Early in the morning I was greeted with a very tense atmosphere. I could smell something wrong. No, the dog did not fart. Rather I smelt gas. Apparently while I was happily sleeping in my cosy bed, my granma forgot that she had the gas stove on, and gas was seeping throughout the whole house. I woke up because it had reached my room, and I'm strangely sensitive to smells rather than when I'm awake for some reason. Anyways, my granma did not turn it on and walk away forgetting to light it, she just thought to herself to find a lighter. My mom smelt it first when she was outside and immediately came into the kitchen and turned it off. When my granma came down with the lighter, my mom scolded her for not minding the gas. Both of them had a rough past, so my mom says she doesn't feel the need to talk nicely to her mother anymore, and that she doesn't deserve the sympathy. Well, I kind of agree about the sympathy thing, we could have died, what's more, my dad was at work. Now, that woulden't be nice would it, not being able to blow up together as a family. What!? Don't tell me you woulden't want to experience definite doom without your family with you. Okay, that sounded twisted.
I'm kind of bored being at home. I would like to go to the beach again. The photo's you can find in my friendster profile. Don't really feel like posting it here. Maybe I shall call them all up again to go to the beach. Hmm. Kristine would be leaving for Kuching tomorrow though. What a loss of company. Geez, I'm so bored here. Why do I have to go to Kuching at the END of December? It's so near the start of Form 5. Come to think of it, SPM is starting to freak me out. Especially next year when I wanna join more clubs just for the sake of it. I'm worried.
Speaking of SPM, I recently met a new friend on Kawan-ster, or so he calls it, that got 10A1's and a B3 for his EST. Apparently he is very smart. Not to forget 'smart-assed'. Yes, and he constantly reads my blog. But I guess that's what makes him all the more intriguing. I don't often get to know people who belittle people younger than themselves, but I suppose he's different in a way. I woulden't want to put his Friendster profile here, as hope that he does not murder me in my sleep. Some of my best friends know that I do not like older guys. Any guys who are a year older than my friends and I, I do not freely accept as 'friend material'. Sorry to say that because Grace has a boyfriend whos Form 5, and Kristine too, whos apparently planning to break up with her beau. Lydia supposedly left hers a few weeks past, I'm not really sure. They're all fine and dandy, but during the recent beach trip, I reconsidered. I'm sure about is that I still don't like older guys any less. They're all the same. It's just my opinion. But what if you get a bf/gf after school, or when you're at least 18-19? Well, that I won't give a damn. At least we'll be old enough to know the difference between love and lust. Just saying. Age differences makes life complicated. If both partners have SPM the same time, they could study together. Now, what could be sweeter?
Hmm, what else, oh, I would like to go out. I'm deathly bored at home. I do not like staying at home. I don't. I suppose I should be using my free time now to prepare for next year's SPM. But Charlene, Sarah, and Kian Lik aren't. And they're super smart. I suppose Teo E.C. would be, but he's the studious type from the start. I'm not, sadly. I don't study much, that's probably why my marks are always average. Thank God for the english syllabus for Science and Maths subjects. Thank God. *sigh*
Oh yeah, whoever is reading this, try out Nelly Furtado's new song 'All Good Things'. The lyrics are really nice. And if you're dealing with heartbreak, I suppose this would be the song of the week. But what do I know, I don't even go out on a Friday night. But that will change! I shall invite my friends out to waste a day at the beach. I'm estatic already. Joy.
But what if they can't go out because of band?... Sh*t much. Sh*t sh*t sh*t.
30 November 2006
25 November 2006
Brown Waters, Bloody Sandflies, Scorching Sun, Great Company.
I guess that would pretty much summarize my whole day at the beach yesterday, with good friends makes great company, what can go wrong? Well, let me tell you, not very much.
Starting off the day was waking up in the morning to help my mom prepare the things I would be bring to Tanjung beach later on. It was kind of exciting knowing that my friends would actually be coming because I made the effort to call them the previous day. I would think it was last minute, but I coulden't wait for Kristine to supposedly arrange a get-together at Taman Awam. I coulden't stand the procrastination. And worse still was the fact that the band people, which makes up more than half our group was going to be hella busy the next few days because of the Hong Kong trip.
Anyways, I was the fourth to arrive as Belinda, Sarah and Grace were there already. Grace and Sarah helped me with the stuff and Belinda coulden't get the fire started. Luckily we didn't because we found out later that the charcoal would not be enough. What's more, that afternoon it was very windy. We were kind of stupid to try to get the fire started in an open pit instead of the closed one nearby. Was kind of silly when we decided to shift the coals because a larger group of Chung Hua students were already starting their fire. I think they would probably make barbeque jokes about us. "How many Josephians does it take to light a fire? -Apparently you can never have too many! HaHaHaHa~". -.-"
Moving on, the day was so much better than spending for a longer time at Parkson. There weren't any cinemas, fast food outlets, or cinemas, but it was still more fun than what we usually do, which was just walking around in circles in a shopping mall we go to everytime we want to go out. We're planning to go again, but I'm not sure when. The only people who coulden't come were Charlene, Sharon, and Qhadzrool. I called Charlene and Sharon, and Sharon cancelled last minute. Qhadzrool was in KL, so I guess I didn't need to try. Next to that, he keeps changing his phone number, so whatever.
