Yes well, I helped Mum to make the loveliest cheesecake ever. And it was delicious. For some reason, I can't stand it when people spell delicious as delish or especially as espesh. Sounds a bit rojak, no?
Yeah so was chatting with Chiau Hui during recess. Walked to my class with her and we were chatting all the way when I saw Jo outside the class and waved him in. And so the three of us started talking and Jo suddenly mentioned he still remembered I called him an idiot (albeit unknowingly, unthinkingly--refer to previous posts) and we started laughing, so I told CH what happened.
Then Jo and I had a hilarious laughing spree where I suddenly talked about Slowpoké the Talking Snail. If you'll go to my profile and scroll down you'd be able to see it.
Anyway, gotta go.
Cheers.
Tuesday 20 October 2009
Sunday 18 October 2009
Just Because I Try To Justify Myself
I like my previous blog title: Just Because. Two simple words that mean a lot of things. Mostly used by the misunderstood to justify their actions.
Just because I lie..
Just because I hate him..
Just because this, just because that.
It's the universal answer to justify one's self. This example can be seen most times in crime dramas like CSI, Lie to Me etc.
Yeah you get the point.
We justify ourselves everyday because we believe what we're doing is right. We believe that the other side is wrong. But what if the other side believes they're the ones that are in the right and we're the bad guys? What happens next?
We're at an impasse, that's what.
Both sides will not give in, they'll just keep on going. And so the war continues.
Here's the thing, though.
What if, the action you are trying to justify, isn't really that all justifiable?
Cheers.
Just because I lie..
Just because I hate him..
Just because this, just because that.
It's the universal answer to justify one's self. This example can be seen most times in crime dramas like CSI, Lie to Me etc.
"Just because I hate him doesn't mean I killed him."
Yeah you get the point.
We justify ourselves everyday because we believe what we're doing is right. We believe that the other side is wrong. But what if the other side believes they're the ones that are in the right and we're the bad guys? What happens next?
We're at an impasse, that's what.
Both sides will not give in, they'll just keep on going. And so the war continues.
Here's the thing, though.
What if, the action you are trying to justify, isn't really that all justifiable?
Cheers.
Fish Tales
Yeah, how is everyone lately? I'm fantastic, thanks for asking. SPM is how many days away? I don't know. Désolé, but I lost count. I don't like stressing myself unnecessarily when I'm already stressed enough.
Saturday we went to One Utama. Was deciding where to go for lunch when Mum caught sight of The Gardens. Yes, it's the one with the adjoining boutique and whatnot. So we decided to give it a try, and we ordered from the Lunch set or something of the sort.
The drinks were a choice of Ice Lemon tea, Ice Coffee or tea. All of us toook ILT, and one thing that was cute was that it came in small pitchers! Uber adorable, with the stirrers that had a flower at the top. The soup of the day was onion soup, which I expected to be nice, but I was a bit disappointed as it was just clear broth that smelled heavenly of onions but tasted bland. Like I said,
"It was like drinking onion-smelling water."
Dad ordered the Beef Ginger, which was basically rice, pompadom, and a side dish of beef slices in a brown ginger sauce. Not bad, although the beef was a little tough to chew. Sis ordered the Spaghetti Aglio Ed Olio with Prawns (ha! I actually remembered how to spell it!). It was just spaghetti fried with garlic, olive oil, chilli flakes and some sauteed prawns. Sis was looking expectant when it came in a super large triangular dish that took up almost her whole corner of the table, but the portions were a bit small, though the prawns were big. It kinda reminded me of a convo I had with some friends last year in school when we were talking about French food.
"French food, like foie gras (goose liver), is very expensive, but it's very con lah! You pay so much for the dish, and your plate on the table very big, but then they serve it (the food) on a small dish served on a slightly bigger dish stacked on top of the big plate on the table. Then when you look at it, the foie gras is actually less than a quarter of the size of the original big plate. So, basically, you're paying lotsa money for the stacking of the plates instead of the foie gras itself."
True, in a sense.
Mum took the Seafood Noodles, which comprised of yee meen, mussels, prawns and vegetables. At first she was dubious about it, but later realised that it was worth every cent because the portions were big. Hello, mussels?
Mine was the Butter Ginger Dory Fish with Pineapple and Mashed Potato. Sis wanted to order that as well but took the spaghetti in the end. I was actually quite excited, because I had the idea that it would be those high class-looking dishes, where they'd melt butter in a pan, add in some ginger shreds for flavour, then pour it over the dory fish in a light, brothy kind of sauce, like the ones they used in the posh western restaurants. Then, on the side, they'd give a dab of mashed potato and some pineapple slices.
I had never been so disillusioned.
The fish came, sitting in the middle of the same big triangular plate as Sis's spaghetti did, surrounded by a creamy looking sauce. My first thought was, Hey, is that creamy thing the mashed potato? Maybe they made it so creamy and nice they filled the plate with it and placed the fish on top. Don't laugh; I've learned to appreciate the art of arranging food. Blame Jamie Oliver.
So I dipped my fork into the creamy thing, stuck it into my mouth....and resisted the urge to spit it out again. Because, dear friends, the creamy thing WASN'T the mashed potato; nope, it was the butter sauce. And I love butter, but this time, it tasted as if someone had mushed the soft butter up with 5 pounds of sugar, mixed it around, and dumped it on the plate. Really, it was that sweet. Reminded me a bit of Nigella Lawson.
"Now we pour in a cup of sugar--" dumps in half the bag. "--and we add a pinch of salt--" throws a whole cup inside. Honestly, the woman can give you diabetes.
The butter sauce, it's like you stick it into your mouth, the first thing you can taste is the sweetness. Then after a bit, you can taste the strong taste of butter. Horrible combination. Exactly why I don't like jam. Too sweet.
I want to avoid getting diabetes, so I did what every normal person would do under the circumstances: I skipped the sauce and ate just the fish. Very obviously, I wasn't full. The fish was actually quite nice, but one part annoyed me a bit: Remember the pineapple? I found a thin, tiny slice of it right on top the first portion of fish and that was it. Now I have a feeling that the sweetness in the butter sauce was contributed by the errant pineapple. Then I dug deeper and I found: mashed potatoes! The saving grace! Bit bland, but after the too-sweet texture of the sauce, I was ready to welcome it!
Mum couldn't finish her noodles so I helpfully (ha!) finished it for her, all the while declaring, Thank God for the person who invented the yee meen! Honestly, I wasn't about to underestimate it again.
You might have found The Gardens to your taste, but for me, it was a one time only, never again sorta visit.
Got any bad restaurant tales to share?
Cheers.
Saturday we went to One Utama. Was deciding where to go for lunch when Mum caught sight of The Gardens. Yes, it's the one with the adjoining boutique and whatnot. So we decided to give it a try, and we ordered from the Lunch set or something of the sort.
The drinks were a choice of Ice Lemon tea, Ice Coffee or tea. All of us toook ILT, and one thing that was cute was that it came in small pitchers! Uber adorable, with the stirrers that had a flower at the top. The soup of the day was onion soup, which I expected to be nice, but I was a bit disappointed as it was just clear broth that smelled heavenly of onions but tasted bland. Like I said,
"It was like drinking onion-smelling water."
Dad ordered the Beef Ginger, which was basically rice, pompadom, and a side dish of beef slices in a brown ginger sauce. Not bad, although the beef was a little tough to chew. Sis ordered the Spaghetti Aglio Ed Olio with Prawns (ha! I actually remembered how to spell it!). It was just spaghetti fried with garlic, olive oil, chilli flakes and some sauteed prawns. Sis was looking expectant when it came in a super large triangular dish that took up almost her whole corner of the table, but the portions were a bit small, though the prawns were big. It kinda reminded me of a convo I had with some friends last year in school when we were talking about French food.
