God's message

I shot all those! Whatever. Yesterday I had dinner with a couple of my dad's usual 'hang-outters' at Garden Cafe. It was Aunty Nora's birthday (HAPPY BIRTHDAY!) and how old she is, I have absolutely no idea. There was a chocolate cheese cake. Food, food, glorious food. How can some people actually survive on bread, water and fruits diet?? I would have possibly been admitted to Sarawak General Hospital after one day of just nothing but bread, water and fruits. Lack of protein! Some of my species diet just to look like lamp posts because they think its hot. I never found lamp posts hot and I don't think I will ever class a lamp post as hot. Food was created to be eaten after all... in the right amounts of course.

Anyway, back to my story... There was this cat at the cafe and the grubby creature kept rubbing itself against my leg! It must have been freaking happy when I accidentally dropped a butter prawn onto the floor. For a stray cat, that was one very fat cat...

Look at the mess it made on the floor! Oh, hang on... it messed up the mess that I made. My phone cracked again, the downwards softkey. A-G-A-I-N! Why?? I blame that somebody because this would not have happened if I never text messaged that much. Maybe it's God's message to me that it's high time to get a new mobile phone? The red Sony Ericsson W910i is an updated version of the W850i and is so, so, so tempting... Maybe one will fall out of the sky tomorrow... *dreams big* It's red... it's nice...

Peace?

Merdeka Day today...
Wonder how much peace will there be today...
The irony...is remarkable...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEMIE!

Merdeka

Enough of the ranting. I shall blog about other stuff that happened during today's Merdeka Celebrations. I wore a light blue batik kebarung and to de-Malayrize my outfit, I had a bronze bangle on and a pair of gold heels. Three inches. Poor feet. Whole day of standing, walking here and there to do stuff...poor, poor feet. A 6 hour celebration in school. I loved the Indian dance the 3A2's did. It was a catchy and pretty cute dance especially when they were all in err... colourful Punjabi outfits dancing to an Indian song. Lyssandra Chua got first in the Traditional Costume Pagent and I forgot the names of the other two who got second and third. Lots of singing, dancing, yelling, clapping, a Treasure Hunt competition, a Quiz Kemerdekaan that the top 3 in the class must go for (which I was busy doing something until I forgot to go for it, food sale (David bakes the nicest homemade chocolate chip cookies made in Kuching I've tasted so far. However, when Esther said 100g cost Rm6.00, I dashed away and got free samples from other people), and lots of ranting from me. That's all from me today. Too lazy to blog.

Very pro?

That's right, I absolutely agree with whatever that is in the image above. Well, mainly because I wrote that. The motto "NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE" or "IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING" is the dumbest motto ever created by man. Is man that oblivious to the impossible? If nothing is impossible, can birds fly without wings?? I ask you that! If impossible was nothing, then birds can fly without wings. Talk about stupidity. Man should think before they project their ideas. Come on, logic and common sense!

I'm ranting today. Not based on the concept of,"I DON'T CARE" but because I have the right to voice out my opinions as long I do not include any profanities in this post about what I am ranting about. Fine, today is the Merdeka celebration thing my school threw. So I was there backstage, supervising the prefects and helping out with whatever I can. Now's the time for my PA SYSTEM ORDEAL...

We prefects were always told not to touch the pa system. Today, I was told to plug the microphones for choir in. Fine, I plugged them in without even asking anyone where to plug it in the two jacks. Did as I was told. The choir teacher adjusted the volume control of the microphones. But I noticed something... all three microphone volumes up and the two microphones I just plugged in, have no on/off switch. Since, there was no teacher there and the rule of 'do not touch'... you get the point. So, when the principal was almost through her speech, there was a minute static noise and screech. Rather unusual actually, considering the fact why would it only screech now after such a long period of time. Then, Teacher A and Teacher B comes...

Teacher A screeches at me: Don't stand near the PA!!! (implying that standing near the PA causes static/screeching)
Teacher A continues on screeching: Why the microphones facing the PA!!! (implying microphones facing the PA causes static/screeching)
Teacher A violently turns the microphone stands away from the PA (microphone screeches on)
Teacher A shrieks: WHY YOU PLUG IN THE MICROPHONES WHEN YOU'RE NOT USING IT YET??? (isn't a PA system meant to have everything set up before in preparation for a function? Duh!)
Teacher A violently yanks the jacks out of the PA system. Static/screeching continues on. Teacher B comes into the scene...
Teacher B yells: Look at the light! (points up at flickering flourescent lamp) Flickering! That's why the microphone sound also like that! You see! When the light flicker, the microphone sound also!

