echoes of my mind

What a lamo title. Sounds like some cheap and low quality pulp fiction which is sitting at the back of a library's storeroom, lying in the dust, forgotten even by the one who wrote it.

Ok, drama class is over. For more information on how to act and express yourselves online, call 012-XXX-XXXX.

All right. The title has something to do with.....me at home. Alone. No sister here.

Stuffing myself to the brim with movies, Internet, and music.

While others study hard, I relax hard.

4 hours and 30 minutes time to 2008.

To all reading, have a nice celebration with your family and friends, whether it's in Dataran Merdeka or in front of your tv (lazy bum). Soak up the atmosphere and sweat and odour together. Hello 2008!!

A tag a day keeps all weird questions away...

Lek Ken tagged me about this thing. Feel free to hit Alt F4 to see the deeper secrets of John again like the previous posts.

List 5 presents you wish for:
1. Uh, lots of pirated DVD games and movies. Officers, you cannot stop me!
2. A PSP game
3. This is not exactly a present, but I sure hope that God will allow the man who cuts my hair (a barber...sorry, a saloonist) to enter into heaven after that 3 weeks of lung infection which took his life. And to think of it, I hardly know him, but if someone were to do something as intimate as cutting your hair, would you not wish as I did?
4. This, like the former 'present' is not really a present. I hope that the father of a friend of my mom will recover from HIS lung infection. Terrible business, this lung infection.
5. I wish for all the people whom I meet, those who wish me well and those who don't, to have a good life, whether it is or it isn't at my expense.

If I were to put the last 2 first, I would be crazy, as the saying goes, "One must take care of oneself before one can afford to help others."
Still, I believe that everything is equal in God's sight, numbers included. So He will treat every 'wish' as important. I think.

My 5 impressions of the person who tagged me:

1. Was previously fat, very. But he took the effort to slim down. When one notices this, one will think that either that person became a self conscious narcissistic freak, or that person takes the criticisms of other people seriously and constantly strives to improve himself. I think Ken Vin is of the latter. And do not dispute my opinions. i take criticism harshly and will deal back in kind. (Just a joke for the layman who is a novice to insulting people.)
2. Brilliant in terms of studies and very streetwise. ( I am not sure that one outing ...not a date dumbass...can justify that but he was the one who took me on a tour, unadulterated, throughout Pavilion, albeit seasoning it with coughings and complains of energy loss..)
3. A real dumbass in terms of housekeeping. But like I said, don't take my word for it, see it for yourself. Haha. Now Ken Vin will have lotsa company.
4. Socialite. (speaks for the circle of friends and acquaintances he keeps)
5. Egomaniac? But I'm sure he has changed after the camp. Haven't met him in person ever since "Pavilion" but I'm sure he changed...right?

The Most Memorable thing he/she has done for you:

You mean the most memorable thing I have done for him. Well, there was once, the first time I actually talked to him in person. Certainly not the last, as you can see from his posts. Well, he kinda bullied my sis in Std 6 I think, so I decided he needed a whooping and so I confronted this 5 feet 9 giant (he was like my height that time ok...and I was...short.) in the school courtyard. And I challenged him to a duel to the death. No, stupid. (Nazeera calls this condescending talk...I call it putting one in one's proper place.) I didn't whoop him, and, no, he did not cry, you ass. I just told him to fuck off my sister's case and stop fucking bullying her. No, stupid. I just told him to stop bugging her without the expletives. Check out expletives in dictionary.com if you happen to be in the dark about that word.

If he/she is your lover, you will:
Scream and ask God to strike me dead, for I am certainly not gay. Who here thinks Sharon Stone is hot at her age?

If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be:

because I stole his girlfriend? Haha. His taste is definitely not mine. He goes for Chinese, I go for the rest of the races.

Pass the quiz to 5 people you wish to know how they feel about you:

I am definitely going to pass this quiz to nobody. Call me spoilsport, call me 'not-fun-wan-lah-u' but you can shove it up your ass for all I care. I, for one, do not want to know who wants to shag me or bang me up the ass. I also do not care whether I am friend or foe to anyone, because, if I were to die today, I will stand before the throne of God and look at him straight in the face (if that's possible) and tell Him that I have done my best in my life and screwed anyone else who got in my way, as that is indeed the core way of the survival of the species.

I am a real drama queen. I mean, king but the phrase only comes with one gender, if you know what I mean.

what I have done thus far

I have a Bittorrent client. With which I have downloaded the last 2 episodes of LOST season 3 with. Now who says someone leaching from a neighbour's wireless cannot commit piracy? I have done it. Very well too. Just don't ask me how long it took to wait for 700 MB to download. I will strangle you. And yes, that is a threat.

Got The Gladiator soundtrack. Not very fancy but it'll serve as some ambience while blogging.

Watched Bourne Ultimatum on an unlicenced (that's an euphemism for pirated) DVD yesterday, followed by The Pacifier. BU was damn great, which was punctuated by my sister's squeals throughout the movie.

check in at the checkout

FYKI (For you kind information)

Did you know it takes an average of 4-5 hours to check out from time of request in a government hospital.

................................(I only come up with this title because I cannot find any other like "when fingers intertwine" or what not...)

Ok. Since i dislike social gatherings, I will not go into detail my prom night. Well, there came this time where my sis got bored so we went around taking photos with our soon-to-be-ex-classmates. As of this point, I will not flatter myself by saying that girls were clamoring to take photos with me. Did I flatter myself? I do not think so. But needless to, also, say that I can't take appear in photos well. I, in fact, look like crap. My photogenicness is like my voice-genic-ness. I appear horrible on photos. I sound bad on recordings. I hate pictures of myself, especially candid ones. I hate the sound of my voice on tape. There.

Went out with Ken Vin on Thursday. It was not a date you a-hole. Went to pavilion! Whoo. I love posh places. Not enough time to tell the tale.

Happy xmas peeps.

For the mouth speaks of what the heart is full of.

When a good and honourable man speaks, he takes it from the store of good things in his heart.

When an evil person speaks, he takes it from the store of defiled things in his heart.

For the mouth speaks, indeed, of what the heart is full of.

What the right hand does, the left hand must never know.
If the left hand ever knew of what the right hand did, the former would certainly take a butcher knife and chop off the latter.

With a Bang!

I feel sufficiently re invigoratingly happily perky (not quite a suitable word..perky..) to finally blog! Wohoo. As it happens, I have just finished reading a very bad mouthy book full of vulgar words that destroy the very roots of goodness of everyone sane, but seem to cultivate the evil of darkness spreading in a certain few. I am one of the latter. So what the fuck...perhaps the diarrhoea (that's true English English spelling btw, not American) of these words will seep into your minds. Your few sadly unfortunate minds.

WATEVER Fuck!

Okok. Down to business. Tomorrow is.....Drum rolls please...

*papapapapapapapapapaparap

PROM NITE! Wohoo!

What an anti climatic end.


To those of you interested in knowing what I did last holidays after SPM, piss off, it's none of your business...just kidding.

Read tons of my mom's books. Did not have the time to go book shopping. Probably won't be buying any more that 1 book from the miserly amount of RM20 MPH book voucher I got for the elocution contest. Sigh.

Not much of a life story, but it'll make the cut, I'm sure.

whoopee!! We all have circa 3 weeks left for SPM to finally reach us!

Of course, while I was sitting for the second SPM trial together with my mates, I happen to have come across really interesting moments.

For example, I had finished yet another book before the exam: The Lies of Locke Lamora.
Quite brilliant actually save for its vulgarity. But then again, a diamond does not shine at first.

Another example of how my period of examinations was made lively was my little trip back from school. My sis and I sat Dharma's car to go home! haaaa! Now that was fun.
Kudos (according to my sis is quite a cliched word.

Oh yeah, yesterday we all watched Brokeback Mountain. Haha. Ok, it was sooo gay I tuned out and played some games after 20-30 minutes. Two guys fucking each other. One of the gayest films of this year. Yuck.


Innocent Bystander: That was a pretty boring account of that brief 25 days. Hohum.

Me: sorry, I just cannot seem to come up with something substantial. wth. Better go swot. BTW, GTA Vice City sucks. Sry for not listening to you, Ken Vin.

Am I a Fireman Now?

In Queensland, Australia, a 26-year-old mother
stared down at her 6-year
old son, who was dying of terminal leukaemia.
Although her heart was filled
with sadness, she also had a strong feeling of
determination. Like any
parent, she wanted her son to grow up & fulfil all
his dreams. Now that was
no longer possible. The leukaemia would see to that.
But she still wanted
her son's dream to come true. She took her son's
hand and asked, "Ben, did
you ever think about what you wanted to be once you
grew up? Did you ever
dream and wish what you would do with your life?"

"Mummy, I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew
up."

Mum smiled back and said, "Let's see if we can make
your wish come true."

Later that day she went to her local fire Station in
Brisbane, where she
met Fireman Bob, who had a heart as big as
Queensland. She explained her
son's final wish and asked if it might be possible
to give her 6-year old son a
ride around the block on a fire engine.

Fireman Bob said, "Look, we can do better than that.
If you'll have your
son ready at seven o'clock Wednesday morning, we'll
make him an honorary
fireman for the whole day. He can come down to the
fire station, eat with us,
go out on all the fire calls, the full Monty! And if
you'll give us his sizes,
we'll get a real fire uniform for him, with a real
fire hat - not a toy -one
with the emblem of the Queensland Fire & Rescue
Department on it, a
yellow slicker like we wear and rubber boots.
They're all manufactured right
here in Brisbane, so we can get them fast."

Three days later Fireman Bob picked up Ben, dressed
him in his uniform
and escorted him from his hospital bed to the
waiting truck.

