Welcome 2008

A few more seconds till 2008, blissful or grief? This query continues to resonant between my brain cells. Time is an evil element created by God in life for it lingers for no one, or as the phrase always says “Time and tide waits for no men”. I evoke my memory vividly when I was just informed when I was in form 4S1; learning new pure science subjects (Physics, Biology, and Chemistry) rather interesting since I seem to have affection towards science-related things. 2007 has been a great year, I cannot be stationary thus I constantly switched places with friends and I will always grab the seat beneath the fan (ventilation is vital to good performance in class). Continuing my duty as prefect was almost tormenting, we’re obliged to give at least 2-5 students demerits everyday despite being an omnipotent since I was considered as senior prefect *sigh*. Not overlooking the numerous camps I participated…such glorious memory.

Eventually, I ended up scribbling my wish list for year 2008. Resolutions made are resolutions broken, so much to write about, indicating the sheer futurity of making plans for the New Year. Although I believe making resolutions is a total squander of time, I’m still continuing my scribbles. My resolutions turn out to be made with sincere intentions throughout; I can’t merely go with the flow of the New Year (although I am flexible to allow the unexpected).

1. Set my alarm clock to RING at 5.00 *I practice during the holidays* so that I could dash to school and grab seats under the fan (I repeat, air circulation is a priority for better performance in class which also aids a tad to Feng Shui - as what Gabrielle said)

2. Settle down in associations (red Crescent) and club (SLAD) and target high post (co curricular marks is imperative for universities and college intakes)

3. Strive much harder in academics especially Chemistry and Additional Mathematics to achieve better quality of A. Of course, not forgetting Physics and maintaining my grades in Biology etc.

4. Be controlled of my boundless social life for it may slightly affect my studies (I’m just putting it although it is gratuitous)

Still I desire not to speak about the unspeakable words (SPM) which I’ll be facing it in 2008, gives me intense stress and pressure.

Bored & Hilarious

I woo all bloggers to try this, its hilarious

Month you were born on:

Jan – I beat up
Feb – I bitch slapped
Mar – I kissed
Apr – I raped
May – I slept with
Jun – I killed
Jul – I pretended to be
Aug – I lied to
Sept – I kicked
Oct – I had sex with
Nov – I confessed my love to
Dec – I was raped by

Date you were born on:

1 – A tree
2 – My science teacher
3 – My cousin
4 – The beggar
5 – The police
6 – A gay
7 – My bro
8 – My Maid
9 – A girl I know
10 – A cat
11 – My enemy
12 – A Frog
13 – The president
14 – My best friend
15 – My crush
16 – A guy on the net
17 – My school principle
18 – My uncle19 – A Lesbian
20 – A homo
21 – A policeman
22 – Spongebob squarepants
23 – My best friend’s bf/gf
24 – The cleaner
25 – My girlfriend
26 – A gangster
27 – Paris Hilton
28 – His Ass
29 – A Donkey
30 – An Emo
31 – Myself

Favourite Colour:

Red – Because we both were HOT
Orange – Because I do anything
Yellow – Because I intended to
Green – Because we love each other
Blue – because I was insane
Purple – Because I was high
White – Because I’m cute
Black – Because I was bored

I raped the cleaner because I was insane

Hillsong - Shout To The Lord

My Jesus,
My Saviour,
Lord, there is none like You;
All of my days
I want to praise
the wonders of Your mighty love.

My comfort, my shelter,
Tower of refuge and strength;
let every breath, all that I am
never cease to worship You.

Shout to the Lord, all the earth,
let us sing
power and majesty, praise to the King;
mountains bow down and the seas will roar
at the sound of Your name.
I sing for joy at the work of Your hands,
forever I'll love You, forever I'll stand,
nothing compares to the promise I have in You

Christmas Eve

I woke up rather early that day, based on my vivid memory around 10 I guess. I had a sleep over at my cousin, Kimberly’s house the day before Christmas eve…Alas, Seraphina was not present thanks to her bothersome brat sister Engielista who insisted to tag along with me to Kimberly’s place *sigh*. Luckily, she went home early that morning before I opened my eyes. So by the time my eye lids were opened, Engielista was GONE *jolly joy*!!! Aunt Stella told me to prepare breakfast as she went to the store to buy some grocery and food for Christmas Eve dinner at her place. I must admit I am rather a indolent person, thus I decided to toast 2 pieces of bread with garlic spread and fresh milk for breakfast. It was seconds to go till Christmas and my anxiety was building slowly.

I had to help Aunt Stella moved the computer from the computer room as it was about to be renovated, all the glucose in my body experienced a complete breakdown in the presence of oxygen to released 2898 kJ of energy *I compressed the equation on energy production in aerobic respiration in my brain*. So I was glued to Frozen Throne the whole afternoon till Seraphina came in the evening to help with the dinner.

I actually mastered the techniques of cutting and pealing tomatoes, cucumbers, lime and apple for making salad. Seraphina wore a vain shirt with writings “Friends don’t allow friends to talk to ugly guy” and stroll every corner in the house and was bragging about it *her friend Steph bought it for her*. Christmas Eve dinner was about to start when we realized there was insufficient yogurt for the entire family (including my parents), there I was stuck with Aunt Stella and Kimberly in their Avanza driving all the way to Choice Daily for 2 yogurts. The expenditure for petrol even exceeded 2 cups of yogurt I uttered to myself.

Finally Christmas Eve dinner started as my parents had finally arrived, we ate Spaghetti, hash browns, cheesy sausage, and the belated-arrived lamb specially cooked at Hilton. Dinner was great and I was satiated at the sumptuous meal prepared. Soon we head to church for the service *we were rather late as the church service started at 8.00 and our arrival was at 7.40). This year most of the events were prepared by the youths and choir members of St. Thomas’s Cathedral. The most booming presentation was done by the youths whereby they all wore “glow-in-dark” gloves and made signs like J-E-S-U-S, love symbol, crucifix and even Jesus’ face while the melodious music was played, the whole church was filled with applause when they ended…FASCINATING. As usual Christmas carols is a must so we sang our hearts out in praise and worship as three angelic and adorable kids (no idea who’s kids) kept wondering around. Kimberly was lame enough to named the twins Las Angeles Dolls and a Vietnam Doll *such creative and peculiar names*.

The service ended at 11.30, 1800 seconds more to Christmas!!! Seraphina and I sleep over at Kimberly’s house and of course we stayed up the whole night chit chatting about gibberish crap, it does sound normal for adolescent and pre-adolescent (Kimberly) to gibber during Christmas Eve night *Seraphina was captivated with her phone, sending random Christmas wishes to all of her friends*.

Merry Christmas!!!

I Encountered Porno People

I went to Jalan Song the other night to have my dinner at the same time wanted to sweep a whole load of DVD’s – heavenly place for all DVD’s addicted populace. Frustration occurred as there were too many choices of food, having a stereoscopic vision like every individual my eyesight only came across food!! Food!! And FOOD!!!!! After finished my bowl of Beef Noodles I head to search of DVD’s!!! Cheap and high quality DVD’s are all available despite they’re all pirated but all I can utter was divine inexpensive DVD’s waits for me.

DVD shopping wasn’t the only phenomenon listed on my list; I encountered a scene which literally added a shock to my eyes. In this modern era, there were actually people who toiled to be pornographers!!!! I hereby pronounce this a major disgrace to our society!!

An unknown adolescent with a Nike cap entered the shop, searching for DVD’s. Shop owner a.k.a pornographer stood up from his chair and walked towards that guy and uttered a few Chinese words (studying more than 10 years of Chinese allowed me to understand their conversation), at the same time fingers pointing at 3 black plastic bags lying on the table.

Pornographer: Err… Sir, are you searching for something special???

Unknown adolescent: You have??

Pornographer: *Pointing at 3 black plastic bags* Find slowly..

Unknown adolescent: OK…Thanks, *begin searching his way to all the porno compact discs*

At first I didn’t actually pay attention to what exactly he was rummaging in the plastic bags, until I saw a disc with an offensive image of a guy penetrating his reproductive system in a woman’s mouth!!!!!!!!! This is what installed in that shop, promoting human hardcore which is generally repulsive to our morality and religion!!!

Unknown adolescent: Hey. You have Asian one??? Western porn is not really my taste.

Pornographer: It’s in the other plastic bag.

After that, I went off and shift myself away from that location. I simply cannot imagine people simply endorse sexism by selling pornographic materials.

