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.
19 November 2006
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.
25 October 2006
The Next Time There's A Camp, Tell Me Money Is Involved.
I'm back after 2 days of that EME camp half of the group is going to. Hated it. Well, not really the whole thing, just the part with the bat crap smell. The rest is fine. If only that cave didn't smell so freaking bad, I woulden't be here anymore. The smell of airconditioned sterile air, ahh.
What else I didn't like was the body odour, at least in school, there were windows on both sides of the walls, over at the camp, there was only 1 side. When we came back from the Niah trip, I was like, "F*ck, thank God I called in the bus before ariving." The smell was horrible, seriously. No offence to those Green Road guys, who called themselves Greenies. I don't know why, but my nose picks up stronger smells than normal I guess. Call me a dog, but I'd prefer b*tch, I'm more used to it. Don't care if you use other names, the good thing about being in a group that I am, I don't feel for bad names. So you shoulden't use them either, save yourself a sentence in confession.
Continuing on with the camp, it started off fine, I thought we would be in charge of most things since we're the host, and we did have more to do. The only thing I really did not enjoy was the praise and worship. It wasn't my cup of tea. Why use 'cup of tea'? So I don't have to say 'hate'. I didn't like going to Sunday school, neither do I go for youth mass. My evening masses were quiet, peaceful and slow. That is how people are supposed to worship in the house of God. Not singing with lous clapping and jumping. No no no. Jesus on the Cross is hung in front of us, and we are jumping and clapping? I don't care how happy we should be because of the Assumption, we shoulden't be unecessarily jumping when we can sing just as well sitting down. There must be something about unappropriate conduct in the house of God. Take the Vatican for example, NONE of it's masses are done with overjoyed singing, I doubt they even have catchy hymns. I will try to find a show that shows a normal mass in Rome, and see if I can be proven wrong. It's not that I'm just a spoil sport, the point is that I feel it's not right. It's something about the Suffering that we should just keep as silent as possible.
The first day we had to play a game, of which my team was made up of mostly girls. They just stood on the sidelines the whole game. Wow, teamwork at motion yeah? They could have just tried to surround the main guy. No one would dare push over a girl. They would get a foul either way. Oh, I forgot to mention the game was called 'Captain Ball'. "Oh great, we going to play with the captain's balls". Oh joy. It was like basketball, with someone acting as the hoop, that is able to stretch itself to 'magically' capture the basketball. And then there were two guards at the bottom of the hoop to try to prevent the ball from reaching the 'hoop'. But enough of explaining the game. I sucked at catching the ball, the opponent's team 'hoop' was a super tall guy, and the girl's in the team were pretending to be flower pots, equals to a losing game. Whatever.
The trip to Niah Caves was supposed to be a 'fun and exciting' experience. It was only fun. Fun because I had friends around. Not exciting because I was pissed off with the f*cking bad smell. I thought it was just one section that had bat crap. No. The whole cave had bat crap. Except for the section with the water droplets. More about that later. When we arrived at the resting and registration area, it was hot as the weather can get. Thank God for hats. So we ate some lunch before departing to the forest path via small motorboat. The rice is always hard by the way, not used to it. Like eating unflavoured cocoa puffs. Bleh. Anyway, continuing on, the walk in the jungle pathway was hella long, thankfully it was a level path, meaning no ups and downs. There was a new cement pathway under construction, so before I say more, screw those who walk up the unbeaten path. Screw!!! Moving on, after much green trees and whatever you would except in a jungle, we reached a cave, which didn't really smell. Yet. I thought at first, this is the Niah Cave? It's so small. I was wrong. It was just entree for the real cave, which was terribly funky smelling. I tried to think to myself, "Oh, it smells like tom yam now" or "Oh my, I smell curry". Didn't work too well, no it did not, nope. Anyway, I'm listening to the voice of Dido now as I blog thinking it will make me forget about the smell. How? I don't know how, but it's working.
There was a few parts in the cave that I remember for specific reasons. One was the cave with a statue that looked like a woman praying, with folded hands. It had the features of a real human being, mouth, nose, eye inclination, so I was like, "Oh my God". One thing about it though, it looked like she was in pain, and melting. It was beautiful because of the fact it was an indentifiable image and that there was a ray of light directly shining on its face seeing as there was a hole on the roof. That was one of the best things I saw there. Another would be the one that looked like a screaming head. There were two in fact. But like the first, they looked like they were melting. Creepy sh*t right there. I forgot to mention, I also had to restrain my use of the word sh*t and replace it with crap, due to the adults who were very devoted 'churchers'. The word is self-explanatory. If you still don't get it, too bad for you.
Continuing on further into the bat-crap-cave, we reached the pathway that had no bat crap whatsoever. It wasn't a good thing I found out soon, because there was water dripping from the roof. The planks of wood were very slippery and smooth, causing many shoes to slip. What was more, the first one was the most slippery, and we had the f*cked up honour to finding out ourselves. Where are the signs? The thing I hated the most about it was that some of them didn't even have railings. I was like, "Sh*t, what are we supposed to do next, jump?" So, out of sheer fear of falling into the dark, neverending holes at the sides. What fun. NOT. The slippery road continued on for quiet a while, until we saw the light at the end of the tunnel. We were happy as a kid that got a new PSP. Well, not that happy, the fact that we were sweating buckets was enough to make us pissed again.
After resting and some stupid picture taking, remember that at that time I am still pissed, we got an announcement that we are going back. Hurrah. I saw a large gate below which I thought to be a shortcut back, thinking behind my head I thought, "We could have f*cking used a shortcut when there was a f*cking shorter pathway!? Whatever, it better be shorter than this sh*tty path." Alas, the Lady of Fate was not so forgiving. The guy with the haler announced, that we go back. And so, I saw people walking back the way we came in.
F*CK!!!!!
Oh joy. Another walk into the cave of wonders. Just fantasic. Right then I said to Samuel, "We're going back home." And he replied, "Yes we are." I shant go on about my fury in the cave walking back, because it would crash Blogspot due to the shear hate and anger towards all that is living and dead. As we reached the edge of the cave, we rested at some abandoned house. I could imagine why the occupants left. You should too, or you do not breathe. Then we continued on the jungle walk. On the trip back, I noticed that there were a few millipedes having intercourse on the moss covered railings. They had been at it for quite some time, even when I walked past an hour and a half ago. So rude, why can't they get a room?
Moments later, while walking with Samuel and Rick, a friendly but somewhat talkative guy from Greenroad, Kuching, we realised, the sky was getting dark. Oh no. Then I heard a flushing sound, getting louder and louder, coming towards us from the right side. And so, I looked up, like the idiot I am, and witnessed heavy rain, coming in a nice, straight line, rolling towards me. I got wet. So we walked as fast as we could to the jeti. Luckily along the way was a little shack, probably for some stupid, fat tourists to come rest and take pictures. We sat ourselves down and used up all the tissue I brought along. People started to arrive as well from the back. They were worried about their handphones. I wasn't. For all I care, I wished for mine to just konk out so I have a reason to buy a new one. So we just sat and waited for the rain to die down. It didn't very much, but at least Amelia Chia commented on how my good my fingernails look. Hmm.
After a few jokes cracked by Miss Annie, bless her, we joined her walking towards the jeti. She picked up a nicely shaped which she used as a hat. Fashionable and functionable, minus the fashionable part. We continued on walking till the jeti, and guess what, the sun started to shine. Shine very hot in fact. You could dry a fish at the time, but it would smell, so why bother. I tried to stay out of the sun as much as I can. Then the boat came to bring people over after the last trip. I know we weren't the first to arrive at the jeti, but screw the rest, I was wet, and I had a f*cking migraine. I just rushed to join Sarah, Chrispian, Paulina and Grace whom were waiting at the departure 'plank', Samuel too, we didn't care who was waiting. Yes, I am that kind of person. But only when I feel as uncomfortable as you would imagine I was. What was more, I was the last person that would be able to fit into the boat without it sinking. Praise the Lord? Just get me over to the other side and no one goes overboard.
