Click 5 Reminds Me Of Gayness

I’m on the way back from St. Thomas’s Cathedral, heading to Aunt Stella’s place once more but this time to babysit brats, tagging along with my cousin Seraphina. Mum and dad were preoccupied with their endless Gawai visiting list to colleagues’ place. Engie once more obeyed her “rule of daily basis” by putting on her sulky, gloomy expression. She possessed such indecorous behavior and shows her rude demeanor for the sake of desperate attention, what a pity *Sweats*. Aunt Sheila and her family were back from Miri for the holidays and for a second time the house was filled with extreme diabolical brats.

On the way to Kimberly’s place, my ears came across this song called Empty by Click 5. My comments about it are only: LAME, MONOTONOUS, DULL, FUTILE and all similar words regarding my expressions. Personally I despise Click 5’s music; it reminds me of gayness and homosexuality. Without further ado I was hurling protests and critics as the song sang along endlessly obliterating all serenity and tranquility. I put no attention to their (Click 5) visit to Genting Highlands recently.

Forgiveness

I can forgive, but I cannot forget, is only another way of saying, I will not forgive. Forgiveness ought to be like a cancelled note - torn in two, and burned up, so that it never can be shown against one.

- Henry Ward Beecher

Mutated Individual Undergoes Metamorphosis

I see Poison Ivy in her.

I was spending my afternoon at Kim’s place with my cousins Seraphina and Kevin. After taking pizza delivered by Pizza Hut for lunch, I used Aunt Stella’s wireless streamyx to update my blog. I managed to create a new header with brown as the main theme. It seemed earthy and nature-friendly.

Out of the blue, Kimberly pop into the room with newspaper wrapped around her body along with the inevitable malodorous odour on her hair after applying straightening cream onto it. The whole study room transformed into a hair salon with the unpleasant ammonia smell with triggers my nasal cavity to an extreme level which results in suffocation.

I now claimed that Kimberly is the next Poison Ivy, after undergoing gene mutation from plants and produces venomous gas to the atmosphere making everyone asphyxiate. Maybe she was severely poisoned by an unknown plant but she survives the death and discovered she has acquired immunity to all natural toxins and total plant manipulation.

BM Paper I Exam At PBK

As the wreteched clock strikes

I spent my whole morning writing BM essays after Mr. Bhaludin offered free examination for paper I all the way from Terengganu, I decided to join since I find no particular reason to reject it.

The time was fixed to start at 9.00am, but when I arrived at 8.40am the class had already begun with huge words stated that the exams started at 8.30am. BUMMER!!!! I am 15 minutes late, definitely not sufficient for me to complete 2 essays. I searched a seat to place myself and began analyzing the questions. My predictions about “food crisis” and “natural disaster” were wrong; instead I ended up writing an essay on “social problems in global states” in part B. I faced a major problem while doing part A; the question was “ways to create a school that fulfils safety criteria”. My brain came to a halt when I faced problems translating “zebra crossing”, lastly I call for aid from a Kuching High girl sitting next to me (Lim Siew Sia).

Miraculously I managed to complete 2 essays; using 6 pieces of A4 sized paper in 2 hours regardless of the intense damaged on my phalanges and radius. I met all my previous friends from SMK Green Road, SMK Kuching High, SMK Tunku Abdul Razak, SMK Batu Lintang and SMK Siburan. We had a long chatter after not seeing them for eons after we changed class. Lastly I tag along with Aunt Stella to her place, I shall put my hands to a rest now.

Condemn In Vectors

It’s a Tuesday; waking up early at 9.00 am is definitely not one of my ways of life, usually I would lug my heavy body from bed around 10.30 or 11 as a daily routine. Madness evoke in me as I planned to slit Alex’s brain my half and blend it in a blender to feed the earthworms for calling my phone hysterically just to have a lacklustre natter.

I spend my remaining hours dealing Additional Maths: Vectors question or I would rather call it early-morning joy annihilators for those would acquire aid to kill their blissful morning which I assumed no one would. Dad griped endlessly about my mid-term Additional Maths for getting a pathetic A2 (77%) for uncountable silly mistakes rather than me unable to do the paper, thus he took stern measurements by obliging me to conceal my face with Add Maths exercises. Reluctantly I complied with his maddening instructions.

1. In triangle PQR, OP = p and OQ = q. T is a midpoint on PQ where PT: TQ = 2:1. Given that M is the midpoint of OT, express PM in terms of p and q.

2. ABCD is a parallelogram. M and N are the midpoints of AB and AD respectively. T is the point of intersection between MN and AC. If OA = a and OC = c, express OT I terms of a and c.