My mom was asking why we only have 1 Malay friend in the group. I was wondering that too. It's not as if we're racist or whatever, that would be too extreme of an idea. Maybe it's because he's the only one that speaks english with us better than the others. We are mostly english speakers anyway.
Hmm, I think that's all I can say apart that the day was really fun. Sorry this post was kind of short. Kristine also said that my blog was boring and that people should read hers instead because she has pictures to boot. Like, WhAtEvEr Kristine. :P~
Starting off the day was waking up in the morning to help my mom prepare the things I would be bring to Tanjung beach later on. It was kind of exciting knowing that my friends would actually be coming because I made the effort to call them the previous day. I would think it was last minute, but I coulden't wait for Kristine to supposedly arrange a get-together at Taman Awam. I coulden't stand the procrastination. And worse still was the fact that the band people, which makes up more than half our group was going to be hella busy the next few days because of the Hong Kong trip.
Anyways, I was the fourth to arrive as Belinda, Sarah and Grace were there already. Grace and Sarah helped me with the stuff and Belinda coulden't get the fire started. Luckily we didn't because we found out later that the charcoal would not be enough. What's more, that afternoon it was very windy. We were kind of stupid to try to get the fire started in an open pit instead of the closed one nearby. Was kind of silly when we decided to shift the coals because a larger group of Chung Hua students were already starting their fire. I think they would probably make barbeque jokes about us. "How many Josephians does it take to light a fire? -Apparently you can never have too many! HaHaHaHa~". -.-"
Moving on, the day was so much better than spending for a longer time at Parkson. There weren't any cinemas, fast food outlets, or cinemas, but it was still more fun than what we usually do, which was just walking around in circles in a shopping mall we go to everytime we want to go out. We're planning to go again, but I'm not sure when. The only people who coulden't come were Charlene, Sharon, and Qhadzrool. I called Charlene and Sharon, and Sharon cancelled last minute. Qhadzrool was in KL, so I guess I didn't need to try. Next to that, he keeps changing his phone number, so whatever.
My mom was asking why we only have 1 Malay friend in the group. I was wondering that too. It's not as if we're racist or whatever, that would be too extreme of an idea. Maybe it's because he's the only one that speaks english with us better than the others. We are mostly english speakers anyway.
Hmm, I think that's all I can say apart that the day was really fun. Sorry this post was kind of short. Kristine also said that my blog was boring and that people should read hers instead because she has pictures to boot. Like, WhAtEvEr Kristine. :P~
21 November 2006
Cross The Line And *spfft* Goes Your Head.
Adults can be annoying, really. Oh sure, they provide you with food, shelter, clothing, transport to the mall, give you money when you wanna buy some pirated CDs. Sometimes, there are the days when you think you're just not in the mood, but if you tell them off, chances are, your luck just turned negative.
At times you wonder, 'Why do I even bother talking with them? They always end up thinking themselves right'. In fact, this is quite true, debating with your parents only have you ending up broke. They often use tactics like, comparing you with their friends' children, when only 1 or 2 are complete geniuses, while the others are just ignored because they're just average. Typical. But when we compare ourselves to other kids, they ignore this fact and say, 'We don't care about other kids, we're refering to YOU'. Nothing can be lamer can it? Oh, Sarah just experienced a webcam flash. You know, when a guy flashes his thingie when you least expect it? She didn't see it though, but she's now suffering severe 'omg-wtf-mcb-knsness'. Poor dear. I shall bake her some kick-ass cookies tomorrow. And I'm no baker.
Anyways, moving on, I would like to comment on holiday jobs. I doubt there would be any decent ones with desirable pay available this late in time. I just don't see the use in working 8 long hours for just RM15 or something like that. Please, I would prefer to work for RM5/hour. But I suppose if you're working with around 5-6 of your close friends, it woulden't be so bad. Afterall, we would work in school just as much without recieving a single cent. Another piece of info would be the fact Mr. Patrick Avon, the new teacher-in-charge of the prefects, says that in his reading experience(wow), he had read about there being a law about underage labour, a law stating that anyone under the age of 18 is not liable to recieve payment in cash for working. What the f*ck happened to voluntary work? I highly doubt kids who ARE put into child labour are even paid.
Into another topic, I am now distracted by the fact that something is happening in the game world, so I am closing this post abruptly for a reason as stupid as gaming. Thank you for reading, and if you hate the song of the week, then up yours because there a stop button on the damn player.