I forgot to mention how rocky the boat was, now I know why people get sea-sick. I now also know that I have a phobia of being on a boat. Oh joy. But whatever, we just quickly walked towards the bus and sat ourselves down. We realised soon after that it was our bus. Why? Because 3 cockroaches, that was what they seemed to be, appeared crawling right under Paulina's shoe. We got freaked out so much we rushed out of the bus. Then we went to the other bus and settled ourselves there. Grace, Sarah, Sharon, Chrispian, Paulina and Jason were trying frantically to warn the others on the other bus about the cockroaches with sign language and lip reading. Due to the shine on the windows, the people on the other bus could no see us clearly. I just sat back thinking how dumb it was to ask people to come onto the bus since it was all ours. Miss Annie came in shortly after. It was fine with me.
I slept in the bus at a half-foetal position, facing the window upright. Felt so good being in the bus, where it didn't involve any bird or bat crap. All was good, but there was no signal yet to call out. It was at that time I decided to take a sleep. When we reached the town area, I immediately got a strong signal, and called my parents to pick me up because I have had enough. Really I did.
I didn't even bother to say bye to anyone, only Chrispian knew that I had packed up and gone home. I wonder if they hate me now. Oh well, the airconditioned bedroom which was mine could make me think of better things. Before going home, I went to a wedding of a cousin of mine. I was really tired, but I hogged down all the food I could get down my mouth. At the same time, I noticed why all my cousins had good features, but not the clothes to match them. My genes weren't as fortunate. I have sort of mata sepet which I get from my father and a high forehead and thin hair from my mother. No one is perfect I guess, but I hell woulden't mind being it.
Went home, and got to sleep right after dumping my dirty clothing to the wash basket and having a good, warm shower.
End of crap filled story. Thank you for reading.
Oh yes, Kristine's birthday is coming up, don't forget to wish her a Happy Birthday, or she'll do stuff to you that you don't want to know. Hmm.
What else I didn't like was the body odour, at least in school, there were windows on both sides of the walls, over at the camp, there was only 1 side. When we came back from the Niah trip, I was like, "F*ck, thank God I called in the bus before ariving." The smell was horrible, seriously. No offence to those Green Road guys, who called themselves Greenies. I don't know why, but my nose picks up stronger smells than normal I guess. Call me a dog, but I'd prefer b*tch, I'm more used to it. Don't care if you use other names, the good thing about being in a group that I am, I don't feel for bad names. So you shoulden't use them either, save yourself a sentence in confession.
Continuing on with the camp, it started off fine, I thought we would be in charge of most things since we're the host, and we did have more to do. The only thing I really did not enjoy was the praise and worship. It wasn't my cup of tea. Why use 'cup of tea'? So I don't have to say 'hate'. I didn't like going to Sunday school, neither do I go for youth mass. My evening masses were quiet, peaceful and slow. That is how people are supposed to worship in the house of God. Not singing with lous clapping and jumping. No no no. Jesus on the Cross is hung in front of us, and we are jumping and clapping? I don't care how happy we should be because of the Assumption, we shoulden't be unecessarily jumping when we can sing just as well sitting down. There must be something about unappropriate conduct in the house of God. Take the Vatican for example, NONE of it's masses are done with overjoyed singing, I doubt they even have catchy hymns. I will try to find a show that shows a normal mass in Rome, and see if I can be proven wrong. It's not that I'm just a spoil sport, the point is that I feel it's not right. It's something about the Suffering that we should just keep as silent as possible.
The first day we had to play a game, of which my team was made up of mostly girls. They just stood on the sidelines the whole game. Wow, teamwork at motion yeah? They could have just tried to surround the main guy. No one would dare push over a girl. They would get a foul either way. Oh, I forgot to mention the game was called 'Captain Ball'. "Oh great, we going to play with the captain's balls". Oh joy. It was like basketball, with someone acting as the hoop, that is able to stretch itself to 'magically' capture the basketball. And then there were two guards at the bottom of the hoop to try to prevent the ball from reaching the 'hoop'. But enough of explaining the game. I sucked at catching the ball, the opponent's team 'hoop' was a super tall guy, and the girl's in the team were pretending to be flower pots, equals to a losing game. Whatever.
The trip to Niah Caves was supposed to be a 'fun and exciting' experience. It was only fun. Fun because I had friends around. Not exciting because I was pissed off with the f*cking bad smell. I thought it was just one section that had bat crap. No. The whole cave had bat crap. Except for the section with the water droplets. More about that later. When we arrived at the resting and registration area, it was hot as the weather can get. Thank God for hats. So we ate some lunch before departing to the forest path via small motorboat. The rice is always hard by the way, not used to it. Like eating unflavoured cocoa puffs. Bleh. Anyway, continuing on, the walk in the jungle pathway was hella long, thankfully it was a level path, meaning no ups and downs. There was a new cement pathway under construction, so before I say more, screw those who walk up the unbeaten path. Screw!!! Moving on, after much green trees and whatever you would except in a jungle, we reached a cave, which didn't really smell. Yet. I thought at first, this is the Niah Cave? It's so small. I was wrong. It was just entree for the real cave, which was terribly funky smelling. I tried to think to myself, "Oh, it smells like tom yam now" or "Oh my, I smell curry". Didn't work too well, no it did not, nope. Anyway, I'm listening to the voice of Dido now as I blog thinking it will make me forget about the smell. How? I don't know how, but it's working.
There was a few parts in the cave that I remember for specific reasons. One was the cave with a statue that looked like a woman praying, with folded hands. It had the features of a real human being, mouth, nose, eye inclination, so I was like, "Oh my God". One thing about it though, it looked like she was in pain, and melting. It was beautiful because of the fact it was an indentifiable image and that there was a ray of light directly shining on its face seeing as there was a hole on the roof. That was one of the best things I saw there. Another would be the one that looked like a screaming head. There were two in fact. But like the first, they looked like they were melting. Creepy sh*t right there. I forgot to mention, I also had to restrain my use of the word sh*t and replace it with crap, due to the adults who were very devoted 'churchers'. The word is self-explanatory. If you still don't get it, too bad for you.
Continuing on further into the bat-crap-cave, we reached the pathway that had no bat crap whatsoever. It wasn't a good thing I found out soon, because there was water dripping from the roof. The planks of wood were very slippery and smooth, causing many shoes to slip. What was more, the first one was the most slippery, and we had the f*cked up honour to finding out ourselves. Where are the signs? The thing I hated the most about it was that some of them didn't even have railings. I was like, "Sh*t, what are we supposed to do next, jump?" So, out of sheer fear of falling into the dark, neverending holes at the sides. What fun. NOT. The slippery road continued on for quiet a while, until we saw the light at the end of the tunnel. We were happy as a kid that got a new PSP. Well, not that happy, the fact that we were sweating buckets was enough to make us pissed again.
After resting and some stupid picture taking, remember that at that time I am still pissed, we got an announcement that we are going back. Hurrah. I saw a large gate below which I thought to be a shortcut back, thinking behind my head I thought, "We could have f*cking used a shortcut when there was a f*cking shorter pathway!? Whatever, it better be shorter than this sh*tty path." Alas, the Lady of Fate was not so forgiving. The guy with the haler announced, that we go back. And so, I saw people walking back the way we came in.
F*CK!!!!!
Oh joy. Another walk into the cave of wonders. Just fantasic. Right then I said to Samuel, "We're going back home." And he replied, "Yes we are." I shant go on about my fury in the cave walking back, because it would crash Blogspot due to the shear hate and anger towards all that is living and dead. As we reached the edge of the cave, we rested at some abandoned house. I could imagine why the occupants left. You should too, or you do not breathe. Then we continued on the jungle walk. On the trip back, I noticed that there were a few millipedes having intercourse on the moss covered railings. They had been at it for quite some time, even when I walked past an hour and a half ago. So rude, why can't they get a room?
Moments later, while walking with Samuel and Rick, a friendly but somewhat talkative guy from Greenroad, Kuching, we realised, the sky was getting dark. Oh no. Then I heard a flushing sound, getting louder and louder, coming towards us from the right side. And so, I looked up, like the idiot I am, and witnessed heavy rain, coming in a nice, straight line, rolling towards me. I got wet. So we walked as fast as we could to the jeti. Luckily along the way was a little shack, probably for some stupid, fat tourists to come rest and take pictures. We sat ourselves down and used up all the tissue I brought along. People started to arrive as well from the back. They were worried about their handphones. I wasn't. For all I care, I wished for mine to just konk out so I have a reason to buy a new one. So we just sat and waited for the rain to die down. It didn't very much, but at least Amelia Chia commented on how my good my fingernails look. Hmm.