Ben got to sit on the back of the truck and help
steer it back to the
fire station. He was in heaven. There were three
fire calls in Brisbane that
day and Ben got to go out on all three calls. He
rode in the different fire
engines that day. He was also videotaped for the
local news programme.

Having his dream come true, with all the Love and
attention that was
lavished upon him, so deeply touched Ben, that he
lived three months
longer than any doctor thought possible.

One night all of his vital signs began to drop
dramatically and the head
nurse, who believed in the hospice concept - that no
one should die alone,
began to call the family members to the hospital.

Then she remembered the day Ben had spent as a
fireman, so she called
the Fire Station and asked if it would be possible
to send a fireman in
uniform to the hospital to be with Ben as he made
his transition.

The Officer in charge replied, "We can do better
than that. We'll be there
in five minutes. Will you please do me a favour?
When you hear the sirens
screaming and see the lights flashing, will you
announce over the PA
system, that there is not a fire? It's the
department coming to see one of its
finest members one more time. And will you open the
window to his room?

About five minutes later a hook and ladder truck
arrived at the hospital
and extended its ladder up to Ben's third floor open
window - 16 fire-fighters
climbed up the ladder into Ben's room.

With his mother's permission, they hugged him and
held him and told him
how much they LOVED him.

With his dying breath, Ben looked up at the fire
chief and said, "Chief,
am I really a fireman now?"

"Ben, you are, and the Head Chief, Jesus, is holding
your hand," the O.I.C
said. With those words, Ben smiled and said, "I
know, He's been holding my
hand all day, and the angels have been singing.." He
closed his eyes one
last time.

My instructions were to send this to at least four
people that I wanted
the Gods to bless and I picked you.

--Well, I did post it for the whole world to see did I not?
(got it from my mom)

yosh.

This should count as post number 100. The previous was just a saying.

1. The first day I went back to school with this hairdo, guess who popped up while Ken Vin was criticizing me for not following our "pact". Zachary Hon Heng Soon. WTH. He came to blabber on about being a reptile and told us that shaving every single hair on our bodies will do just right. Yeah, right. I would like to see you hairless.

2. Finally managed to conquer yet another obstacle in my way: a book series. Haaa. It is called the Legend of the Five Rings aka Rokugan. The title was not clear anyway but what the heck. It is a D&D thing, all these serial books. Keegan was busy raving about it a few weeks ago and right after his incessant babbling, he shoved a book into my hand:
The First Scroll: The Scorpion
There were all together 7 books and here I am, almost 3 weeks later, alive and breathing having completed the series.

3. Yayaya Wei Li, you would say that the author took sooo much time to write it and I finish it in a matter of days. The Harry Potter series was a cakewalk though I would not want to read it again. It nearly destroyed my eyesight. But then again, my eyesight ain't that good anyways.

4. Tzuk and Boonz took to calling Keegan a traitor. =.=?? Looks like Keegan is the noob traitor now heh?

5. Oh and by the way (this is more of an announcement to myself anyway...) Dharma promised me a free set of skipping ropes! Yes, now I can exercise from the comfort of the unit I live in! Perhaps I will make a hole in the ceiling of the unit below mine.

6. Encik Wan has gone mad.

Arizwan: Saya ada lapan set soalan untuk kamu semua buat.

Us(5SC1): Aaah? Apa cikgu? Ayah, tak perlu buatlah!

Arizwan: Apa? Hai, saya dah fotostat dah. Kamu semua akan buat sampai muntah nilai.

And today, he gave us a fresh set of crap to finish. Suddenly, the forecast results don't seem so important. Wait, what am I thinking. Don't be stupid.
Ken Vin was crazy-er.

KV: Ayah, don't need to do wan lah.

7.
In winter's sorrow
Despairing shadows gone long
In my eyes, spring dawns.

--the haiku of a dead samurai

Got that from the last book of the aforementioned series.

8. Happy birthday Ng Wei Li.

"Great minds think alike, fools never differ."-Puan Siti Norbaya

paper bombs and flimsy dogfights

Yes yes!! Today we all went to watch some film on World War 2 during Mr Rama's lesson. Wohoo!
Though I could actually spot a certain few people bringing their Maths exercises into the theaterette (or however you spell it). Wow, you can see in the dark. That's a pretty cool feature. That a new and rare genetic variation?

Unfortunately for Malaysia, I have managed to interpret the film.

The one thing that we, citizens of this 'cemerlang', 'gemilang' and 'terbilang' Malaysia lack is patriotism and nationalism. When I saw scenes of Mussolini and Hitler uniting their people with flaming speeches, I could only see our leaders pointing at each other in the Dewan Rakyat and Dewan Negara and telling each other who leaks once a month. How's that for patriotism?

I am sorry Malaysia, for I will be criticizing you for the months and maybe years to follow.

The regrets of this superficial life...

Yes, I have finally finished reading The Game by Neil Strauss. Well, what seemed at first to be like an indispensable guide to seducing women has turned out to be filled with moral lessons. I really am grateful I have been given the chance to read this book by Wei. No doubt I wanted to read it because of its intriguing storyline (Jia Min and Keegan AND Ze Yen would have said for the 'hamsup' scenes...even though I have found little enjoyment reading them..pointless) and guess where it has brought me now.

Let me further attempt to shed some light ahead with this aged hurricane lamp.

1. Picking up girls is definitely not what life is all about. People think professional pickup artists are the kings of the world and have the best piece of life i.e. girls. I used to think about that too. Only to discover how shallow and phony that 'fact' is.
Reality check: We all want to be loved at some point or another by one who is sincere and cannot always have one-night-stands. One can only rely on porn to a certain extent. After that, fulfillment is no longer there. What remains is a hollow shell of what used to be us.

2. Life, cannot be rehearsed. You cannot say lines and lines (routines is what they call it in the book) over and over again without breaking up. What I mean is that pick up lines are only meant for cavemen with no other interests in life besides women and women and women. Try to be genuine when interacting with people. Ok, let me rephrase that. Be genuine, be yourself when socialising. No false fronts. Be brutal. Be honest. Like me. For further information on how one should feel, refer to point 1.

3. Being too fanatical on one thing in life could very well destroy oneself. Take for example, playing video games. Addiction. Another very good example which comes from this book is picking up girls. Same thing. Sarging is an addiction too.
"What about God??" you may say. Even though He said, "Love no other gods but me." it does not mean you should love Him in that sick twisted way as to kill all life forms He created by blowing yourselves up. If he wanted to destroy life, he would have sent the second flood (according to the Bible, there was a first flood, Noah and his family were the only humans left after that). Nothing is a problem with God. So if you really want a good spouse, I suggest you start praying for one and do something about it, not go 'sarging'.

With that, hopefully life will be more fulfilling for you. Never hesitate to ask for help.

Signing off,
Yours truly.

books i have been reading...

This book is indeed a good read. What is best about it is that I am not turning into a rapist. This book belongs to Wei Li. If indeed you want to borrow it, ask her. I cannot tell you much about the details but what I can tell you is that this book is for desperado casanovas. Meaning desperate playboys. It teaches you how to pick up girls which might be useful for those nerds out there (but first you have gotta know English, and are able to siphon the crap and the facts as it is told narrative style). One things for sure, I do not want to become a PUA (pickup artist) neither do I want to be an AFC (average frustrated chump) I just want to be an AMOG (alpha male of the group). Quite a lot of hardcore words (fuck..etc) and scenes (you get what I mean...) so it is not intended for perverts as they will learn more here than they ever will online.



























This book, I had borrowed from Ken Vin. Well, actually he mistook it's white cover for NEXT. Oh well. Not a bad medical kind of thriller. I do not usually read thrillers fast as they are not quite my cup of milo but hey, I am halfway. It tells of people stealing organs from unsuspecting victims. Not bad. Still I love milo better. Hah. NEXT!

MERDEKA!!!!...(-.-")

Yesyes. Today is indeed one of the most (and only) significant events of this year for Mother Malaysia. Ah, today started off with much fanfare. Ok, the usual fanfare. Government servants attending the parade at Merdeka Square and government school students or universities parading their floats.
Military fly bys with their new Sukhois (2nd hand...) from Russia.
The demonstration of the nations elite TUDM, TDDM, and TDLM.
All right all right, I get where I am coming from. This sounds like a mighty cynical post does it not?
Oh yeah, thank GOD they did not try to use the Nuri s for some performance. Probably end a future ace pilot's career (and life..).

Well, I recently took part in an essay competition that Puan Siti claimed was compulsory.
It is themed 'Malaysiaku Cemerlang, Gemilang dan Terbilang'. What an oh-so-suitable theme.
Well, essentially I gave them some pointers (in a student of Malaysia's perspective) on how to improve the country. That is, after all, the whole point of the essay right? To get some tips from not only the government school students but from the private school sector as well on how to rule Malaysia.
Guess what turned out of the compulsory essay we were 'coerced' into doing:
-1 person passed up the following day (Amanda's newspaper article plus some additions on Tuesday)
-3 persons passed up on Wednesday (Mik, me and Lek)
-1 person passed up on Thursday (Keegan)

What happened to the other 24 students of 5Sc1??
Too little time I guess.

Yeah, yeah. We younger generation do seem to take the country's past and present leaders for granted. We take our independence lightly. We take almost everything lightly, in fact, save for the gothic n black metal cultures. 'Lala'

P.S.
Will the judges from the MOE accept an essay of a student of 16 years old telling them on how to tie their shoelaces (governing the country) ??

on patriotism and loyalty to this soil

A few moments ago, my sis had said something about the KL Towers having different lights yesterday night. Don't know bout you, but only recently have I noticed that the tower seems to be quite psychedelic in terms of lighting. Maybe it's because Mr. Abdullah wanted to make a difference during his reign. Whatever the case, I am sure changing the light bulbs on the tower must cost some taxpayer's money. OUR money. "Is this a waste of resources?", one may ask.
Suddenly, a door leading to that hall of problems open up. Guess who opened it? Our government. People start questioning why should their money be wasted on minute details? Loyalty comes to mind. With our 50th year of independence anniversary coming up....

