Silence!

A post, finally

2010-03-12T04:06:00.000-08:00

I've just decided to start blogging again. Of course, how long this sudden interest in blogging lasts, I cannot say.

It started like this. A person, whom I shall not name, has been repeatedly blaring at me in her loud voice to start blogging again. Though small in stature, her vocal chords have the ability to generate amazingly loud sounds. Besides her loud voice, she is also known for her sneezing in class and in examination halls, which is almost legendary. She has reached a combo of 7 or 8 I think, more than anyone else I know.

The second person is HRM the Pineapple princess. (On this individual I shall not elaborate, lest she sentence me to pineapple-boarding, a torturous process involving highly corrosive organic liquid and my windpipe.)

Anyway, first-term exams just finished, and I'm not happy. I can't believe the mistakes I made in my English essay!

Firstly, I misused the word BUNKER in the place of BUNK. In case anyone's wondering,

BUNK: beds built one above the other;

BUNKER: a large container for storing fuel.

Of course, this may seem like no big deal, except I repeated the word around 20 times in the essay. If Mr K deducted 1 mark for each spello, I'd be left with only 15 marks.

Secondly, I spelt ASUNDER as ASSUNDER.

AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH.

Yes, it IS a big deal.

Oh, and I think I completely flunked Bio.

Reason for Celebration

2009-06-07T08:44:00.000-07:00

FEDERER WON THE FRENCH OPEN!!!

Is that not reason enough?

It's Very Good To See You Gone

2009-05-28T00:40:00.000-07:00

I smile as I watch
You passing by
It's a happy sight
I start to cry.

I wave my hand
Like a little boy
Down my cheeks flow
Tears of joy.

The horror is gone
I look left, right
Everywhere kids cheer
With all their might.

Chattering loudly
They walk away
As they discuss
What games to play.

Before I go
And head off home
I turn to say
This farewell poem:

Dearest exams
Farewell, so long
It's very good
To see you gone.

The Result of Overactive Imagination(s)

2009-05-12T04:16:00.000-07:00

Today, Pn. Angie came into class and announced that she was going to give us an essay to write. It was meant to be written based on a map she handed out to us, with mini illustrations of playgrounds and post offices.

The instructions were extremely ordinary (not extraordinary). It went something like...

You have to go to the railway station to meet your cousin. Since there is no local bus service, you go by taxi instead. Write about your journey to the railway station and the surroundings. Your essay must not be less than 100 words.

The essay that was expected of us ran more-or-less along this storyline:

I had to go to the railway station to meet my cousin. I hailed a taxi and got in. As we drove down the road, I saw shops on my left. Soon, we reached a roundabout. Going clockwise, we took the second exit off the roundabout onto Jalan Ambang. On my left I saw a football field that was full of people. Further down the road, I saw a playground that was also full of people. We reached a set of traffic lights. We turned right. I looked out the window and noticed a big shopping complex. At the T-junction at the end of the road, we turned left. The petrol station on my left was full of people. And just ahead of the petrol station was my destination -- the railway station.

There. The paragraph above contains 133 words -- more than the number of words specified. It also contains all the points, as well as copious amounts of boringness.

However, don't ever underestimate the group of eccentric boys sitting at the back of 3 Balau.

Here are some of the sensational and inspiring storylines invented by them (some are by me, as well).

1) Ultraman landed on the football field and started fighting some huge exotic alien wildlife.

2) I left home driving my lorry, which was filled with TNT. I rushed to the railway station, but accidently crashed into the petrol station, causing my face, as well as many others', to be published in the newpaper obituary.

3) I left home driving my lorry, which was filled with TNT, and crashed into the petrol station again. However, due to the fact that I was King Leoric, I survived the crash and explosion.

4) I decided to drive out of the map since I figured that it would be a faster way to the railway station.

5) I found out about a horrible traffic jam, and decided to hire a jet instead.

As wonderfully exciting as this form of brain-storming can be, some people sadly don't approve. Example: Pn. Angie.

As a result of my overactive mouth and imagination as well as my inability to conceal my conversations, I was sentenced to switching places with Daniel. Who sits just one place behind me, actually.

Well, I can form two inferences as to why she would do this.

1) So I would talk less in class (or at least make it seem so); or

2) So I would talk in louder voices (since she has distanced me from my friends).

Just kidding.

I guess I tend to talk more during English class since I feel more confident that I'd be able to catch up. But still, that is no excuse, and I know it.

*Sigh*

I should propose this to a teacher: why not have one period every week focused only on speaking? In other words, get everyone to talk, especially the quiet ones, to anyone about whatever they like, with the only rule being that it must be in English. Just think what wonders it may do to those antisocial students.

Well, that probably won't happen, at least not in the near future. But we can always hope, can't we?

Class Essay

2009-04-30T18:51:00.000-07:00

About 2 weeks ago, Pn. Angie (our class's English teacher) gave the entire class an assignment.

We had to come up with an essay.

But this essay was different. This was how it was done.

Pn. Angie gave Li Li (tutor muda) a HUGE stack of coloured note papers. Then, she wrote the essay's title and starting line on a memo pad and stuck it on the board at the back of the classroom.

The title is

Lost & Found.

The starting line is

It was a stormy afternoon.

Quite lame, really. But I guess that she did it so to leave the story open.

Bad idea.

Everyone in class has a different idea on how the story should go, which resulted in a seriously warped and twisted storyline.

I mean, SERIOUSLY warped.

Just my cup of tea.

However, Pn. Angie didn't enjoy it as much as I did, I think.

She had a little problem with errr... the dammit.

She says, it won't be allowed in PMR.

(Perspire)

I beg to differ, though. I think the dammit, as much as teacher and some of the other students are against it, is quite charming, really. It gives character to the story.

Not that it lacks any, by the way.

Now, here's a brief summary of the story's (many) main idea(s):

Lights go off.

Then, the Bill Collector comes. Pay up, he says. Somehow you miss when trying to shoot him dead (for what reason, I'm as lost as you) and he escapes.

You become a nun. You need a headdress. So, you find out that Bill over there has a headdress.

You assault (to put it nicely) a SWAT officer, and steal his uniform and gadgets.

So, the nun-turned-assassin you chase down Bill, who just happens to be a sheep.

He jumps into a Ferrari, and you chase him. Somehow, you chase down the Ferrari.

Billy claims to be immortal, and you agree to pay the bill...

(to be continued)

Well, it's some wacky story. And if you can wait, I'll be posting the full version on my blog as soon as the story is closed.

So, just wait.

P.S. There's also something about a dog morphing into a human...

Some More YouTube Vids

2009-04-17T22:32:00.000-07:00

A few days ago my dad showed me 2 videos from YouTube. And yes, they are about music as well.

The videos are very interesting. However, you might have watched it before. Especially the 1st one, since it is one of the most watched new videos in YouTube.

Here it is: I present to you Susan Boyle.

Ah. But I cannot embed the video here, since some guy requested ALL videos about her be disabled from embedding.

So, just kindly click the link here.

That was video one. Here's the other.

This one I CAN embed.

Well, enjoy it. I can tell you that I did.

(P.S. Watch out at the beginning of the video: the word HUMAN is spelled wrongly.)

A Particular Youtube Vid

2009-04-12T04:36:00.001-07:00

Recently, I've been regularly going to Youtube to watch some interesting videos.

