Of Dresses and Heels

I have a crisis people! There are lots of farewell parties going on lately. I actually have to attend 4, and 2 of it requires formal wear. Gasp! Dresses!

Obviously, I'm more of a T-shirt and jeans kinda person. And I used to be a tomboy growing up. Maybe I still am...I dunno. What I DO know is that I STILL don't like wearing:

dresses...
or skirts...
or 'blouses'...
or 'tops'...

And I STILL can't stand

puffs...
and lace...
and frills...
and ruffles.

So does that make me Tomboy still? No idea. This is an area best left unexplored. But what I do know is I've improved from the last time. When I was little, (little meaning 12 or so), my mum tried to get me out of my Tomboy ways. For some reason, she decided the best way to do so was to force me into skirts of various kinds.

One fateful dinner night, my mum brought in a skirt and said,

There, you will wear this for dinner. 


I looked at it,

NO.


And my mum said,

What do you mean 'NO'? You will wear WHAT I tell you to wear, WHEN I tell you to wear, WHERE I tell you to wear it to, WHO sees what you wear, and HOW you will wear it!

.yuck..skirt.

Obviously, she was expecting a hard time and had prepared a speech beforehand. But it was a freaking skirt for goodness sake. Generally, skirts and me don't go well together. And I made MY speech next.

NO.


I am quite the debater.

YES, you will. You WILL wear this skirt, you WILL wear it today, you WILL wear it to this dinner, all the aunties and uncles WILL realize that you are a girl, and you WILL wear it with this pink shirt!


Pink?! By the way, I STILL don't like Pink. Long story short, after alot of shouting and yelling and crying (out of anger!), I put on the damn thing and we went to that dinner thing 30minutes late. Imagine you are one of the aunties uncles sitting there, looking forward to a pleasant evening, and suddenly you see this:

Meh, the way I see it, it wasn't my fault at all. My mum should have just let me worn whatever the hell I wanted to wear.

Oh, back to the point! I need to wear formal for these farewells. The earliest being realllly soon. So really, I don't have time to go shopping for 'the right dress'...whatever that is. Anyway, it'd be irrasional to buy a dress that I'm only ever going to wear once. Or twice if I go to both farewells. Haha. So that leaves me with borrowing from somebody.

Which is a problem in itself. Most of the conversations go like this.

Me: Hey, do you have any formal dresses?


Person: Sure, why?


Me: Yeah, I need to go to this farewell thing, and I have to wear a dress. 


Person: Whoaaaaa! April wearing a dress! Hahahahhahahahahahhahahahahha!


Me: Hey, I'm insulted here. What's wrong with me wearing a dress?


Person: I..hahah..need to....hahahahaha..see this! Hahahahha!


Me: Hey hey...it's not that weird okay! What do you think I'm going to wear to my wedding? A tux?


Person: Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! April getting married!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH!!!


Which is my cue to walk away insulted. But actually, I'm not. Heck, I can't even picture MYSELF in a dress and heels.

The second problem is, most people who owns dresses are skinny. They have the confidence to strut their stuff in that uncomfortable thing and make it look as if they have been wearing that since the day they were born. So, these people are mostly anorexic. And well...I'm not. I just can't fit into their size 23's! *looks down sadly at my 29* (This is really something I shouldn't be revealing as public information.)

People! If you have any suggestions or any solutions to my problem, or if you just wanna comfort this poor obese person, please! Leave me a comment or something! I NEED HELP!

#Updated:
I can't go now because I'm so grounded. Because some teacher complained bout me during hari ibu bapa. This spot used to be me ranting about that teacher. I just deleted it a second ago. I have changed my ways. I realized it's wrong even though it's totally their fault.

 YeeYing and Maegan inspired me. Haha. Read bout it here and here.

THE END

Boom Baby

You know, the other day when I was studying my Chemistry, I flipped pass a page that made me remember something lawak. So it was the periodic table, and about the elements in Group 1. For people who hasn't, or doesn't intend to, or has had but forgotten, let me give you a crash course.




The diagram above is the Periodic Table. See group 1? It's the first row (duh!) from the left. So you should be seeing Lithuim L, Sodium Na, and Potassium K. Okay, the reactivity in this group increases as it goes down the group.
So in terms of explosion:

Lithuim-----> boom
Sodium-----> BOOM
Potassium---> BOOOOOOM 


Get the picture? Sadly enough, explosions are considered 'dangerous' and 'hazardous'. We aren't 'allowed' to play with 'fire'. We could only put the stuff in water. Pffft. Lame, I know. Luckily enough for me though, 4sc3 is able to make anything awesome. Like, AWESOME!!! Time for the flashback.