After a few jokes cracked by Miss Annie, bless her, we joined her walking towards the jeti. She picked up a nicely shaped which she used as a hat. Fashionable and functionable, minus the fashionable part. We continued on walking till the jeti, and guess what, the sun started to shine. Shine very hot in fact. You could dry a fish at the time, but it would smell, so why bother. I tried to stay out of the sun as much as I can. Then the boat came to bring people over after the last trip. I know we weren't the first to arrive at the jeti, but screw the rest, I was wet, and I had a f*cking migraine. I just rushed to join Sarah, Chrispian, Paulina and Grace whom were waiting at the departure 'plank', Samuel too, we didn't care who was waiting. Yes, I am that kind of person. But only when I feel as uncomfortable as you would imagine I was. What was more, I was the last person that would be able to fit into the boat without it sinking. Praise the Lord? Just get me over to the other side and no one goes overboard.
I forgot to mention how rocky the boat was, now I know why people get sea-sick. I now also know that I have a phobia of being on a boat. Oh joy. But whatever, we just quickly walked towards the bus and sat ourselves down. We realised soon after that it was our bus. Why? Because 3 cockroaches, that was what they seemed to be, appeared crawling right under Paulina's shoe. We got freaked out so much we rushed out of the bus. Then we went to the other bus and settled ourselves there. Grace, Sarah, Sharon, Chrispian, Paulina and Jason were trying frantically to warn the others on the other bus about the cockroaches with sign language and lip reading. Due to the shine on the windows, the people on the other bus could no see us clearly. I just sat back thinking how dumb it was to ask people to come onto the bus since it was all ours. Miss Annie came in shortly after. It was fine with me.
I slept in the bus at a half-foetal position, facing the window upright. Felt so good being in the bus, where it didn't involve any bird or bat crap. All was good, but there was no signal yet to call out. It was at that time I decided to take a sleep. When we reached the town area, I immediately got a strong signal, and called my parents to pick me up because I have had enough. Really I did.
I didn't even bother to say bye to anyone, only Chrispian knew that I had packed up and gone home. I wonder if they hate me now. Oh well, the airconditioned bedroom which was mine could make me think of better things. Before going home, I went to a wedding of a cousin of mine. I was really tired, but I hogged down all the food I could get down my mouth. At the same time, I noticed why all my cousins had good features, but not the clothes to match them. My genes weren't as fortunate. I have sort of mata sepet which I get from my father and a high forehead and thin hair from my mother. No one is perfect I guess, but I hell woulden't mind being it.
Went home, and got to sleep right after dumping my dirty clothing to the wash basket and having a good, warm shower.
End of crap filled story. Thank you for reading.
Oh yes, Kristine's birthday is coming up, don't forget to wish her a Happy Birthday, or she'll do stuff to you that you don't want to know. Hmm.
22 October 2006
Why Didn't I Just Say I Had a Psychiatrist's Appointment?
It's a good idea, considering what I'm trying to get out of.
Let's just do this quick, and by that I meant by blogging.
I'm kind of drowsy now, so I'll break this into numbering.
If my english is bad tonight, then f*ck you, at least you don't have to sleep knowing you have to leave the comfort of your house the next day.
Here goes...
1. Starting tomorrow, which is a Monday, I will be at the EME Camp, organized by our church as a gathering for all Catholics from around Sarawak to attend a few talks, eat together, share bathrooms, and sleep together in cramped rooms. YAY. F*CK.
2. I am feeling completely sadistic out of a sudden. My parents have influenced my negative thoughts on going. I am considering, but alas, it is too late to turn back, Miss Gan and Miss Annie will have my butt for sure. Oh, the regret I am feeling.
3. Actually, there is nothing much I want to add for 3.
4. Isn't 4 a bad luck number?
5. Five is good. Did I forget to mention, our prefect board hasn't started on the backdrop for the Majlis Anugerah Pelajar yet? Why? I'm so pissed at a few people right now, and I seldom even talk to them. This is not good. What's more, I would be too tired to go to the backdrop making thing.
6. I made a Friendster account. Just to meet a few special people. No, my friends are not those special people. I have, in literal terms, already met them. Hah, I bet they'll hate me for that. Anyway, maybe you can add me. Whichever you want, the link is at the... links corner.
7. Tired, not ready for tomorrow. If there are any seniors there and if they push us around, I will lose my top if I don't get enough sleep, which will happen of course. Why do I hate seniors so much? I don't. It's just some mentality I have after the KJD thing and after what happened at the canteen. Go figure. Although...
8. That night at the Leo Fellowship Night thing, which I was the photographer, and my arm is now hurting and stiff, Athena and Moh Lee Ling helped me bunches with the camera, and I'm so grateful to them, also thankful that this guy who called himself 'Apek', which was one of the best photographers before in St.Joe, he taught me alot on how to manage the camera, which I wasn't taught about earlier. Jon-neal and Kelvin Lim were good for laughs as well, Jon-neal had a really strange laugh though, I wonder if it was a sarcastic one or if he really laughs like that. Too bad he's not in our year. Actually, come to think of it, there are a few seniors that I wish were the same age and Form as I was. Why?
9. I have a really psychological problem with being friends with older people. Older as in 17-21. I have no idea why. It's just not right for me. You still wonder why, but, I still don't know either. It's worrying. I just hope it doesn't go on for too long. But unless people cant't change time, then screw that idea.
10. Ten is a nice number isn't it? It's so easy, ten. One and a zero. What the f*ck am I talking about? The aliens must be back to test my I.Q. level. They were ticked off the last time because my I.Q. tested a negative 3 after the last check up. One of them threatened to turn me into a Zphloarg the other day. I said I woulden't mind as long as I didn't have to go to school anymore. Then I remembered my mom was going to cook something nice the next day, and I broke it's giant head with my trusty handphone. Amazing what a titanium enforced casing can do to an alien skull. Hah, mess with me and I'll spill your brain guts, matey, arr. I'm pretending to be a pirate you moron. Laugh why don't you. Laugh!!!
Ten points in my life should be enough to keep you entertained. What? 2 weren't even written? Shut up. Appreciate that I took time to even write about how miserable my life is.
Hope you sleep well knowing I'm not.
Sh*t.
Let's just do this quick, and by that I meant by blogging.
I'm kind of drowsy now, so I'll break this into numbering.
If my english is bad tonight, then f*ck you, at least you don't have to sleep knowing you have to leave the comfort of your house the next day.
Here goes...
1. Starting tomorrow, which is a Monday, I will be at the EME Camp, organized by our church as a gathering for all Catholics from around Sarawak to attend a few talks, eat together, share bathrooms, and sleep together in cramped rooms. YAY. F*CK.
2. I am feeling completely sadistic out of a sudden. My parents have influenced my negative thoughts on going. I am considering, but alas, it is too late to turn back, Miss Gan and Miss Annie will have my butt for sure. Oh, the regret I am feeling.
3. Actually, there is nothing much I want to add for 3.
4. Isn't 4 a bad luck number?
5. Five is good. Did I forget to mention, our prefect board hasn't started on the backdrop for the Majlis Anugerah Pelajar yet? Why? I'm so pissed at a few people right now, and I seldom even talk to them. This is not good. What's more, I would be too tired to go to the backdrop making thing.
6. I made a Friendster account. Just to meet a few special people. No, my friends are not those special people. I have, in literal terms, already met them. Hah, I bet they'll hate me for that. Anyway, maybe you can add me. Whichever you want, the link is at the... links corner.
7. Tired, not ready for tomorrow. If there are any seniors there and if they push us around, I will lose my top if I don't get enough sleep, which will happen of course. Why do I hate seniors so much? I don't. It's just some mentality I have after the KJD thing and after what happened at the canteen. Go figure. Although...