Examples include Fred, Nigahiga, a few music vids and also some other comedy pieces.

And here's one I especially like. Partly because one of the people in it looks like someone I know.

See for yourself. It's a lip-sync video by the way (done very well, in my opinion).

Pay no attention to the guy in the background. Apparently he's busy playing Counter Strike.

Anyway, the reason why this vid is on my blog is because the guy on the left reminds me of Shi Wen.

Yes, I know, not much of the semblance in looks, but the weirdness just seems familiar...

No offence, Shi Wen.

History and I

2009-04-11T04:03:00.000-07:00

There is one teacher I don't get.

Or rather, there are many teachers I don't get, but this teacher is one I doubly don't get.

She is Pn. Joyce. And for those of you who don't know, she's my Sejarah teacher.

I really love her class. I am ever anxious to see what she'll be doing next. And for those of you who don't know, I'm being sarcastic.

Firstly, please excuse the tone of this post. If you are a big fan of Pn. Joyce, I'd highly suggest you stop reading.

Now, one of the things I don't get about her is her lessons.

Sejarah is chronological. But the way she's teacher the subject, I'm almost lost when it comes to the order of events. Perhaps for those who already know the facts, her classes are beneficial, but not for me.

She'll step in class, and after the customary greeting, launch straight away into her lesson. The only problem is that today's lesson always seemed detached from yesterday's. I really wish she'd use the text book, at least as reference. I sometimes find written words easier to grasp than spoken ones, especially if it's about unknown facts.

Also, as one of my classmates pointed out, she goes too fast almost all the time. Everything may be crystal clear in her mind, but definitely not in mine. I mean, if I already knew the syllabus, she needn't even be teaching.

When she teaches, not only does she go too fast, she teaches in English. Well, I thought that it was good that Sejarah was being taught in English, but that was of course before the latihan came along. You see, the latihan are unfortunately in BM. But the words and facts I'm learning are in English.

When I was halfway through a latihan paper, I asked her what a certain word meant (the word was permogokan). She displayed one of those snug smiles, and almost laughed the question off.

"How can you ask what a word means? You should know what it means, after all it's in your text book."

But this test is not a BM test; surely explaining what a word meant wasn't going to be considered cheating. You always stress that Sejarah is all about grasping the concepts, and not blindly memorising strings of words. By the way, let's not forget that you teach Sejarah in English.

"Ah, but this word is in your text book. If you read your text book you would know this word."

Well, fine. Let's leave it at that.

Later, however, when we were going through the paper, she had to rub it in. How nice of her.

Besides that, Pn. Joyce seems to be getting a whole lot of praise. From both teachers (Pn. Mary Ann) and students (3 Cengal). For some reason, I dislike her though.

Oh, and did I mention that her "jokes" and "acting young in class" is distracting?

*Sigh*

Musings by Bee El Eh See Kay

2009-04-04T04:02:00.000-07:00

It's been a long time since I last posted. So excuse this post if it sounds a bit rusty.

Now firstly, I would like to say something:

I will not stop being lame, whether you like it or not.

So, there!

I would also like to make a shoutout to all Malaysians:

BE SURE TO CATCH THE MALAYSIAN GRAND PRIX! IN SEPANG FROM 3-5 APRIL!!!

But truthfully, I don't really care.

Why?

Well, I'm not going to Sepang to watch the Grand Prix live. And if I do watch it, I'll be seeing it on the television, and in that case it doesn't really matter which country it's held in. But I guess the publicity is good for our country.

However, if a Tennis Masters was set here, right here in Malaysia, I'll be overjoyed!

I mean, I'll let loose an ear-piercing scream! (Deals 100/180/260/350 damage in a 600 AoE [damage type is pure] and slows for 3 seconds.) Cooldown: 20/18/15/12 seconds.

Okay, maybe not that devastating, but you get the idea.

But then, it might be just as well there ISN'T a Tennis Masters here in Malaysia.

...

...

Okay. Sorry. I take that back.

A Post You Wouldn't Understand

2009-03-18T08:50:00.000-07:00

>>Pavaler, galimatias and stultiloquent folderol.<<

Understood anything? Didn't expect you to.

Don't worry too much about it; they all mean nonsense.

300 Words

2009-03-15T06:57:00.000-07:00

SEGi College has an essay competition!

And, of course, I'm joining. Not that I expect to win, especially in my first competition.

I'm also not quite prepared. Here's some things I have no clue on. Help me if you can.

1. Which SEGI College is it held in?
2. When is the actual starting time? Do you need to come early to register?
3. What is the topic (in exact words)?
4. How long a time are you given?
5. Are you allowed to bring an essay prepared at home into the competition area?
6. Who will be judging?

Yeah. There's quite a lot of stuff which I don't know.

Some enlightenment is greatly appreciated.

Oh yeah, I've counted the number of words in an average essay of mine, and the word count is 600. The stated number of words for the competition essay is 300.

How, oh how, am I going to write a 300-word essay? It just wouldn't sound complete!

I Can't Get No Satisfaction

2009-03-13T03:23:00.000-07:00

'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try...

I really ain't gettin' no satisfaction.

Some o' ma' teachers are bein' real unreasonable, an' I can't do nothin' t' stop it.

Okay. Stop the accent.

Back to being serious.

I have found out the truth. Actually, I have known the truth since Form 1, I just thought it applied only to some teachers. But now I know it applies to all.

I have found out:

Teachers are sore losers.

They cover each other's backs.

The people who lose out are the students.

This happens during exam season. Or rather, after exam season.

Or, to put it precisely, when you ask teacher why question # is marked wrong.

Especially when it comes to the Science paper.

Allow me to explain.

When I was in Form 2, my Science teacher was Pn. Asma/Wan. She was new to teaching Science, which was a GREAT disadvantage to us (2 Batai-ans).

Firstly, she couldn't control the class. Even with Mike Rhophoan.
Secondly, she can't teach (at least not well).
Thirdly, she adheres so ridiculously to the suggested answers in the exam that she causes mass depression to the entire class when she marks their papers.

So, you can conclude she didn't win the Popular Teacher award that year.

Anyway, I had quite a serious disagreement with her about one of the subjective questions in the mid-year exam paper. And so, I told her about it.

And being the unsure self she is, Pn. Asma was reluctant to even consider my answer, since it wasn't in the marking guide. What a brilliant excuse.

So, in the end, I was directed here and there till I finally got to ask the opinion of Pn. Cheng, the Afternoon Head. And so, being quite confident in my answer, I politely ask her what was wrong with my answer, and whether I should get full marks.

Then she tells me: if I was in Ramin, and I needed the mark, she'd mark that question correct. But I'm in Batai, and I am not on the verge of failing, so she's going to leave it as wrong.

And so, I tell her that the marking is not synchronised, since Balau and some other classes are getting that question correct, while my class is getting it wrong.

Do you think she gave a damn? No. Of course not. Why would she?

That was a bit crude, I know, but it was how I felt at that moment in time.

And now, once again, there is another ambiguous question in the Form 3 first term test paper.

Air that has more water vapour also has more...
A. nitrogen. B. carbon dioxide. C. dust. D. micro-organism.

It can have 2 answers; it can have no answer.

They did not say inhaled or exhaled air, and it cannot therefore be limited to that.

Air that has more water vapour is humid air. Humid air DOESN'T have more CO2. Humid air can be from a tropical rainforest. I doubt there's more CO2 in there than in desert air (which is drier).

