Endless Devotion

Yesterday was crappy. The only reason that I am typing an old entry is that Khoo Sze Yen used the laptop until God-knows-what-time. Not that I do not deprive her of it often enough.

Well, the DA video could not be watched yesterday because some major people who are participating cannot make it i.e. they have to attend the Big L meeting. Literature, wonder why Nazi did not take it. I mean, she reads a a lot of poems or so she claims. And now she says that Literature was too difficult to take. Bull crap. Unless of course she feels overburdened like some people who choose to exert themselves.

Another nicety. We had Bio extra class today. Lord. Then Ken Vin was like
"Buy something for me at BAM. I am going to be kind of busy so I cannot follow you." Yeah, busy lipping someone. Bloody hell. Okok. I still owe him some thanks as he "treated" me to some of the loose change after purchasing his stuff. The Dharma was "John buy stuff for me"ing..
I was talking to Nazeera the whole while while going to that infamous mart. Keshinn was trailing behind and feeling left out. Not that I intended for that to happen but it was kind of funny seeing her sulk. I cannot help myself from talking soooo much. Too bad. Then when we were there, a few people were pointedly commenting about the amount of 'goods' I was purchasing which amounted to RM9.90. Holy crap. Nazi gave me some 2 bucks off the books!! How generous. But after that, she requested some money from me as she did not have 20 cent. What a laugh. But I discovered that I had 2 bucks (Dharma's) in my breast pocket. And my immense genius made me exclaim out aloud the imminent fact and had Nazeera taking it away from me as repayment (another inevitable imminent fact). Damn, jsut shut your big mouth idiot! $#%&! Hope I do not sound ungrateful.....

Then later while at home at 9-ish pm, I happened to stumble upon somebody's blog (ok, I was doing mindless surfing) and it said that this certain somebody's (whose link I got from another person who got it from another person who got it from another soul somewhere....) interests are Jesus Christ....ok. When I read these first two words I thought the girl was like

"Jesus Christ, they even ask this kind of shit!" (ok, that was a sin which I committed by using God's name in vain but it is a necessary evil in order to express myself...ok...it was unnecessary...)

But when I read the second interest: The Holy Bible...
I was saying to myself (another crazy habit monologuing "Lord God, some one really loves you" in that sarcastic way.

It was then I saw that this girl openly professes that she loves Christian music. She even joined a blogring about it. Well, looks like someone shines brighter than John Khoo himself. (I produce a dull shine mind you...)

To magnify an unimportant day...

Call me evil, call me pansy, call me bitch, call me asshole.
Frankly speaking, one liners like those will never change me. After all, it is my decision to change for the greater good...for no one but myself.
So, please do not be surprised that I do not retaliate to certain comments and insults. (Keshinn, you suck...)

And so, I will begin with my fresh and monotonous Monday. Except that, today was a special day. Read on to find out what is so special about this day.

I started today with a song stuck in my head.
I had arrived fresh in school, only to be confronted by the fact that I am still going to look after the canteen section, whether I like it or not. And it's during break and lunch. Well! If the winds may be sooo kind, please stay until next week. Then you may leave. The canteen is kind of hot. The wind soothed me and Euu Min today during lunch.

Oh yeah, assembly time. No one had pretty much to say. Encik Iskhandar was highlighting his concept of good and bad students by way of analogy: The winners and losers.
This is so a few dim witted (if you are offended by this post, please make a public proclamation in the chatbox so I may identify the dim witted majority) people will not take it to offence but people like me(I am not claiming to be a genius) can interpret it as otherwise. I can see through analogies. Or at least I think I can. As he was presenting his speech, I noticed a few people(I will not scoff or mention their names...) poking themselves. Oh well...dimmies.

