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.