School seems to be moving quite swiftly. Its week number two, and suprisingly I have no complaints.

Yet.

Missed four period of BM this week because of the PMD (Program Maju Diri) thing. Hmm..maybe thats the reason why week number two felt like a breeze. PMD was a bit boring though. All it had were talks about our future which basically revolves on the topic of 'Your Life Will Start To Suck After School Years Are Over'.

Very reassuring.

Last Friday was pretty interesting. During Mod Maths, Mrs A2 was going on and on about number bases when suddenly Zhong Ken yelled out 'LOOK! MONKEY!'. Just to clear things up, we are the infamous Form Five students who gets the best marks in school, wins drama competitions and openly studies even when there's no teachers in sight. But let loose a stray monkey on our grounds, all of a sudden we turn into some hyperactive five year olds who just lost their entire collection of Pokemon cards.

Seriously.

Mrs A2 was trying so hard to get back our full attention but it was the monkey who won our hearts and attention in the end. Can you blame us? Maths are long winded and pointless, monkeys are gray and cute. I would most definitely pay more attention to the latter.

As for EST, we learned about slangs. Some I've used quite often, like 'pissed off' 'fab' and etc. Then came the exercise. Mrs C wanted us to find the meaning and/or the use of certain slangs in real life. She would state down a list of words and we had to find its meaning or when its suppose to be used. Then she said the underlined words should not be used when we're talking to each other or anyone else for that matter. Of course, some of the underlined words were 'arse hole' and 'dick head' and we had good laugh by pretending we couldnt hear what she was saying which made her repeat the same word over and over again.

We forgot to grow up. What else is new?

Anyway, last night was pretty eventful. A mouse managed to scare the living daylights out of us. Us, meaning dad, mom, bro and myself. Yes, a mouse. No, not a big filthy rat but a small baby grey mouse. The amount of screaming we had yesterday sounded more like we had some frat party at the house. My dad smartly tried to shoo the mouse away with a broom, a mop and the occasional Ridsect mosquito spray.

And here I am wondering how I managed to get 8A's in my PMR.

In the end, the mouse managed to outwit, outdone and outpowered my dad. God, talk about family honour. This is embarassing. Just so you know, we never intended to kill the mouse and because of that the mouse is alive and well, enjoying his leisure time in some secluded part of my house.

Before I go, check out something interesting I found.




Just so you know, I don't have a lot of time on my hands.