Friday, March 28, 2008

Quiz Kesihatan


Irene

Lilian

Rhema

Irene, Lilian, Rhema and I went for the Quiz Kesihatan Competition this morning at SMK. Bau with Puan Fatimah and Puan Koh. I recalled doing some last minute "studying" for the quiz yesterday night at 10.00pm. This morning, on our way to SMK. Bau with the two teachers in Puan Fatimah's green Toyota Advanza, we got lost.

Anyway, we thought we were all going to screw up this whole quiz but amazingly, we had the third highest score and entered the finals. Being four fellows who expected to screw up badly among other 27 competing schools, we instantly stood up and exclaimed among ourselves, "Eh! Not bad at all leh! Not bad!" and everyone turned at stared.

In the finals we got second place. First was SMK. St. Thomas, they beat us by two points. Third was SMK. Kuching High, we beat them by ten points. So, we got back a group trophy, individual trophies, individual certificates and RM300. I met an old schoolmate there too at SMK. Bau, Carnation.


The front of this year's prefects' T-shirt.

The back of this year's prefect's T-shirt.

Stamp For Water


Has anyone ever seen a baby bird closeup? Well, that's a first if you have not.

I ran into the strangest three stooges two days ago at one of the washrooms in The Spring.

I was just done using the toilet and proceeded to a habitual routine of washing my hands. Unfortunately there were three Malay girls around the age of twenty hogging the sinks. They were staring at the sink with puzzled expressions and began thumping the water taps and crying out in confusion that there was no water.

They began observing the water taps, studying it intently and came to a conclusion that there were no knobs or handles to twist or turn. So, one of them came up with a marvelous theory that the taps were the sort whereby when you stamp on the floor, water will automatically flow through the tap and viola! Water!

I stared at them, completely bemused and waited patiently in content as they stamped, stamped, stamped and stamped their feet on the floor in vain. No water. Is it not a pity? Poor things. Finally, I decided that I really needed to wash my hands and pointed out that those were automatic water taps with sensors. The sort whereby you place your hand under the tap and water will flow.

The three ladies thanked me graciously and placed their hands under the taps. Water flowed and they marveled at gasped at the invention of mankind. They were in awe that was the method of how to use the water taps at The Spring.

I can't help but few amused. Stamping for water?

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Marching Practices


Yup, we had another prefects' marching practice today for Sports Day at the St. Joseph Parish. That's Joanne Thomas nosing in as the commander. That's right the "prefect" with the most demerits. She's helping us out for the marching this 18th of April 2008.

Guess who's the flag bearer on Sports Day for the platoon? I was trying to pull off the conqueror-look with my "temporary flag pole" but I don't think I succeeded. Yet again... another fail pose. I think it's the missing flag that spoils the pose. I look obese. Oh wait, I am obese.

Amy Lynette hugging one of the lamp posts while Joanne Thomas is commanding. If she turned
around, you would see that is a Manchester United Fan Club shirt.

Melanie Jerry and Amy Lynette sitting by the drain, w-a-t-c-h-i-n-g the juniors march. The sun was scorching hot and I swear that I am a shade darker now.

More "dramas" to watch now in school. School life is awfully dramatic.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

"I love marks"


After many terms of reigning the third position or if lucky, second place or if even luckier, first place in school examinations, I was overthrown... Nooooooooo......

1. 87.5 (Rhema B.)
2. 86.9 (Irene)
3. 86.6 (Chai)
4. 86.3
5. 83.8 (Esther)

...FOURTH PLACE...

*Yanks out tufts of hair*

I can choose to either wallow in self pity and console myself that it is just a three-mark difference or be a good sport. But I decide to be a good sport.

To think of it, I don't think I was even bothered about grades back in Form 1 when I used to "reign the thrones" of positions between ten to fifteen with just studying few days before examinations. I hated all my teachers in Form 1, hated all prefects (ironically I was one) and I hated almost all subjects too. Yes, I hate them all to the very core. Did I mention that I even got called to stand up in History class for disrupting the peace? Did I mention that I used to shoot rubber bands across the classroom during lessons? What a monkey I once was (and probably still am).

Suddenly in Form 2, I see THE LIGHT! (drama queen in action)

Here am I today, "kiasu" and Head Prefect. How ironic can life get?

Those were the days. Linda asked me if I love money or marks more. Without any thought, my answer was very simple,

"I love marks."