"French food, like foie gras (goose liver), is very expensive, but it's very con lah! You pay so much for the dish, and your plate on the table very big, but then they serve it (the food) on a small dish served on a slightly bigger dish stacked on top of the big plate on the table. Then when you look at it, the foie gras is actually less than a quarter of the size of the original big plate. So, basically, you're paying lotsa money for the stacking of the plates instead of the foie gras itself."
True, in a sense.
Mum took the Seafood Noodles, which comprised of yee meen, mussels, prawns and vegetables. At first she was dubious about it, but later realised that it was worth every cent because the portions were big. Hello, mussels?
Mine was the Butter Ginger Dory Fish with Pineapple and Mashed Potato. Sis wanted to order that as well but took the spaghetti in the end. I was actually quite excited, because I had the idea that it would be those high class-looking dishes, where they'd melt butter in a pan, add in some ginger shreds for flavour, then pour it over the dory fish in a light, brothy kind of sauce, like the ones they used in the posh western restaurants. Then, on the side, they'd give a dab of mashed potato and some pineapple slices.
I had never been so disillusioned.
The fish came, sitting in the middle of the same big triangular plate as Sis's spaghetti did, surrounded by a creamy looking sauce. My first thought was, Hey, is that creamy thing the mashed potato? Maybe they made it so creamy and nice they filled the plate with it and placed the fish on top. Don't laugh; I've learned to appreciate the art of arranging food. Blame Jamie Oliver.
So I dipped my fork into the creamy thing, stuck it into my mouth....and resisted the urge to spit it out again. Because, dear friends, the creamy thing WASN'T the mashed potato; nope, it was the butter sauce. And I love butter, but this time, it tasted as if someone had mushed the soft butter up with 5 pounds of sugar, mixed it around, and dumped it on the plate. Really, it was that sweet. Reminded me a bit of Nigella Lawson.
"Now we pour in a cup of sugar--" dumps in half the bag. "--and we add a pinch of salt--" throws a whole cup inside. Honestly, the woman can give you diabetes.
The butter sauce, it's like you stick it into your mouth, the first thing you can taste is the sweetness. Then after a bit, you can taste the strong taste of butter. Horrible combination. Exactly why I don't like jam. Too sweet.
I want to avoid getting diabetes, so I did what every normal person would do under the circumstances: I skipped the sauce and ate just the fish. Very obviously, I wasn't full. The fish was actually quite nice, but one part annoyed me a bit: Remember the pineapple? I found a thin, tiny slice of it right on top the first portion of fish and that was it. Now I have a feeling that the sweetness in the butter sauce was contributed by the errant pineapple. Then I dug deeper and I found: mashed potatoes! The saving grace! Bit bland, but after the too-sweet texture of the sauce, I was ready to welcome it!
Mum couldn't finish her noodles so I helpfully (ha!) finished it for her, all the while declaring, Thank God for the person who invented the yee meen! Honestly, I wasn't about to underestimate it again.
You might have found The Gardens to your taste, but for me, it was a one time only, never again sorta visit.
Got any bad restaurant tales to share?
Cheers.
Thursday 15 October 2009
I Wear A Mask Every Single Day, A Façade of Calm and Removedness, But Sometimes, The Veneer Cracks, And You Get A Glimpse Of Who I Truly Am.
People take everything at face value.
Their first impressions of people they meet decide if that person would be a good friend or a good colleague. However, first impressions are not the only thing that decides a man's future connections. It is that man's personality, his essence of being, that magnetises the people around him and draws them closer. It is just a matter of getting the time to know them, after all.
The question is, will you take the time to know me?
Their first impressions of people they meet decide if that person would be a good friend or a good colleague. However, first impressions are not the only thing that decides a man's future connections. It is that man's personality, his essence of being, that magnetises the people around him and draws them closer. It is just a matter of getting the time to know them, after all.
The question is, will you take the time to know me?
Wednesday 14 October 2009
An Angel Falls Freely From Grace, But A Homicidal Angel Hits The Ground With A Bang
I am an angel.
A guardian angel to be exact.
But unlike other angels, I'm homicidal.
The homicidal angel who will kill anyone who touches the people she loves.
Are you one of them?
One of the loved, or one of the people who touches them?
Cheers.
A guardian angel to be exact.
But unlike other angels, I'm homicidal.
The homicidal angel who will kill anyone who touches the people she loves.
Are you one of them?
One of the loved, or one of the people who touches them?
Cheers.
What's My Name Again?
Well, it's been interesting. Went to school. Surprisingly, a large number of people turned up. We were slightly annoyed that we were transferred to 3 Lili instead of going back to our own class. But then the annoyance grew when we entered the class, and lo and behold, electricity was sucked dry and the fans and lights didn't work! So we spent four hours plus in school feeling hot.
Was trying to study chem but failed miserably because it was just so noisy in class. I went to the facilities during English and when I came back, Pn Doreen called me over, asking me what is my name. I think I gave her a wth? look because she explained, Xian Yao sitting in front of her, that it seems she had been mispronouncing my name for 2 years plus. So I had to say my name (with held from Xian Yao, you told her she was mispronouncing my name, right?) and she managed to get it.
Then she was saying that I should've corrected her in the beginning, but I kept quiet for two years straight. At this moment, I just gave a dry smile and went back to my place.
You wanted to know why I didn't bother correcting you? Yeah, it's because of this: I could correct you today, but the next time it's back to Alicia. And then I have to correct you again, and it's all fun and games, then the next time you say my name, it's back to Alicia and I'm tearing my hair out trying to not to commit murder.
'It's pronounced Ee-LEE-sia. Not Alicia. Not Alyssia. EEEEE! It starts with a bloody E, dammit! What's wrong with you people?!'
Inhale, exhale. Do those breathing exercises they always get the pregnant ladies to do. Inhale, exhale. I'm calm now.
To continue, one thing I really dislike (but can't be helped much) is that they always say my name in that Chinese, sing-song way. You know how it is when you're saying something you can't pronounce, you go slow and there's a pause between every syllable? Ee. LEE. sia. There's always a soft pause and, I always imagined, a nodding of heads when they say it. It's Elyssia, no pause, smooth, soothing. It's derived from Elizabeth (lovely name, Elizabeth. Good Queen Bess, Elizabeth Bennet/Swann), and, I'd like to think, the Elysian Fields in Elysium, a section of the Greek underworld where the souls of the great heroes, warriors and the virtuous are. It's essentially paradise.
If you can't pronounce my name at all, Ely (Ellie, Ally, not Eli as in Ee-Lie. But that would be cool, I think. Cool nickname for cool spelling. Come to think of it, Ely as Ee-Lie would be cool. Different from the crowd, but cool) will do just fine. Or Elle would be just as well. Note, you people. Elle is pronounced L, like the letter, not Ellie. You know, Elle Magazine? You have no idea how many people I know pronounce Elle as Ellie.
But I'd really hope that I'd be able to find someone who can actually pronounce my name right first time around, someone I've never known before. It leaves me a good impression, because you've got to be genius to pronounce my name. A Not-Must-Have-But-A-Bonus for whoever my future guy's going to be.
Or if you're Erina, Ely the Elephant is fine as well.
Only if you're Erina.
And if Erina reads this, quit talking about whips and branding and carving names and me in the same sentence because, honestly, it's really disturbing. Really disturbing.
I was really pleased that my name was so unique, but the other day I googled my first name for fun, and I was stunned. The Elyssia with a myspace, don't know who she is, and can't be bothered, but it was the one underneath that that got me.
Can you say, WTH?
I can't hear you...
Louder!
Thank you. Now you understand my frustration.
I've stopped searching for my name. It's devastating.
Brand New Day - Ryan Star. Go check. It's the Lie to Me theme song. Now I can pretend I'm Cal Lightman, with all that British attitude and his forever hunching back. But if you google Tim Roth, he actually looks quite cute when he was younger.
