Roti Canai

Question: Does beef curry diluted in plain water taste good on Roti Canai?

My ravenously starving stomach was demanding for food, my enzymes were all prepared to undergo digestion at the same time. I was too lazy to interrupt my reading on the latest issue of Reader’s Digest thus I request dad to prepare some dinner for me. Great, dad got some frozen roti canai from the refrigerator and reheated the curry for me. Traditional Indian roti canai has always been one of my desired dishes and I was expecting the very best of it. However, I nearly vomited as I took my first bite. The roti canai was moderately okay BUT the curry appeared to be extremely diluted with chunks of curry floating on the surface of the curry (I assumed dad added water while reheating the curry). 

Where’s a mother when I desperately needed one?

Answer: “Starvation” would have been appetizing compared to such gross meal…

Electricity Matter

Jemuel claims that "lights" are more important than "fans & microwave oven"

The electricity experienced a sudden short circuit again during our Physics class. Mr. Gindui was about to demonstrate an experiment on “Interference Pattern of Water Waves” but then the ripple tank couldn’t be set due to the absence of electricity. 

Students begun to obliterate the intense heat by fanning themselves using Physics text books or notebooks, even the teacher himself was grumbling that he couldn’t show any further explanations using him laptop. I was pouring all gripes and tantrum to Jemuel about the extremely “frosty” condition. I assumed the principle must have been escaping from mountains of unpaid electricity bills.

I had a conversation with Jemuel regarding electrical appliances. I listed 2 most important electrical house hold products to be the “fan” and “microwave oven”. Jemuel oppose by stating that “lights” are more important. 

My corpuscle needs ventilation and food, compared to scorching light. Jemuel contended back by saying God created the light first. “Light is important, but its significant in daily life cannot exceed the usage of fan and microwave oven” I said so.

Kes Kehilangan Kanak-Kanak

I completed my group discussion topic on “Kes Kehilangan Kanak-Kanak”. Since each group is only required to present 1 point (isi), this is what I wrote.

Faktor yang menyumbang kepada kes kehilangan kanak-kanak yang kian berleluasa ini adalah kerana kecuaian ibu bapa. Dalam era globalisasi ini, kebanyakan ibu bapa lebih bersikap materialistik dan hanya berkiblatkan kepada nilai wang dan kekayaan. Pada hemat saya, taraf hidup manusia yang semakin meningkat pada dewasa ini mengakibatkan kebanyakan ibu bapa berasa tertekan. Kesannya, ibu bapa akan memberi sepenuh perhatian ke atas kerjaya masing-masing agar mampu menampung kehidupan mereka di samping menubuhkan institusi keluarga yang bahagia. Namun begitu, golongan ibu bapa yang dikategorikan sebagai “masyarakat moden” ini telah mengabaikan elemen yang paling penting dalam atma seseorang individu iaitu kasih sayang. Natijahnya, anak-anak akan dihantar ke pusat jagaan atau diletakkan di bawah jagaan penjaga dan pembantu rumah. Malah, segelintir ibu bapa yang kerap berpersatuan akan membiarkan kanak-kanak bersendirian di rumahnya. Hakikatnya, anak-anak ini terdedah kepada ancaman penculik khasnya dari pendatang asing tanpa izin (PATI) kerana tahap keselamatan pada mutakhir ini semakin buruk. Hal ini kerana, kebanyakan penculik menculik kanak-kanak untuk dijual atau dijadikan pengemis dengan memotong anggota badan mereka. Contohnya, Nurin Jazlin Jazimin, 8 tahun telah hilang apabila dia pergi ke pasar malam secara bersendirian. Akhirnya, mayat si kecil ini dijumpai di dalam sebuah beg sukan dan mangsa dipercayai didera secara seksual. Sementelahan itu, kehilangan Sharlinie Mohammad Nasyar, 5 tahun yang telah hilang baru-baru ini turut mendapat perhatian daripada masyarakat dan media massa. Kes-kes ini sebenarnya merupakan manifestasi daripada sikap ibu bapa yang cuai dan tidak bertanggungjawab. Pendek kata, kecuaian ibu bapa merupakan punca utama kepada kehilangan kanak-kanak yang serius bagai cendawan tumbuh selepas hujan.

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Chemistry & Graffiti

Artwork by Me, Jemuel, Jing Hao & Nicole

Chemistry was such a bore, after doing some boorish experiment on rate of reaction I soon found myself doodling. Well, I can’t be blamed since the experiment was too child-like and my group managed to finish it in seconds including the recording data sequence.

