a Teenage Girl-next-door's life-

2009-12-23T04:47:00.000+08:00

http://thepassionatethinker.wordpress.com/

I've changed my blog URL. You're a bit slow in keeping up with the latest news. Go.

Some truth

2009-05-18T02:29:00.003+08:00

that I feel that I should share.

Disclaimer: I am not a medical professional, nor do I pretend to be one, and this post is not intended as medical advice. If you show any symptoms of swine flu, be sure to follow the procedures for your country (in most cases this means calling your GP).

The world (well, most of it) is currently embroiled in swine flu madness. The virus has now been reported in 22 countries (18 May 09 update: 33 countries), is showing an ability to spread amongst humans, and Mexico has "begun a five-day shutdown of... non-essential government services and businesses" in an attempt to control it.

As is to be expected, amongst all the excellent information and advice out there, there is a lot of nonsense and rubbish.
Here are the top three swine flu myths, and the corresponding scientific truths:

Myth: Swine flu is a killer virus, and could kill millions of people (i.e. 1918 Spanish flu)
Reality: Although ~160 people have died in Mexico of swine flu, there have been no deaths in more developed countries (the US death was a Mexican child that had crossed the border). This is mostly due to better healthcare and early treatment. We didn't have anything like Tamiflu (oseltamivir) or Relenza (zanamivir) in 1918, nor did we know as much about transmission methods. It is likely that many people will get sick, but unlikely that many will die, unless they have compromised immune systems (i.e. the elderly, people who are HIV-positive or undergoing intensive cancer treatment).

Myth: You can get the virus from eating pork from infected pigs.
Reality: Err... no, there is no evidence that the flu virus can be passed to humans from pig products as long as the meat is heated to above 70^oC (and pork is usually cooked at around 200^o). This fear about 'infected pork' is why the WHO refuses to call it 'swine flu' any more, they now use the term 'Influenza A(H1N1)', the 'scientific' name for this strain as it were.

Myth: We should all start wearing face masks to avoid getting the flu.
Reality: Not really. Although the UK Department of Health hasordered crateloads of face masks for doctors and other health workers, these are special masks with especially small holes to trap the tiny virus particles. The regular blue face masks that people have been buying are next to useless, especially when they get moist from your breath. Covering your mouth when coughing and sneezing (preferably with a disposable tissue) is a better way of minimizing the spread of the virus. Face masks also give a false sense of security, and may lead to people not practicing proper hygiene.

Hopefully this has helped clear up some of the 'woo' and sensationalism surrounding swine flu, and remember, ask for the science before accepting anything. Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence.

Ew, hiatus again.

2009-04-29T20:16:00.003+08:00

School examinations! Approximately 19 days left.

I have always been ignorant about my lack of effort. Today, Jean gave me a truthful lecture... she told me that I was lazy. It was a pretty hard slap on the face, being told that I didn't want to put in effort.

From this moment onwards, I shan't be fussy about my lack of knowledge.

Thanks, Jean!

Will be writing after examinations are done.

My dream

2009-04-22T05:10:00.009+08:00

I had a weird dream.

I dreamt that my male classmate - Soo Ching Pau - changed for the worse. His scalp seemed pretty bald with patches of hair. I had the impression that he was sick. He was really sick with a disease.

In my dream, I also saw my ex-infatuation (LOLWUT); he was an old, old man; we talked a lot and I saw visions of his youthful self. It was a long part on that dream, yet I couldn't remember much.

Oh and I saw one of my school's students, one of the 'infamous' twins. I saw him using a phone booth, saying, "Yes! Finally, I'm in the first place for the 'Most fit' category." (WUT)

I dreamt that the world was rapidly getting smarter and a huge robot (reminded me of the transformers but it was not as glamorous as it) walked on the city of KL towards the twin towers. I saw two missile launchers coming out of its shoulders and it opened fire

I watched in horror as KLCC was on fire. A few of my classmates and I were outside, about 1km away from the twin towers. We couldn't speak when we saw the robot; we were stunned. It was only when KLCC started burning that we ran for our lives. I had mixed feelings when I saw the robot. I kept thinking that it was sad that some humans use their intelligence to do bad.

When the robot was taking out the missile launchers, I thought (in my dream), "I think it's the US government who made thie robot; My prime minister must have provoked the US christians, somehow."

Among the people who were near me during the witness of the 1500ft tall robot killing innocent people on the streets, I saw Wen Mei and Yee Lin. It was most probably because I saw them the who morning, therefore they were included in my dream!

As I'm writing this blog post, it is exactly 5.16. I have only gotten 3 hours of sleep.

Let me continue sleeping now.

2009-04-19T00:43:00.003+08:00

I'm petrified, disgusted and dissapointed at the lewdness of today's western culture.

This is Lizzie McGuire. Her character is played by the beautiful Hilary Duff.

I'm surprised at her sudden whirlwind of transition and transformation.

Is it just me, or does the finger sucking look like a scene from a porn flick? Sure, they want to make a music video with erotica in it. What I want to know is, how come she doesn't care about her image? I'm sure she went, "Oh, all the other kids are doing it, I don't think I'd get any more discriminated."

Let's analyze Jesse McCartney's multimillion viewed video, 'Leavin'.

All I see in the music video is a couple of young kids fondling, fooling around and grinding on each other. I'm no religious prim proper peach, but I am of the opinion that the directors of this music video are thickheaded men who can't think of better ideas for a music video.

Oh, indirectly 'selling sex' and promoting immoral acts of promiscuity sure 'sells', but can't the directors use their brains and imagination? They're just adding fuel to the fire; they don't know how it's like to watch a next generation of kids become even more corrupted and shallow, even more when they can't think for themselves.