Sigh.
Cheers.
Was trying to study chem but failed miserably because it was just so noisy in class. I went to the facilities during English and when I came back, Pn Doreen called me over, asking me what is my name. I think I gave her a wth? look because she explained, Xian Yao sitting in front of her, that it seems she had been mispronouncing my name for 2 years plus. So I had to say my name (with held from Xian Yao, you told her she was mispronouncing my name, right?) and she managed to get it.
Then she was saying that I should've corrected her in the beginning, but I kept quiet for two years straight. At this moment, I just gave a dry smile and went back to my place.
You wanted to know why I didn't bother correcting you? Yeah, it's because of this: I could correct you today, but the next time it's back to Alicia. And then I have to correct you again, and it's all fun and games, then the next time you say my name, it's back to Alicia and I'm tearing my hair out trying to not to commit murder.
'It's pronounced Ee-LEE-sia. Not Alicia. Not Alyssia. EEEEE! It starts with a bloody E, dammit! What's wrong with you people?!'
Inhale, exhale. Do those breathing exercises they always get the pregnant ladies to do. Inhale, exhale. I'm calm now.
To continue, one thing I really dislike (but can't be helped much) is that they always say my name in that Chinese, sing-song way. You know how it is when you're saying something you can't pronounce, you go slow and there's a pause between every syllable? Ee. LEE. sia. There's always a soft pause and, I always imagined, a nodding of heads when they say it. It's Elyssia, no pause, smooth, soothing. It's derived from Elizabeth (lovely name, Elizabeth. Good Queen Bess, Elizabeth Bennet/Swann), and, I'd like to think, the Elysian Fields in Elysium, a section of the Greek underworld where the souls of the great heroes, warriors and the virtuous are. It's essentially paradise.
If you can't pronounce my name at all, Ely (Ellie, Ally, not Eli as in Ee-Lie. But that would be cool, I think. Cool nickname for cool spelling. Come to think of it, Ely as Ee-Lie would be cool. Different from the crowd, but cool) will do just fine. Or Elle would be just as well. Note, you people. Elle is pronounced L, like the letter, not Ellie. You know, Elle Magazine? You have no idea how many people I know pronounce Elle as Ellie.
But I'd really hope that I'd be able to find someone who can actually pronounce my name right first time around, someone I've never known before. It leaves me a good impression, because you've got to be genius to pronounce my name. A Not-Must-Have-But-A-Bonus for whoever my future guy's going to be.
Or if you're Erina, Ely the Elephant is fine as well.
Only if you're Erina.
And if Erina reads this, quit talking about whips and branding and carving names and me in the same sentence because, honestly, it's really disturbing. Really disturbing.
I was really pleased that my name was so unique, but the other day I googled my first name for fun, and I was stunned. The Elyssia with a myspace, don't know who she is, and can't be bothered, but it was the one underneath that that got me.
Can you say, WTH?
I can't hear you...
Louder!
Thank you. Now you understand my frustration.
I've stopped searching for my name. It's devastating.
Brand New Day - Ryan Star. Go check. It's the Lie to Me theme song. Now I can pretend I'm Cal Lightman, with all that British attitude and his forever hunching back. But if you google Tim Roth, he actually looks quite cute when he was younger.
Sigh.
Cheers.
Sunday 11 October 2009
Pumpkinism
I am superly attached to the name Morgana I feel like naming my future daughter that. Yes, Morgana is King Arthur's half sister and she's supposed to be a witch or whatnot, but the Morgana I had in mind was the one played by Katie McGrath in Merlin. Genius.
Anyway, apparently there are 30 plus days to SPM and I'm still lax. I'm planning to wake up at what? six thirty tomorrow, spend an hour eating breakfast and then study like mad. I haven't done much progress yet! Only good news is that SPM ends a four days before my birthday so Hurrah!
What else? Ah! I used smartdraw to create my version of Morgana's bedroom in Merlin, only with some modernisation. Call me insane, call me obsessed, I'm a girl on a mission! And I did it. Only the bugger thing wouldn't print and even if it did, it's got the bloody smartdraw watermark on it. I know it's very messy and all but it's my first version so be nice.
[P.S. Unfortunately, if you refer to my cbox, I'm not supposed to link it like that so yeah, link is removed. Sorry]
Call it cacated or whatever you like, but I like my ideal bedroom to be like that. And yes, the bed's supposed to be a fourposter, only they don't have a four-poster symbol I could use. And the table in the middle is a study/meal table. I find it very interesting because nowadays family eat dinner together, but what if your family members are always out of the house? I'd rather think that inviting a friend to eat in your room is kind of intimate and reassuring at the same time, like one of your close friends you can bare all to.
And when you're imagining it in 3D (gonna try to sketch that out later?) the furniture and all are supposed to be oak and stuff, and the table in the middle is laquered rosewood. I know there's a table lamp on the table but it was supposed to be a candelabrum (the thing that holds candles), because it's supposed to be nice and rustic-looking so she (my alter ego, Morgana--yes, yes, obsession) would have lotsa candles all over the place, even a couple on the nightstand. Those circles with the I in the middle are columns, while the zig-zaggy thing in the bottom left corner is a foldable screen. Though why I wanted a screen there I don't know.
At the bottom right corner are two rooms. The top one is like her dressing room, where she's got her wardrobe and stuff. The one at the bottom (obscured by the bloody watermark) is her bathroom. The round thingy at the top left corner is the spiral staircase. Chris said it looked like a one-room thing, but hey, living in a loft isn't that bad.
Yeah, just to let you know, that even if I online, I'd doubt I've got much time to update okay? Let me finish the next two, three months and I'll bloody update every day for you. Especially on my birthday. I'll post my exact whereabouts on my birthday to give you an insight on how boring my birthday can be. Which is why I don't celebrate it.
Oh, and Halloween's coming. I kept on calling it All Hallows Eve after watching a Charmed episode where the main characters called it that instead of Halloween. I support pumpkinism.
Pumpkinism = Rights of pumpkin to be eaten, carved, and lit up solely for fulfilling man's cultural need and pleasure.
[Definition by Lou, more or less]
Till All Hallows Eve, the Beginning of SPM, the end of SPM, my birthday, and Christmas,
Team Whatnot FTW co-president-who-secretly-works-from-behind-the-scenes-to-avoid-capture,
Cheers.
Anyway, apparently there are 30 plus days to SPM and I'm still lax. I'm planning to wake up at what? six thirty tomorrow, spend an hour eating breakfast and then study like mad. I haven't done much progress yet! Only good news is that SPM ends a four days before my birthday so Hurrah!
What else? Ah! I used smartdraw to create my version of Morgana's bedroom in Merlin, only with some modernisation. Call me insane, call me obsessed, I'm a girl on a mission! And I did it. Only the bugger thing wouldn't print and even if it did, it's got the bloody smartdraw watermark on it. I know it's very messy and all but it's my first version so be nice.
[P.S. Unfortunately, if you refer to my cbox, I'm not supposed to link it like that so yeah, link is removed. Sorry]
Call it cacated or whatever you like, but I like my ideal bedroom to be like that. And yes, the bed's supposed to be a fourposter, only they don't have a four-poster symbol I could use. And the table in the middle is a study/meal table. I find it very interesting because nowadays family eat dinner together, but what if your family members are always out of the house? I'd rather think that inviting a friend to eat in your room is kind of intimate and reassuring at the same time, like one of your close friends you can bare all to.
And when you're imagining it in 3D (gonna try to sketch that out later?) the furniture and all are supposed to be oak and stuff, and the table in the middle is laquered rosewood. I know there's a table lamp on the table but it was supposed to be a candelabrum (the thing that holds candles), because it's supposed to be nice and rustic-looking so she (my alter ego, Morgana--yes, yes, obsession) would have lotsa candles all over the place, even a couple on the nightstand. Those circles with the I in the middle are columns, while the zig-zaggy thing in the bottom left corner is a foldable screen. Though why I wanted a screen there I don't know.