Now it's pretty obvious that I am currently not earning any money so might as well love the marks I "earn" instead.

Gabrielle's weirdest paranoia is that when she cracks open an egg, a chicken foetus would slide out of it. All curled up with ogling black eyes and covered in yolk and white.

Monstrous Donkey



Imagine sitting next to a monstrous donkey for two and a half hours in Physics class.
Front row seats.
The agony, the torture, the suffering.
The painstaking moments as seconds tick by slowly.
Tick, tick, tick...
You cannot decide whether to clobber him on the head with your Physics reference book or laugh.
You finally lose your head and pinch him on the arm.
He yelps out loudly in pain.
The class ogles at the two of you.
Your two good friends sitting behind you start to snigger.
Good friend "not so good friend anymore" grins and tells you,

"You two look so much like a good couple."

That's when you can feel fumes steaming out of your ears and you grit your teeth and glare lethally.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Japanese Ghost



My last haircut was back in May 2007.
Finally had a haircut this year. Back to civilization?
Mum insisted that my old hair was out of shape.
She was persistent that I cut fringe just like two years ago.
Horrors.
I feel like a Japanese doll again.
A bit more extreme, a Japanese ghost?

I shall thank the inventor of the hair clip. Wonderful man/woman he or she is!

Another solution would be to get a tan and be a shade of Belgium chocolates then I would look like a... err... toasted "chau-ta" Japanese ghost?

Saturday, March 22, 2008

New Residents


First, let's start of with some mouth-watering appetizers. Stare at them "Ham Chim Peng" cinnamon things. Feeling hungry? Now, proceed to the rest of the photos below. They're not so mouth-watering though. Edible but I doubt anyone would want to gobble them down.


This is the second time that very pair of birds made their nest in that old stag horn plant and once again, laid two eggs which, hatched out to be those noisy little newborn critters. And yes, I nearly sacrificed my life climbing up four to five meters above ground level, perched on a ladder with a digital SLR and snapping photos.



They're just such adorable, noisy little critters. I think it's pretty obvious that I focused the camera more on the next than on the birds. Give me a break will you, I don't fancy perching four to five meters above ground level on such a small square of metal with both hands griping on a camera instead of some support. I am no circus clown. *Topples off chair*

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Practice Richness



Want to look rich?
Digi has found a solution and they advertised it on Borneo Post yesterday.
You see that paragraph of text that I had circled in red?
It says...

"Do not exceed the recommended angle (38.7 degrees) as looking where you're going will become difficult. Bumping into people/objects reduces your "rich factor"."

As for that paragraph that I had circled in blue, it says...

"Of course the rich look different. They're rich. And you will be joining them real soon. Just activate your DiGi Postpaid Friends and Family TM at no monthly charges and you could win the grand prize. There's also a chance to win prizes worth RM5000 each week, and RM1000 everyday. So start practicising."


Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Holiday Thursday

Time should go a wee bit slower.
I need to catch up.
I must read Biology. Must.
But I read Physics and did Additional Mathematics.
I want one of those bull terriers.
Then I would name him Graham.
I don't know what I want.
Medical? Naval engineering? Aerospace engineering?
I wished I knew.
Most people I know, seem to know very well what they want.
Then again I quite believe,
That one can only hope for what's best.

Tomorrow, I still know what and who I am.

Cyber Bug

How "interesting" can it get if you know that three teachers had read your blog?

Namely Puan Carol, Cikgu Yasmin and Mr. Tan Shu Hwa.

Especially if one of them mentioned it twice in class that you own a blog.

I think that's just plain scary.

Next thing you know is that you can no longer criticize openly.

There goes my absolute freedom of speech. Boo?

Not like it hasn't been gone years ago.

Not to forget that the rule book has some cyber regulation, 20 to 80 demerits for cyber offences.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Post Mortem Tuesday

My complete first term examination results are out today.

Bahasa Melayu- 82% (A2)
History- 84% (A2)
Moral Studies- 88% (A1)
Additional Mathematics- 91%
(A1)
Modern Mathematics- 96% (A1)
Chemistry- 93% (A1)
Physics- 90% (A1)
English and Science for Technology- 87% (A1)
Biology- 70% (B3)
English- 81% (A2)

I made the silliest mistakes in most papers. I did a post-mortem on my exam papers and I observe that I am not that good at subjects that require a lot of memorizing like Biology and History. Though I did read one section in the Biology paper wrongly about the flow of the blood.