Examples of kick ass music videos:

Super treadmill guys!

Touching music video; Beautiful costumes and story to match with the voice.

If they can't make a good music video, why bother making one at all? Assholes.

2009-04-18T15:25:00.006+08:00

I haven't gotten full approval from Vanessa to rips these pictures from her blog yet, but I hope it's not a big deal since I'm indirectly giving credit.

My school has 5 teams, each with respective team colours, coaches, participants and squads. Yellow team's 'star' athletes brought back a winning trophy for being awarded the 'best overall athlete'.

Yellow team's marching squad, however, did none too well.

I think the green marching squad's stylist needs to wear glasses.

My senior joked: "What a sad attempt to follow the tradition of my red team's marching squad! Oh, get your own set of headwear." (Still, our caps owned ass more than ya)

Meh, My red team's formation looked better than yours; Sorry for your failed attempt at winning, blue... people (Wait, that makes me a red person, then.)

The 'perfect' prefects. Not so perfect during their little march, though.

The boys who save fire. '救火'.

Some girls say that they're on fire. IMHO, don't really think so .

KRS (Kadet Remaja Sekolah; to check out what club it is, see: http://chchskrs.blogspot.com/ )

They look like cocks.

I MEAN IT! LOOK THAT THEIR LITTLE RED TUFF THINGYS ON THEIR HATS.

...and here, we have the people who dress in white that are supposed to save people.

Wait a minute, if all of them get sick, who's gonna save them?

/stupid

It didn't feel right when I got appointed to be the commander's assistant; I believe that I was the best among the whole team last year, everyone assumed that I was taking the spot of next year's (2009, this year) commandership. It was all not so much of a surprise when I found out who was the one in charge of selecting the next commander. The pick was discovered to be a case of displaying favoritism, I couldn't complain; but I did digress.

They say that next year I'll be the commander. Sheesh, I'm not listening to any of their assumptions anymore. I'll just accept whatever that comes.

These are the red people! We owned the other teams again this year; I'm so proud of my teammates! Winning two years in a row never felt so good. I feel like winning three times in a row. Yup, you betcha I'm gonna. Oh yeah, in the red team photograph, I'm the one that has a red circle around my head.

It was definitely a beautiful morning.

Then it became a bloody hot afternoon.

It sure didn't take a master sleuth to catch these bumbling crooks

2009-04-16T00:01:00.002+08:00

Yay, more RD copy pasta!

Stupid criminals:

Who knew that shoplifting could be a perfect Kodak moment? A thief and his sidekick seemed pretty savvy when they entered a Long Island Wal-Mart and swept the shelves of $2,000 worth of digital cameras. A store worker found only an abandoned shopping cart filled with empty camera boxes.

Meanwhile, the store's surveillance tape looked like it was going to be useless: The video showed the suspects, a man and a woman, but the images were far too grainy to identify them.

Then security officials noticed that, at one point, the tape showed the woman picked up a demonstration camera that was chained to a counter, and pointed it at her partner. No, she couldn't have ... Yes, she did.

The store's manager called over to the Wal-Mart photo center and asked about the camera. The guy operating the photo center, Brian Mikucki, said they were in luck: The camera had batteries and a disc. What's more, it was hooked up to a printer. All they had to do was press the print button to see exactly what the picture on the disc looked like.

Out popped a clear color image of a balding man with a mustache, looking straight at the camera. The police couldn't ask for a better mug shot.

Shortly after the robbery, Suffolk Police Detective Sgt. Paul Dodorico said he thought the couple "will be kind of surprised. I'm sure they thought there was nothing in the camera."

No sooner did police go public with the photograph than calls poured in to a tip line, identifying the man as 36-year-old James Stissi. Less than three weeks later, detectives arrested Stissi at his home and charged him with grand larceny.

And Your Previous Jobs?
It may be tough for Alejendro Martinez to clear himself of charges that he robbed a Las Vegas pizza parlor after allegedly leaving behind a crucial piece of evidence.

According to prosecutors, the 23-year-old Martinez entered the parlor, ordered a pie and requested a job application. "The cashier immediately gave him an application and a pen, so he started filling it out," said Clark County prosecutor Frank Coumou. "Then, when he thought the moment was right, he lifted his shirt, exposed the butt of a firearm, and told her to give him all of the money."

After stuffing over $200 in his pocket, Martinez hustled out to a waiting car, authorities say. But a witness followed the gunman and jotted down the license plate. An easy trace of that number led police to Martinez, whom they found sitting at home.

None of that has made it easy for the public defender who has taken on the case. But the evidence left behind could make his job nearly impossible. When police returned to the pizza parlor after the arrest, they found Martinez's job application still on the counter. He had dutifully written down on it his real name and address. "I'd chalk it up to either inexperience or plain stupidity," said prosecutor Coumou. Martinez has pleaded not guilty and his case is now pending in district court.

Copy This and No One Gets Hurt
Nothing looked too suspicious about Paul Callahan except maybe the gardening gloves he was wearing -- as he slipped into a building on Boston's Commonwealth Avenue. The 32-year-old Callahan was on a mission to rob a bank, and he'd found his target. Striding past a row of Fleet Bank ATMs, he went through a glass door and walked up to a clerk standing behind a counter. Without saying a word, Callahan handed him a newspaper. Tucked inside was a note demanding cash.

The clerk read the note, looked puzzled, and conferred briefly with another clerk. Then he turned back to Callahan: "Do you know you are in a copy store, and all we can give you is copies?"