The Spring

After feeling deprived from The Spring for practically a week I managed to pace into the main gates of the fabulous building *finally…outpouring joy and gladness*. Dad circled his automobile for approximately 30 minutes before he could get a parking place. A one floor parking lot seriously caused many drawbacks to drivers especially one’s whom do not hold a great deal of endurance and patience. I leaved testimony on my furious anger as I spotted a Proton Wira that occupied 2 parking spaces!!! How pathetic of the idiot driver to park exactly between 2 parking spaces, not using his wretched pea-sized brain to figure out how much drivers were already loosing their temper searching for valuable parking spaces!!!!! There was a fantastic pool with “plates” moving up and down, and the elegance of clean water streaming down in a straight vertical motion. The first shop I dashed into was Quiksilver & Roxy, digging through pricey surf pants and flip-flops. I imagined myself consuming bare grass for the next 2 months if I had bought myself a pair of Quiksilver surf pants… how pitiful.

I entered Esprit and found myself searching attires for my mum, I had no intention to get myself tees thus I dedicated my time lurking through female clothing. Imagine a simple jacket can actually blaze a whole sum of RM400++?? My mum was most excited when she saw Nose, heels…pumps and heaps of bags. We wasted almost 45 minutes excavating the whole load of shoes and bags and ended up empty handed…*sigh*. Why do ladies love wasting hours of time searching for heels and nags and lastly ended up nothing? Then my mum proclaimed that the hundreds of cash she spent in Miri last holiday on heels and bags is sufficient for the new year…*even more sweats*. I even scrutinize a pair of RM60++ Nose earrings, akin to a pair of typical stones painted silver with a label “Nose” *sigh*. I saw my ex swimming instructor standing in front of Prima Vera, soon my dad was engaged with him in their tête-à-tête…did I mentioned that Prima Vera is owned by my ex swimming instructor??? *how despicable*.

I transmute myself into vapour and evaporated into Factory Outlet Store (F.O.S). There were like clusters of Ah Liens and Ah Bengs having their annual conference in side there, not forgetting a myriad of W (Weirdies) series and DD (dark dark) series of humans. I spent RM59.80 on a few leather bracelets and socks. The F.O.S bottle was gorgeous but alas…dad wouldn’t allow me to spend over a hundred just for the sake of the bottle. Parkson was tremendous, the first thing I saw were a row of Crocs!! Comes in a variation of colours and styles, and I simply fell in love with them *Jemuel and Seraphina must be hurling curses at me*. I got myself Charges pants plus other attires which I didn’t remember precisely and ended up burning RM90.80 from my wallet. I saw a pair of silver lining shoes from some anonymous Italian brand, only cost RM122.30 after discount!!!!! But mum forbid me to buy it since I just got my pair of Alfio Raldo shoes for RM110.90 (I wonder why did I blaze cash on those leather shoes).

There were other great outlets as well like Levi’s, K2Factory, Valentino, Lee Cooper, Habib Jewellery, The Watch Shop, Memory Lane, Giordano, Body Glove, Vincci, Guess, etcetera. Thank to God I finally found a place to smoulder in great items. Also, there were uncountable friends and acquaintances here at The Spring. I met Jason and his brother at Quiksilver, Lynn accompanied by her mother at Lee Cooper, Sharon and her family at the children section, Ee Ka with his gang at Parkson, Kong Fatt, Kian Kuat and Larry Bong and zillion more peoples.

Starbucks and Sushi King were lodged with humans, after existing in Kuching for 17 years a miracle happened. NO MORE WAITING FOR MONTHS FOR A VACATION TO KL JUST FOR SUSHI KING AND STARBUCKS *Praise the Lord!!* The Manhattan Fish Market would also be opening soon and I predict that 50% of Sushi King and Starbucks customers would sore into it. Kluang Station wasn’t that satisfying, not only was the food expensive, the taste didn’t seem to convince my taste buds as well.

My bill ended with a total of RM156.60 after a couple of hours in The Spring, thanks to Dad’s glorious credit card I managed to save quite a lot in my budget.

I’m currently broke!!! I’ll be living in extreme poverty for a period of time after spending RM446.60 (including my RM290.00 spectacles) in just 2 Saturdays…

What Drink Are You?

You Are a Bloody Mary

You're a fairly serious drinker who's experimented a lot with different drinks. You know what you like to drink, but you're not a snob. You'll drink anything in a pinch. You're a drunk, but you are a stable drunk. You don't ever let your drinking get out of control. You're the one who keeps everyone levelheaded, even if you've had the most to drink.

What Mixed Drink Are You?