I was bemused by all the theories put forth and angry at them for blaming without any logical reasons. So, fine I moved to the back and let the teachers deal with the PA system on their own, ignored them. Then, time for choir. I hung back and did not bother with the PA. Why should I? It's apparent that the teachers think they can do better than me. So let them be then. However, I had to just adjust the volume controls for the choir teacher's sake. Then, I told Teacher A, it's best if she just takes over handling the PA. What happened? Lots of static and screeches begins once she twiddles with the controls. So, what's the problem now?? Ahh... I am not going to state. I AM NO PRO REMEMBER? (For crying out loud, I could handle a PA system as if it was my PC!) Oh yeah, what I did was, I hung back and smiled in my own self amusement.

If prefects are going to keep getting blamed if something goes wrong with the PA system, then I believe, a teacher should handle the PA system herself/himself for any function which requires the usage of the PA system. Why? Simply because of "do not touch" rule and if there's a PA system pro among the teachers, then let them do it. Unless, you properly train the prefect and let her handle the PA system without the "do not touch" rule then. Or if you want to carry on like how it is now, then have that PA pro teacher watch over the prefect throughout the event. Why? Because every houseman requires a MO. So there.

Retarded colours?

What's the definition of a "normal" colour?
If there are "normal" colours... then there would be "abnormal" colours?
Something abnormal about a colour means...???

Ambang Merdeka is tomorrow. The school made it compulsory for all of us to wear traditional Malaysian outfits. I couldn't make up my mind to wear what in the first place. Baju kurung? Traditional Thailand woven silk (which could easily pass off as Malay kain songket actually)? Baju kebaya? Baju kebarung? Why am I so Malay cultured? Exactly. I just had to de-Malay my outfit by spoiling it with a medieval Chinese bronze bangle which had a dragon carved on. I couldn't make up my mind at first what colour Malay piece to wear. Pink? Blue? Brown? Purple? Metallic? Green? Gold? Peach? What a selection!

Quote the bugger: "Typical of your species. Sometimes the sky already fall down, still cannot decide on what to wear..."

So, I settled down with a pinkish-violet baju kurung which had a printed floral pattern. I finally made my first decision after such looooong moments of hard deciding.

Quote the bugger: "Ewww...vomits...coughs blood...pink...coughs a whole pool of blood...vomits lunch and blood...pukes breakfast and blood...pukes last nights dinner...pukes gastric juices...vomits...ugh. Pink. Imagines a rotting carcass."

There goes my decision. Influenced. Next up, I settled for a lilac-purple batik baju kebarung. Purple is a fine colour. Isn't that Sam's obsession?

Quote the bugger: "Urgh...Regurgitates yesterdays lunch. Vomits intestines."

*Raises eyebrow quizzically at biologically impossible quotes* So, I finally settled with a very pale blue batik baju kebarung. Guess what the bugger said.

Quote the bugger: "Finally a normal colour!"

Malay-ed this Thursday

LUNAR ECLIPSE 28 AUGUST 2007

That's no Valentine's Day gift. That's the way our prefectorial board for 2007/2008 sell our rubber bands in. Yup. New look. The rubber bands come along with the plastic box and that furry thing which, comes in an assortment of shapes, sizes and colours. I just had to pick purple out of the bunch. There's about fifty rubber bands in that container. Small, easy to carry around and 'no-spillage' guaranteed, fits right into the pockets of your blazer. Oh yah, and no, they are not pricey.

A close-up shot of the furry purple thing. Purple looks good...

The Secrets of Jin Shei was a remarkably nice book that goes about medieval China (I favor books like that) that I borrowed from the school library. I had rather nasty experiences at the school library whereby the books I borrowed contained severe obscenities. However, this book, hmmm...yeah, I guess writers love to add in obscenities. At least this book only has maybe one or two paragraphs of obscenities in a very polite manner. Congratulations to the writer. Finally a book in the library that does not damage my corneas.

Anyway, this Thursday, my school is celebrating National Day and it is compulsory for all of us to wear our traditional clothes. Yes, I am Chinese (proud to be one) but there is no way I am going to show up in a cheongsam and still doing rounds within school grounds or church grounds or St. Joseph Secondary area or museum grounds. Baju kurung it is, a set of pink baju kurung and mind you, not lurid pink, a shade of pink that does not burn out anybody's corneas.