So, you see, it's a dilemma.

Liberated!

2009-03-07T01:33:00.000-08:00

Free from the bonds of words and figures, he soars into the noon sky, and once again continues his noble mission.

Invisible to humans, he treads quietly into 3 Balau's classroom, careful not alert Puan Ong of his presence. Then, one by one, he reaches into the minds of the students. With lightning speed and absolute precision, he unbinds their minds. Ropes of information litter the ground.

One by one, the students jerk. Now no longer bound by the accursed exams, their unclouded minds think clearly. Staring down, they find their exam sheets completed. Staring up, they find that the exam still has another 30 minutes to go.

Finding the classroom way too monotonous for their liking, some students grab hold of a pencil and start drawing. Sketches fill the question paper. Some students, too overcome by tiredness, lay their heads down on their arms and close their eyes, seeking the door to Dreamland.

Suddenly, a hum of voices fill in the silence. The students raise their eyes. Exam is over. Puan Ong struts over to each table, and collects the exam sheets.

When she is almost done collecting, the school bell rings.

Life flows into the students limbs. Thoughts of fun -- fun, a word hardly thought about during the last 2 weeks -- fills their minds.

Then the truth hits them. Exam is over.

They are liberated.

With smiling faces and lively voices, they silently give their thanks to the Liberator.

The Liberator: the one and only, the strong and mighty. We thank you.

Whom I Met at the Finals

2009-02-20T21:41:00.000-08:00

Last Thursday was the Form 3 debate finals.

And it was there I met my old acquaintance: Mike.

Or, to put it fuller, Mike RhoPhoan. Heard of him?

He's also known as Sown M Pleefieyer.

You might have seen him before. He is pathetically thin, literally a stick of a man, and has a round head, which he often covers with some interwoven wire. He seems to have a fetish for black, and is rarely seen wearing a different colour.

If you stand next to him and measure his height compared to yours, his head usually reaches slightly above your chin.

Oh yeah. I almost forgot: he has an irritating habit of repeating whatever is mentioned in front of him. Whatever secrets you have will be publicly announced by him should you accidentally reveal it in his presence. He also enjoys mimicking your voice, but not a 100%. He often adds some booms and crackles into his version of your speech, probably for the plain sake of annoying the hell out of you.

Therefore, you must always keep a tight rein on him, which some people emphasise on by wrapping their hand around his neck. This 'reining' requires some skill, a skill that I have not yet gained. Hence my dismay at seeing him again.

Does my description ring a bell? Just in case it doesn't, I've inserted a picture of him below.

(down)

(down)

(almost there)

HAH!

Recognise him NOW, don't you?

Debate #1

2009-02-03T05:34:00.000-08:00

Today was there was the Form 3 inter-class debate.

I, together with Daniel, Shu Wen and Melanie, represented 3 Balau.

Our opponent was 3 Angsana, comprising Andrea, Krystal, Samantha Cheh and Julian(?!).

We (3 Balau) was fortunate enough to be the Opposition team, which means 3 Angsana was the Proposition.

The motion was (in exact words):

Science stream guarantees a better future.

In my opinion, the motion is super biased. It obviously sides the Opposition (notice the use of 'fortunate' when I described our getting the Opposition side).

Debating would be so much easier if you could just tell the teacher (perhaps in language not so crude):

"This motion is the biggest lump of hogwash I have ever heard. Use your brain, please, cikgu. Tell me honestly, do you seriously think Science stream students are assured of a brighter future compared to Arts students? In that case, wouldn't all Science students be multi-millionaires and Arts students their servants? Because what the motion suggests is that Science students WILL succeed in life (it's like writing their destiny or something). This is called a Sweeping Statement. It means it's so general until it doesn't make sense. If it was written "Science stream students usually have a better future", the Opposition would have been facing a bigger challenge.

Wow.

Am I writing too much?

I gotta rest my fingers.

Am I Hexed?

2009-02-01T05:42:00.000-08:00

Is it just me? Or is it just luck? Or is the game rigged?

Like a loyal supporter, I've been following the Australian Open, obviously with my favourites. They are Roger Federer and Dinara Safina.

Both who just so conveniently crashed out of the finals.

Making my day, of course.

Safina could have very well been a cement wall placed right in the middle of the court. She lost 6-0; 6-3 to Serena.

What the hell happened in the 1st set???

Moving on to...

Federer.

What a disappointment -- a 7-5; 3-6; 7-6; 3-6; 6-2 lose to Rafael Nadal.

You can't beat Nadal even on hard court? But hard court's your speciality.

I really hope Federer gets a better coach, and pulls up his socks, because I will continue to support him, and I don't want to support a loser.

Plough on, FedEx!

2009-01-27T05:45:00.000-08:00

I was watching a tennis match just now. Federer versus Del Potro.

Just in case you don't know, Roger Federer (ex world No. 1) is ranked 2nd in the world, and Juan Martin Del Potro is ranked 10th.

I was worried for Federer (whom I support) since he played shakily during his last match against Tomas Berdych. He had lost the first 2 sets before he pulled his act together and (thankfully) won back the last 3 sets.

Berdych is ranked 22nd; Del Potro, 10th.

If he struggled against Berdych, he'll die against Del Potro. In theory.

Fortunately, he didn't die. Or lose, for that matter. In fact, he won. But first, back to the story...

I was watching the tennis match. After the 1st set, in which Federer comfortably won 6-3, I had to go for dinner.

So, I went for dinner. And rushed back.

I turned on Star Sports.

The match was over.

What the hell. So fast?!

Then, I checked the internet for the results. (Very easily, actually. Just type Australian Open into the Google search box and the latest results appear.)

Well, it did appear. I was shocked.

6-3; 6-0; 6-0.

Wow.

Federer demolished Del Potro when I wasn't looking. How dare he!

I only hope he can dish out the same amount of devastation during the semis.

Against who? I forget. Not that it matters.

Keong Hee Huat Zai!

2009-01-25T00:00:00.000-08:00

Just to clarify...

Chinese: Gong Xi Fa Cai
Cantonese: Gung Hei Fatt Choi
Hokkien: Keong Hee Huat Zai

So now, you know.

*****

During this week-long Chinese New Year hols, I (sadly?) won't be involving myself in the money collection business. I also won't get to fine-tune my gambling skills and my mahjongg virtuosity.

That's because I'm quite occupied already.

First off, the inter-class debate is set on the Tuesday after the hols. I interpret this as the school intending us (debaters) to use the holiday for the group discussions. Which most debaters will probably be doing.

Secondly, I am trying my best to enjoy this holiday as much as possible. Quite difficult. I am having a bit of a problem squeezing in tennis matches with my neighbour since the sky has figured that plants needed to be watered in the evenings, and has done so. The court wasn't spared. Sadly.

Talking about tennis, I am desperately following the results of the Australian Open. Since I'm doing this through the newspapers, I only know the results 1 day later. Sad, I know. Anyway, I'd just like to grab this opportunity to express my hope of Federer breaking Sampras' record -- just 2 more Grand Slams to go!

And, of course, I'm away for the bulk of the week. That kinda gets in the way as well.

So, to all readers of this post,

新年快乐

HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR.

年年有余
MAY THE YEAR TO COME BE FISHY(???).

It's Terribly Exciting!

