Poor Mr. Hwa

There's this Mr. Hwa who came for the third time this year to our class. He gives us very weird Mathematics tests and surveys. He's MATA. Whatever a MATA is. I think it's analytical mathematics? We are given numerical questions and we cannot answer them numerically, we are forced to write these short essays to explain how we get the final answer and our workings all in sentence form. Okay, what the crap? How can mathematics be mathematics if it isn't about numbers?? When I did the very first test he gave, I recalled thinking...
"@#$*#$#%#$%!!!"

When he gave the second test, I was (thank God) out of class and hence, I 'accidentally' forgot to finish it and pass it up. Two days ago, he gave some survey to our class. I was in a pretty grumpy and grouchy mood. Doing all these stupid surveys about MATA only added the load to to stretch my grumpiness. They asked for my opinion on how helpful MATA was and questions like that, I answered all with a 'not at all'. When they asked for my explanation why so, I answered with a "no comment" or "it's a sensitive issue to be discussed". When they asked for do I think MATA should be introduced to take over the traditional Mathematics method, I nastily answered a NO. I mean, hello! Numbers is a S.I thing. If we all explain in essay form, people can write in Tamil, Mandarin, Javanese, Japanese, Italian and then, how to get a S.I language to unify MATA?? Basically, I vented my mood out on poor Mr. Hwa's survey...

School

What happens when you combine a couple of 4 Science 1 students and the art of rapping? They'll start rapping songs out loud in front of teachers in class and mind you, uncensored version. Oh, and there will always be me sitting there to be the "boo-er in the crowd", yelling out "you suck!". The classroom atmosphere gets weird and rowdy after exams. I am so tempted to skip school, stay at home and sleep but then the thought of staying at home and doing nothing is uber boring that I rather bore myself to death in school instead. Ooh, Puan Yii Ling started on Form 5 Mathematics!!! Talk about early preparations!

We had Prize Giving Version 1.0 today which, was for the assistant monitors and class monitors, prefects, librarians, co-curricular activity achievers and Nilam achievers. We were all like sardines squashed into our school hall and it was so humid that some of us were roasted alive. Please, do not forgot us sardines in brown blazers which, act as tin foils, roasting us up at an even faster rate! I got a plague and certificate for prefects and a certificate for mooting. Turns out, Prize Giving Version 1.0 ended at 12.30 instead of the 1.00+ that the teachers told us. Great. I stayed back in the hall with Nishanti, Cheryl and Rhema, 'celebrating' Rhema's remarkable streak of falling down for 3 times this month with snorts.

Today, Rhema and I ransacked the Biology lab. Puan Susiena (?) sent us to look for the biology reference book. I found a bone and was waving it around the place while ransacking the biology lab. Finally after several long moments (filled with nags from Rhema about me being gross waving a bone around) and after two trips back to the biology lab, we finally found the biology book. I was busy searching for preserved items in the glass cabinets and saw nothing at all. When do we get to dissect frogs??!!! I thought Puan Susiena said after exams... I am eagerly waiting...

The Form 5s seem to be 'jiwang' (can't think of a better word) with some song that they were extremely eager to play this morning break. Apparently a photo of me was secretly snapped without my knowledge... Should sue the photographer for invasion of privacy! (evil laughter).

Free Health Screening

Today was the Free Health Screening thing organized by Red Crescent Youth Unit #8 and done by the officers from the Health Department and General Hospital. They had some pretty cool contraption for measuring height and I grew! I am officially 168cm. Don't get jealous Jonas. So, they tested for Body Mass Index, glucose level and blood pressure. All the staff seemed rather keen to get all three tested. Towards the end of the Free Health Screening thing, I ended up playing bingo with Michelle. Yes, I was starting to get pretty bored by the time it was empty in the junior lab. I was unbeatable (inserts coughing sound effects).
Lady in pink signing up with Edith and Annie at the counter. A Gabrielle can be spotted by the window.
MJ and I playing Bingo (I won all rounds!) and Annie staring at us...