Miri, Here I Come!!! #3

Sibu was flooded by the time I woke up from my bed, the first thing I rushed to the nearest window and gaze out the flooded view. I’m uttering words to Seraphina…cool!! It was only drizzling and most areas in Sibu were already covered in water, I observed how 2 hydrogen atoms and an oxygen atom were able to combine and form such a drought. God sent us a sign to leave Sibu and head directly to Miri I thought for myself *sigh of relief*. Soon we were packing and leaving to a nearby food court to take breakfast. There I saw a grey-shirt obese guy sitting, hands holding or rather showing off his N95 while indulging myself in Foo Chow noodles. That individual was tuned into some mp3, nothing peculiar huh? Normal multi-cellular organisms will tune into mp3 using ear phones, but the obese bragger has a desire to volumize to a limit of 5 plus mega bass. I can see words B-O-A-S-T-E-R flashing above his head. Seraphina proclaimed she has to drag her friend here to boast her N95 8G. The view was fairly soaked whereby I observed vehicles splashing water and wooden planks floated on contaminated water. I even saw 3 Ah Liens trying to cross the flooded road *evil laughs*. Outpouring sympathy I declare, as I watch innocent citizens of Sibu stranded in flood.

We’re off our wheals in the search for survival in the stranded draught, maybe it wasn’t that serious *trying to dramatize the situation here*. We pass by several signs which caused Seraphina a gnashing her teeth, we encountered numerous Hotlink labels along roads which is pretty vain *Seraphina was hurling harass*. A comparison between Digi and Hotlink, coverage is a big factor to debate among debaters. I was striving hard to endure the boredom once again by counting the seconds needed to reach Miri, it was rather a paused and time wasn’t actually in motion.

We stopped at Niah market *rain was pouring* and I used my wet umbrella and doodled “OMG” and “LOL” on the simen floors, trying to express my artistic dexterity here.

I reached Miri by night, stopped by at my aunt’s cousin’s place for dinner and after that I’m off to Aunt Sheila’s (the aunty who married Malay) place. Chiaw Chin called me and send me regards * I was hopping I could meet her in Miri*. Her family migrated to Miri since we were in form 1, miss her rather a lot. Apparently, my aunt’s house seemed to be either translucent or transparent. We ran through the address numerous times yet it was unfound, certainly an enigma. Imagination strikes as I wonder if her house was bounded with some invincible force field. Finally Aunt Sheila appeared with her son, Kiki from no where *inexplicable*.

I’m spent a couple days at Aunt Sheila’s place, as a final point I was pleased to breathe the air of civilization and modernity lingering around my body after days of tracking rural areas. Serenity?? Literally NO!!! Kiki was an extremely diabolical, tremendously annoying and irritating who glues to me everywhere I go. Something even stickier than getting your fingers glued with “super glue”. His presence really as in REALLY REALLY REALLY irate me, not to mentioned Seraphina was about to slaughter him I guess.

Brats are real peace demolisher and tranquillity annihilators!!!!! GET RIT OF THEM!!!!!!!!!

We went shopping at Boulevard and there he was, popping between 2 adolescent babbling gibberish childish words. He was rather inexorable and here we were….stuck incarcerate with a brat. We even head to Parkson on the next day to do some shopping; I seemed to saw Amanda there. The best part was, I got my hair cut at Alan’s Salon specially trimmed by Kim (He’s one of the top hair stylists and owns world recognition in hair biz), and of course my mum and Seraphina wouldn’t want to miss this too. Since Kim and our family were somehow related…Wait!! I repeat, me and the international professional hair stylist related as a family!!! We got special discounts, but still it burned my pockets. I even texted Azureen and Jemuel and brag about it (spreading jealousy to all about the related part). The brat was paying full attention to some console games and I sensed freedom nearby, with a speed of light Seraphina and I dashed away without him noticing. Finally, we can do personal shopping a brat popping his head in the middle.

I’m finally FREE from extremely diabolical and “sticky” brats!!!!!

I haven’t had any physical contact with my books since the night in Seratok and my brain was suffering from severe brain lodged already. Thus, I stole some time intervals when the brat was indulging himself in his gameboy to do a little study. I actually brought Physics and Chemistry so I blended them both inside my brain despite the raucous condition thanks to the exasperating brat. Earsplitting commotion vibrated vividly in the atmosphere here and serenity can only last a second. I kept brainstorming on Chemistry: Salts, the most brain detrimental chapter of all and I had to stuff all the equations and formulas in my head. Luckily Seraphina was here to dispense all her knowledge despite she has already finished her SPM *grumbles from her every time I ask her questions*. Physics was much easier and friendlier compared to Chemistry, so I didn’t do much cramming on that just the gist on Light and Archimedes Principle.

Archimedes’ principle states that an object, whether completely or partially immersed in a fluid, is acted on by a buoyant force, which is equal to the weight of the displaced fluid.

I have affection to a Camel shirt, green and yellowish with thin stripes and a Nicole pure leather belt, cost above RM100 each. My mum would seriously execute me if I had bought the 2 items. But I was rather pleased with my shopping, got myself several Bum Equipment shirts, a Milani striped shirt, Khaki pants, Forest shirts, Body Glove briefs yadda yadda mostly attires. My priceless collections were tribal necklace and bracelet…simply exquisite with its artwork. The superlative part was the price; cost me less than RM40 to get both of them. Seraphina also got herself a white plated star charm bracelet at Parkson. Seraphina and I were apparently attracted to Nicole brand attires, causal and edgy plus scorching cash as well *hateful*. Shopping in Miri was quite heavenly despite the hateful brat tagging along and disturbing our shopping. I even met Mdm. Margaret, Mr. Morris with their kids Marcelina and (whatever the son’s name was) at Parkson!!!! It was such a tiny world where I can even beings from my school. Doing all the shopping made me hadn’t have adequate time to quench my thirst on Coffee Bean and Tea Leaves *sigh* I was rather curious on their latest Christmas delicacies, maybe next time.

I’m so going to get myself an Addidas shoe I had an eye on!!!!!

My aunt’s television actually got shocked while watching Digimon (the brat’s show) we were about to on and all of a sudden such stench triggered our nostrils and we had to switch it off using plastic stick before an explosion occurred. Next, we were sucked into Kiki’s gameboy playing Gundam *sigh* for time being. Food was also an issue to be concerned; since my Aunt Sheila was converted to Malay we had to eat halal food ONLY. In another words, we had to stop by at shops run by Malay. I nearly puke blood when I had my lunch at “Sembang Sembang” certainly not a pleasant shop…I desperately took Mee Jawa *noticed my sulky face*. Fancy them serving Chicken hop on hot plate??? A serial clash of western elements with the Asian constituent. We had our last meal at Pizza Hut whereby we constantly ordered smoked chicken instead of pizzas, never imagine how sumptuous was Pizza Hut’s chicken wings.

I stayed about 5 days in Miri and it was time to go *finally* after all the infuriation I faced due to the presence of a brat. I still comprise grieve and regret that I can’t meet Chiaw Chin (Her parents went to China so she was imprison at home) luckily she called almost every night and scorch her credit to chat with me *giggles*. So I bid adieu to Miri as I hug my brat cousin, hearts uttering goodbyes and gladness. I would like to put an end to my extensive, eyes-strenuous post on my vacation to Miri (I had my bladder nearly exploded on the way back since my dad was reluctant to stop at any petrol station).

Miri, Here I Come!!! #2

Woke up at 8.00 am *yawns* is that early or what? My ear drums were nearly shattered by my mums screams to wake me up from my beauty sleep. 7 hours of good night sleep is seriously not sufficient for me, human body needs adequate rest to perform metabolic process and waking me up that early will only result muscle dysfunction. I began dragging my soulless body from the warm comfy bed of mine… then I saw my cousin already donned lying at the sofa eyes attached to Astro – Travel and Living. Breakfast was all set and I ate fried rice cooked by my aunty with heaps of “impurities” or garlic. However the meal was sumptuous although I’m not satiated with the garlic. A peaceful day was just about to enrol until the whole rest house was filled with cacophonous noises produced by brats. You have to comprehend that I’m living under a roof with 2 children or rather labelled as high larynx brats.