At the bottom right corner are two rooms. The top one is like her dressing room, where she's got her wardrobe and stuff. The one at the bottom (obscured by the bloody watermark) is her bathroom. The round thingy at the top left corner is the spiral staircase. Chris said it looked like a one-room thing, but hey, living in a loft isn't that bad.
Yeah, just to let you know, that even if I online, I'd doubt I've got much time to update okay? Let me finish the next two, three months and I'll bloody update every day for you. Especially on my birthday. I'll post my exact whereabouts on my birthday to give you an insight on how boring my birthday can be. Which is why I don't celebrate it.
Oh, and Halloween's coming. I kept on calling it All Hallows Eve after watching a Charmed episode where the main characters called it that instead of Halloween. I support pumpkinism.
Pumpkinism = Rights of pumpkin to be eaten, carved, and lit up solely for fulfilling man's cultural need and pleasure.
[Definition by Lou, more or less]
Till All Hallows Eve, the Beginning of SPM, the end of SPM, my birthday, and Christmas,
Team Whatnot FTW co-president-who-secretly-works-from-behind-the-scenes-to-avoid-capture,
Cheers.
Thursday 8 October 2009
Debates and Irish Radios
I'm so keen on learning the Irish accent (well, Dublin actually, like Katie McGrath's Southern Irish one) that I'm actually listening to an Irish Radio station. It's the RTE Radio 2. http://www.listenlive.eu/ireland.html Go check it out. I doubt many of you will but hey, to each his own.
Was chatting to Lou. Désolé, Lou, for introducting you to slash. Thank God you don't mind, because most of these slash are quite...graphic. I'm going to pasar malam this evening! It's a big deal because I've not been to pasar malam for ages since I started secondary school. Okay, not for ages but very rarely. The last time I went was early this year. Anyway, we're going there to get me a torchlight. I've already got one, but my paranoia is kicking in, and I want a torch that's handy enough for me to whack someone if the need arises.
Blame it on the Relic Hunter and Alias episodes. Besides, Dad's really agreeable. I think he kinda supports my paranoia tendencies, or, as he calls it, 'Eye for Details'. I coverted the really nice 100plus penknife he won, and when I was snooping around the house for matches (yes, my arsonist tendencies emerges occasionally) and found a cheap lighter, he showed me his own (quite old) black-and-gold coloured lighter. Unfortunately, these two were out of gas, and so the next thing I knew, he got me my own Cricket lighter! In Blue! Scares my sis when I'm playing with it though. She's always afraid I'd burn the house down.
So today we're going to get me a nice, whack-handy torch. It's going to be nice and slim that I can carry anyway. At least if I'm trapped somewhere I can use it. Note: Must refresh memory on Morse code to learn to flash SOS.
Was chatting with Xian Yao, talking about college which led to a huge debate about the cultural clashes between Asian and Western. I like Xian Yao. He's cool, and he's probably one of the few people I know that can actually debate intellectually with me. It kinda stimulates my brain to think from a different point of view. Tim is another. Lou's a third. When I'm talking to them, they can understand what I'm saying. I don't really have to break it down for them. It's like we're on the same wavelength or something.
Besides, all four of us (from my point of view, anyway) we're different in our own way but so similar in others. We all like learning, we can hold intellectual conversations (something which I really hunger for), we can theorise. Basically I think we have that "What If?" chromosome embedded in our DNA. The saddest thing in the world is to see man getting so comfortable with their surroundings they can't be bothered to improve themselves.
Oh, oh. I also added an Irish Clock and a Malaysian Clock so yeah.
Cheers.
Was chatting to Lou. Désolé, Lou, for introducting you to slash. Thank God you don't mind, because most of these slash are quite...graphic. I'm going to pasar malam this evening! It's a big deal because I've not been to pasar malam for ages since I started secondary school. Okay, not for ages but very rarely. The last time I went was early this year. Anyway, we're going there to get me a torchlight. I've already got one, but my paranoia is kicking in, and I want a torch that's handy enough for me to whack someone if the need arises.
Blame it on the Relic Hunter and Alias episodes. Besides, Dad's really agreeable. I think he kinda supports my paranoia tendencies, or, as he calls it, 'Eye for Details'. I coverted the really nice 100plus penknife he won, and when I was snooping around the house for matches (yes, my arsonist tendencies emerges occasionally) and found a cheap lighter, he showed me his own (quite old) black-and-gold coloured lighter. Unfortunately, these two were out of gas, and so the next thing I knew, he got me my own Cricket lighter! In Blue! Scares my sis when I'm playing with it though. She's always afraid I'd burn the house down.
So today we're going to get me a nice, whack-handy torch. It's going to be nice and slim that I can carry anyway. At least if I'm trapped somewhere I can use it. Note: Must refresh memory on Morse code to learn to flash SOS.
Was chatting with Xian Yao, talking about college which led to a huge debate about the cultural clashes between Asian and Western. I like Xian Yao. He's cool, and he's probably one of the few people I know that can actually debate intellectually with me. It kinda stimulates my brain to think from a different point of view. Tim is another. Lou's a third. When I'm talking to them, they can understand what I'm saying. I don't really have to break it down for them. It's like we're on the same wavelength or something.
Besides, all four of us (from my point of view, anyway) we're different in our own way but so similar in others. We all like learning, we can hold intellectual conversations (something which I really hunger for), we can theorise. Basically I think we have that "What If?" chromosome embedded in our DNA. The saddest thing in the world is to see man getting so comfortable with their surroundings they can't be bothered to improve themselves.
Oh, oh. I also added an Irish Clock and a Malaysian Clock so yeah.
Cheers.
Tuesday 6 October 2009
When In Doubt, Google
Tim and I were having a minor discussion about personal stuff until we came to the disagreement: Puppy love and crushes are different. Tim was for it, I was against it.
To prove my point I went and Googled it. What I got was this:
http://sg.answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20080821072638AAnFQOH
When I told him, his reaction was;
'You googled the damn thing?'
Pretty hilarious. For me. Not him.
I guess.
Cheers.
To prove my point I went and Googled it. What I got was this:
http://sg.answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20080821072638AAnFQOH
When I told him, his reaction was;
'You googled the damn thing?'
Pretty hilarious. For me. Not him.
I guess.
Cheers.
What Our Devious Minds Can Plot, Our Curiosity Develops.
Was supposed to online for 2 hours a day but I think I might go over the limit here. Anyway, I've done a bit of Physics and Add Maths so I'm probably going to make up for it by doing some more practices.
It's surprising, really, how SPM is 40+ days away but I'm feeling lax. Shar recommended Memories (All We Need) by The Sequel which is really quite genius (Note: I'm using Genius as an adjective for everything I think is brilliant). Really nice. A bit acoustic-y but it fits the song.
Chatted with Timmy the whole day. Started off with his Mystic Meg prediction on FB (You and your gf will be having a new arrival...something like that). Then it went onto Burn Notice, easily the greatest show in my book, next to Relic Hunter, Alias, The Mentalist and Lie To Me. Merlin is also a top contender. Anway, we were talking about this section in the BN website where you could make spy stuff from household items and it was geniusly cool. There were wireless signal jammers and whatnot. It was brilliant, my childhood dream come true.
Okay, so maybe not exactly, but it was lovely. Like spy heaven for spy wanna-bes.
Then Tim suggested that we try to build some of the stuff. So my reply, naturally, was If you make them, I want in. Then I suggested we build a team of whatnots.