We got our school magazine today, pretty unique the cover and lots of brown inside. My PMR photo and class photo looks as if I have been cropped, copied and pasted. I'll upload photos of the school magazine maybe tomorrow afternoon. Fancy magazine this year, lots of coloured pages compared to the previous years. I got back History and Moral paper today. I am so not a memorizer, I need at least 10 terrabytes to fit all information that require memorizing. I got a 78 for Moral (mixed up the words in the nilai) and a 70 for History (uberly lousy at the Islam part). I got a 47/50 for my Chemistry objective though, that's a bright side of today's papers. From my observation, my Physics and Chemistry seem much better compared to History and Moral. Hunch says that both will outbeat Biology too. Getting back biology tomorrow, must meditate to prepare myself to get my heart broken tomorrow.

Anyway, it's the donkey's birthday today. So, a very happy birthday to Perry and the same goes to Cordelia too.

Food & Shopping & Bones in Kuching

I am sure everyone knows what oysters are. Those slimy grey creatures clad in hard calcium shells that cling onto rocks at sea. I am pretty sure every Malaysian would know what ‘o-chien’ is. It’s some sort of Chinese oyster omelet. It is a really thin sheet of crispy flour and I think there are eggs in it too, fried with oysters so it’s really kind of like a big omelet. So anyway, here’s a conversation I had this morning with the very disorientated Malaysian Donkey…

Malaysian Donkey: I had pork leg and o-chien for lunch.
Me: Hmmm... I want to eat that. I think I am going to ask my dad to bring me go eat o-chien one day.
Malaysian Donkey: Kuching where got o-chien ah!
Me: *thinks of o-chien consumed from Topspot Seafood near Tapangga Tree few weeks ago* Noob!

Later in the evening, here’s a conversation with the Malaysian Donkey who has never eaten ice kacang before. Ice kacang is some sort of local shaved ice desert with Malacca sugar, chendol, red beans and coconut milk. So, I was having ice kacang at this famous ice kacang and rojak shop opposite the police station somewhere at Thompson Corner area, wherever that is. Anyway, this was my conversation with a Malaysian who NEVER had ice kacang before.

Me: I want to show you something when it arrives.
Malaysian Donkey: When what arrives?
Me: Some you sakai never see.
Malaysian Donkey: Oh okay.
Me: Sakai look, this is ice kacang.
Malaysian Donkey: I know how ice kacang looks like.

Anyway, during the afternoon I went to Parkson to find a pair of Emilio Valentino heels for a dinner. So, I found a pair of white semi-full Emilio Valentino heels and they cost RM89.90, a fair price my mum's willing to pay but... *piano falls tumbles from staircase* they only had size 7 and it was a lousy size too big! I went to every other place that I could think of that sold Emilio Valentino shoes and they didn't have the one I wanted! Kuching has such restricted choices of nice shoes and I want flip flops, where can one get Ripcurl, Roxy or some others in Kuching?? It's an impossible task to buy flip flops like that in Kuching. Kuching stinks when it comes to shopping. Something like this or similar, is IMPOSSIBLE to be found in Kuching.

I am so tortured by boredom, especially now that finals are over. There is nothing to do here in Kuching besides going out but going out means spending money. Yesterday night, I went out to Crown Square and ate at some Chinese restaurant there. Bump into my ex-tuition mate from Green Road, Ivan or was it Evan? I had seasonal asam curry fish, honeydew and macadamia vegetables and spinach for dinner. Then, there was the Malaysian Donkey trying to convince me that I am aneroxic.

Malaysian Donkey: Aneroxic.
Me: Am not.
Malaysian Donkey: Are too. BMI please?
Me: 18.3 or 18.4, why?
Malaysian Donkey: ANEROXIC CAT.

Then, today the Malaysian Donkey tried to convince me that I was was suffering from osteoporosis. Delusional. True meaning of it.