At times you wonder, 'Why do I even bother talking with them? They always end up thinking themselves right'. In fact, this is quite true, debating with your parents only have you ending up broke. They often use tactics like, comparing you with their friends' children, when only 1 or 2 are complete geniuses, while the others are just ignored because they're just average. Typical. But when we compare ourselves to other kids, they ignore this fact and say, 'We don't care about other kids, we're refering to YOU'. Nothing can be lamer can it? Oh, Sarah just experienced a webcam flash. You know, when a guy flashes his thingie when you least expect it? She didn't see it though, but she's now suffering severe 'omg-wtf-mcb-knsness'. Poor dear. I shall bake her some kick-ass cookies tomorrow. And I'm no baker.
Anyways, moving on, I would like to comment on holiday jobs. I doubt there would be any decent ones with desirable pay available this late in time. I just don't see the use in working 8 long hours for just RM15 or something like that. Please, I would prefer to work for RM5/hour. But I suppose if you're working with around 5-6 of your close friends, it woulden't be so bad. Afterall, we would work in school just as much without recieving a single cent. Another piece of info would be the fact Mr. Patrick Avon, the new teacher-in-charge of the prefects, says that in his reading experience(wow), he had read about there being a law about underage labour, a law stating that anyone under the age of 18 is not liable to recieve payment in cash for working. What the f*ck happened to voluntary work? I highly doubt kids who ARE put into child labour are even paid.
Into another topic, I am now distracted by the fact that something is happening in the game world, so I am closing this post abruptly for a reason as stupid as gaming. Thank you for reading, and if you hate the song of the week, then up yours because there a stop button on the damn player.
20 November 2006
Of Dead Birds And Heart Attacks.
HAHAHA !!
Father came back from work saying he nearly got another heart attack when another bird slammed itself into his office window. The windows are practically glass walls. Being on the top floor of the 3 storey office building, he often experiences these kinds of occurances. Poor birds. You wonder what they can do with their little brains apart from eat, sleep and f*ck. Seriously. You'd think they'd learn after their Uncle Bob or Aunty Mathilda doesn't wake up after slamming point blank onto a glass wall at 80km/h. I wonder how sparrows taste like. Just kidding. Stupid.
Anyways, I suppose that's pretty much all I can say for today.
Father came back from work saying he nearly got another heart attack when another bird slammed itself into his office window. The windows are practically glass walls. Being on the top floor of the 3 storey office building, he often experiences these kinds of occurances. Poor birds. You wonder what they can do with their little brains apart from eat, sleep and f*ck. Seriously. You'd think they'd learn after their Uncle Bob or Aunty Mathilda doesn't wake up after slamming point blank onto a glass wall at 80km/h. I wonder how sparrows taste like. Just kidding. Stupid.
Anyways, I suppose that's pretty much all I can say for today.
19 November 2006
Life (Caution: For Relief, Slash Wrist?)
I'm kind of dissapointed, with so many things at a time.
First would be the fact that the school year is over, and I have a month and a half to 'relax'. The problem is, I'm deathly bored. I don't have any idea as to how to entertain myself. But of course, there's the PS2, and the ever-trustworthy computer. Not quite. I'm thankful though, that I had recently bought the new Final Fantasy XII game, after waiting for quite some time. Bought it for RM 6, around RM2-3.50 more expensive than when you buy it from Chop Soon Seng from Boulevard Shopping Complex, but hey, considering the original price for the game, it's a helluva bargain.
Hmm, I'd give the game an 8 out of 10, considering the walking speed of the main character is SO slow, and you know how RPGs are, always the running back and forth motive. Blah. Anyways, the graphics are amazing, the characters are unique, the voice-overs especially are quite good, especially the bunny-girl, Fran, who is a Vieran to be more specific. But I doubt you know what that is anyway. It's the bunny-people type race. Don't ask. They just look really tanned, have really long bunny ears, have nice hair, and wear metal pieces strung around their body to look like 'armor'. Pfft, looked like futuristic defensive undies to me. They didn't have little bunny tails though. Yes, 'aww'.
Moving on to the topic of life and wrist-slashing, I strongly advise you to take this message seriously. When in depression, do not go near the kitchen, there are knives, do not buy razors and keep them in your handbag or wallet, do not keep your problems to yourself, do not cry in a locked room, do not pretend that nothing is wrong. These days I'm hearing more and more of my friends, mostly online, that they have experienced depression. Almost all have said they have ever physically hurt themselves. This is not a nice thing to hear. I just don't know what is it about pressure that makes us feel so suicidal. I suppose when you don't believe in things like hell or heaven, it's nice to just fall asleep and never wake up.