Ergo, Team Whatnot FTW was created. FTW = For the Win. Tim's idea. Mine was just Team Whatnot. Then discussion went to MacGyver who only carries a Swiss Army Knife and duct tape. And Tim mentioned that McG carried a big knapsack and when people asked what's inside, McG replies, 'Nothing. It's for the things I find on the way.'
So I said that we should do that as well. Tim just scoffed. 'As if you can find anything around here that's usable. You won't even wanna touch them even if they are.' True enough. That's when I said that's what sanitiser is for. He joked that we were going to need a lot of sanitiser then.
All in all, we were busy playing the quizzes on Burn Notice. For the BN villains, I got Con-Man while he got White Collar. Then with our devious minds, we were plotting about what does Team Whatnot do. To quote Timmy,
"We've been goin on and on abt whatnot but wat exactly is d whatnot dat team whatnot's gonna b doing xD"
Yeah. Genius right, us. Planning out the team without knowing what whatnot the team will be doing. It's a nice gesture, you know. Having a team of friends make things out of household items. It's informative and interesting. Would you prefer to make a wireless device that works using the whole sound waves thing (Physics Form 5 Chpt 1) or would you prefer to study and study without knowing or understanding it? Dunno about you, but I like working with my hands, and I learn better that way.
Like I said,
"We will reignite the fires of curiosity from one tiny spark!"
Then there's this cool quote from Burn Notice in one of the quizzes.
You get caught taking home office supplies when it's against office policy. What do you do?
1. Admit nothing, deny everything and make counter accusations.
2. Say everyone's doing it as well.
3. Say you have a reason to do so since you're bringing work home with you.
4. I forgot what it said.
Ultimately, I chose 1.
Onward, comrades, conspirators and calculators! May the pi be with you.
Drink up ya mateys yo ho! (Tim's line)
Cheers!
It's surprising, really, how SPM is 40+ days away but I'm feeling lax. Shar recommended Memories (All We Need) by The Sequel which is really quite genius (Note: I'm using Genius as an adjective for everything I think is brilliant). Really nice. A bit acoustic-y but it fits the song.
Chatted with Timmy the whole day. Started off with his Mystic Meg prediction on FB (You and your gf will be having a new arrival...something like that). Then it went onto Burn Notice, easily the greatest show in my book, next to Relic Hunter, Alias, The Mentalist and Lie To Me. Merlin is also a top contender. Anway, we were talking about this section in the BN website where you could make spy stuff from household items and it was geniusly cool. There were wireless signal jammers and whatnot. It was brilliant, my childhood dream come true.
Okay, so maybe not exactly, but it was lovely. Like spy heaven for spy wanna-bes.
Then Tim suggested that we try to build some of the stuff. So my reply, naturally, was If you make them, I want in. Then I suggested we build a team of whatnots.
Ergo, Team Whatnot FTW was created. FTW = For the Win. Tim's idea. Mine was just Team Whatnot. Then discussion went to MacGyver who only carries a Swiss Army Knife and duct tape. And Tim mentioned that McG carried a big knapsack and when people asked what's inside, McG replies, 'Nothing. It's for the things I find on the way.'
So I said that we should do that as well. Tim just scoffed. 'As if you can find anything around here that's usable. You won't even wanna touch them even if they are.' True enough. That's when I said that's what sanitiser is for. He joked that we were going to need a lot of sanitiser then.
All in all, we were busy playing the quizzes on Burn Notice. For the BN villains, I got Con-Man while he got White Collar. Then with our devious minds, we were plotting about what does Team Whatnot do. To quote Timmy,
"We've been goin on and on abt whatnot but wat exactly is d whatnot dat team whatnot's gonna b doing xD"
Yeah. Genius right, us. Planning out the team without knowing what whatnot the team will be doing. It's a nice gesture, you know. Having a team of friends make things out of household items. It's informative and interesting. Would you prefer to make a wireless device that works using the whole sound waves thing (Physics Form 5 Chpt 1) or would you prefer to study and study without knowing or understanding it? Dunno about you, but I like working with my hands, and I learn better that way.
Like I said,
"We will reignite the fires of curiosity from one tiny spark!"
Then there's this cool quote from Burn Notice in one of the quizzes.
You get caught taking home office supplies when it's against office policy. What do you do?
1. Admit nothing, deny everything and make counter accusations.
2. Say everyone's doing it as well.
3. Say you have a reason to do so since you're bringing work home with you.
4. I forgot what it said.
Ultimately, I chose 1.
Onward, comrades, conspirators and calculators! May the pi be with you.
Drink up ya mateys yo ho! (Tim's line)
Cheers!
Monday 5 October 2009
Boredom Reigning In My Veins
If I have to log into Louise's blog and see the OH MY FATHER'S GOAT post one more time, I will kill myself. Or maybe I should just stop logging into her blog until after exams. What does OMFG even mea....oh. I only got the hint when I typed it out. Bit slow, yea?
Désolé, Lou.
Moment of eccentricity. I'm eccentric.
Cheers.
Désolé, Lou.
Moment of eccentricity. I'm eccentric.
Cheers.
You Don't Yell At Me One Minute And Expect Me To Help You The Next. It's Not Right.
Oh. Em. Gee.
As much as I hate using it (sounds a bit lala), it is nevertheless well-suited for the occasion.
I discovered I have LiveJournal!
And the thing is, the only reason why I did it aeons ago was because most of the Morgana sites I went to were all LJs and I wanted one as well. Only I forgot I'd made it until today, where I oh-so-cleverly (note the sarcasm) tried to create a LJ and realised that my username (PerhapsSamson) was taken. And believe me, I created it myself and there's no way there's another PerhapsSamson out there. So I signed in and voila! I rediscovered my LJ, which has been in a terrible state of neglect and decay, I'm afraid.
To remedy this I will now link my LJ to my blog. However, dear readers (which, creepily enough, includes my sister) I will not update LJ. At all. Or very much. LJ's purpose is to serve as a linking site to all my beloved Morgana fanfics. Or maybe I should just link the fanfic to my blog instead. Whatever.
Will not be blogging much due to SPM. So don't expect anything unless I've got something really hilarious to share.
And it's really crappy, how everyone says that all we need to do is suffer two more months and after that it's all over. Don't they get it? It's never over. After SPM there's college and you have to slog like you're running away from the gates of Hell, then after that you're slogging at work to get a promotion, and after retirement you're slogging to do research and buy all those bloddy health supplements so you don't expire quickly. What happened to the whole idea of living every day like it's your last?
We're really hypocritical.
And yes if you have your opinion about the issue above by all means, go ahead but don't expect me to conform to it. I am eccentric. Being eccentric means I don't have to conform to everything. Like I've always said,
Just because I have to ________(insert appropriate answer: grow up, do something) does not mean I have to like it.
I really like Morgana. Or rather, Katie McGrath. She's genius. And I'm probably fawning but I don't care.
Hilarity moment: My sister actually recommended my blog to a friend of hers to read it. When she told me I was expecting something like, Your sister, not bad wei her writing. Okay lah, maybe a bit perasan-ed but my sis actually thought her friend was going to say something like that. Wanna know what her friend said instead?
"Hey I went to your sis's blog and I found a personality quiz there!"
Enjoy the wth? looks on our faces.
Cheers.
As much as I hate using it (sounds a bit lala), it is nevertheless well-suited for the occasion.
I discovered I have LiveJournal!
And the thing is, the only reason why I did it aeons ago was because most of the Morgana sites I went to were all LJs and I wanted one as well. Only I forgot I'd made it until today, where I oh-so-cleverly (note the sarcasm) tried to create a LJ and realised that my username (PerhapsSamson) was taken. And believe me, I created it myself and there's no way there's another PerhapsSamson out there. So I signed in and voila! I rediscovered my LJ, which has been in a terrible state of neglect and decay, I'm afraid.