Jammy taught for 20 minutes today what she purported as a new syllabus for the Form Five this year. Lets all face it. We will always have new syllabuses every year. Something about the heart and blood pressure. Let me look through it later. Mr Khoo arrived about 30 minutes later while Jammy was teaching(let me remind you, 40 minutes are allocated for each slot and Jammy has coincidentally 1 slot for the day only. Since she was giving a piece of her mind to us prefects in the hall after assembly, we practically went for break as soon as she had stopped her speech i.e. at 11.13...that's 20 minutes of her lesson in 5Sc1 gone) and asked her to stop and release us all from her custody and allow us to make our way to the Physics lab. I had found Distraction there. After the mind boggling experiment, Khoo went on explaining about the interference of the waves and the superposition of the waves and...boom!!! Distraction hit me in the face. Sleep, whom I was already familiar with, whispered some secret in my ear...,"Go to sleep..."
I tried to ignore it, only to find Distraction. The lighting during Mr. Khoo's explanation did not help:it was semi dark as no one (including myself) had taken the initiative to switch on the lights. Easy come, easy go. In left ear, out right ear. Hopes he goes through it again on the next class. Hoooohum...

Chemistry was not that bad. But history was. Crap.
After lunch, Mr. Rama appeared in the class before I did.(canteen...remember??)
And for the first time in my entire life in school, I slept for an uninterrupted 5 minutes before being 'rudely' awakened. Mr Rama did that 'tegur' thing and went on to say that sleeping on Sunday afternoons are bad. And I quote, "Do not make sleeping on Sunday afternoons a habit!"
He said with conviction. Oh yeah, did I fail to mention that I had an ear on and the other off while he was discussing something while I was sleeping?
I slept only because he was not discussing the paper with us. He was talking about the Altantuya murder case with some fellow classmate of mine. (trying to justify his dishonourable actions) Hey! I had the right to sleep!!!

Oh yeah, and earlier in the day, I had found out the Japanese guy's name. Shuya Tsuchiya. I'll call you Tsuch!(has he any right to do so???) And so, he will arrive with all the fanfare on the 9th of February.

Made a discovery. The more sick stuff you continue to read, the meaner and sicker you get. I have read Stephen King like mad since I was, what? 15? Which was last year but a year makes hell of a lot of difference to a person. And now, I think darker and more cynically. Trying to improve actually. By not reading any more King. But still, there's still Lisey's Story and Cell for me to lay ownership to. Only thing is my mom will scream if I ever mention his name.

John: Hey ma, how bout Dean Koontz??
Mom: Don't even think about it.

But honestly, George Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four is all I can think about nowadays. Animal Farm left me craving for more.

Read any good books lately? (do not say Harry Potter. Everyone knows Rowling writes good books. So does Paulo Coelho.)
Tell me something I do not know.

"What the eye does not see, the heart never grieves for."

-an ancient adage
purportedly found by Ng Wei Li.

clean and clear (not an advertistment)

Have you ever tried lifting your cupbord or chest of chest of drawers containing clothes? I have. And guess what, it was quite light. Which goes without saying that I have a very small selection of clothes. In a drawer. And I cleared my room already! The room is just waiting for the Japanese boy to set foot in and either scream in horror or gasp in amazement (either he gets frightened by the messy state of it or he is not surprised).

Deutschunterricht? Kein Problem...

This morning was rather a buzz. The Star Studded Student Council voting time is now here!!(was you mean....) And guess what. I was left out in the carrying of the ballot boxes!! Damn you whoever-who-so-dared-to-take my place!! Ok. There were too many people. What the hell.
The sports meet after that was comprised mainly of sitting down. Then this military guy (ok, he was from some military school before and he came here specifically to sit for the SPM I guess.) was giving us some demos (a student mind you) on how to march like a hero. Whew. Then this lameass complained that his leg was sprained when he played basketball earlier and needed to rest (if you are just bored and tired with marching, why not say so?). Ladidadida.

Was sitting around the chemistry lab after that. Waiting for the results of an experiment. Wasting time. Chatting a bit.The a couple of groups of prefects came in and started the voting thing. They left. Wasted more time. Packed up and went back to class. Then went to the teachers' lounge to count the votes. Nik you mean pig! Never waited for me!!! Ok. So nobody waited for nobody. As soon as ever class had voted, they rushed tot he lounge and started counting already. And I was entrusted with the task of counting the 'undi rosak'. Surprise surprise. Here we said specifically to vote a cross in only one box and do not scrawl your name or anything else on the paper and I had like what? 28 'undi rosak'? Sri Garden has unofficially have more than 28 confirmed idiots who cannot listen to instructions in school. From this statistic, I can most certainly predict our SPM and PMR results for this year.