Me: Haiya, I got kicked out of my room because they wanted to paint my bedroom door and now no place to sleep.
Malaysian Donkey: Sofa?
Me: They painting downstairs too.
Malaysian Donkey: Sleep on the floor.
Me: Don't want! Last time I slept on the floor in camp, I got a bruise at the side of my pelvic bone!
Malaysian Donkey: Osteoporosis cat!
Me: I do not have osteoporosis! You try sleep on your side on the floor lah. See you get bruise or not.
Malaysian Donkey: I sleep on the floor I don't get bruise.
Me: Males and females got different bone structure.
*launch into pelvic bone debate about female and male pelvic bone structures*
...finally...
Malaysian Donkey: Osteoporosis cat.

Resident Evil 2

Before I start on my Resident Evil 2 review, a meat knife accidentally sliced through Joanne's wrist this morning. Nah, just joking. It's just Joanne feeling all pro-SAR (Search & Rescue) in her kitchen.
Alright, so I watched Resident Evil 2 yesterday afternoon and basically, it isn't exactly a top notch movie for me. The zombies are so fake. They were like a sea of broken-legged turkeys wadding through a sandbox crowding around a wire mesh fence and they look like mental broken-legged turkeys when they gnaw on humans. When they film the 'turkeys' close up, it's hilarious. They look faker than fake, I can't think of a word to describe how they look like. They look like kueh lapis, layers and layers of paint and make up and silicon.But I would recommend to watch Resident Evil 2 in a cinema rather than at home. Why? Because it's more amusing to watch it in the cinema. Out of the blues, some girl or some GIRLS would be screaming like hyenas on top of their voices at 5000decibles for no apparent reason, simply because they think some scary 'turkey' would pop up. Emma did some yelping in the start but eventually, she gave up yelping. Then, some girls at the back of the cinema began to kick in with shrieking in fear at the smallest sound effects. Then, the guys in the cinema began to mock the screamers by letting out high pitched shrieks as well. The screaming by the girls cannot be describe, it has to be experienced to be understood...

Day Out

It started off with me forgetting that I had a Red Crescent committee meeting this morning. My dad was out with a few constructors that time and mum was supervising the workers renovating my house. So, I only got to the meeting later at 10.00pm. We painted banners for the Free Health Screening this Monday (29th October 2007) from 8.30am until 12.00pm.

That's Amal in the process of painting one of the banners under the scorching sun. Miss Leong (my class teacher) happened to walk pass and told us that we will all get boils on our backsides for squating on the cement slope under the scorching sun. I ended up using a pencil to 'chopstick' my hair up (I couldn't find a rubber band) and got called Japanese Housewife and Arashi.

Now...can you spot me in the Arashi group photo above?

Master Joanne in the process of decorating one of the banners... After two hours of squatting on the cement, I don't think any of us got any boils on our backsides.

At 1.00pm, couple of us Red Crescent members, Melanie, Davelyn, Emma, Joanne, Edith, Michelle, Marcelia and I went to town for a day out for some shopping, we watched Resident Evil 2 and for me, that was a pretty hilarious movie. Sadist? I'm going to do a review on Resident Evil 2 tomorrow. Not to forget the fakeness of the zombies in Resident Evil 2. Oh, we went to Coffee Bean after that too. Just one day out had smartly eaten more than RM100 from my wallet.

MNG top that I bought. (some blasted donkey claimed to puke blood at that)

Officially freed

Random snapshot at Pinnoy, some Philippino food cafe

Well, well, well… what goes around comes around. I need a good stretch to get all the kinks out of my spinal cord after long and extensive hours of sitting in front of my computer doing series of backtracking some toe clippings left behind, dusting away and suddenly bingo! I have struck crude oil! This is all about triumph curtained by silence and secrecy. Glory, glory, glory to the power of Google Search engine and glory the existence of links. Oh, glory to the veteran Internet user too. I can describe all of this actually with one word and that word is bingo.