8. That night at the Leo Fellowship Night thing, which I was the photographer, and my arm is now hurting and stiff, Athena and Moh Lee Ling helped me bunches with the camera, and I'm so grateful to them, also thankful that this guy who called himself 'Apek', which was one of the best photographers before in St.Joe, he taught me alot on how to manage the camera, which I wasn't taught about earlier. Jon-neal and Kelvin Lim were good for laughs as well, Jon-neal had a really strange laugh though, I wonder if it was a sarcastic one or if he really laughs like that. Too bad he's not in our year. Actually, come to think of it, there are a few seniors that I wish were the same age and Form as I was. Why?
9. I have a really psychological problem with being friends with older people. Older as in 17-21. I have no idea why. It's just not right for me. You still wonder why, but, I still don't know either. It's worrying. I just hope it doesn't go on for too long. But unless people cant't change time, then screw that idea.
10. Ten is a nice number isn't it? It's so easy, ten. One and a zero. What the f*ck am I talking about? The aliens must be back to test my I.Q. level. They were ticked off the last time because my I.Q. tested a negative 3 after the last check up. One of them threatened to turn me into a Zphloarg the other day. I said I woulden't mind as long as I didn't have to go to school anymore. Then I remembered my mom was going to cook something nice the next day, and I broke it's giant head with my trusty handphone. Amazing what a titanium enforced casing can do to an alien skull. Hah, mess with me and I'll spill your brain guts, matey, arr. I'm pretending to be a pirate you moron. Laugh why don't you. Laugh!!!
Ten points in my life should be enough to keep you entertained. What? 2 weren't even written? Shut up. Appreciate that I took time to even write about how miserable my life is.
Hope you sleep well knowing I'm not.
Sh*t.
20 October 2006
If You Could Squeeze A Cow's Teets...
...You would get milk. Duh.
Horny moron. Anyway, thanks for reading again. If you're a junior or senior, who cares, all I know is I have more visitors than I know. If you're thinking I'm just perasaning, then why are you reading of all people, idiot. HaHaHa~ PwNdEd NoOb.
Hmm, first off is that I hope the song I put for this stretch of blog posts won't bother you. If it does, there's always a stop button. Duh.
Okay, one thing I wanna write about is the dissappearance of Mdm Jenny. Like, shit, now that she's gone, the samseng bastards are now getting more daring. And who wants that? Well, I've heard, along with Chrispian when he was walking with me to have lunch one day, that she has some family trouble. It's really bad, and I can understand why she left. I'm not going to say anymore than I should. Why not? Well, let's just say her spouse had been a total idiot. It's bad enough she get's stressed in school, and when she get's home she get's no rest even after school hours. Feel so sorry for her. But how can we help? We're just students. And we have no idea where she's living at right now. She's just not in Sarawak, that's all I would say.
Aside from our loss, Patrick Avon from the afternoon session is in charge of us now. Just great. I don't even feel we can share secrets with him, he's such a big mouth in my opinion. He'll definitely bocor some stuff out when he's talking with some teachers or some of the samsengs. Shit.
Of to lighter subjects, I saw Florence and Adeline the other day at Pustaka. They look so much like when I last saw them in Primary 6. Oh, those days. I miss Sri Mawar, careless days of running around. Talking 1 on 1 with a friend while playing the the swinging tire thing. Oh my, such memories. Now they're all gone just because I came to St. Joseph and they are all spread out between Chung Hua and St. Co. BLAH. The Florence I'm talking about is Joel's girlfriend for your info. Adeline I don't think any of you know. Anyway, I heard that all my ex-classmates turned into prefects too in Chung Hua, only one didn't, Daryll I think. He's really naughty anyway. One of them even said that their prefect board was supposedly the worse among all the previous years of prefects. How ironic, because St. Co and our school's seniors think the same of us. HaHaHa. Horse-year-borns are so rockin'.
Why did I say that? Well, I'll point out some facts. Our year was the first to use English as a base for Science subjects, our blazers this year are so much different in terms of material and cutting compared to the previous years, our pants are the same colour too, our nametags are gold, our syllabus was easier compared to the year after us (Form 3, 2006) but our PMR was so much more challenging than theirs, blah, we also had an easier Kem Jaya Diri, our teacher-in-charge is none other than Mdm Jenny, and we have more opportunities to do what we want. Although, our prefect board is rather small because we don't have student council this year. So the spotchecks are kind of tough. Actually, there are bad sides to being born in 1990, but I won't say them because we're still too cool to be unfortunate. MwaHaHaHa.
What else... Oh yes, exams going to start again the week after the Hari Raya holidays. And I'll be joining some Christian camp thing starting next Monday. Oh joy. Blah. Apart from that, I guess I'm out of things to say. Oh, and that I'll be going to this Leo dinner tomorrow night. Hmph, I don't really want to go. But I guess I need to show myself doing something. I think I'll be a photographer too. Oh joy.
Just remembered, today in photography club meeting the new AJK was announced. Sadly, to me, I did not get a post. Although I wanted one, but whatever, seniors picked, and we all know how I 'love' them seniors. Just gotta 'love' them. I mean, if Mdm Liew would just take the liberty of choosing herself, I think the results would be different. The highboard should be all prefects in my opinion. Not that Nelson doesn't deserve head photographer, I guess they elected him because he shows up with the camera the most. And that Lee Sin Yee probably said the photos I take are screwy. There was one time she showed me some 6 photos that were taken during some chinese singing competition earlier in the year. They were so sucky, the photos were shifted to the excess left. And what's even more sh*tty, she blamed me for taking such stupid photos. Damn... I didn't even COME for the stupid competition. And she says it's ME. My previous photos were fine for her info. I bet she didn't even believe me. Whatever. If Nelson can deal with it, then he'll deal with it. Life doesn't want to give me a break. So screw it.
That's pretty much all. I'm kind of groggy again. Maybe it's time for my afternoon nap. Huh, why does it keep coming to me at the same time? Weird. Until next time, weirdos, don't forget to wash your hands after licking the windows.
Horny moron. Anyway, thanks for reading again. If you're a junior or senior, who cares, all I know is I have more visitors than I know. If you're thinking I'm just perasaning, then why are you reading of all people, idiot. HaHaHa~ PwNdEd NoOb.
Hmm, first off is that I hope the song I put for this stretch of blog posts won't bother you. If it does, there's always a stop button. Duh.
Okay, one thing I wanna write about is the dissappearance of Mdm Jenny. Like, shit, now that she's gone, the samseng bastards are now getting more daring. And who wants that? Well, I've heard, along with Chrispian when he was walking with me to have lunch one day, that she has some family trouble. It's really bad, and I can understand why she left. I'm not going to say anymore than I should. Why not? Well, let's just say her spouse had been a total idiot. It's bad enough she get's stressed in school, and when she get's home she get's no rest even after school hours. Feel so sorry for her. But how can we help? We're just students. And we have no idea where she's living at right now. She's just not in Sarawak, that's all I would say.
Aside from our loss, Patrick Avon from the afternoon session is in charge of us now. Just great. I don't even feel we can share secrets with him, he's such a big mouth in my opinion. He'll definitely bocor some stuff out when he's talking with some teachers or some of the samsengs. Shit.
Of to lighter subjects, I saw Florence and Adeline the other day at Pustaka. They look so much like when I last saw them in Primary 6. Oh, those days. I miss Sri Mawar, careless days of running around. Talking 1 on 1 with a friend while playing the the swinging tire thing. Oh my, such memories. Now they're all gone just because I came to St. Joseph and they are all spread out between Chung Hua and St. Co. BLAH. The Florence I'm talking about is Joel's girlfriend for your info. Adeline I don't think any of you know. Anyway, I heard that all my ex-classmates turned into prefects too in Chung Hua, only one didn't, Daryll I think. He's really naughty anyway. One of them even said that their prefect board was supposedly the worse among all the previous years of prefects. How ironic, because St. Co and our school's seniors think the same of us. HaHaHa. Horse-year-borns are so rockin'.
Why did I say that? Well, I'll point out some facts. Our year was the first to use English as a base for Science subjects, our blazers this year are so much different in terms of material and cutting compared to the previous years, our pants are the same colour too, our nametags are gold, our syllabus was easier compared to the year after us (Form 3, 2006) but our PMR was so much more challenging than theirs, blah, we also had an easier Kem Jaya Diri, our teacher-in-charge is none other than Mdm Jenny, and we have more opportunities to do what we want. Although, our prefect board is rather small because we don't have student council this year. So the spotchecks are kind of tough. Actually, there are bad sides to being born in 1990, but I won't say them because we're still too cool to be unfortunate. MwaHaHaHa.