Yesterday, I was watching tv until very late, or should you say, early in the morning.
"K-19 The Widowmaker" was the movie that so enthralled me ever since I saw it in my grams hse.
I did not really understand the whole point of the movie, until yesterday.

It was during the Cold War times where Russians and Americans were having, yet another arms race. And this time, the "Motherland" discovered this new but still infant knowledge to toy with: Nuclear Submarines. (K-19 was one of the foremost subs to be powered with nuclear tech...)
Somehow, it was not assembled properly at the docks and when the time came for the submarine to perform a maneuver, somehow (yet again) due to the rushed job of the Russians to gain naval supremacy, the coolant leaked. Sailors had to repair them using chemical suits and not radiation suits due to some fellows incompetency to provide them the right equipment.

Bottom line is, those sailors died for their country. Just 10 minutes of exposure to radiation can rearrange your cells, genes, chromosomes, whatever we learn in Bio. Were they willing to die for Russia? You bet.

Thing is, if ever a situation like that arises with Malaysians, one which questions our willingness to die for this "tanah tumpah darahku", will we answer that call?
Not too long ago, the newspaper posted an article on how to check your status with the National Service Department: are you enlisted or not? (or did you"kena" or not?!)

Every so often I hear people 'congratulating' or 'mourning' their selection. In this area I wish to adopt a neutral stance. After all, it is not my time yet right?

Where do you stand when it comes to being loyal to Malaysia?

Insightful

Ok, those of you who do not believe there is a God, read this just for leisure or bugger off, whichever you think suits you.


1. God wants spiritual fruit, not religious nuts.
2. Dear God, I have a problem, it's me.
3. Growing old is inevitable. Growing up is optional.
4. There is no key to happiness. The door is always open.
5. Silence is often misinterpreted but never misquoted .
6. Do the math. Count your blessings.
7. Faith is the ability to not panic.
8. Laugh every day, it's like inner jogging.
9. If you worry, you didn't pray. If you pray, don't worry.
10. As a child of God, prayer is kind of like calling home everyday.
11. Blessed are the flexible for they shall not be bent out of shape.
12. The most important things in your house are the people.
13. When we get tangled up in our problems, be still. God wants us to be still so He can untangle the knot.
14. A grudge is a heavy thing to carry.
15. He who dies with the most toys is still dead.

New stuff!!!!!!!!

The brightest bulb in the box.
This idiom I have supposedly coined up (if it is the first of its kind that is...) actually means the same thing to "the sharpest knives in the drawer".
Ok, for those people who understand relatively slower (an euphemism) than the rest, it actually is used to describe the smartest genii of this planet.
For example:
"Although he was not one of the brightest bulbs in the box, he still worked hard in his studies and eventually achieved his desired result:11As in SPM."

To feed a king and starve a nation.
This stays true to its meaning. A king, on one hand, is filthily rich. Who the heck needs to spoon him? He's got all the money he can get. Garner more? You have got to be kidding me. Look at your less-than-average citizens. Scraping a living while you live in a palace.

To pray for snow in the desert.
This task is a fruitless effort made. So people say, but looking at the state of the earth now, all that global warming and bizarre weather changes, it could be possible. But that is not the point is it? (something like Looking For A Rain God...)

We're sooo not over!

Hah! After the long and dreary Moral exam yesterday (yeah, we had to write, and write, and write "nilai murni" after "nilai murni" and I nearly fainted). I spotted Edmund from 5Sc3 sleeping after the first 30 minutes. Oh well.

The going home part was the most exciting part of the day....as far as I can tell.
Just kidding.

Upon reaching home, I raced to the laptop to kill some virtual krauts. The immediate reaction was euphoria, mixed with guilt, after all, I am planning to go to Germany...

And, Keegan lent me this: Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows.
More fantasy and less reality checks. Private Drive is spelt Privet Drive. Wthbbq.

I shall proceed to summarise today's events:

1. We went to St Anthony's Church at 9 right after market shopping. Today's groceries weighed a tonne.
2. A lot of 'lala' people came too. A lot of undesirable ass-cracking and navel-revealing. Arrgh!
3. Met up with old pals, Amanda Khoo and Anne Yap.
4. Made an "important" discovery:

MYTH: people like to throw rubbish around everywhere.
REALITY CHECK: Malaysians like to throw rubbish around.

I would be damned the first day no Malaysian ever litters during a public event.

Oh yeah, and SPM Trial 1 has only passed. There still is a Trial 2 and the 'real thing'.

only eight people....

Yesterday, the inauguration of a ceremony: The Prefects' Gathering of Sekolah Sri Garden. Theme of the evening: REACH FOR THE STARS (personally I find it to be quite...lame? sry dharma...still, no one had any good ideas so the head had to make an executive decision...lol)

How many people were present (you may ask) for that prestigious event?

Uh, two schools?

Wow. How many prefects came from the schools?

Um....ah...ehe...eight?

0.0?

=.="

Yes, the prefects' gathering yesterday was attended by only eight people. Still as Amanda says, the show must go on (something to that effect..). It's better to go ahead with the games instead of not having any at all. After the speeches the 2 head honchos aka Jamie and Puan Hasnah filed out of the hall in a dignified manner. All hell broke loose. Literally.

The Amazing Banana Race Part 2
So fellow SSG prefects joined in. I thought, why the stupid title? Then Dharma brought out the big guns. They did look like guns:bananananananananas. There were combs and combs and combs of them. Ok. That was amazing.
After that Amanda and I were left to fend for ourselves as the participants received their instructions and ran out of the hall.
Some clues were kinda screwed up and the GMs manning the stations did not even have pens. wth. But never the less, we had put up a good show. That was after the girls from SBU left. For tuition. They were going to tuition in their sports attire and foul (garlicy) breath. Disgusting. Thank God I did not play the game. Haha! The benefits of being an emcee. Hah!
Dharma and Nazeera sang Destiny during the performances after the race. I mean, belted out 'their version' of Destiny. The mike Dharma was having was screwy. Nazeera, fortunately was not trying too hard...lo.
Nik Shazarina became the Ice Queen she really was. She had flour all over her. Mugen became an old man. Sanjeev was dripping from a mixture of flour and water. All of them had bad breaths. Except the emcees.

Give the head and dep head some due credit. tks to jamie too.
End of Part1.

Part2.
Today's visit to the disabled home was not as bad as I had envisioned it to be. Too bad Ken Vin did not come. It was raining like crap by the time we got there. Bottomline was, I kinda realised I might been taking things too lightly and for granted thus far. Had fun talking to them anyway.

Taylor's trip as crappy as it can possibly get..

With classmates such as these, sigh.
At least some people (like Amanda and Lek) were honest in saying that they will not be going to the stupid overamped promotional Taylors trip which was essentially a waste of time.

As I sat there listening to some stuff unrelated to the syllabus (at least I learnt something about particle motion...Li Wei, study more please!) and that was the only consolation. Wait, lunch was good too...because it was free.

Was just informed just now that the trip to Taylors was not compulsory...there they were coercing us into joining the bandwagon...(coerce is my word of the year).

The prefects' gathering is in circa 3 hours time. What will happen to all of us? Will there be at least a few schools turning up to at least give us some face? Or will we be EMBARASSED??

Haha, no doubt some people will be turning up, question is, how many?

Oh by the way, hopefully the 'Amazing Banana Race' is as good and as amazing as it is spelt.

The Ultra Fat Post (post number 88..fat fat)

Yes, an oh-so-auspicious post! Not that I believe in that crap.

Wait, today is Friday the Thirteenth!

So?

Yes, what utter nonsense. Here is an excerpt of an article I found on Wikipedia when I had typed "Friday the Thirteenth."

"

The popular painting of the Last Supper, with stories that Judas numbered among the thirteen guests (Jesus plus his 12 apostles), and that the Crucifixion of Jesus occurred Friday. However, Judas was not actually present for the latter part of the meal.

The Knights Templar:

One theory, recently offered up as historical fact in the novel The Da Vinci Code, holds that it came about not as the result of a convergence, but a catastrophe, a single historical event that happened nearly 700 years ago.

The catastrophe was the decimation of the Knights Templar, the legendary order of "warrior monks" formed during the Christian Crusades to combat Islam. Renowned as a fighting force for 200 years, by the 1300s the order had grown so pervasive and powerful it was perceived as a political threat by kings and popes alike and brought down by a church-state conspiracy, as recounted by Katharine Kurtz in Tales of the Knights Templar (Warner Books: 1995):

"On October 13, 1307, a day so infamous that Friday the 13th would become a synonym for ill fortune, officers of King Philip IV of France carried out mass arrests in a well-coordinated dawn raid that left several thousand Templars — knights, sergeants, priests, and serving brethren — in chains, charged with heresy, blasphemy, various obscenities, and homosexual practices. None of these charges was ever proven, even in France — and the Order was found innocent elsewhere — but in the seven years following the arrests, hundreds of Templars suffered excruciating tortures intended to force 'confessions,' and more than a hundred died under torture or were executed by burning at the stake."

"

Haha, that is just hearsay. Of course the arrests of the knights may be quite probable if there appears to be a significant number of historians supporting it. Here is another article. A very ridiculous one.