I soon rest myself to watch C.S.I *smiles*, alas…my dad told us that we’re leaving. 1 second on the chair and now I’m up again, the world has a grudge against me that morning. Active people began to pervade the entire house as we all get ourselves busy packing stuff and head to Sibu. I was quite reluctant to leave as the rest house in Seratok was provided with Astro…

We soon head the roads, typical greenery scenery and forget-me-not blue sky shined above me (such a blessed day), I was still waiting patiently to situate my spiritual body to civilization after a day in Seratok. Chatters began to build up in the car as me and Seraphina were discussing about the Azureen species. I owned an Azureen friend in Batu Lintang while my cousin has one in St. Theresa. Conversations were running enthusiastically and I didn’t sense any boredom lodged between us. As a conclusion, we declare that all Azureen(s) are:

We arrived at a place called Betong; allow me to give a gist about the place. Betong is a piece of land with countable houses installed with human beings with very little amount of shops. Hours of sitting in the car and all I want to gaze at is modernization but all I got was that, how gratifying *sigh*. We took an amble around the market and encountered DD series (abbreviation made by Seraphina which stands for dark, dark people). Gross and grimy as I stepped to such places contaminated with microbes in the atmosphere. I also stopped at Sarikei to target some local delicacies – Foo Chow Noodles. Foo Chow noodles in Sarikei are simply irresistible, which obviously cannot be compared to the ones available in Kuching.

Local Sarikei delicacies truly excite my taste buds, especially Foo Chow Noodles…

Bloated and overstuff with food, I was rather slumberous and went to sleep almost instantly in the vehicle. Ear drums were instantaneously shut to prevent any cacophonous noises; my brain was primarily vacant and crammed with anxiety for the arrival at Sibu. Abruptly, my phone vibrated vigorously *curses* so I grudgingly press the [open] key pad to read messages. Kee Sing sent me a message to inform me that he was going to Damai beach resort *with lots of hahas in his text*. I was at the most steaming point; fancy some human disturbing me during my sleep. To be evil I decided to reply him while uttering insults:

“You’re disturbing my sleep dude, sent another message and brag about your trip and I will stuff narcotic drugs and scorch you with laser beam. I NEED SLEEP”

My text met a full stop there and I carry on with my snooze. My eyes finally opened as the blazing sunlight pierce through my retina. My eye sight was rather bleary but I noticed that I was surrounded by vehicles or rather trapped in a jam. Finally I arrived at Sibu, Seraphina did a whole long lecture on the happenings on our way here *still emphasizing on the massive jam*. Sibu, standing tiny in its position with practically no shopping complex *sigh again*, fine be grateful as long as it’s surrounding was better than the rural places I’d stepped into.

Dad managed to get us a hotel next to a church – Eden Hotel. I even had a glimpse at my cousin, Irene’s ex-primary school, St. Rita. Wasting no more time I went to our room and my eyes nearly dropped out of my sockets when I saw the room. Was it a mirage or hallucination, the room was dirty with a wretched air conditioner which literally broke down, television was terrible and as things began to deteriorate I faint due to shock *exaggerates*. Outpouring voice of grouses as I walked around the room as my dad went to complain. We were offered another room, and I started to puke blood as soon as I popped my head into it. The television was fine but the air condition broke down too!!!!!

Is this a hotel or a wretched cow barn for animals to breed???

Lastly, we managed to get ourselves a proper room. Exhausted with all my ranting I laid on the bed to rest my muscle tissue. My diabolical cousins barged into the room and started to generate noises once again *I’m speechless*.

After dinner, we walked to the market *AGAIN*, my dad has an affection on going to markets. Despite the filthiness, mum managed to get “Apam Balik” which is superb!!! Extra crispy and I mean it, quite different from the ones in Kuching. Its thinner with more nuts and butter, Mirians seemed to be more generous compared to Kuchingians whom only focused on putting more flour than nuts. In addition, I also found my treasure which I’ve been looking for ravenously long. A money sign bling!!!!!!!! Caused about RM30, rather cheap for a piece of art but I didn’t get it with no particular reason which results regrets currently *I proclaimed myself being an imbecile at that time*. I even complained to Jemuel about it.

I’m a total idiot for not buying such luxurious piece of art!!!

I looked at the time and it shows 9.00 after we entered our hotel room. Seraphina grabbed the remote and tune into some programme, with only TV 1, 2 and 3 provided by the miserable hotel. Lastly Seraphina ended up lying in the bed while me, sitting crossed leg watching “Kau Masih kekasihku”, totally absurd for us to watch an Indonesian show. However I must confess that the show was quite appealing despite its foreignism. The partially interesting show lasted about an hour and subsequently we were watching a show called Iris, now this is a total boredom. I despise local Malay shows which only bring monotony and lameness.

The day finished with a blanket fight, Seraphina and I were grabbing the larger blanket. Fine, lastly my mum obliged me to give it to her. I declare that it wasn’t because I lost the battle; just because my mum needed it (my cousin is sleeping with my mum). She’s a blanket stealer!

Miri, Here I Come!!! #1

I won’t be having any physical contact with my notebook for a couple of days because I’ll be off having my vacation at Miri!!!! Finally, some remedy for my long-endless-holiday-study before I died of brain distortion due to stress. Holidays are whole lot of fun if only it’s properly installed with “stuffs”. My holidays had been a total bore, waking up at 10, burry myself under books to get prepared for next year, a slight touch of blogging, social life with my friends and that’s all. In short a vacation is exactly what I needed!!! This time, I obliged my cousin, Seraphina to follow me (just had her SPM and there she goes bragging…)

“I’m free!!! Don’t forget you have less than a year until your SPM!!!! Remember…SPM!!!! *evil laughs*” outburst words from Seraphina’s mouth

Alas, my vacation didn’t start off taking a flight precisely to Miri. My dad decided to drive all the way there *sigh*, fancy all the petrol and time being burned just like that. This also meant we had to stop by several rural places as in really REALLY rural places on the way before I reached civilization. Everything was all done ready to set of and there it was when the damn phone rang calling my dad back to school to sign some gibberish forms *curses to my principle*. Apart from being the most hated person in school she appeared to be a vacation-spoiler. Fine, there I was waiting “patiently” with Seraphina in the vehicle while waiting for my dad in school *sigh again*. There I had a chat with Mdm. Della and Mr. Nojip (he asked me whether I studied History or not). After hours of sitting on the navy coloured sofa in my school’s office waiting for my dad, it’s all settled. Here I declare that my vacation started.

We past Serian and “sand village”, should be Kampung Pasir (Desireena’s house is somewhere in there). To prevent from facing all the monotony during our journey I brought heaps and heaps of music and DVD’s. Out of the blue I got an instant shock: “Where is the camera???” Of all the millions thing I packed in my bag pack I literally forgotten to stuff my camera in. A testimony of over-studied and brain storming during the holidays mainly for Chemistry and Additional Mathematics. Now I shall continue my vacation without the most vital gadget for a blogger and most probably inscribe something on this post without coloured pictures (such a irk cause this post will be all red and lame). Imagine me putting on sulky faces staring outside at the scenery through the car window, without a camera!!! It’s totally absurd… The view outside was simply picturesque, pure lush green fields and trees mild and calm as the waved themselves when the gentle wind kisses them. Wondrous emollient for my broken soul, but…

Hansley quoted: “Pity I don’t have a freakin’ camera to take the damn pictures!!!!!”

*Note* I have been repeating the same quote over and over and OVER throughout the journey and now it seemed to reverberate in the atmosphere. Again I would love to express the intense boredom I faced on the way moreover when there was almost nothing much to gaze on apart from greens and blues, plus the unbearable slow velocity. The vehicle look as if it was accelerating at a minimum speed due to the bulky petrol truck *it is meant to be burned* blocking all drivers way. With a speed of 70km/hour I can even count dust particles outside my car window.

Thus, my cousin and I decided to read sign boards since they were the only readable materials available. Various sign boards which appeared along the road specially the ones about names is a major hilarity. Zillions of meaningless and funny names came across and we laughed along the way *can’t recalled the names due to sudden amnesia*. I have now fully entered rural zone, still there are schools build. Outpouring sympathy from my deepest core, fancy how students go to school in such areas only bounded by Paleolithic-like surroundings.

Out of the blue a grey Kenari overtook my dad’s vehicle; I assumed it was at a velocity of 120km/hour… Lightning bolt speed!!!!

How a tiny Kenari could possibly overtook my dad’s vehicle when my dad was driving on a speed of 100km/hour?? It zoomed right in front, in addition there were several “slow down” or “90km/hour” signs along which my dad intended to ignore them. Hmm…I guess the signs were mostly meant for show or filling up empty roads. I am now enjoying My Chemical Romance’s music while Seraphina was muttering and complaining about the wretched signal – NO LINE FOR DIGI. Mine was perfectly normal (Celcom duh??) Another consequence you have to face if one chose to drive instead for comfortable flight, signal is darn terrible. It takes hours for my cousin to reply a single message *persisting on her ranting*.