3. ARC is a straight line where AC = 3RC. The point C is the midpoint of BD and T is the midpoint of AD. Given that BA = x and BC = y. Express BT and CR in terms of x and y and determine whether the points B, R and T are collinear.

4. Given that OA = a and OB = b. C and D are points on the line OA and OB respectively. If OC = 2/3 OA and OD = 2/3 OB, show that CD is parallel to AB. State the ration of CD: AB.

5. Given that OA = a and OB = b. the point P divides OA in the ration 1:3 whereas the point R divides AB in the ration 1:2. If PRBQ is a parallelogram, find RB and OQ.

I finished 5 questions in 45 minutes, if this was about to be out in exams I would probably be a living corpse by now. Brainstorming Vectors is similar to a suicide case; the only difference is that it involves a callous murderer called “vectors”.

Hansley the cordon bleu chef prepares macaroni and cheese. Delicious.

Are You A Braniac?

You're a Part Time Brainiac

No doubt about it, you have the potential for big brain power. But potential doesn't get you to genius. It's going to take some work. Like most smart people, you enjoy a good intellectual challenge every now and then. But you do tend to shy away from anything difficult, frustrating, or complex. Push yourself to think, learn, and explore more... even when it feels bad. You have the capacity to solve amazingly difficult problems. You just need to let yourself do it.

Are You a Brainiac?

Friends Around Me

I did this caricature of “Friends around Me” during a Monday holiday. Doodling with 1 2B pencil for 20 minutes and this is my piece of artwork. The shades are not that obvious and I certainly didn’t follow exactly the constitution of a human’s body, instead I enlarged the head to make it slightly nicer. A simple drawing to show my greatest gratitude to all my friends.

Chong J.P
You are my best friend in this entire world!!!! I knew you even before we enter kindy; remember the first day we met at kinder garden and the days we played around like brats? It was certainly a great load of joy. I usually walk to your house since it was just a few houses away from mine to go cycling together, and do you still remember the time we got chased with Alex by dogs on bicycle? You told me you were moving when we were about to enter primary one and I begged you not to. Finally you appeared in front of my door and we went to school together saying that you’re not moving, I cannot describe the happiness at that very moment. You were often teased in school about looking like a girl; it is a true fact since your skin is ravenously fair. Hahahahaha Although I transferred to a different school when I reached secondary year, we still hang out together very often and you always buy me drinks (You’re damn rich what? See the money symbol above) Now you have moved to your new home and we often get busy of our own personal lives, I surely miss you friend!!! Most importantly I hope that you won’t forget me at the same time wishing the day saying that you might migrate to New Zealand will never happened. Our friendship lasted for 12 years already and I hope that I will be endless for the rest of my life.

Vicky Bong
What shall I utter about the girl who binged on heels and hot pants not forgetting being a nail colour fanatic? You transferred to our class in primary 3 and we weren’t close until we were in primary 4. We always have war and taunted each other infinitely. I have to apologize once more for putting white liquid paper on your hair during English lesson in primary 5 when you sat next to me. You complained to Mr. Lee that I talked a lot and I took revenge by doing that. Now it doesn’t seemed like a sincere apology but…I’m sure you won’t mind being having solidified while liquid on your head for a day?? Hahahahaha I still keep in mind the moments we all paired you up with Kee Kai? The drama lasted for months but you two ended up being best friends instead of couples *sigh* Now in secondary school we still remain as “the most wanted girl” among all guys and I honestly tell you it is definitely not secure for you to seat next to me during Additional Maths tuition. I nearly got assassinate when you hugged me during tuition class after the long holidays!!! Although you planned to move to Singapore with your family I hope that you’ll always keep me in mind!!! *Hugs to you* I purposely drew a bigger caricature of you in the picture.

Alex Chung
Say Kiong!!!! I haven’t pronounced your Chinese name for so long, when was the last time I called you that? You have always been my source of DVDs and games since primary school. We spent uncountable nights watching DVDs and playing console games together when we were both in primary school. Remember we were enemies in kinder garden and we often had fights till you made a bum on my forehead once when we were 7? I am planning a mission to bleached your Bodyglove briefs and tie them on your head in the future!!!!!! Speaking of briefs, I thanked you again for giving me a pair of Bodyglove briefs for my birthday…it was the most peculiar present I received. I laughed a lot at your dirty jokes in primary school not knowing exactly what it really means. You “taught” me all those dirty and nasty knowledge (more like polluting my brain) since you were the first individual who had early puberty compared to other boys. Hahahahaha I still remember how you cried after being caught red handed for bringing porn videos to class in primary school. By the way since you’re a technology pro ,continue hacking into illegal websites and download software for me!!!! The world requires hackers like you dude. Lastly…you’re still the naughty and weird Alex I know since we were kids.