What else... Oh yes, exams going to start again the week after the Hari Raya holidays. And I'll be joining some Christian camp thing starting next Monday. Oh joy. Blah. Apart from that, I guess I'm out of things to say. Oh, and that I'll be going to this Leo dinner tomorrow night. Hmph, I don't really want to go. But I guess I need to show myself doing something. I think I'll be a photographer too. Oh joy.
Just remembered, today in photography club meeting the new AJK was announced. Sadly, to me, I did not get a post. Although I wanted one, but whatever, seniors picked, and we all know how I 'love' them seniors. Just gotta 'love' them. I mean, if Mdm Liew would just take the liberty of choosing herself, I think the results would be different. The highboard should be all prefects in my opinion. Not that Nelson doesn't deserve head photographer, I guess they elected him because he shows up with the camera the most. And that Lee Sin Yee probably said the photos I take are screwy. There was one time she showed me some 6 photos that were taken during some chinese singing competition earlier in the year. They were so sucky, the photos were shifted to the excess left. And what's even more sh*tty, she blamed me for taking such stupid photos. Damn... I didn't even COME for the stupid competition. And she says it's ME. My previous photos were fine for her info. I bet she didn't even believe me. Whatever. If Nelson can deal with it, then he'll deal with it. Life doesn't want to give me a break. So screw it.
That's pretty much all. I'm kind of groggy again. Maybe it's time for my afternoon nap. Huh, why does it keep coming to me at the same time? Weird. Until next time, weirdos, don't forget to wash your hands after licking the windows.
14 October 2006
Take Exams, But Don't Forget The Prozac.
It's Saturday, a day after the addmaths exam yesterday. Biology was the first of the papers. I think I did okay, just so-so, don't think I'll get an A or anything. I'll be happy to get a decent B for all I care. It's strange, when an average achiever like me gets an A score, I go all high and such(high as in proud you pervert). But alas, my only A is in EST, which is the only subject that I can get an A these days. Not even my english could secure an A, damn literature is bringing me down. Bah. Anyways, yes, I will study this time, and I shall use my time accordingly and responcilbly. Like HELL NO. It must be the pills. What pills? I didn't say anything. No no no. No pills. Uh uh. Stop judging me!! Aaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!
On a lighter note, I guess that you reap what you sow. Meaning you get what you pay for. Or rather get what you work hard for. If you don't get that, well, you're better off selling handphones on a cornershop or Servay. Moron.
By the way, the seating plan during the addmaths test, which was in the hall for your info, was screwed. Why? Because I am literally the one whos sitting NEAREST to the toilets. And the girls' toilets for that matter. Everytime a gust of wind wisps by, you can very damn well expect the stench of month-old unflushed shit. Yes, shit and piss. Did I mention coagulation blood patches too? I was told by a few friends who are users as well that some bitches often leave used 'pads' on the lavatory walls. What retard would do that? Talk about P.O.S.H(Piece Of SHit). Hmmph, we all know who's going to hell don't we?
So yeah, Jenny is sitting right behind me, Julia on my right, Ko to my diagonal right. I hope that a little of Jenny's genius aura would be sprinkled on me >_<. I SO need it desperately. Hmm, I should be studying actually. What I like about this semester's exam paper arrangement is that the Chemistry paper is going to be held only after Hari Raya, which is a week away from school. Halelujah(angels singing with bad pitching)~. I suppose I'll have enough time to cover all chapters? Yes yes, I will have time, definitely. There's something that worries me too, the Anugerah Cemerlang Pelajar or somewhat is going to be held right after our exams I estimate. And we have to prepare DURING our exams. Oh shit. But thank god, I have Bong Chew Rou as my partner and only two of us are in charge of publicity. She should be very easy to work with. But why only two? What I'm hoping is that the job is light and all we have to do is call out to the students that are going to recieve the awards. Easy enough. Am I going to recieve any awards myself? Doubt it. All I heard was that I will be getting one for EST I think. But last semester Sharon got the highest. I wonder if they take the average of 3 semesters. But if I don't get it, hmm, what the hell, doesn't matter does it? *sniff*
I actually hope to be a dermotologist when I grow up really, I think I said that on my previous post. Not only do I get to mess with creams, I get to work on pretty models! Whee. Hmm, but a dream is just a dream, nothing more, nothing less. Hopefully it comes true, but the money is already the first problem. And it's not a very light one. I hope to be able to study overseas, but leaving my parents behind will be quite painful. But I guess we all have to grow up someday, right? The point about this is that I don't need addmaths or physics for that matter. I need biology and chemistry and a tickle of EST. Yes yes, that's all. I'll leave the calculation to some other idiot who finds numbers fun. Duh. It's no as if I have to log10 the stupid face cleanser or find the linear differentiation whatever crap to get a freaking blemish remover. Damn.
I think I'm done. For now, I'll study. Later on, once I'm certain I don't need it anymore, damn the education system for putting all that nonsense in my head. We should be like more developed countries. We can CHOOSE the subjects we want to learn. Any mistake in what we choose is our personal loss. We are smarter for god sake, we don't need the freaking government to tell us what we need to be. I mean, if we become doctors, do we need addmaths? If we become architects, do we need biology? I suppose the conservation of the ecosystem in the biology syllabus does apply to land development. But there has to be that kind of thing later on in uni. Why can't we just choose what we want to learn. I want to learn Japanese like Joan but do we have the option? NO~. I want to learn basic Chinese, but are there any personal teachers available? NO~. Our cars and possessions are constantly being stolen and the government is pushing us to learn literature? WHY?! Eventually all historical poetry will be ununderstandable in the future. Books are good enough for goodness sake. I'll admit, some old stories and poems are amazing and touch the heart. But how does Romeo and Juliet apply to real life? Kill yourself because you're deeply in love with someone? No, you simply try to get therapy, pull yourself up, and show that person you are strong and they were the ones that made you strong. Killing yourself just because your husband or wife died doesn't mean you love them, it means you're just giving up. All this should be written down directly to those who think real love is when you're in heaven with your lover. What if they have kids? Should they kill them too so that the whole family would be in heaven too? Oh, what a good idea. Moron.
I think that's deep enough for now. I have to offline and pretend like I only spent 2 hours on the computer. Bah.
On a lighter note, I guess that you reap what you sow. Meaning you get what you pay for. Or rather get what you work hard for. If you don't get that, well, you're better off selling handphones on a cornershop or Servay. Moron.
By the way, the seating plan during the addmaths test, which was in the hall for your info, was screwed. Why? Because I am literally the one whos sitting NEAREST to the toilets. And the girls' toilets for that matter. Everytime a gust of wind wisps by, you can very damn well expect the stench of month-old unflushed shit. Yes, shit and piss. Did I mention coagulation blood patches too? I was told by a few friends who are users as well that some bitches often leave used 'pads' on the lavatory walls. What retard would do that? Talk about P.O.S.H(Piece Of SHit). Hmmph, we all know who's going to hell don't we?
So yeah, Jenny is sitting right behind me, Julia on my right, Ko to my diagonal right. I hope that a little of Jenny's genius aura would be sprinkled on me >_<. I SO need it desperately. Hmm, I should be studying actually. What I like about this semester's exam paper arrangement is that the Chemistry paper is going to be held only after Hari Raya, which is a week away from school. Halelujah(angels singing with bad pitching)~. I suppose I'll have enough time to cover all chapters? Yes yes, I will have time, definitely. There's something that worries me too, the Anugerah Cemerlang Pelajar or somewhat is going to be held right after our exams I estimate. And we have to prepare DURING our exams. Oh shit. But thank god, I have Bong Chew Rou as my partner and only two of us are in charge of publicity. She should be very easy to work with. But why only two? What I'm hoping is that the job is light and all we have to do is call out to the students that are going to recieve the awards. Easy enough. Am I going to recieve any awards myself? Doubt it. All I heard was that I will be getting one for EST I think. But last semester Sharon got the highest. I wonder if they take the average of 3 semesters. But if I don't get it, hmm, what the hell, doesn't matter does it? *sniff*
I actually hope to be a dermotologist when I grow up really, I think I said that on my previous post. Not only do I get to mess with creams, I get to work on pretty models! Whee. Hmm, but a dream is just a dream, nothing more, nothing less. Hopefully it comes true, but the money is already the first problem. And it's not a very light one. I hope to be able to study overseas, but leaving my parents behind will be quite painful. But I guess we all have to grow up someday, right? The point about this is that I don't need addmaths or physics for that matter. I need biology and chemistry and a tickle of EST. Yes yes, that's all. I'll leave the calculation to some other idiot who finds numbers fun. Duh. It's no as if I have to log10 the stupid face cleanser or find the linear differentiation whatever crap to get a freaking blemish remover. Damn.