Oops. It turned out that Callahan had opened a door marked "Image X-Press."

Undeterred, he said he was looking for a Fleet Bank and asked if one was close by. The copy store employees said they weren't sure and, once Callahan left, immediately called police.

Shortly after, a Fleet Bank in another part of town was held up by a man with, you guessed it, a note concealed inside a newspaper.

It took until the next day, but Boston police nabbed Callahan at a gas station. That morning he had hit another bank, taking some $2,500, but things still weren't going right. The hapless robber was in the station because his getaway truck had a flat tire. And how did this attract the attention of police? Callahan had called 911 for help.

Got Change for a W?
Even the police had to smile at this one. It was a case of passing counterfeit money that brought cops in Roanoke Rapids, North Carolina, to a local supermarket. There they got a look at the bogus bill. Was it a bad likeness of Jefferson on the $20, or maybe of Grant on the $50? Nope. It was a fairly sharp Presidential likeness, actually -- of George W. Bush on a $200 bill. On the back of the note, police found an image of the White House, with its South Lawn cluttered with signs reading "We like broccoli" and "USA deserves a tax cut."

Pretty goofy to think you could get away with that as payment for groceries, right? Well, this is a case of dumb and dumber. The supermarket cashier actually accepted the phony bill, and gave the customer his groceries along with $50 in change. Apprehended 12 days later, the man with the funny money was ordered to pay back the store -- in real bills, thank you -- and then released.

As cold as the snow Pt. 2

2009-04-14T22:50:00.004+08:00

Continuing my random story I wrote last year...

Cynthia looked behind, but didn't see anyone there. I couldn't believe the horror that we were in the house..

..with a madman on the loose.

The lacy velvet curtains swayed from side to side, making a terrified me nauseous. God knows how the murderer managed to poke a pencil into the victims nose- you can see it coming out through the left ear.

The words "Bloody hell" was repeating in my noggin, with my naked legs shaking from the cold air, and it seemed like another blow of the wind could shred my kneecaps apart.

I wanted to run through the front door in front of me, but that would be suicide.

To perish in the fire or be damned by some inhumane freak, holding a knife at the nip of your bleeding throat, tormenting your last minutes - or should I say hours, on Earth?

"Cassandra Roth and Andrew Needham sitting on a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

My mind lost focus from my book. Oh, how I yearned for peace! Bundled up in my wooly overcoat, I trudged through the glorious, thick white snow towards the snobbish kids. Desiring to speak with them, I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. Lorries trundled past. A police siren whooped.

"What's your problem? Do you need more wool shoved into your ear so you can clog up that fat pig slop you call your brain?"

I made a promise to mother once, never, ever to use martial arts on a student. 'Only for self defense' she said. I senselessly figured that Nikki was an exception. Within seconds, the chubby parvenu was lying on her stomach, right on the cold ice. I couldn't believe that I took her down. This victory I longed to feel, all the hate I had for Nikki finally broke down its resistance barriers. The audience roared with laughter and a sense of pride made my cheeks flustered with joy. The moment was mine.

Nikki's clique was startled, they didn't know whether to help Nikki up or skedaddle.

I stood over the young tub of lard, eyes gleaming with euphoria. My hands were still curled into fists from the unfamiliar pump of adrenaline - a cool satisfaction that I never knew I was sanctioned to have. I kicked her leg hard. Nikki wasn't giving any motions of consciousness, not even a sign of defeat. I grew concerned and even more frightened as each second went by.

Role models

2009-04-14T01:22:00.005+08:00

I'm growing concerned about the 'role models' in today's society. It seems that lewdness and shallowness are being exalted, while intellectualism is looked down upon. Young women are being marketed to by corrupt, moral-less corporations. Why can't some females think for themselves? Gone were the days that most girls looked up to real role models that overcame many obstacles in life to help and lead people.

Female role models... hmm.

I smiled when reading this! (I filled in the first role model myself):

10. Lisa Simpson

She's a banana-yellow cartoon with spikes for hair, and she's still one of the most real, compassionate characters on television today or, probably, ever. Lisa's a Buddhist, a goody-two-shoes, a vegetarian, a liberal, a smart-aleck and an environmentalist. I think she reminds a lot of girls of the youthful idealism they harbored before MTV and sex and Cosmo started fighting for their attention. What would Lisa do? The right thing.

9. Romy and Michele

Lest anyone accuse me of only picking out traditionally intelligent women for this list--what with the patriarchy being in charge of our educational system and values and all--I'm happy to nominate fashion-conscious, business-minded Romy and Michele as role models. They're (perhaps overly) confident, shamelessly silly and thoroughly dedicated to each other. Would that everyone could have girlfriends like these two.

8. Kate Winslet

"And after you've had kids and you've been in that delivery ward, frankly, goodbye vanity, goodbye self-consciousness!"

Praise be!

7. Susan Sontag

Nucking futs? Maybe. But Susan Sontag's status as a controversial feminist figure, writer, photographer, activist and academic (among a slew of other -ists and -ers we could give her) make her impossible to pigeonhole. She was the kind of person who was the best kind of enigmatic sum of her own parts. Get a copy of her On Photography essay collection and see how it strikes you.

6. Rachel Maddow

The cable news landscape was way, way overdue in finding this funny, snarky feminist to stand out among the blowhards. Not only does Maddow have one of the best heads of hair on television, she's refreshingly smart and incisive for someone talking above a news ticker and for anyone in general. Should I mention she's also gay? That's right, straight folks--it's not just Ellen any more. Now we can all name two lesbian TV stars. O, progress!

