Dead on Arrival.

I've just arrived home.

I'm the walking dead.

Its been 4 days and 3 nights.

Its been really hectic, tiring, crazy, funny, frustrating, and etc. etc.

Gosh.

Camp this year is quite different from last year's one.

So many things, so many problems, so much scolding, so much pressure.

Too little fun, too little time, too little sleep.

Camp this year was just simply unpredictable.

On the first day there, I realised I forgot my toothbrush.

Darn it.

I had to ask Eva's mum (aka Mrs Emilda) to bring an extra one for me.

She could not stop telling everyone about that incident.

I doubt she'll ever let it rest.

Camp this year had so many suprises and unexpected events.

Well maybe not that many.

But definately one.

A certain event which I would consider historical.

An event which I doubt I would ever forget.

An event which I thought I would not live to see.

An event which just makes my simply happy.

I still can't believe it happened.

Camp this year was just hilarious.

From the chicken dance right up to Issac telling Mrs. Emilda he rolled up his blanket when she asked him why it was not folded.

Eva bonded with one of her group members, a nine year-old.

And she got more than what she bargained for.

Greg actually shaking his ass while line-dancing.

I'm too sleepy to remember more.

Overall, a memorable camp?

Umm, its not a camp which I would miss much.

Yet it did have its share of memories.

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I'm still tired.

I slept yesterday at 4 and woke up at 6.

TWO HOURS?!

How did I manage that?

God only knows.

I spent hours at camp playing volleyball, cards, laughing, and just messing around.

Now I'm currently paying the toll for using up all my energy.

I can barely open my eyes.

I've got a headache.

My nose can't stop running.

I've got so many pimples.

I can't stop yawning.

I can't even think properly.

I need sleep!

I'm Leaving.

Okay, this will be my last post of the week.

I'm leaving for "exile island" in a few minutes time.

Dear Lord,
Help me thru this difficult phase of time.
Help me come back in one piece and sane.
Amen.

A prayer to help me.

Shit days here I come.

QUARANTINED!

LOL!

I finally watched a horror movie with my buddies.

Quarantined.

Oh well, the movie was okay.

Was not that scary.

Although Jolynn and Geraldine says they won't be able to sleep at night.

I mean, there is nothing about ghosts or supermatural stuff.

Its actually about a building where everyone is trapped inside cause they are quarantined.

There is some sort of disease running thru the people and they turn into cannibals.

Funny thing was, as expected Jolynn, Geraldine and Rachel were screaming their lungs out.

Even before the movie started they were like "Lets leave."

I admit I did scream once. But only once.

Anyway, they were screaming and screaming.

Bear in mind they were the only ones screaming.

Rachel was grabbing my hand until I swear my circulation was disrupted.

Next to me on the other side, dear Mister Joachim.

I expected him to not be scared.

Turned out, throughout most of the movie he was covering his eyes and ears.

And about half way he says, "Lets get out and go see another movie!".

OMG!

Everyone wanted to go out.

Gosh!

On my left, Joachim. Covering eyes, ears and cursing.
On my right, Rach. Dissappeared under her jacket. So in the end she was just a lump of black.
On Rach's right, Geraldine. She too dissappeared under her jacket.
On Geraldine's right, Jolynn. Wore her jacket front to back and used her hood to sheild her face.
At the end, Kari. The most sanest one.

The most suprising thing.

Encik Zaki was also watching the movie.

WTF?!

He was sitting one seat away from Joachim.

The freaky thing was, when there is a scary part is on screen he laughs!

OMG! He LAUGHS!

Joachim and I were exchanging looks.

JO thinks he is freaky.

After the movie.

Rach : I wanna go toilet!

Eunice : Okay. We go before leaving for CIC.

Joachim : NO! Don't go. Not safe. Go toilet when we reach CIC.

Eunice : What do you mean not safe?

Rach : He scared he kena quarantine! (laughs)

Eunice : (wth expression) Omg, won't happen lar.

Joachim : No, no, not safe lar. You two not scared lar cause both go in the toilet together. I go
alone ler.

Eunice : Omg, Your still scared?

Joachim : No, just not safe.
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I like what the hell.
Jo is hilarious.
Claiming he won't be scared.


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In conclusion,

I kinda loved today although everyone is claiming compensation from me.

Claiming this will haunt them forever.

Claiming I scarred their memories.

But it was fun right?

Its all about horror.

Eyes are Rolling.

I'm simply rolling my eyes.

Michael Jackson

SUCKS!

Can you imagine changing religion?

I guess maybe he did think God was calling him.

OR

Maybe its just for more fame.

IDIOTS.

Anyway,
I was in a bad mood today and Mister Joachim had to endure my nonsense the whole day.
Hahaha.
And he didn't slap me.
So nice!

Thanks for letting me irritate you!

I have no idea why I make weird decisions.

Blame it on fate!