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Girls & Nail Lacquer

I came across a debate with Vicky on the subject of “nail lacquer” during Add Maths tuition. As usual I arrived approximately half an hour early in order to hog the second row seats during Add Maths tuition and my eyes stood stationary at a cluster of Vicky’s girlfriends painting or rather “vandalizing” their nails. 

Vicky was applying fluorescent pink to her nails, Diana searching for black and lastly Xin Ni was painting her nails midnight blue. Extremely vibrant and super contra colours almost zap through my retina causing it to be blurry especially during periods of me doing A.P & G.P. Painting nails every Monday is customary to Vicky and her gang of nail lacquer addict freaks.

Why do girls burn their money for nail vandalizing? I need a solid answer.

Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - Your Guardian Angel

When I see your smile
tears roll down my face
I can't replace.

And now that I'm strong I have figured out
how this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul,
and I know ill find deep inside me, I can be the one.

I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all,
even if saving you sends me to heaven.

It's ok. it's ok. it's ok.
Seasons are changing and waves are crashing
and stars are falling all for us
days grow longer and nights grow shorter
I can show you I'll be the one.

I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever.
I'll be there for you through it all,
even if saving you sends me to heaven.

Cause you're my
you're my
my true love
my whole heart
please don't throw that away.

Cause I'm here, for you
please don't walk away and
please tell me you'll stay, stay...

Use me as you will
pull my strings just for a thrill
and I know ill be okay
though my skies are turning gray.

I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
even if saving you sends me to heaven.

I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
even if saving you sends me to heaven.

Biology and The Heart

Jemuel brought a chicken’s heart yesterday for Biology, still wet and bloody wrapped in a bundle of tissue paper. Biology was the period after recess, thus resulted my friends and I smelling putrid blood during the classes before it *pukes and vomits*. Miss Dayang informed each group to bring goat’s heart for an experiment regarding Chapter 1: The structure of the heart, but where on earth are we going to obtain a goat’s heart?? There are 2 option, one was to sneak into Alice Jong’s house to get a goat and wrecked its heart out (her dad is some sort of farm animal dealer) or to waste our pocket money and get a goat just for the heart. Obviously both methods appeared to be meaningless and stupid… so we decided to replace a goat with a chicken’s heart (doesn’t make much difference since both animals have a heart, LOL)

The ventricles of the heart were cut from the bottom into 2 halves horizontally. The heart was cut along from the left to the right and I honestly tell you the job of cutting the walls of the atria wasn’t an easy work. Next, we have to cut the atria into 2 halves to observe the bicuspid and tricuspid valves and the ventral halves of the atria were removed. The aorta was sliced open in order to identify the semi-lunar valves. After the dissection was complete, I grabbed this golden opportunity and did a little incision or “experimenting” the heart by my own. I appeared akin to a zealous-mad scientist slashing and gashing while scrutinizing the specimen.

Child Abduction

After the dismay case of Nurin Jazlin Jazimin whom was sexually abused before her death, here comes another similar case on the disappearance of a 5 year old girl, Sharlinie Mohamad Nashar. Malaysians are currently loosing the most crucial element of a human’s life – Morality and Love. In September, Nurin’s dead body was found naked stuffed in a gym bag after being sexually abused… it was only less than a year and now another innocent child is left astray somewhere in a fraction of this world. According to the papers Sharlinie went missing on Wednesday from a playground near her house, and her sister claims that she saw a woman dragging Sharlinie into a black car. Many speculations and investigations have been made on her claims and yes…people are turning insane nowadays.

Another tragedy like Nurin’s case certainly cannot be repeated and I can sense how the government handles this issue…Sharlinie's disappearance was front page news Friday in all newspapers, English language Star and the New Straits Times devoted four pages to the news. The interesting is that Dad even received an MMS with Sharlinie’s face on it, not forgetting the myriad numbered commercials showing on television screens and the recent Interpol help. Deputy Tourisms Minister Donald Lim Siang Chai even offered a big sum of money to anyone with information leading to her safe return.

Malaysia is desperately in need for CSI members.

I'm a STALKER!!

I'm an average student by day and a riotous stalker by night, but the customary of time turning in Mother Nature seemed to diverge from my regular basis thus I decided to stalk innocent students in the daylight!

My first victim was my friend Wan Fang, the class nerd and top student appeared in front of the school foyer with a hand of chicken rice.

Next was a neckless obese individual, Franchisca...leisurely strolling with her eyes gazing at Cristy (the bigger version of her body size)

Vivi & Clarence were standing motionless on the top floor, the aura of lesbianism twirling and circling the atmosphere(IT'S BOGUS!!!).