To remedy this I will now link my LJ to my blog. However, dear readers (which, creepily enough, includes my sister) I will not update LJ. At all. Or very much. LJ's purpose is to serve as a linking site to all my beloved Morgana fanfics. Or maybe I should just link the fanfic to my blog instead. Whatever.
Will not be blogging much due to SPM. So don't expect anything unless I've got something really hilarious to share.
And it's really crappy, how everyone says that all we need to do is suffer two more months and after that it's all over. Don't they get it? It's never over. After SPM there's college and you have to slog like you're running away from the gates of Hell, then after that you're slogging at work to get a promotion, and after retirement you're slogging to do research and buy all those bloddy health supplements so you don't expire quickly. What happened to the whole idea of living every day like it's your last?
We're really hypocritical.
And yes if you have your opinion about the issue above by all means, go ahead but don't expect me to conform to it. I am eccentric. Being eccentric means I don't have to conform to everything. Like I've always said,
Just because I have to ________(insert appropriate answer: grow up, do something) does not mean I have to like it.
I really like Morgana. Or rather, Katie McGrath. She's genius. And I'm probably fawning but I don't care.
Hilarity moment: My sister actually recommended my blog to a friend of hers to read it. When she told me I was expecting something like, Your sister, not bad wei her writing. Okay lah, maybe a bit perasan-ed but my sis actually thought her friend was going to say something like that. Wanna know what her friend said instead?
"Hey I went to your sis's blog and I found a personality quiz there!"
Enjoy the wth? looks on our faces.
Cheers.
Thursday 1 October 2009
Of Autographs, Humour and Wasting Time
Okay so got most of the results back. Generally, I'm quite okay with it. Key word being "Generally". Really going to have to do better for Physics, Biology (In which I got a B but could've gotta an A for), Add Maths (I'm screwed) and History.
This week we've been a mite busy on our "testimonials". I initially thought that testimonials were letters of recommendation or stuff like that from teachers. It turned out to be a form filled with our curricular and school activities signed by our teacher advisor.
We've got the papers before the Raya hols but had absolutely no idea what to do with them. So in a state of Screw It Syndrome (SIS), I simply chucked the whole thing into my file (love that word: chucked. Sounds so...chucky) and left it there to rot and decompose, never mind that it takes about 60-90 days to biodegrade.
Only recently did I save it from decomposing when I pulled the whole thing out on Tuesday and checked the timeline I had in my laptop files (yes, I actually write up a timeline of every event I took part in--thank God to Mum for suggesting I do this back in January. Saved me time trying to figure out what my academic achievements were.)
So I scrolled through my timeline and started writing in pencil all the stuff I did in school. University of New South Wales English assessment, Public Speaking Training and Competition in Sunway College, English Public Speaking Competition in the form of a book review in Form 4 (did Pride & Prejudice, though I based it mostly on the movie which was way more interesting--to me--than the book. You think the judges actually read the book?) which I won second prize for. First prize went to a Form 5. Chemistry Crossword Puzzle which I thought I screwed up badly but ended up getting first prize.
Then on Wednesday, Pn Maziana was telling everyone to hand up our papers on Thursday. That's when everyone started panicking and going around to see how it was done and written. Had mine done with help from Ben, Jeremy, Darrel, David and Chris (who's been having the mickey taken out of him because of his online alias: Rancora. There was this time when Pn Ting asked who was supposed to help Chanti sweep the class and Chris belatedly realised it was him. He got up, and Jit Sun was crowing: Rancora's an ass or something like that. Shite. Forgot that Chris reads my blog. Sorry, kitty-cat. XD)
Since first period on Wednesday was EST, we decided to get our CF signatures from Pn Carol. After that it was a mad dash around the school. Mid year they noticed too many students entering the staff room freely so they had this policy where you could only enter with a pass from a teacher. However when I entered the staff room today with David and Erina to get signatures, it was filled with students. Obviously disregarding the sign on the door that says, 'Pelajar tidak dibenarkan masuk.'
After EST we got back our Add Maths marks, and then we had English. Pn Doreen wasn't here so Erina, Xian Yao, Wee Liam and I left to get signatures. First, we went to look for Mr. Ravi (for scouts) in the disiplin room but before we got there (still have no idea where it is) I spotted him entering a Form 4 class. We were going to enter but he motioned for us to wait outside while the Form 4s (most of who had been ponteng-ing) scrambled back into class. He managed to get them into order when two girls tried to enter surreptitiously by running behind him to their seats. Unfortunately he caught them and yelled at them to stand outside. Then he signed mine, XY and WL's papers.
XY and WL left but Rin and I were hanging about the staff room to find form 3 teacher Pn Wan Hajimah cause we needed her to sign our Ketua Tingkatan/Penolong Ketua Tingkatan posts. Somehow gifted with spotting abilities (hah), I managed to spot her before she went down the stairs and immediately rushed over, desperately asking her to sign.
Went back to class and got Pn Liew to sign my Rumah Ungu (she's one of the teacher advisors) and my Chem Quiz/Olympic Chem Quiz thing.
Then today, they had an emergency seminar about how to write our Testimonials and Surat Akuan. A bit last minute, everyone thought. Wasting our time as well. After which we went back to class to begin the whole signature-seeking process, but we were stopped by Pn Maziana who gave us another paper: surat for the curriculum activities which she forgot to give us. Erina was bloody pissed when she found out that Pn Maziana didn't have time to finish filling the forms for the whole class, did half of the class only, and conveniently stopped at her form. (I'm before Erina in the name list so I got lucky mine was filled up *smirks*)
Erina thinks PM has a grudge against her or something. So we were discussing the whole thing when David mentioned that PM didn't want to see correction tape (a more convenient form of liquid paper) on our paper so whoever had used CR had to redo the whole thing. David and Erina had to redo the whole thing. Then someone said it had to be in BLOCK letters so they had to request more paper just to finish it up.
Halfway through, Erina got so fed up she took her new sheets of paper, and pointed surreptitiously to the left where Gerald was listening to David's iPod and mouthing at me, 'His handwriting big or not?'
Erina's handwriting was small so she wanted someone to fill her form for her. I nodded, cause Gerald's handwriting is really nice for a guy and is probably nicer than mine cause he writes with flourishes in a very artsy way, like he's drawing his name instead of writing it. Hey, no kidding. I saw the way he wrote his name on his Bio 3 paper and it was really nice.
So we waved Gerald down and got him to fill in Erina's paper for her, all the while Rin and I were saying, 'Hey, his handwriting really nice.' and Rin noted that he was trembling and said so. Jit Sun came over, holding his documents as well and plopped down on the chair beside Gerald. 'Hey, they paying you to do this or not?'
When Gerald just smiled, Jit Sun started preening and fluttering his lashes at Gerald, his voice going all feminine, 'Can you fill up for me as well?' We were laughing while Gerald nodded yes.
Then Jit Sun got playful and started asking. 'How is she (nods at Erina) going to pay you?' We looked at him. 'She doesn't have her virginity anymore.'
This caused Erina to let out a loud WEI of indignance. Then I joined in on the fun. 'Yeah, cause she lost it to the table in EduSmart.' In-joke, people. Erina used to joke about losing her virginity to a table in EduSmart.
To retaliate Erina shot Jit Sun with a question. 'So, how are you going to pay him? Didn't you lose yours (virginity) already?'
Jit Sun was unperturbed. 'No lah, unless you count loosing it to my hand.' This caused Erina to let out another Eew and Jit Sun to cackle in wicked delight when the implication of the sentence sunk in.
Later, after all was done, David got so fed-up he went (or got someone) to go to Mr Allen, Penolong Kanan Hal Ehwal Murid (HEM--in charge of student stuff) and asked about the Block letters and correction tape thing.
The final verdict?