Blame it on the surroundings!

Blame it on people who influence me!

Blame it on the people who raise me up!

Blame the government!

Blame the environment!

Blame everyone except me please?

Just let me live!

Missing.

Eunice Agnes has gone missing.

Last seen, Along time ago.

Kidding.

Well, I'm finally blogging now after what seemed like eternity.

I guess I was always kinda busy in one way or another.

First complaint,

GIDEON SUCKS!

I don't actually hate it.

Just hate the preparations.

So blardy troublesome.

Second complaint,

I'M BROKE!

Help me,

to all those kind souls out there, anyone willing to make a donation to me, a poor soul, you may give me a call stating the amount.

I need money seriously.

Third complaint,

MY TUMMY HURTS!

Ya, it hurts. It feels like I've been doing sit-ups.

But nope, I've been laughing too much.

yeap.

Anyway, I guess I could blog about Victor's party.
I guess its worty of its space here.

Kidding.

THE STORY ABOUT A WEIRD PARTY.

The party was just hilarious.

From Victor licking Jeremy's face,

Ben licking Sanjay's hairy leg,

Issac saying " CONFIRM ME" instead of "confirm NOT me",

Rachel being crazy over Korean actors,

Eva acting sexy,

right up to Luke being tormented by Julian to lick some weird stick.

EWW..

Gross, funny, lame, IQ degrading and stupid rolled into one.

I actually enjoyed myself there.

Oh well,

Anyway,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY VICTOR!

I know your secret.

Must not eat.

Who Am I?

Who am I?

I'm Eunice Agnes Sivosothey.

I'm 15 years old and in two months time I will be 16.

I'm born on the 26th of February 1993 here in JB.

I study in Convent and I've just sat for my PMR.

I have a younger sister.

I'm half Indian, half Filipino somewhat mixed Eurasian and Spanish.





Apart from that, I have no idea who I am.





As time went by, I changed. From small innocent girl, to quiet and goody girl who's always in class and listens to teacher, to a tomboy, to a emo, to what you see me now.





Is this the real me?


I don't know.


Will I change again?


Have I found myself yet?










I've always wanted to be more.

I've got so many dreams.

But I'm scared to dream, I'm scared of finding out over and over again my dreams can't be achieved.





I've always wanted to be a great speaker, a debater.

But I know I can't, there are people out there who are way better, have more experience, more skill.





I've always wanted to sing.

But I was told from time to time I suck, I'm off pitch. I was even told I'm tone deaf.





I've always wanted to dance.

But again, I'm surrounded by great dancers. I was told I can't dance. I was given "that" look.





I've always loved playing the guitar.

But I was told before my performance I suck.





I've always loved fashion.

But I can't draw. I was told before my clothes look old-fashion and my fashion sense sucks.





I've always loved acting and being on stage.

But I was told my voice is boring. I sound like a hawker. I have no emotions when I speak.





I've always loved writing.

But then again, there are people who's language are better than mine. Who have people to tutor them, to guide them.





I've always loved this certain game.



A game which I thought I would give it a try in form 1.

A game which I put my heart and soul into it.

A game which I sacrificed everything for.

A game which I thought I had a future in.

A game which meant everything to me.





But, again I was dissapointed. Just before my breakthrough competition, I was made a reserve.


I trained so hard for that position. I trained years yet it was taken away from me just because I could not shout loud enough.

Was I really that bad?

Yes, people have told me time and time again, don't give up, its not over yet.


But deep inside, eventhough I keep telling myself I can make a come-back, I can see, I can feel that its impossible.

I don't feel like I'm part of the team anymore.

I feel like I don't belong.


I don't feel worthy wearing the jersey.


I feel insecure that people look at me while I play.


I've lost all confidence when I play.


I've lost all passion for the game.

I've been advised not to let pride ruin everything, but its not just my pride.

Its just, I really can't bring myself to play anymore.

Everytime I stand in the field to play, all those memories just comes back. All those bitter memories of just being a reserve.







Its just really frustrating when you think you've figured out everything but you realise you haven't got a clue about anything.

Just who am I really?

What is my purpose in life?

What is my real calling?

Will I ever find out?

Forever...

My computer's down.

Something is going on with the moniter. It refuses to light up.

I'm lucky its working today.

Or else I won't be able to blog or continue watching my show or catch-up with people online.

Its been quite hectic this past two days.

Begining on Wednesday,
-Trip to the zoo. I was completely bitten by mosquitoes. The place was freaking smelly. But its
better going there rather than getting stuck in school doing nothing.

Thrusday,
-Softball finals between 3D and 3A. Yes, and as usual 3A lost. Atleast we're second. The teachers
are really kind by rewarding the top two spots with money. In total I earned 40 ringgit. Pretty
useful since I'm broke.

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I went to the library on Thursday. My dad could not pick me up right after school so he made me wait at the library.