Kawasan berbahaya!!! Kawasan sangat bahaya!!! What’s next?? “Kawasan pasti MATI???!!!!”
We passed by a sign board which said the above…DANGER!!!! More and more arrows bypassed us *and a bolded one* LOL. Seeing all the signs really affected the human brain and my eyes were like rolling as objects move too quickly. First destination we stopped was Lacao, sadly Kee Sing wasn’t there at his shop or else I’ll have free food *giggles*. My enzymes were demanding to digest nutrients already, so dad brought us to a nearby coffee shop. We weren’t the only tourists there; there were numerous Western citizens or “Ang-Mo” occupying 1 table. Most of the ladies were in the hues of pink *question marks*, with cameras hanging on their necks. People should be implanted with kindness and morality, thus they should hand me one of their cameras since I forgotten to bring mine. *Quote again*.

The glorious sun was blazing all the heat above earth which nearly burned me alive, I seriously needed coke to quench my thirst. Soon I noticed that the Ang-Mos’ food were served, typical local food and yes, rice. I paid no heed to them and indulged myself in sumptuous tomato kue tiao and coke. Seraphina wishes to brag about her skills in mastering chopsticks to the Ang-Mo, typical Chinese proficiency. On the other hand, the Ang-Mo didn’t seem to lay a hand on the food served except for a rather obese guy. Hmm…Malaysian local food appeared to be below their standard. So all their food was totally wasted, and fed to the flies, insects or to be dumped into rubbish bins.
Seraphina and I commence on showing off our skills in mastering two long, sleek wooden sticks – Chopsticks!!!

I was imagining myself breaking two eggs and frying beef steak on top of tar road, since the whether was ravenously scorching, as in seriously burning my epithelial cells. Soon we arrived at Sri Aman with two pigeons as their trademark, typical tiny town with no shopping complex *sigh*. Music by Sum 41 was echoing in the vehicle as we hit the roads, I soon realized numerous critical deforestation done by men. Bare lands and cleared woods, tragic annihilation towards Mother Nature. Although I’m not a floral person but I must emphasize that I do have a heart towards nature.

Dads booked a rest house at Seratok, two rooms 1 for ours the other for my aunt. Oh wait!! Here I recognize that my aunt joined our trip. It’s not an exaggeration to say that the rest house was castle-like, but believed me it is humongous. The best part is, there is Astro!!!!! Finally some technology to quench my demanding eyes. Rapidly, Seraphina and I were glued to the television.... watching Heroes and channel V. I discovered my Chemistry books and did a little reading on Salts. My day ended at 11.30 as I was indulging myself in Travel and Living – The thirsty traveler. The show which stipulates on wine!!! Not forgetting a little programme on Christmas cooking…live is absolutely faulty without Astro.

An Astro a day keeps the boredom away…

4th Mile Food Avenue

Yesterday Dad brought us to have our dinner at 4th mile Food Avenue, recently opened and all I can comment about that place is “packed”. Meals are such delight despite the moderately limited stalls. The price is indeed typically-killing. We arrived at approximately 7.05 and all I did was marching up and down looking for a place to seat *recalling the time I used to march for Red Crescent*. The situation was rather similar to a battle field whereby armies from each battalion were eyeing on their opponent, in the desperate need of victory on their own territory. After the long “fight and clash”, we finally got a table.

My muscles are partially aching by the time I place myself on the chair. Dad ordered Kue Chap, Mom had Zao Cai Soup Noodles while I ate Cantonese Noodles. I noticed that the structure of the place was unique, I meant the roof. The roof was relatively “layered” and I think this is the only food area with such particular roof structure. Also I started to expand my view as soon as my sight caught a glimpse of my favourite phone – K850i.Yes, a lady in blue was hanging the phone at her wrist *how I wish to snatch it from her and run away*.

My Chemical Romance - Kill All Your Friends

Well you can hide a lot about yourself,
But honey, what’re you gonna do?
And you can sleep in a coffin,
But the past ain’t through with you.

Cause we are all a bunch of liars.
Tell me baby, who do you wanna be?
And we are all about to sell it,
Cause it’s tragic with a capital T.
Let it be, let it be, let it be!

Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends.
(Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba)
And we all get together when we bury our friends.
(Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba)
It’s been eight bitter years since I’ve been seeing your face.
(Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba)
And you’re walking away, and I will die in this place.

Sometimes you scrape and sink so low,
I’m shocked at what you’re capable of.
And if this is a coronation,
I ain’t feeling the love.

Cause we are all a bunch of animals,
That never paid attention in school.
So tell me all about your problems;
I was killing before killing was cool.
You’re so cool; you’re so cool, so cool!

Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends.
(Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba)
And we all get together when we bury our friends.
(Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba)
It’s been nine bitter years since I’ve been seeing your face.
(Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba)
And you’re walking away, and I will die in this place.

You’ll never take me alive.
You’ll never take me alive.
Do what it takes to survive,
Cause I’m still here.
You’ll never take me alive.
You’ll never take me alive.
Do what it takes to survive.
And I’m still here.
You’ll never get me.
(Get me!)
You’ll never take me.
(Take me!)
You’ll never get me alive.

Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends.
(Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba)
And we all get together when we bury our friends.
It’s been ten fucking years since I’ve been seeing
Your face ‘round here
And you’re walking away, and I will die in this place.

Cancer and It's Name

Question: Why is cancer named after a harmless sign of the zodiac?

Answer: The disease isn’t named after the star sign, but the two are linked. Both get their names from the Greek word karkinos, meaning crab. The sign of the zodiac is named after the crab constellation, which was supposedly created after Greek goddess Hera sent a crab to attack her enemy Hercules. The muscle-bound hero killed the crustacean, but Hera still rewarded it with a place in the Heavens. The Greek gave the disease its name after nothing that the swollen veins around a tumour look like the leg of a crab.

What Should I Major In?

Your Scholastic Strength Is Deep Thinking

You aren't afraid to delve head first into a difficult subject, with mastery as your goal. You are talented at adapting, motivating others, managing resources, and analyzing risk. You should major in: Philosophy Music Theology Art History Foreign language

What Should You Major In?

An Entire Daylight Hour at Kim's

I was spending another whole day at Kim’s place, another channel of surviving from intense boredom and monotony. Mum asked me where would I want to spend my rest of the day and I was given 2 options. One was to tag along with my grandparents in their “visiting-old-folks” activity which was a total tedium. Fancy a 16 year old adolescent tracking an entire bunch of old folks??? My soul is already partially breathing due to what (boredom) I suffered during the holidays and now I got to spend my entire day tagging along old folks…NO THANKS! The next choice was rather relieving, to Kim’s place!!!! Without further hesitation and judgment I make my decision to utilize my time at Kim’s place.

However, I didn’t expect to get my wake up call that early!! My daily routine of waking up usually begins at 10 or 11, but Aunt Stella sent Kimberly to knock and bang on my door *could hear her shrieks and screams* at 9 a.m!!! I was in my dream swimming in a pool of millions of money and all of a sudden some aggravating voice emerged into my dream and woke me up. Grudgingly I woke up and migrated my heavy body into Kim’s Avanza. Next we’re off to her place.

I spotted a slight odor surfaced from Kim, the malodorous smell truly made me stifle. Plus, Kimberly was still in her pajamas, teeth un-brushed, spreading all the virus and bacteria into the atmosphere. My day continued at a nearby bakery. Aunt Stella obliged Kim to accompany me to buy some chocolate cake *Kim was furious as she was in still her pajamas with a hair as messy as a cow barn*. The virus and bacterial spree deteriorate in the present bakery.

We reached Kim’s place and I dash in front of her PC and engaged myself in internet. Kim (still in her pajamas and teeth un-brushed) strolled around every single square-feet of her home with zilch. I played Warcraft: Frozo Throne while Kimberly started to play all her kids game – Sue. Of all the games, she played Sue while Kevin seemed to slot in his gameboy. For myself I would only play Sue if only the world was about to detonate or if only I was given a check of $10, 0000, 00000, due to its IQ-decreasing elements and intense idiocy in Sue.

The clock ticks by no means and soon it was afternoon, I was too lazy to take my bath (took my morning-shower already) but Kim *again* haven’t bathe or sponged down herself since morning. Not forgetting she was still in her pyjamas, testimony that kids are all grubby and dirty. My stomach as demanding for food so Aunt Stella called Pizza Hut delivery service. I realized that the holiday mood really made everyone lethargic and lazy, so pizza delivery service is specially meant for individuals like us.