We helped Pn. Shirley carry some books to display at the Reading Bay, one of the books was a FEMALE MAGAZINE DATED BACK TO 1992! That's so outdated fashion...

Dusty, dusty, dusty!

Our school reading bay is literally a crematorium for books. Yeah. Dusty books. An assortment of all kinds of books chucked on the shelves and racks. Ranging from out of date reference books to some Educational Ministry teaching guidelines to some Islamic Law. There's even a book on The History of Bible and How To Generate Energy: Buddhist. I mean...what the heck? Are there no better books to put there? I don't know maybe something like Lord of The Rings?

The books there are just so dusty that you can practically see a thick carpet of dust on the books! Nisha, Rhe and I were told by Puan Shirley to tidy up the reading bay. My hands were grey after that, blame the dust. Its so dusty! Dead books, like a burial ground for books. We found a Samsung poster there, wanted to stick it up but Puan Shirley said, "irrelevant!"

I discovered this today from a walking, talking encyclopedia!

ADMIRAL CHENG HO DISCOVERED AMERICA IN 1421

THE WORD WINDOWS IS A VIKING WORD


This blogger ponders: "Why is a name called a name?"

Eggs & Monks

Eggs, eggs, eggs...yup, hard boiled eggs. I just learned a brand new and completely original method from Jason Wong (beancurd) on how to 'open' a hard boiled egg. Here are the instructions...

1. Boil an egg
2. Make a hole, one on top and one at the bottom. For the bottom of the egg (larger base), make a bigger hole compared to the top.
3. Cover the top hole with both hands and with another hand around the egg, blow really hard. (Yup, you need three hands for this method)
4. Tadaaa! The egg is out.

Then, I was telling another person about this new method. Oh yeah, apparently that method had something to do with Bernoulli's Principle (???) according to the beancurd. But if I blow from the top, there would be a region of low pressure...hence, the egg will rise I thought. Bernoulli's Principle when applied to eggs, makes me think of flying aerodynamic eggs. Anyway back to the story of this other person... here are the methods this extra person stated...

1. Use hydrochloric acid to remove the eggshell.
2HCl (aq) + CaCO3 (s) ------> CaCl2 (aq) + CO2 (g) + H20 (l)
2. Roll the egg in between a piece of cloth.

I think the outcome of that, the egg will look like this...Remember my sudden obsession with karma (which I still randomly use karma as an excuse), I was cracked enough one day to pose as a meditating nun and then... I DISCOVERED THIS WHACKO! ALEXANDER MARVIN!

I'm leaaaaaving on a jet plane~

My beaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuutiful *cough* sister is leaving on a jet plane back to Russia later at 8.00pm. Oh wait, she's leaving on a Malaysia Airlines airbus, my bad. Two-day journey, she bought a paperback to read, she reads, I'm amazed. Her final year as a medical student. Going to hit the airport at 6.45pm later. She claims Moscow airport is like a chicken coop with mesh fence. Then I wonder what's Volgograd's airport like...scaled chicken coop? MAS ought to give Air Asia a couple of spelling lessons.

Went for breakfast or rather, brunch. It was originally supposed to be breakfast at Le Yue Cafe at Crown Plaza, unfortunately we had to wait for my sister to get out of the toilet, which took a remarkable one hour plus, hence it became brunch. They had a sign in the toilet which, read:

"If flushing nonstop, push flush."

Very, very, very angry blogger

Blasted heck!!! *lets out string of profanities and chucks mouse at wall* So much for doing good, you get good!!! *curses!* Fine, I normally put away on my MSN eventhough I am not away, well most of the time. Yeah, I like to do my work without any disturbances from my MSN contacts. Uh huh. *Curses some more* So, okay, this junior greets me and sends me a file. A WINWAR FILE, MIND YOU. It had a jpeg format. Whatever. It didn't look like those crappy viruses disguised as bloody shitty photo albums.

I mean, what the hell. I only let my guard down for two seconds by being nice and replying by clicking accept. Look what happened!!! What was that?? A Trojan?? I don't know! Blasted heck, all I can tell you is the moment the thing finished downloaded, this virus ATTACKED MY COMPUTER!!! *curses angrily* My computer went haywired. Yeah, turned itself on shut itself on turn itself on and shut itself on again! *PROFANITIES!!!*

I recalled performing system restore the previous time my computer went nuts and the volume controls all disappeared completely. Fine, I attempted that. However, THE BLASTED COMPUTER KEPT SHUTTING OFF. Yeah, yeah. Finally, I did it fast enough to click some random date and click restore. BLASTED HECK! Don't forget the torture of my pc lagging and lagging like some kaput creature. Like WHAT THE HELL??!!

