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Thursday, December 4, 2008

days of dreaming. @ 9:25 PM

NINE
days till I'm in Malaysia.
[countdown for the benefit of ZhouPaikster]

Okay yes, I know.
Priya, where have you been this past week!
Fool of a Took.
[OMFG LOTR REFERENCE DORKGEEKNERRRDDDDDDDDD!]

Anyway, I'm sorry I haven't posted anything in a week, but I have been so tired/busy/occupied.
Quite a few events and first-timers have taken place, so prepare yourself for gruesome, unnecessary details.

Event 1: End of Year 11.
I know I'm hung up on the fact that the year has passed so quickly, but hey, it really has!
Last Friday was the last day of Year 11, the last day of so called 'laid-back' year, before the IB starts digging its heels into your heart and sending stress levels soaring with the workload of Year 12.
One last year of schooling, then off to university it is for this little Bo-Peep.
Quite depressing actually.
I mean, no more uniforms.
How will I breathe with the lack of conformity and fahion sense?!

Event 2: IB Nerdfest.
Exactly what it says up there.
IB cohort + dance music + BBQ = Nerd Fantasy!
Though about a quarter of the girls didn't turn up, it was hella fun.
Catherine's house was gorgeous, they even has this little Japanese style corner with sunken bamboo table and chairs that made you feel out of place without a kimono.
I had the opportunity of a lifetime to prance around and display my one and only Thriller routine, can you imagine, I was the only one who knew the moves?!
It wasn't really embarassing, I think GG and Adele were more embarrassed for me than I was, but really, who cared?
(Mikella would have been so embarrassed for me if she was there, but she wasn't!)
It is me after all.

Event 3: Biology Excursion.
The reason why my trip back home was delayed four days.
It was pretty okay though, though the guy who took us through the first part of the excursion and snorkeling was freaky, in a rather cool way.
His name was Harry, and he said that life was about maturing, sex, and death.
Well, gee, I would never had thought of it that way.
At one point, he was busy educating GG and I on the size of barnacles' penises, and was talking very intently about reproduction when he suddenly asked:
"In reproduction, what is the big 'F' word?"
GG and I just stared at him, mouths nearly hitting the rocky beach in horror. Then I went, tentatively:
"Fertilisation?"
He roared with laughter at our faces, we were kind of traumatised though.
(And yes, that was the right answer. Fortunately.)
Then we had to do a prac on tubeworms and their habitats.
Quite disgusting, I let Miki do the cutting up and bashing of the tubeworms, my main task was to ensure that the bristle worms didn't escape.
We went snorkeling afterwards, wasn't particularly memorable, except for the fact that we cam within 1.5 metres of baby seals!
They were soooo cute.

Event 4: Flight back to Perth. Nothing much, really. Planes and annoying busty stewardesses.

First-timer 1: Driving.
Drove for the first time.
God, it was stressful.
Its not that hard, really, except for the existence of the left kerb and stop signs.
I like putting the indicators on, they make such a satisfying clicking sound everytime!
:D

First-timer 2: Fainting.
Yes, people, Priya fainted for the first time in her life.
My dad woke me up at 6 in the morning today to give me an injection for cervical cancer.
Stuck the needle in my arm, all was peachy keen. You know, the usual, I've gotten needles in me so many times its not funny.
Then he pulled the needle out, and pressed a cotton ball to the spot.
I looked up, and realised I could see coloured dancing flashes of light.
And the next thing I remember, I woke up on the couch two hours later.
Yeah.
I can't even remember how I fainted.
How will I be able to fake it next time?
People just don't think about these things.

Yeah, so that was my life in seven days.
Eventful or what?
:D

welcome

priya!
a little bit gr33kish, off the beaten road.
falls through every promise and kisses every toad.
always on the wrong end of the rainbow.

exits

catherine
samantha
krissy
pathma
neesha
tash
paikhwa
serena
ann nie
weiyun

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