She chokes, she dies. Hooray they cheer!

Enough is enough. This shall be settled. I come back home and look, there are even cuts and pastes on my blog comments. How come I get 100+ comments and yet my traffic increases by 3 readers only? Are these 3 readers responsible for the 100+ comments? This is no longer about supporting me or Josephine with a whole truck of comments. What that is between us will be settled between us. Josephine's a great person and so is Sui Hui, I don't think it is necessary for those who consider themselves a support to me, to criticize them either. I like Jo and Hui and Caroline. Neither side correct bah, neither side perfect, Form 2 also not perfect not correct. The lawyers and housewives and get back to group discussions instead of bombing the critics who are practicising their freedom of speech. Really got lawyers read my blog?? Well, yes first impression stands out as arrogant. No denial to that. If it rubs off on you guys then deepest appologies for that. Yes yes but is it arrogance to the core? Get to know me before you chomp on the outside. You know, both sides really free from what I can see. Traffic increase by like 2% only and got wow... 100+ comments. Blogger should have some kinda standard that uses IC to comment! MyKad! Be a Malaysian, make Malaysia proud.

Ya ya. As for Melanie Jerry's cucumber rumor, utterly crap. This no Nurin Jaslin case. I am quite sure no St. Teresa girl stuffs brinjals in or cucumbers or pineapples. Highly doubt it that Mel's the one typing the awful Bahasa Sarawak comments, should see her two-fingered typing... nearly killed me waiting (I hear more hoorays that I was almost killed). My assistants are not brainless gits either. If said that I support my own RC people and yet say I want to show I do a good job. Then, I would have hidden the whole case from the knowledge of the principal to show that "wow Gab can sure make her board perfect, no trouble at all" rather than point out that "they do this they do that they did that they did this". I don't know why got arguments on nasi lemak in the comments either. By the way, I never knew muslims use rice in their funerals. Racist not good! Malaysia! Perpaduan people!!! There's alot of unnessary false accusations shooting out from both sides. Yea, yea A bomb B, B bomb C, C bomb A. Round and round and round. From my point of view, mostly fake. All comment one after another (both sides). Got to take some lessons to cover tracks from Douglas. Then got Alexander Marvin taking a break to watch also. Funny guy or should I say monk. Hahaha.

Then then Nisha's hairy problem. I think she gonna blow over that. Liddat lah, everyone sign perjanjian pinky finger promise chant we all don't dye hair. Dye hair can die you know. Carcinogens. Google up about people who got habbits or crossing their arms or putting their hands into pockets, tells abit on their personality. Gotta walk alone lah, none of us council can do duty if we walk in packs. All different zones bah. Unless Amirah can drag people to walk with her lah to avoid her being kidnapped at church or St. Jude. Yup yup. I don't think people wanna kidnap us council in school grounds also. Wanna kidnap also no ransom to collect. Waste of time later, should go kidnap dustbins and then ask Pak Cik for ransom, Rm2.00 per dustbin. I think I get lamer and lamer each second.

Nah, no more comments forever. Have a feeling anything can turn into a war torn zone and later, wah go into The Star Online. Hahaha famous? Later New Strait Times also got. Wise old octopus Ced says best to close the comments. Bleh better obey Ced and Ced's pink blog due to Breast Cancer Awareness Month (October, that's why it is pink). Gotta check that one out. The things octopus can do...mesmerizes. I don't know Ced, but all that pink is a little overwhelming, kinda creepy especially the strawberries...why strawberries??? But pink on this post for you octopus! Okay, it's purple. Purple for Sam! Yeah, lucks for Sam for PMR. Back to the topic...

Nisha not so free to spread rumors, she's too busy spreading the word of the Bible. Hanizah, too busy singing Sons of St. Joseph except changing the lyrics to "***** ***, ***** ***, ***** ***" for all verses. Donkey gonna kill me (more hoorays). Me, not so free to spread also, need to polish piano okay, coating of dust already, composite man. People all comment, of course spread lah. Until ahem ahem "Star News" also know. How true is this Star News thingy?? Will google it up after exams. Melanie, too stress over RC Night to go spread. For the supposedly unfair judgement, jump into a few books first. I still disagree on that, I think left right up down east west north south also wrong. Short saying all sides also wrong, where got 200% or 100% right what. I never said I correct 100% or Monica or Ah Jo or Hui or Caroline. Suporters also. But commenters very free, can create janedoe90@hotmail.com account also. Jane Doe for murdered victims whose names unknown ah, dun class yourself under that lah. Pick something like mehategabrielle90@hotmail.com way less creepy.