Felicia was walking towards her mum's Kenari, with a fluorescent pink Body Glove bag. Note that she is holding a "grandmother" bag.

My day reached a full stop as I myslef was stalked by Felicia (talking about revenge). Picture above shows a Hansley preventing himslef by the blazing sunlight while walking back with Alicia

Dead End for a Blogger

Cindy look soo emo after a slight touch of photo editing (PS: No innocent child was harmed during this photo shoot)

3 weeks has passed since the first day of school, I’m still in a dilemma on whether to transfer or not. It’s a critical year and I’ve finally made up my mind to rebel the intense control from my parents. Obliging me to attend a “school” which is completely similar to the deathly abyss of hell and wasted 4 years is way over my patience. I started discussing tolerantly with my parents but they don’t seem to show any positive sign or whatsoever. Instead, the self-proclaimed perfectionist voodoo doll dad persists on making stories about my notorious behavior in school in front of my unstoppable gripping machine mother. Thus, I am here dumped into the valley of death with literally no way to go.

What my future holds is a huge query for me, in this critically significant year what I must accomplished is to get good grades for my SPM. I shifted all the school problems to the extremity of my brain; thinking about it will only lead me to devastating brain dysfunction. Going back at 4.00, I shall fully utilize my time wisely and practically. Instead of procrastinating and being an indolent individual, I must now lug all my homework and reference books to my dad’s table and develop into a nerd.

I shall return back in the future and set my school in flames and inferno.

My Blog is 62% Good 38% Evil

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Punk in My Book

I was once again uttering futile words to myself as I faced boredom during EST…fancy students learning English double times in a week? What is the matter with our Education Ministry? However, that’s not the focal point of my post. So, I tore a page in my exercise book and began my doodling job.

I started moving my hands and doodle the words “PUNK”, not that I’m a punkish individual but just for the basis of satisfying my skills in art and graphic – Punk in My Book.

Bratz

The Bratz girls—Yasmin (Nathalia Ramos), Jade (Janel Parrish), Cloe (Skyler Shaye) and Sasha (Logan Browning) - have been best friends forever and even made a pinky promise to always stick together. But when they become students at Carry Nation High School, they find that social cliques -- and the domineering school president, Meredith -- are determined to tear them apart! Even though they love following their own dreams, the girls really miss each other. Before long, they realize they can pursue their own passions and be friends, so they set out to end peer pressure forever. Through song, dance, and, of course, fashion, they teach the whole school the true meaning of empowerment, honesty, and most importantly, friendship.

Got this movie from Seraphina. Not bad

Death & Torment

Death evokes vividly in my mind,
repelling all happiness,
only death and torment,
from the abyss.

My attempt to feel emo

No More Tears

"And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears. And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears." 

— Mumford & Sons

School Sucks

I’m asserting my anger and grudge with conflagration blazing in all directions after my 6 days of form 5 school life. Torture and unspeakable torment I had been suffering nearly caused me a permanent brain mar. It’s certainly not an exaggeration if I state that my principle still continues her routine in torturing and abusing students. Fancy going back at school at 4.00 p.m every single day (she forced all students to take up 3 co-curriculum activities, for each day and Thursday is just for the sake of keeping us in school). Due to that, I have to cancel all afternoon tuition classes plus all the exhaustion I faced when I returned home would obviously made me drowsy and unable to study. The building I stepped into to study *which I don’t call school* will definitely results me having low grades in my studies; more over I will be facing my SPM soon.

NO TIME SHOULD BE WASTED, THUS I NEED A TRANSFER!!!!!!!!!

Usually parents of all regular adolescents would transfer them to any better school for the poor sake of their future. They’d rather be the teen-future- annihilators, and at the end of the day I’d be putting accusing fingers and outpouring curses to them due to my low performance in SPM (which I indeed don’t intend to do so). Registration of SPM will begin soon, if I persist on remaining inexorable in my present school there will be only one option – DEATH!!! In conclusion, my adolescent life has taught me a tough lesson – Parents have to play significant roles in moulding their children’s’ future.

Sports Issue

Sports day is around the corner and the principle just gave a hell-killing speech regarding it, which nearly made me puke blood during assembly. Instead of a inter-house sports event, our “beloved” principle has changed it to inter-class. Allow me to stipulate this issue clearly, this means our class (science) will be obliged to take part is sports day against other class which have heaps of athletes. The pits of this are…every single student is forced to participate for training session *hurl curses and rage*.

