Cravings

I dreamed that the whole of Kuching was flooded very badly, all the way up to the tree branches. The only thing that I saved to survive the flood was a packet of hi-fiber Jacob crackers and "A Walk To Remember" by Nicholas Sparks that Perry gave me for my birthday last year.

Amy Lynette says that it is a bad omen to dream about floods.

I also dreamed that I went to a candy store which sold pumpkin yogurt drink. There were lots of purple, pink, green, orange and blue candy, ice cream and yogurt. They also sold slippers from Africa in there.

I think that is the effect of me not taking any junk food for nine days? Healthy me.

I crave for a Pepsi now actually but then, I hate carbonated drinks. I'm healthy so I'll take a 100 Plus.

Promoters, Speakers, All Rubbish

Nine students from some college in Wales visited Saint Teresa's Secondary last Thursday. One of them claimed that Asians do not have any common sense. How interesting. Then, one of the officials from the college started promoting Cardiff Sixth Form College. Apparently, they offer 100% paid scholarships but with a rental of either seventy or seven (I forgot) pounds for boarding.

I personally think it is quite stupid to get a scholarship that only pays for your A Levels. After you finish your A Levels, where are you going to get the pounds to pay your university fees. Studying in England costs a bomb. Not that you can leave England after all, British A Levels syllabus are different. Sure enough if you are smart and lucky enough, some university in England might offer you another scholarship. If not, doomed lah. Stuck in the middle of no where.

They were promoting medicine at England. Claimed that United Kingdom is the best place to do medicine and that Cardiff Sixth Form College offers A Levels for medicine. Funny thing is that Cardiff is at the bottom of the list of top colleges or university in the world. I did plenty of research at different rank pages. Moscow State University is a better pick for medicine, cheaper and higher ranked. Not a very classy place, of course compared to other European countries. Click to see.

I have no respect at all for these college and university promoters that come to Saint Teresa's Secondary to promote their university. Business scams. All nonsense. They talk about the courses they offer, how good their university is and not about the course itself. I see no point in listening to all these nonsense from all these speakers because I don't see how the long speech about University/College X helps me to decide if I want to be this or that.

There was only one speaker I came across, some man with a PhD from Swinburne, that didn't talk rubbish. Why? Because he was the one and only speaker that ever came to our school who actually explained about courses and did not even mention a thing about the university he represented. That one did get my respect.

The rest just talked a whole load of rubbish

GREAT

Friday, 27th of June 2008 is a day to remember. There was a TOM YAM SOUP flinging war between THAT FORM 3A1 GIRL WHO CLAIMED THAT FAITH IN GODS IS FOR THE STUPID and another student/victim, whom a teacher claimed, should have won the "Budiman Award", whatever award that is, for splashing back.

I suppose that THAT FORM 3A1 GIRL is in hot water. Apparently, a teacher heard about her blog, went online to read it and was infuriated. So, she made copies of the posts with all those senseless criticisms and handed them out to the other teachers in the staffroom. A first class source told me that the teachers were not very happy at all.

I say, GREAT.

Of Arts

Performing arts goes with the words passion and delight. Uninteresting how Malaysia does not offer much prospect in that field unless you are willing to endure minimum wages of RM500.00 a month and sell burgers by the roadside to earn extra income. One of the people I know, is interested to pursue a career in acting. Who knows one day, some movie hits the Hollywood big screen and I could go, "Hey! I used to go to tuition with that actor!"

I finally watched "Take The Lead" staring Antonio Banderas on HBO Channel and I especially loved the ballroom dance parts. It was a 2006 release. I like classical dance not so much of modern dance. Unfortunately, I think I got five left feet or maybe those I call feet are actually hooves.

Gabrielle cheerily goes off to play the piano at 2.41AM

Enough Said

New zoom lens from Copal Digital. Dad was feeling particularly kind I suppose.

Tried out the lens later that night. I still got lots to learn when it comes to manual settings.

Boohoo. No Internet excess for the next nine days while I am over at my grandparents' place while my parents go overseas.

Tagged by LAU SZE LING

Instructions:
People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs & replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.
Tag 8 people to do this quiz & those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by & cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.

Quiz:

If your lover betrayed you, what would your reactions be ?
Yell "I hate you!" then plan the follow up to that reaction.

If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?
To be smarter than Albert Einstein

Are you satisfied with the way your life is right now?
98% a Y-E-S

Are you confused of what lies ahead of you?
80% a N-O

What's your ideal lover like?
95% close to total package of brains, personality and looks.

Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?
Being loved by someone....like Ah Jo's answer: Loved by God. Nothing more you could possibly ask for.

What is the one thing that pisses you off about the opposite sex?
Pervertism

How far will you go for the one you love the most?
Depends on my mood and situation

Is there anything that makes you unhappy these days?
No more cranberries left to take together with oats

What do you think of ANDREA LAU SZE LING
Squashable little ant

I tag....

1. Corde
2. Linda *Ahem*
3. Amy
4. Liza
5. Lilian

Got A Problem?

Some Form 3A1 fellows said,
"Gabrielle blogs about everything. What's her problem??"

Sounds more like they are the ones with problems over people's history of blogging about particular issues that do not even involve them. Wonder what is their blasted definition of everything since I don't seem to be blogging about everything yet. Maybe I should start widening my blogging scope to cover gossips in school, hate posts about my schoolmates and teachers, global warming, politics and all the way until Turkish culture.

Bloody hell.

Save your "what's your problem??" sentence for the overly emotion for no apparent reason bloggers and bloggers who got issues with carrots being orange.

Absentminded

I was going to say the words,
"my grandmother"
but instead, I absentmindedly said,
"my mother in law"

Unzipped is Hip

Teachers in Saint Teresa's All Girls Secondary School have suddenly leveled into this new psychological method of getting the girls' to zip up their pinafores by teasing to imply that the girls are too fat until they can no longer zip their pinafores up especially if their pinafores are far too small for their bodies.

"Eh, cannot zip your pinafore is it? Must be you ate too much chocolates during the holidays."

I don't understand why some of the students refuse to zip up their pinafores. Some of them think it's really cool to walk around with an unzipped pinafore. I mean, what would happen if this "don't zip means cool" fashion spreads over to Saint Joseph's Secondary, an all boys school? Would unzipped school trousers be considered the new cool?

Blinks.

Update

Went to Carpenter Street. Best place to get interesting jewelry especially at Treen Gallery, what a bargain. Beats those plastic Ah Lian styled necklaces sold at The Spring for almost quadruple the price. My dad came back from traveling this morning, as usual he brought back brownies and candy. U-n-h-e-a-l-t-h-y.

Went over to The Spring to hunt for another pair of Levis, a treat from dad for coming in 2nd (I'm singing quite happy, happy, happy) for exam. Unfortunately, Levis jeans-hunting can be quite a challenge. I'll probably have to go through fifty pairs of jeans before I find one I like and fits well. Stocked up on oats and cranberries too.

Hitched a ride from Perry yesterday evening. Some crazy human just got into the backseat, refused to get out and later posted about it. Eventually he got out of the car after making Perry's driver wait for ages. No comments on that incident.

Anyway, a conversation happened in class a couple of days ago... quite a gruesome one too.

Rhema: She gave birth to eight puppies. I tell you, she's such a lousy mother!
Cheryl: Do they stitch her up after that?
Rhema: Huh? She gave birth naturally to her puppies.
Cheryl: Ya I know, but they still stitched her up right? They stitch humans what.
Gabrielle: What to you want to stitch up???? Where got such thing.
Chong: It is like after you shit, do people stitch you up? No right.
Amy: Ya, of course lah! Wait I ask Claire. Eh Claire, do they do that?
Claire: Of course. They cut it first to enlarge it.
Gabrielle: I don't believe.
Amy: Eh teacher, after a human gives birth, do they stitch anything up?
Teacher: If it is a C section---
Amy: No, no, you know... do they cut and stitch that?
Teacher: Oh that. Yes. *Starts explaining*
Gabrielle: *turns green* Sounds uncivilized.
Rhema: I never knew that exists.

Safety-Thon Donation Cards

I dreamed that Aizat became some multi-millionaire. He paid for an all-expenses paid trip to some resort for the scouts. There, he paid Bruce and Stefan to be his servants for RM0.20 per hour to set up pool umbrellas.

Assembly lasted for ages today. So noisy as usual. I sat on the grubby cement floor of the school hall as an old retiree as the hot sun burned out my retinas. The principal droned on and on about the school's latest fund raiser project, donation cards. Apparently, the goal was to target a minimum of RM40.00 per class so that repair work can be done on the hall roof of the school.

Somehow, as much or as little Teresian spirit I have, a gut feeling tells me that this project won't be as successful as the school would have preferred. Majority will take one look at the donation card and think twice on why should they donate hundreds of dollars for the school to repair work. Donation cards from charity drives or religious bodies probably would have gotten more support as the word "charity" and "religion" usually catches plenty of sympathy.