Anyway, finally the finals are over. I can now jiggle my feet under the computer desk happily engrossed in photo editing, researching or severely absorbed in reading Stephen King’s The Stand, a one thousand three hundred and twenty five pages long paperback. There will be no more worries until next year when reality will strike that SPM is only just at the other end of the street. Several papers have been returned to us today. I got a 91 for Physics, 94 for Mathematics, 90 for Additional Mathematics (by calculation of the usual addition of marks method not including the project work), 88 for English, 88 for Bahasa Melayu and 44 out of 50 for Chemistry Paper III. I got the heebeejeebees that I did not do so well in Biology and History. Time will tell. I am not a memorizer and I certainly do not have colossal memory space the size of terabytes.

School's at a rather amusing state today. Seems like everyone is running amok at the fact that exams are over and the holidays are just around the corner. I was on my way up the staircase and I saw the Form 5s from the Arts class having a mini water fight and they totally drenched this girl and the teacher was chortling away like mad. Anyway, bruises obtained from kneeling during the rosary session in the chapel decorated my kneecaps ‘beautifully’. Mass was rather interesting today with these little critters of 5 years old bobbing up and down in front of me while singing hymns on top of their lungs and probably with three quarters of the wordings messed up.Look at that! Nike has started to design BOOTS. Perhaps Nike is taking it to the gladiator rings? The only time I remembered seeing boots like that in any sport was probably during some WWE match.

Her

A very Happy Birthday to Rhema!

Here's a few component elements that make up a Rhema Basil Andrews:

1. Obsession for Japanese anime
2. Obsessive love for dogs particularly bull terriers
3. Master in the art of crapping
4. Daily consumer of bakery products from muffins to cakes
5. Stalker 6. Odd liking for the color purple

I am going to strangle Samantha!

LIST OUT THE TOP 5 PRESENTS YOU WISH FOR
Sony Cybershot DSC-T100
Multi-core Mac
Stainless steel version of W850i (make it exist!)
A Walk To Remember novel by Nicholas Sparks
48 inch PC monitor

Unlimited funds
Great exam results for every exam
A fridge that never runs out of yogurt
30 hours per day instead of 24 hours

THE PERSON WHO TAGG-ED YOU IS
Samantha

YOUR 5 IMPRESSIONS OF HIM/HER

1. Talkative
2. Obsessive over purple
3. Loves being photograph and to photograph
4. Obsessive over dancing
5. Dedicated UGS-er =D

MOST MEMORABLE THINGS HE/SHE HAS DONE FOR YOU
Caption a photograph of her and Jonas as "I'm taller than him!" (technically it's not for me but hmmm... let's ignore that)

THE MOST MEMORABLE WORDS HE/SHE HAS SAID TO YOU
*scratches head* Is "Hello" counted?

IF HE/SHE BECOMES YOUR LOVER , YOU WILL
Be assassinated by *inserts name of Sam's biggest fan* and nooooo, horrors! I am not a lesbian!

IF HE/SHE BECOMES YOUR LOVER , THEY HAVE TO IMPROVE ON WILL BE
Gender

IF HE/SHE BECOME YOUR ENEMY , YOU WILL
Be very disappointed.

IF HE/SHE BECOME YOUR ENEMY , THE REASON WILL BE
Me trashing and insulting dancing, purple and Star with the worst profanities available to humans.

PASS THIS QUIZ TO 1O PEOPLE THAT YOUS WISH TO KNOW HOW THEY FEEL ABOUT YOU

In Reverse Alphabetical Order as Usual (You don't have to do the tag if You've already done it)

1. Perry
2. Lip Yi
3. Kenny
4. Kelvin
5. Jonas
6. Deborah
7. Cedric
8. Bruce
9. Ashley
10. Andrea

1. WHO IS NO.7 HAVING RELATIONSHIP WITH ?
Samaaaaantha! Oh wait, that was a lie. He's having a relationship with himself.