I was not totally angry about waiting there. I decided to borrow books just incase my computer breaks down permanently.

I was looking for the book Twilight. Yes, I know I'm a bit slow, but you can't blame me I was busy okay. Anyway, I was looking for the book and I could not find it. So Carinn advised me to ask the librarian.

Here is the conversation.

Eunice : Excuse me, do you have the book Twilight?

Librarian : Huh? toilet? Oh, bawah sana. (points to toilet)

Eunice : Huh? No I want Twilight the book. (show hand gestures)Does the library have it?

Librarian : Oh, err..tunggu sekejap. (calls another librarian) Apa nama buku?

Eunice : Twilight.

Librarian : Apa? Toilet?

I shan't continue. Lets just say, I didn't get the book I wanted, I was freaking frustrated and I was so close to clubbing the librarian's head with the book I was holding.

Talk about frustrating.

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Anyway, I borrowed this really nice book from the library.

Its entitled,

The Truth About Forever.

The title itself was intriguing.

From this very book which I spent my whole of today reading, I learnt one of life's greatest lessons.

" Nothings perfect. Just be comtempleted with what you have."

Story is amazing. Its like, I've always wanted a perfect life. I've always worked so hard for it. But now I realise, a perfect life is just a regular schedule which later on you will realise it get boring. People need suprises once in awhile. People need abit of chaos once in awhile. People need abit of changes here and there.

The guy in the book, Wes, was really sweet. If only he did exists.

Another fairytale.

Regrets

I regret telling you.

I regret admitting it.

I regret cracking under pressure.

I regret ever giving it a thought.

I regret everything I did!

Why did we discuss about this at all?

Why did you force me?

Why put me under pressure?

Why put us in such a position?

Looking back now,

I look back regretfully, its not I don't trust you, I just really treasure our friendship.

However,

It may never be the same again.

We may not be able to talk like how we did again.

Can we look at each other without feeling weird or uncomfortable.

You tell me, its gonna be okay.

Trust me its not.

I know.

My foolishness, my stupidity, my brainless mind.

Fell into that trap.

Its not gonna be alright.

Why am I so dumb?

Husbands?!

I went for gideon practise today.

I just realised something, I think I rather Sacred Heart.

Anyways, me and Eva, ooops!
I mean Eva and I (donkey last) were talking about our future husbands, our happy endings.

Happy Endings?

I don't believe in happy endings after what happened to me before.

I used to think, I would find my soul mate.

He would be really sweet, loving, cares for me alot, misses me every time I'm not there and does all nice stuff for me cause he cares.

We would love each other until the very end

and blablablabla.....

But now, I'm more realistic.

After what happened,

I don't believe that there is such thing as "The Dream Guy".

I don't believe any guy would be so loving and caring.

I don't believe that love won't be based on materialism.

I don't believe in happy ever afters.

I don't believe any guy would do just about anything just cause he loves me for who I am and how I look.

I don't believe in guys would be faithful until the very end.

In conclusion, I don't believe any guys.

Anyhow, my future husband, soulmate, the person I'm gonna spend the rest of my life with has gotta have some certain characteristics.

My Future Hubby MUST be,

Fun

Great character

Doesn't put his pride before his wife

Carefree

Easy to be with

A catholic

Non-smoker

Steady Career and good study qualifications

Has some passion for music

Does everything whole-heartedly and with passion

Much taller than me

Not necessarily very handsome just cute

Loves me for who I am

Great eyes

Must play atleast a certain sport.

Romantic

Open-minded

Not afraid to show affection and that he cares

Willing to do household chores

Can cook

Allows wife to work

Wife the first priority

Okay with kids

I guess that is pretty much is.

Long list?

High expectations?

I used to have higher ones.

Will I find a guy like that?

I wanna marry Ron!

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Sitting with the one you love.

Looking at nature and the sky.

Words aren't needed, just each others presence is enough.

A relationship so deep, you understand each other and words can't describe it.

Will I ever find some who I can share such a relationship with?

Are you that someone?

The Rise of Anime

Blubber.

Its been days and days since I've blogged.

Oh wells, I've been busy.

The whole weekend just flew by.

WHOOSH!

Play practice, piano, church, watching shows, eating, putting on the extra pounds.

I've been eating like there's no tomorrow.

The next time you see me, I will look like a bloated fish.

I've seriously have no inspiration today.

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I'm currently hooked onto another Japanese Anime!!

Thanks Kim for introducing it to me.

Heee... I love Soul Eater!

So Cool!

I've been stuck infront of the computer for hours.

Soul's cool.

Atleast I'm better then Eva. I sleep at night.

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Believe it or not, I actually got third place for public speaking.

I was yes, most of the time rambling on stage.

But, atleast I entertained the crowd.

However, I doubt I gave a good impression to the teachers.

There goes my dream of becoming a debater.

I'm gonna watch this series!

Your cute you know.