I am never very good at Bahasa Melayu, just average so that's a fine score for me although I would have preferred to get 85% but nevermind. EST's fine. English, oh wow, what should I say? This is the first time I have ever gotten anything below 88% for English. I guess Miss Susie is awfully strict. Amazingly, 81% came off as the highest mark in class. I mean like... what??

As for Moral studies, I scrapped full marks or almost full marks in questions 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6 but unfortunately, in question 1, I only scored a 3 out of 10. Why? They asked about what moral value should this girl who started taking drugs after her boyfriend dumped her, have. I answered reasonableness. My mum's retort when I complained about why reasonableness cannot be accepted was...

Mum: You can't use reasonableness. Let's say I take drugs, can you tell me to be reasonable at taking drugs? Oh, don't take 500 grams of drugs, take only 5 grams, be reasonable! Or I want to kill somebody, you tell me to be reasonable. So I can tell you I'll just stab the person a bit but not kill the person so I am being reasonable. If it's wrong then it cannot be reasonable.

As for Chemistry, Physics, Additional Mathematics and Mathematics, a chock full of careless mistakes. But I guess it's fairly fine for me.

Puan Carol Yap, a Biology teacher stopped me today and said these words to me,

"I saw the pictures of your feet on your blog!!!"

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Storytelling Sunday

It was a typical humid tropical Sunday evening, the sun was setting and mosquitoes were starting to come out of hiding. Yes, yes, the itchiness and the high humidity could have killed your average Caucasian man. She sat by the coffee table, daydreaming when he suddenly asked her to be his girl-friend. Caught of guard, she was undeniably speechless. The old cogs started to whirl into action, was that a dash she heard? She pressed on, just to be certain. He repeated.

Let us rewind the story back couple of years ago...

She saw him walk through the door, her first impression was that he looked rather fine. However, she was such a bundle of nerves having to face those horrible trials and white-wigged judges in heavy black robes that she couldn't be bothered to take a second glance. Several months later after some queer chance of her meeting him, he told her that he liked her but he was not interested in any of those couple blasphemy. Sure enough she knew she liked him too, unbelievably him but nevertheless she prayed and hoped that he would change his mind one day.

Now, back to where I left the story...

She felt crestfallen. All this while she had been hoping and all he wanted was that? It seemed as if her prayers were not answered or maybe he was just simply very dim? After a long-winded conversation of asking her to be his girl-friend, he finally removed the dash. Too angry to be anywhere close to joyful, she grumpily agreed, thinking what a prat he was. At that moment, the thought of driving a butter knife through his head seemed almost tempting. But she ruled out murder.

Sure enough there were ups and downs and she had screwed up countless of times but she still felt that the whole thing was worth it and that he was worth it. Late one night in the freezing cold of her tiled room, she sat down and gave it all a good thought. Yes, she did love him a lot, both as a very good friend and more than that. God was gracious. Though she prayed that there was more to it. She didn't need or want those scathingly insensible public displays of affection, she wanted to be acknowledged as a friend whenever he was around.

Then again, any friend or family would be sure to wonder why do they not speak to each other. Yes, they do not speak at all around each other as strange as it may seem, the most was perhaps two sentences each. It puzzled many but did many have the answer? Many have asked why but returned without an answer. She would sometimes strike up silly little small "talks" but there was rarely any response. The chances of him responding were perhaps, as good as the odds of a toilet bowl giggling or doing the tap dance.

Yes, it was that old Chinese lady I first knew seventeen years ago at the Sarikei that I am talking about. She never finished telling me the story about what happened next, whether did he finally speak to her or kept silent for the rest of the years. I wonder.

Friday, March 14, 2008

Saturday Battlefield

I'm at war against Stefan Kho and his photography skills.
An orang utan's backside shot from Stefan received today.
My retort that I sent today. Not as itchy as a hairy orang utan's backside but nevertheless, the most interesting animal shot in my collection.
A dead duck shot I sent few weeks ago, still an animal.
The reply I got from Stefan, a plastic fish later that evening. Not an animal at all.

Last but not least, a very Happy Birthday to Bruce!

