Urban Legend

Whole weekend thrown at the computer. Living with it.
Should have read Physics?
I'm in thermal equilibrium with the computer.
Maybe Chemistry?
I'm made out of molecules just like the computer.
Biology perhaps?
I'm biologically unrelated to the computer.
The computer is eating me up.
So is education...
But I have to eat both up. Swallow it, digest it.
However, can defaecate out the computer but not education...WHY?

Ugh....

Year-end examinations are only a couple of blasted weeks away.
I realized SPM is next year. I haven't even relax and meditate enough from PMR!
BLASTED EXAMS.

'Urban legend' to perform well in exams:

1. Drink Brands' Chicken Essence the night before exams.
Hell yeah, that's only if you want to stay awake and burn midnight oil and fry out the next day. Smart.

Green

I went for dinner last night at this food court in Tabuan Laru and guess what I saw! I saw that Ah Beng walking in with supposedly silver hair which, ended up looking grey. Is that just 'hot' or what? I did not manage to snap a photo of his girlfriend in that shot as I was 'invading privacy' by holding the phone to my ear and then pressing capture as I did so and viola! A photo of that grey-haired 'hot' guy popped up in my phone. People who did a lousy job dying their hair look like goofballs when they step out to the street. I have seen one guy with silver-gone-wrong hair at Jalan Song food court and now another at Tabuan Laru. Maybe it's just my luck to run into silver-gone-wrong haired people? Why can't I run into green-haired monsters or purple-haired monsters? Green is so top of my list nowadays. Observe the countless amount of green in my blog and photoshopped images.

Why don't youngsters dye their hair green instead?? Green hair can certainly differentiate whether your 600 years old or 16 years old whereas silver hair cant do so! Oh, I almost forgot. That photo is courtesy from Cedric's Blog. I just had to borrow that tuft of green hair to describe what I am trying to stress on about silver and green or purple or pink or blue hair.What's so great about Photoshop Version 9??? Just a few new tricks compared to Version 7. So much for wasting so much energy persuading a mule...

Today

Hidup tanpa henti = Live without stopping
Pandu selamat = Drive safely

Hidup tanpa henti + pandu selamat = Crossing out of each other due to contradiction

That's 4 Science 2's Attendance Book. And the class monitor, Esther Ling had left her marks on it by sticking spiderman stickers that she picked off the ground this morning in front of the staffroom. Imagine the look on the Assistant Principal, Madam Euphrasia when she flips through and catches the sight of Spiderman lurking inside an attendance book.

Potter and teeth

Look what I got yesterday night! The last volume of Harry Potter. I got it from MyBookstore and apparently, it cost me (it ought to be my mum actually because she bought the book) a handful which was RM109.90. I'm halfway through the book now... Everyone got theirs for like RM88 or RM87 and hmf... I spent a handful more. Anyway, it seems like to me that everyone is blogging about how great this book is. Hence, I decided to oppose that motion. The book is interesting of course however, it contains many boring sections. A good book is something that is never boring and would keep your eyes glued on every single alphabet present on that page. Another bad thing, it's pricey, hole-burning in your pockets.

Words are very powerful and messes up your brain cells. All the while I am so used to saying the word "SOCKS". However, late I kept hearing a handful of people in my school going "SHYOCKS" and recently, I opened my mouth to talk to a girl about her socks, it spilled out of my mouth as... "Can you pull your SHYOCKS----I mean SOCKS!---up higher?" Ugh...words are so possessive and influential and it muddles up your brain. Here's a sentence that I ought to use in my English essay...

"I can achieve honorificabilitudinitatibus by creating a lapadotemakhoselakhogaleokranioleipsa-
nadrimypotrimmatosilphiokarabomelitokatakekhymenokikhlepikossyphophattoperisteralek-
tryonokephalliokigklopeleiogaoiosiraiobaphetraganopterygon."

That sentence, is made up of more than 183 words I can guarantee you. I can also guarantee you that sentence...full of wrong usage of words.

PS: Firefox has spell check! Wow...

Mathematics

Exams...are finally OVER for good! Wait I take my words back, exams will never be over for good at least not until I stop getting education. That *points at picture above* is how I felt for the whole exam week, lazy procrastinating student. Mathematics was only over for like what two days (?) and back comes the testpaper today, big failure... one stupid forgetful YES or NO answer screwed up my whole testpaper and left me with a 98%. Noooooooooooo... *runs, smashes into wall and slumps onto floor*... All it asked was, is x+1=3 a statement? I sat there scratching my head, in my head I kept thinking is it a statement?? What exactly is a statement already?? I think I sat there staring at that silly question for approximately twenty minutes (note: I was done with the others) and stared, stared, stared and stared some more...
I even meditated in order to try to attempt to revive my peapod-size memory about statements and what was my final result?