Jemuel Juman
Skater…Rocker…Footballer…Automobile specialists…These 4 terms are enough to give a full description about your personalities. You transferred to our school in 2006 when we were in form 3 from Miri. No doubt that the girls were crazy about you. It was rather unique for our class to have the first Kayan mixed Kelabit boy after years of domination by the Chinese and Bidayuh students. In case you have forgotten, the first sentence I speaked to you was “Can you please on the fan?” instead of the usual “Hi!! Nice to meet you”. I fascinate your enthusiasm in skating and for the first time in 16 years I actually inserted the term ‘skating’ in my mind. You’re a true rocker but I never had the opportunity the hear you playing drum not forgetting the numerous rock band you introduced to me i.e. Artic Monkeys. You feel affection for the game of football which I never ever and never will understand till the day before I die. A game of 11 morons scorching their epidermis under the blazing sun chasing after a ball is similar to a colonial of ants dominating one rice ball. I only like Manchester United after I declare my ownership of a MUFC sling bag. Dude!! It has been 2 years since I know you and you still owe me my Iphone. I will haunt to until you pay me what you have owe me so I’ll just persist on waiting my Iphone. Thanks for flooding me with all the knowledge about fancy, exquisite cars! I love Mercedes SLK McLarren, thanks to you... Hah! You ROCK dude!!! Who knows we might end up becoming Adidas or Quiksilver ambassadors.

Alicia Jones
I should correct your name to Felicity Alicia Jones, but I choose not to in case you sent me a computer virus or hacked into my notebook since you despise the name “Felicity”. It means happiness and again…I repeat the sentence that I said a zillion times already “YOUR NAME IS NOT UGLY”. You were the first person who had a conversation with me when I first stepped into secondary school. The self-proclaimed British Princess after claiming that you are Princess Diana’s lost daughter…it’s only bogus. Let you live in your fantasies, Feli. Not forgetting your celebrity fetish, Paris Hilton wannabe which I will obviously never forget for the rest of my life. It brings me joy and humour and you often ease away my tension and listen to all my personal problems. I have listed all the “names” I gave to you since the day I met you starting with Feli, Pili, Pili Paip, Paip, Alicie, Syaaaaaa, Fake Princess, Blackie, Lumpuh, Darling, Black Girl etcetera. No harsh feelings OK? Cause’ you know I’m meant to be evil. We sat together for 2 years in form 2 and 3 until you transferred to a different class, things are certainly like chalk and cheese without you sitting next to me. We always spent time taunting and mocking Felicia being Britney’s slave…and we still do that ceaselessly without end. The laughter and pleasure we share will always remain in my heart. I love you dearest my darling friend!!!

Chung C.C
You are one of the remarkable friends I ever had; we spent lots of time together in dancing lessons during pre-school years. You have always been a sister to me, always caring and taking care of me in primary school. Alex, Shao Peng and I always jeer at you during primary school years yet you never explode or got mad at us. You never like to participate in chasing around school compounds with a whole gang of friends after extra classes; despite the everlasting wheedling and coaxing we did to you. You migrated to Miri after primary six and the whole class was absolutely depressed about that. I went to Miri numerous times to visit you but we end up like a broken string since you are often out vacation with your family. The memories we had in primary school will be cherished for eternity. I still remember the day you pop in front of my house door without letting me know that you were back in Kuching…I was stunned and astounded at the same time feeling ravenously happy that you came all the way back to give me a surprise. In form 3 you even came all the way back although it was only a day trip to Kuching, this proved to me how much you value our friendship!!!! It has been 12 years and I have been bugging you with the similar question “When are you going to find a boyfriend?” and I’m still waiting patiently for the answer to that question. I wish that our friendship will remain eternity so please don’t forget me as your true friend.

Nicole Chai
“Fashion Queen and Beauty Connoisseur” these are the 2 words that definitely live with your life. You indulge in serious Boho style, and the Ah Lien fashion is predestined to your soul. You appeared like any typical sweet teenage girl who slowly evolved into a “Bob” hair style with Ah Lien fanaticism and lastly ended up with a “Gap” hair with a contemporary, characteristic appeal. Your knowledge on beauty tips is a zillion times more than all the algebraic and fractions we had learnt for the pass years…lecturing to all the girls and guys as well on facial products. I personally see you becoming a promoter or ambassador for facial products in the future. With a height of 166cm, an airhostess or runaway model might do so as well. I express my most gratitude to you since you’ve been teaching me and improving my Chinese, what can I do in Chinese class without you. But I seriously cannot think of any logical explanation that you have trauma towards feathers??? I have known billions of humans living on earth and you’re the first individual who developed fear towards feathery things. Hahahahaha In form 3 a bird flew into the class and amazingly landed in your back which made you screamed with such frequency till my spectacles nearly go smashed to a million pieces. You have a binge on Lulu Belle items which is sOo detestable *I hate girly stuff*, not forgetting your addiction in the hues of Pink… I hope you won’t be living in a home entirely painted pink in the future. We sat together in class for 2 years already!!!! Hahahahaha I’m surely gonna miss you after we graduate.