My eye balls virtually felt off my sockets when I saw the pizza, the dressing wasn’t on the pizza and by appearance the pizza was not in place. Guess that pizza delivery service still has its own consequences… We ordered a regular sized pizza but due to the over sized box the pizza seemed to budge on the way and ended up “broken up”. *Sigh* lunch was served and I indulged myself in Mexican Fiesta Pizza despite the unsatisfactory appearance, it still tasted sumptuous. The grimy spree continued as Kimberly licks all her ten fingers while eating, a human born with unhygienic illness is inoperable.

Table manners are something typical which I expected every single child to know them. But *again* Kimberly just left her plates and utensils unclean on the dining table. I can only express 3 vocabularies: dirty, grubby and filthy. Aunt Stella did complained about the below satisfactory pizza and they decided to sent us another one, the prior is that it was FREE!!!!!!! I was expecting that we will be consuming pizza for the entire day…great.

Kimberly and I made a decision to compete in a game of “Da Club” whereby the owner who earns the most won. Obviously I won with a max profit of RM10, 000++ while Kimberly got bankrupt way earlier...*evil giggles*. She’s a gizmo geek but yet looses almost all the games she played, I made a hypothesis that her brain consists of 98% crap and 2% self-demanding ritzy ness.

I came to a conclusion that Kim is “Smelly Dirty Disgusting Salted-Fish Wannabe Kimberly Lim Ming Li” (I teased her that). And I kept repeating that for zillions of time on my way back home. Did I mention that giving people names is my forte? YES!!! A self-proclaimed genius multi-organism who brags about their IQ level is certainly a bluff (I was pointing accusing fingers to Kim). To determine her state of IQ, I run several experiment.

Q1: I inquire Kim about the definition of IQ.

Kim: ErrrRrr…My teacher hasn’t taught me that. (Intelligent Quotient)

Q2: What’s the middle of pig?

Kim: The pig’s body!!!! (i)

Q3: Which hand do you use to stir a cup of hot coffee?

Kim: The right hand!! (You use a spoon) *Kevin gave the correct answer*

Q4: Read “She sells sea shells by the sea shore”

Kim: See cells sea shells by the she shore yadda yadda yadda.

Based on all the observations and analysis, I conclude that Kimberly obtained an IQ of -150. The hypothesis is accepted. By the way, I’ve spent a whole day at Kim’s place and she was still in her pyjamas, un-bathe.

Tongue Twister - Try Me!

Out in the pasture the nature watcher watches the catches the catcher. While the catcher watches the pitcher who pitches the balls. Whether the temperature’s up or whether the temperature’s down, the nature watcher, the catcher and the pitcher are always around. The pitcher pitches, the catcher catches and the watcher watches. So whether the temperature’s rises or whether the temperature fails the nature watcher just watches then catcher who’s watching the pitcher who’s watching the balls.

Ok, I'm bored xD

Falling

Just let me fall, fall to my death.
But please don't call, for I'm running out of breath.
Don't try to stop me, you've done enough,
just give me that stuff to heal the pain,
to block you from my tortured mind,
to help me forget,
forget we ever met.
You said you love her, and they broke my heart,
now I guess it's time for me to start.
Now I will eat my last meal, make my last "deal",
and now I'm glad that never again will I feel.
So give me more, for I am sore,
sore from all the hurt,
and I will soon be under six feet of dirt.
Now give me more, more,
so I can open the door,

the door that leads to my death.

Now once again, I need more meth,
enough to end this, end my life.
Now give me my knife, so I can slowly bleed,
bleed you away from me.
Now do you see,
do you see how much you meant to me?
But now you're nothing, nothing at all.
Now it's time for me to fall.
Fall to my death.

Shy Love

Continuation of Scene 2

Scene 3: People intend to feel a slight of shyness and mean to feel bashful during of before a relationship. Imagine cheeks blushing and hair turning pink with their hands being on pins and needles, getting nervous every time a magnetic force links their eye sights together. This is the beginning of sweet and innocent love and they’ll be wasting time blushing and feeling shy towards each other. A total diffraction of brave love. Couples engage in this relationship would have an elongated time getting to know each other. Let me explain in a kiddy yet simple matter.

Girl saw boy walking…she screams with joys and blush. Girl starts to follow boy wherever he goes, girl likes boy but doesn’t want to let boy knows in case boy doesn’t like her. Girl lets her friends know about her crush on boy. Boy also liked girl and think that girl is cute…boy also doesn’t want to let girl know. Boy usually been teased by his friends. Boy and girl liked each other but too shy to express their feelings. Boy started his SPM, girl doesn’t think about him anymore. Last day of SPM, girl told boy’s friend about her crush and ask boy’s friend to tell boy. Girl can’t sms boy because boy doesn’t have a handphone. Girl waited patiently for boy’s answer. Before the story ended, boy and girl met each other. Both got shy and nervous and began talking…

Boy: Err…hi!

Girl: Err...hi!

Boy: *Started to feel excited as he saw girl, but was muted as he was too nervous.*

Girl: *Begun to blush and her face turning pink…heart betting vigorously.*

Boy: *He was about to realize it’s his chance to express his feelings, he was about to open his sealed lips*.

Girl: *Girl wants to have a simple conversation with boy but no topics appeared in her brain.*

Both talked: So…

Both talked: You first!

Both talked *again*: I LIKE YOU!!!!

Both talked *shocked*: What??

Boy: I LIKE YOU!!!!!

Girl: *Eyes were shinning and a million smiles on her face* I LIKE YOU TOO!!!

Boy: *Flooded with love* Err…great!!

Boy and girl start to hold each others hands and love started to fill the atmosphere. Although they didn’t talk much, but they managed to express their feelings in a very peculiar way…

Retro iPhone

Just because technology is cutting edge, doesn’t mean that the icon can’t kick it old school. A fully iPhone released by Apple could appear like this before they introduced touch screen technology. Keypads of iPhone may turn out to be the oldies “turn-to-dial” style with a gigantic ear piece if it was to be sold in the old days.

Mini Science Exhibition

I know it’s the holidays but my interest in science doesn’t reach to a full stop. I started to dig through my pictures and discovered loads of pictures taken during our mini science exhibition which leads me to post it on my blog.

Instead of inserting all the pictures which will cause many users to waste precious time waiting for the pictures to load, I decided to revolve them into slideshows.

Heartless Animal Thiefs

Having pets has always been a habit for me, since the day I was born on Earth I had my first dog which accompanied me until I was 7 years old. Since then, my pet dog had been replaced by a whole generations of cats. I always had my own philosophy that states: people whom lived their lives with pets always bear a heart of kindness and compassion. As a matter of fact, it is true. I had 3 new kittens and I posted on this a month previously – Pween, Poing and Proos. At the present my home has been revived with all the cute kittens chasing and dashing around. However, my day has been critically struck by a chain of thunder bolts and all I feel now is rage, anger and depression. My aunty visited us this morning (I wasn’t at home) and took my 2 of kittens away!!!!!!!!

The sadness thing was I cannot simply imagine that my grandparents actually did nothing, merely NOTHING and allowed her snatching away Poing and Proos!!!! I thought for myself, did they do it on purpose or they’re hands were tied making them immobilized at that moment? How in the world could they possibly let my aunty stole my beloved kittens away *shooting walls with machine guns*? I am demanding justice and I would certainly love to bring this case to court on internal family stealing!!!!! So I called my uncle and pour out every single detail about the case, seemed that he understood me. Then uncle called my stealer aunty and insisted her on returning my kittens, and this is the lamest excuse over the 16 years I lived on earth.

She said: “If I returned one of my kittens, the other one will get lonely…

I retorted in my heart: “Then what will happened to my other kittens at home? Say one more word and I’ll stuff a whole tank of shit into your mouth!!!!!”

Here I want to woo people from all walks of life, love your pets and other animals. God’s creation should not be treated in this form of cruelty and wickedness. Instead, they ought to be taken care similarly to us humans with adoration and humanity.

Longest Exam In History

Physics chapter 5: Light is really killing. My partially alive face didn't show up in this picture.