Yep yep it's dinner time, bet you're hoping I'll choke on my dinner, if it pleases you I won't call for 911 or was it 991? I can't do CPR on myself either. I best be going. Ya ya. Once again, appologies for the arrogance (removal of it requires plastic surgeons). Maybe a Jay Chou look ten years ago lahh.

Teachers are blogging!

CAUTION! School teachers read students' blogs and that simply bleaches away the student-hooray-after-school-no-more-teachers philosophies. Sodium hypochlorate-like effects. Mr. Tan Shu Hwa (my History teacher back in Form 1) claims that he read my blog. Apparently he claims he stumbled upon it when googling for himself. Note the word CLAIMS. Teachers are famous for amusing little facts which, we students can never be too certain of the validity. He claims I blogged about a bus and Esther?? The only incident which, I can recall being in a bus with Esther was back in Form 3 for a field trip, when she changed the radio channel to hitz.fm. Mr. Tan claims he will start a blog. I suggested a chess-tip blog since Mr. Tan is pretty good at chess but he said,
"I'll get Chong to start one of those."
I don't know why but when I equate teachers to blogging or teachers to Friendster.com or teachers to instant chatting, it just seems... not so teacher-like. I mean, picture searching Friendster.com and discovering that your principal or some fellow teacher has a Friendster.com account...

I googled for my school principal, Madam Mary John, just to see if she's listed on the internet and guess what, she's in Wikipedia...

!*@&^$*#@!!!!

I am pissed at how my day sky dived into a bloody bad day due to one remarkably blood-boiling and capillary-explosive case I had to deal with. I have reached the critical limit of my temper today. See the kiwi fruits? That is EXACTLY how I feel like right now, at this very moment, typing this very post to vent out my temper. What I need is to vent, which I shall do right now. The word for today shall be PRIMATES.

The heck?!

Confiscated three phones today after a quick pass by the Kemahiran Hidup lab. Spotted St. Joseph guys skipping school, lazing inside a parked black Unser as if they have nothing better to do than to throw their lives away. THE HECK?! Note the fact that SPM mock exam is going on. Well, I got to make a dash and do some studying myself.

Agreed

"Everything happens for a reason."

And I completely agree.

Of sambal and belachan

That's right, we started another contraversy in the classroom today. Who's the we? Non other than Rhema and I, fond of starting contraversies such as the infamous toilet contraversy of facing doors or walls. Now, it's of sambal and belachan.

The oddness we go through is simply undeniable. It's amazing how some of us chinese had no idea sambal is actually belachan, technically. The main argument of today was...

"Is it belachan or sambal on top of the panggang sting ray?"

Rhema claims its belachan. Which, I knocked it down by saying that belachan is a solid, brick-hard cylindrical-shaped thing. Nobody in their right mind would take a bite of the fish and a bite of the rock-hard solid and not puke up what that just went down their oesophagus. She knocked it down with by claiming that if you blend the belachan up, you get the belachan sauce. Utter crap? We even ditched the work that we were doing at that point just to debate on sambal and belachan. Mind you, I ditched chemistry just to debate about belachan and sambal. The class joined in, debating if it was belachan or sambal or whether belachan and sambal were the same thing. When Farrah heard about Rhema and her "it's belachan on the sting ray" issue. She went,

"my God you! Do you even know what's belachan??! People eat belachan with umai but not like that with sting ray!!!"
What's umai?? I googled it up and that's what I got. So now... we eat sushi with belachan???

My dad quipped in when I filled him in about this after school with,

"anything made out of belachan is sambal".

How true is that? Probably a void statement.

Skrip Lisan (37 marks!)