5. Hermione Granger

There are a lot of fantastic ways to describe the Harry Potter heroine--smart, resourceful, honest, courageous--but I keep coming back to the idea that J.K. Rowling never characterizes Hermione as being particularly thin or slim or pretty. (All attributes that Twilight's Stephenie Meyer wasted no time in giving to her Bella.) In fact, Hermione gets made fun of for being buck-toothed and bushy-headed. Have we here a case of a true heroine who isn't necessarily the most beautiful (and smart and funny and everything else) character in a work of fiction? Shocking.

4. Sarah Vowell

I'm still working past my extreme jealousy about Sarah's last name--oh, how I want to have a grammatical reference in my name!--but that doesn't make me love her any less. Vowell's occasionally painful honesty, quirky wit and signature voice have afforded her one of the most envy-worthy careers in media today. She acts, she writes, she reports, and all on her own terms. Would that we could all be one of her wordy shipmates.

3. Hillary Clinton

She's been called controversial and inaccessible. Her pantsuits occasionally garner more attention than her speeches. And yet she's my pick for one of the most admirable women on the public stage today. Her record on reproductive health is more than admirable, and I probably don't have to remind you about that little presidential race she ran a while back. Strength in the face of adversity? Yes, Ms. Secretary of State, you have it.

2. Virginia Woolf

Who hasn't picked up A Room of One's Own for the first time and found themselves unable to put it down? Woolf's legacy as one of the finest and best respected writers of all time will be carried on by her groundbreaking, gender-bending works. Working through what was most likely bipolar disorder and immense personal hardship, she still managed to found the Hogarth Press and the Bloomsbury Group.

1. My mom

She raised me damn well.

Source: http://www.heartlessdoll.com/2008/12/top_10_female_role_models_that_wont_make_you_roll.php?page=2

Gotta love em'!

<3

2009-04-13T16:36:00.003+08:00

I love you for who you are right now,

And I'll love you for who you'll become,

I'm looking forward to our life together,

As lovers and as best friends,

I can only wish for sunshine and laughter,

For the two of us,

But I know that there will be more cloudy days,

That will pass by us in our life as one,

And I know that I don't have much right now,

But I'll give you my heart and show you love,

Yet the only thing I ask is this,

That you cherish every moment we spend together,

Whether it be with us getting along or fighting,

And that you love me in your own special way,

As I try hard to chase away your fears,

Fill your life with smiles,

And make sure to take time off my day,

To tell you just how much I care,

So I hope to spend a lifetime together,

And I love you now and I'll love you more tomorrow,

But most of all I promise,

I will love you always and forever.

What is revolting and coated with sugar?

2009-04-12T21:49:00.001+08:00

What is revolting and coated with suga- I mean, bacteria? Unequivocally, undoubtably, the scum of all that is furry and has a tail that resembles the thing you ate last night, rats. My uncle set up rat traps that were mostly successful overnight. My uncle killed 4 loathsome rats this week - with my gleeful approval - until I watched the rat perish painfully in the fire, as I witnessed the disintegration of the creature. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, at the most least, the rat doesn't have to suffer of constant extreme fatigue and hunger in this world..

Aren't squirrels so lovable and adorable? Well, your pictured, well loved forest furry got caught in a sticky situation, right on my uncle's rat trap. We found him flopping around like a fish out of water on the super glue coated board. Yes, a fish! His bushy helped with most of the immitation. We searched for some substance to aid in setting the small squirrel free.

Poor furries.. and I said that with no sympathy at all, because tears and overwhelming sadness is unnecessary.. it won't bring the rats back to life, d-oh!

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Quoting a few phrases from the song, 'Stupid Girl' by Pink.

What happened to the dream of a girl president?

She dancin' in the video next to 50 cent,

They travell'in packs of 2 to 3.

With their itsy bitsy doggies and their teeny weeny tees

Where, oh where, have the smart people gone?

Oh where, oh where, could they be?

Disasters all around,

A world of despair,

Their only concern...

WILL IT FUCK UP MY HAIR?

A curious case

2009-04-07T06:24:00.001+08:00

In most movies that we watch, there are two alternative endings - 'The happy ever after' and 'The sorrowful ending'. But in The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, it's neither. It wasn't a sad ending, nor was there a gleeful one. But I didn't entirely find the ending applauding worthy, I expected something much more epic.

The Curious case of Benjamin Button is a long rambling about time and what we make of it. An exceptionally well made movie with strong performances, highly professional cinematography, sound direction, masterful piece of crasftmanship, make up and beautiful costume design.

The art of the dish is one, and the ingredients of the flick were pretty good too. This sensational film is has a melancholic touch to it, especially for its romance. Although the theme about time has been derived, over and over again, I was still heartwarmed by the fantasy poised film (I'm weak! haha).

Truth to be told, it would be boring if you took away the word 'curious' from the title and aswell his special case...

Ahh, and no, I'm not going to ramble about how much time is important to you. Please, go figure it out by yourself.

Oh yeah, my life has been pretty darn hectic recently, having so much to do. I have been dwindling around the amount of daily sleep last week, therefore I'm struggling to have a decent 6-houred rest each day.

Banana

2009-03-31T23:10:00.005+08:00

Today there was a fire drill among the lower secondary students. When we all got to the field, it wasn't pleasant. Light rays... they were streaming perpetually from the sun and hot, hot very hot air was admist the atmosphere. If you stared right in the middle of the huge planet of fire, you'd feel like your eyes were being pulled out of their sockets and given poured a bucket of terrific hot water in its place. Plus, I wanted to get back to class and complete some unfinished business. Things seemed to become better when a banana - that came out of nowhere - flew into the air and landed next to a surprised me who was sitting

Slightly shocked yet amused, I rose to my feet and realized that Jean was beside me. Jean calmly picked up the banana and said, "Hey, look at this!"