I'm not saying that I wasn't suicidal before, it's happened to alot of us. Sometimes the reasons are as silly as not getting a new toy, or not being able to continue a relationship with a boyfriend/girlfriend because your parents tell you so. Heartbreak kills. In my case I had once thought I was going to lose everything. I shan't go into detail. The feeling of the inability to do anything because I was incapable was devastating. It was like all escape routes have been shut down or set ablaze and the fires were slowly creeping towards me. Thinking I would eventually get burnt, and with no chance of escape, where else can I turn. Life sends you your first suicidal attempt point blank.
Some people are just so lucky, they live in big houses, have nice imported cars, eat at restaurants whenever they want, take week-long vacations outside of Malaysia, spend on clothes and only wear them once or twice, buy new handphones monthly because the old one is 'out of fashion'. Some people.
Maybe when you read this you might think, 'Well, I'm not one of those people'. You might be right, but you still have things to get you by. You have parents that love you, even if sometimes they don't pay much attention, you have friends who care for you, even if you fight with them over the smallest things occasionally. Like rice, you don't appreciate it because you've had it your whole life. But behind each grain of rice is the effort put in by those farmers, sowing everyday, under the sun. Sometimes we need to be reminded about what we have, and forget for just a moment our troubles in life.
My friends, I wish I could tell you what I have experienced, but words cannot express what should be said. You can only experience it for yourself, and feel the pain, the confusion, the anger, the sadness. It crushes you inside to know you can't do anything while it's happening.
Oh no, I'm becoming emo. Thank god Grace and Robin are talking to me, or I would have turned into one of those bawling mess-ups. Anyway, I will try to write better next time. Sorry this post isn't as 'sexed-up' as the previous two, which is actually a good thing. For me anyway. Signing out.
First would be the fact that the school year is over, and I have a month and a half to 'relax'. The problem is, I'm deathly bored. I don't have any idea as to how to entertain myself. But of course, there's the PS2, and the ever-trustworthy computer. Not quite. I'm thankful though, that I had recently bought the new Final Fantasy XII game, after waiting for quite some time. Bought it for RM 6, around RM2-3.50 more expensive than when you buy it from Chop Soon Seng from Boulevard Shopping Complex, but hey, considering the original price for the game, it's a helluva bargain.
Hmm, I'd give the game an 8 out of 10, considering the walking speed of the main character is SO slow, and you know how RPGs are, always the running back and forth motive. Blah. Anyways, the graphics are amazing, the characters are unique, the voice-overs especially are quite good, especially the bunny-girl, Fran, who is a Vieran to be more specific. But I doubt you know what that is anyway. It's the bunny-people type race. Don't ask. They just look really tanned, have really long bunny ears, have nice hair, and wear metal pieces strung around their body to look like 'armor'. Pfft, looked like futuristic defensive undies to me. They didn't have little bunny tails though. Yes, 'aww'.
Moving on to the topic of life and wrist-slashing, I strongly advise you to take this message seriously. When in depression, do not go near the kitchen, there are knives, do not buy razors and keep them in your handbag or wallet, do not keep your problems to yourself, do not cry in a locked room, do not pretend that nothing is wrong. These days I'm hearing more and more of my friends, mostly online, that they have experienced depression. Almost all have said they have ever physically hurt themselves. This is not a nice thing to hear. I just don't know what is it about pressure that makes us feel so suicidal. I suppose when you don't believe in things like hell or heaven, it's nice to just fall asleep and never wake up.
I'm not saying that I wasn't suicidal before, it's happened to alot of us. Sometimes the reasons are as silly as not getting a new toy, or not being able to continue a relationship with a boyfriend/girlfriend because your parents tell you so. Heartbreak kills. In my case I had once thought I was going to lose everything. I shan't go into detail. The feeling of the inability to do anything because I was incapable was devastating. It was like all escape routes have been shut down or set ablaze and the fires were slowly creeping towards me. Thinking I would eventually get burnt, and with no chance of escape, where else can I turn. Life sends you your first suicidal attempt point blank.
Some people are just so lucky, they live in big houses, have nice imported cars, eat at restaurants whenever they want, take week-long vacations outside of Malaysia, spend on clothes and only wear them once or twice, buy new handphones monthly because the old one is 'out of fashion'. Some people.
Maybe when you read this you might think, 'Well, I'm not one of those people'. You might be right, but you still have things to get you by. You have parents that love you, even if sometimes they don't pay much attention, you have friends who care for you, even if you fight with them over the smallest things occasionally. Like rice, you don't appreciate it because you've had it your whole life. But behind each grain of rice is the effort put in by those farmers, sowing everyday, under the sun. Sometimes we need to be reminded about what we have, and forget for just a moment our troubles in life.
My friends, I wish I could tell you what I have experienced, but words cannot express what should be said. You can only experience it for yourself, and feel the pain, the confusion, the anger, the sadness. It crushes you inside to know you can't do anything while it's happening.