A year ago, Chemistry Lab.
'Hari ini kita buat experiment! Tengok reactivity Lithuim, Soduim dan Potassium!' Junaidah yelled.

You had to yell in our class. Anything below yelling can't be heard. It's a fact. And Juniadah was so tiny. She has to yell to be seen anyway. Cute little thing. Just imagine her controlling OUR class. 4sc3. The most dreaded class. Our stand out point is laziness and noise.

'Ini Lithuim! We put Lithuim in water and see the reactivity! Then we compare observation! Tengok yang mana react lebih dashyat!'

We watched impatiently as the teacher took out a pair of thongs, take out a jar, remove the lid, and carefully take out a piece of metal. (Oooh..shiny.) Then she put the metal on a piece of paper, and then take out a knife and cut off a small portion. Then she use the thongs to pick up the metal and put it back in...

This was taking too long. My class cannot duduk diam-diam mia, how you expect us to sit still for so long? Then somebody asked,

'Kenapa cikgu? Racun ke?' cause, according to the book, its not.

'Taklah, saya tak mau kotorkan tangan.' 

And we were all whaaaat...


Anyway, the teacher was taking too freaking long, the noise started to build up. Soon there was noise everywhere, I'm not joking. Frequent exposure to this can really lead to loss of hearing. And my tiny little teacher was like,

'Diam! Diam! Duduk dan tengok!' She was still capping the lid but the noise was overwhelming. It's like, a sea of noise coming from all sides. Un-blockable. And still, the noise was increasing. You'd think there would be a limit to how loud noise can be, but you're wrong.

Clumsily, she quickly filled a bowl with water and threw the metal in. Then she used the mic and shouted

'Tengok dia react! Tengok dia react!' 

Nobody listened at first, but then we heard a fizzing noise. We all turned to look. And there it was, the most adorable thing. The Lithuim was just zipping across on top of the water.

Zip Zip Zip..


'Ooooooh...' everyone became quiet and watched the thing. 


Pleased that the noise finally stopped, she tried explaining the science behind the thing, but of course the noise started increasing again. And the teacher was like, no..no..oh gawd just make the noise stop!
And in a moment of desperation, she said,

'Soduim lebih dashyat lagi!'


We all shaddup-ed immediately, excited to see more action. The teacher then picked up the thongs again. We groaned. Not again. The noise increased, increased, increased. The teacher knew it was coming. She frantically threw the thongs away, yanked off the lid, and took out the metal with her bare hands. Then she seperated a small piece of metal with her fingernails. Fingernails. She must be desperate dude.

'Ini soduim! Ini Soduim!' And then she threw the thing into the water.

This soduim was even more awesome than Lithuim. It became like, a silvery ball that zipped so fast across the surface, it was a white blur to us. It also left behind a trail of foam or something, it was so beautiful. After burning itself out, it went 'pop'.

We applauded! Again again! we demanded. And then the students at the back said

'Cikgu, tak tengok lah! Guna soduim tu besar sikit!'

We were so excited the noise started building up again. And the teacher said,
  
'Ok, ok! saya bagi kamu semua keluar ke longkang di luar tengok sendiri!' 


Totally unorthodox, but she just wanted to get rid of the noise.

Whooo! Like a riot, we stormed out of the class, yelling

Soduim! Soduim! Soduim!

We crowded around the drain further up. The drain was quite deep. Then we had a mini countdown as we dropped the thing in. Almost immediately the Soduim started zipping across the water. We were all cheering for that single tiny piece of metal. Like jungle people. Some Form threes on the way to the Science lab walked by us and joined in the fun. They too were amazed at the beauty of Soduim. And much too soon, the soduim went 'pop'. We went awwwww! Everyone was sad to see it go.

Just then, Stanley ran out from the Chemistry lab, laughing like a happy lil girl. In his hand, he carried a large piece of metal. We cheered! The thing in the size of his hand was HUGE. Comparatively:

The teacher ran out from the class. 

'Jangan main-mian! Bahaya! Bawa balik! Jangan ambil begitu besar! BAHAYA!' She shouted. 

But she was helpless. Stanley already reached the drain and threw it in. Wow I swear, before the thing even hit the water it already started reacting. And this metal was just a-ma-zing. Like Soduim, it zipped around the water. And you know what? This metal was actually on fire! Imagine that! On fire in water! We were all amazed. Our heads were practically in the drain trying to look at the thing.