My brain is now 20% alive after what I have undergone for today. The rest of my brain cells are generally lifeless after been used up for my Physics exam today. Duration for the test is not that long; all I did was cracked up my head staring at the lifeless stack of Physics questions with my head generating calculations for approximately 5 hours. I have to repeat again, 5 hours of thinking and brain squeezing in order to finish my paper. All thanks to my Physics tuition teacher, Mr. Chan because he compiled all the 3 section (objective, subjective and essay) into 1 thick set of paper. Or what I called as 3 in 1 for question papers. In addition, I want to take this opportunity to sue Creative tuition centre for the inconvenience or harshly “suffering” I had suffered during the test. Originally the exam room was held in the hall, fully air conditioned and sufficient space. But things didn’t turn out that well according to my expectance. The air conditioner eventually broke down which means all of us in the region of 40 students have to compress ourselves in a rather tiny room *sigh*. Its either the centre was invaded by vice and wickedness or they purposely looked the rooms with bigger capacity. So there was I, sitting beside Bing Min feeling the intense heat as more carbon dioxide was released by the people surrounding me. My brain was already in a state of coma before the test begun plus my eye balls seem to roll out because I didn’t have adequate sleep last night. I did hours of last minute study to brainstorm my paper and not forgetting watching my Korean movie series just to ease up a little (procrastination is really killing, didn’t find it helpful to my last minute study).

The exam started at 12.15 p.m and ended at 4.45 p.m. Fancy how much torture I have gone through today? It really is a nightmare only that this was reality. Essay question truly decapitated me when I saw the lines you are given 2 lenses with the focal length of 40cm and 5 cm respectively, by using the lenses invent your own astronomical telescope and explain. I was already in hell when today approached and now you’re trying to burry me deeper by dumping this question? If it was a compound microscope things would obviously be a relief but hell is hell so I decided to scribble every single English vocabulary that pops into my head. I also had minor problems regarding Archimedes’ principle which gave me quite a big boom in my head.

This is the longest 4 hour 30 minute I had experienced since the day I was born. Killing spree didn’t only slaughter me alone but other students which rarely breathed. However, Yew Kwang (top student of SMK Sg. Tapang) completed his exams in about 3 hours. The guy with a brain engine of 1000, 00 horse power claimed that it’s quite simple *slamming my head speechlessly*. Finally the heavenly moment arrived as I jotted the last dot on my paper, I didn’t even spent any second to recheck as I wanted to escape from hell so badly and put my brain in serenity before it exploded like an atomic bomb. There was still much time to 5 and Mr. Chan gave us his ever-wanted motivation talk to all of us. Trust me, he’s so far the best tuition teacher I’ve ever met, not only his teaching was a great lot of fun but he always remembered to packed us with all the additional knowledge to face our future.

There I remembered a very useful tip, 6 hours sleep per day and a revision from 8 hours are the basics to excellent results for SPM yadda yadda yadda. Something amusing also happened today during our exam. A guy suddenly appeared himself into our class and registered as “new student” for 2007. FYI tomorrow would be our last day for form 4 Physics and that particular fellow only registered himself today. After all I’ve gone through today I expect to get a C or D but in desperate anticipation, a B for my Physics exam. Electrical engineer’s (Mr. Chan’s) questions are renowned because of its intense difficulty.

I craved for chocolates during revision mode, they're simply the best remedy.

Timbaland feat. One Republic - Apologize

I’m holding on your rope
Got me ten feet off the ground
And I’m hearing what you say
But I just can’t make a sound
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down
But wait…
You tell me that you’re sorry
Didn’t think I’d turn around and say…

That it’s too late to apologize, it’s too late
I said it’s too late to apologize, it’s too late

I’d take another chance, take a fall, take a shot for you
And I need you like a heart needs a beat
(But that’s nothing new)
Yeah yeah...

I loved you with a fire red, now it’s turning blue
And you say
Sorry like an Angel Heaven let me think was you,
But I’m afraid

It’s too late to apologize, it’s too late
I said it’s too late to apologize, it’s too late
Woahooo woah

It’s too late to apologize, it’s too late
I said it’s too late to apologize, it’s too late
I said it’s too late to apologize, yeah yeah
I said it’s too late to apologize, a yeah

I’m holding your rope
Got me ten feet off the ground

Are You Rock, paper Or Scissors?

You Are Paper

Crafty and creative, you are able to adapt freely to almost any situation. People tend to underestimate you, unless they've truly seen what you are capable of. Deep down, you're always scheming and thinking up new plans. Your mind is constantly active. You are quite capable of anything you dream of. You can always figure out a way to get what you want. You can wrap a rock person up in your sheet of trickery. A scissor person can sneak up and cut you to pieces. When you fight: No one can anticipate your next move If someone makes you mad: You'll attack them mercilessly when they're unprepared

Are You Rock, Paper, or Scissors?

If You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine

Virus, Worms, Treats!!! *SCREAM*

An infected notebook can seriously be a tragic and disastrous case for a blogger. Some weird “worm” or virus has invaded my notebook through some unknown way that is undetectable by notebook. My Kaspersky Anti-Virus 6.0 badly needs an upgrade to prevent my notebook from deteriorating. Below is the message that usually *POP* out from no where whenever a pen drive or thumb drive is plugged into my notebook. It gravely *POP* every second like nobody business and the worst case is it doesn’t seem to vanish *anger building in my head*. Plus, there is this loud shrieking sound at any time a virus or treat is detected. Fancy how my notebook seems to scream its heart out all the time?? I’m finding the perfect time to send my notebook for formatting or mending before I bang it and smash it into pieces because I’m not at all a person with much patience.

File F:/MicrosoftPowerPoint.exe: detected virus ‘Worm. Win32. Muha.a’ User: YEB8203N00107/PPSMI Phase V, computer: localhost.

My Place

Time pass very fast
It's run and run
Leave the weak behind
The strong chase after it
The smarts catch it
The genius know where it will go and run to that place before it come
And the fool one ride it
Ride it without know it's destination
Ride it without know her own place to go
Ride it without has a place to go
With emptiness and loneliness
Ride it to find a place
A place to go...
A place with people that want her to be...
A place to call "My Place"

Significant Of B.I.T.C.H

Felicia send me this message that day, I would like to comment it “simple” and “meaningful”. *Nodding my head* this truly significant message is about the immoral or rather offensive word – BITCH. People had been a little misunderstood this term; the fact is this word is actually an abbreviation. Now observe and please put tooth picks between your eye balls if you wish.

B – Beautiful
I – Intelligent
T – Talented
C – Creative
H - Honest

Upper Level Essay Competition

I joined our schools upper level essay writting competition organised by the English Club and sent my entries a few weeks back there. Joy seem to filled my soul when the principle announced that I actually won the competition. I wasn't that pleased with my essay as it was a last minute story. Anyway here's how it goes...

When there's a will, there's a way

I took a sip of my favourite mocha chocolate ice-blended, such a sigh of relaxation and pleasure after a long day of monotonous work. The July sunlight gently kissed my cheeks as I gazed upon the vivid yet friendly orange sky. At that moment I knew that Clair was smiling at me.

My friends were often worried about me after I lost Clair. “After going through such a horrible tragedy, how does it feel to see your dreams come true?” “A horrible tragedy?” I spoke to myself as the memories were still fresh in my mind. “This is not a tragedy, it is a dream come true” I thought myself.

Back in the years, I was always being pointed as the rotten vegetable in my family. I often do things no other siblings in my family would actually do. Although I was from a ideal and perfect family background whereby both of my parents were successful and prestigious business people, I never seem to bother about striving hard or even have a slight thought about my future. Everything I do is always wrong and far beyond perfectness. Despite of my impatient and obstinate attitude, Clair was always beside me to prop up and motivate me in every single thing I do. “When there’s a will, there’s a way” this phrase always hangs in my strong-headed mind of mine.

Clair was my closest cousin I consider in my family; she was a strikingly attractive girl with long jet-black hair and a face of an angel. Her smile often dances in motionless dance steps following everywhere she goes, chasing away all my gloomy and murky days. Clair loves nothing more than swimming or head to the movies with me during weekends. One evening, we decided to go for a swim in a nearby swimming pool. The weather was painted with forget-me-not blue and it was just perfect for a swim.

All of a sudden, I saw Clair gasping helplessly for air. Without any proper thoughts, I jumped into the clear water and pulled her out of the water. Her condition was not that please as her face was totally faded white and she looked very pale. Soon, Clair was sent to the hospital for further check-up. The shock was therefore numbing when doctor claimed that she was diagnosed with liver cancer. Even more so when doctors revealed that the cancer was life-threatening.