Went home at about 1.35 because my sis had to practice her duet acting with Keshinn. Wei came over at like 2.30 to rehearse with me. She ate lunch here. Hoped you enjoyed it Wei!!
Bottomline for rehearsal: I am getting into the role if British Jack Worthing a.k.a. Ernest worthing. Hell, I do not pretend to be a pro but I sound like him. Save for the somewhat squeaky voice which came from the cold I have. Haha.

I also found out that, when learning a new language, make sure you do your homework as soon as possible and not leave it to the last minute. Trust me. I learnt it the hard way. But I still have reasons i.e. had too much to do during the week. Which includes having Wei Li over twice (including today) and having Bio extra class on Tuesday. I'll be butched.

And here I am, sitting in front of the laptop typing. Ask me whether I finished my homework and I would say every one of them. Hah.

"Show me someone who finishes his/her work on time and I will show you a self proclaimed nerd."
Not that I care about that label, do you?

Pussyfooting around a subject is not the way to go about in life...

Frankly speaking, dear neighbour who burns rubbish every evening, morning and night, either for religious or cheap skate reasons, u suck. What would make you stop?? Me stopping and gasping for breath in front of your squatter house and begging for mercy in between rasping breaths? the government coming and knocking at your wooden door? You think you are poor? Then what is with that Astro dish?...asshole. As I have proclaimed in the title of this post, I will not allow this nonsense to continue. You shall stop right now!

UnderpaidJohnPatroniser: Yeah. You should. But then again, he might die anytime sooner or later. Its life. Go ahead and continue to burn rubbish (which might include yourself). Knock yourself out.

Well, I have certainly noticed that people tend to type more great-to-read stuff (or rubbish in this case) when they are in a passionate fury or any kind of 'emo'. In my case, I am in an emotional fury and I shall scream for justice!!! *koff koff......( UJP:.....u suck...)

Yeah, and we (form 5sc1) were the last to receive our school magazines for the year 2006. The very last people. Talk about prioritising. Mutt....
The whole entire class stank of the freshly printed and stinking ink of the magazine. I thought I nearly died. And coming to think of it, I actually presevered to bring back that nice (stupid) thick book back here without fainting. And now I am close to passing out because of the incense. The burning of the sweet smelling incense. I am currently incensed. Crap. Do not remind me of that smell. Ok. So we all learn in Moral classes to tolerate these kind of things. Yeah. I would LOVE to see you tolerate it when you have to smell it every blessed day. Riddance has never been better, good.

We had 4 Bahasa Melayu periods today. FOUR!!!!! That means seeing Rokky for....what? 2 hours and 40 minutes? Ok. At least the last two periods were bearable. We went to the library to looks for stuff to write on. Malay stuff, bear in mind. Ken Vin, once again, is my other half!!.....I mean partner. (idiot) Made some kind of mind map. And guess guess guess, it is for the 1st assessment. Nice...

Stupid things pop up when you are most vulnerable.
What can possibly be worse than this?? (when in the movies, someone foolish enough says this and something worse comes out of it. Oh well, in this case, foolish=John. misfortune=foolish words. Therefore John=misfortune)

"The time will come when the winnowing fan of the Lord will clear the floor and chaff will be separated from grain. The grain, He will gather and store, but the chaff He will throw in a fire that will never go out."

Ok. That was fast. How fast can time travel?

Today was not exactly boring as it had quite a few elements of a storyline added into it.

Today started out with Jammy getting in a yell at me "Ini bukan benda ketawa ini ha!" when she spotted me coming down late. Well, at first I was "rushing" upstairs with my sis and saw her. I do not avoid Jammy naturally so I said hi! (like she's his best friend or something...) and sauntered upstairs. Guess guess guess. Went down like 5 minutes later and she "screamed" that statement at me. Well! I was jsut gonna attend to my morning duties ok?? haha. No offence Jammy. (she is kinda like my favourite teacher coz she can take a joke or two...but you better not be on her wrong side)

Went up after that to listen to some dronings...Ken Vin came in perspirating like some dog..hahah! I was no better. Bla bla bla....