2009-01-18T06:21:00.000-08:00

All tennis followers should know that...

THE AUSTRALIAN OPEN IS STARTING!

The only problem is...

I don't have Astro.

Meeting The Teachers.

2009-01-10T19:37:00.000-08:00

First week of school's finally over. No more yawning and yawning and yawning in the early mornings anymore (hopefully).

And I've met all the subject teachers -- except one.

You see, our Geography teacher has been very conveniently absenting herself from our class. Whenever her period crops up, she'll either abandon our class or send in Pn. Mary Ann, as was the case during her Wednesday class.

And it's all her fault that this following what-I-think-of-my-teachers poll cannot be completed.

Here it goes...

B Malaysia: Pn Azeana. "What?! We get a new teacher? Can she even teach???"
English: Pn Ruth. Hope she lives up to her name.
Chinese: Pn Chen. The best we could've got.
Science: Pn Ong. What else is there to say?
Maths: Pn Tho. Often catch myself trying to stifle a laugh.
Geography: Pn. Chia? Pn Cheah? Who is she?
History: Pn Mary Ann. How lucky am I? Sejarah might even be interesting.
KHB: Pn Heah. Yeah, you all thought she only taught girls. I wish.
Moral: Pn Lee BP. No comment.
Civics: Pn Saik. Nag. Nag. Nag. Other than that, she's alright.
PJK: Encik Siva. "Handball, hockey, sit-ups, hockey, jogging, hockey..."
Art: Pn Latifah. Not Queen Latifah(I wish). Has very slow handwriting.

Well, yeah, that pretty much covers all my subject teachers. Some could be better, but...

Overall: satisfied.

Back to the Status Quo.

2009-01-02T06:54:00.000-08:00

Wow.

Just like that, the holidays are nearly over, and school days are back.

Time to unearth the schoolbag and fill it with books; more books this time, since PMR is drawing near. Back to school in new classes with new teachers and a new schedule altogether. Not to mention new classmates.

Sounds fun, doesn't it?

I'm stuck in 3 Balau with a bunch of genii who can probably prattle on in Chinese as well as the Chinese teachers can, ~~with the exception of Puan Lee~~. Most of my ex-classmates have gone to other classes, many of them my friends. Remember that Sting song?

Wooah~
I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien,
I'm an Englishman in New York.

The words doesn't exactly fit the context, but the idea is there.

I'm free floating in a foreign atmosphere, with only 2 anchors to sanity. Gerald and Daniel.

Another thing the new school days bring which I am less-than-happy about is the early mornings. I've been sleeping at 2 am and waking up at 12 noon. A few days ago I slept at 4 am. With 3 more nights to go, you expect me to adjust my sleeping habits, and wake up at 6.30 in the morning?

Tom Cruise will have a blast with this Mission Impossible.

BURGER MANIA!!!

2008-12-15T23:59:00.000-08:00

Here's a cool video I found. It's about burgers. Personally, I prefer Burger King.

Enjoy!

Indonesia Part 2

2008-12-10T03:01:00.000-08:00

This is the continuation to my trip in Java. And guess what? This time, it's illustrated.

Okay. Since I didn't upload any pics during the first post, I'll make up for it by posting some now, complete with sarcastic captions.

Just a word: this post can get VERY detached. Hope you can follow. The pictures are arranged according to time taken.

All these are photos of my hotel. Looks good on pixel, eh?

This is at night, when we went out for dinner at Cihampelas Walk.

Pic 1 of Cihampelas Walk.

Pic 2 of Cihampelas Walk (the restaurant's upstairs).

Just in case you don't know, kelinci means rabbit.

Seems as if this big hot steaming lake...

...is causing the mist.

Somehow, I doubt that it's authentic skin.

KELINCI!

Close-up KELINCI!

Aaaaah. Maribaya -- where we lost our wealth. Jokinglah!

Inside Maribaya is... a waterfall!

Leaving Bandung. Going to next town: Pangandaran. Which I'll talk about in later posts.

A small P.S.

2008-12-10T02:50:00.000-08:00

Yeah, for those of you who would like to know more about the makeup in Twilight, here's a link.

>>I'm the link, click me!<<

Happy reading.

Excuse this post, please.

2008-12-05T06:44:00.000-08:00

I did promise that I would continue about my trip to Indonesia, but I have another thing which I would like to talk about this time.

It's a movie which I watched recently. Can you guess?

It's TWILIGHT!

And I love it. Yep, absolutely do.

Of course, there are special reasons why it is so endearing to me.

The main one may sound a little weird, but don't think me a freak or anything.

Since I was really young, I had ALWAYS thought how darn cool it would be to be a vampire.

Ironic, actually, since vampires are supposed to be scary, and young kids don't like scary guys.

But it was a dream, and is, I confess, still a dream sometimes.

So, watching Twilight was like getting a glimpse of my dream. I saw how vampires might have lived in a world of humans (if only they existed), and witnessed the awesomeness of vampires' powers(then again, only if they existed).

I don't exactly like the ending, though. But after reading about my childhood dream, you should understand why.

I mean, why, Edward, why?

I pity Bella. Poor girl.

Another thing I don't like about the movie is the makeup.

Edward and Carlisle (his father) had to powder their faces a horrid white and paint their lips a bloody red (ironic, right?). I even found their makeup brands: SK-II Air Touch for foundation, M.A.C. blot powder for the paleness and Benefit Silky Finish for the lips. Oh, you know, just in case some guy wishes to look like a movie star vampire (unlikely).

The odd thing is that the other vampires don't have to wear the makeup. Emmett didn't, neither did the girls or the other group of vampires.

Anyway, now that I've caught this Twilight fever, I guess I might give the series a read, even if it's just to read about Bella's turning (which should have happened much earlier, in my opinion).

Brava, Steph, brava -- you managed to get me hooked.

Indonesia Part 1

2008-12-01T22:20:00.000-08:00

Hello people!

Yeah, I know, I've not been blogging for quite a long stretch of time. That's because I've been overseas (over the Straits of Malacca, actually) to Java, which is (in case you don't know) part of Indonesia. It's also partly because I've been procrastinating (fancy word for putting off, for those who don't speak England so well) since I arrived back.

And so, what better theme for this post than my trip to Java.

This trip for me wasn't all fun though.

I had a runny nose and a headache during the first half of the trip, which is extremely uncomfortable especially when suffering from motion sickness.

However, despite the discomfort, I still managed to enjoy myself.

Since my trip is just too long to cram into a single post, I shall attempt to illustrate the interesting details in my following posts, together with some pictures.

I shall talk about the first city which I visited in this post, but since the pictures have not yet been transfered to the computer, I'll have to make do without them.

1

I touched down in Bandung in the afternoon. A driver (or chauffeur) sent us to our pre-booked accomodation -- a charming but expensive hotel in the suburbs.

Oh, did I mention that it was expensive? A room for 2 is over RM100, which is a lot in Indonesia. (I had later asked one of the staff from another hotel about his salary, and he said it was only RM320!)

We stayed in Bandung for only 2 nights. I found out 1 thing though.

It is a shopping haven.

Things are CHEAP. Seriously CHEAP.

I bought a some shirts and T-shirts there. A T-shirt costed about RM12, but in Malaysia, it could have gone for RM24 or more. And for the shirts, it costed about RM40, but looked like it was worth RM70!