2. WHO IS NO.9 HAVING RELATIONSHIP WITH ?
Maybe a guy, maybe a girl?

3. IF NO.9 nd NO10 ARE TOGETHER , WILL IT BE A GOOD THING ?
That would be the scariest thing ever if it happens!

4. WHAT ABOUT NO1 nd NO5 ?
HAHA! Sounds terrific. Both of them would agree.

5. WHAT IS NO3 STUDYING ?
Law?

6. WHEN IS THE LAST TIME YOUS CHATT-ED WITH NO6 ?
Centuries ago back when William Shakespeare was alive and breathing.

7. DOES NO4 WORK ?
No idea.

8. DOES NO8 HAVE ANY COUSIN IN HIS/HER OWN SCHOOL ?
I don't know? He has a brother in his own school if that counts.

9. WILL YOU WOO NO8 ?
Uh? Woo is that good or bad?

10. HOW ABOUT NO5 ?
Oh why can't I BOO?? Why woo??

11. DOES NO2 HAVE ANY SIBLINGS ?
I think so. Yeah.

12. HOW DID YOU GET TO KNOW NO3 AND NO4 ?
I met Kenny through blogging and Kelvin added me in Friendster.

13. WHERE DOES NO1 LIVE AT ?
BDC, Lorong B.

14. HOW YOUS GET TO KNOW NO.2 ?
Junior in my school.

15. IS NO5 SEXIEST PERSON IN THE WORLD ?
Jonas would be so thrilled if I said yes but, I love popping bubbles hence, I shall be evil and say NO.

Tag completed and starts hunting down for Samantha to drive chopsticks through her heart.

Ad Astra

My mum finally got her copy of the Ad Astra. Most of the years I think black was a rather stereotype color for the Josephians' Ad Astra. However, this year it seems like they decided to raise it by a notch and go white and gold. Frankly, I think that's probably the nicest cover I have seen after so many years of getting free copies of the Ad Astra. I have seen from blue to green to black to white and green before. My school, on the other hand, had always been brown with a touch of multicolor. However everytime I see this year's Ad Astra, the white and gold reminds me of a Sony Ericsson W850i and this is exactly what I see in my head every time I see this year's Ad Astra...

Delusional donkey

Some delusional donkey thought I was delusional. I think he's the delusional one. *Whacks donkey's head* After hearing about the R-rating he got, he wanted to intensify it. Hence, he listed out a loooong list of words that he considers foul. However, awwww... he still earned himself this! Sigh... poor delusional donkey. Deepest condolences to him, sigh living in his own little world. Oh well...



I am remarkably jobless nowadays, I decided to take a short breather from reading and checked out morbid facts on my birthday and to my discovery, 147820 people died on the day I was born. Now, who can beat that score?!?

X-RATED!

My blog is... *drum rolls* X-RATED!!! Oh, just kidding. I got a PG-Rated. I guess I should congratulate myself. *Pats self on back* Green, I like green but I wish it was orange instead or something. Oh yeah, I found this thing on Kelvin Ting's blog (his blog is G-rated) and this piece of crappy rating thing can be found in www.justsayhi.com

Then, I decided to try to see if there was anybody with a more drastic rating than mine. So, I tried the most 'hamster attempting to be a T-rex and failing miserably' blog owner that I knew, namely, Perry and I got this. Ooo... Since he's 16 and blogging R-ratedly, that means...he needs parental accompaniment went blogging?

So, I tried the joker who kisses lady stone statues in Crown Plaza, Jonas. And just because he used to word 'bomb' three times in his blog, he got the same rating as me, PG-Rating. Maybe they think he is a terrorist to be... Al-Qadir (heard if off CSI Miami) member or something.

I wonder if they have purple-colored ratings for Samantha? So, I decided to check it out and sadly, they decided green was a better colour for Samantha. Maybe I should have photoshopped it before I posted it. But nah, that's cheating. God said no cheating.

I thought of Deborahh and wondered, hmmmm... and my thoughts were answered. She too, joined the R-rated gang. Since she's 17 (she drives! Is she nice enough to be my personal driver for RM0.50 per day? Hmmm...) she can blog without parental accompaniment I guess since she can actually view whatever she posts.