PISSED. *curses one final time and multiclicks on publish post angrily*

Life as a piano teacher...

Piano is just like eating, you need coordination. So, practice with a knife and a fork.

I had my very first piano student yesterday. Yup, I had my very first experience as a piano teacher with a 'utterly unknowledgable in piano' student, namely Aaron Chan, who suddenly sprouted an interest to go from guitar to piano just because he heard a couple of nice instrumental piano solos.
Step 1: Ask your student to draw a piano or a grand piano will do too. Yup, including the chair.
Step 2: Ask your student to practice drawing the keyboard, over and over again until he remembers the position of the white keys and black keys.

Step 3: Ask your student to label the black and white keys on the keyboard. While he is in the process, please try your very best to act professional and not burst into fits of laughter. It's not nice to laugh.
Step 4: Correct your student's confusion. After so, he has just graduated your class of, "Basic Piano Knowledge for Dummies". You can abort the part of presenting him with a certificate.

Finally you grew a brain!

I left my Additional Mathematics project on the coffee table before I left to camp and while I was at camp, my mum cleared my stuff. Bad, bad karma. I can't find my project yesterday. What to do? Redo the project lah... Must be bad karma from sending him those photos I ripped off Friendster... Groan.

Okay, I did my project. Here comes the tough part, the graphs. I'm no Excel expert, I was too lazy to venture. I mean, where are all those Excel brainiacs when I need them??? Cooped up in Thailand or Melaka, great timing. The only Excel brainiac or whom I thought was one, was Stefan. Okay, fine. Not much help. I drew my graph using freeform tool. Showed to Stefan for his opinion, he said it looked too stiff and suggested I used pencil first then scan it. So it looks 'computerized'. Okay, I did that. Uh... doesn't look very 'computerized' to me.

Then, I decided to venture with Excel. Succeeded in drawing graphs even ogives with Excel. Guess what the brainiac in Melaka said...

"Finally you grew a brain!"

That's just so sweet... And karma bit me in the head again this time with razor sharp fangs.

Kaput?

Direct translation screams me meditating. Bad karma is striking. Yup. I'm no Buddhist but I practice Form 4 History *crawls into meditation posture* and hence, I know about karma. It is something about if you do good you get good, you do bad you get bad. That's karma. Seems to work in a very mixed up way for me. I do bad I get good. I do good I get bad. Must be kaput karma...

Bad, bad karma for these two weeks. You see ah, last Friday, I discovered we cannot sleepover in school to prepare for camp next day. Kaput! I had to wake up around four something in the morning. Then karma strikes again, I ran into non other than some two horrible critters, (donkey and his fellow haystack) after picking up lunch for a couple of fellow Red Crescent Members. See, see, see? I did good by picking up lunch for poor hungry people and karma bit me in the head with fangs and tetanus.

Yesterday karma also very kaput. I did good by accompanying a kaput human stuck in the wilderness of Malaysia by means of Digi 016's yellow fat men and what I get in return? Kaput whining for few hours straight. Karma. Bad, bad karma again. Speaking Digi's yellow fat men. What kind of mascot is that??? Yellow fat men already symbolizes unhealthiness, what more to say these kaput yellow fat men can chase after us to provide us network. Weird. Then, I notice Digi throwing on "fitness campaign" to slim down their yellow fat men. Yup, boot camp. Check out the ads on television. Soon, there will be muscular yellow men running after us to provide network. Ironic. Must be karma on Digi.

Vain?

Jonas allowed me to guest blog today for him. Yeah, why not? I was bored. So I agreed. I was rooting through my pictures in my computer and then, I came across a snapshot of the poster in the St. Joseph' staffroom. Then, an idea hit me over the head like a frying pan.

poster= Jonas + vain

That's the poster in the staffroom that Jonas is jealous of... (Donkey's gonna kill me for posting this snapshot up...)

I mean, look at that photo that he took at Crown Plaza and posted up! Vainess! The vainess stands out like a beacon of light. Check out where he's grabbing at the statue's body anyway...

Okay. I uploaded a couple of photos and began to blog. I had to think like a Jonas to blog like a Jonas and to think like a Jonas I must think vain and think chicks. Yup, that's what Jonas stands for, vainess and a brain full of chicks. All right... I posted. And hey, I tell you. I could have won a Grammy for my terrific Jonas-impersonating. However, Jonas claims I blog nothing like him at all. I, on the other hand, disagree.