Mr Allen said it was alright (since later they were going to type it in anyway.) So David was a bit annoyed he'd done everything for nothing. Thank God I didn't bother to waste paper and ink on redoing my paper when I used a bit of correction tape.
So far I've got most of my signatures: I'm only missing Pn Doreen's signatures for my UNSW and other English related stuff. Gerald, it seems, turned out to be a Scout and Rumah Ungu fellow! Who happens to never show up at meetings. He was even wondering if he could just forge Mr. Ravi's signature for the Scouts column.
Okay, tension over. Now to the hilarious part.
Monday. We were in Physics tuition. Candice and Jit Sun were sitting behind me, and Janice and Ya Jen behind them. Jan was showing Sun her English essay, which started with "I knew that I had..." So Jan was writing, in first person, about a woman with stomach cancer. According to the essay (Sun was reading all the funny bits out), "I" had a husband, Greg (Sun said it was a common name, not bad), and three children, Anakin (Sun and I were like, What?), Jane and Little Logan (confirmed by Jan to be taken from Gilmore Girls).
Turns out that Anakin and Jane were college students while Little Logan was three? six? His age kept coming into question when Sun mentioned that a three year old wouldn't have said the word "coped" (a sentence in the essay). Sun even went on to say that "I" and Greg were really something to have two kids in college and one kid three years old. At one point Sun snorted with laughter, and when Jan protested it was a sad story, he proceeded to sob theatrically.
There was a bit in the essay that said "I" had to be carried by Greg to bed and Little Logan helped by pulling on "My" pants. Here, Sun was shaking his head. 'So young already like that!' I mentioned to Candice that we should keep our kids away from Sun. Overall the story was okay.
Tuesday. Not much happened. At least, not that I can remember. All I remember was the return of the dreaded exam papers. Got an A2 for Bm, my first ever A for BM. All because I got 104 out of 130 for my two essays. English essay was fine but I went down by one point. Maybe I'll type it out and you can agree with me that it's not my best work. It's titled Water. Gerald, who did the water theme, talked about Water the Dog. He got splashed with water cause it was his birthday.
Wednesday. Just realised that most of the fun stuff happens in Chemistry tuition. Tim and his other half sat behind me and Tim kept on borrowing my paper to copy. Elaine finally showed up at tuition after a month of hiatus and Ben and I were busy discussing. We were given a work sheet by Mrs Foo and were doing the essay questions when we got stumped on a question.
It went something like this. It started with A was mixed with B to produce salt C and a colourless liquid (which, we later derived from the equation, turned out to be water). So the next question was (more or less),
Explain a test to confirm the colourless liquid (aka water). The correct answer was to mix it with anhydrous copper sulphate, which will turn from white to blue in the presence of water. But when someone asked Mrs Foo, 'Teacher, how to test water?' This was Montri's clever reply:
'You drink it lah!!'
The whole class burst out laughing, especially us Cempakians Plus One--CPO. (I'm terming us the Majority because in class, Montri, Janice, Candice and her friend Fiona--not really a major deal--fill the second row while Elaine, Ben and I fill the third row. Needless to say, Montri, Jan, Candice, Elaine, Ben and I were the loudest bunch in class. Or was it because the other students were too quiet?)
Montri didn't seem perturbed. 'Really, what. If it tastes like water then is water lorr!'
That, dear readers, is the logic of our very own Thai boy.
The next essay question started with:
What is a salt?
While Ben and I were copying the textbook version from my notes (a salt is an ionic compound where the H+ ions from an acid is replaced by a metal ion or an ammonium ion), Elaine had taken a leaf from Montri's book and devised her own answer.
'You see, must write like that.' Elaine nodded her head sagely. '"Salt? I dunno what salt is. I like sweet things, not salty things." Then you must add a smiley face for teacher to see.'
Ben and I were in hysterics.
Oh, I forgot. Monday, we were getting ready for our last exam cause it was postponed (refer to my last couple of posts--I think I mentioned why). Our class is in Block C. Usually the gates of the staircase is locked, and at seven or so, some students come up to open the gates for us. Jo was one of them.
So that morning, I was checking my watch, muttering about the bloody idiots who kept us waiting downstairs. Got so impatient I went and stood in front of the gates. Chris joined me and I was angrily pointing out the time to him. 'See? It's seven fifteen! Where is the bloody idiot who's going to open the bloody door for us?'
Then Chris started talking to someone I couldn't see. 'Hey, Joseph. She called you an idiot.'
I swung around, and there Jo was, coming to open the gates for us. He was looking at me weirdly. 'Did you call me an idiot?'
'No, I did not!' I was fumbling around. Honestly, I thought it was someone else who was supposed to open the gates for us cause I saw Jo walking up earlier. Chris was laughing and J0 was amused. I think.
Thursday i.e. today. Nothing much. All mentioned above. So now I'm going to play an hour of games (only one hour limit lah) before I go study?
Cheers.
This week we've been a mite busy on our "testimonials". I initially thought that testimonials were letters of recommendation or stuff like that from teachers. It turned out to be a form filled with our curricular and school activities signed by our teacher advisor.
We've got the papers before the Raya hols but had absolutely no idea what to do with them. So in a state of Screw It Syndrome (SIS), I simply chucked the whole thing into my file (love that word: chucked. Sounds so...chucky) and left it there to rot and decompose, never mind that it takes about 60-90 days to biodegrade.
Only recently did I save it from decomposing when I pulled the whole thing out on Tuesday and checked the timeline I had in my laptop files (yes, I actually write up a timeline of every event I took part in--thank God to Mum for suggesting I do this back in January. Saved me time trying to figure out what my academic achievements were.)
So I scrolled through my timeline and started writing in pencil all the stuff I did in school. University of New South Wales English assessment, Public Speaking Training and Competition in Sunway College, English Public Speaking Competition in the form of a book review in Form 4 (did Pride & Prejudice, though I based it mostly on the movie which was way more interesting--to me--than the book. You think the judges actually read the book?) which I won second prize for. First prize went to a Form 5. Chemistry Crossword Puzzle which I thought I screwed up badly but ended up getting first prize.
Then on Wednesday, Pn Maziana was telling everyone to hand up our papers on Thursday. That's when everyone started panicking and going around to see how it was done and written. Had mine done with help from Ben, Jeremy, Darrel, David and Chris (who's been having the mickey taken out of him because of his online alias: Rancora. There was this time when Pn Ting asked who was supposed to help Chanti sweep the class and Chris belatedly realised it was him. He got up, and Jit Sun was crowing: Rancora's an ass or something like that. Shite. Forgot that Chris reads my blog. Sorry, kitty-cat. XD)
Since first period on Wednesday was EST, we decided to get our CF signatures from Pn Carol. After that it was a mad dash around the school. Mid year they noticed too many students entering the staff room freely so they had this policy where you could only enter with a pass from a teacher. However when I entered the staff room today with David and Erina to get signatures, it was filled with students. Obviously disregarding the sign on the door that says, 'Pelajar tidak dibenarkan masuk.'
After EST we got back our Add Maths marks, and then we had English. Pn Doreen wasn't here so Erina, Xian Yao, Wee Liam and I left to get signatures. First, we went to look for Mr. Ravi (for scouts) in the disiplin room but before we got there (still have no idea where it is) I spotted him entering a Form 4 class. We were going to enter but he motioned for us to wait outside while the Form 4s (most of who had been ponteng-ing) scrambled back into class. He managed to get them into order when two girls tried to enter surreptitiously by running behind him to their seats. Unfortunately he caught them and yelled at them to stand outside. Then he signed mine, XY and WL's papers.
XY and WL left but Rin and I were hanging about the staff room to find form 3 teacher Pn Wan Hajimah cause we needed her to sign our Ketua Tingkatan/Penolong Ketua Tingkatan posts. Somehow gifted with spotting abilities (hah), I managed to spot her before she went down the stairs and immediately rushed over, desperately asking her to sign.