Oh no, I'm becoming emo. Thank god Grace and Robin are talking to me, or I would have turned into one of those bawling mess-ups. Anyway, I will try to write better next time. Sorry this post isn't as 'sexed-up' as the previous two, which is actually a good thing. For me anyway. Signing out.
13 November 2006
Oprah Moment, Take Two. *snap*
Before continuing on with the story of the 30 year old pervert, I shall elaborate about my night at the PTA dinner.
First off, a dinner consists of mainly food, which in Parkcity Everly's case, sucked. The food was horrible as expected. I am so glad we didn't host the prefect dinner there. Nothing was good the whole night, food-wise. We started with the usual hot and cold appetisers, it consisted of 3 types of food, jellyfish, scrambled egg and some defrosted meat product wrapped in mystery green sheets. To say the least, it was expected seeing as that we're paying RM 30 for a 5-6 course meal, of which I skipped 3 at least all because it was that bad. Later on, the group of us went out of the hall and went outside to get some 'nasi campur' after we heard a rumour that the band wasn't able to finish it off so people were welcome to eat it. Heh, we left the packing on the tables at the poolside, hoping the hotel people will find it and realise how bad their food is and fire the head chef, which is probably and old coot, seeing as that the food has been this way for quite some time.
Continuing the previous story, the partner 'Louis' spoke of was a tall, dark guy who was wearing a black shirt, like 'Louis', he smiled and winked at me. At that time I felt like running to the cucumber section and throwing some at the two, shouting, "F*ck this you perverts!!". But no, the commotion would generate problems. Also because my fuse was a little blown, I coulden't think straight. Never encountered this kind of problem anyway.
After that, I quickly ask my father if we needed to buy any yogurt, so as to escape the current situation, and also as an excuse. After picking out some yogurt cups, i went over to the imported juice section. Although I still love mango and only mango juice, doesn't hurt to try something new. I went through some juices like passionfruit and grapefruit, but not surprisingly, these normally unjuicy fruits had around 80%-90% of apple juice mixed in. But before I reached for guava, that pervert passed by again. My dad was nearby looking at the stacked noodles, and still unknowing of this perv. 'Louis' then asked if my dad was my dad, I confirmed. 'Louis' then asked if he was okay, then I asked what he meant by 'okay'. He made a grunting sound to supposingly express his father. Whatever, like I cared. So then, he said something about not picking grapefruit juice because he tried it before and thought that it was grape juice instead. Moron, grapefruit is an Americanized version of pamelo. Anyway, before he disappeared to the cashier counter, he reminded me again to call him. He also included saying that I didn't have to worry about phone credit as he would gladly reload it for me. Huh? First time someone voluntarily said he would reload my phone and it turns out to be him. I think I'll just ask my mum for them, thank you very much.
That was the last time I saw him anyway. And about his phone number, I actually kept it, just in case. No, I do not intend to call him for a one night stand when I feel like it, no, you f*cking retard. I thought to myself there would eventually be a police report on the guy, seeing as that he's so extroverted. Hmm, apart from that, Samuel's idea to prank call him with a public phone isn't such a bad idea too. Who knows if 'Louis' might get high as well. Eww.
So, if any of you are daring enough to contact the guy with the public phone, just ask the number from me in school, and let me be there to laugh histerically while you carry out the prank call. But please do not include your private details as I have stupidly done. We must take caution when dealing with a weirdo like him.
I think that's pretty much it. And if you're asking for the chocolate he gave me, I fed it to others in school. They enjoyed it very much, but it left a bitter taste for me. Anyways, thanks for reading, and take care when talking to strangers. If you don't feel confident in your speaking with them, kick them in the balls, it always works.
First off, a dinner consists of mainly food, which in Parkcity Everly's case, sucked. The food was horrible as expected. I am so glad we didn't host the prefect dinner there. Nothing was good the whole night, food-wise. We started with the usual hot and cold appetisers, it consisted of 3 types of food, jellyfish, scrambled egg and some defrosted meat product wrapped in mystery green sheets. To say the least, it was expected seeing as that we're paying RM 30 for a 5-6 course meal, of which I skipped 3 at least all because it was that bad. Later on, the group of us went out of the hall and went outside to get some 'nasi campur' after we heard a rumour that the band wasn't able to finish it off so people were welcome to eat it. Heh, we left the packing on the tables at the poolside, hoping the hotel people will find it and realise how bad their food is and fire the head chef, which is probably and old coot, seeing as that the food has been this way for quite some time.
Continuing the previous story, the partner 'Louis' spoke of was a tall, dark guy who was wearing a black shirt, like 'Louis', he smiled and winked at me. At that time I felt like running to the cucumber section and throwing some at the two, shouting, "F*ck this you perverts!!". But no, the commotion would generate problems. Also because my fuse was a little blown, I coulden't think straight. Never encountered this kind of problem anyway.
