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Thursday, October 16, 2008

Maji de? Yabai!

Its official! Joanna's 18th birthday is the weirdest day ever. Not just weirdest birthday, probably THE weirdest day I have ever encountered thoughout the whole 18 years 10 hours of my life!!!

I was going for breakfast with my dad and his few friends. One of them was helping by talking me through the different paths I may take to my medical carrier.. I thought by going to PMC 2 years later was going to Penang for 2.5 years then to Ireland for another 2.5 years later... Apparently, ITS THE OTHER WAY AROUND!!!!!

IM GOING TO IRELAND IN 2 YEARS!!

Its too soon for me to leave the nest.. I still want to be elidgable to be enrolled in the PaMa (Papa and Mama) program!!!

Well, after that, dad's other friend stopped by the hardware store (the one in SS3 next to 7eleven). Dad and I went to 7/11 to buy bread and obviously there were a few school boys (from the school of yours truly) 'lepakking' in front with their footballs. From the colour of the name tags, I knew they were f3. I was thinking to myself, why would they be wasting their study time with football and lepakking (pointing out the obvious - its PMR season)

So, I shrugged it off and went out to wait in front of the hardware store with my 'education advisor' (thank God for good, helpful and caring people!). Suddenly out of nowhere the f3 'friends' started shouting and cursing and pushing each other.. Dad approached them abit with the 'intention of intimidating them to stop' (to me he looked like a completely ignored statue in the middle of the walk way - no offence dad). Suddenly they started kicking each other.

When dad was just about to 'interfere and stop the fight', a normal clothes policeman stopped them just in time so dad didn't have to do anything (sense the sarcasm?) , yet he still just stood there like he was 'in control' of the situation.

Saw 2 f3 guys walk pass us to he nearest clinic with one having a bleeding temple. Dad and his friend started joking the DR JOANNA can stitch it up for him given the wires, pliers and spirit from the hardware store FOC!

Apparently the bruised boy's 'friend' brought a pocket knife and cut him on the temple! Kids these days.. Isn't it like a barangan larangan in the school (no names mentioned)? What happened to the good not so old days when the only barangan larangan we brought were handphones, CDs, mp3 players, fire crackers,...etc?

HOw did I know all that? See, my dad, as his friend told me was suffering a temporary case of KPC-itis in which the body was temporarily too busy (busy body).

Summore some of the guys were wearing the school PE clothes and SCHOOL UNIFORM! How did they get so DUMB?! I mean, ANYONE in the RIGHT MIND would not even point a knife in public let alone point a knife at his friend while wearing school clothes, is about to sit for the major exam and risk being barred from the exam and expulsion? Where's the brains in that?!

Oh well, that sums it all up! Many things have happened today which lead to today being the weirdest day ever!

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Thursday, October 16, 2008

Maji de? Yabai!

Its official! Joanna's 18th birthday is the weirdest day ever. Not just weirdest birthday, probably THE weirdest day I have ever encountered thoughout the whole 18 years 10 hours of my life!!!

I was going for breakfast with my dad and his few friends. One of them was helping by talking me through the different paths I may take to my medical carrier.. I thought by going to PMC 2 years later was going to Penang for 2.5 years then to Ireland for another 2.5 years later... Apparently, ITS THE OTHER WAY AROUND!!!!!

IM GOING TO IRELAND IN 2 YEARS!!

Its too soon for me to leave the nest.. I still want to be elidgable to be enrolled in the PaMa (Papa and Mama) program!!!

Well, after that, dad's other friend stopped by the hardware store (the one in SS3 next to 7eleven). Dad and I went to 7/11 to buy bread and obviously there were a few school boys (from the school of yours truly) 'lepakking' in front with their footballs. From the colour of the name tags, I knew they were f3. I was thinking to myself, why would they be wasting their study time with football and lepakking (pointing out the obvious - its PMR season)

So, I shrugged it off and went out to wait in front of the hardware store with my 'education advisor' (thank God for good, helpful and caring people!). Suddenly out of nowhere the f3 'friends' started shouting and cursing and pushing each other.. Dad approached them abit with the 'intention of intimidating them to stop' (to me he looked like a completely ignored statue in the middle of the walk way - no offence dad). Suddenly they started kicking each other.

When dad was just about to 'interfere and stop the fight', a normal clothes policeman stopped them just in time so dad didn't have to do anything (sense the sarcasm?) , yet he still just stood there like he was 'in control' of the situation.

Saw 2 f3 guys walk pass us to he nearest clinic with one having a bleeding temple. Dad and his friend started joking the DR JOANNA can stitch it up for him given the wires, pliers and spirit from the hardware store FOC!

Apparently the bruised boy's 'friend' brought a pocket knife and cut him on the temple! Kids these days.. Isn't it like a barangan larangan in the school (no names mentioned)? What happened to the good not so old days when the only barangan larangan we brought were handphones, CDs, mp3 players, fire crackers,...etc?

HOw did I know all that? See, my dad, as his friend told me was suffering a temporary case of KPC-itis in which the body was temporarily too busy (busy body).

Summore some of the guys were wearing the school PE clothes and SCHOOL UNIFORM! How did they get so DUMB?! I mean, ANYONE in the RIGHT MIND would not even point a knife in public let alone point a knife at his friend while wearing school clothes, is about to sit for the major exam and risk being barred from the exam and expulsion? Where's the brains in that?!

Oh well, that sums it all up! Many things have happened today which lead to today being the weirdest day ever!

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