"

"It's been estimated that [U.S] $800 or $900 million is lost in business on this day because people will not fly or do business they would normally do." ^[4]

Some people are so paralyzed by fear that they are simply unable to get out of bed when Friday the 13th rolls around. The Stress Management Center and Phobia Institute estimates that more than 17 million people are affected by a fear of this day. ^[5] Despite that, representatives for both Delta and Continental Airlines say that their airlines don't suffer from any noticeable drop in travel on those Fridays. ^[6]

A British Medical Journal study has shown that there is a significant increase in traffic-related accidents on Friday the 13ths.^[7]

"

How lame can people be? Go figure.

Oh yeah, on to my main points. (ala debate style)

1. The Elocution Contest in conjunction with Language Week has been postponed. Some may yell 'hoorah!!!' or some may say 'shit' depending on which side of the wheel you are on, the one on top (dont get dirty i.e. people who have been preparing) or on the bottom (gets the shit i.e. people who have been preparing and then the event gets postponed..). I am the former and latter meaning I have been doing last minute preparations but I have prepared quite a lot. (1 hour spent writing it...). Can human laugh and cry at the same time? Ask my sis.

2. I cannot believe this: Miss Tan and Qayyum whacked Li Wei and I at badminton. Oh God, here we have already been panting while we were playing with Qayyum and along came Ms Tan.

"Court empty ah? I want to play!"

Hoooo...shit.

3. Keegan has quite a temper. I suddenly realise that he is being overwhelmed by work given by teachers. Not that it suddenly began, it has taken its roots since he became class monitor for a few years in a row. A group of teachers had the inspiration to chuck all their work on a very helpful, very agreeable and kind young lad, Keegan Lee Guan Ru. Someone please help him.

4. Next week is the Prefects Gathering. We have called quite a number of schools to attend but so far I have heard that St Mary's is the only one to respond. -.-

5. Mosquitoes have been plaguing my room!!! Everywhere I go in the house I am greeted by one thirsty bloodsucker. Piece of cucumber! If I ever see one in school I will kill it. Then perhaps mount it onto a wall like I have done countless numbers in the toilet at home.

6. Not forgetting SSGMUN. It was kinda anticlimactic towards the end. What a bummer. The delegates were debating on only two topics and there was not much to write about. Nik said that the newsletters were good though. Thanks to Ming, my sis, and Andrea. Whew. Glad that is over.

SSGMUTINY

Ahoy there pirate, yessiree, we shall overthrow the captain of our ship today, Nik Shazarina a.k.a. Secretary General this very moment. Hyeho.
Nah, just kidding Nik, just in case you read it.

Yes, day 1 of The NATO conventions (SSGMUN actually, but Amanda understands what I mean) was exactly as I said it was. The opening speeches were quite dreary but overall, I had managed to amass a fortune of goodies also known as gossip, latest info on how to embarrass certain delegates. Nazeera was one of them. You would know by tomorrow, Nazi.

I had my fair share of stuttering delegates and "uh...ah..."ing delegates.
And, I had reported all of their bloopers just like Isabell Zubinsha instructed me to.

So delegates, beware of what you do or say tomorrow, my mobile spy and recon reporter a.k.a. the-silent-one -who-will-be-revealed-at-the-end-of-the-conference will be on the prowl.

Deputy Chair of GA1, Lek Ken Vin did not see much action but I trust you would be more excited tomorrow as Isabell has to more take rests. I better cross my fingers that we would have enough articles and stuff to write. I am sooo eager.

Head Reporter signing off.

Busy busy

Have I gotten myself too deep in the brown warm stuff?

There is SSGMUN (empty talk, no action) next week and there is also the Elocution Contest which is also, to my amazement and "horror" next week, in conjunction with what we call, Language Week. Well, well. These are the topics that are put forward by Amanda and Keegan:

Music makes the world go round.
Academic results are our topmost priority. Discuss.
Green is the colour.
Laughter is the best medicine.
Punctuality.
Freedom of speech.

The abundance of topics and the freshness of my mind to this newness makes these topics very intimidating. Oh heaven.

I am soo Thrilled!

One of the only things worth mentioning yesterday was that during Physical Ed, our new and latest PE teacher, Miss-whatshername...? delayed us all from playing our badminton. Ok, maybe it did not affect me much, but you should see Boonz and Dharma. They were incensed, angry, pissed, mad, furious. Whichever word floats your boat, they were pissed all right. And Mr Joseph was going along with her plans with a resigned tone which I think she should learn to recognise...=.= I feel sorry for him.

Today, we wasted 2 periods practicing for a dance we did not practice. Sounds too complicated for your limited brain space devoted to analysing? (ok, that felt real mean...) Meaning we were not practicing for 2 whole periods=1 hour and a half...When we finally did, I finally managed to hear the song of my childhood i.e. Michael Jackson's Thriller. I have seen the MTV when I was little, and I thought that pae looked rather cool as a skeleton.

Oh yeah, and Amanda is purportedly gonna learn the dance steps by tomorrow. Haha, we will see.

And there was that ho-hum talk about Actuarial Science. You shitting me? Almost 2 hours were spent on talking about Taylor's ADP program and actuarial science was..almost nonexistent. A promotional stunt. And give me a good reason why you call that a "career" talk? Why call it a "Career Week"?

Not a bad day after all. My foot.

Good Night

Mr.P: IU Night was held yesterday. That is all.

Me: No that is not all. I participated in it.

Mr. P: Oh did you?

Me: Yes I did. I helped the Interacters.

Mr. P: So that's an accomplishment?

Me: Oh yes, indeed.

Ah, IU Night. This event happens to happen every year. Can inaugural be used?
Anyway, I had arrived there rather early only because I had decided to walk my sis there. The moment I reached there, I was thrust into a web of intrigue.

Was supposed to "usher" people in, but what the heck. I paid 5 bucks not to show people to their seats but sit on seats. So there I was with Ken Vin and the silly BERK chop on my palm.

Anyway, it started with the national anthem followed by the Interact Song. "Interact Song"??? What the cucumber? You mean there actually is an interact song? I gotta listen to them sing it. Guess what? I heard whispers which were mostly blocking out the already inaudible murmur of the song. Guys, you have great Interacters for the record. Bla bla bla.

Fashion show, talent time...sigh. Zzzz. Wait! There was Nazeera's performance on Kelly Clarkson's Because of You? (I kinda forgot the song...) in which she tried too hard ( a Nazeera trait) and did, IMHO, quite well..(well, I do not plan to have a red tan mark on my back when I go back on Monday...) but unfortunately, people were booing. Losers...
Oh yeah, did I forget to mention, she brought this rather hot looking guy (I am not gay...) to school and I immediately bugged her about him.

"Who's dat hot guy?"
"Oh, one of my friends."
"Really? I thought he was your boy-friend.."
"No-lah!"
"Really? He a mix?"
"Pakistani mix.."
"What base are you guys at now??"

Hah. Hope readers understood what conspired.

Then there was this parody on Harry Potter. Freaking funny crap. It drove me bats...but unfortunately, according to Ramesh and gang, they sucked. Oh well, try again Hui Jien.

Another Harry Potter stunt on the catwalk was pulled off by none other than Sze Li Wei. He was posing as Harry Potter and said these long shitty strings of incantations I nearly barfed while I was recording using Boonz' vid cam. So damn funny.

Met Matthew there. At first I thought who the heck is this guy? Then realization dawned when he got called up for the BERK quiz. I met him in church....bummer.

All the "po"s came in from 7 onwards. Why so lame? Fashionably late my pink bottom.

While we were cleaning up, I complained to Ken Chong about the clowns who did not do anything (our school's Interactors..) and he retorted by saying that they did not come at 6.00 sharp and left at 9.30 sharp. Why, again, so lame? So there we were, busting our butts and backs.

Summing it all up, I think Amanda did pretty well. Congrats Miss Europe/America (where is she from originally..). Not bad for an event that was prepared in less than 1 week. Malaysians are last minute people. Heck.

Gonna have ESOL Speaking test tomorrow with Boonz as my partner (speaking partner...) and we will be comparing opinions on pictures that are not that interesting. Wish all of us best of luck..all the best people especially the guys in CPE i.e. Keegan, Jia Min, Wei and Shah.

the long wait

Finally, we arrive in the Windows comp lab, instead of the retarded Apple lab.
Gone are the days that we depend on the buttonless apple mouses.
Let me summarise the events of these past 2 weeks in no particular order.

1. Sat for the ESOL (English for Speakers of Other Languages) exam. Sat for the CAE level (Certificate of Advanced English). This proves that my proficiency in English is quite good even though words that escape my mouth in moments of anger are not worh mentioning about.

2. Sat for the Abschlusstest. That is in German the Final Test. Well, it is the final test at least for my level. It was a blast, and today my mom's planning to ring them up to get the results.

3. Got started on some book about Project Paperclip; a project in which was conducted by the US Government right after the second World War. The original intention of the US Army was to siphon off the talents off these Nazi Scientist and benefit themselves instead. Ever wondered where the Sarin gas came from? Ask America. They used it in the Cold War. Of course it was invented by the Nazi.

4. I rediscovered some stupid online game I had invested soo much time in last time. "Sweet" and "nostalgic" memories awash me. I am a sucker for games.

5. Had cheese cake from one of the rich people's eating places yesterday: Starbucks.

6. Oh yeah, on another similar note, my sister made me remain back yesterday just to call some eateries for the Interact club in order to buy some vouchers. For the purpose of calling them, she used my phone. I want a full refund of RM10 from the Interact Club!!!!!!

7. As for IU Night, I have volunteered, as an honour-bound prefect, to "usher" in students from other schools to our beloved school: Sekolah Sri Garden.
IU Night
Date: 22 June 2007
Time: 5.30p.m.-9.30p.m.
Venue: Sekolah Sri Garden, Off Jalan Pria, Taman Maluri, Cheras 55100 KL.
Theme: One Night in London
Ticket Price: RM 10

I am not a sales manager neither am I an Interacter. In fact, I have said and I wish to say again, refund me.

