Je'mapelle Jane

So the Interactors of my school had International Understanding Day yesterday and obviously, it was themed Viva La France. Well, without even thinking I knew for a fact I was definitely going as a mime because I did that for Halloween last year and it worked pretty well. So, as you can see I was pretty excited. The decor was phenomenal, the food was pretty delish, the performances cray cray and the company was the best. Though I really wanted to win the plastic crown for best dressed but I lost (much sigh), I'm still happy that I went as a mime because I may never get the chance to dress as one ever again. So, congrats to the Interactors of SMK Seafield you guys are cray cray uh-may-zing.

Photobooth sess before the event.

Taking a break outside cos I'm not a raver.

Credits to this guy for the pictures! (Both for this post and the Bomba camp one)

Jane.

Mismanaged

So, life's been a little hectic and I'm not to cope well with it. Easy to freak and with mass amount of impulsive rage, I'm not one to think before I act when in a state of distress. Well recently the reign of the school's queen ended and we had a whole big farewell party for her with performances fit for royalty. No surprise that I was put in charge with music. During big events like this the teachers put the responsibility on us students to be perfect as ever, failure is not an option. However I am definitely not the depiction of perfect and I clearly am a flawed little jigsaw piece that's cut at the edges so I won't fit into any frigging jigsaw puzzle (cliche). So, I screwed up bad with the whole thing admitting that I was wrong for not being extra careful with the sound check. Well what is done is done and I clearly can't do anything to turn back time. If I could would but I can't. Unfortunately I still feel that closure has yet to be found, after being 'talked to' by one of the teachers in charge of one of the farewell performances. So, I suppose the next thing I should do is awkwardly apologize and run away. Well. venting done, life goes on and laundry has to be done. Au revoir.

Jane.

The hurdle.

Well that Friday afternoon, my heart was thumping like a maniac having anxiety for the fact that I was going to be living in a tent for 3 days almost gave me a seizure. Though being excited at the same time, I felt a sense of boldness. Stepping out of my comfort zone into horizons untouched. Coming to school in a beanie and my hair down, I was abruptly told to tie up my hair when my teacher stepped into my path. Everyone was chattering away probably feeling the same way I was. I couldn't tell because well it's hard to read the feelings of 86 people. I brought along a big knapsack and two giant totes. Later realizing that I didn't need half the things I brought including my toothbrush.

Well this was on our way out of school. all smiles as we were getting hyped up to get on our bus. We were pretty enthusiastic I suppose, with Naomi singing "Bus Bus BUS 1" on repeat. Evidently, we were all on Bus 1.

These were my beautiful tent mates which I love very much. Definitely bringing them to camps because if you don't have something they definitely have it! We spent a good amount of time passing out altogether in our tiny little tent due to the immense exhaustion we faced. Though I was very much intrigued at the fact that even when every girl in camp including my tent mates, went through a whole day of jungle trekking and exercising and sweating up a storm, their bangs/fringe never once went hay wire unlike mine. (scroll down for hideous after swim picture).

My to-camp bus partner wearing my sun shades. Those shades were passed around to possibly at least 10 people at camp without them knowing I owned the shades. Though I enjoyed the bus ride very much. It was very short about 30 minutes? Reuben and I were trying to watch Lizzie McGuire the Movie with headphones that didn't work well with his phone. It was enjoyable nonetheless.

Upon arriving at camp I was definitely not expecting a man yelling at us 24/7 teaching us about discipline and commitment and punishing us for being late or for being disrespectful. Though at first it was pretty hard to adapt to the situation but in the end I did learn a lot got to meet a few cool people and as a whole I enjoyed myself a good lot. I may never get to experience a camp like this again, but I am thankful I signed myself up. I also wanna thank all the jurulatihs or cikgus for helping us and also Kumpulan 5 you guys are the bomb... a! *badum-tsss....

After river crossing. (Swimming across a river/lake with a life jacket)

Jane.