I think I'm done. For now, I'll study. Later on, once I'm certain I don't need it anymore, damn the education system for putting all that nonsense in my head. We should be like more developed countries. We can CHOOSE the subjects we want to learn. Any mistake in what we choose is our personal loss. We are smarter for god sake, we don't need the freaking government to tell us what we need to be. I mean, if we become doctors, do we need addmaths? If we become architects, do we need biology? I suppose the conservation of the ecosystem in the biology syllabus does apply to land development. But there has to be that kind of thing later on in uni. Why can't we just choose what we want to learn. I want to learn Japanese like Joan but do we have the option? NO~. I want to learn basic Chinese, but are there any personal teachers available? NO~. Our cars and possessions are constantly being stolen and the government is pushing us to learn literature? WHY?! Eventually all historical poetry will be ununderstandable in the future. Books are good enough for goodness sake. I'll admit, some old stories and poems are amazing and touch the heart. But how does Romeo and Juliet apply to real life? Kill yourself because you're deeply in love with someone? No, you simply try to get therapy, pull yourself up, and show that person you are strong and they were the ones that made you strong. Killing yourself just because your husband or wife died doesn't mean you love them, it means you're just giving up. All this should be written down directly to those who think real love is when you're in heaven with your lover. What if they have kids? Should they kill them too so that the whole family would be in heaven too? Oh, what a good idea. Moron.
I think that's deep enough for now. I have to offline and pretend like I only spent 2 hours on the computer. Bah.
09 October 2006
Like An MTV Commercial, Noisy and Senseless.
Don't feel hurt, it's not about you. But if you did think so initially, get a grip you paranoid idiot. Not everything is about you. But even if it is, I won't tell you, HaHa. Anyway, I'm putting that line as my title because while I'm typing this, some f*cked teenagers living at the wooden houses nearby are playing with bumbu explosives. What are those? Well, from what I know, it's some traditional firework thingie involving some gunpowder packed inside an empty bamboo shoot. You light up a fuse and it causes the gunpowder to make a loud 'boom'. Right now I wish that some freak accident would occur and the bamboo is shattered into tiny splinters and puncture every one of those f*cking d*ckheads. My mom is sleepig for goodness sake. And I'm sure their mom is sleeping too. Damn inconsiderate *ssholes. What's even more surprising is that the baby that normally cries in the afternoon isn't even making a sound. Retarded baby I'd say.
Anyway, Sarah broke off half her toenail while swimming the day before Joan left for Brisbane. Sarah said that the whole thing came of just like that, half of it mind you. I forgot who else was beside be hearing that but I know I was definitely grossed out. Ugh. It must have hurt a hella lot. Actually, duh. So yeah, I doubt she would be wearing our school shoes anytime soon. Oh gosh, I just had an image of what a toe with half its toenail torn out. Oh yuck yuck yuck. Urgh. Bad image.
Hmm, I also think alot of people are starting to read this blog. >:3 Hee Hee Hee.
What else, oh, what else. Ah, I've just found out that the noise has stopped. My blogging powers are pwn. Other than that... I don't seem to remember what to write actually. Just that tomorrow is another 2 periods of Addmaths. Oh god. I'm so not going to be an engineer. Or an architect. Wait, architecture isn't so bad. No no, the counting and the perfect perpendicular parallel lines, it's just too much, I would erase a large gapping hole everytime a line isn't straight by the time I'm done with a toilet extension. I was thinking dermotology. Study of skin I think. Isn't so bad if you ask me. For once I hope to make something that has quick effects. Ignoring the fact that what I make may hurt while in use, as long as the effects are long lasting. MuaHaHa. Acne will be my main enemy. And acnefied teenagers everywhere will buy my product and I will make tonnes of money and buy an ice-cream making machine. Shut up, ice-cream is good. Hmm, I actually think pimples are good. They seem to happen on skinny people more often. Maybe the puss inside is actually broken down fat molecules. Hmm. So I'll probably make a pimple inducer for people to lose weight and then pimple reducer for those who umm, urm, have pimples? NyaHaHa. You would wish I got pimples too for what nasty things I say, but hey, hang in there sunshine, they'll disappear. Umm, eventually. Yes, eventually.
Mmph... I want Fcukling to add me on MSN... I so want to chat with her. Bah.
I'm kind of bored right now. Hmm.
Anyway, Sarah broke off half her toenail while swimming the day before Joan left for Brisbane. Sarah said that the whole thing came of just like that, half of it mind you. I forgot who else was beside be hearing that but I know I was definitely grossed out. Ugh. It must have hurt a hella lot. Actually, duh. So yeah, I doubt she would be wearing our school shoes anytime soon. Oh gosh, I just had an image of what a toe with half its toenail torn out. Oh yuck yuck yuck. Urgh. Bad image.
Hmm, I also think alot of people are starting to read this blog. >:3 Hee Hee Hee.
What else, oh, what else. Ah, I've just found out that the noise has stopped. My blogging powers are pwn. Other than that... I don't seem to remember what to write actually. Just that tomorrow is another 2 periods of Addmaths. Oh god. I'm so not going to be an engineer. Or an architect. Wait, architecture isn't so bad. No no, the counting and the perfect perpendicular parallel lines, it's just too much, I would erase a large gapping hole everytime a line isn't straight by the time I'm done with a toilet extension. I was thinking dermotology. Study of skin I think. Isn't so bad if you ask me. For once I hope to make something that has quick effects. Ignoring the fact that what I make may hurt while in use, as long as the effects are long lasting. MuaHaHa. Acne will be my main enemy. And acnefied teenagers everywhere will buy my product and I will make tonnes of money and buy an ice-cream making machine. Shut up, ice-cream is good. Hmm, I actually think pimples are good. They seem to happen on skinny people more often. Maybe the puss inside is actually broken down fat molecules. Hmm. So I'll probably make a pimple inducer for people to lose weight and then pimple reducer for those who umm, urm, have pimples? NyaHaHa. You would wish I got pimples too for what nasty things I say, but hey, hang in there sunshine, they'll disappear. Umm, eventually. Yes, eventually.
Mmph... I want Fcukling to add me on MSN... I so want to chat with her. Bah.
I'm kind of bored right now. Hmm.
05 October 2006
Of Cabbages and Emo Songs.
Just talked with Yinny Poo, she seems disoriented. She started talking about how much she loves cabbages. I didn't know what to say, so I just said I didn't want her talking weird. It's not often she comes online, so I don't really want to talk about something I don't find interesting all up until she offlines. It's strange, really. She's strange. That's what I love about her. But I guess sometimes, it's not such a good thing after all.
Either way, the MSN chat continued on, with her deciding what to do with her parents' offer to get her something she wants for her straight A PMR results. She's smart, but doesn't like to talk about it. She was thinking of buying herself a Zen Vision. Sounds like she's rich? She is, but isn't a spendthrift. I suppose she deserves it. She's so hardworking. More than me anyway. Hope she gets it. Now she's gone off to tuition.
Right now I would expect Belinda, Sarah, Grace and Lydia to be at Park City Everly Hotel with Joan, jumping on the hotel bed till springs come out. Oh, did I mention that Charlene's birthday is coming up? She invited alot of people, and of course Brendan's going too. Am I going? Nope, she didn't invite me. Probably hates me for some small reason as usual. But whatever. This way I can pretend I don't know. What she won't know won't hurt her.