"It's a banana!" I said to her, and I spoke with a bucketful of sarcasm. I looked around and spotted close to a dozen, green, curved objects scattered everywhere on the field. Bananas! It seemed to have been raining unripe bananas. Throughout the first few minutes of the poor, immature green banana's life, Jean and I showered it attention, cracking weird jokes about the banana. I insisted on not shutting up and repeatedly sang the banana phone song.

Jean joked about how similar it is to a guy's manhood.

I acted disgusted and said, "Young lady, how can you talk of such rubbish- an insult to the penis?? It's disgusting and utterly degrading! How can a penis be green and curved? I have heard of no such nonsense!"

I pretended to sulk and continued singing the banana phone song.

All was well until the banana's life was placed in Jean's hands - fragile and helpless - until it got broken into half. To jean, it's death was a joke - it went through a reenactment of a penis being abused and, well, divided into half with a swift and steady muscle movement. Jean's laughter of pure evil were continued.

After hours of lying on my back, doing very, very critical thinking, I have decided forgive my good friend, Jean for having broken the banana, but the faith in it shall not break. I know she means no harm. I'm sure it will make a fine meal to passing birds, offering strength to the living gliders. If all else fails and it doesn't get eaten, it can always be crushed into the ground by a car tyre or a kid's shoe and it shall become part of the earth.

A part of the earth. Oh, how beautiful!

/end drama llama.exe

This is me

2009-03-30T00:35:00.005+08:00

When I was in Primary school, I have never had those kind of friends that you would forever want to share your time with, and would never want to lose. It could be because of my personality that I don't completely need my friends. What I mean by this is, whenever I am switched to another class, I don't miss my past friends. The yearning for them is not there- they were merely those who loved my company, those who thought I was awesome, those who liked my lame jokes, those who kept my saliva glands active, just my personal source of social entertainment.

I sound like a bitch, don't I? But all of these traits I have are something I didn't ask for. I didn't ask for a personality that takes her friends for granted. Or maybe I just never found the best friends in life that I would not like to lose.

Most of you know that I have a tendency to unconsciously keep my emotions in check, so you will rarely find me crying and upset. Sometimes I wonder to myself, do I have psychological problems? But I shun that possibility, because different people have different ways of dealing with guilt and sadness; Maybe I am those who manage to make their worries disappear easily (which is what I do very often).

I rarely follow my heart to choose a path. My head is what keeps my dignity high up and serves as the safety net (rational thinking is awesome, it saves me from stupidity). Ironically, the times that I follow my heart are the times I regret after. Recently, I have doubted someone I really loved. Now that was stupid. I felt uncontrollably scared, blackened with fear and completely lost my train of thought (which made me jump to terrible, stupid, conclusions.) Those are the times when I really wish I could go numb without emotion, just like how I felt when my dad left the family- Nothing.

But Jean and Lynn are awesome. Although I may not miss them if I stop keeping in contact with them altogether someday, but I'm definitely sure that they are the far out best friends I have ever had in my life, I would really not like to lose them.

They say time heals all wounds

2009-03-29T01:59:00.009+08:00

Personally, I dislike holding grudges. My optimistic and bubbly personality cannot have burdens for if I do, I would feel heavily troubled, as if I had 5 knives stabbed in between my shoulder blades behind me. My journey in life is like walking up a hill - I don't want to carry excessive baggage with me. In addition to that, I see no reason to make enemies. Hatred and backstabbing goes beyond my principles.

The truth is, I haven't been betrayed before. I don't even know whether there are people out there who are talking behind my back. Of course I have been hurled small insults by immature kids from time to time, but those negative remarks were always the pinpoint of realizing that this is reality, a once in a while negative comment that helps me improve.

Whenever somebody lies, I'm the one, watching by the sidelines. Somebody betrays somebody else's trust - I'm the one who is watching, giving advice, being a good friend and a decent counsellor.

I live in my little world of honesty, love, kindness and happiness. The internet is the only experience I have of acknowledging how much more hate there is outside my bubble.

I will be forever grateful to the people around me for creating a wonderful environment that I am living in, but no matter how easy things may seem to get, I shall always be protected with a thin layer of doubt, constantly reminding myself that not all things are what they seem to be, not everyone in my world is good.

Kissing up to the teacher's ass

2009-03-28T02:36:00.001+08:00

Today there was civic class- the supposedly boring class out of all the other 12 subjects. But I try to make things seem as interesting as possible to freeze boredom.

Our civic teacher is Mr. Tan. Everyone in school calls him 'Gam Yu Lou' which means, pervert. They say he looks like a pervert. Well I dunno, maybe! xD. He likes to make us stand in front of the class and brag about our talents and positive attitudes. Once, he made us tell the whole class about our own talents. It was my turn, I knew what I was good at yet I didn't know how to say 'philosophy' in malay so I said 'Saya berbakat dalam memahami perkara yang susah dan memikirkan benda yang tidak maksud akal' when translated into English, I meant, "I have a talent for interpreting tough stuff and thinking of things that make no sense to others". I meant to say philosophy but ahh heck.

Jean said that she was good at TALKING about things that make no sense. Teacher asked about the benefits that she could get from that. She told him that it is for self entertainment. XD

I did an extra chapter of civic homework. Most people didn't do it because they'd rather wait for the teacher. Teacher took my book to refer to the page that we all haven't completed and he found out that I did an extra chapter. HAHA.