NOTHING

NIL

ZERO

EMPTINESS

BLANK


...suicidal...

Barnyards...

Why so boring huh? Exams ending tomorrow, very jubilant over here. Wonder why am I being bugged by two nosy barnyard animals to pay my Physics tuition class fees when it is not even August. Barnyards...

Scrawled

That's all I can say about the current certain situations of life and the status is most certainly not mediocre... If you can't put it in words, put it in picture form.

PS: That was scrawled across the back of my History paper after exam in the car, stuck in the lunch hour traffic jam.

Anyway, my sister (the one that just came back from Russia) finally got her Wall's Mini Poppers. Due to me telling her "haiyah! Get it from Tabuan Jaya later lah! Get it now, by the time we get home it will be all melted!", she did not get her 'fantastic' ice cream from Kings' Centre. However at Tabuan Jaya, there was no Wall's Mini Poppers. Hence, she resolved to strangling me. This is not the first time I had been strangled. I was strangled for no apparent reason once in Four Season at the dinner table while my dad was asking what kind of fish we wanted for dinner. Finally at Everise, she found her 'marvellous' ice cream. Oh did I mention? I saw a very gruesome Wall's confectionary, it was Wall's Egg Tart Ice Cream. I mean, ice cream normally lasts for months of storage and with the egg tart in it, does it even last for months?? Fungussy blue egg tarts...

Exams are going to end soon...Hallelujah! I'm feeling very impatient now, going to burry my head in Chemistry later. But I guess there's nothing much to read up except on Chapter 4 and 5 only, so basically it feels almost like Merdeka today. Unfortunately, its not Merdeka yet, still two more days to go...

The Grouch

I bought a bottle of Evian water from Parkson yesterday night and as I was browsing through the back of the contents, I noticed something very, very queer indeed. It says, water from the French Alps. However, at the back it says bottled in the Phillipines. Hence, I assume they import water from the French Alps all across the world to South East Asia... wait, the Phillipines is part of South East Asia right? I forgot everything about world Geography already after PMR.

I was staring at my computer keyboard this afternoon while I was terribly bored with nothing better to do after reading some History and with no one to bug through SMS, I noticed, that the keyboard lettering was just a random placement and was not based on any algorithm or anything at all. The only word I would see in the first line of letters is T Y P E W R I T E R. The person who invented the keyboard was probably some whacko guy who decided, "oh, since I can't type with them arrange alphabetically, let me just jumble them up!".

I was provoked into jealousy today. Sniff. Mean old grouchy Aaron Chan Ming HOCK (Ps: he hates his last name, that's why I capital-ed it up). Perry told me he got the new Harry Potter book and *inserts drum roll* as if on God's will, within the next five minutes, my phone rang and *rolls eyes* it's Aaron on the phone, gloating and bragging bout his new Harry Potter book and how he got it for only RM88.00 and reading out loud the first few lines. *Wipes eyes with tissue and blows nose*. I'll get my revenge on him one day soon... I'll feed him ten pieces of Wriggley's Extra Fire. Check out www.malaysiandonkey.blogspot for more information on this fascinating and miraculous chewing gum. I hope your reading this, Aaron...

Law & Shit

I hadn't blogged for a week, I wonder if my presence was missed. Oh wait, hang on... *buzzing sound*...I sense a premonition coming and ah, I see the light! No, I wasn't missed.... *blows nose*... It's been a weird and stress-indulging week ...*untangles feet into yoga position*... Why? Lot's of stuff that does not bring the image of cotton candy and Minnie Mouse into your head, more likely to bring the image of turnips and Scrooge into your head. I've was extremely lame and racist last week, coming up with a modified version of the lamest joke possible told in the history of South East Asia.

"There were three men, one Muslim, one Catholic and one Buddhist, hanging off a rope from a helicopter, about to die. Only one could stay... So Malay suggests to pray. Everyone agrees. Everyone prays. Muslim opens hands to say solat, Muslim falls off. Christian raises hand to make the sign of the cross with one hand still holding onto the rope but falls off as soon as Buddhist begins to do the 'joss-stick shaking movement'. Hence, Buddhist survives."