Oh yes, I would recommend everyone to buy some coffee-flavoured sweets. Why? They make you forget about everything else. Just that and a big comic book and you're already drifting away from your problems. Can't find coffee sweets? Then give Cheezels Pizza Cheeze a go. That and a big mug of chocolate milk. You'd get fat, but who cares. Having those while watching TV will get you so wasted you won't care what happens later. Well, these only last till you're out of stock that is to say. But it's better than drugs right? Which reminds me, I just found out my grandmother takes two Panadol pills everyday. I am so going to blast her when she comes back from gambling. She always loses anyway.
Hmm, right now I'm kind of feeling excited about next year's KJD. We'll all have our own juniors and stuff. But I'm wondering at the same time, some of our weak prefects would generate lousy juniors. And I wonder whether there would be a junior that would act like me, opinionated and very particular. I don't mind doing the dirty work, I have never said no to painting walls or staying back doing the backdrop while everyone goes back. I remember that there was only one day I didn't feel like doing work. I think it was doing the Merdeka Day flag painting thing. Samuel was pissed that I didn't do any painting and that I was eating 'cheapo Maggi Mee'. Did I forget to mention he was eating it at the canteen the other day? Oh dear.
Anyway, I'm thinking of a way to break my handphone. But it seems indestructable. I drop it from my car onto the road and all it got was a scratch on the side and a stupid dent on the metal layer. The other day it dropped from my study table when I shifted my book. It dropped head first with a nice 'dup' sound. I was estatic when I saw the screen black out. Then found out I could turn it on again. Damn piece of sh*t. What's wrong with my phone you ask? Well, it doesn't have MP3 playing capabilities, can't record video, the camera is blurry, it lags, and sometimes it sends messages I cancelled last minute. Yes, it is a shitty phone, and I'm selling it for RM250. Buyers, anyone? It's a Sony Ericsson T610 by the way. And umm, it has Bluetooth?
Thinking of Kingdom Hearts 1 and 2. The games were amazing, I wish the sequels would be created faster. Too bad though that the next one will probably be on the PS3. Hmm, PS3. Maybe I don't need a handphone. A PS3 would be so much better. I heard it was faster than an average computer and is able to function as one too. I wonder if a keyboard will be included in the purchase. But I don't think my parents would consider. F*ck, I can't even sell my PS2 now. D*mn the stupid resell rates.
Speaking of the PS3, the other day I saw an XBOX 360 connected to a TV. The game on the TV didn't look so amazing, so I suppose it's just another PS2 game and they coulden't manage to plug it in. What I'm hoping is that in a year's time, all the games would be pirated and we'll all be in gamer heaven. Yes, I support pirated games because there aren't any games out there that are reasonably affordable, neither are there any games that make you think, "OMFG, IT'S SO COOL I'M WILLING TO PAY RM 28++ FOR IT WHILE OTHERS CAN JUST BUY THE GAME FOR RM5 FOR 2!". No, there is not. I also heard that you can trade in your old XBOX for a major discount on the newer 360. Wow. And I suppose those Sony b*st*rds won't take that step because they know people will buy their product anyway. Screw them.
Hmm, I'm kind of bored of blogging now. Please enjoy your day. Or eat some junk food. And get fat.
Either way, the MSN chat continued on, with her deciding what to do with her parents' offer to get her something she wants for her straight A PMR results. She's smart, but doesn't like to talk about it. She was thinking of buying herself a Zen Vision. Sounds like she's rich? She is, but isn't a spendthrift. I suppose she deserves it. She's so hardworking. More than me anyway. Hope she gets it. Now she's gone off to tuition.
Right now I would expect Belinda, Sarah, Grace and Lydia to be at Park City Everly Hotel with Joan, jumping on the hotel bed till springs come out. Oh, did I mention that Charlene's birthday is coming up? She invited alot of people, and of course Brendan's going too. Am I going? Nope, she didn't invite me. Probably hates me for some small reason as usual. But whatever. This way I can pretend I don't know. What she won't know won't hurt her.
Oh yes, I would recommend everyone to buy some coffee-flavoured sweets. Why? They make you forget about everything else. Just that and a big comic book and you're already drifting away from your problems. Can't find coffee sweets? Then give Cheezels Pizza Cheeze a go. That and a big mug of chocolate milk. You'd get fat, but who cares. Having those while watching TV will get you so wasted you won't care what happens later. Well, these only last till you're out of stock that is to say. But it's better than drugs right? Which reminds me, I just found out my grandmother takes two Panadol pills everyday. I am so going to blast her when she comes back from gambling. She always loses anyway.
Hmm, right now I'm kind of feeling excited about next year's KJD. We'll all have our own juniors and stuff. But I'm wondering at the same time, some of our weak prefects would generate lousy juniors. And I wonder whether there would be a junior that would act like me, opinionated and very particular. I don't mind doing the dirty work, I have never said no to painting walls or staying back doing the backdrop while everyone goes back. I remember that there was only one day I didn't feel like doing work. I think it was doing the Merdeka Day flag painting thing. Samuel was pissed that I didn't do any painting and that I was eating 'cheapo Maggi Mee'. Did I forget to mention he was eating it at the canteen the other day? Oh dear.
Anyway, I'm thinking of a way to break my handphone. But it seems indestructable. I drop it from my car onto the road and all it got was a scratch on the side and a stupid dent on the metal layer. The other day it dropped from my study table when I shifted my book. It dropped head first with a nice 'dup' sound. I was estatic when I saw the screen black out. Then found out I could turn it on again. Damn piece of sh*t. What's wrong with my phone you ask? Well, it doesn't have MP3 playing capabilities, can't record video, the camera is blurry, it lags, and sometimes it sends messages I cancelled last minute. Yes, it is a shitty phone, and I'm selling it for RM250. Buyers, anyone? It's a Sony Ericsson T610 by the way. And umm, it has Bluetooth?
Thinking of Kingdom Hearts 1 and 2. The games were amazing, I wish the sequels would be created faster. Too bad though that the next one will probably be on the PS3. Hmm, PS3. Maybe I don't need a handphone. A PS3 would be so much better. I heard it was faster than an average computer and is able to function as one too. I wonder if a keyboard will be included in the purchase. But I don't think my parents would consider. F*ck, I can't even sell my PS2 now. D*mn the stupid resell rates.
Speaking of the PS3, the other day I saw an XBOX 360 connected to a TV. The game on the TV didn't look so amazing, so I suppose it's just another PS2 game and they coulden't manage to plug it in. What I'm hoping is that in a year's time, all the games would be pirated and we'll all be in gamer heaven. Yes, I support pirated games because there aren't any games out there that are reasonably affordable, neither are there any games that make you think, "OMFG, IT'S SO COOL I'M WILLING TO PAY RM 28++ FOR IT WHILE OTHERS CAN JUST BUY THE GAME FOR RM5 FOR 2!". No, there is not. I also heard that you can trade in your old XBOX for a major discount on the newer 360. Wow. And I suppose those Sony b*st*rds won't take that step because they know people will buy their product anyway. Screw them.
Hmm, I'm kind of bored of blogging now. Please enjoy your day. Or eat some junk food. And get fat.
01 October 2006
Hello Kitty, Meet the Punisher.
My mom is watching the TV from across the room about some teenage pim-pom girl from Taiwan. It's featuring her room. All I can say about her is that she needs to get a freaking life because all she has in her freaking room is Hello Kitty accessories. Idiotic b*tch. They even say how much each f*cking item costs. And according to the rates there, the cheapest item, which was a spoon and fork set and a plate, costed around RM25. AND she says she eats with it ALL the time. Oh PLEASE, someone arrest her for the crime of obsession towards unanimated objects and the crime of not having a brain. Who knows, she might decide one day to rule the world with the power of Hello Kitty, when she heard of the plans when she was asleep. First she could buy all the guys Hello Kitty keychains and kill them of embarassment, then force the ladies to wear cheap, scratchy Hello Kitty underwear and die due to losing the will to live in those stupid pink pieces of crap made from China. Whoever made up Hello Kitty should be some rich *sshole because he/she is making millions from the pockets of unknowing idiotic fangirls. Hello Kitty, Please Die.
Hmm. Oh yes, I want to talk about a few inspirational bloggers that I found to be extremely... umm... good? Anyway, first blogger would be Fcukling, she's the best. She's also Singaporean. Meaning she's richy and very bitchy. Not that I'm saying all Singaporeans are richy and bitchy, but you get my drift. If you don't, who cares. If you read her blog, you'd be amazed at how much she can talk about in one day going out. It's interesting to hear what she has to say about her day out, or how she almost killed herself due to depression or something like that. Oh, she also has an *sshole for an ex.