Felicia Malidi
Felicia seemed rather long and I always remember calling you as Fiffy instead of Felicia. Both you and Alicia are perfect duos or more like twins, having similar names and even similar house numbers!! Hahahahaha you talked to me the first day I transferred to this school and we began talking non-stop like two chatterboxes. You kept on complaining about joining scout because it was in charged by the teacher that the whole school obviously hate the most, but let me tell you “ONCE A SCOUT FOREVER A SCOUT.” Although you’ve changed to St. John Ambulance but I can clearly imagine you on your scout attire *evil giggles*. You are like a slave, Fiffy…being bullied by Alicia and I 24/7 yet you never blow up in flame. You’re my foreign language tutor, always correcting my local Sarawak and Bidayuh terms. I’m a fast learner thanks to your “coaching”. You make the most splendid Chocolate cake!!!!!!!! Always making a whole load of container to bring to school and share around but I seemed to gobble up most of them. Including all the chocolate bars I fed on…Hahahahaha *I’m just in greed*. We keep a compilation of lyrics, all together 4 books!!! All the hard work…it was joyful anyway. As you say “Happy go lucky, Fiffy!!”

Ho J.H
We have been challenging and competing with each other in Mathematics since form 1, even though we are best pals but you never seemed to give me any slight chance to beat you. Always seeing you burying yourself under Maths book and calculators in lower form years. Since form 4 I’m glad that I beat you every time in Additional Maths, alas…you still continue your victorious winning in Mathematics. For no reason, I found it almost impossible to strike you over in Mathematics yet; I managed to win over you in Additional Maths which was supposed to be more difficult. In short, you’re just a Maths genius. You always tag along with me to walk to the toilet (usually after being wheedled by me), and we stroll along the floors and corridors just to escape boring classes. Hahahahaha It has been a habit already for me to visit the toilet when the class was ravenously boring and monotonous. Honestly, “you and Mui Yun make a perfect couple.” I have repeated this quote for the past two years already or joking about you and Siaw Hui. *Sigh* I am plain evil so you have to bear with my devious jokes. It is still hilarious that we duos tittle-tattle with all the rumours around. I will always put you in mind whenever I’m doing my Additional Maths friend!!!

Kelvin Lai
You’re the biggest bully I ever met, and the ONLY person in the school I failed to win over especially when we mock and taunt each other. I really salute your skills in “mocking” you make a great lawyer if you put your so-called skills in good purpose. You are ways bullying me by dragging or strangling me till I suffocate out of breath, its teen abuse you know!!!! Basket ball game has always been your forte. Your hazel eyes have always been the attention of all the girls so I’m not surprise if you switch partners like changing your underwear. Hahahahaha Truthfully Kelvin, you eat like a cow with four stomachs only that it is still called as “stomach” instead of rumen, reticulum, omasum and abomasum. I can see clearly the factor which leads to your obesity as you grow rounder day by day!!!! No offence OK? Bernice always called you a gorilla and I can see why (you have hair all over you). Probably you are banging your walls while reading this post, but it’s a pleasure for me to pay my revenge after long years of harassing me with your super diabolical voice. Hahahahaha. Go be a wrestler, fighter, boxer, army or maybe a police. I shall always remember you KAKI BULI!!!!

Chiaw Jen's Birthday

Happy Birthday Chiaw Jen (25th May)

It has been a long time since I last saw you. I miss the times we hang out when you came back to Kuching. I went to Miri last year wanting to pay you a visit, but since your parents are not around I wasn’t dare to stopover at your place. I certainly regretted about that. It has been 4 years since you migrated to Miri, hopefully everything is OK!!! I still remember the day you gave me a surprise by appearing at my front door, without telling me that you were back. I was filled with unspoken joy. Wait patiently since I got you a present which will be delivered to your place soon… At the meantime, hope you like this sketching specially for you.