My uncle had followed us, and had declared that it was not safe for her daughter to visit Bandung: "After she starts earning her own money, then she can come!"

Besides shopping, there isn't much to see, so I also don't have much to say.

But if you're like my brother, who is an avid spender, Bandung is dangerous!

Don't say I didn't warn you!

Religion Woes

2008-11-12T21:38:00.000-08:00

This is a serious post and I write the following with great solemnity.

A few weeks ago, I went to my relative's house to visit. She is an aging Christian whom I respected and trusted. At one point during the visit, she pulled me aside. She had something she wanted to say to me. In private. And so I followed her to a couch.

She sat down facing me and said,

Do you believe in God?

And so I answered:

Yes.

Do you know the story of Jesus?

Yes. (Being not a strict Buddist, I had explored the other religions out of interest.)

Do you know why Jesus was sent down to Earth? You see, Jesus is God's son, but yet God loved us so much he was willing to sacrifice his son to save us from hell.
When all humans are born, they carry sin. This sin comes from their ancestors, who sinned a long time ago. But the sin doesn't wash off with time.
This sin prevents us from going to heaven. And you see, God loves us so much, he doesn't want us to go to hell. After all, he created us. And so, he sent down his son Jesus to cleanse us of our sin.

(I could only sit there and nod.)

God planned for Jesus to die, because he knew only then could Jesus' blood, which is untainted by sin, wash off our sin. 3 days later, Jesus rose from the dead to join his Father in heaven.
There is proof that he is the son of God. You can check his tomb, it's empty. But if you check Buddha's tomb or Muhammad's tomb, you will find bones. Why? Because Jesus rose from the dead but they didn't.

(I was stunned; I had not expected this from her.)

Have you ever heard of this book... The Big Word For Kids?

Yes, I've read it before. It's the children's version of the Bible, isn't it?

(She seemed taken aback.) Oh, your parents let you read it?

Yeah. I think you gave us about 10 copies a long time ago. We passed some around.

Well, remember what I said, okay?

Ya, thanks.

That conversation was ultra-freaky. Should it have come from one of my friends, I would have stopped the person halfway. But coming from a respected relative like that...

This has really changed my views on religion. I had no idea just how desparate poeple were nowadays. In her mind, she might be doing a good thing, but to me, she was just scary. And the worst part was how she didn't want my parents to find out about this. It showed in her behaviour.

I also think she got the 'Buddha' part wrong. Buddha never claimed to be God or anything like it. He just led a saintly life and encouraged other people to do the same.

And now, I have a headache.

WHAT TO WRITE???

2008-11-10T20:59:00.000-08:00

I'm lost for words.

Hip Hip... HUZZAH!!!

2008-11-06T05:47:00.000-08:00

And thus ends the exams.

No more stress, ulcers and scribbling on test papers.

Now is time to enjoy. The best time to enjoy -- just after the exam is over, and just before the results are out.

In a life full of highs and lows, it is important that we ride the peaks as fervently as we labour to get there.

But enough philosophising; let's celebrate!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

WAIT!!!

Obama would like to say something...

"I hereby order all students of Malaysia to chill out and not touch a single textbook until next year. Anyone found not relaxing shall be apprehended and locked in a room with a computer, Xbox, Playstation and tons of comic books. He shall be withheld until he has played 50 hours of games or read 100 issues of comics. We need change!"

Thank you, Obama.

Selamat Hari Raya!!!

2008-09-30T07:28:00.000-07:00

It's an occasion of happiness, not only for the Muslims, but also for all Malaysian students.

Why? WHY?!!!

Isn't it obvious?! We get 1 week of holiday!

Of course, there's more to that than just holidays...

The FOOD! I LOVE malay food.

I got my favourite laksam from the ramadan market. Not to mention the nasi dagang and sweet dadih. And my mom got her nasi kerabu and long-awaited roti jala.

sigh~

However, Hari Raya Puasa also marks the end of the shorter school periods, which means the usual 1 to 6.45 pm school sessions.

And I also felt we didn't frequent the ramadan markets frequently enough. We only went about 4 times. And I only got my laksam during 2 of the 4 trips.

2 ain't enough to last me another year, you know!

Here are some pics to give you an idea of the food which I sampled:

Dadih! My favourite dessert!

Oooooh! Laksam! Se-dap!

Nasi Dagang. With the kuah, best!

Nasi Kerabu, my parents' favourite. Too smelly for me!

Roti Jala. Usually very hard to come by.

Lastly, to all Muslims...

Hehe.

The 'One Big Mouthful of Word Pair Nonsense' Post

2008-09-26T08:38:00.000-07:00

Pn. Angie gave out a paper today supposedly written by Form 1 students.

It was about Word Pairs, that is, words that come in pairs, such as high and mighty, dark and stormy.

So, the entire dialogue contained a total of 9 word pairs, ranging from the perfect match of aid and abet, to the jarring stuff and nonsense.

Well, let's see if I can sprout more word pairs than that Form 1 student. Observe the following sentence(it is quite ridiculous).

"Let you and me waste no more time arguing this and that about the matter; any Tom, Dick and Harry can clean up that mess of odds and ends, you and I both know that; but it is your high and mighty attitude getting in the way again, and with your mind and soul constantly thinking of fun and frolic, on and on about entertainment: those fast and furious races aired on TV, with the cars speeding up and down the highways and byways, or the more sedate singing and dancing in those dramas, with the fair and lovely ladies waltzing with the tall, dark and handsome gentlemen, twisting and turning in the most graceful ways, with their nimble feet hopping and skipping to the rythym and beat of the music; honestly, no reason or rhyme can make you see that work is just part and parcel of life, and I have tried and tried to make you aware, but you seem almost deaf and mute when I speak to you, and your answers come out in pathetic dribs and drabs, going neither here nor there; well, I have two good books that might knock some sense into you -- both classics -- and written with style and flair: Pride and Prejudice and Sense and Sensibility, authored by Jane Austen, a master of words and wordplay; I believe that you will enjoy it very much, and love and cherish it forever and ever."

30 pairs. Quite a mouthful indeed. Over and out.

Fear

2008-09-20T08:05:00.000-07:00

Believe it or not, this dummy scares the crap out of me.

Yeah, sure, he looks friendly enough.

Not to me.

Actually, the blame is on R.L. Stine. Somebody tell the guy it ain't funny messing with people's fears.

It all started when I was very young. I went to a circus (I didn't realise how lucky I was then). The first circus performer I met was a guy on stilts. Brilliant. Then, I met a clown. That's when I started crying. But that was a long time ago, and I was still okay.

Then comes R.L. Stine with his Goosebumps series.

Honestly, books don't scare me. But shows do. I watched a Goosebumps episode, and it just happened to be the one based on Night of The Living Dummy. And so I watched on as the evil dummy attempted to kill its owner in every possible way.

I can't remember if I even slept that night.

And as a result, I have a morbid fear of both dummies and clowns. Just in case you're wondering, the fear of dummies is called Autonomatonophobia, and the fear of clowns is called Coulrophobia.

If you want an example of the dummies I have in mind, here are some:

The cover illustration of the very story that caused my fear.

This is why I don't watch Saw.

By the writers, producers and directors of Saw. Another show I wouldn't watch.

Just A Note

2008-09-05T07:36:00.000-07:00

The BEST inspirational book ever!

This book ROCKS!