As for a school to ask for donation for repair work, most people would have the mentality that their children are not even in the school, so why should they bother to donate. As for those who are generous at heart and well-off, they would probably donate at least RM50.00. Whereas for those who just donate because simply they were asked to, they'll chuck a dollar or two at you just so that you would stop bothering them.

Donation cards require less preparation compared to twice-a-year food and fun fair fund-raiser project but fair tickets sell off like hot cakes and money comes in like water.

Grades

Let's start this post off with the imagination of me sobbing hysterically at the suspense of having to wait one more week to get my English exam papers back. Which, also means that I will have to wait another week to know my position for term examination.

Additional Mathematics 89% (A1)
No complains. Second streak at coming up with the highest mark in class. Quite amazed.
Modern Mathematics 91% (A1)
No complains. Nine smacks on my own head for each careless mistake.
Physics 87% (A1)
Lots of complains. First ever non-90%-and-above mark after almost a year.
Chemistry 87% (A1)
Mrs. Hon would smack my head if she hears that I tried to measure liquid hydrocarbon using a measuring cylinder in terms of gram units.
Biology 85% (A1)
No complains.
English for Science & Technology 90% (A1)
No complains but unsatisfying but I shall not be greedy.
History 88% (A1)
No complains.
Moral Studies 88% (A1)
I'm too immoral probably. That explains my grade.
Bahasa Malaysia 81% (A2)
Wrote out of topic for the summary part.
English ???????????!?!?!%
One more week of suspense. My heart goes lub dab lub dad.

God said be grateful but I am thinking...Boohoo! I should have studied way harder so that I might touch 95% instead of spending hours and hours watching television. All I learned from the television was the Discovery Channel said that men will face extinction in many centuries to come. Sadly, that piece of knowledge did not help me at all in my examination.

Linda had a dream that our nation's oil price went up to RM12.00 per liter. What the heck.

The Croissant

That's a very nice-looking strawberry cheese croissant.

Nocturnal Creature

The price of curried rice at Thompson Corner increased by 50 cents.

School is starting tomorrow. I am so excited to wake up at 5.30AM every weekday morning and endure the horribleness of a shower so early in the morning yet when all the roosters and hens are still asleep in their coop. Don't get me wrong, sarcasm was intended in the previous statement about my excitement.

I have been sleeping at 5.30AM and getting up at 12.00PM everyday during the school holidays. Those are signs of abnormalities in my sleeping patterns. Nocturnal. Tonight, I am going to have to adjust my sleeping hours to 12.00AM to 5.30AM. I hate sleeping but I hate waking up. The irony.

Booo.

Yam stems for lunch today. Now that, I am excited about.

Marketing Saturday

Had a family dinner at night, it was my grandfather's birthday.

I had laksa from Thompson Corner too this morning after following my dad to Sunday Market. Sunday Market in Kuching is probably one of the most interesting places to go to. All the animal innards sprawled across tables, all slimy, bloody and with flies buzzing around. The most interesting scene is probably where they dangle large, oggling-eyed cow heads on large metal hooks. The vegetables section are not so interesting to look at.

Cedric Says No Heart

Heartful Cedric said, "Gab! Show some heart! Don't be such a robot!"

Look world (particularly Ced), that's my heart.
Cloth, stuffing and thread prototype.

Economical Solutions

Who can predict that the biggest prat that ever roamed the surface of planet Earth can turn out to be charming?

Yup, charming enough to forget my name.

Gabrielle Nathaniel Jee

*inserts indignant look*

MY NAME IS GABRIELLE JEE WITH A NATHANIA

Anyway, with the nation's oil price rising by 40% for petrol and 63% for diesel oil, it will be three times harder for parents to save money to buy stinking Play Station 3s or glorious Prada bags to put and end to their children's endless whines.

My mum said that the drive up to the courthouse will probably cost her double and she should probably go there by bicycle. Well there are other options you know, using other means of transportation that do not require fuel.

First and foremost, the sampan. The famous wooden boat in Malaysia that tourists normally pay a couple of cents just to ride from one end of the river bank to the other. Cheap and independent towards fuel. Not to forget that Sarawak is famous for its' rivers, so why not take a sampan to your destination instead of driving huh?
Next up, the bicycle. Every child probably knows how to cycle. Even the Japanese used it during the Japanese Occupation. Not only you save fuel money but you'll probably drop 5kg and end up with a figure like Arnold Swa-something after one week of cycling from Hui Sing Garden to Damai Resort.Or what about something new like horseback riding in the streets of Sarawak? A horse cost way less than a car, looks grand and horse feed is cheaper too but it comes with a shorter lifespan compared to Malaysia's Proton cars like the (in my opinion, hideous) Proton Savvy.Or something unique like this?