That's all I guess. Maybe I also hope that the person owning the most reliable wireless in the world a.k.a. the neighbour I do not know, to please switch on the wireless once again and do not go on any vacations any longer as long as I, honourable resident of Pertiwi Indah live here.

The Big Buildup

When something builds up over time: be it anger, pressure, stress.
There will be consequences...like this one.
Let me begin with a statement:

This Is THE MOST Mundane Holiday I have ever had!

Let me first begin with last week...hmm.
Well, I DO noe that Boonz birthday had passed. But I did not send him a little message...nothing!
Well, here it is: Happy Belated Birthday Boonz aka Vince.

Went with Euu Min and her bro Eeu Jin to watch Blades of Glory. Initially I was quite unsure. I mean, what can men dressed in tight leotards be worth a watch? Bloody sissy lah. There were a bunch of "po"s at the back. (See, the word "po" was coined up by yours one and only truly which was used to replace the word "lala" which meant girls or guys who dress up like they feel in the mood for camwhoring when they are in the mall. Got the idea from Teletubbies: There's Tinky winky, Dipsy, Lala, and Po. So, instead of lala, i say po. And good thing is, my sis picks it up fairly quick. I dont watch retarded aliens by the way, my sister does.)
So, these "po"s are a bunch of Malay girls (not that I am a sexist or a rascist) who scream at almost everything. They were displaying some stupid trailer about some silly horror movie that looks like something about a ventriloquist: something like Chucky's Revenge...wth

So there was this something about Charles "Chazz" Michael Michaels who sang My Humps while exercising. Like I said, it was a show, basically, with no basic substance..funny but forgettable.

But of course before that we were busy lining up to get the tickets for POTC which I was anticipating for so long, only to end up buying some mediocre film ticket...ok, mebbe I was too harsh. Still...

But of course in the course of my slow pacing holidays, I managed to finish Christine and From a Buick 8. Ah, The Shadow Of The Wind was absolutely gripping too. Courtesy of Ng Wei Li.

Oh yeah, I finished Lost Seasons 1 and 2 with my sis in between of meals:lunch and dinner. But unfortunately Season 3, my sister explicitly said, was reserved for after SPM. Still, thanks to Keegan for those long hours of entertainment.

Michael Crichton's Jurassic Park was also a blast! I lifted it off my uncle's old books. Ok, my mom had the initiative of doing that instead. I benefited.

Nazi's 501 Must Read Books also deserves praise.

My personal book of MUST READ books:
War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy
Next by Michael Crichton

Ok, I will not be too full of expectations. I thrive on books.
School's due on Monday. Oh joy.

Finally...a time to post!

no timethere
Yours truly has been truly busy these past few days...ok....weeks right after the exam. Prefects camp was right after the exam. Ok, no time there. Came back home only to be greeted by the 1 thing I love the most. Books. Ok, I love many other things and people but I am trying to stress a point...duh!

Things I got for my birthday:
2 books by Stephen King by Ken Vin (thanks a milll!!!!):
Christine
From a Buick 8
1 book from Nazi:
501 Must-Read Books
A lil card from my sis:










According to her, I am still her "baby" bro and she asked me not to mind the "baby"ness of the card....it's a home made card!

Do not mind the spontaneity of this little post. I am trying to warm up to post more better posts. Notice I used "more better". According to Encik Iskhandar it would be a redundant word but I really am trying. So just to assure all my few but avid readers out there.

Wei Li lent me a book: The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon














This book is originally a Spanish one but was translated. IMHO, I feel that the book has not lost its originality and "detective" style. Love it. Wanna find out why? Ask Wei Li to lend it to you once I am done.

Went to Taylors College today for the College Life In A Day program. Quite insightful but quite shallow.

Knocks the stuffing out of me.

What happened today

I failed, unsurprisingly for Add Maths and Chem. Again. I have a record of fails for the past 2 years in the above subjects. I have never passed those subjects when it comes to assessments. Gotta get that remedial class started with Geetha.

Today was kinda childish in a way. Jae Rong brought his Canon camera (and it shot pictures like it's namesake) and guess who was the engineer-turned-architect-turned-designer-turned-paparazzi.
Kelvin Choo Kay Weng.
Click click click away Tan Sri. Every teacher which came in, he took. Sigh.
Oh yeah, and another discovery. Kae Yeon aka Koh Kyean called me a faggot. Ken Vin...you are a bad bad influence on your aunty.

On to my next point. (this sounds like a stupid debate speech..I hate debates.)
Government school people are quite nice students admittedly. Although a minority of them would be quite huge assholes. A life example. A couple of government school boys (judging from their yet-unbroken-voices) threw their ice from their plastic packet drinks into the canteen where us people (the entire RTG and some NAM people aka my sis, Ming, Wei and Keshinn) were discussing our moral project. (Nasir excluded, she was "pat gua"ing around) Kelvin as his paparazziness would allow him, actually climbed the canteen wall without destroying it to take some pictures as evidence. I almost wished that the wall crumbled so we could have made a lunge at those stupid boys. With Mr. Universe (Dharma), Boon "Vince" Hong, Ken "Jaerong" Vin, Nazeera "Nazi" Nasir and last but not least Li "Ofifia" Wei with us, I believed we could take them on single handedly. Too bad it did not crumble.

Sucks to you asses.

(moral pix went fine by the way, except that we were not able to do the gardening pics.)

3 movies, 3 sequels, 1 winner....

Movie #1






















Movie #2




















Movie #3

















And the winner (IMHO...In My Honest Opinion) is.....drum rolls please...
*brrrrrrrrrrr
*gong sounding
The Bourne Ultimatum!!
Hooo yes! Action packed shooting scenes! Those brutally cruel cold blooded killings. I mean silencing of assholes. I am not quite a fan of the dead and I do not celebrate death. In fact, I am a pretty peaceable guy. More like a pacifist. I think killing wastes God's talent. But this is a SHOW!! A Hollywood scam. So why not enjoy it to the fullest? I would give 10 points to this show out of 10 without even having a peek at the trailer. The "yeng"ness of the cold and calculated kills he "bestows" upon his asshole former co-workers who wanted to resurrect the Treadstone Project. All in all, the first 2 were such good watches I would bet my facial hair on the third to be a major blockbuster...(not that I have THAT much facial hair...)
Do not disappoint me Matt Damon.

Okok. Pirates are the ones I am also rooting for. They come second. Though I guarantee you that Bloom is gonna be as gay as all the previous Pirate films he made. He hardly seemed like a heterosexual even when he was going to marry Knightley aka Elizabeth Swan. What gay antics. The shirt half ripped in the rain in Pirates 2. Jumping into the water clothes yet again half ripped during the destruction of the "fastest ship in the Caribbean" when they tried to blow up Mr. Squid. Depp was far a better actor and still is compared to Bloom. Check out who's older in the entertainment industry. Rating of 9 for the action and 0 for 1 particular actor that Jia Min is sooo fond of.

Last but not least of the sequels, Shrek 3. I kept spelling it Schreck 3 when I was Googling the movie for picture posters. For all it's despised saccharine-ness (IMHO) it is still a pretty great watch. I mean the first 2 ones. Dunno about this third. And yes, I will not be betting my facial hair on it.

Do any of you know the actual reason I am betting my facial hair? Because I got my inspiration from a guy named Zachary Hon. he came up to us (RTG) and asked this stupid question and answered it himself that fateful day.

"Do any of you ever consider shaving all your facial and body hair?"
Nobody answered naturally.

His answer:"I do. I want to shave all my body hair so I can look like a reptile."
Haha. Yeah, go ahead. Next thing we know you would be asking whether it will be alright to shave ur pubic hair or something. Wait. That comes under body hair doesn't it Zach? All of it has to go in order for you to look like a reptile.

P.S.
If you are reading this, I thank you sooo much for giving me the inspiration to type it out. Now, march to the bathroom with those pair of shears.

Dont tell me Ill tell u...

Not much to blog about but this:
See, last Sunday, us peeps went to Jusco. Ok. That was after church in the morning (the old faithful...), Sungei Wang and finally at the aforementioned location. Just to shop for groceries. Unfortunately we went there at a "mega sale". Meaning, all J-card holders get a discounted price as the store is trying to clear up their stocks. Malaysians, being the suckers we are, rush headlong into the fray attempting to secure a great "discount" not actually knowing that some stores actually cheat the customers by upping the price discreetly. You know what I mean.

We were running out of trolleys! It was utter chaos there. Humans swarmed around all seemingly bent on the task of "securing a good deal". Like I said, no trolleys to push your stuff along. I was entrusted with the job of finding us a trolley. Being the genius I was, I strolled outside to where people are unloading their bags of stuff into their cars, thus leaving empty, usable trolleys. Great deal, I thought. I saw a trolley about to be pushed away from the car. Animal instincts kicking in, I rushed to it. Ok. An old man who must have been the family's father or something came wheeling the trolley in. "Ok. I am gonna take over from here," I thought. Speaking in Canton, a rare occasion, I asked to have the trolley as I needed it and safely assumed they stopped using it. Then surprise. Below is a translated version of the events that ensued.

"Hey, you done with that already? I need to use it. Just give it to me thanks."

"What? You are a worker here? Nono. I am not done with it."

"But I thought you had used it finish."

"Who the heck do you think I am? A worker here? I need to use it too..."

"Ok...sorry...*sheesh..."

As the guy entered the store, he was greeted by a needy looking wife and son who was nonchalantly listening to some mp3 player. They were desperate but so was I. What could I have done??