Always remember me dear friend…

Americal Idol 7 : David Cook

I put on a long, sulky face when my mum obliged me to bury my nose under History text book when it was the final result show of American Idol Season 7. I’m a huge fan of American Idol and I was eager and desperate to watch the finals but mum’s order IS A ORDER. So, I only got the chance to watch the finals online at You Tube, after searching meticulously and tolerantly through the unorganized channels. Luckily David Cook won since I aimed for him to win since he reached top 5. A rock singer with his own characteristics and attitude suits my taste, despite the flawless high pitch and great vocals David Archuleta owns. I successfully downloaded David Cook’s song: The Time of My Life, which was superbly astounding!!!!! I’ll post the lyrics if I have time…at the mean time let me finish the whole concert of the grand final of American Idol Season 7. This show is a “universe” apart compared to lousy, crap show like Akademi Fantasia.

Gray Clouds Over...

The gray clouds are over...I'm just glad.

Thank you, Ian

Point Of Grace feat. Nicole Nordeman - You Are My All In All

You are my strength when I am weak
You are the treasure that I seek
You are my all in all
Seeking You as a precious jewel
Lord, to give up I'd be a fool
You are my all in all

Taking my sin, my cross, my shame
Rising up again I bless Your name
You are my all in all
When I fall down You pick me up
When I am dry You fill my cup
You are my all in all

Jesus, Lamb of God
Worthy is Your name
Jesus, Lamb of God
Worthy is Your name

A Short Holiday

This sign will of put to rest for the next two weeks, this sign has been in stationary position in front of stair cases for the last 2 torturing examination weeks. History was my last paper and I fled away in the speed of a lightning bolt after I hand over my History Paper I. Everyone was desperate to leave the classroom after spending endless days memorizing and brainstorming all the subjects. Its a great luck for me to survive and still in one piece after facing all the torment *sigh of relief*.

I'm looking forward to the holidays and I have planned meticulously for weeks on my study schedule and of course some outings for stress relief for the holidays.

• Bury myself in Additional Maths exercises.
• Swallow my Biology text book.
• Moved my fingers in Physics.
• Forced myself to read Chemistry.
• Upgrade my memory in History.
• Update my DVD episodes.
• Head to the game store.
• Meet Chong at my place.
• Take my BM paper I test this Wednesday.
• Complete my Art folio.
• Obliged to follow mom's "cooking lesson" at home.
• Outing with my cousins!!!!!

Hansley Learned A New Term : Sukit

The teachers had their meeting once more, and I’m stuck again in the staffroom while waiting for my dad. Fiffy and Alicia appeared from the midst of air and soon I was preoccupied conferencing with them.

Fiffy: (Fingers pointing towards Mdm. Margaret’s name on a teacher’s list) I don’t want her to enter our class for Moral extra classes’ lah.

Me: Me too…I prefer your mom (Walk towards Alicia who was busy gobbling her packet of noodles).

Fiffy: Like just now, I was just asking Clarence what time it was and she took a pen and hit her on her head, scolding me as well. (Referring to mdm. Margeret).

Me: Ya lor…Insane teacher. Eh! You know what happened just now in our class? Mdm. Margeret hit Clarence on her head using a pen just because Fiffy ask her what time. Crazy huh?

Alicia: (making eye contacts and still eating her way through her noodles). Margeret Sukit?

Me: Ya la!

Alicia: You know what does “Sukit” mean in Bidayuh?

Me: What?

Alicia: It means scooping rice from a rice cooker (demonstrating). Right Fi?

Fiffy: (Expressing laughter) Yap.

Me: Ha? No wonder she is so fat and obese. Keep on sukit and sukit rice!!!! (laughter outbursting).

Alicia & Fiffy: (showing euphoric act).

Alicia: Keep on “sukitting rice” (still laughing).

Soon the teachers ended their meeting and Madam Rosemarry Jiea came towards us.

Alicia: Sukit means scooping right?

Mdm. Jiea: Yes. Sukit in Bidayuh means scooping rice like this (demonstrating to me).

Fiffy: You know what Hansley said? He said Margeret keep on sukit sukit rice that’s why she is so fat!!!

In lest than a second the drama began and everyone was infected by laugh powder…thanks to mua!!!!

Are You A Tortured Genius?

You Are 77% Tortured Genius

You are smart. Brilliant in fact. And while it's a blessing, it's also a curse. Your head is filled with everything - grand ideas, insufferable worries, and a good deal of angst.

Are You a Tortured Genius?

The Phone??