Next is Kenny Sia from Kuching apparently. Kristine told me that. If he's not, don't bitch on me, bitch on Kristine. HaHaHa. Anyways, same like Fcukling, he's very rich, though not bitchy. He's very observant and has a weird point of view on things. He enjoys travelling and trying out new things, so take some time to read about it. I have a feeling he's also a news reporter, but don't take my word for it, read his blog.
Thirdly and the last for today, is www.xiaxue.blogspot.com. She is well-known in Singapore for her blog and has been featured on the local newspaper before. Though I am recommending her blog as a good read, I do not think I want her in my links, it is just too ah lian for my taste. But I guess it's good enough, just good enough.
Okay, I think I'm done with the bloggers of inspiration. Next is the retard patrol forum. They should consider me for a merger. www.retardpatrol.proboards42.com is their forum, their blog was closed long ago due to no time to post. This forum is kind of dated as well, but still good enough for a high(don't be horny, I meant fun. Not that fun you pervert). Anyway, there are a whole bunch of friendster accounts there that have been posted by their dear patrons, pretty accounts I'd say. Pretty F*CKED UP more like. D3YzZ aLL TaLk LyKZz DiZz W0RXx. D3y oWsO t1Nk DeYzzz ChI0 bUxXzzzzzzZZZzzZZzzZzZZZzzzasdadaddadsda&#$%. WHATEVER LA. Go visit their f*cky profiles. Unlike their species, most of you will find reading what they have to say very hard.
Moving on, I forgot to mention that yesterday(Monday), Joan Lee from Brisbane came back to Miri and surprised her old classmates. She was really pretty and had braces, which didnt really matter. She came to school in a black casual dress. Oh my god, for someone whos become used to cold climates, to come to school in BLACK clothes, *ssssst*. There's no wonder why she felt hot. The next time she came to school however, which was after school ended, she wore a mini-skirt. O_o". What a contract, ey? But hark, we heard boys cooing over her, which is still a good sign. Those fat bitch ah lians bitch bitching bitchier bitchy bitchiness were jealous of dear Joan, seeing as that she's so much more sexier than them, considering some of them have mata sepet and have fat pork legs. I don't know any of their names, but WHO CARES. Hope they all end up prostitutes or selling handphones in Servay. Like, whatever lor. Don't study, don't get rich. Their problem, not ours.
Today though, she came back again at the usual times, all of which she changed her clothes, over and over again. Dear god, how many clothes did she bring to such a small town. What's really cute though is that she ties a pinky ribbon on her pony tail. It's so kawaii~ :3. Tee hee. Speaking of kawaii, she took up Nippon-go(Japanese lingo) as an extra class thingie. And she's quite good at it, well, considering we all suck at it, and don't know how to speak it anyway, in local terms, 'SAKAI'. Hais, I wish we had Japanese class. But alas, life didn't make me so lucky. I shall find a class that teaches it, and our whole group can learn to speak during the holidays. Yes, that will be fun, indeed. Then we can speak Japanese in front of BITCH BITCH BITCH AH LIAN BITCHES without them knowing what we're saying. English is so out of date now. Sugoi-ne~ Okay, fine. I suck. So sue me, *sshole... T.T
So, the physics tuition thingie, Fu Yuan stopped coming T.T, so did Wan Kiung T.T. Understandable though, they have exams ba. Summore Michelle Kuek is coming during the holiday sessions. SNAP !! I don't want to study during the holidays, no no, I do not. Haih, how unfateful. Not that I like her though, she has a boyfriend already. I'm sure Chrispian will be envious. Of the girl. To have the boy. HaHa.
Snap, I need to go eat dinner. I shall include an d*mn good link to a d*mn good website for your visual pleasure. No, I do not mean pron. Pervert.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QZ54Ake7nIA
Enjoy Muchiez.
Hmm. Oh yes, I want to talk about a few inspirational bloggers that I found to be extremely... umm... good? Anyway, first blogger would be Fcukling, she's the best. She's also Singaporean. Meaning she's richy and very bitchy. Not that I'm saying all Singaporeans are richy and bitchy, but you get my drift. If you don't, who cares. If you read her blog, you'd be amazed at how much she can talk about in one day going out. It's interesting to hear what she has to say about her day out, or how she almost killed herself due to depression or something like that. Oh, she also has an *sshole for an ex.
Next is Kenny Sia from Kuching apparently. Kristine told me that. If he's not, don't bitch on me, bitch on Kristine. HaHaHa. Anyways, same like Fcukling, he's very rich, though not bitchy. He's very observant and has a weird point of view on things. He enjoys travelling and trying out new things, so take some time to read about it. I have a feeling he's also a news reporter, but don't take my word for it, read his blog.
Thirdly and the last for today, is www.xiaxue.blogspot.com. She is well-known in Singapore for her blog and has been featured on the local newspaper before. Though I am recommending her blog as a good read, I do not think I want her in my links, it is just too ah lian for my taste. But I guess it's good enough, just good enough.
Okay, I think I'm done with the bloggers of inspiration. Next is the retard patrol forum. They should consider me for a merger. www.retardpatrol.proboards42.com is their forum, their blog was closed long ago due to no time to post. This forum is kind of dated as well, but still good enough for a high(don't be horny, I meant fun. Not that fun you pervert). Anyway, there are a whole bunch of friendster accounts there that have been posted by their dear patrons, pretty accounts I'd say. Pretty F*CKED UP more like. D3YzZ aLL TaLk LyKZz DiZz W0RXx. D3y oWsO t1Nk DeYzzz ChI0 bUxXzzzzzzZZZzzZZzzZzZZZzzzasdadaddadsda&#$%. WHATEVER LA. Go visit their f*cky profiles. Unlike their species, most of you will find reading what they have to say very hard.
Moving on, I forgot to mention that yesterday(Monday), Joan Lee from Brisbane came back to Miri and surprised her old classmates. She was really pretty and had braces, which didnt really matter. She came to school in a black casual dress. Oh my god, for someone whos become used to cold climates, to come to school in BLACK clothes, *ssssst*. There's no wonder why she felt hot. The next time she came to school however, which was after school ended, she wore a mini-skirt. O_o". What a contract, ey? But hark, we heard boys cooing over her, which is still a good sign. Those fat bitch ah lians bitch bitching bitchier bitchy bitchiness were jealous of dear Joan, seeing as that she's so much more sexier than them, considering some of them have mata sepet and have fat pork legs. I don't know any of their names, but WHO CARES. Hope they all end up prostitutes or selling handphones in Servay. Like, whatever lor. Don't study, don't get rich. Their problem, not ours.
Today though, she came back again at the usual times, all of which she changed her clothes, over and over again. Dear god, how many clothes did she bring to such a small town. What's really cute though is that she ties a pinky ribbon on her pony tail. It's so kawaii~ :3. Tee hee. Speaking of kawaii, she took up Nippon-go(Japanese lingo) as an extra class thingie. And she's quite good at it, well, considering we all suck at it, and don't know how to speak it anyway, in local terms, 'SAKAI'. Hais, I wish we had Japanese class. But alas, life didn't make me so lucky. I shall find a class that teaches it, and our whole group can learn to speak during the holidays. Yes, that will be fun, indeed. Then we can speak Japanese in front of BITCH BITCH BITCH AH LIAN BITCHES without them knowing what we're saying. English is so out of date now. Sugoi-ne~ Okay, fine. I suck. So sue me, *sshole... T.T
So, the physics tuition thingie, Fu Yuan stopped coming T.T, so did Wan Kiung T.T. Understandable though, they have exams ba. Summore Michelle Kuek is coming during the holiday sessions. SNAP !! I don't want to study during the holidays, no no, I do not. Haih, how unfateful. Not that I like her though, she has a boyfriend already. I'm sure Chrispian will be envious. Of the girl. To have the boy. HaHa.
Snap, I need to go eat dinner. I shall include an d*mn good link to a d*mn good website for your visual pleasure. No, I do not mean pron. Pervert.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QZ54Ake7nIA
Enjoy Muchiez.
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