Still. I feel thankful I have not gone too far on the kiasu attitude. This guy actually helped the other family lug in their goods so that he would be able to get the trolley. We Malaysians help with the enthusiasm of a work ox if we are guaranteed some profits. Other times when it does not seem to benefit us in any way, we leave it as it is until someone begs for our help.

Take for instance a pregnant woman in a public bus or train. She walks into the carriage and is forced to stand because people do not wish to give up their seat. Not even one of the adults offer their seat, save for a little girl. What does this woman have to do huh? Come into the carriage and shout an offer of ten bucks for someone to offer their seat? I guarantee you, almost everyone's self honour is that low a price to buy. Why not offer your seat before she asks?

On to today. I was forced to play the part of Tzu Ken in our choral speaking because he went for chess. It was pretty funny actually. Boonz is like that tall. And I am like, that tall. We were supposed to look down at Tzu Ken and up at Boonz to differentiate between them both but since Tzu Ken is not there, I had to squat a little for people to look at me. After all, rehearsals are supposed to look real. So I had to be as short as Tzu Ken..:P

We learnt this Garage Band thingy and you know what happens when people like Lek and Kel discover those Arabic or Hindi sounding tunes. Yes they ask Dharma to dance to the beat. As an insult. "Eh Dharma! Indian!" The phrase "You're fired!" comes next.
At first the phrase was "You're fired to me already." But he seemed to have shortened it.

This is the last post of this month and mebbe next month. Bleeding exams. Played dota a little and hated it. So bored already playing with the stupid AI.

That shirt is not dry. That one is smelly. Wash it again.

A stupid title. Randomness at it's best.

Today was crammed with assessments.

I was stationed in the lobby this morning with Michelle and Mr. Loy who was shouting to people to tap in their cards. Do these things actually need to be told to students? Stuff like "Please pick up your plates" and "Please tap in!!!"(ala Loy-Seng-Poh style) need not be mentioned to humans. Like how Mr Wan says "Semua manusia....." meaning only humans can understand and carry out these "tasks". I have nothing to say for those who choose not to do these fundamentally understood tasks. Orang bukan manusia. What a contradiction.

Then Puan Rok decided to surprise us with a test. Ok. Everyone thought it was a test. But how could it be? It was meant for Form 4SC2 and it's stated there on the paper. Rupa-rupanya we were actually doing disposed questions which meant that they were extras. And the plus point is, it is not an assessment. Bummer. Chee June was yelling "HAH???!!!" when she saw the paper. We usually expect the same people to say and complain about the same things. Looks like I was right. "Ahh nonono. Aiyah sure fail wan ah. I veli stupid wan." Guess who said that.

During the first 15 minutes of the Sejarah paper, Mr Rama was talking some stuff about sex and freedom of sexual speech and crap. Kelvin was going on and on about Malaysians being the most satisfied people on the planet because of sex. 40% Malaysians are satisfied about their sex life. Some smartass also quoted some crap about Japanese having the least pleasure and satisfaction about their sex life. They could sue me for writing this. Who says history and sex don't mix?

Mr Khoo took it in his stride to provide us with the formulae of electricity and stuff. Yet I did not manage to finish all the questions. Piss. Thank God Adenan rescheduled his assessment for next week. I hardly had enough time to study for Physics and play some comp games at the same time. Of course I prioritised. Comp games first.

Bio was hilarious. Jammy told us all not to copy but even if we did we are cheating to ourselves and I quote "menipu diri sendiri" and she still took it in her stride to tell us to shut our text and reference books. The duty of a teacher is never finished. She even cared if we cheated ourselves!! Sob! I feel so touched and you should too....haha. At least she was not like Miss Lim. I will tell you about that in the after the next 1 paragraph.

Ms Ranjita or Rajita or howver you spell her name was supposed to come to our class to help us with our choral speaking. Alas she never made it within a kilometer of our class. She wanted to see ("speak to" people..."SPEAK TO" NOT SEEEE!!! "Can I please see so-and-so?" yeah sure. but you are not allowed to speak to him/her. hah!) Kelvin and later he could not find her. Now who's seeing who? So no choral speaking practice. And it is on the 12th of May if I am not mistaken. We Malaysians are last minute people. That reminds me. Mr Wan wants the Laporan Kerja Amal on dunno when. Oh well.

After finishing my omelette with chinese sausages and salad and rice meal for lunch, and after that silly little mixup on who sees who, came Miss Lim's lesson. Assessment time. What joy.
I screwed up a little on the answer and guess what? I am the 1st person to get the lowest marks in the whole form. 77%. Oh joy. Please be more careful next time bub....and of course I did not get away with it that easily. She accused me of being cocky "Who ask you to be so action and talk so much with your friends? See now you get lauya results. So lauya want ah you." HAHAHA! damnit. It is really funny to get scolded by this teacher. Do not ask me why. Ask Kelvin. Oh yeah and do not forget to remind him to "say something stupid Kel..".

I love the sound of an organ.

sniff...

Had sports on Friday. It was such a blast...I mean literally. At first we went and fetched Yin Lin and went to the Cheras Football Stadium. We were supposed to climb up a mini "bukit" and jump over a little drain and Yin Lin was screaming her head off about being scared and all that. What a joke. It took her more than 5 seconds to convince herself that my sis and I made it over and were sauntering to the complex and she should buck up or be left behind. Haiah. So lauya.

Did the prefect march pass. It was the lamest march I ever took part in. Zero coordination. What a last minute affair. To cut the long story short, it was so hot that day and I was standing in the field trying to determine whether people were disqualified or not during the track events. In short, I was Mr. Umpire for the day. Went back in Lek's C-class Mercs. With an aching back of course.

Today was no better. To replace the aching back, I had a nasal problem. Sneezing like some idiot. During the WHOLE day. Oh yeah, and Keegan took my calculator. For the weekend and I got it back only today. Being without a calculator while doing Add Maths is like waltzing around naked. That was the point I passed on to him, much to his disbelieve and he said that I could share the calculator with my sis. What an ASS. I want bebola soup now Jia Min!!!!

*achoo

I feel that now I must start all blog titles with curse words but then again, my mom would say I hav great vocab, why waste ur talent? for fun...

What a disastrous morning. Got all sweaty in my prefect uniform and arrived at school. Thank goodness it was just 8 flights of stairs to get to my class. That's quite near is it not? After taking a million steps to the 4th floor, I am greeted by really colourful classmates. In house T-shirts. What the hell. I rush to get changed into my house tee and guess what happens when I get back? We have to get down to the school hall for an "impromptu" assembly. Damn it, our school is getting really good at doing this last minute shit.

We were all briefed about sports day and the morning's agenda. Oh I anticipated this day! I did! Really! Rriiigght. I did not anticipate the sports practice or anything. You should have seen the prefects marching. What a Laugh Out Loud. Embarrassment. Humiliation. So few prefects want to march.

On more happier notes, I got this:

Hahaha! Oh yes! Reading time. Homework? Take a backseat.

Books will be the bane of my studies, but the essence of my soul! sob!! (my ass you melodramatic queen, i mean king..)

I have finished A Year in The Merde in less than 2 days. What brilliance! Oh yeah! Oh MY God. This book is really one of a kind. Specialising in spilling the beans in a journalist's point of view and not less an account of a spicy diary, this book certainly rocks. A classic read but unfortunately it is not meant for people who do not appreciate interracial activities (find out what kinda activities I am talking about..hehe..). Definitely a good read..(I am starting to have a book reviews blog like Jia Min...)

In-All-Obviousness:
This book is certainly one of my most favourite that came from a Jap author (not discriminating or anything, but it is just that I rarely read translated stuff unless it is really good literature as translated works lose their shine after people happen to translate it and in order for a novel to be great, it has to have a lot more and more shine so it will not dull after translation...what long windedness). Baseless accusations on this novel made by yet-again-bloom's-oh-so-unappreciative-wife Jia Min are indeed a waste of time. This book does not cover porn or any indecent acts but a whole lot more wholesome reading fun. It leaves the readers to imagine for themselves what it is like to be in Kafka's oh-so-exciting world. This book is not porn! It's literature glazed with a bit of sugary goodness (or badness whichever way you look at it) and my metaphors are as good as his already. Got a hell of an imagination? Get this book from Keegan or Wei Li of Form 5Sc1.



And on to my main points which are accumulated throughout this oh-so-graciously-pissy day.

1. Parents, let us all do an assessment on your child's behaviour in and out of the house. Ok.
In The House: The oh-so-holy-and-sweet-angel: your child.
Out Of The House: The oh-so-holy-shit-devil: also, alas, your child.
What is this? A case of Jekyll and Hyde-ism? No parents. It is your dysfunctional family upbringing. Blame yourselves and come the day when you look at God in the eye, do not ever said that you had tried your best, liar.
Reasons: This little twit this morning came over to where I was standing like a statue just to give a public speech on how "my Godbro was insulted and adding that it took someone of that stature to bring him down" as I told him as he was rushing up the stairs to chase the devil (or rather go up to class) not to be so childish. Naturally, his retort was as stated above. His little sentences carefully concocted to hurt the mightiest of people did little to even graze me though it actually meant that he wanted to make me lose my dignity. Rather, I have lost my hope in our future generation. Guys, those of you who deem yourselves as smart better leave the country and get a pr in some other place. With kids like these you can expect chaos instead of peace to reign during their rule.
During my rule over the stairs during lunch, came along this uncouth kid who said some Cantonese sentences thinking that me, an English speaking Chinese who does not appreciate his roots would not be able to understand (of course I seeked clarification later from Tan Sri Choo). He actually cursed my whole entire family six feet underground. Meaning he hoped for them to die aka "ham ka chan?" whoo. My hope loosed further. God please help me not to deface the prefectorial board's name and give further excuse for someone else to saunter in as a "special guest" to comment on the prefectorial board's inadequacy and disability to have something called intrapersonal skills aka give that guy an oh-so-neat kick in his family descendants line (you know what I mean).