Kpd sume yg dkasihi. Kalau anda dpt call dr no tipon yg bernmbor pnjg cth: +62852731520946 & nmbr itu wrna merah, hijau @ kuning, harap jgn agkat n jwb pggilan tu. Ini krna di indon skrng, sekmpln penuntut ilmu hitam sdg menguji ilmu mereka gune telefon. Jika sesiapa yg jwb pgglan tu mulut akan bebuih n akan mati slpas itu, krn di indon sdh 9 org mati n mlm td d puchong 2 org mati. Ini benar2 trjadi. Tlg sebarkn msg ini. Whether u blif o x remember x answer any fon cal wif long nos, x only d no abov.

I received this message forwarded by Vicky last night and I bet most of the people received the similar text message as well. My comment about it; “Plain dumb, superstitious, with heaps and heaps of spelling mistakes and only can be done by an imbecile with a plastic bag of poop on his head”. I confirmed that the imbecile has certainly zero percent knowledge of science, what if an anonymous was using a Nokia 3310 and how could he/she received coloured number? I suppose that certain fellow was too desperate to film in the Asian version of “The Phone”.

I’m “Incredibly Excellent” in Chemistry

I had Chemistry paper I and III today, and I must admit myself as an individual who despise Chemistry and yet often make “smart” and unavoidable stupid mistakes during exam.

In paper I, it was given a table showing the electrolysis of dilute sodium chloride solution and dilute silver nitrate solution using carbon electrodes and requires us to state the products formed at the anode and cathode. I was either suffering from degeneration of brain cells or have I just gone entirely dumb to state that “Chlorine” would be formed at the anode for using dilute sodium chloride solution as a electrolyte instead of “Oxygen” gas. I had totally forgotten that:

4OH produces 2H2O + O2 = 2e

I completely ignored “Oxygen” molecules present in hydroxide ions and cancelled it from the selection and circled “Chlorine”!!!! A big bang on my head after I hand up my objective answer sheet.

In paper III, I had mistaken the experiment on investigating the effects of total surface area of reactants on the rate of reaction. Due my inevitable idiocy I burned 3 marks for procedure and 3 marks for tabulation of data, totals up to 6 marks gone!!!! Instead of setting up the materials and apparatus of collecting carbon dioxide gas produced by calcium carbonate through the delivery tube to identify which reaction produces higher volume of carbon dioxide, I wrote the experiment on investigating the effect of concentration on the rate of reaction regarding pouring sulphuric acid into a conical flask and recoded the time taken for the mark “X’ to disappear by substituting both large marble chips and calcium carbonate powder. I am incredibly a “Chemistry genius”.

Luckily I wasn’t the only one making such a mistake, Wan Fang (usually able to get remarkably high marks for Chemistry)and Bing Min flew to me and griped endlessly after making the same mistake they done. Soon, I shifted to the staffroom and ask Mdm. Cynthia on the marks for paper III and she replied: “It’s alright 6 marks gone only, there are other marks to gain. Don’t worry…”

I am DOOMED.

Risen From Death??

I was on my way back from Chemistry tuition and mum told me the most bizarre news happened in her school.

The story goes like this: Last year a form 4 student passed away due to an unexpected car accident, the mother of the poor boy suppurated and wept with all her heart to the principle. As a sign of condolence the whole school began a donation fund to lend a helping hand to the piteous family in order to lighten up the burden. The story came to a halt and nothing weird or peculiar happened months after the tragic news. However, my mum’s colleague unexpectedly bumped into the boy whom so-called passed away during the car accident in school. Moreover, it was the “dead boy” himself who returned to the school for confidential stuff. Meeting a ghost by accident in the early dawned at school would be crucially appalling, but bumping into a ghost who intentionally wanted to meet you would be beyond shocked!!! Soon the news was spread around the entire school and it was found out that the so-called “dead boy” didn’t actually end his life in a car accident; eventually he is still in one piece. But it was absolutely fortunate to that family, they just won a jackpot after receiving the school’s donation and yet didn’t end up in jail for fraudulent claims.

Last Saturday, A Day Before Mother's Day

The Spring by night

Dad brought the family to Spring last Saturday. I was on my mission to get my mum a Mother’s Day present since the next day was Mother’s Day. Padini Concept Store was simply the best choice for gifts selection. I wheedled to dad to get mum a diamond ring but he insisted not to since it was “my” idea to get mum a present so I got to use “my” own cash. Failure to dig up part of dad’s money for my own personal savings. I managed to get mum a silver coloured Vincci necklace which cost RM43.90 equivalent on burning one meal at Manhattan Fish Market if I ordered Fish & Chips. Dad on the other hand bought mum a pair Crocodile heels (more like sandals). Mum’s gleeful and blissful demeanour tells me that it wasn’t cheap.