After that, I quickly ask my father if we needed to buy any yogurt, so as to escape the current situation, and also as an excuse. After picking out some yogurt cups, i went over to the imported juice section. Although I still love mango and only mango juice, doesn't hurt to try something new. I went through some juices like passionfruit and grapefruit, but not surprisingly, these normally unjuicy fruits had around 80%-90% of apple juice mixed in. But before I reached for guava, that pervert passed by again. My dad was nearby looking at the stacked noodles, and still unknowing of this perv. 'Louis' then asked if my dad was my dad, I confirmed. 'Louis' then asked if he was okay, then I asked what he meant by 'okay'. He made a grunting sound to supposingly express his father. Whatever, like I cared. So then, he said something about not picking grapefruit juice because he tried it before and thought that it was grape juice instead. Moron, grapefruit is an Americanized version of pamelo. Anyway, before he disappeared to the cashier counter, he reminded me again to call him. He also included saying that I didn't have to worry about phone credit as he would gladly reload it for me. Huh? First time someone voluntarily said he would reload my phone and it turns out to be him. I think I'll just ask my mum for them, thank you very much.
That was the last time I saw him anyway. And about his phone number, I actually kept it, just in case. No, I do not intend to call him for a one night stand when I feel like it, no, you f*cking retard. I thought to myself there would eventually be a police report on the guy, seeing as that he's so extroverted. Hmm, apart from that, Samuel's idea to prank call him with a public phone isn't such a bad idea too. Who knows if 'Louis' might get high as well. Eww.
So, if any of you are daring enough to contact the guy with the public phone, just ask the number from me in school, and let me be there to laugh histerically while you carry out the prank call. But please do not include your private details as I have stupidly done. We must take caution when dealing with a weirdo like him.
I think that's pretty much it. And if you're asking for the chocolate he gave me, I fed it to others in school. They enjoyed it very much, but it left a bitter taste for me. Anyways, thanks for reading, and take care when talking to strangers. If you don't feel confident in your speaking with them, kick them in the balls, it always works.
12 November 2006
My First Oprah Moment, And I Almost Crapped Myself.
Oh joy.
So, let me tell you about Oprah, she's black, a little plump, and she tells many stories. Happy stories, sad stories, and stupidly silly stories, like the girl in that Astro advertisement says. Well now, you might have watched some of her shows, and thought that those things she talks about would never happen to you. Like the hurricane Katrina incident. Hoo, like we would expect such things right? Sometimes there are stories about pedophiles, older men who are sexual predators to teens or even younger kids. I would think I'm not much of a catch, HaHa, but was I wrong.
It happened last night, it was a Saturday and I was at Sin Liang shopping for groceries with my dad. I just arrived and immediately rushed to the chocolate section. Now, I'm not much of a sweet tooth, much less a chocolate binger, but I'm a sucker for those mint flavoured ones. As I was browsing through, I was looking for the Cadbury chocolate bar with mint bits inside. That was when a middle-aged man came over and started to browse at the same spot I was. He looked very sportish but kind of short. He made eye contact with me and said 'sorry'. I replied with a slightly pissed, 'it's okay'. Then when I started to distance myself from the man, he suddenly asked me what flavour I liked, and that he was so happy that the chocolate bar with the many flavours inside came back. I was thinking to myself, like I f*cking care what you think, stop talking to me. But I just let out a faint 'oh, heh heh...'. Then he asked for my name, and I was dumb-founded. I told him, and he misheard and said, "Jonathan?". I thought to myself again thinking, oh sh*t, this guy is a maniac, so I confirmed him thinking my name was Jonathan. Right then when I thought he coulden't get any more over-friendly, he asked whether I was in Form 4 or 5, and what school I was from.
F*CK !!
Now I was b*tch scared of the freak. Why would you ask a person so much about his/her profile? Especially what school he/she was in. When I stupidly told him, he explained further that his name was Louis and was buying 'rations' for some 'boys' from SMK Lutong. Huh, you might now expect him to be a little gay. Hearing this, I asked him directly if he was a teacher at SMK Lutong, then he staggered and replied with a, 'something like that'. What kind of f*cking answer is that. Then he asked if I wanted him to buy me a bar of chocolate. I immediately said no, and that I don't really like chocolate. And he replied with an, it's fine, I don't mind buying you anything. I just turned away and hoped that he would forget it as I have, and f*cking leave me alone. But no, he called out to me again and said that he would buy me that Cadbury Snack thing. The one with the many flavours. No no no no no. I rejected it and said it's okay. Apparently he doesn't like his gifts to be rejected so he just bought it and passed it to me. Before he walked away to get some more stuff, he took a piece of paper from the cashier and started writing his phone number on it and put it in the plastic bag with the chocolate he bought me.
AUGH !!
