Redaksi high-tea

Skipped school and woke up at 11am. Heh. All thanks to me sleeping at 2am after blogging the entire night (it was hard getting the pics up, for some reason).

Went for the Sidang Redaksi hightea at Holiday Villa by Shawn’s car. It was raining before that, so cool air beckoned. What with Hurricane Rita battering Texas soon, and names for typhoons and hurricanes running out, the pessimist in me declares that the world might end sooner than you think. With a superpower country wiped out by Mother Nature, economy tumbles and everything thrown into pre-medieval chaos. It’s a very plausible scenario, out of the several thousand possibilities of something to occur out of natural disasters.

On to happier stuffs. The high-tea wasn’t exactly inducing any highs, it’s just… mediocre. Not many varieties, but I suppose it was cheap and should be thankful we had free meals. I downed two bowls of crab meat soup, and that was the best dish in my opinion. Tomato rice was nice too. Shawn, as usual, cleaned an entire plate full of chicken and it’s not really surprising. >_>

I shall refuse to admit that I made some weird tasteless cendol (which, I haven’t tasted yet) minus black milk and whatnot because I’m too dense when it comes to food. Sarah helped me out though, and she just learnt the art of cendol from Pn Zainab.

I followed Eugene’s car home as Shawn and the others wanted to attend some EST and English seminar. My blood boiled a bit at the thought of me still unable to be given the freedom to drive, but it’s only 2 months more away. I shall persevere.

Esther was hilarious in Eugene’s car as she had the sudden urge to release food from her rectum and us trying to stop from laughing.

Watched Malaysian Idol Grand Finals at night. I had to admit Daniel was good with his second song, Heaven Knows, and the other third song… but his rendition of Mimpi as the opening simply falls apart, despite the judges’ inconsistent comments and they appear to prove it when they commented that his second song is better than his first.

Nita. She made the show great. And the judges/hosts various antics made the finals quite enjoyable. I think it’s obvious who would win, but judging from Daniel’s various odd supporters, the competition is tough.

Why did I say that? Listen to my mum’s colleague’s sound advice:

“But Daniel is Chinese wor.”

WTF is with the racism? Choosing race over musical talent is obnoxious and stupid, and this makes you want to slap two big fat Moral and History books on said person’s face. Oh wait, Moral doesn’t have the nilai ‘Undi SMS dengan tidak mengira bangsa dan agama’! What should we do??

Yes, install it into the sylabbus next year and force students to memorise it. :) The more useless values the better! I’m sure the Education Ministry would love it.

I’ll be sending one VOTE NITA SMS soon. So that people like Daniel wouldn’t win and that’ll make the 50 sen worth it.