Then later he attempted to a student's deduct behaviour points (which are 20% of our exam results -civic) for not bringing their book. He asked my friend, "How would you feel if you only had gotten 10% out of 20% (full marks)? She told him that she wouldn't be satisfied and she sort of 'bhb' about how she always gets 18 and above. I facepalmed at her swelling ego. Come on lah, her ego was swelling in front of her teacher some more sia. She should really have been more humble.

Teacher turned to me and asked me the same question. I told him that if I knew that I deserved the low marks for behaviour, I'd accept it and move on, improving myself the next time. I hold true to my own principles.

I think that the teacher was impressed with how I behaved today and roughly gave me 17 out of 20 while other people were unhappy with getting 9-15. Lmao. Awesome timing to make the teacher like me.

Terrifying

2009-03-27T00:25:00.007+08:00

I just found out that a couple of my classmates have recently been robbed of their money.

Story #1

He was walking home when 4 teenage malays crossed his path, forcing him to stop in his tracks. According to him, one of them was holding a knife at waists' length, demanding him to hand over his wallet. He told the punk that he only had RM1, the punk demanded for more and he confessed that he had an extra buck. Without any second thoughts, my classmate immediately shoved his hand in his pocket and threw his wallet towards the punk. While the punk was keeping the money, my friend followed his instincts and ran. One of the punks were not satisfied and mad therefore ran after him. It was close to his apartment of the first floor. Seeing his mother on ground floor, he screamed for help and the father that was on the first floor. His father threw a stick at the boy and the boy ran off.

Story #2

This incident happened at the school toilet, after school. The chinese punks that were constant smokers demanded the boy for money. He gave them RM12. It was rumoured that the punks were the 'leftovers' that the school had already suspended and kicked out of school. Thank goodness my classmate got off the hook alive.

P.S. Both of them were unarmed male students

P.S.S. If you want to know, they are from my 2S class. Story #1 is Soo Jing Bao's and Ang Eng Kee's story is the second one. No disrespect- they were indeed brave and very unlucky.

I'm beginning to worry about my safety too, because it's not exactly very safe out there. I think I need to hold a metal bar and hold a pepper spray in the other hand when walking home.

Ouch Ouch

2009-03-25T23:18:00.006+08:00

I fell down and bruised the surface of my knee today!

It still hurts but I've thick skin, I'll be fine. HAHA. I blew a kiss to a skeleton today and Jean said, "That was supposed to be meant for Davin, right?" I said, "What?! Are you going to tell him that I'm cheating on him with a model skeleton in the science laboratory?"

Jean, "Yeah." *sadistic, evil snicker*

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I love this song!

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Geography and BM teachers were absent. AWESOME!

My moral class

2009-03-24T23:46:00.009+08:00

Lynn: "Hey, we're already 5 minutes behind class! Everyone's already inside!"

Nat: "Naw, nevermind, we'll take our sweet time to wait for Jean."

Jean hurries up to us and I decided to be the O brave one to go in first.

Nat: "Hey teacher, sorry we were late, my book fell down 2 floors!"

Jean & Lynn did the lolwtf face.

We spotted an area at the back of the unlit classroom. Squeezing our way into the small space, Jean repeatedly said, "What the hell is this shit?" when she looked up to see the teacher playing a movie from the PC, using a projector. Brilliant lights of various colors shone onto the white sheet that was hung onto the wall. Now, if you were to pause this scene and drape a cloth over the projector, you'd call my entire class mad.

The 'awesome' show didn't last long. It appeared to be some Petronas sponsored clip, which we all hasty concluded that it was some Advertisment when we saw the Petronas logo.

So my moral teacher did her thing, asking the complete nutsack obvious, such as,

"Why should we love the environment?"

"Why are flora and fauna important to us?"

I really wanted to ask her, "What are the trees for? GOD THEY'RE SO GREEN."

Then somehow, her topic of 'caring' reverted to how we should help stop the extinction of animals. Since she was a new teacher and was going to halt replacing my actual moral tecaher, I finally decided to try and ask her a few questions, to test her thinking ability.

I raised my hand. "Teacher, we care about animals yet why do we eat them?" I asked with no hesitation.

She chuckled and replied, "Because we breed animals in large quantities, (blah blah)"

I hope my class wasn't convinced that I was actually stupid by these odd questions because a few of the guys started to say, "Then don't eat meat!"

I was unsatisfied with her answer and threw in the pain factor.

"But animals have feelings too, why are we hurting them?"

Oh shit, I forgot what the teacher told me after that. But what I was sure of is, that this teacher doesn't stop to think about her lessons. She should have given me a more experienced answer. So anyway, I stopped asking questions. Boohoo, I'm a weak shit. Jean was cursing a few girls in the front row, for she hated them + they were obnoxious bitches + she loathes their stupidity. They told Jean, "Then don't eat the extinct animals, then!" (lolwtf don't eat the extinct animals)

Teacher totally contradicted herself. She said, animals will become extinct because we hunted them for food. Then Jean said, 'If animals are extinct because we eat them, then don't eat loh!' Then the teacher 'defended' herself by talking about specially bred animals.

Anonymous: "We have a lame bitch for a replacement teacher"

Jean: "*sigh*..../facepalm"

I mean, hey, animals are extinct because we thought that they were in large quantities, 300 years ago. I believe that 500-700 years later, even chickens will become extinct. Well, I bet this sorry world will be wiped clean of life before that happens anyway. In some way, my teacher contradicted herself.

So this was my oh so lame moral class.

