The Day that Is Yesterday

My school is keen on having schooldays on weekends. Blergh. They are out of their mind! Why can't they just simply not have holidays when they're not suppose to?? They stole my goddamn weekend! Yes, a weekend matters to a girl like me. Even though I will be found lazing about in my favourite couch in the house or basking in the radiation of my computer, it IS STILL MY WEEKEND. Nuff said.

Saturday. School. And a foolproof barrier that stood in my way of skipping school. Oral. Yikes.

Speech, more like it. Mine was about Mona Fandey. Probably the most twisted psychokiller in the history of Malaysia. Thanks Miz for the inspiration. No, I don't mean it like that! A few days ago, I had told her about the witchdoctor/murderer. Thus, the idea for the speech.

I woke up with a weak fluttering feeling in my gut. Unlike others who had a spastic panic attack, mine take in a form of weakening my limbs. Walking up to the third floor had never been so hard.

But my speech went great! It's easy to say that I am pretty satisfied with my presentation. Not meaning to brag, but there was a guy that actually gape. Not kidding, yo. Talking in a loud and slow way makes an impression that you're confident. But I definately wasn't. Seriously, my hand that was holding the paper was shaking. Spastic panic attack. But it all went well. Thank god. Now, on with the BM speech!

-- I want The Killers' CD!!