Terdapat sebuah peristiwa yang tidak dapat aku lupakan. Peristiwa yang menggerunkan ini telah belaku dua tahun yang lalu semasa aku berada di Tingkatan 4.
Pada malam 27 Oktober itu, hujan turun dengan lebat and angina bertiup dengan kencang. Nasib aku pada hari itu, memang buruk. Pada pagi ini, di sekolah, guru Bahasa Melayu aku telah melontar buku teks aku keluar dari kelas kerana aku terlupa membawa skrip lisan aku. Ahh…malunya aku. Di tuisyen fizik pula, guru fizik aku telah memarahi aku kerana sebaliknya membawa laporan fizik aku, aku terbawa pula skrip lisan aku. Selepas tuisyen fizik, aku terpaksa jalan kaki pulang ke rumah. Hujan sedang turun dengan lebat dan malangnya, aku terlupa membawa payung aku. Adakah ini karma yang menimpa aku??
Keadaan lorong-lorong rumah yang gelap-gelita dalam keadaan hujan lebat menyebabkan aku terasa bulu romaku naik. Muncullah imej-imej pontianak yang menakutkan dalam mindaku. Aku cuba dengan sedaya upaya untuk memadamkan imej-imej tersebut. Dalam usaha aku, aku terasa jari seseorang menyentuh bahu aku dengan lemah-lembut. Aku berhenti, terkaku.
“Adam…” suara ayu seorang gadis memanggil dengan lemah-lembut.
Seolah-olah kepala aku dipusing oleh sesuatu, aku menoleh ke belakang. Aku terpandang seorang gadis sangat gemuk dan rupa parasnya sangat hodoh. Aku hampir pengsan apabila terpandang rupa parasnya. Apabila aku sedar bahawa gadis itu sedang terapung-apung di udara dan tidak mempunyai kaki, kali ini, aku benar-benar pengsan.
Oleh kerana aku tidak pulang-pulang selama dua jam, ayah aku pun keluar untuk mencari aku. Ayahku terjumpa aku dalam keadaan tidak sedar diri dan aku dimasukkan ke hospital. Semenjak dari hari itu, aku tidak ingin mendekati apa-apa gadis pun. Oleh sebab itu, aku mengambil keputusan bahawa aku akan menjadi seorang paderi selepas tamat Tingkatan 5.

Cancer ward

Visit to cancer ward today at General Hospital, organized by Red Crescent Youth Unit #8. Each of us were told to make a card. Below, snapshots of the card I made this morning at 2.30am until 3.30am, cut, paste, draw, color... And a group photo of us in front of the General Hospital. And a photo of three new books that I bought.
Front view of the card.
Inside of the card
Once again, inside of the card.Group photo of us infront of General HospitalThree new books that I bought last night. Marley & Me is a terrific book.

CPU Upgrade

CPU upgrade, but got to wait for the computer man to come back from London.
A Pentium D 960, with dual-core and 3.6Ghz clock speed per bus. That's like 7.2Ghz without even overclocking. No, I don't overclock my computers because of two reasons...first, I'm no overclocker and second, I don't want to fry my CPU. Can't get any higher than a Pentium D, after all my motherboard front side bus supports up to 800Mhz only, yup a p4m800pro-7ma Foxconn motherboard. I'm going to get a RAM upgrade up to 2 gigabytes. P4m800pro-7ma Foxconn supports either DDR or DDR2 memory types. I shall splurge on a DDR2 after all its' faster. Right now... can't wait for the computer man to get back from London.

Faulty pause

Technical error? Faulty 'no-more-blogging-till-my-birthday-comes' pause? Perhaps. My spine is aching from my attempt this morning to outlast my classmate, Rhema in a mini competition between the two of us to see who can last for the whole of Biology class without slouching. Direct translation screams, sit up straight! You would never understand the torture unless you try it yourself. Picture trying to read without bending over for one hour and ten excruciating minutes. Maybe I am exaggerating the time interval but nevertheless... sitting too straight can be one heck of a major pain in the spinal cord.

Caught in a minor awkward 'no-comment' sort of situation today during Modern Mathematics class. Wait, allow me to replace minor with MAJOR. People seem to have a tendency to ask rhetorical questions and leaving you in a situation of "erm... *nod, nod, nod*...err...*nods some more*...no comments?" That was what the teacher was creating with rhetorical questions about a certain rather heated past event which linked to what that happened during Modern Mathematics class today. Those questions, don't even have answers to them! Unless you're planning to scald yourself with hot water then go ahead and answer a yes or a no...

Exams, exams, exams, the school just wants to kill all of us for our own good. Finals *slumps* this 4th of October 2007 until 25th of October. There will a break on the 11th of October (hints: it's my birthday) for St. Teresa's Feast Day and then the 12th of October until the 17th of October for Hari Raya and bummer, finals continue on the 18th of October until 25th of October. I'm going to be FORM FIVE NEXT YEAR!!! Mind you, I did not type that out with an excited mood as Form 5 simply screams Sijil Penilaian Menegah and study, study, study.

Paused

I shall take a short holiday break from blogging until my birthday comes.

