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It's The Blogger!
Monday, August 20, 2007
National Shit
It was a time when every seventeen year old Malaysian kid fears for his or her life. A time where one would be joyous over it, or sit in the corner and weep over what their eyes had just read. For me, it was a time when there were full of expectation, anticipation and anxiousness. For instance, Aiman called me one night with full of spirit "Hey Sara, you got in NS tak?!"
Yes people, it was NS time. And results had just came out from the website itself. Short for National Service, no, correct that, National Shit, where every chosen 17 year old individual must take its boot-camp-like training it faraway places or in different states in the country. Why? A certain government crack head said it was due to racial polarisation. Pfft, eh brader, perkara nie dah LAMA dah b'laku sejak bile ntah. So the DRAMA!
Anyhoo, my mind was killing at that time, will I or will I not be in NS? Will I have to spend 3 months of my lifespan in a camp thousand of miles away from my home? Will I have to wear that ugly blue camouflage stripes combat uniform? Will I have to wear a TUDUNG just so my head and hair can turn into an oven? Or worse...will I have a so-called 'wirawati' next to my name?
I shudder with fright...
That is, until light descend upon me!
Yes! Thank You Allah! Alhamdullilah! x) I didn't get in! I did'nt.fucking.get.in.!. Huge amounts of endorphines rushed up to my mouth, it was on my tongue! With full excitement (and because it was 12 midnight that night) I grabbed a pillow and SCREAMED onto it. I've never felt so happy AND relieved!
But unfortunately, there are certain friends of mine that did get in. First off, Feisal. Good guy friend since standard one. His sister was the first to tell me that he got in. Don't worry Feisal, you still have my sympathy. I'll salute you when you go and when you come back, botak and all, scoring with NS chicks, and grew an inch or two, perhaps I'll give you my full respect and not call you langsat or africa anymore. Remember,i said PERHAPS! B]
Secondly, my class mate and friend who's been my source of gossip and chats, Syaza. Ahaha, the nice nerds calls you tupai, or rather...tupai ganas? xD That line cracks me up everytime I hear it. I know you're shocked and all when you found out, I seriously felt bad for you, honestly did! Want me to tahniah or takhziah you? But don't worry tupa-I-I mean Syaza, with your fiesty attitude with a voice to match, you'll do absolute FINE in NS.
Last, but most certainly not the least, my dear old friend Sherry got in. Of all of us, of all of me,sha ting, stanton, and even lilie, we all knew we didn't get it but you were the LAST to know wether you got in or not. Unfortunately, you did! I wanted to pulverize the computer who turned your name up, but what good'll that do? Takpelah Sherry, least we went to Summit and I bought for you your belated slice of chocolate cake, from Secret Recipe sumore. Least we went for a walk and you found that nice shop where you'll get your dress soon. :]
Come to think of it...I haven't even got mine for the MPT5! o_o
Okay okay, don't fret, I shall list out the items I'll have to get by the end of the hollies :
- Killer Dress
- Hot Shoes
- Make up acessories provided by mama
- Formal Bling-Bling (in other words, jewelleries)
- Nice hair to go with
Okay, that's all I have to talk for now. Mr. Genie, care to grant my wishlist?
The Chemique signing out~
Scribbled at 12:58 AM