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

A Birthday Thursday

It's a Thursday.
It's Jonas' 17th birthday.
Last year he complained about having only chicken rice for his birthday.
This year he complained that the first thing his mum said to him was, "get out" and that Esther did not message him to wish him Happy Birthday just like last year.
This year he also complained that I did not make a blog dedication just like I did last year.
So here I am, making a blog dedication to Jonas the Monkey.
Happy Birthday monyet.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Photographing on a Wednesday

The junior prefects had their marching practice for Sports Day today so I had to go down to school and later that morning at 10.00 am, I had a prefects' council meeting. So, I woke up at 7.15 am this morning, messaged the fellow (that fellow passed law test, won't be soon before I will have my own personal driver), took a warm shower, grabbed a granola bar and my camera and popped into the car. The road was congested and it was pouring cats and dogs.
More photos of the councils during the junior marching practice and the meeting. I see a Manchester United jersey in there. Crazy Cheryl is missing today. Oh and the SPM results are out today, lots of angry, sad, poker-stiff and euphoric expressions all around school. I can't believe it's going to be my turn next year! Wow.The black and the white. I think the St. Teresa Primary school makes a very suitable place for the crew to shoot for the next Dark Water horror movie. Heebeejeebies.Hums. My new header in saturated form.

Monday, March 10, 2008

Smack That Rat



We started designing our game for the tournament today. It was supposed to start at 8.00 am but unfortunately, Rhema overslept and only showed up at 9.10 am and in the midst of waiting, Linda watched sappy Korean sob stories. I, on the other hand, tried to finish off my BM essay.

So, you must be wondering how did our game designing go. I must say, it went pretty... terribly. First of all, we were rather new and clueless to the software. Second, we were too lazy to read the tutorials or browse through the help index. Quote Perry: "Phailure".

Basically, we designed our game by trial and error and obviously, it was a failure. Things just zoomed like mad in and out of the screen and all sorts of other weird transitions. Amusing but nevertheless, not very useful.


So, we gave up and decided to fool around with the software instead. Rhema targeted events for the rat, I added in Smack That by Akon as the background music and tiled the room with a sky layout and Linda eagerly waited for her chance to test-play.



The outcome was a rat dancing or rather, moonwalking to Smack That by Akon in the sky. Success eh? I call it the
Smack That Rat game.

Sunday, March 9, 2008

A Monday Morning

I said it. I conclude.

Ticks
seconds off fingers. Worth it.

Squabbles, bullying, blackmailing, threatening. I'm exaggerating.
Still very, very worth it. Yawns.
I am owed a lot of things. Manhattan's, a shopping spree and the list goes on. Gluttonous me.
I popped a bubble today. Metaphorically. I sent him into a state of shock just when he was about to conk off. Good.
*Rubs hands gleefully*


I went to INTI College today for the Game Design course with Rhema and Linda. We used the Software Engineering Lab there and a man called Tay taught us how to design our own Pacman. My Pacman shot burgers out of its' mouth. Unsuspected eh? I call it the Burger Shooting Pacman. Wait till the world sees our Beca Racers game. Fantastic-ness.

Sure, sure. It was one very amusing course but now let's move on to what happened during Physics tuition just now. There's brief history on how Perry and Cheryl love fighting for that seat in class next to me. Tuition starts at 6.30 pm every Monday evening. Perry shows up at 5.45 pm most of the Mondays. Cheryl rushes in at 6.00 pm and throws her tantrums *stamp, stamp, stamp* when she sees him in that seat. I on the other hand, lazily swing in at 6.15 pm and lazily sit down regardless of who it is beside me, be it Cheryl or Perry.

Today, it is a holiday. Yes, indeed it is. Crazy Cheryl rushed to tuition today at 5.30 pm and she was probably feeling victorious when Perry came in at 5.50 pm, only to discover that there's another bum in his seat. Did I mention that Crazy Cheryl lives behind that tuition center?? I feel so honored that there are crazies flocking around me.

Saturday, March 8, 2008

Of Politics and Elections

I woke up this morning and the first thing I saw was the Borneo Post, everything was all about the election results. I actually read the papers today, just for the sake of reading the articles about the election results. Yesterday's news was all about election results as well. Stayed up to 1.30 am in my parents' bedroom watching the results while trying to pay off my Additional Mathematics debts.This is what majority's reactions are like during the election if their party loses. I don't know why but I like taking photos of this wooden man.
Then their reactions after the elections if their party wins. Same old wooden man.