Assembly. This should be interesting. Indeed it was. After reading someone's post, I was pained to see that I was a pain to that certain person!!! Waaaaa!! *dramatic music plays like some kind of funeral song...something like that.
Oh yeah. And Nazeera has changed from liking soft boned guys to really big mouthed guys. I knew there was something weird about this Nasir. Last time it was graciousness and loveness and then after that was a soft spoken you-know-who that we all know about. Now it is about a certain guy whose mouth must be where his money is or else he would certainly be a all talk no show kind of person. I am confused. (not that I care...)

Oh yeah. Another thing. I 'halau'ed Keegan from his place today. All just to hang my blazer. Haha. Take that. I mean, the blazer has to be aired should it not? After all, guys sweat more than girls and this makes them more susceptible to BO....hah. (wanna sniff me? I bet I smell good 99% of the time...I am all yours.......ok. Forget I ever made an invitation.)

All was pretty boring for the rest of the day. Some kid dissed me off when she was using her silly handphone in the class I was 'shoo'ing (makes them sound like cows whereas we are the herders. Cow Herd!!) and I requested that she stopped using it. She gave me that look and did the bitch act i.e. flinging of hair and continueation of usage of the utility her parents should not have pampered with. I mean, she is sooo ungrateful and starts using it in class and obviously made an open invitation to me to relieve her of it. I after all, have a brick for a handphone (which I am quite glad of sometimes as I often drop this 'brick').

Went for some jogging at bout 5.30 to 6.15. Bla bla.

Life would have been boring if not for some certain experiences. It certainly would would it not?

things to learn this year

After all the 'hustle and bustle' today (meaning I was quite free for the rest of the day i.e. 1.00 to now...) I had managed to think up of some stuff that I really would feel like doing this year. I mean, what does one who has about 10 more hours of free time on a Sunday do? Waste time in the shopping malls? I might do that if I were from a family of some degree of social and financial standing. Problem is, I am just a normal person (or abnormal, depending on what angle you look at it) who has not much things to do on a Sunday except iron his clothes i.e. uniform for the rest of the week. I was sooo busy thinking of what I was going to do for the rest of the year I even ironed a few more extra shirts i.e. some dinner shirts for the fun of it.

List of pondered items on What To Do For The Rest Of The Year

1. Cook extra special dishes. This means I have seriously got to put in more time into peeling veggies and cooking pasta and the like. This is certainly going to take up more time.
2. Paying more attention during history classes. But I think that the only chapter I will be paying attention on is World War 2. Wait. I might sleep too. It is in BM. What a disappointment. Good night....
3. Attend some MUN conferences. KLMUN is on the 3rd of March until the 5th of March! I cannot wait! Another selling point is that it is after the first assessment. Time for more work to be done. I am a work horse! Hhrrruumphhh! (one hell of a crazy one for not wanting to enjoy his holidays after the 1st assessment)
4. Learn some dancing moves. I have to at least learn how to dance to properly present myself for the school prom night for 5th formers and invited ones. Hah! We will see. Wait. This should be priority number one.

We will see. (P.S. This phrase is patented and is only intended for the use of yours truly for the next 100 years.)

Underpaid John Patroniser: We'll see.

Quick! post something!

I have managed to come up with some stuff to say.
1. Wei Li and I approached Ms. Mano about finding a script for our little duet acting and she had suggested Oscar Wilde. That nice guy? I thought to myself. Nevertheless, I will try to put up with that fact and plod on with reading the play "The Importance Of Being Ernest". I have to shamefully admit that the first time I heard Ms. Mano say the plays name, I heard "The Importance Of Being A Nurse". Talk about being deaf.
2. Keegan broke the glass 'peep window' of our class' door. It was a stupid mistake even though he said it was an honest one. I agree with Ken Chong. He was on his way out on a usual teacher assignment and I bet he was feeling rather shitty as he usually gets lap dog work from various teachers as they can count on him. You have my sympathy but not empathy, Keegan. Too bad.
3. I was allegedly accused of calling someone bloody stupid while fulfilling my duties as a prefect and lap dog. This dude was jumping recklessly over his class' tables and miraculously not getting jammed in the middle and rendering himself impotent. Then I said that the classroom is not his house where he can break his balls whenever he likes. Then after that before exiting the forth floor main entrance, he had that 'cari pasal' look and that was when he accused me of calling him bloody stupid. Oh well....
4. Isabell was threatening to strangle me with my tie. I did something I had not done in a long time. I challenged her to do so. Wow. Death by strangling of own tie. Betcha Mr. Rama had plenty of Near Death Experiences in this case. his tie is sooooooo tiny.....perhaps his wife had a sudden rush of something for him every morning when she ties his tie. Whew....do not say I said that.
5. Got a miserable 6 votes to be the platoon leader in Scouts. As usual, none other than Isabell Zubinsha suggested that name. John. And to add salt further, she said that she wanted to see me suffer. I have nothing else to say about that.