Polar bears are kuai fellows right? Think again. Bruce joined Perry in the R-rated group as well. Well, they always say that true love lasts even in hot water. Guess all those lovey-dovey stuff Bruce posts up in his blog isn't exactly good-boy material after all. Snorts.

Then, I tried the famous Kuching blogger, Kenny Sia's blog and gaaaaaaaaasp, he got...he got... a G-rating!!! Isn't he the fellow who blogs alot about male and female reproductive organs and etc, etc and he got a GENERAL SUITABLE FOR ALL AGES RATING!!!! But, I concluded that because he blogged in Hokkien about all those that's why the program couldn't detect it, because it wasn't Chinese educated! Unless... all those l*an c*ao business is suitable for children.


However, another famous blogger, Xiaxue, apparently did not get away too easily with it. She outbeat Perry, Bruce and Deborah! Wonder if anyone is jealous that she beat their rating... Why is it that all the famous bloggers are either extremely *coughing fit* POLITE CRITTERS or FOUL MOUTHED CRITTERS? Maybe that's how they get famous...



We all know how Cedric loves green and hence, green he gets just because he mentioned the word breast 5 times. Oh, Cedric's not a pervert who is severely obsessed with female body parts or something like that, he's just currently obsessed with supporting Breast Cancer Awareness campaign and that earned him a PG-rating. I think my rating my actually turn into a NC-17 after using so the word 'breast' countless of times to blog about Cedric's rating... -_-"



I checked up Tze Lun and Wen Qi's blogs too but ahh, they were too goody-goody two shoes and got a G-rating so they don't fit my 'X-Rated post'. GOODY GOODY TWO SHOES! Hence, a lesson is learned here today. To earn ourselves a G-rating, we must blog like Kenny Sia. In short, start blogging about d*ck sizes (must be in Hokkien) and you'll earn your G-rating. Good luck.

Pig blood

Oh yes, exams are inching, creeping their way back into my life again after the short 7-day holiday. Sigh. And that is just a random snapshot of a Secret Recipe paper bag that came along with the cheese cake. Had breakfast at some coffee shop at Pandungan before I went dress-shopping for a dinner (came up with an Izime Courture dress that cost my mum RM119.00). Some sort of kolo mee with soup. They had cubes of clotted pig blood. How gross it that? Sure, we are to let the pig die with dignity and pride by eating up their tails, feet, livers, intestines and you name it, you get it. But, clotted pork blood? Why don't we clot chicken blood and eat it too? Waaaiiit, do people eat that too?? Yeah, here's a conversation between an altar boy (a nooblet) and I. (The following conversation might contain modifications.)

Me: Uhhh, there's clotted pig blood in the kolo mee soup!
Him: Gutless.
Me: What you eat it ah?
Him: The Heng Hwas eat clotted pig blood in their Heng Hwa dish. So?
Me: You're not supposed to eat it laaaaah. It's 'illegal' laaaaaah.
Him: Weak.
*few hours later*
Me: Read Genesis, chapter 9.
Him: Hehehehe...
Me: *laughs* Gutless eh?

Random snapshot around Padungan area. It was a dark, gloomy, grey sky.

Raya

Raya! Yeah and that means Hari Raya visiting. That was a photo snapped during Raya visiting. I'm not much of a visiting sort of person so all I went to today was my aunty's house in Matang Jaya (she's Chinese married Malay) and my neighbor's house. My aunty gave me a Vietnamese embroidered bag today and oh, I got a green packet from my neighbor. That's the first time I received a packet that isn't red with Chinese wordings that scream out "Gong Xi Fa Cai" on it. I had to photoshop the photo that I posted yesterday because the fellow threatened to cry if I did not do something to it. Alrighhht, so I obeyed the fellow's bidding by photoshopping it. Photoshopping is fun especially when there's a photo that has great color quality. Got to get going, got mass later and then it's kolo mee for dinner. I heard my parents discussing that there would be roasted pork for next years' new year dinner gathering and awww, once again another pig is going to die with dignity. Roast in pieces.

Got to raid my brain on what to get for this fellow's birthday...

