The Road through my Fucked Up Life.

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For Sheena and CK

This marks the first of the coming posts dedicated to friends that are leaving soon. In that couple above, it would only be Sheena leaving, but I deemed it unfair that Sheena get so many For Sheena posts, so I decide to dedicate it to her BF too.

It all started with CK calling Richard when we were at my cousin's wedding dinner. (It was a marriage out of no choice as the girl was pregnant. She was crying when the dinner was over, but that was not the issue here). Anyway, CK called Richard and told him that he would be staying over at our place on Tuesday night (last night). And after much questioning on who, what, why and so forth, we found out that Sheena has returned to the Peninsular.

Suddenly, that doesn't sound like a good thing. It has this macabre feel to it, like how an exiled murderer has returned to haunt again. A parody of Superman Returns: Sheena Returns ("via canoe across South China Sea" - Rajinder Singh)

So on Monday night, Richard and I had a massive spring cleaning. Our apartment is not the neatest of apartment. There are books scatter everywhere and thick layers of dust. And not to mention, we had to prepare a bed of CK. So Richard decided to shift to my room to sleep so there is a bed prepared.

After that, we had no news from the two of them for the day (Tuesday). We were wondering where the hell are they. I tot Sheena would be staying with SanSan, but 33 never heard a thing. No one seemed to know that the she-devil Sheena has crossed the South China Sea. But that night, when I was trying to finish my Kingdom Hearts 2, knocks came and the two of them walked into the house.

Sarah Sheena Toyat and Tee Choon Keong.

It was great see both of them together again. They were one of the few couples left (with everyone breaking up and all *shivers*) and one that would proceed into something we call a long-distance relationship, before becoming a prohibited relationship, haha. I thank God I did not get into such a mess of a relationship, that's all I can say.

But both of them are still lovey-dovey and looking at four of us together made me miss the days when we go out together. Sheena and Richard would be talking on and on while I and CK would talk about games and other stuffs, ignoring the both of them. And that was what happened last night too. I was playing PS2 games with CK while Sheena and Richard were talking politics of Sarawak, which most just flew over my head.

"Elena, I've been playing RPGs." - Sheena.
That was what she told me and I was shocked. Southampton ppl suddenly playing RPGs? (YeanKoon was playing FFVII on PC and Sheena playing NeverWinter Nights on PC too). I can just imagine a night in their room. Two fervent gamers at play. Super cool!!!

And she had a hand on the PS2 too, with her all-time favourite Simpson's Road Rage.
"I still love this game, even though I'm losing."

We found out that Sheena had an apartment in Subang and the reason CK could not stay over there was because her mother came over the SCS too. And she has a curfew of 10.30. And if the mother knows that she was out with CK, the curfew would be 10 minutes out of the door. (I think.) And so CK drove her back to Subang in the church car (meaning no coveting in the car. By God, you have a crucifix staring down at you).

And this morning, CK had to drive all the way down to Subang to pick Sheena up again. What dedication man. Not losing to my BF at all. Yeah, I miss showing off my BF to Sheena and vice versa. Haha. Those good old days.

Sheena regaled us with stories from the forsaken lost city of Miri. And since she did not update her blog about her pathetic life in Miri, I decided to do it for her.


Story No. 1: Working stint at San Francisco Coffee.
For a measly pay of RM3.60 per hour, where else Starbucks in KL pays RM5.00 per hour. What can be said, Miri mah... She is working in San Francisco Coffee and has learnt to cook a lot a lot of things. And met all kinds of people ie customers. And she need to memorise their faces, names and usual orders. So she can do this:

Customer walks in.
Sheena aka Waitress: Good morning, Mr. So-and-so. Your usual order of bla bla bla? Right on.

or

Customer walks in.
Waitress: Good afternoon, bla bla bla (first name basis). There is no so-and-so today, so would la la la be all right?

It looks like the customer and waitress have some really close relationship. But actually, there is a cheat sheet stuck on the counter out of the customers' sight. Haha. Cool right?

And there was this customer with handlebar moustache and on the first time she met him, she got blasted for not knowing his name. Mwahaha!!! It is a laugh imagining high-and-mighty Sheena having to grovel and bow to customers.

Story No. 2: Dumb Debate Juniors.
Juniors from her previous school that is, not IMU.
They were having a debating competition and Sheena became their so-called coach. She had to check through their scripts and make them repeat the scripts over and over again. Yeah... in secondary school, you prepare scripts for the motions but since you would not know which side you would be on, you prepare both sides and when you get your sides during the day of the competition, you have ONE hour to decide which script you should use prep.

Secondary school debaters are also different from varsity. I will elaborate in two points.

Point 1: Pampered spoil brats.
There was this boy who was in the debating team. Two days before the semi-finals, he decided to quit the team. Sheena had to console and beg and pamper him to debate. Hell, if it was me quitting, Sheena would already have a backup fella ready and kick me out literally. Hey, why the double standard, coach? So this brat finally relented and made a fuss as if he was insparable. The cheekof him.

This boy was the third speaker, the whip and he prepares his speech two days before the competition. What the hell? As the whip, we are to compare the points brought out by BOTH team, but he only knows one side of the debate. So how does he prepare his speech? But still Sheena went through his scripts and gave him an opposing point for him to rebutt. He tried, gave a valid point and Sheena pointed out that he needs to elaborate more.

And he burst into tears.

And this brat is 17 years old. And sitting for SPM.

And he sat there with tears running down his face.

Their other trainer had to come and console him, saying that Sheena did not mean it that way. And Sheena consoled him too!! This was not the Sheena I knew!!! Sheena would have took him the shoulders and shook him till his snot fly and his teeth rattle, but never say a good word to him. But she DID!!! Heaven rained yellow rain.

The other trainer began to apply a few changes into the script, meaning to make it better.

And he wailed "Why do you always change my script!!"

And ran to the sofa and buried his head into the sofa and wailed.

And have I told you that this moron was 17 years old!!

Point 2: Dumb, dumb, dumb.
St. Joseph (the school Sheena went to and was coaching)'s biggest rival is a school called Chung Hwa High School. So this juniors decided they need another trainer other than Sheena. And they chose:

A teacher from Chung Hwa.

And she happened to be Chung Hwa's debate trainer too.

So smart of them right? And she gives them the points for the debates and 'train' them. Have you guys figured out what would have happened? Well, you can't be as dumb as those brats.


Oi Sheena, I have blogged for you (since you are afraid to blog about those juniors as they have your blog address) so do I get a reward? You can help by giving those juniors MY blog address. Juniors like those do not deserve to be riding the seniors' tailcoats.

Unlike the Juniors WE have.


Guys, I am so proud of you. These juniors went on their first international competition and broke into the octofinals. We are talking about teams from Asia, including the Philippines (best debaters in the region), and they broke highest among the Malaysian teams. These are juniors from IMU, a university that everyone in Malaysia thought was nothing. But in the Asian region, IMU is now a team to be reckoned. Not IIU, not MMU, but IMU!

Juniors of IMU Debate Club, I salute you.

The odds will be against you, but you are true heroes.
Open now the last door, and take what you find there.
- Belthasar, Chrono Trigger

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