That's 5 points made today. What success. Give John an undeserved clap just to make him feel good. That's my boy/girl.

How much would it take to break someone?

What does everyone think about the ripple tank? Or maybe the stroboscope?
Let's face it. School is something of paramount importance in one's life whether one likes it or not. Ok. Then there is the part where we get to R&R during break and lunch times. Then there is the unceasing drone of History to deal with. Solution. Sleep in class for the last 5 minutes during Mr. Rama's lesson. You would need it if you were experiencing what I have been through. I do not believe that the word 'tiring' sums it all. it has to be added with some adjective. How bout 'bloody'? Bloody tiring? Nonono. Dead tired. Yeah. Now there's a hyperbole which all of us can deal with.

As I sit here hunched (and trying not to) over the laptop, I kept wondering about something sick. How much would it take to break someone's heart? Just how much? That question has been playing in my mind for what would seem like eternity and I do not think it will ever cease.
And I kept wondering, why does Stephen King look so horrid? At this age, he looks like some kind of monster. Do not believe me?
What drives people to commit suicide?

Nowadays, I tend to be more careful with myself.
Do not think of me as someone sick. I will get rid of that thought right here right now.....done.
Just a little something to think of the next time you decide to murder someone verbally. Like I always do.

"Sticks and stones may break my bones. Words can never hurt me"
I hereby declare that stupid statement a fraud and ceremonially ban it.

It's words that can break the strongest of men. It drives them to do crazy things.

Have you done anything crazy in your life? I know I have not and I plan not to.

Encouragement in a subtle form...

Ok. Let's face it. Anyone can write something or another. Be it some factual essay (which majority of my classmates absolutely ADORE to do), a story (which require's a certain amount of creativity which most of my classmates do not have..that is not to say that I can write too...) or some informal article. But what I notice most when I write or type anything of my own, there has to be an initial feeling or passion. Hate (no...dislike is a better form, I do not hate), love or happiness. Whatever. Then only will the ideas begin to flow out and the little article becomes a little more interesting. You cannot force someone to write.

Neither can you force someone to play the piano. In this aspect, my sister has been giving me quite a lot of encouragement to open that dreaded piano once again. The beautiful and sorrowful tunes of Clayderman or Mozart can often knock on that unknown or forgotten door of music and that is when you know, music has to come out and greet you another time. Yet again.

So guys, writing will not always come out forced (except when you are sitting for an essay exam....I do not blame you...as if I would. But your English teacher would...) and there has to be a certain pre-existent feeling.

Whopee....

Got Keegan's The Stand from Wei today. I was actually planning to take a little few pages from the tome to present as part of the Oral Interpretation event. You may call me crazy but I am actually planning to read that book all over again. Though my mom disapproves of me reading King, but what interests me the most to his works is that there are quite a few quotes or really memorable (more like chilling and sick) phrases. But of course, these books are not recommended for the faint hearted (now this sounds like some stupid low cost production) as there are quite a few gory scenes. But personally, I seem to think It was better at the scare cheap shots.