Do not think we are helpless just because we do not dish out justice. Just give me the word, and I will wreak havoc, I promise you all that. No mercy from me, ever again.

Hah. This will be the 70th post. I am well on my way to a hundred and nothing can stop me! Well, except maybe if you happen to include time, studies, running out of stupid ideas and last but not least my mom.
I will call for mercy to rain down this very moment if I have the ability to do so. Save me from this oh-so-imminent destruction. The will to focus on studying now is so fickle I can hardly stop thinking of books. Novels to be precise. Which brings me to my next point. (Ok, I am starting to sound like Dharma and Kelvin with all their factual essay words coming into play in short narratives. What the heck. I mean, how can you insert crap like "furthermore" into a narrative or short story at the beginning of a new paragraph? Save that for the stupid factuals. Hope everyone learns something from this little snide comment and not repeat that stupid mistake.)

Next point: I have finished Kafka on The Shore. For the second time. What an achievement. When I first read it I was what? 15 years old? Now I am approaching that oh-so-sweet-n-sour sixteen which to me sounds like some kinda candy (sweet sixteen? too girly...I prefer sexy sixteen...) I happen to understand that novel far better. All those little metaphors and deep stuff. The way the novel turned out towards the end was kind of depressing and sad. As of all novels I have read. It usually ends up in someone or a group of people dying. I think Jia Min and Keegan agree with me when I say that Miss Saeki's death is a real waste after all those little "favours" she had been giving Kafka. What a waste right? hehe...I do believe that Haruki Murakami is a good writer. Reading his novels are like some kind of an other world experience, just like Stephen King. It takes a lot for people to impress me. I show like I have some liking to some people and try to be nice. But unfortunately some people fail to live up to my expectations. Still, we live and let live.

Next book coming up!!!
A Year in Merde by Stephen Clarke. We will just have to see if this novel is as equally sexy as Kafka on Ze Shore....Wit would be a plus, after all that depressing crap from Ze Shore.

"My parents taught me to b nasty to those who r nasty to me, hey, im just defending myself.."

The day before yesterday's events are still fresh in here. Actually, it is occupying that little space I have set aside for retaining studies and the like. As the title suggests, I am actually reiterating (going all MUN) what I have heard from some sources, whose credibility is quite known to be true. Man oh man, that screwed up guy's little doting elders have really run aground of that sand bank. Let's face it. We all come from not-so-perfect families. But of course, there are those who are wise enough to release their frustration in a more civilized and constructive manner. Unlike those who give a tight slap to whoever they please. If I had my way I would go around school like an asshole prefect just because of the shit I am having here but point is, I do not. And neither should anyone. In fact, I am beginning to feel that old and oh-so-familiar feeling coming back again. Life should be exciting.

I currently have tangled with 3 'gangs' of students who wish to exert their presence as clowns of the earth and my court jesters. Reason: the very same one that got Ken Vin his oh-so-nice present...ask him, I do not wish to publicly embarrass him.
See, people such as these do not dispose of the very essential things we call eating utensils which include plates and crockery. And we prefects are given the honour to kindly request that they dispose of them at the appointed places. So basically, an essential part of the prefect workforce is being used to ask people to pick up after themselves. Which actually makes me a true slavedriver. Yes, I am given the power to ask people to pick up after their shit which their maids and whoever usually does for them at home. Perfected silence.

Finally!

It is buzzing with chatter and noise, like some kinda supermarket. Do not be surprised, this is the usual atmosphere in our school hall, Dewan Datuk Doktor Loy Hean Heong. Haha. What great discipline we seniors show to our juniors.

Nik was being scary again. Not that I am afraid of her, but see. The thing is I HATE (another hate) seeing people disappointed or annoyed (but of course, I frequently get annoyed and disappointed...and I make no attempt to hide it except in front of special people..). And she is the queen of "shut up"s and "whatever"s. The MUN meeting was nothing out of the ordinary. The usual laughs in the class AND Miss Mabil dishing out some ultimatums.

Other than that, I nearly slept in Maths. Miss Lim was teaching us like some kindergarten children, using that voice. Haha. No offence Miss Lim.

thank you! THANK YOU!!!

Finally, the goddamn school is going to be reopened! Hahah! No more boring days at home. But no more relaxing time either. The endless cycle of studying and working oh-so-hard is going to begin all over. But hey, life is like a wheel right? The ups and downs it illustrates I mean, not the rolling through shit and dirt which some people might interpret as...

Okok, I know it's boring. Just wait for tomorrow ok?
Bak Kut Teh tastes just peachy by the way. Sad for those of you who cannot experience the succulent and steamy taste it leaves on your palate. What a treat.

a dark time calls for a darker analogy

In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.

The reluctant messenger...haha, more like bored..

(Just playing by the rules, got bored too so I decided to do something random which was done by dunno how many millions of people before Isabell who decided to pull the cloth over my head.)

RULES:
Each player of this game starts out by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog!

(this part is not included in the rules, I felt like adding it. If you felt like it too, please do so and delete this little comment...)
Come on, do not be a spoil sport.

6 strange and crazy things John does behind all your backs...ok, maybe in front of the privileged few....hehe.

1. Ok everyone, deal with it. I am a nice guy. I always take life with a pinch of pepper. As this statement implies, I rarely hate things. Or anyone for that matter. How nice. Except, that I am not so forgiving when it comes to books. I HATE IT when people bend and spoil book spines! I mean, it's a paperback, yes, but does that give us any license to disrespect the book? So what if its thick? Bend the covers then. But do not overbend it...

2. Like some book passionate people, I love smelling the pages of a book that I have newly bought. But all in all, I like cream wove paper the best. I even took the initiative to research on the paper. See, I bought this RM80++ book on The Iliad. It was the most, I repeat, THE MOST EXPENSIVE book of poetry I have ever gotten. And, wow. Did it smell sooo good.

3. Speaking of smells and scents, there is this certain fetish I have. It makes me sound soo like a pervert. Here goes. I like smelling. Some girls really do smell good. Never really taken the trouble to smell all of them though. Hehe.

4. Believe it or not...I am an accomplished orchestra conducter. According to Mickey Mouse and gang in my room...my sister thinks its silly. Whenever Tchaikovsky is played on the laptop (by me...) I start my act. Handel is arm straining but Tchaikovsky is really full of energy. I sweat sometimes after a full blown performance. Hah. Laugh all you want.

5. Most of you probably know this. I read books as thick as It or The Stand in a week or two. The Harry Potter books took a week each. After which I suffer serious consequences. Eye strain. My eyes will water if I make use of half the day on something like The Stand. The pain and effort was sooo unforgettable. It was my easily conquerable Mount Everest. Beat that. Mingster and Wei Li think I am mad. My dear Hera thinks I am just passionate about books. How proud she made me...

6. The final one. Thank God.
Ok, this one is not embarrassing. Not so...well. Sometimes when my hands are wet, I switch off the toilet lights with my elbow. Just wanna live longer actually. Can you blame me for that? Just like can you blame that guy who got electrocuted when he tried to switch off the switch with his wet hands. What a life.


Ok, just like the Olympics, I will pass on the torch to 6 unfortunate souls.

1. Che a.k.a. MikKim
2. Lee Jia Min
3. The BERKS (you guys gonna haf to compile your little crazy stuff in separate entries...hehe)
4. Amanda Mun (you can type yours in your personal blog)

Cannot think of anyone else. That means I did not fulfill this little game. Guess that means I slacked off. Have fun passing the torch and waking up that dark and secretive part of people which lay dormant for centuries. Enjoy yourselves. Have a nice holiday. Especially to the 2 people who will be going off to America and especially to one of them who is very special to me. Hope Disney was like a dream come true.

My books are a dream come true.

2 down, 1 more to go...

Finished Hearts in Atlantis. Haha! 3 days of solid 4 hours reading can really give you deep satisfaction...and some (like me...) say eye ache. What the heck. Also finished a book about some gory histories regarding the knights and castles of old. I have the rest of the holidays to look forward to 1421.

Go ahead, take up some old book or buy a new one and get cracking.

Hearts in Atlantis Part 2

This book is such a bleeding depressing read. The low men in yellow coats really got my skin crawling. But I know that Ted Brautigan will be back in the Dark Tower Chronicles. I just know it. Read about Dark Tower and it said that it had a couple of gunslingers and some Breakers and the tak.

If you thought the Low Men in Yellow Coats was bad, you should read Hearts in Atlantis. It broke me to actually see Carol leave Peter. Well, I have not read the end of the second novella but I have a faint feeling that it will see Peter Riley get drafted into the army in the end. What a waste.

Hearts in Atlantis

This book here, my friends, is such a exceedingly good read. Ok, bleeding good read.
One of my favourite aspects of King's novels are that they are laced with cynical and twisted remarks. Ok, I am not alien to his great works and that was the main reason why I jumped up and down like a mad clown when Wei told me she had Hearts in Atlantis...here are some really stupid and laughable one liners:

Here's a situation: Bobby knew what was coming next, it was his mother's all time favourite.
"Life isn't fair."
I mean, that statement is an understatement do you not agree?

"Tempus fugit." Time flies...what the heck? See, I told you this book was full of ripshit. Haha, and I enjoy reading trash, but I also enjoy a good historical novel or something, just like a nerd. Hah.

Hey, they even had a quote from the Bible:
"For I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner. Spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence and be no more."
Now that's what I call dark stuff. Do not venture too deep, I have been there and I think its sick.