He's expecting me to call him?! I don't even know the d*mn guy, much less call him. It was turning very freaky. So then I saw my father at the end of the aisle, and he asked who was it, and I said I didn't know. He wasn't very bothered until he saw that I had a bar of chocolate with me, which was already paid for. He asked if I had bought it, I said no, that weird man did. Then he took it lightly and let it pass. When I was about to walk to the cold drinks area, 'Louis', passed by carrying with him around 10 maggi instant bowl noodles, the big sized ones, and asked was I alone. I said I was with my father, hoping he would get the drift and start distancing himself. But out of sheer stupidity again, I asked if he needed any help with the noodles. After all, he did buy the chocolate earlier on. Then he said it was fine, and a tall and dark black-shirted guy came over to help him with some of it. Then 'Louis' said that the guy was his partner. Now, at the time I thought he meant partner in the 'camp' as in helper. After further thinking, I remembered another meaning for partner, and that it usually applied to gay couples. Hmm, I need to get ready for the St.Joseph PTA Dinner Night. I shall continue at the least by tonight after the dinner or tomorrow afternoon. So keep your pants on. And that's figuratively speaking. You're just as weird as that guy. Sheesh.
So, let me tell you about Oprah, she's black, a little plump, and she tells many stories. Happy stories, sad stories, and stupidly silly stories, like the girl in that Astro advertisement says. Well now, you might have watched some of her shows, and thought that those things she talks about would never happen to you. Like the hurricane Katrina incident. Hoo, like we would expect such things right? Sometimes there are stories about pedophiles, older men who are sexual predators to teens or even younger kids. I would think I'm not much of a catch, HaHa, but was I wrong.
It happened last night, it was a Saturday and I was at Sin Liang shopping for groceries with my dad. I just arrived and immediately rushed to the chocolate section. Now, I'm not much of a sweet tooth, much less a chocolate binger, but I'm a sucker for those mint flavoured ones. As I was browsing through, I was looking for the Cadbury chocolate bar with mint bits inside. That was when a middle-aged man came over and started to browse at the same spot I was. He looked very sportish but kind of short. He made eye contact with me and said 'sorry'. I replied with a slightly pissed, 'it's okay'. Then when I started to distance myself from the man, he suddenly asked me what flavour I liked, and that he was so happy that the chocolate bar with the many flavours inside came back. I was thinking to myself, like I f*cking care what you think, stop talking to me. But I just let out a faint 'oh, heh heh...'. Then he asked for my name, and I was dumb-founded. I told him, and he misheard and said, "Jonathan?". I thought to myself again thinking, oh sh*t, this guy is a maniac, so I confirmed him thinking my name was Jonathan. Right then when I thought he coulden't get any more over-friendly, he asked whether I was in Form 4 or 5, and what school I was from.
F*CK !!
Now I was b*tch scared of the freak. Why would you ask a person so much about his/her profile? Especially what school he/she was in. When I stupidly told him, he explained further that his name was Louis and was buying 'rations' for some 'boys' from SMK Lutong. Huh, you might now expect him to be a little gay. Hearing this, I asked him directly if he was a teacher at SMK Lutong, then he staggered and replied with a, 'something like that'. What kind of f*cking answer is that. Then he asked if I wanted him to buy me a bar of chocolate. I immediately said no, and that I don't really like chocolate. And he replied with an, it's fine, I don't mind buying you anything. I just turned away and hoped that he would forget it as I have, and f*cking leave me alone. But no, he called out to me again and said that he would buy me that Cadbury Snack thing. The one with the many flavours. No no no no no. I rejected it and said it's okay. Apparently he doesn't like his gifts to be rejected so he just bought it and passed it to me. Before he walked away to get some more stuff, he took a piece of paper from the cashier and started writing his phone number on it and put it in the plastic bag with the chocolate he bought me.
AUGH !!
He's expecting me to call him?! I don't even know the d*mn guy, much less call him. It was turning very freaky. So then I saw my father at the end of the aisle, and he asked who was it, and I said I didn't know. He wasn't very bothered until he saw that I had a bar of chocolate with me, which was already paid for. He asked if I had bought it, I said no, that weird man did. Then he took it lightly and let it pass. When I was about to walk to the cold drinks area, 'Louis', passed by carrying with him around 10 maggi instant bowl noodles, the big sized ones, and asked was I alone. I said I was with my father, hoping he would get the drift and start distancing himself. But out of sheer stupidity again, I asked if he needed any help with the noodles. After all, he did buy the chocolate earlier on. Then he said it was fine, and a tall and dark black-shirted guy came over to help him with some of it. Then 'Louis' said that the guy was his partner. Now, at the time I thought he meant partner in the 'camp' as in helper. After further thinking, I remembered another meaning for partner, and that it usually applied to gay couples. Hmm, I need to get ready for the St.Joseph PTA Dinner Night. I shall continue at the least by tonight after the dinner or tomorrow afternoon. So keep your pants on. And that's figuratively speaking. You're just as weird as that guy. Sheesh.