Oh yeah, I also had some good news to spread around today (ok, it was kind of like bad news to others...) regarding the duet acting event for the Forensics tournament. Ms Mano passed over some forms to me this morning and it was the the list of potential competitors for the event from our school. Some weeped (ok, I was exaggerating), others screamed (uh....Isabell?) and some gasped (none other than Nazeera Nasir). Oh dear, then after that, Nazeera sort of sauntered into the class and said that she and Isabell were planning to change partners and something along that line and something about it being mutual. Tell ya the truth Nazeera, was that not kind of anti climatic of you?(mood spoiler...oh crap. I will have to be expecting a beating tomorrow...I must be brave since I was brave enough to type that statement out)

Ok. So Wei and I are desperate to find some kind of script to suit us, i.e. the tolerating one and the cynic...I am the latter she's the former. Any questions?
Shakespeare is the only playwright which I know of and many of his plays are kind of oldish and difficult to portray. Not that I am saying that we are both uncapable of pulling it off. In fact, I think we would do quite well. The problem is finding a script which has only two characters and it has got to be more than 6minutes 50seconds and not more than 12 minutes and 10 seconds. Wow, they really have got it down to the seconds. I'll be butched.

And then there was that jogging incident. I kept getting stitches everytime I walk faster than normal speed. It's not that I am tired or anything but this kind of aches really put me off and right now, I feel pissed at myself. This certainly is turning out to be a rather interesting year if you would ask me.

The Great Learning Process otherwie known as Life itself is taking me for one hell of a ride. Who knows where I would end up this year. Who am I to know?

Be yourself.

Went to the International School of Kuala Lumpur (ISKL) this morning. Upon arrival, as any usual student of Sekolah Sri Garden will do, I started comparing our school to theirs. They had rugby fields and swimming pools. They also have imported teachers and they also have to pay more for their fees. Needless to say, a few cutting remarks were made to Ken Vin. Don't we all do that?

There was this supposed Scotsman who was making the introduction on the SEA Forensics and he had this accent which was quite easy to imitate once you get the hang of it. I have got to get that Scottish touch since I now have the American, British and Australian touch. Perhaps I will acquire the German accent once in Germany (which will only happen in a million years from now considering the situation I am in...do not ask)
And as usual, life is a learning process and I made discoveries once again!! Wohoo! The discovery is....John is an asshole who doesn't really be himself i.e. he is an asshole almost all the time and according to Nik Shazarina The Biggest Bitch she ever met. Wow. Now there's a spot of improvement to work on Mr. Khoo.

Okay okay. So the whole day was not filled with crappy experiences. Chatted a bit with the motherly Isabell who likes to take charge of everything...which is not quite as bad as it looks like. Got hit plenty of times from both Nazeera and some sneering comments from Isabell and Ken Vin. Keshinn was no better. Now what's a spot of word jousting like to me? Heaven! Just like heaven. Jousting not only improves your language and confidence but it also reveales who you really are i.e. either you are an asshole or a prissy pot. I am the former. Not very surprising. Will John succeed in winning the heart of many and being a nice guy? He could if he behaves and attempts to be himself. Which excludes sneering from his vocabulary. I currently have 352 days to prove my mettle. Watch me struggle. And laugh if you like.

Watched The Pathfinder in TGV today. Magdalene came and wanted to catch a movie with Jia Min and my sis today so my ma and I tagged along. The only saving grace the movie has was that it was full fo blood (to me...but to the ladies, it has no saving grace whatsoever) as the movie had scarcely any dialogue and most of the time the Vikings were speaking the ancient version of German and there were buckets of blood being splashed everywhere. Loads of cheapshots too i.e. the stupid sudden scare moments that make it seem like an embarassing gag-reflex to be jumping up in your seat. The popcorn tasted like popcorn...my fingers were frozen while I ate as the place was freezing as usual and when I felt I had enough of the vile stuff, I followed the customary procedure of washing hands when in cinemas i.e. I 'washed' or rather wiped them on the condensed water on the surface of my stale Coke cup. Which was also purchased at the TGV snack counter. Crap.

Oh yeah, before setting foot in the cinema but after purchasing the tickets, my ma and I went to Kinokuniya to check out some books (you mean passing some time by while waiting) and there, I found several authors to the likes of Garth Nix, George Orwell, Ernest Hemingway, Chuck Palahnuick(dat how you spell his name?) and C.S. Lewis. Garth Nix was in the young adults section whereas Orwell was in the literature section. It was a pure 1 hour ++ bliss looking through Nineteen Eighty Four. Found Shakespeare too.

Am I tired? You bet.