Happy Birthday Malaysia

2008-08-31T08:49:00.000-07:00

Just like last year, SMKDJ celebrated National Day.

How?

Noisily. How else?

Below is a list of events that happened during the celebration (forgive me if the order is wrong):

1

The usual 'Negaraku' and the ikrar. Only thing different was the prayers -- done by En. Rosdi. (Random thought: Why aren't the prayers ever done by women?)

2

Speeches. Speeches. Speeches. ~~Zzz~~. It is at times like these that teachers are most challenged. How can anyone not yawn?

3

I survived the worst (or so I thought so). Then came the sajak. Three teachers, three races -- Ms Loke, Ms Sathya and Cik Norhafiza. I can safely say that we were all pretty much half-deaf by the end of the performance. Ms Loke and Ms Sathya's lafazing was OK, but Cik Norhafiza's was just ~~disturbin~~ ~~horrib~~ powerful, to put it nicely.

4

The fashion show I felt was 'plagiarised' from the one previously held by the library during MPS. But nevertheless, it was funny. And of course, Martin Wong was there.

5

I loved the sketch. LOVED it. It was history, but it was also funny. Hmmm... never thought I would use those 2 words in the same sentence. But then, with Daniel in it, what can go wrong?

6

Eardrum-shattering time. We sang the patriotic songs, each followed by the patriotic screams. The teachers weren't looking too happy about our open show of patriotism, I noticed. I had to agree too. I kept staring at the windows high up, waiting for it to shatter. It didn't. Fortunately for us, neither did Pn Wong's temper. She showed a magnificent display of self-discipline, and I could see her trying to avoid spoiling this celebration with a lecture.

7

En. Shalihin did the all-time-classic 'Merdeka!' shout. We followed him, drowning his voice with our shout. He did it quite a few times, probably trying to keep us from ending this shout with our favourite scream. It didn't work. I covered my ears.

After that, the teachers cut the cake (none for the students), we sang Happy Birthday, and we went back to class to pack up for the day. With patriotic hearts, deafened ears and hoarse voices, we left for home to enjoy the weekend.

What a day.

For Your Eyes Only

2008-08-29T21:58:00.000-07:00

I was surfing online, and I came across a few cool word illusions.

Read on if you have time to kill.

ILLUSION 1

Try saying aloud the colours of the words. Not easy, eh?

ILLUSION 2
Smoe of you mhigt hvae cmoe aroscs tihs brfoee. For the rset, it msut seem ptrety rabarkleme.

ILLUSION 3

Most people will read EVIL, but some will see the GOOD in life at the first time.

ILLUSION 4

At a glance, you will see LIFE. But look closely, and you'll find the letters are pretty unstable.

ILLUSION 5

Most people see ME, but through ME you'll see YOU.

ILLUSION 6

I love this one.

And now, my favourite...

ILLUSION 7

Try to count the number of Fs in the below sentence before scrolling down.

FINISHED FILES ARE THE RESULT OF YEARS OF SCIENTIFIC STUDY COMBINED WITH THE EXPERIENCE OF YEARS.

So...how many Fs did you manage to count? 3?

WRONG.

Recount it and you may find that there are actually 6 Fs. Only a handful of people will manage come by this answer at their 1st attempt. Why? This is because most people aren't able to process the word OF.

Pretty cool, huh?

This is for you.

2008-08-23T06:28:00.000-07:00

The following is for entertainment purposes only. Please do not attempt any of the following.

1st

Meet Fred.

Yeah. I know.

2nd

Meet Little Britain.

Typical british humour.

3rd

Meet Ennio Marchetto.

Yes, just in case you needed assurance, they are all the same guy.

Hope you enjoyed it.

Cheers.

Batman vs. Joker

2008-07-20T07:31:00.000-07:00

Wait, wait, wait.

Let's not start on that first, okay?

Rewind the clock to 2:30 p.m. Saturday, 19th July 2008, 8 days after my birthday.
Venue is The Curve.
Occasion -- Librarians' annual high tea.

I'm late. It started at 1 -- an hour and a half earlier. But it's okay, the food is still there. I waste no time getting my plate and filling it with the seafood pasta, then I try the kuih-muih, and I also had a generous serving of chocolate pudding, then I had...

Wait.
Am I boring you?

Fine, I'll skip to the part with the movie.

5:35 p.m. The movie starts. I'm still waiting in line, eager not to enter the cinema without the popcorn and coke.

5:40 p.m. I rush up the stairs, heading to the man collecting the tickets. I dig in my pocket and finally present the ticket to him. I run past him. I look around, disoriented. I eventually find the correct door. I walk in.

5:42 p.m. I turn around and walk out again. I forgot my seat number. Typical brilliant me.

5:44 p.m. I sink into my seat. I stare at the screen. Commercials. Commercials. Commercials.

5:48 p.m. The show starts. Batman vs. Joker.

WARNING: Spoiler ahead. So, for those of you who haven't watched the movie or doesn't want to read about it, I have done you a favour. If you wish to read the synopsis that follows, hightlight the "blank" between the start and end.

Start.
The show starts off with "jokers" robbing a bank. The aim -- to rob the mafia's money. Each think that "less men more share", so, like the idiots bank robbers are, they start killing each other one-by-one.

It's left with two more "jokers". One guy gets smart and tries to pull the trigger on the other guy. Well, you should know who the other guy is -- Joker.

To cut a long story short, Joker came out alive.

Then starts the horror.

2-and-a-half hours of pure genius.
WOW, WOW, WOW.

You've just got to watch it.
End.

The Magical Cure

2008-07-08T16:36:00.000-07:00

DISCLAIMER: this is NOT an ad.

There is this balm
a balm that cures all
it can be applied
in case you fall.

It is not asprin
it is not panadol
it works much better
than the rest of them all.

Its place at the top
cannot be denied
it is better than
all medicines combined.

Use it often
and you have much to gain
this magical cure
is the one and only

AAAARGH!

2008-06-19T06:16:00.000-07:00

QUADRUPLE tagged. Can you believe it???

Well, I guess I might as well get it over with, before I get Quintruple tagged or Sextuple tagged.

Here it goes...

1. What do you want the most now?
Truthfully, I would love to have gotten better marks in this exam. I would also love to have an Apple Mac.

2. Who is the person you trust most?
Myself. And even then, I only trust about 80% of what I tell myself.

3. Are you in love?
Yes. With a word game named Scrabble. If we break up, I'd start dating Code Breakers.

4. If you have a dream come true, what is it?
My beating Ben Yew in the first term exams!

5.Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?
It depends -- the stronger the storm, the brighter the rainbow. If you give me a drizzle, I look for a blur.

6. What's your goal(s) for this year?
To beat Ben Yew in the final exams, and my vocabulary expanding by 50%.

7. Do you believe in eternity?
In a way. The Earth may implode, the Solar System may collapse, but time wears on. I believe only abstract feelings are able to defy time, ending only if the memory fades.

8. Have you ever broken a person's heart that he/she wants to commit suicide?
No, and I surely hope I never. I absolutely go against suicide. I hope I did not break anyone's heart with that remark.

9. What feelings do you love most?
I love the feeling of being challenged. It gets my brain working, trying to find a riposte for that remark or action. But, more than that, I love the feeling of winning the challenge.

10.What are the requirements from your other half?
Which half? Top or bottom?