I’m born with lack of “sporty” cells running in my veins and arteries, I prefer using the human brain rather than physical muscle movements thus I expect the most atrocious of me during sports training. I demand a pretest!!!!! Typically, science classes hold less or eventually no athletes compared to other classes for example art side classes. Consequently, by analyzing this situation meticulously, there is going to be a -0.000001% of victory for our class *exclamation of grief*. Jemuel will be suffering the most as he’s the only sports guy in our class (I wish him all the best in the tormenting sports day).

Faith & Doubt

Jemuel's Birthday

Future Adidas ambassadors

Happy Birthday Jemuel

First Day at PBK

I finally made my decision to alter my PBK time, from Sundays (10.30-1.30) to Friday night (6.00-9.00) since it clashed with my Physics. I arrived there approximately at 5.20 after 45 minutes remain halted in a massive traffic jam and I see no human being or what-so-ever in the class. Although the class is ravenously huge (occupies more than hundred students) but not a single shadow could be spotted, so I dashed downstairs to wait at the same time eyeing from friends which I’ll tag them along with me afterwards.

I sat with Ling Ying and Diana Lai and I spotted Kelvin Lai sitting alone at a far corner and Yew Kuang, squashed between two St. Joseph guys. Cikgu Bhaludin had finally undergone hair evolution after a year of putting on his typical 60-year-old hairstyle. First day of PBK tuition and my hands were already engineered in writing long BM essays, I wrote a 2 and a half long essay on “Faedah Aktiviti Kokurikulum” in 45 minutes *astonished that my hands were still working*, even though Ling Ying finished her 3 pages long essay in 30 minutes.

Her bones are not human-like, embedded by robotic chips to increase speed in writing, view picture above as she aims for best essay as usual.

First Week of School

With our last year's Chemistry teacher, Ms. Tho

Finally school has started *sigh of relief* I cannot deny the joy I felt as schooling days had lastly arrived after facing plain walls during the holidays and monotony invading my mind every second…boring. I trimmed my nails reluctantly the night before after 3 months of patience needed to grow my nails, its either I get my nails cut or I’ll have to face endless, gibberish lecture from my head prefect. I was glad that Mr. Nojip was our form teacher, his humour and forthcoming ness is perfect in teaching history.

I soon checked the time table and realized that Mdm. Cynthia replaced Ms. Tho in our Chemistry, in Ms. Tho’s Chemistry examination I failed to get A thanks to her intense, ridiculous strictness. So, I am looking forward and putting high hopes to this new teacher. Most subjects started off amazingly, even history after I got A1’s for it the whole year; I seemed to fell in love with the subject although it was my worst nightmare during my junior forms. However for English literature I had to study “Jungle Of Hope” which I loathe so much due to it’s severe thickness and tedious book cover *sigh*, I demand justice as most schools study “The Pearl” instead of ours.

After studying 4 years in this building, our class finally got perfect curtains and the greatest part is there’re sponsored by PIBG. My brain experienced a sudden halt as I was analysing the reason behind this offering *fancy the principle having a human’s kind heart*. 3 days of school and I was soon buried alive with homework, great start for the tormenting year. In my list there is Mathematics, EST (Genetic Engineering essay), BM (Komsas), History (exercises on chapter 1) and moral. My hands were oxidized during the holidays, thus a great deal of polishing would be required to revived back my fingers…and I’m striving hard to prevent myself from procrastinating which was my specialist last year.

Boulevard

Even my grandmother's slippers from Beijing looks better

Boulevard in Kuching has finally opened and I’ve been there several times including the official opening day. Kuching citizens are quite “sakai” as what we always said, they flood the whole Boulevard, internally and externally which caused a massive traffic jam *sigh*. It took almost half an hour for me to enter the grand entrance, not overlooking the exhaustion I faced when I walked from Everise to Boulevard (luckily I didn’t face signs of oxygen dept). By comparison, Miri’s Boulevard is a zillion times better than the one’s in Kuching despite the majority fraction of it is still under construction. There’s Kenny Rogers, Pizza Hut and KFC at the 1st floor *good sign* Alas! As I went upstairs my eyeballs glanced stationary at the Converse shops *chokes to death*, among all the brands why converse? I securitized meticulously at this issue…people here are suffering from taste crisis.

I envisage Boulevard as a huge bowl of soup, whereby all the shoppers were transmuted into chicken stocks cube and dumped in this bowl of thick soup. Gabrielle even jotted testimony in her blog “Full of Ah Bengs and Ah Liens just like one million fat sardines squashed vividly in a soup can, I went once and I will never go again”. I simply concur with her statements on the Ah Bengs and Ah Liens part *nodding head*.

To wrap up the whole thing, I suggest more prayers and meditation for the best of Boulevard.