10 November 2006
Their Differences Make Them All The More Special.
Today was a nice day spent at Taman Awam. It was scorching hot I have to admit. But what happened earlier won't be a day to forget very soon.
It's Friday and the Leo Club was to carry out the barbecue outing with the Inclusive Class students. In short, a class of children with special needs. I will never use the word 'retarded' to describe them, neither have I used it before. The only people who are truly retarded are the ones who make fun of those who are different. No exception to who you are.
We started skewering fish balls, sausages, and chicken nuggets. Later on Miss Drina racked on the chicken wings on the wire mesh. The smoke was suffocating me. I was given the responcibility of buttering the barbecue items. Whee. It was hot. Anyway, the weather started to cool down, as some clouds started to gather in front of the sun. We cooked more food and then served them first to those kids, meaning the special guys. They enjoyed the sausages especially. Anyway, I took a break from buttering the food, and decided to pass around some of the sausages to the kids if they wanted any. When I asked a little girl if she wanted some, she just took a stick and said quietly, "xie xie". I could have sworn my heart melted, it was the sweetest thing I've witnessed for quite some time. I coulden't help smiling. Another girl just took a stick and looked up and gave another sweet smile. Although she had trouble with her hands, as it was distorted in some way, she managed to grasp her cup and the stick without dropping any of each. I suppose they aren't so different once you get to know them better.
The girls were sweet, but I can't say the same for the boys. They were very noisy and coulden't behave as well as the girls. I didn't like it very much, but I know that they can't control themselves properly. After the barbecue breakfast/lunch, Miss Pang instructed us to guide the kids to the waddling pool. It was on, and water was flowing, so thats a good thing, the water wasn't stagnant. I was afraid some of them would pee and the pool would get yellow. They looked like they had alot of fun. Some people even joined in even though they didn't bring spare clothing, like Kim How and Jsun Loong, they dragged some of the girls that came along too, after they got hit by the girls with water balloons.
In the end part, a birthday song was sung to celebrate one of the kid's birthday. Then Kristine asked me to play at the playground and when her mom came to pick her up, it was time for me to walk back home. It wasn't very far anyway. What's more, I needed a tan. Looking like tofu isn't appealing. On the way back home, I still thought about those kids, the way they say thank you, or when they smile even though they didn't know how to talk.
Sometimes, it makes you wonder, why God made them to be like this. But I suppose ignorance is bliss. It's best not to think about it, and try our best, to understand them better.
I should probably bring up about a trip to the Sunflower centre during the next prefect meeting.
It's Friday and the Leo Club was to carry out the barbecue outing with the Inclusive Class students. In short, a class of children with special needs. I will never use the word 'retarded' to describe them, neither have I used it before. The only people who are truly retarded are the ones who make fun of those who are different. No exception to who you are.
We started skewering fish balls, sausages, and chicken nuggets. Later on Miss Drina racked on the chicken wings on the wire mesh. The smoke was suffocating me. I was given the responcibility of buttering the barbecue items. Whee. It was hot. Anyway, the weather started to cool down, as some clouds started to gather in front of the sun. We cooked more food and then served them first to those kids, meaning the special guys. They enjoyed the sausages especially. Anyway, I took a break from buttering the food, and decided to pass around some of the sausages to the kids if they wanted any. When I asked a little girl if she wanted some, she just took a stick and said quietly, "xie xie". I could have sworn my heart melted, it was the sweetest thing I've witnessed for quite some time. I coulden't help smiling. Another girl just took a stick and looked up and gave another sweet smile. Although she had trouble with her hands, as it was distorted in some way, she managed to grasp her cup and the stick without dropping any of each. I suppose they aren't so different once you get to know them better.
The girls were sweet, but I can't say the same for the boys. They were very noisy and coulden't behave as well as the girls. I didn't like it very much, but I know that they can't control themselves properly. After the barbecue breakfast/lunch, Miss Pang instructed us to guide the kids to the waddling pool. It was on, and water was flowing, so thats a good thing, the water wasn't stagnant. I was afraid some of them would pee and the pool would get yellow. They looked like they had alot of fun. Some people even joined in even though they didn't bring spare clothing, like Kim How and Jsun Loong, they dragged some of the girls that came along too, after they got hit by the girls with water balloons.
In the end part, a birthday song was sung to celebrate one of the kid's birthday. Then Kristine asked me to play at the playground and when her mom came to pick her up, it was time for me to walk back home. It wasn't very far anyway. What's more, I needed a tan. Looking like tofu isn't appealing. On the way back home, I still thought about those kids, the way they say thank you, or when they smile even though they didn't know how to talk.
Sometimes, it makes you wonder, why God made them to be like this. But I suppose ignorance is bliss. It's best not to think about it, and try our best, to understand them better.
I should probably bring up about a trip to the Sunflower centre during the next prefect meeting.
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