11.What kinds of feelings do you hate most?
Oh, loads. Among other things: pain, greed, discomfort, guilt, scorn, anger and the feeling of being called by Pn. Lee during Chinese.

12.Do you cherish every friendship of yours?
I try to. I hope my friends cherish it too.

13.What do you want to do in the future?
I want to score better marks. And I want to grow old (it beats dying young, right?).

14.What is the most important thing in your life?
My childhood. There's been ups and downs, but I've enjoyed it.

15.What did you feel last night?
I felt sleepy. Isn't that obvious?

16.Who do you hope to be always there for you?
My brother. I actually hope that it's my parents who will be there for me, but people don't live forever, so I'll settle for my little bro.

17.When do you think the world will end?
Well, I can't say for sure, but I do hope it ends long after I die. I really wouldn't want to witness Armageddon.

18.What will you do?
This is getting random. Please elaborate.

19.What do you think of the person who tagged you?
You mean persons. Liiyung -- a smart student who has scrabblephobia. Daniel -- a prefect who takes his work very seriously; greatly respected by most. Emily -- Pink Ranger's alternate identity. Rumoured to be having a crush on Ben Yew. Yi May -- also known as Aunty. Planet of origin unknown. Paints people's clothes for no reason.

20.What do you want to know right now?
Who burnt my school. I love my school, and therefore hate whoever burnt it.

Then, add 6 people in your list and list them out at the end of the post. Notify them in their chatbox that he/she has been tagged.

-Tim Sim

-Angeline

-Sha

-Yi Jing

-Lii

Let's Hear It For DJ!!!

2008-06-17T09:35:00.000-07:00

Yes, in case you are wondering, I did copy this from the Dynamitez's Cheer (may they win Cheer '08).

And guess what? I found a gem. A gem of an article.

Why is it a gem? Because Puan Koh Bee Lian (yes, the one who is widely despised by all afternoon sessions) blogged. Or rather, she responded to a blog.

To all Djians, you should read it. Here is the link.

In fact, I think it is really cool, the way Puan Koh stood up for Datin. This has changed not only my view on Datin, but also my view on Puan Koh.

Puan Koh, if you ever read this blog post, I hope you understand that I fully respect you and whatever views you might have, be it in the past, or in the future.

DJ, unite!

The Burgers I Got for FREE Through the Big Mac Chant Challenge...

2008-05-28T13:00:00.000-07:00

Oh...Dreadful Thailand

2008-05-28T08:38:00.000-07:00

Well, I have been to Amazing Thailand quite a few times.

In fact, so many times I believe I should get a Season Pass. For free.

But, every trip I go for is just getting worse (for me, that is. For my mom and the other ladies, I don't know. There's no understanding what goes on in a woman's mind).

And so, here I am, sitting in front of the computer screen, the timer ticking away, as I type these words. These expensive words. You wouldn't believe how long it takes to explain to the receptionist that I want to use the computer for only 1 hour, not 2. And even then -- as if my mood was not spoilt enough yet -- I have that enormous clock in front of me casually reminding me the short time I have left to use the computer. And don't get me started on the fee.

Well, I hope you guys (and gurls) are having a good time back home, while I have to haggle my way to a decent price for a pack cashew nuts my mom wants to buy. Just so you know, I do love haggling, except when it's against an elderly Thai lady who can only speak Hock Chew (which I vaguely understand) and insists on shoving more and more packets of cashew nuts into the bag.

Well...

It's going to be a LONG trip.

Sawasdeekap!

2008-05-25T06:21:00.001-07:00

Before I elaborate more, please note that I said Sawasdeekap, stressing on the kap. For those of you who do not know, kap is for guys, and ka is for gurls. I hope that on your next trip to Thailand, you won't have people thinking you an ah-gua.

It's very embarrassing when you get your genders mixed up. Trust me, I know.

Anyway, just in case you skipped the first part of this post, and is therefore utterly blank on what this post is all about, (or perhaps you're just extraordinarily dense) I am currently in Thailand.

Hence the greeting.

Well, I am obviously not blogging from home, so don't expect perfect posts.

Also, I have a strict time schedule I have to keep to.

You know how retail therapy is like. Shop till you drop.

Well, I'll probably be too busy wondering the over-crowded streets of Thailand, so my posts won't be too elaborate.

Lastly,
Kapkoonkap.
(It means "Thank you", for guys, of course.)

AAAARGH!!!

2008-05-22T08:10:00.001-07:00

I just read something that might make me have nightmares forever.

I read Scott's father's blog.

And, man, do I wish I had never done that.

To Shu Wen, Emily, Liiyung and other Scrabblers, I must give you a warning.

Visiting that site is toxic, and unless you want your brains to become mush and yourself to become floccinaucinihilipilificated, do not even think about it.

Let me give you a sneak preview about what horrors can be found in that site:

(i) You will find out that Scott is out-of-this-worldishly virtuosic when it comes to Scrabble (and his schoolwork, for that matter), and the person who finds him or herself facing Scott will be utterly consumed by his icy professionalism. I doubt he ever plays a Scrabble match for fun.

(ii) You will notice that his brother -- Sean -- is better than him. This should scare the living sh!t out of anybody even considering a match with him. By the way, Sean is world-rated No.2.
This here is a bloke you seriously don't want to mess around with.

(iii) You will be utterly astounded by Rob's (Scott's father's) nerve when it comes to insulting a certain school band and a certain Scrabble team. I pity the St. John's-ians. Mental note: Do not EVER have a Scrabble match at SMKDJ.

Well, for those of you who do not know who Scott Chung is, thank your god and lucky stars that you may have a good night's sleep not worrying when you might come face-to-face with the prodigy himself.

But, if you must see Rob's blog, please let it be known that I have tried all in my power to stop you. Hold your breath, and click..... HERE.

Last off, I just want to say...

Scott Chung, I want your brains!!!

Got The Exam Woes?

2008-05-21T19:42:00.000-07:00

I do.

For those Smarty-pants out there, they are probably not even sweating it. Don't pretend you don't know, Liiyung.

Well, after recieving my exam results, I needed something to cheer me up. Well, I found the exact thing I needed in a book of riddles.

Here's some lame jokes I found in the joke book...

Three Doctors are dicussing which types of patients they prefer. Doctor Watson says, ''I prefer librarians. All their organs are alphabetized.''

Doctor Fitzpatrick says, ''I prefer mathematicians. All their organs are numbered.''

Doctor Ahn says, ''I prefer lawyers. They are gutless, heartless, brainless, spineless, and their heads and rear ends are interchangeable.''

*

A blonde reports for her university final exam which consists of mainly true and false questions. She takes her seat in the examination hall, stares at the question papaer for five minutes, and then in a fit of inspiration takes her purse out, removes a coin and starts tossing the coin and marking the answer sheet -- heads as true and tails as false. Within 30 minutes she is all done, whereas the rest of the class is still working furiously.

Duing the last few minutes, she is seen desparately throwing the coin, swearing and sweating. The moderator, alarmed, approaches her and asks what is happening.

"I finished the exam in a half hour," she replies. "Now I'm rechecking my answers."

*

A blind guy on a bar stool shouts to the bartender, "Wanna hear a blonde joke?"

In a hushed voice, the guy next to him says, "Before you tell that joke, you should know something."