Beautiful memories

2009-03-24T00:55:00.006+08:00

What a terrific world we live in. Sometimes, simplicity has to be the base of our automated acceptance, not complexity. Complexity comes last, for a human being's feelings are precious and fragile. My dear friend, you think too much.

I do not see any hurdles. I do not see anything that is restricting us from being friends again. During the past recent days, sadness has overwhelmed me as misery wanders to and fro, taking along my attention and appetite. I do not need your sympathy, as it would be useless.

I have been reviewing your journal for a dozen of times already. I feel that you have been pushing me further away. I do not like this, I feel a wave of sorrow because I am lost in the words you have said to me. I am still waiting for a reply.

From now, you shall be the acquaintance that I once called my friend, the dear one I cared about, the marvellous gem.

The place I see myself in 20 years

2009-03-22T21:55:00.004+08:00

There are many places I would prefer not to see myself in 20 years. I would not like to die before that, find myself in a pit of doom or be suffering from 5 years of work trauma. Question is, where would I like to be?

After long deliberation on what my life will entail over the next couple of decades, I have uncovered the best possible answer for me.

I'd like to be on my own ground. I don't want to hide under my mom's wings for shelter, I don't want to rely on her money too. I'd be married, or close to getting married at that point; Happy I shall be, with stable health.

How about you?

How are you, Nathalie?

2009-03-18T21:54:00.008+08:00

I: How is life going for you, Nathalie?

Me: *hangs head down low* Boring. I seem to have no enthusiasm to do my homework this week!!!

I: Hm, what do you think could be the cause of that?

Me: I blame it on the environment; When there's no head and no tail, where am I supposed to start? Oh.. that reminds me. I have to vacuum my room tomorrow.

I: Right, right. Why aren't you blogging, recently?

Me: I...... can't find a decent topic that makes me think. Hey, you sound so sleepy or something.

I: I? Sound dead today? I forgot to go for a jog... D-oh! :(

Me: Uh... whatever. So, how's it going with you and Davin?

I: HAHA, I knew you'd ask me that. Meh, I really don't like to talk about it, but I assure you that we're fine.

Me: What a nice weather. Hey, I want to ask you something personal. Why do you like Davin anyway?

I: Must I tell you? Pssh, he's like, duh, the guy of my dreams, not perfect but I can accept his flaws, it's no big deal. <3 Sucky internet is sucky on my sucky PC (wireless) and Holy FSM, my sister is tomatoey stubborn. Sometimes I feel unproductive when I keep using the internet, though.

Me: Right. How are you feeling lately?

I: I feel... like it's nighttime already! *looks around* Oh. Yeah. It is.

Me: Of meatballs and holy spaghetti, you're such a boring person. Ta-ta!

I: ....

These are a few questions that I have been frequently posed, lately.

P.S. Tomatoey = Bloody
FSM = Flying Spaghetti Monster

HAHAHA I AM SO LAME

My friends

2009-03-14T05:45:00.005+08:00

Are irreplaceable.

No, seriously; Never in a million years, that I could possibly find someone as smart, nice and interesting as Jeannie! Okay, she prefers to be referred to as Jean, so mmf. *shrugs*

Jean is intelligent, has fair skin, has nice eyes, can make people listen to her bullshitting (unaware that she actually is bullshitting), is friendly, an awesome artist and an appreciated pal.

Jean has been drawing semi-nude figures lately. *widens eyes*

Hm, Lynn. Kwan Lynn, my dear, sweet, innocent friend! Lynn has a knack for mathematics, tall and fair skinned, honest, religious and nice. She has this nice guy who she is really really close friends with, but I'm not buying that 'Oh, we're just friends' line. x)

I'm not anti-social but I like keeping my "close friends" group really small. ...I'm in a class full of God damn elite students; If only I put in the effort to study for a few hours a day, I might become one of them. But I want a life, so, I rather put in an hour a day. (Better than nothing)

How is my life? Greeaaaaaaaaaat. (Must I inject a dose of sarcasm ending nerves into your forehead?)

School is out for the whole of the next week. I wonder how I should spend it? If I'm gonna study, I might strengthen my grasp of my English grammar, Malay essay and Linear Equations. I was absent on the day my teacher taught us about Linear Equations and I'm struggling (just a bit) with the concept- sort of, anyway. I need to do more exercises, I have 3-4 undone exercise books, and I think they're calling for Nathalie!

I'm sorry if you were looking for a blog post that drips with intelligence but this is not it. It's a beautiful morning on Saturday and I just feel like blogging about my mundane life. :)

Throughout typing this blog post, I just noticed that I'm listening to Davin's singing over and over again; HAHA.

41 Secrets Your Doctor Would Never Share

2009-03-13T07:40:00.005+08:00

If You Only Knew ...

Reader's Digest offered two dozen doctors a chance to tell it like it really is, and general practitioners, surgeons, shrinks, pediatricians, and other specialists took the challenge. Some wanted to be anonymous; some didn't care. But all of them revealed funny, frightening, and downright shocking things that can help you be a better, smarter patient.

We're Impatient

• I am utterly tired of being your mother. Every time I see you, I have to say the obligatory "You need to lose some weight." But you swear you "don't eat anything" or "the weight just doesn't come off," and the subject is dropped. Then you come in here complaining about your knees hurting, your back is killing you, your feet ache, and you can't breathe when you walk up half a flight of stairs. So I'm supposed to hold your hand and talk you into backing away from that box of Twinkies. Boy, do I get tired of repeating the stuff most patients just don't listen to.

--Cardiologist, Brooklyn, New York

"Hospitals want physicians to send patients home faster, so some doctors are given bonuses for getting their patients out of the hospital quickly."