My very first time...read on to see if this is corny

No offence. Nearly slept in class today. Preserverance is indeed a full blown God-forsaken virtue. I must be strong and resist the temptation to sleep. Good night...zzzz.
Yeah, that's what happened and pigs can currently fly on their wings. Did I sleep? No way Jose.

My very first taste of the MUN atmosphere i.e. active and really condusive for talking-bout-anything. I mean almost anything including being stupidly cynical and sarcastic to the P and VP. I was less mean to the VP. No slack for the P though. Haha. Which reminds me. I have to be less meaner...to selective people. No mercy for the rest.
They (Shazarina and Isabell) had discussed some pretty importantly exciting stuff which I judiciously took down like what some would say a nerd. Do I look like someone who studies 24/7? Make a guess and let me laugh right in your face if you are wrong. There are a couple of MUN conferences coming right up and I got to familiarise myself with the latest terminology and the protocol of speech i.e. stuff like raising up your hand and saying "Point of Personal Gain" or "Point of Implication" (I think i got dat wrong...) or "Point of so-and-so". So much protocol. What fun. Please do not mistake that for something sarcastic. Personal reminder: KLMUN is on the 3rd to 5th of March. Beg mom.

Fried the vegetables in a different style today. The only reason I was cooking was that my sister was too busy with the silly class timetable...nono! That's not what I meant. The class timetable is not silly! (oh yes it is..if he really did not mean it, he should have deleted the sentence)
And so John goes solo in the cooking of food for tonight's dinner. Beat that. Cooking is fun if you really know what you are doing. Which reminds me that I have to peel more potatoes as I have less experience in peeling em.

1. Put water into wok to boil for approx. 5 minutes.
2. Toss nicely and painstakingly washed and peeled and cut vegetables into the wok. Let it "celur" by itself for a few minutes while stirring it with a ladle.
3. After vegetables have that "cooked" look, take out from wok and turn off fire. Put vege into plate.
4. Fry garlic after that for a few minutes until the garlic has that "golden" and nicely brown cooked look (if you have watched your mom or cook regularly, you would know what I mean).
5. Dish the garlic into the recently semi boiled vegetables and put some soy sauce ( I mean some and not all) and mix the mixture.

The outcome is certainly satisfying if not very tasty as I had done it myself.
Why not YOU try cooking some other time?

more idiotic idioms..(for your benefit, please do not use them in your english essays as they are just make up)

To do last week's homework today
To procrastinate about something (I know a lot of people who do this all of the time. Try not to make it a habit. Make me an example...hah! I do not do things last minute except studying. Wait. That is last minute...). Here's the definition of procrastinate in case some of you do not know what it is. "Can we have the drumrolls??" *prapapapapapapam (that was an onomatopoiea was it not?)
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/procrastinate,
I hate to preach or anything but try not to do any last minute stuff i.e. school projects and especially homework. Peachy, just peachy. He managed to get in some saintly words. Kindly applaud him. He needs it.

Can I walk in a straight line? Yes dumbass.

Went to mass this morning wearing a pink checkered shirt. Quite nice patterns and shade actually. I have absolutely no idea why I was feeling morose. I felt as if I was having some PMS or something. For those of you who are reading my blog for the first time I am a guy.

Mid Valley Minimall was up next on the list today and went to MPH to look for some decent books before McDonalds opened. Tried to look up Garth Nix but did not have much will to ask the 'counter-ladies' i.e. the store workers. Felt morose like I said. Lame excuse. Saw Jeffrey Archer's False Impression for the second time and felt sooo tempted to get it but unfortunately under the unavoidable circumstances which has befallen me right now, answer is no from my mom. And no you do not need to poke your big nose into what circumstances i have. Just enjoy reading the blog and shut up.

Got fed up after spending half and hour in MPH and went to La Manila to eat instead. They open at 11.45. We were there at 11.00. Perfect.

Went scouring for groceries at Jusco after that. Mom surprisingly bought some steaks. 4 to be exact.

Left after eating McDonalds after all. Went straight home...the end.

No. That was not the end. Went jogging at approximately 5 pm. Just for the sake of building up endurance levels and not have a bout of epilepsy like some people I know. Oh yeah, for those of you who do not know why I am doing this because either you are a rather distant friend who wishes not to partake in sharing with me some news, I am running for the 400 meters track event. Wow! What a big achievement! John finally wants to take part in a school sports even and is even planning on showing up on sports day! This is something which does not happen often...