My frail heart was broken to into million pieces of glasses. “How could this be? Why! WHY!!!” I shouted with tears flowing down my cheeks from my deep heart core. But Clair’s fighting spirit and perseverance helped her beat the grim of prognosis, just as it helped her endure the treatment that soon began. The chemo wound up shrinking Clair’s tumors. By the time she finished the treatment, the result was clearly miraculously. There was almost no sign of cancer! Once again she proved me that there will always be a shining opening if you have the will to carry on. Sooner, Clair returned to school like any ordinary girl.

Unfortunately, the young girl’s reprieve was short-lived. A few months after her recovery from cancer, came the devastating news that Clair’s cancer had returned. As a friend I comforted and relieved her emotions, cancer is not like any other life-threatening sickness, it does not kill directly but changes one’s personality before it strikes. Realizing how much precious everyday now was, I suggested that our family to go for a vacation to Japan since it was a place where Clair would love to go. But she said no. “I’ve traveled enough.” she told me. “Let other unlucky children go instead.” Her words were scrawny, yet her spirit was as strong as a fighting warrior. What amazes me was the girl seemed remarkably at peace and delight with her fate. Never did she said “Why me?” Instead it was I who would shed tears and break down. The picture of I loosing Clair was really excruciating. To comfort me, Clair would say, “It’s OK, look at my smile.” And there she was smiling and spreading the sweetness of her angelic smile.

Clair took her last breath several months later. The spirit and boundless strength of determination kept Clair alive after the date doctors predicted. I had ask all her friends and family members to wear blue, Clair’s favourite colour, to the funeral. I was rather pleased that everyone attended Clair’s funeral looked there was a sea of blue. Numb and grief, I prayed to God that Clair will be blessed and be in the midst of serenity in heaven. Unnoticed, I began weeping ceaselessly. Each morning I woke up shattered by Clair’s death, the words reverberated in my mind. Clair is gone. I even hear myself saying, “The best time of my life will be when I leave this world and join Clair.”

Time passes by hastily, waiting for no one. Now I’ve already graduated from university (Taylor’s College). It was once a place where Clair and I promised to continue our studies there together. I kept my word, to enjoy and strived hard to live life to its fullest, just as Clair told me a long time ago. That is why I decided to create a legacy to Clair that would help other cancer patients battling cancer. I have already had the intension to lend my helping to cancer patients and at the same time spreading awareness of cancer so that children or other unfortunate may experienced the same live as Clair – to appreciate life. Thus, I made my decision to establish the “Clair Order Fund”, which would help and support cancer research.

For the first time since the lost of Clair, I felt as though my life had a crystal-clear purpose. I had already walked through darkness and nightmares, now all I wanted was to carry my goal of raising money that would go to support cancer research. I had seen how cancer had given me deeper insight into life, and witnessed how Clair transformation into a person who cares a lot, now it was my time to act. I held my pen and start scrawling my diary. “I promised you I will carry on the work I started because you told me that when there’s a will there’s a way, and I believe it. My sweet Clair, thank you.”

Years passed by and the “Clair Order Fund” had been a great success. At the time I started, my goal was only RM100, 000. But now, the number had increase and we manage to accumulate up to RM400, 000. It was undoubtedly a great achievement not only for me but for Clair. Just after I give a talk on cancer in Kuala Lumpur last week, I was interviewed by Majalah 3, a television talk show.

When I gather my family and watch the programme later, I was stunned to see myself speaking clearly and without hesitation. All this while, I was always unable to overcome my awkwardness in front of people. I knew the words had come out naturally this time because I spoke out of my love for Clair.
Once, I attended a memorial for parents who lost either their son or daughters to cancer. It was rather depressing to see such sum of people who experienced the same situation as me. When it was my turn to speak, I would pour out every single word clearly to win admiration from the grief stricken parents by saying, “I once had a very close cousin, named Clair. She left me sobering alone in the dark before but now I stand up and continue to celebrate her life.”

And here I am now still drinking my mocha-chocolate ice-blended from the tip of the straw, indulging my life in serenity and memoirs of the past as my ipod sings melodically and lyrically. “There can be miracle when you believe, though hope is frail, its hard to deal, who knows what miracle you can achieve, when you believe somehow you will, you will when you believe…

(1345 words)

Damn!! SPM Already

Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia (SPM) begun on last 12 October, which means its dooms day for all form 5 candidates. Sadly I’ll have to face it as well sooner or later.

 

Fancy how can they survive a whole month of burying themselves in thick text books and numerous calculations *brain ache*. Anyway, I would like to wish all the best to all my seniors and friends. Special luck to everyone.

 

Soon it’s my turn =S

Sickening Fever

My health has been negatively pretentious for the last 2 days. I have been suffering from pyrexia, and archaically known as ague, meaning fever (I had search through the internet for that definition). This is my first time being struck by this disease for the current year; all has been well until it invaded my health for the previous 2 days. Look at the bright side; I got the chance to escape from boredom and monotony in school *evil giggles*. I’ve done 48 hours of entire relaxation and health maintenance whereas all my other friends have to comprehend Miss Tho’s whines and grumbles about our science project. Well, she can’t really put all the blame on us for our belatedness; it’s the teacher’s fault that she instructed us on our science project on the eleventh-hour.

By the way, I can clearly envisage the soulless looks on my friends’ face, staring and barely paying much attention to Mdm. Dayang as she carry on our form 5 Mathematics (Talking about pre-preparation for next year’s syllabus). As a short conclusion, I can state that my fever eventually brings pros to me. From the basis, you can all see I’m still in high spirit and perseverance to type such a endless post.

However I’ve been obliged to consume yucky and awful, white tablets a.k.a panadols every after-meals. I simply have an aversion to take bitter medications, I believe in natural healing and instant revival. Plus, I failed to tang much flavour on my food due to the sickening fever. Fever is an increase in internal body temperature to levels that are above normal body temperature and I simply can’t relate it to tongue-tasting-malfunction. Panadols didn’t revitalize my taste buds and my bulls-eye eggs with hot coco appear to be insipid or “dead”. It is said that fever differs from hypothermia, which is an increase in body temperature over the body's thermoregulatory set-point (due to excessive heat production or insufficient thermoregulation, or both), but I do feel freezing cold most of the time. Thus, I drag my comforter with sweaters wrapped around my body to keep the temperature up. In addition to my sufferings, I can hardly get up from my bed for day 1 for the reason my brain is spinning hastily and everything is upside down.

I’m not hundred percent devoted to the old tradition life style, but grandma said that people who is sick needs to take bath in herb water. Herb water??? My brain is now visualizing a bucket of greenish, reeking water with excessive leafs and roots floating on the surface water *gross*. Wishes come true and so do random thoughts. My thoughts on the “herb water” issue appear to be partially real, only better. The water in the pail is dirty-green in colour with leafs floating and smells foully. Nothing can be done and I finally took my bath with herb water because grandma said that it cures faster in this way *vegetable smell evaporating into the atmosphere*. I didn’t recall anything about aids of herb water in human healing.

Mom made Chinese spaghetti that night with mushrooms, chicken slices and cheese (it’s a little imperfect since there is no tomato paste). It taste great anyway, I got to experience the life of a king thanks to this fever *Hahahahaha*. With every single thing taken care of, I barely need to move a single muscle. The best part is, my brain can finally rest as revision is not needed. My list of house chores can also be crumpled and dumped into the rubbish bin, only that I need to prepare my own breakfast since mom and dad are out. Fever is bad in the sense that it’s not that bad (if you get what I meant).

Azureen: I’m not feeling well these few days

Me: Are you serious?? I’m having fever too for the past 2 days, it’s like we’re spiritually identical twins!!

Azureen: Yeah! I’m having fever and critical cough here. Maybe you and I are un-identical twins. Hahahahaha…

Me: Cool, we do have similarities. You have the look of a pure Chinese. Plus your two big teeth in front, you’re short (not that I’m a shortie, only because I’m not considered tall). Lastly, we suffer from the same fever at the same time!!! Hello Twin!!!

Azureen: Hahahahaha… Its rather weird and funny la. I’m very sick but I still went to school today. By the way, it’s my last day of school.

2 sick people. Hah!

Folly in St. Mary

I bumped into a conversation with my cousin Seraphina today, and after I heard the gossip, I want to publish this news to the “America’s Funniest News” (Not home video since it is theoretical and orally). If there is such reality show, I guess I would have a big chance to run for a million dollars. So, to be different from other typical bloggers, I decided to acquaint the news in a little addition of dialogue form.

Seraphina: Do you have any idea what’s wrong with St. Mary’s school teachers???

Me: *Anxious* What???