Our bartender IS blonde, the bouncer is blonde. I'm a 6' tall, 200 lb black belt. The guy sitting next to me is 6'2", weighs 225, and he's a rugby player. The fella to your right is 6'5" pushing 300 and he's a wrestler. Each one of US is blonde. Think about it, Mister. Do you still wanna tell that joke?"

The blind guy says, "Nah, not if I'm gonna have to explain it five times."

*

One day, while a blonde was out driving her car, she ran into a truck.

The truck's driver made her pull over into a parking lot and get out of the car.

He took a piece of chalk and drew a circle on the pavement. He told her to stand in the middle and not leave the circle.

Furious, he went over to her car and slashed the tires.

The blonde started laughing.

This made the man angrier so he smashed her windshield.

This time the blonde laughed even harder.

Livid, the man broke all her windows and keyed her car.

The blonde is now laughing hysterically, so the truck driver asks her what's so funny.

The blonde giggles and replies, "When you weren't looking, I stepped out of the circle three times!"

What next...ARMAGEDDON?

2008-05-17T07:38:00.000-07:00

WOW.

That's all I can say.

O.O

Well, those of you who have not heard the news, pay attention.

THURSDAY
A boy tries (or more accurately, threaten) to commit suicide. He stood on the 1st floor of Blok F and was shouting and crying. He was shouting to his girlfriend on the ground. He said he would jump if the girlfriend broke up with him. Girlfriend problem. Wait, allow me to rephrase this: Girlfriend = problem. But, fortunately, Pn. Wong and En. Rosdi stepped in and stopped this nonsense. Poor guy, hope he succeeds at his second attempt. At the girl, I mean.

FRIDAY
Well, it's Teacher's Day. And hell for the students. Luckily, a second option is available. Write a letter and the day is off for you. Well, I bloody wish I never wrote that letter. Up until now, I still ask myself the same question -- Why didn't I go to school on Friday?! The uneventful Teacher's Day Celebration turned out to be one HOT party! 2 classes in Blok E were found to be burned to nothing, tables and all. The BP curtains were singed and the afternoon session Teacher's room was also affected.

All, I can say is...

Congrats, Datin.

The Truth about My Name

2008-05-15T08:13:00.000-07:00

Here's something for you all to read:

My name is BLACK.

First impression -- darkish kinda name, very ominous.

But as you think deeper, black has a very vivid meaning, as some people call it the colour of sadness and sorrow. Black is a mourning colour, and holds with it the deepness and feeling of a thousand woes.

Some people condemn themselves to wearing black, mainly as a memory or gesture of respect to a departed relative. Through this, they let their inner pain and torture come free, the black they wear a symbol of inner suffering. Some people find this escape for their sorrows a blessing, as it relieves them of the pain knowing that people share it with him/her.

However, black is not always gloomy.

In art, op(optical) art is mainly using black and white. It creates strong contrast, making the work all the more appealing.

Black is also fashionable, as is any strong colour. Simple designs using geometric shapes are very appealing nowadays, and fierce hues give the dead garments life and energy. Vibrant tones, such as florescent yellow, orange and green need a more subdued colour to balance it out. The first choice? Black.

From the scientific point of view, black is the colour that absorbs and radiates heat the best. Many scientific experiments have come to a successful conclusion by utilising the unique properties of black. In other words, black is as invaluable to us as any other colour.

So, black is back.

By the way, I got my inspiration to write this from here.

Go MAJU!!!

2008-04-28T07:20:00.000-07:00

Maju won. How cool is that?!

I actually expected Unggul to beat MAJU, with the unique outfit (plain white collared T with purple tie & black pants) and the like. But, as I was later told, ironically, it was the outfit that caused victory to slip from their grasp. From what I can gather, house Ts are a must in the marching outfits. Of course, it was also partly due to the fact that they exceeded their time limit. Well, who's to blame?

Actually, I think they should blame Encik K. Unggul apparently got permission from En. K to use a different outfit during Sport's Day. But come Sport's Day, Datin gives a whole new horizon to things. Did En. K defend Unggul, arguing that they should not be pinalized for the outfit, since it was his own folly? NO. Did he even give a damn? I think NOT.

Let's have a look at another issue.

On the Friday before Sport's Day, he announced during the last raptai that MAJU was banned from using the drums during Sport's Day. Adsfgnsdhdsfkhask???!!! Then, he very smugly explains the reason behind his decision.

"Kalau mana-mana rumah sukan ingin menggunakan apa-apa alatan muzik atau barangan lain dalam perbarisan, rumah tersebut kenalah beritahu saya serta guru-guru rumah lain dulu. Barulah kami akan membuat keputusan sama ada untuk meluluskan atau membantah. Kamu tidak boleh pandai-pandai buat sendiri, tanpa memberitahu saya atau guru-guru yang lain. "

"Even the slightest advantage over any other house cannot be allowed. You have to notify me at the starting of the year so that I can notify the other houses. Then, they can make their decision whether they wish to also use the drums, then only it is fair."

Well, that was the longest and most fantastic piece of crap I have heard in years. If he cared to use his brain and just think it through for a while, he would notice that drums are the most quintessential prop used in marching. And I never thought there existed a person who could think of marching and not of drums at the same time. Jeez.

But, that's not the best part. With an even more smug look on his face (how he did it, I am clueless), he announced:

"Also, I believe that when the perbarisan is approaching the grand stand, the marching should be done in 3 by 10 arrangement. Do you agree, Berjaya?"

"Yes, sir."

(He skipped MAJU)

"Unggul?"

"Yes."

"Hebat?"

"Yes."

"Kesatria?"

"Yes."

"Then, I think the house who did it differently know their mistake. You cannot ubah the fixed peraturan just for creativity's sake."

For me, and I believe I speak for all of MAJU in this situation, it was as if a massive raincloud was blocking out the sun, and a fissure was opening up under our feet at that horrible instant.

But, the MAJU seniors assured us that they would sort things out, and try to get permission to use the drums. I felt better after that, but only slightly. Last minute changes are not good for anybody, except the other houses.

Well, they got the permission for the drums, and we performed during Sport's Day.

The rest is history.

Horrible Scrabble

2008-04-19T05:34:00.000-07:00

As the title suggests, I had a Scrabble competition.

In which I failed miserably. Really miserably.

Before I launch into the story, here's a prelude.

"Woke up...went to school...sent to SMK St. John's."

Then, I had 5 matches with students from other schools. Here's the results:

1st match- Won by +104 points. Good start...
2nd match- ...crashes down. Lost by -197 points. Ouch.
3rd match- Stinging subsides. Barely win by +19 points.
4th match- Can't call it a match. I didn't even play. Opponent didn't come so win by default.
5th match- Final match. No such thing as a sweet ending. Lost by -88 points.

Won 3/5 of 'em. Hoped for better...but such is life.

*sigh*

But I can consider myself lucky. Coz I didn't have to face SMK Seafield.

Based on research done by Janyxe, the first player of Seafield is Scott Chung, who just happens to be one of the top players -- INTERNATIONALLY. If you guys think I'm a nerd, you should see him in action. But I guess this match wasn't his turn to shine, since it was his teammates who got all the glory.

The records:
Chang Ching Yet -- Highest bingo (7 letter word) score
Word: DICINGS
Score: 113

Jagan -- Highest scoring match (I pity the opponent)
Score: 595

And yes, they're from Seafield, just in case you wondered.