Plus I encountered a Crocs fanatic at Spring. There was this lady in Elle top buying 4 pairs of Crocs at a time!!!! I envied her two brats for wearing Crocs at such young age…kids nowadays. Thus, I wheedled to dad again that I will get myself a pair in the future *Jemuel & Seraphina cursing me till death about me loving Crocs*

I passed by Bodyglove and expressed my deepest sympathy as no one entered the pathetic shop even though there was a 50% discount. Personally, I must admit that Bodyglove is indeed devastating and the attires especially clothes are more likely to belong to DD’s. The board pants and pencil case saved it all from dying six feet under. SADNESS.

Sialan!!!

Sialan!!! I passed up my Additional Maths paper 2 with rage after realising I made mistakes on Trigonometry and Vectors.

Sialan!!! I spend 20 minutes on proving Basic Identities and Double Angles which ate up half a page of my A4 sized paper.

Sialan!!! I was 10 minutes late for Chinese class after hanging around too long with Kelvin.

Sialan!!! My Frozen Throne game came to a halt since I have to attend PBK tuition.

Sialan!!! I wasted an hour plus reading BM komsas "Seteguh Karang" at tuition.

Sialan!!! Ian send me a text message to taunt as he was enjoying watching "Iron Man" with Alex and the gang.

Never Enough For Mummy

Sometimes i know the word to say,
Give thanks for all you’ve done,
But then they fly up and away,
As quickly as they come.

How could i possibly thank you enough?
The one who makes me whole,
The one whom i owe my life,
The forming of my soul.

The one who tucked me in at night,
The one who stopped my crying,
The one who was the expert,
At picking up when i was lying

the one who saw me off to school,
and spent sad days alone,
yet magically produce a smile,
as soon as i came home.

the one who makes such sacrifices,
to always put me first,
who lets me test my broken wings,
in spite of how it hurts.

who paints the world a rainbow,
when it’s filled with broken dreams,
who explains it all so clearly,
when nothing’s what it seems.

are there really any words for this?
i find this question tough...
anything i want to say,
just doesn’t seem enough.

what way is there to thank you,
for your heart, your sweat, your tears,
for ten-thousand little things you’ve done,
for oh so many years.

for changing with me as i changed,
accepting all my friends,
not loving “just cause you had to”
but loving “just because”

for never giving up on me,
when you wits had reached their end,
for always being proud of,
for being my best friend.

and so i come to realize,
the only way to say,
the only thank you that’s enough,
is clear in just one way.

look at me before you,
see what i’ve become,
do you see yourself in me?
the job that you’ve done?

all your hopes and all your dreams,
the strength that no one sees,
a transfer over many years,
your best was passed to me.

thank you for the gifts you’ve give,
for everything you do,
but thank you, mummy most of all,
for making dreams come true.

Specially dedicated to my mother on Mother's Day & her birthday (May 9th)

Teachers Turn Childish

It was a typical Tuesday like any other Tuesday which I had walked through for the past 4 months in 2008. Since exams a coming up, thus I have to steal some petite time to blog about the day.

1.Madam Patricia, my English teacher asks the class an extreme humorous but yet peculiar question.

Mdm. Patricia: “class, I would like to ask you people, do you guys still watch cartoons or any recent interesting Japanese anime?”

Soon, people were staring at each other with big brown eyes, thought bubble appearing above their heads with enormous question marks and spirals revolving in the atmosphere. Most of us responded by giving a big “YES”.

Mdm. Patricia: “That’s great cause’ I think that cartoons especially comedy cartoons like Tom & Jerry and Spongebob really teaches us good moral values and ethical principles in our daily life. I personally love Spongebob Squarepants the most!!! I always watch it with my kids.

The ambience was once again filled with bewilder-ness plus some euphoric laughter from us. I jotted in my brain: Madam Patricia loves Spongebob Squarepants.

2. I went to the staffroom and seek help from Madam Lim regarding my Art folio and Mr. Kiu came along asking me another similar question like Madam Patricia.

Mr. Kiu: Hansley!! I know you have Alvin and the Chipmunks original soundtrack in your notebook, can you copy it for me now?

Later, I was standing there next to my dad’s seat, with Mr. Kiu’s pendrive dangling at the end of my finger. After copying the whole album of Alvin and the Chipmunks OST, Mr. Kiu plugged the songs into his notebook and played the songs with high amplitude. Madam Lucy came over to his table and asks for the songs from him as well as other teachers who think that the songs are very much cute and amusing. *SWEATS*

3. The similar phenomenon occurred during Physics as well when my Physics teacher, Mr.Gindui’s cell phone rang. The class burst into amusement when we all heard “Donald Duck Christmas Carol”. Child-like scene rewinds again…

Teachers in the school turn childish today with my English teacher becoming a huge fan of Spongebob Squarepants and Mr. Kiu as well as Madam Lucy who were both feeling affection for Alvin and the Chipmunks OST. Not forgetting Mr. Gindui's "Donald Duck Christmas Carol".