Friday, March 7, 2008

A Typical Yesterday and Today

She wanted photos of Perry for Face Warp, she was like some crazy paparazzi.
"You take his photo liao! Faster liao! Woi!" she banged her bony elbow into my ribs.
I gracefully and smartly denied.
Eventually, she took the photos herself, "discretely".
Using my bloody phone.
(-_-")...
He's that wanted meh?!


As for today, I woke up at 11.00 in the morning and had Cantonese noodles at a Sekama coffee shop, glared and blasted at one of the coffee shop waitresses for not knowing what a sink was when I asked where was the sink. Any old fool would know what a sink is, English educated or Chinese educated or Bahasa Malaysia educated. Agitated. Anyway, the food as good enough to make my day. Obesity.

Cooled off later when I bought two United Colors of Benneton shirts and a tie for a monkey's Birthday. Pink for a purpose. The lady working at the UCB section was trying to persuade me to buy three shirts , claiming that if I buy two, I will only get a 10% discount but if I buy three shirts, I get a 20% discount. Shakes head. I want another white bag and I should drag him to go shopping one day, driver and ATM machine.

I did some quick mental calculations and scoffed inwardly at their sales gimmicks. RM79.90 per piece. If I buy two pieces with a 10% discount, that's roughly RM150.00. If I buy three pieces with a 20% discount, that's roughly RM220.00. A difference of roughly RM10.00 only. So not worth it. They should give 50% discounts. Then again, it will probably be some fantastic gimmick too anyway. They would sell items actually worth RM30 for double the price and then tell you there's a 50% discount. Shakes head.

What I see...

I have so much Additional Mathematics debt to pay Mr. Fabian, all thanks to two weeks of preparations for my examinations. Nevermind, I shall persevere. There are two particular fellows that whenever they pop into my head, they drag along their weird obsessions. I had nothing better to do but to fool around with Photoshop few minutes ago.When I hear the name Amy Lynnette, I think of Linkin Park. That horrible band.
When it comes to Esther Ling, football + Arsenal + food + cat + drums = life

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

It's over

Finally the exams are over. Woohoo!!! Furthermore, the mid term holidays are starting tomorrow. Double joy for me. This Monday, I'm going to attend a game design course at INTI College together with Linda and Rhema. After that, we're going to start designing a computer game, Beca Racers for that Game Design Tournament. Who knows we get contracts with EA Games? *snorts derisively*That's my individual shot for this year's class profile photo. I look... I look... I look... I hope I look like a valedictorian. Anyway, Madam Kong asked the six of us to participate in the Bond University High School Mooting competition again this year. I decided to not participate. I'm not willing to skip two periods of lessons everyday just like how I was forced to do so last year. Apparently, the winning team of Sarawak gets to go to Australia.

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Junk

Looks just like HIM.

Nooooooooo

We passed up our Physics test paper. Suddenly, I realized something and it hit me like a ton of bricks. NOOOOO!!!

There were two wooden blocks of equal weight submerged separately in two liquids of different densities. One was submerged in a denser liquid, less volume was submerged. The other was submerged in a less dense liquid, more volume was submerged.

First thing that hit me was, buoyant force in the first was greater than the later. Second thought subconsciously hit me afterwards, buoyant force was equal!

mg= Vpg
The increase in submerged volume is canceled out by the decrease in density and vice versa.

But I wrote GREATER THAN in my test paper! That means I probably lost a worthy 5 marks.

NOOOO!!!

This is a half paper. That means 5 marks is probably 10 marks. Cries. There goes my hopes for beating my personal score of 97% for Physics. NOOOOOOOO!!!

To think of it, I have a gut feeling I plotted my graph for Additional Mathematics and Modern Mathematics wrongly. Did I? Paranoia I hope.

It was Syed Syeikh but in my History paper, I wrote Syeikh Syed. Sobs.

Monday, March 3, 2008

Saturday, March 1, 2008

I Scrawled

First ever attempt at drawing a Japanese anime without following any "anime drawing" rules. Retarded but... nevermind, not really my style of drawing anyway.
Second attempt, a he-she-it creature. Done with a 5B pencil and constant sharpening.
My impression of what an Ah Beng looks like. Doesn't look very Asian Ah Beng.
My impression of what an Ah Lien looks like. I think I did a pretty good job.

A caricature of my dad I did last month for his Birthday.