Now you see, there has always been this combat or conflict between the St. Theresa and the St. Mary students, so whatever my cousin is going to discharge out later would certainly WON’T BE ANYTHING NICE. Moreover, she’s a Theresian.

Seraphina: *Pouring out everything* they’re like the stupidest beings on earth who doesn’t know how to calculate perimeter!!!

Me: What!!! Seriously??? Perimeter???? You’re telling me that teachers in St. Mary don’t know how to calculate perimeter???

My brain is currently thinking, in the process of recalling the time I learned perimeter. Ah! I actually learned that topic since primary 4. And now Sera is telling me that a Math teacher who is much older *suppose to be educated* than me have no idea how to do question regarding perimeter???? It’s not only unexplainable, it is literally impossible!!! But things just seem to have happened in that manner.

Seraphina: SERIOUSLY!!! Not exactly ALL, but the dumb teacher who’s teaching my sis…*sigh*

(Engielista interrupting defending the dumb teachers who have zero idea in calculating perimeter)

Here’s one of the excellent students in St. Mary who seemed to be showing loyalty and faithfulness towards the school. Even though she has been taught by a teacher who is “smart” enough to have zero knowledge in perimeter, she still insisted to protect her beloved teacher. How touching….Dear Engielista, wake up!!! Your teacher is stupidifying the whole class!!! *mind my innovative invention in English Vocabularies*

Seraphina: Shut up!! St. Mary’s SUCKS!!!!!

Me: OMG!!! This is damn hilarious man!!! I simply can’t believe it *expressing laughter*

Seraphina: Oh, moreover those pathetic teachers even got the question and discussed it with other teachers…And guess what?? NO ANSWERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

One teacher who doesn’t know how to solve a primary school maths question is already considered dumb, now you’re telling me that a bunch of teacher discussing that particular question and yet NOT GETTING ANY ANSWERS is what I called “the end of the world for the Marians”.

Me: *Things just persist on getting hilarious* Goodness gracious, is this an application of idiocy in the society or what!!

Seraphina: Plus!!!! *Drum rolls* It’s a perimeter of a square!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ain’t that amusing…

Me: (I am dumb-struck and speechless to hear the news) SHOOT ME WITH LAUGHTER!!!!!!

A square is a shape with all sides the same, which means we can just solve the so-called “unsolvable” question by adding all the sides in order to get the perimeter, SIMPLE!!! I think there is no one in this world that cannot possibly solve that pitiful math question; it’s a primary school level which means I only have to use 0.000000001% of my brain to think. Wait!!! I can’t use the term “think”, more to “look at the question”. *Sigh*

It's just a drama, no offence to any school teachers.

Jordin Sparks - Tattoo

Oh oh oh

No matter what you say about love
I keep coming back for more
Keep my hand in the fire
Sooner or later I get what I’m asking for

No matter what you say about life
I learned every time I bleed
The truth is stranger
Soul is in danger I gotta let my spirit be free
To admit that I’m wrong and then change my mind
Sorry but I have to move on and leave you behind

I can’t waste time so give it a moment
I realized nothings broken
No need to worry about everything I’ve done
Live every second like it was my last one
Don’t look back got a new direction
I loved you once needed protection
You’re still a part of everything I do
You’re on my heart just like a tattoo
Just like a tattoo
I’ll always have you (I’ll always have you)

*I’m* Sick of playing all these games
It’s not about taking sides
When I looked in the mirror didn’t deliver
It hurt enough to think that I could stop
Admit that I’m wrong and then change my mind
Sorry but I’ve gotta be strong and leave you behind


I can’t waste time so give it a moment
I realized nothings broken
No need to worry about everything I’ve done
Live every second like it was my last one
Don’t look back got a new direction
I loved you once needed protection
You’re still a part of everything I do
You’re on my heart just like a tattoo
Just like a tattoo
I’ll always have you (I’ll always have you)

If I live every moment
Won’t change any moment
Still a part of me in you
I will never regret you
Still the memory of you
Marks everything I do, oh

I can’t waste time so give it a moment
I realized nothings broken
No need to worry about everything I’ve done
Live every second like it was my last one
Don’t look back got a new direction
I loved you once needed protection
You’re still a part of everything I do
You’re on my heart just like a tattoo
Just like a tattoo

I can’t waste time so give it a moment
I realized nothings broken
No need to worry about everything I’ve done
Live every second like it was my last one
Don’t look back got a new direction
I loved you once needed protection
You’re still a part of everything I do
You’re on my heart just like a tattoo
Just like a tattoo
I’ll always have you

Brave Love

Continuation of Scene 1:

Scene 2: As we all know, guys or males will usually make their first move before starting a relationship. However, in this era of modernization things seem to oppose the old norm. Girls in form 1 start to take an earlier action and “chase” after guys whom are good looking, or rather they just want to be bitchy and show off to their friends about their boy friends. I mean in terms of gender, females seem to be gaining courage and bravery more compared to us males DESPITE THEIR YOUNG AGE!!!!!!

This is what I categorized as daring and brave LOVE. Since I am a prefect, I got the chance to put full observation on what’s happening during the process of this “love hunting” thing. Love letters can be easily found in rubbish bins of locker and even books. *You have to understand that this is observably the cheap or rather economical way to illustrate their love to guys*. An additional approach is definitely by SMS, I cannot deny how technology has helped us in our modern world. Even “love” needs high-tech gadgets to be transferred. Of course these are only the few simple techniques that I usually come across to.

Simple & Real Friends

a simple friend has never seen you cry,
a real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears.

a simple friend doesn’t know your parents’ first name,
a real friend has their phone numbers in his address book.

a simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party,
a real friend comes early to help you cook and clean.

a simple friend despises it when you call after he has gone to bed.
a real friend asks you why you took so long to call.

a simple friend seeks to talk with about his problems,
a real friend seeks to help you with your problems.

a simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument,
a real friend knows that it is not friendship until you’ve had a fight.

a simple friend expects you to always be there for him,
a real friend expects to always be there for you.

this thought is just for those who knows me,
remember that real friendship is the true one.

Simple Nuggets

6.20 p.m, I ate my early dinner and got ready for additional maths tuition. Despite my providential condition that I’m officially freed from exams, I insisted to attend my last tuition class. Ok, things don’t really turn out that well as they were NO FOOD in the kitchen!!!! Combat began to occur in my stomach as it demands for food. Due to insufficient time, I finally decided to go hunt in my refrigerator for food and nuggets are the only thing left, since it was the easiest and most convenient food to cook.

Step 1: Take it out from the refrigerator.

Step 2: Defrost it in the microwave oven.

Step 3: Lay the pan and in goes the oil.

Step 4: Dump the nuggets in and watch them fry.

Step 5: Take them out and add ketchup or mayonnaise.

Step 6: Stuff them in your starving stomach.

6 trouble-free steps to save your ravenously hungry stomach. I would like to express my full gratitude towards the person who invented nuggets; the world is much simpler with nuggets I would say.

Cheater ALERT!!!

There was always a saying “Liar liar pants on fire”. In fact, there is going to be a certain individual who will suffer from this sort of combustion. Let the picture do the talking and observe. This is what happened during our year-end Moral test; some girl in our class had actually chose the “easy” or “short-cut” way to excel in Moral. From my analysis, SHE COPIED MORAL DEFINITION ON TINY PIECES OF PAPER AND STUFF IT IN HER PENCIL CASE!!!!! This is rather a humiliation or embarrassing thing to do as a science student!!!! I mean, what is the significance of obtaining good grades in Moral through the “cheater” method!!!! Thank God she was spotted and her picture was taken by Jemuel using his Motorola ROKR hand phone (by the way, its illegal to bring hand phones…who cares). So, I’m posting this post to revive all human beings who had “polluted” and “contaminated” brain!!!

ALERT!!! ALERT!!!!

Insufficient Memory Space

Human-killing examinations are finally over, so let’s PARTY!!!! Like I always said there’s always a “but” in life, nothing could be 100% perfect. The word “PARTY” here also has the same significance based on the following equation: after-exams = 98% freedom + party + fun. Now, where did the 2% went??? Clearly it had been subtracted by “paper-returning” procedures. I

got my history paper back today and it was like shit *mind my language*. Paper 2 was fine, I got 90% but I only got 73% for paper 1!!!!!! I totally despise objective questions which require students to darken their answers, subjective or essays were way much easier. At the end of the day I ended up with a pitiful 82% - A1 for my history. I'm demanding a better A1 here. I need an addition of 50 terabytes memory to save in a whole load of history facts you know!!!!! If only there was a “brain-memory upgrade” whatever device…