Underpaid Cynical John Patroniser: Why not we all give John a well deserved round of applause??

He should have said that in a lackadaisical tone. What fun.

Crap aside. Had a dinner consisting of steak, rice and vegetables. To top it off, we (my mom, sis and I) had it with red wine!

Which brings the following quote from Joe Camber in Stephen King's Cujo to mind....

"Since when can we afford to eat like the Rockefellers?"....

And i drank a glass of wine. Piece of cake. Do i feel woozy or start yammaleezling? Yatata-yatata-yatata?? No way. Like taking candy from a baby.

I have never felt so clear headed and coherent as I type this sentence down. School tomorrow. got some serious work to be done.

Signing on...i mean off.

First Saturday of the year. Whoopee...

Woke up this morning feeling rather pissy. Sneezed a couple of times and had some rather watery eyes. The watery eyes were for no apparent reason (my lame excuse is I am sensitive to the air and sunlight) but the sneezes were for bathing for 2 mornings in a row when I am not used to it. Went to the market also to help my mom purchase and carry some groceries like a bellboy.

"Ma'am, may I help you?"

Carried some squealers (dead porkers meaning pork meat...duh!) among the other usual stuff. Let us see what else will happen today. Hoooohum....

This is something of a personal nature....

Someone urged me to have some new year's resolutions. Well....here they are. Finally I have mustered the courage that is always hidden inside a closet of myself to think of some stupid resolutions. (Oh yeah...all these resolutions came at the spur of the moment i.e. when I was typing the blog entry...)

1. I will have to reduce the quality and length and frequency of emitting foul words out of this single orifice which we are all enabled to speak out of. Which will make me eventually a new person but alas, I am not sure how long I can last out there. Life is a cruel world full of cursing people (one of them is me...sadly).
2. Shall I work harder in my studies?? Does a question make it to the new year resolution list? No matter the answer, I will certainly work harder. I think.
3. When I was a little less older and maturer, all I could think of was myself and what can I do to make my day a less boring day. Selfish stuff like that. Now, I want to brighten up other people's day even though I feel down (which I do occasionally feel) so that in turn, I can make impacts in other lives. Not just mine. (That's our John....sooo selfless!!! Yeah right.)
4. After the previous resolution, I also resolve not to praise myself too often even though it is just to make people laugh at my peacock-esque, narcissistic and exaggerated nature. 'Coz, often, the line between making people laugh and offending people in my case often gets blurred as some people choose not to see humour as it is but distort the facts. Thus...less self praise altogether. Shut me up next time.
5. I will make more friends and acquaintances during my final year of tenure in Sekolah Sri Garden as there are still some people i do not know very well. I met this girl during the last few weeks of school and I had really liked to talk to her longer and stuff but the holidays were already pouncing upon us all. Imagine, I did not even know she had the capabilities to talk like THAT before but now I am regrettably saddened by the fact that there are many other people like her in school that I will never know of...sob!!! Oh just damn that resolution. I will look for more friends. selectively of course. if I do not like you or feel difficult to communicate with you, so sorry.
6. Ok. There will be loads of international programmes next year and...well. Hopefully I get to join one or two. Hopefully two. The time to shine overseas!! Yes! (well, what he actually did in America was getting embarassed by the 2 American girls in the plane. Damn flirters. Never will I get caught again. Which brings me to my next resolution)
7. Is flirting a hobby of mine? Have I ever gotten ensnared in this immoral activity? Ok...immoral sounds like it was a mortal sin. I mean, flirting is a waste of time and emotions (unless u have someone special. Then again, what the heck) Resolution: Do not flirt too much.
Haha, this is something out of Animal Farm when Squealer altered the previous 7 Commandments of Animalism i.e. Napoleon cheated his fellow animals and the farm was restored to its old ways i.e. when Jones was in charge.

Seven is the magic number!! Actually, it's not but I have run out of ideas.

A little something in dark times....

"There's no salvation without suffering. It's cheap magic, but it's all we have."
-by Sandra Stansfield in The Breathing Method by Stephen King