PS: Credits to cameraman Gabriel for pictures. #hedidnotcrosstheriver

The Lost Voices

Well I attended a school choir fundraising concert for their trip to Brisbane yesterday. The only reason I actually go for school events like this is so I can dress up and feel all fancy. Though to my surprise i was very much entertained by the choir's ability to sing songs of various froeign languages including Japanese, Korean, Filipino and even Portuguese. It was exhilarating to feel chills run up my spine as I watched and listened. Kudos choir good job. 

Jane.

Outfit: Black long-sleeved mini dress (Terranova), Floral high-waisted skirt, Black stockings (Sox World), Mood ring ne (Diva), Black beanie (H&M), Wedged ankle boots (Cotton On)

                           

  

PS: Credits to Sarah Hamzah for lending me her boots and for the lovely pictures.

Later...

Having another 15 minutes of the world wide web before I adjourn to my study desk and sink my head into a Chemistry reference book. Sitting on my plush bed with its blue sheets and girly flowers, ad my orange feather earrings swish around to the artificial breeze as my  my ceiling fan spins vigorously. Though not much is in my mind except a few things, nothing I can disclose over the Internet. I have nothing much to say about my very mundane life. Life has been relatively good with chat groups and what not. I enjoy the company of people. Just the quality time with chats about absolutely nothing but it makes you feel like you're apart of something. It is definite that there are different groups of people at school and I find it ever so amusing how individually, people can be so much more different as compared to when they are together with their pack. They seem more together, more attached to each other. It's an absolutely lovely sight though when you jump in to the 'pack' it seems ad if you're not supposed to be there. It's as if you're an unfit puzzle piece. I'm not implying anything. It's just that this is what I notice and this is what I can infer from the situations I see at school. Though I do have a group of friends, I mix very well with, and they're always there for me, having my back and all that stuff but I find myself a little nomadic. I like to shift and spread out, so to say. Immersing myself in different groups of people just to observe how they are, their behaviour. It is somewhat like a scientist observing primitive life. I mean I don't mix with people on purpose just to observe them like science experiments.I just do because when there is a given time where somebody is not there or busy, I don't like feeling alone. It's not something I just do for fun. I genuinely like the company of people. It makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside like a big fat plush toy. I have around 3 more minutes, so, I'm going to end it here. Till then, sayonara.

Jane.

Valentine's

Random gift-giving and the invasion of love being spread like butter on toast. 14th of February something many may find the most magical day, the most depressing day or for some just another day in the year. Well, being my last year in high school I decided why not make paper hearts and pass them to a few of my closest friends. So yea, received a cupcake and a piece of chocolate today. Both edible so that was definitely a plus point. Talked about what love means to us today during youth cell in conjunction with the lovely celebration. So, ya pretty cool day, a little lonely cos my recess buddies were a little busy being faithful cupid assistants. Hmmm... pretty okay day.

Jane.

PS: Sorry my life is boring as shoes...

Happy Chinese/Lunar New Year

When you hear about Chinese New Year, the typical menu would be a range of Chinese delicacies, that are not in my vocabulary. However, my family decided to switch it up this New Year just to add a little zest into our quaint celebration. So, we kicked off CNY eve with the typical Chinese reunion dinner, Lou Sang and all that. On CNY day 1, we weren't too hungry due to the cookies and sweet treats we devoured at my aunt's place. So, we went hunting for a mamak in Jalan Telawi. We found a corner shop somewhere and walked in, all decked out in our CNY gear (cheongsam and what not) at 9pm to have dinner. I had the most delicious roti canai ever but it's a shame I couldn't remember name of the shop. Today came, and we had Korean barbecue in my front porch. My mother's Punjabi friend came over and cooked us delicious Korean pancakes and stew. We even had a little sashimi. So, I guess this Chinese New Year was filled with fusion food and pretty good company.

Jane.