How much lamer can it possibly get? That's the effect of too much Pendidikan Moral, it makes you become so unbelievably 'perpaduan-ish' that you completely forgot your being racist. Do I make sense? Technically I'm being very 'perpaduan-ish' for including three main relgisions and racist at the same time. Whatever...

I turned on the stove couple of days ago to cook pasta and roaring jets of blue flames flared up ...*exaggerates*... and out of the blues like a bombshell, *inserts sound effect* a lizard fell into the flames. It caught on fire like something out of the Exorcist, ran helplessly around the stove and falls dead stiffly on its' back with all four roasted feet sticking out straight like toothpicks. How adorable...

It's been such a lousy week that I completely forgot what I wanted to blog about. I swore I had a planning but it evaporated into thin air... Exams started yesterday, lovely. Did I mention what I wrote for English essay today? I picked the question that said... "start your story off with ...I stepped out of the house and I was determined never to return again." I wrote that I was this character in the 1800's and I was fixed up for some arranged marriage with some lousy guy who acts like a senile ninety-five year old grouch and eventually I decided to murder him by adding a couple teaspoons of sodium arsenic into his daily morning brew of coffee for four months and then I packed by belongings and *inserts drum roll* free from torture. Whatever, I can hardly remember anything...

PS: I saw a hippo and it crossed my mind as... uh...

Doodling habbit..

Doodling that somebody sucks, snapping a shot and MMS it to them...
Doodling my vainess on a piece of paper while solving some questions about Logarithm...In the process of doodling...
Done doodling... and done snapping shots and done posting.

Exams are next week...Thursday, I won't be blogging much. Got lots to blog after my exams especially about the Council Installation, the lamest Buddhist, Christian and Muslim joke, black cats reviving the dead and whatever else it may be. Oh and two days ago, I turned on the stove and poof, a lizard fell from the sky and into the fire, caught on fire, ran around the stove and then died with its' feet facing upwards. I snapped a shot...but I can't find the photo in my computer. Too many photos makes it so freaking hard just to find one small shot.

It was a hell of a good time...

I declare it as another 'vainwork' by me that I scrawled while reading about mitosis and meiosis two days ago. I discovered that exam is on the 19th of July 2007 and that is like a short displacement of less than two weeks away! Additional Mathematics is the first paper on the very first day of doomsday and that means no more procrastinating! Intensive brainpower will be needed over these two short weeks to brainstorm on Chemistry, Physics and Additional Mathematics. Procrastination will not be in my Oxford for this two weeks or at least I hope so or rather I wished...

Unbelievable, I have two speeches to prepare and by t-w-o, I mean TWO as in TWO!!! Two speeches are alot and by alot I mean ALOT!!! I am not the speech sort of person frankly speaking but it it was retaliating on stage, that's fine with me but not speech! I do speeches yeah but nevertheless, it's not something I would personally fancy doing unless forced to. Well, a certain cow offered to do my council installation speech, which I have to give during assembly this Wednesday and... this is how my speech turned out to be...

Tonight, I am truly grateful to be officially inducted as the in-coming head prefect of (name of ur prefect gang). For starters, I would like to thank all those present here for their grateful participation. For if not for them, there wouldn’t be a dinner at all. I thank all of those who have played their roles in the organizing of this occasion. One cannot achieve anything by oneself. Thus, this dinner wasn’t a one girl effort but the entire team’s effort.
Furthermore, I would like to thank the out-going head prefect, (insert name), for her guidance and willingness to share her experience and wisdom with me. I will also want to extend my gratitude to all the out-going prefects. Working with you has been one hell of a good time and I hope to be able to work with them again in the not-so-distant future.
Not to forget the newly inducted team, I hope I will be able to garner your trust and co-operation in the year to come. We’re gonna be stuck together for another 365 days or so, so I hope by getting your co-operation, we can make it a more pleasant 365 days or so. I hope that under my tenure as the head prefect that (bla on and on bout your propaganda)
Now, I do not want to ruin the festivities by blabbering any further so I shall leave you all now before you fall asleep thus leaving your faces in hot soup, and to let the food do the talking.

At that moment when I first read the speech written by this cow for me, I could decide to laugh or to strangle this utterly dung-brained cow. Yeah sure, rather amusing speech indeed but first of all, I said it was for ASSEMBLY and if I used that speech for the Prefects' Night, I supposed I would be hurled out of the room or I would be the main ingredient in the soup. So, I ended up using that speech as a frame and I had to civillize it. Next, I will read it to my reflection...