Went back to class and got Pn Liew to sign my Rumah Ungu (she's one of the teacher advisors) and my Chem Quiz/Olympic Chem Quiz thing.
Then today, they had an emergency seminar about how to write our Testimonials and Surat Akuan. A bit last minute, everyone thought. Wasting our time as well. After which we went back to class to begin the whole signature-seeking process, but we were stopped by Pn Maziana who gave us another paper: surat for the curriculum activities which she forgot to give us. Erina was bloody pissed when she found out that Pn Maziana didn't have time to finish filling the forms for the whole class, did half of the class only, and conveniently stopped at her form. (I'm before Erina in the name list so I got lucky mine was filled up *smirks*)
Erina thinks PM has a grudge against her or something. So we were discussing the whole thing when David mentioned that PM didn't want to see correction tape (a more convenient form of liquid paper) on our paper so whoever had used CR had to redo the whole thing. David and Erina had to redo the whole thing. Then someone said it had to be in BLOCK letters so they had to request more paper just to finish it up.
Halfway through, Erina got so fed up she took her new sheets of paper, and pointed surreptitiously to the left where Gerald was listening to David's iPod and mouthing at me, 'His handwriting big or not?'
Erina's handwriting was small so she wanted someone to fill her form for her. I nodded, cause Gerald's handwriting is really nice for a guy and is probably nicer than mine cause he writes with flourishes in a very artsy way, like he's drawing his name instead of writing it. Hey, no kidding. I saw the way he wrote his name on his Bio 3 paper and it was really nice.
So we waved Gerald down and got him to fill in Erina's paper for her, all the while Rin and I were saying, 'Hey, his handwriting really nice.' and Rin noted that he was trembling and said so. Jit Sun came over, holding his documents as well and plopped down on the chair beside Gerald. 'Hey, they paying you to do this or not?'
When Gerald just smiled, Jit Sun started preening and fluttering his lashes at Gerald, his voice going all feminine, 'Can you fill up for me as well?' We were laughing while Gerald nodded yes.
Then Jit Sun got playful and started asking. 'How is she (nods at Erina) going to pay you?' We looked at him. 'She doesn't have her virginity anymore.'
This caused Erina to let out a loud WEI of indignance. Then I joined in on the fun. 'Yeah, cause she lost it to the table in EduSmart.' In-joke, people. Erina used to joke about losing her virginity to a table in EduSmart.
To retaliate Erina shot Jit Sun with a question. 'So, how are you going to pay him? Didn't you lose yours (virginity) already?'
Jit Sun was unperturbed. 'No lah, unless you count loosing it to my hand.' This caused Erina to let out another Eew and Jit Sun to cackle in wicked delight when the implication of the sentence sunk in.
Later, after all was done, David got so fed-up he went (or got someone) to go to Mr Allen, Penolong Kanan Hal Ehwal Murid (HEM--in charge of student stuff) and asked about the Block letters and correction tape thing.
The final verdict?
Mr Allen said it was alright (since later they were going to type it in anyway.) So David was a bit annoyed he'd done everything for nothing. Thank God I didn't bother to waste paper and ink on redoing my paper when I used a bit of correction tape.
So far I've got most of my signatures: I'm only missing Pn Doreen's signatures for my UNSW and other English related stuff. Gerald, it seems, turned out to be a Scout and Rumah Ungu fellow! Who happens to never show up at meetings. He was even wondering if he could just forge Mr. Ravi's signature for the Scouts column.
Okay, tension over. Now to the hilarious part.
Monday. We were in Physics tuition. Candice and Jit Sun were sitting behind me, and Janice and Ya Jen behind them. Jan was showing Sun her English essay, which started with "I knew that I had..." So Jan was writing, in first person, about a woman with stomach cancer. According to the essay (Sun was reading all the funny bits out), "I" had a husband, Greg (Sun said it was a common name, not bad), and three children, Anakin (Sun and I were like, What?), Jane and Little Logan (confirmed by Jan to be taken from Gilmore Girls).
Turns out that Anakin and Jane were college students while Little Logan was three? six? His age kept coming into question when Sun mentioned that a three year old wouldn't have said the word "coped" (a sentence in the essay). Sun even went on to say that "I" and Greg were really something to have two kids in college and one kid three years old. At one point Sun snorted with laughter, and when Jan protested it was a sad story, he proceeded to sob theatrically.
There was a bit in the essay that said "I" had to be carried by Greg to bed and Little Logan helped by pulling on "My" pants. Here, Sun was shaking his head. 'So young already like that!' I mentioned to Candice that we should keep our kids away from Sun. Overall the story was okay.
Tuesday. Not much happened. At least, not that I can remember. All I remember was the return of the dreaded exam papers. Got an A2 for Bm, my first ever A for BM. All because I got 104 out of 130 for my two essays. English essay was fine but I went down by one point. Maybe I'll type it out and you can agree with me that it's not my best work. It's titled Water. Gerald, who did the water theme, talked about Water the Dog. He got splashed with water cause it was his birthday.
Wednesday. Just realised that most of the fun stuff happens in Chemistry tuition. Tim and his other half sat behind me and Tim kept on borrowing my paper to copy. Elaine finally showed up at tuition after a month of hiatus and Ben and I were busy discussing. We were given a work sheet by Mrs Foo and were doing the essay questions when we got stumped on a question.
It went something like this. It started with A was mixed with B to produce salt C and a colourless liquid (which, we later derived from the equation, turned out to be water). So the next question was (more or less),
Explain a test to confirm the colourless liquid (aka water). The correct answer was to mix it with anhydrous copper sulphate, which will turn from white to blue in the presence of water. But when someone asked Mrs Foo, 'Teacher, how to test water?' This was Montri's clever reply:
'You drink it lah!!'
The whole class burst out laughing, especially us Cempakians Plus One--CPO. (I'm terming us the Majority because in class, Montri, Janice, Candice and her friend Fiona--not really a major deal--fill the second row while Elaine, Ben and I fill the third row. Needless to say, Montri, Jan, Candice, Elaine, Ben and I were the loudest bunch in class. Or was it because the other students were too quiet?)
Montri didn't seem perturbed. 'Really, what. If it tastes like water then is water lorr!'
That, dear readers, is the logic of our very own Thai boy.
The next essay question started with:
What is a salt?
While Ben and I were copying the textbook version from my notes (a salt is an ionic compound where the H+ ions from an acid is replaced by a metal ion or an ammonium ion), Elaine had taken a leaf from Montri's book and devised her own answer.
'You see, must write like that.' Elaine nodded her head sagely. '"Salt? I dunno what salt is. I like sweet things, not salty things." Then you must add a smiley face for teacher to see.'
Ben and I were in hysterics.
Oh, I forgot. Monday, we were getting ready for our last exam cause it was postponed (refer to my last couple of posts--I think I mentioned why). Our class is in Block C. Usually the gates of the staircase is locked, and at seven or so, some students come up to open the gates for us. Jo was one of them.
So that morning, I was checking my watch, muttering about the bloody idiots who kept us waiting downstairs. Got so impatient I went and stood in front of the gates. Chris joined me and I was angrily pointing out the time to him. 'See? It's seven fifteen! Where is the bloody idiot who's going to open the bloody door for us?'
Then Chris started talking to someone I couldn't see. 'Hey, Joseph. She called you an idiot.'
I swung around, and there Jo was, coming to open the gates for us. He was looking at me weirdly. 'Did you call me an idiot?'
'No, I did not!' I was fumbling around. Honestly, I thought it was someone else who was supposed to open the gates for us cause I saw Jo walking up earlier. Chris was laughing and J0 was amused. I think.
Thursday i.e. today. Nothing much. All mentioned above. So now I'm going to play an hour of games (only one hour limit lah) before I go study?
Cheers.
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