Monday:
- wake up at 3pm
- eat lunch then do chores
- spend the rest of the afternoon reading my book
- when my parents get home, I’m yelled at for f**king unfair reasons
- play Onimusha: Dawn Of Dreams (PS2) until 2am

Tuesday:
- wake up at 3pm
- eat lunch then do chores
- spend the rest of the afternoon reading my book
- when my parents get home, I’m yelled at for f**king unfair reasons
- play Onimusha: Dawn Of Dreams (PS2) until 2am

Wednesday:
- wake up at 3pm
- eat lunch then do chores
- spend the rest of the afternoon reading my book
- when my parents get home, I’m yelled at for f**king unfair reasons
- play Onimusha: Dawn Of Dreams (PS2) until 2am

Thursday:
- wake up at 3pm
- eat lunch then do chores
- spend the rest of the afternoon reading my book
- when my parents get home, I’m yelled at for f**king unfair reasons
- play Onimusha: Dawn Of Dreams (PS2) until 2am

Friday:
- wake up at 3pm
- eat lunch then do chores
- spend the rest of the afternoon reading my book
- when my parents get home, I’m yelled at for f**king unfair reasons
- play Onimusha: Dawn Of Dreams (PS2) until 2am

Saturday:
- wake up at 8am and go for tennis class
- go shopping OR laze around at home and read some more
- at 5pm, I go for swimming classes
- at night, I get scolded some more, Onimusha some more then sleep

Sunday:
- Wake up at noon then…
1) go shopping all day long
2) laze at home all day long (aka read) and get yelled at some more
- at night, I get yelled at some more, Onimusha some more, then I sleep

Interesting, eh? I bet you guys get to lepak with your friends or go to Sunway Piramid or Summit of whatever f**k you guys want. I’ll just rot at home and go through the unfairness of being blamed for everything from “why are the plates are not done” to “why the hell haven’t you changed your pillow case” to “why is the floor stcky” to “why the hell is it raining” and, oh must not forget “why the hell does the Kingdom of the Neverending Twilight Forest go through Global Warming”!!!

*runs away screaming and crying from madness and strain*

PS: that’s not even 5% of my problems….