Facing Examinations

I was supposed to post this post a week before, but it got buried in drafts.

Term examinations will start this Friday; I’m facing a lethal or deadly challenge, as Additional Mathematics is the first paper. My dad (Add Maths teacher) will include all topics in form 4 and 5 topics in form 5. In short I have approximately less than a week to clutch and squash everything in my brain before Friday.

I decided to sacrifice 3 quarter of my time in school for doing Additional Mathematics exercises. I was spotted doing Trigonometry during English period which almost result me getting a 5 demerit. I shall not waste my time reading meaningless English text book instead of doing Add Maths exercises. Even during lessons like EST and History, “kia su” people began pressing vigorously on calculators and scratching their scalps. The drama has just begun get intense. I predict that soon, more teachers would hurl complains to my dad about students digging through calculators and drifted by Add Maths instead of following class lessons.

Add Maths tuition was a torture when teacher settled on by giving us quiz. What a bummer I only scored 88% after leaving 2 questions entirely blank: Progression and Statistics. Means, Variance and A.P, G.P formulas were driving me insane. Instead a holly heavenly arrow shot me directly on the head and I managed to solve questions regarding Differentiation which I typically screwed up.

Vicky sent me a text message telling me that she won’t be able to follow Add Maths tuition for a month or 2. Great~ I shall loose a friend sitting next to me. Plus, I certainly would be unable to begin a diabolical war since Vicky won’t be here…such depressing.

I shall burry myself under Add Maths book for now, ugly colours represent my feelings towards examinations.

I Am A Christian

When I say…”I am a Christian”
I’m not shouting “I’m clean living”
I’m whispering “I was lost
Now I’m found and forgiven.”

When I say…”I’m a Christian”
I don’t speak of this with pride.
I’m conferring what I stumble
And need Christ to be my guide.

When I say…”I’m a Christian”
I’m not trying to be strong.
I’m professing that I’m weak
And need His strength to carry on.

When I say…”I’m a Christian”
I’m not bragging of success.

I’m admitting I have failed
And need God to clean my mess.

When I say…”I’m a Christian”
I’m not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible
But, God believes I am worth it.

When I say…”I’m a Christian”
I still feel the sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches
So I call upon His name.

When I say…”I’m a Christian”
I’m not holier than thou,
I’m just a simple sinner
Who received God’s good grace, somehow.

Maya Angelou

Celine Dion Takes Chances

I've been listening to Celine Dion's album lately and her songs are ravenously amazing and spell bounding. Its undeniable that this artiste has a wide vocal rage and uniqueness tone..I simply love her music.

'Taking Chances,' Celine Dion's first English-language studio album in over 3 years, features incredible songs written by an array of talented musicians. For this album, Celine collaborated with several musical greats including Linda Perry, Dave Stewart, Kara DioGuardi, Ne-Yo, Ben Moody, John Shanks, Anders Bagge, Kristian Lundin, Aldo Nova, "Tricky" Stewart and Chris Neil. Recorded mainly over a three-week period in July 2007 at Palm Studios in Las Vegas, this album showcases Celine's deep and powerful connection to the emotional core of her songs and her art. 'Taking Chances' and 'The Reason I Go On' are my favourite songs in this album..seriously well recommended to all bloggers.

Exhaustion in PBK

I just came back from school camp today and off I flew to tuition at PBK, inevitable exhaustion plus extreme fatigue after 3 days becoming first aid helpers for my school’s Kem Bersepadu Unit Beruniform. I shall upload all the further details in the future.

We had a minor checking procedure before entering the tuition room today, which was to examine whether you brought your komsas text or not…lame~ Luckily I brought mine or else I would be dumped to the next class. The whether was in a sombre and gloomy mood today as it pours rain and strikes thunder endlessly for the whole night, together with the freezing intense condition in the tuition room which literally lead mw to frost bites.

Cikgu Bhaludin decided to go into komsas today and I soon find myself staring motionlessly at my Seteguh Karang book for an hour and 15 minutes. Of course teacher did obliged a few students to read the boring text, I simply loss count on how many times I yawned while drowsing through the monotonous session. Ling Ying was also "hibernating" due to boredom. 9.00pm is was like a wake up bell ringing heavenly as we can flee to freedom…

*Rachael was among the best readers, despite her Chinese race but her pronunciation in Malay terms is simply outstanding. I imagine her being the next host for NTV7 in the future*