"Wow, what metal is this?" I asked Stanley while gazing at the beautiful fire resistant thing.

"Potassium , I think." He answered, gazing at the waterproof fireball too. 

I snapped out of my trance.

"What did you say? Potassium?'

"Uh huh"

"Isn't that like, below Soduim?" 

(Silence)

"Oh crap. Run eveyone! RUN!" 

Ahhhhhhh!! Everyone ran away like a drunkards. I even saw my friends bang into each other. Before I could even laugh, I heard the explosion. Think of it this way. If a tiny piece of Soduim let off a 'pop' sound, imagine the sound a larger, more reactive piece of metal would make.

It went Boom! And then the water from the drain splashed out like a fountain. Seriously. It went about 2feet high, and just splashed everywhere.

.splashing everywhere.

. comparing its height

And then Junaidah came out and started scolding us. Totally unfair. We didn't do anything wrong besides stand beside a drain. Then she chased away the form 3 students who were so happy. I bet they couldn't wait to get into form4.

"Masuk balik! Masuk balik! Nanti rehat TAK BOLEH keluar!" The teacher chased us back in like chickens. She even tried to chase one form 3 student in. Poor girl.


Despite being deprived of our recess, we went back in happily anyway. All the while talking and yakking away, much to the teacher's despair. The bell rang. Everyone stood up to go out.

"Nanti! Saya kata TAK BOLEH keluar! Duduk!"


"Te-ri-maaaa kaaaaa-sihhhhh ciiiiiiik-guuuu!"


Then we keluar-ed.

The End.

Frenz..are always by your side..and annoys you while their there.

The teacher called my name. I stood up, and was really really blurr bout what I was supposed to do.

"Psst..Wei Ling..which paragraph am I supposed to read?" I whispered from the corner of my mouth, trying to not let the teacher see. She whispered back,

"You don't have to read anything lar, donkey. You have to answer the 2nd question!"

"Oic..erm..and what's the answer?" In front, the teacher was waiting expectantly for my answer.

"Eesh..pay more attention in class next time."

"Yayaya, what's the answer?!"

"Wait lar, I'm not a genius K?!" Wei Ling was getting annoyed, I was getting afraid, and the teacher was geting impatient.

"April, I am still waiting for your answer." The teacher said. "If you cannot answer the question, that means you have not been paying attention in my class." The whole class turned to looked at me. 39 pairs of eyes. I turned to Wei Ling. She was scribbling out a formula trying to get the answer.

"Erm..okay..uhh..the answer..to question number 2..is..erm.."

"Just answer the question. Do you, or do you not know the answer? If you can't even answer this simple question, how are you going to pass your exam?! *touchwood* Maybe I should deduct marks from your next exam to make you pay more attention in MY class." Okay, I really sucked in chemistry, and I didn't need extra marks deducted to help me pass. I was PANICKING.

"Wei Ling!! Help!! Please..i promise I'll pay attention in class forever and ever and ever."

"Wait..I got the answer..but I'm not sure correct anot..aiya..let me calculate again lar."

"Wei Ling!!" I yelled while whispering. Damn hard by the way.

"April!!" The teacher yelled without whispering. Damn scary.

"Okay okay! The answer is B! This is so stressful!"

I looked at the teacher. "The answer is B." I seriously hoped the answer was correct. I didn't need any marks deducted. Please please please please please. The teacher consulted her book.

"The answer is correct."

Phew! What would ever do without friends? I'm really thankful to have so many. I tink I'll write a bioraphy on each of them next time. I'm grateful for all the times you saved my ass! (Don't act like I've never saved yours!) 

Wei Ling (Ceceilia)| Christine (Christina/Zygote) | Yin Sze (Ostricha)| Stanley (Afrika/Testica) | Ju Lynn (Angela) | Sing Tark (Carnivourous Tark. Lol) | Chin Shern (Hmm..din find one 4 him yet) | Kok Wei (Iguana) | Jou Fen (Deborah) | Pui San (Monica) | Jee Nie (Ievonna) |

The ones in brackets are horrible, 3 syllable nicknames we chose for each other. Hahah. But before I could even sit down..

"Now come out and explain your answer on the board." The teacher said, breaking my train of thoughts. Owhh shite. My eyes widen with fear. I looked at Wei Ling. She rolled her eyes and gave me the formula. Yes! haha..