For anyone who is blur... click this link. http://jonasblogged.blogspot.com/2007/08/kat.html

Bad luck

The previous post got too long, it was too annoying and became an eyesore. Ruins my retinas and corneas. Day 1 at camp was an utter mass of unlucky happenings...

I went with Melanie to grab food at Sugarbun for the camp committees. It was the nearest outlet to our school. I got a text message from the donkey telling me that he's going to Sugarbun. *inserts profanities* I cursed mentally and stalled time so that we would leave school later so that we would only reach Sugarbun after the swamp creature evaporated into thin air.

We ordered food. Yup, glorious food and waited. Melanie sat facing the counter while I sat opposite her, facing the main road. Suddenly, I THOUGHT I SAW IT. I stared for a moment, and confirmed my worst horrors that it indeed was the swamp creature crossing the road from Hopoh with a minature swamp creature, whoever that was. THEY CAME, NEARER AND NEARER. All I wanted to do was make a dash back to school. Fortunately, the food came. I grabbed it and attempted sprinted for life. Melanie didn't know I wanted to sprint for life, she took her sweet time.

Bad timing... as we approached the exit of Sugarbun, the swamp creature was only two to three feet away. Groans. Then, two packets of food went missing in school. Stolen? Mystery... I thought maybe we left it there in Sugarbun (confirmed we did not). Rang up the swamp creature. He claims I was shrieking. Kaput swamp creature. You know what I would want to do to that swamp creature? Strangle him alive.

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RCYU#8 Leadership Camp

It's over...*sniff*...Red Crescent Youth Unit #8 Leadership Camp 2007... Just got back from camp. It was a three day camp from the 18th of August to the 20th of August 2007. I was one of the camp committees and since the participants were not allowed their mobiles during the camp, I had to carry all 24 phones in my bag!!! Picture all that weight, carrying that amount around with you on your shoulders for 3 days!!! I'm too lazy to describe in words everything that happened during camp. I'll let the pictures do the talking although that's probably only 1% of what that happened in camp anyway. There were talks, games, post mortem, SAR, footdrill and etc, etc, long long list. Too lazy to blog it all down. Blue Team (True Blue). Leader: Estella, Assistant Leader: Marcellia
Green Team (Green Pirates). Leader: Monica, Assistant Leader: Ani

Purple Team (Purple Antz). Leader: Anselina, Assistant Leader: TheresePink Team (Glam-or). Leader: Jelfynna, Assistant Leader: Marsha One part of one of the games... wheelbarrow.
One part of one of the games...lead the blind...
One part of the obstacle course at my station. (That toilet paper crap...my invention)
At Ema's station at the obstacle course. A mixture of flour, eggs and blackcurrant...
Emo letter writing to loved ones during the picture you are in this scene activity.

A shot of Glam-or practicing their group marching.

Me reading a book on inventions, attempting to stay up until 2.00am for Search and Rescue. That red bag, is the bag I used to dump 24 phones inside it. Oh yah, we slept in the library. (camp committee) One of the camp committees as a casualty. (Amal)
One of the camp comittees as a casualty. (Marissa)

One of the camp committees as a casualty. (Ema)

SAR (Search and Rescue) was fuuuuun. I always loved SAR. I was the ambulance in the scene, by that I mean, the person who brings the stretcher, first aid kit and blanket. While waiting for the participants to make a phone call to ask for an ambulance, I acted as a passerby. My job was to bug them. So, I went around the place singing Old MacDonald and yet I don't know the lyrics so all I sang was probably, "Old MacDonald had a farm. Eeyaheeyahyor!!!" over and over for prob more than a million times. I rapped as well and haha, I don't even know how to rap, I just rapped crap. I probably disgraced those hiphop people. Rofl. Then, I went around yelling "wood chuck chuck!!! How much wood would a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood!!!" in the first aiders' ears. I went around poking casualties as well, asking stupid questions, and telling them stupid wrong methods to treat the casualties. Rofl. In short, I was a really annoying and loud passerby. That explains how my voice cracked the next day from all that shouting and only one hour of sleep. (SAR ended at 6.00am and I woke up at 7.00am) Performance Night. Some Smack That hip hop dance by True Blue.
Performance Night. Some sketch by Green Pirates on how some hot guy and a bunch of girls. Best group: True Blue
Best leader: Monica (Green Pirates)
Best camper: Lilian
Best commander: Marcellia

Closing ceremony after the prize giving.