Emotional Post

I think that is a brilliant piece of artwork.

Okay, so here's to an emotional train wreck post. You must be thinking, "oh wow! Gabrielle Jee has a heart!". Stab it to check if I do have one and yes, I do have a heart just that I don't put it to use very often after all I always believe that the purpose of the heart is to circulate blood around the body so that I don't drop dead on the ground.

The drum rolls. So, what am I all emotional about today?

Well you see, tomorrow is my first dental appointment since a couple of months ago after my brace-free, retainers-free days. Joy. I can't help but express how 'excited' I am for my scaling appointment with Dr. Chong. That counts as emotional. Technically or maybe not. I am more in a state of indifference than emotional but then again, like it matters.

There you go, see? I have a heart. Speaking of which, somebody actually was charming today.

Tomorrow, I shall talk about the economy.

Economical Post

COMPLAINING
I have to pity Perry who is listening to me
WHINING
I still pity the person who is listening to me
STUDYING
I do not pity myself
INFLATION
I pity the nation. Aviation fuels per barrel up by 40%

Dad used to pay about RM110.00 for a full tank of diesel oil and now, the price increased by RM1.00 per liter of diesel oil. That means my dad will be paying about RM180.00 for a full tank of diesel oil.

On the way home from work today, my mum drove pass the Shell petrol station and vehicles were queuing up all the way from the gas pump and it stretched up to a couple of meters down the main road. After dinner, my dad drove pass the same Shell petrol station and time, vehicles were queuing up, double-lined. Linda Soon , who doesn't drive at all, was complaining about unleaded petrol costing RM2.70 per liter and how bad the traffic was today.

Oil prices skyrocket, everything else skyrockets too. Last time laksa cost RM2.50 per bowl, now one bowl will probably cost RM4.00 and then the special laksa, even more expensive because taugeh, prawns, bee hoon, santan, plastic bowls and chopsticks prices all skyrocket.

Dad is out to pump diesel into his four-wheel-drive. That is RM80.00 saved.

I Am Fat Lah

F-A-T

"You're a bit fat. Slightly fat. Not too much nor too little. What is wrong with being fat?"

That is a polite way of saying,
"You are fat but I'm too nice to tell you the whole truth."
I'm not a size zero
I don't have toothpicks for arms
Nor do I have broomsticks for legs
I don't see twelve ribs when I look into a mirror
I'm not Isabel Caro or Beyonce Knowles
I am no 34-23-33 (learned from Gavin)
I am 5'6" and not 45 kilogrammes

I assume that is what people want these days.

Conclusion,
F-A-T

I am not in denial that I am not fat because how I am I supposed to know if I am fat or not fat? That is what you call, a twisted state of mind. It could be one of those advises like, "hey, you need to work harder to get an A plus for History." I don't go around screaming, "I am fat! I am soooo fat!" but *rolls eyes*, the word F-A-T is an "influential" word. Why do you think the words "anorexic" or "bulimic" existed in the first place anyway? Because it gets into peoples' heads obviously.

Conclusion,(Credits to Gavin Wu for Photoshopping my face onto some poor lady's body.)
I AM FAT LAH

Resorts, Alien Dogs, Pasta

I had kueh chap with my parents at Expert Food court. Disliking pork, my kueh chap only had eggs, beancurd, kueh and chap. I have weird taste in food. Then, we drove up to Santubong and Damai for a day trip. Later in the afternoon, we went over to Buntal and dad bought fresh prawns. Quite uneventful.

There was a charity sale and my dad bought me this funny-looking thing. I heard that it is from that Stephen-something Chinese movie. Perry Tan Siew Shien told me that it is supposed to be a squashable alien dog in that movie. I don't even know what is it supposed to look like, it looks like some furry, green squid to me with a stalk sprouting from its' head. It reminds me of Stefan Lim and I think it is the hairstyle. So, I shall name this critter, Stepan after Stefan.
I cooked pasta today. Bow-tie pasta with Italian dressing, paramesan cheese, straw mushrooms and prawns. Garnished it off with those weird green things that I found in the fridge. Aha!!! This is proof that Gabrielle Jee CAN cook!!! See??