Sixteenth year on Earth

If they had Santa Clauses for birthdays, it would be plesant if he drops a retriever through my chimney. Yeah, that's if I had a chimney in my house, which is situated on the equatorial line. I'll probably smoke everyone living in my house into smoked sardines. The dog will probably be barbecued as well.

Today's the mark of me living, alive and still breathing on this planet, Earth. My darling sister *inserts monotonous coughing sounds* sang Happy Birthday Donkey to me all the way from Russia while in the process of shitting. How...touching. It's a holiday today. Thank goodness. I wouldn't want to have exams when its my 16th birthday or celebrating some St. Teresa' Feast Day in school today. But having exams next week, does not leave me with much choices of things to do at home during this one week holiday except study. Especially got to read up History, I have not started on it yet and the paper is in one week plus. People with birthdays in October always 'gladly' have to sit for exams on their birthdays... I'm just one lucky one excused from doing so by luck and chance!!!

I used to think that Monday physics class was noisy but I had to change my perspective after first-hand experiencing noise pollution from the Wednesday physics class. The tuition center seems to suffer black-outs lately. Twice yesterday in fact. Wonder if they remembered to pay their bills... *stares thoughtfully at the ceiling*

I want a dog...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO GRACE TOO

Anyway, Chemistry tuition today was s-t-r-e-s-s-f-u-l. Waaaa, I spent 15 minutes debating with a certain someone over where should the abestos tape be. Wonderful 15 minutes I tell you. But eventually, *inserts evil laughter*, I won!!! He claims it's lack of time to debate, I claim its lack of words to debate. *laughs even more evilly*. I think this certain someone is in love too. I shall not mention his name, it's for the sake and goodwill of privacy... or in case this certain someone decides to hunt me down and assassinate me or something. Carnivorous.

Semi-merdeka. She's horny.

It's what I declare as "semi-merdeka". Exams are half-over, half done and half undone. Hence, I decided to take a breather today. In short, turn my blog into a black, red, gray mix.I found this bugger on Jonas' blog. So, I squashed the little fellow and named him Jonas The Bug.

I just committed suicide two days ago. Yeah. I don't mean it literally. I just killed ten marks from my Additional Mathematics paper 2 question. I misread the question. It said E was a midpoint of CF but I (in desperate need of compound microscopes as spectacles) read E was a midpoint of BF. That was the very first problem to solve hence, I got a wrong midpoint, from there it lead on to a wrong equation and on to a wrong area and on to a wrong loci. Terrrriiiiiiiffiiiic!

Q: Did chopsticks evolve from forks and spoons or did forks and spoons evolve from chopsticks?

I think exams are bad for health. Bad, bad, bad. Must not procrastinate. Got history to burry my head in, suffocate and poof. Been going mental. I am utterly jealous. The Form 3s are done with their PMR. What do we Form 4s do to "celebrate" our supposedly "hooraaaay it's Raya, exams are 'over'!!!" mood? Wawa decided to pass around a note during BM essay that reads...
"I'M HORNY".

TV issues

WHY???
Television used to be a great thing to kill time with. Yea yea, you turn on the switch, the power, flip the remote control and with two digits pressed, poof, a channel pops up. But now! *inserts profanities* you need to press three digits to get a channel up on screen. What's the worst part? You cannot remember the channels! Everything is all mixed up. Ya, I know there's a guidebook but who wants to uncurl from the armchair and walk over to the coffee table to pick up a blasted guidebook to flip to some blasted page to look for some blasted channel and then walk back to the armchair, sit down and press three buttons!!?? So much energy wasted! Simple solution is to give up chuck the remote control over my shoulder and give up watching television for as long as I live. Yea, unless I am desperate for entertainment and willing to press three-digit channels.

Madness. Pure madness. I have won myself a bet. Yup. At the same time I lost a bet. I just lost my toilet bowl in a bet I made. It was a win-no-win-lose-no-lose kinda situation. I LOST A TOILET BOWL IN A BET!