You're flipping through all your snapshots from your two-week summer vacation, and you notice that:
. Your eyes are closed in well over half of the pictures
. You're perfectly posed, even in the "unposed" shots.
. You're not in any--you were taking the pics. (huhu..slalu kalu b'gambar xcntk..xjd..sbb 2 lbh ske ambik gmbr org je..)
Fame is an express ticket to happiness.
. Believe it
. Not (sape2 pn akan jwb ni kot....)
Surprise round of truth or dare! Your whole crew's playing. First you think, "Dang this is dorky," then you:
. Roll your eyes but agree to sit in...you don't want to be a lame-o (best lg kalu tgk org main je...xlibatkan diri...)
. Pretend your kid brother just paged you--like, he's stuck at a baseball practice and needs ride home. Or something. Gotta go!
. Demand that you go first, then choose, "Dare!"
Your friends describe you as:
. Kinda quiet and generally on the down-low (lalalala....sume org ckp gini....mntg la aku xbyk ckp)
. Just about right
. They can't describe you. Besides, who can get a word in edgewise with your mouth running at light speed all time?
Being on MTV's The Real World is:
. Something you've imagined doing, but you'd never ever pursue it
. A nigtmare. Cameras in your face and all your business airing prime time nationally? Heck, no. Give me privacy. . A given. You'll be on that show sometime,somehow, no doubt. After all, you've already sent seventeen tapes of yourself--they're
Dad asks you to bike to the convenience store to get last-minute stuff for this afternoon's barbecue with your cousins. You:
. Quickly check the mirror, run a comb through your hair, throw on shades and take off (heheh....)
. Jump on your bike and head out.
You're on a class trip to New York when you see your favorite rock stars in a coffe shop! What do you do?
. Rush up, start break dancing, and scream, "You gotta get me in your next video! I can sing, dance, anything! Seriously! "
. Check out their outfit so you can cop the same look when you get home
. Nothing. You've got a story for your buds--besides, isn't rude to interrupt them? (citer panas...aku jumpe artis td...dier senyum kat aku....hahaha...)
Between your bedroom, backpack, and locker, you own approximately___mirrors. (Include compacts. Don't include mirrored sunglasses unless that's their primary funtion.)
. One
. Two to four (cermin kat almari baju...cermin kecik atas meja study...cermin bedak muker...tp kalu nk pakai tudung ttp gak gi tengok cermin kat wash room...cermin kt situ besor....huhu..)
. You lost count. Actually, you can't count that high!
Have you done any of the following? Check all that apply:
. Tried out for the lead in the school play
. Refused a supporting role in the school play, demanding the lead instead
. Sabotaged someones else's audition
. Run for student government
. Sent a tape of yourself to Survivor II
. Sent a tape of yourself to Oprah
. Put the TRL hot line on speed dial for those daily trivia questions
. Gone up to a random limo, hoping it was movie star inside, one who might give you a break
. Told people that you were the daughter of someone famous
. Performed in the school talent show. (dulu2 jer....huh..1 ni jer yg penah aku wat...)
result......
FAME OR NO FAME. WHATEVER: (yea...whuteva....:-")
You like to be reconized as much as the next person (lalala....), but it's not, like, an obsession for you. Sure it might be fun to mingle with stars and varios boy bands members or even get a ride in a limo every now and then (limo..?? huhuhu...), but you've got a clear picture of what really matters--good friends (ye ke.....), keeping it real, and doing the right thing. Oh and the stalkers? No way!