Blah

The graffiti outside my classroom done by some jobless fellow.
What we gave to Dr. Tang, an onchologist who gave us a short briefing or talk today, as a token of appreciation. Note the date of that thing. RCYU#8 is visiting the cancer ward next Saturday. Might even get a peek into the radiotheraphy rooms.
Cheryl and Amy doing the prefects notice board this morning. I'm too lazy to rotate the photo. I did the black and white thing that Cheryl is pinning up on the board.
Talenteen, by the St. Joseph Red Crescent unit. 7th of October 2007. Why?? That's like during our St. Teresa exam week! Darn. I'm not going for this Talenteen thing this year due to exams.
Found a poem I wrote in uh Primary 4. I'm too lazy to type today. Not inspired.

WHY?!

On Wednesday, we had chemistry class and there were beakers of standard solutions of hydrochloric acid and sodium hydroxide in different concentrations set on the table (not prepared for our class to do experiments). Rhe decided to ruin the concentration by mixing up two beakers of hydrochloric acid and sodium hydroxide. Yup, neutralization process...outcome, a salt of sodium chloride and water.

Then, today teacher finaaaallllllllyyy decides to have an experiment but then! I COULDN'T COME TO CLASS!!! I was in the office for some sort of teacher-student crisis. I was a hmmm... information giver? I missed three periods of classes! Darn...there was experiment. Anyway, turns out the standard solution that Rhe destroyed, was supposed to be for our use today.

Lamo vandalizer?

1. Some first-timer and rather unskilled 'vandalizer' attempted graffiti art outside my classroom wall near the broomsticks. Lame. A lousy chalk drawing of a whiskered cat which, was labelled KET. Tsk tsk. I shall snap a picture either this Friday or Saturday and post it up. Maybe this poor kid (note, this kid is MALE and SIXTEEN) needs lessons on how to vandalize school property.

2. Bad luck again. Karma! Ran into Jonas again. Wait, he PURPOSELY took that route around the bridge I tell you. Foul play with karma. Darn it.

Six

1. Tons of work load. Overloaded? Maybe. Must remember letter of appreciation, money to pay the useless food caterer, Mr. Khusyairi (?), sick leave slip, Biology report, Physics report, permission letter to attend Photography Workshop this Sunday and is that all?? I could have sworn there was more to this list. Darn. *Chucks calculator at wall*

2. Killing my spare time with my own bare hands. *Chucks calculator once more* Signed myself up for the Photography Workshop at the MBKS Hall this Sunday, 8.00pm till 5.00pm. 2 teas and 1 lunch provided. SLR camera? Compact camera? It says on the form. What am I? Engineer for Canon's prototype?? I think my camera's a compact... *chortles*

3. Asked Rhema and Claire about 555 notebooks, what comes into their heads first when I say a 555 notebook. *Chucks calculator once more, this time at Jonas*. Rhema says, "paper notebook because I don't use the word notebook but I use the word laptop." Claire says, "isn't that the banking notebook?" And heck yeah, she's right.

4. Karma ambushed me this morning at St. Jude while I was doing my rounds. Ran into a Jonas or rather a bowl of Kolo Mee who was doing his rounds as well and I'm taller than him!!! *cheers happily* I think the Kolo Mee greeted me with a "Morning Madam". Maybe sound waves couldn't travel that far...

5. Tagged after Deborah today, telling her with possibly 100,000,000 lame excuses to tie her hair. Quotes myself: "tying your hair is fun". *Snorts* What to do? That's life as a prefect. *Snorts again*

6. Ah, I remember one more thing that I left out of my list of things to remember. I must remember to remind Tauhu to never bring a handphone to school when staying back with a donkey. Bad results.

Sick

Karma bit me once more. I called someone a tauhu (beancurd) yesterday for constantly falling sick and I woke up with a sore throat and a temperature, far worse than yesterday. Great. I cooked breakfast. Eggs with cream sauce. Once again, I failed to perfect my omelets. It didn't come out in one nice, flat piece. The sauce however, flawless. I better get going and read up some biology. By the way, I found this in my computer...never fails to amuse me how lame we can get.

8 GIGABYTES!

Green light! Yeap. From my mum to get a new mobile phone next year. If the W960i still remains on top of the Walkman series then that is the one I have my eye on. A semi touchscreen smartphone with a blissful 8 gigabyte memory, 8000 megabytes!!! Utter bliss. 3.2 megapixel camera as well, yeah it can't beat the K850i which has a 5.0 megapixel camera and a Xenon flash but I'm not into photography with camera phones, I would rather splurge the money on a proper camera with the minimum of 7.0 megapixels.

8 GIGABYTES...BLISS!