Well, they also had something on the Lord of The Flies. I read that book and I think it rocks too. but its also kinda dark...macabre. Yeah.

"So what's the story morning glory?" A little shut upper. Hah.

'She almost never swore, said that cursing and what she called "dirty talk" was the language of the ignorant.'
Ok, so I am ignorant. Sue me and the others.

"You have to eat a peck of dirt before you die."

"Two men looked out through prison bars, one saw the mud and one saw the stars." What does that mean?

'...and Bobby saw what his mother's mouth change as it always did when he ventured a question about his late father. The change made him think of a purse that she had: when you pulled on the drawstrings, the hole at the top got smaller.' Sounds like a really mean mom. She kept grudges and paid them back later by the way. Keegan, you should be well informed about what you will venture into later.

"I trust him (or her) as far as i could sling a piano." Self explainatory.

"A fool and his money are soon parted." Haha, an age old adage.

Ok, that's enough. I have a lot more to read. Haha. Have you started doing something really beneficial this hols? I know I have.

Yes! yes! more books!

Ok. I had a really sleepy day filled with fun today. Those words contradict each other but yeah, I did.

8.00-8.40 a.m.
Morning duty as a prefect is never easy. Especially when you are doing the 'latecomers' thing. Those asses can come later than 8.15. Which by then I will b cruising at full speed with my duty partner to the class. But of course, sometimes, people like Lai Tong or Mugen do not like going to classes and would rather skip it. So, I will be running like a fool to the class while they saunter back like they own the whole world.

But today, sigh. We (Tze Yen, Euu Min and I) were kept back by some smelly old clothes and a wallet containing a photostated IC and some Buncho Paints. What a crime. The female security guard called us to help in the returning of the articles. Which we felt obligated to do. Spent 20 minutes on that.

8.40 a.m.
Went to the Bio lab with some Bio books. Ran there actually. Reached and discovered that I do not have my lab report book. Ran back to class and looked for it. Some people do make discoveries everyday ranging from surprises to blatant fuck-ups (wow! The first time I used that word in my blog. This is a discovery...). This was a BFU. The book, which I discovered later in the day i.e. when I was home was at home. Wow. I deem that as a discovery. Hey, life is a learning process. As I was making my way downstairs to the freaking Bio lab, Amanda came bumbling along and dragged my sis and I back to the 4th floor. I believe I have burnt a lot of calories by then. No wonder I have a 2 pack. (nothing to show off about....)

I think it was about 8.50 by then.
We sat in then learning support room with Encik Iskhandar and Encik Johari and listened to Is talk about choosing the right SPM subjects (those in the room took extra subjects that the school does not provide tuition for...). Then he asked us at approximately 9.00 about whether we are provided adequate external outside of school tuition for our Bible Knowledge. We said a 2 second reply i.e. yes and he let us off. Talk about waiting for 10 minutes. What the heck. We missed the photo taking session for our class. What a waste.

Tortured some plants at 9.15. Went back to the lab at 9.20....how boring can this be?
Finally left the Bio lab for the cooling air conditioned classroom. Wow. And surprise surprise, Wei Li brought Hearts in Atlantis and 1421 for me! 2 new books for me to read! Yesyes! Hearts in Atlantis is by my very own personal favourite Stephen King and 1421 is something like a historical novel, so I was told. YES!

Had some smashing fun with the football in the badminton hall this afternoon. I love playing football, not watching it. Except maybe the parts where fouls are committed. That's where I get my laughing time and stitches. Loads of happy endorphins coursing through my veins. (that statement may not be biologically correct but what the heck)

Helped the Interacters to paint the school sports storeroom just for the heck of it. (Liar, he did it for his Moral project, but at least he did it with a "hati yang ikhlas" haha.)

Oh yeah, at about 4 in the afternoon, it rained. Was the event a washout? Miss Khoo! You and your weather forecaster are soooo wrong! HAHA!! Ok. But I still feel sad coz I contributed in it too....

Bottomline: I must find time to read those darn books! Heavenly.

KLMUN, aftermath

Was soo bleeding hot at the guard house while waiting for everyone to arrive at school to depart in the van and Nik's van-of-a-car. Rich.
GIS was having their International Day. Quite a little creative event where all the students gather together in different clothes and stuff like that. Anyway, I am not here to talk about the little event GIS had.

Went straight to the General Assembly Plenary hall. The hall looked something like SSG's. But it was far bigger and you could wear a blazer in there without breaking a sweat. Hah.
Ok, now I would like to ask the opinion of the public. To whoever who reads this, do you think Satanic Worship is deemed as a religion? God forbid. There was this guy who kept pointing out that "what if people deem satanic worship as a religion?" Ask me, did he get fired back at? Haha. Self explainatory.

Met Yi Ming after that I think. Hah. It was really a lame affair. The aforepredicted things to happen i.e. the high five and waving crap, it happened. Then we all had a good laugh. Wanted to meet Redzuan but did not see him. Oh well. Yi Ming had this equally cute looking friend with her, Natalie. Nice girls. Make me feel like a big brother. After all, I only have an elder sister.

All in all, the conference went sooo well.
Attend one. You will love it.

Brave New World

O wonder!

How many goodly creatures are there here!

How beautious mankind is!

O brave new world,

That has such people in't!

Went to Garden International on Saturday for the KLMUN conference....
Guess my first thought upon arriving....
The word "WOW" with upper casings...immaculately richly hallowedly designed for the freaking rich and famous.

Ok. Do not go into details bout the school just yet. I will start from the top. Left the house for school only to wait there for a couple of minutes for Isabell and Queen Hera. A couple of minutes were like 15? so when we left it was 9.15. And YB Nik Shazarina said we would leave at 9 SHARP...yeah..that's right.
Ken Vin came in some Mercedes C-Class....I have nothing to say. It is self explainatory.

Ok, so we were in GIS and the place was soo gigantic but we were not given the opportunity to explore...sadly. The stairs leading to the General Assembly Plenary was soo breathtaking Hera had to pause a while while walking up the stairs and Antonio was such a gentleman.

The hall was done ala- Sri Garden style...or was Sri Garden done ala-GIS style? I am confused...apparently GIS had been around since the 1980s...according to the notice boards for head prefects.

We were in some kind of prestigious new building which by our SSG English standards will most probably b called New Wing...its called the New Building by the way. So 5 starrish.
So air conditioned. Unlike our dear "new wing"...

The procedures were a die-for...I adore the present and voting crap. It is sooo formal. Which is soo me.

Today, the resolution I co-submitted i.e. the one concerning the defamation of religions. It got a wigging and...got slapped left right center. One important moral derived from this incident.
Do not, I repeat from experience, do not approve or co-sign anyone's resolution early in the game. It would only lead to your downfall later. Just bide your time and wait for lobbying. It is worth the wait.

MUN is an event you have got..GOT to experience, all of you out there. It is Model United Nerds. I AM A NERD. Hah. Beat that.

By the way, I managed to slack off and play DotA this afternoon..Tiny the StoneGolem was soo cool at lvl 17 he damaged up to 100+. If I had time to get the Divine Rapier or the other one which needed Crystals and Demon Edge, I would have killed creeps 1 hitKO. I already did that with the creep shaman.
Oh yeah, this wireless? I mean the neighbours? Do not play an online game with it. I looked so nooby when I played DotA on LAN. Got killed numerous times. Made me look damn noob.

aah!

I wuhnt maahh ssleepp.

Bleeding tired today. Still managing to type some crap here.
Cannot find some suitable cufflinks for the shirts for the conference. Not that I have any cufflinks. Thank God I have got 3 ties which match all the shirts. Fortunate me.. (I do not believe in luck...) and so if all goes well, I will be at the conference this Saturday and Sunday and meet Yi Ming on Monday. Better sleep after doing my part on the measures to improve sea, air and land travelling securities.

neck busting

I have been spending a shitload of time on this little laptop of mine. Soo much time has been invested that my neck just aches like crap everytime I 'finish' my 'business'.

With English and Malay oral presentations and the KLMUN coming up, I just do not know which one I should give my full commitment and priority to. Hmm...
Obviously I should care more about BM. The passing up of the information is on Thursday! Wtcrap!
Right now, I am inhaling loads of incense and burning smells emanating from the window. Which of course is caused by the excessive burnings. If I happen to die in the near future while still living at Pertiwi 'Indah' (more like busuk) it will most probably be caused by open burnings and the inhalation of crap from the atmosphere. Not from stranglings and masochistic fantasies but death by smoke. What a life.

So, the order of the day: BM, KLMUN, english. Damn, I am good at prioritising.
Are you?

Sugar!! I need sugar!

The wet market was half full today. And I mean half full as in not many Verkaufers around. Half of them opted to spend their day not working as it is still in the time of The Chinese New Year. Sad. Not many choices of food to buy. Surprisingly, most of the stalls which my mom frequents are closed. Shit.

German class was almost sleepable. I was glad to be able to make it out of the room when 1.35-ish came. Mik and I made our way to Ken Vin's house. Pretty nice to actually walk in and see a couple of my classmates and Vin's brother-in-law gambling money over a game of Blackjack. I gambled with money for the first time today. But of course, it was not my money, it was Ken Vin's. HAHA.
he lost approximately 30 bucks today and had a hundred something net loss over the Chinky New Year. Talk bout being rich. Shit.

Played the PS2 for the rest of the time after eating the delicious cake. His birthday celebration was today but his birthday is actually on the 27th. Wait. Was it the 28th? or the 29th? Crap.
Niways, got his this really good book. Never really read Michael Crichton but my mom recommended it for its really good English. Wow. Ken Vin, you better appreciate it! Could I borrow it when you are done? Please say yes!! Next.

E Chiove.