• I was told in school to put a patient in a gown when he isn't listening or cooperating. It casts him in a position of subservience.

--Chiropractor, Atlanta

• Thank you for bringing in a sample of your (stool, urine, etc.) from home. I'll put it in my personal collection of things that really gross me out.

--Douglas Farrago, MD, editor, Placebo Journal

• One of the things that bug me is people who leave their cell phones on. I'm running on a very tight schedule, and I want to spend as much time with patients as I possibly can. Use that time to get the information and the process you need. Please don't answer the cell.

--James Dillard, MD, pain specialist, New York City

• I wish patients would take more responsibility for their own health and stop relying on me to bail them out of their own problems.

--ER physician, Colorado Springs, Colorado

• So let me get this straight: You want a referral to three specialists, an MRI, the medication you saw on TV, and an extra hour for this visit. Gotcha. Do you want fries with that?

--Douglas Farrago, MD

• I used to have my secretary page me after I had spent five minutes in the room with a difficult or overly chatty patient. Then I'd run out, saying, "Oh, I have an emergency."

--Oncologist, Santa Cruz, California

• Many patients assume that female physicians are nurses or therapists. I can't tell you how often I've introduced myself as Dr. M. and then been called a nurse, therapist, or aide and asked to fetch coffee or perform other similar tasks. I have great respect for our nurses and other ancillary personnel and the work they do, but this doesn't seem to happen to my male colleagues.

--Physical medicine and rehabilitation doctor, Royal Oak, Michigan

• The most unsettling thing for a physician is when the patient doesn't trust you or believe you.

--Obstetrician-gynecologist, New York City

• It really bugs me when people come to the ER for fairly trivial things that could be dealt with at home.

--ER physician, Colorado Springs, Colorado

• Your doctor generally knows more than a website. I have patients with whom I spend enormous amounts of time, explaining things and coming up with a treatment strategy. Then I get e-mails a few days later, saying they were looking at this website that says something completely different and wacky, and they want to do that. To which I want to say (but I don't), "So why don't you get the website to take over your care?"

--James Dillard, MD

• I know that Reader's Digest recommends bringing in a complete list of all your symptoms, but every time you do, it only reinforces my desire to quit this profession.

--Douglas Farrago, MD

Pills, Pills, Pills

• Sometimes it's easier for a doctor to write a prescription for a medicine than to explain why the patient doesn't need it.

--Cardiologist, Bangor, Maine

• Those so-called free medication samples of the newest and most expensive drugs may not be the best or safest.

--Internist, Philadelphia

• Taking psychiatric drugs affects your insurability. If you take Prozac, it may be harder and more expensive for you to get life insurance, health insurance, or long-term-care insurance.

--Daniel Amen, MD, psychiatrist, Newport Beach, California

• Ninety-four percent of doctors take gifts from drug companies, even though research has shown that these gifts bias our clinical decision making.

--Internist, Rochester, Minnesota

Bills, Bills, Bills

• Doctors respond to market forces. If the reimbursement system is fee-for-service, that results in more services. If you build a new CT scan, someone will use it, even though having a procedure you don't need is never a good thing.

--Family physician, Washington, D.C.

• I really do know why you're bringing your husband and three kids, all of whom are also sick, with you today. No, they are not getting free care.

--Douglas Farrago, MD

• Doctors get paid each time they visit their patients in the hospital, so if you're there for seven days rather than five, they can bill for seven visits. The hospital often gets paid only for the diagnosis code, whether you're in there for two days or ten.

--Evan S. Levine, MD

• Twenty years ago, when I started my practice, my ear, nose, and throat procedures financially supported my facial plastic surgery practice. Today, my cosmetic practice is the only thing that allows me to continue to do ear, nose, and throat procedures, which barely cover my overhead.

--Ear, nose, throat, and facial plastic surgeon, Dallas/Fort Worth

Free Advice

• Avoid Friday afternoon surgery. The day after surgery is when most problems happen. If the next day is Saturday, you're flying by yourself without a safety net, because the units are understaffed and ERs are overwhelmed because doctors' offices are closed.

--Heart surgeon, New York City

• In many hospitals, the length of the white coat is related to the length of training. Medical students wear the shortest coats.

--Pediatrician, Baltimore

• Often the biggest names, the department chairmen, are not the best clinicians, because they spend most of their time being administrators. They no longer primarily focus on taking care of patients.

--Heart surgeon, New York City

The Darker Side

• It saddens me that my lifelong enjoyment and enthusiasm for medicine has all but died. I have watched reimbursement shrink, while overhead has more than doubled. I've been forced to take on more patients. I work 12- to 14-hour days and come in on weekends. It's still the most amazing job in the world, but I am exhausted all the time.

--Vance Harris, MD, family physician, Redding, California

• In many ways, doctors are held to an unrealistic standard. We are never, ever allowed to make a mistake. I don't know anybody who can live that way.

--James Dillard, MD

• Not a day goes by when I don't think about the potential for being sued. It makes me give patients a lot of unnecessary tests that are potentially harmful, just so I don't miss an injury or problem that comes back to haunt me in the form of a lawsuit.

--ER physician, Colorado Springs, Colorado

• Doctors often make patients wait while they listen to sales pitches from drug reps.

--Cardiologist, Bangor, Maine

• It's pretty common for doctors to talk about their patients and make judgments, particularly about their appearance.

--Family physician, Washington, D.C.

• Everyone thinks all doctors know one another. But when we refer you to specialists, we often have no idea who those people are. Generally, we only know that they accept your insurance plan.

--Pediatrician, Hartsdale, New York

• In most branches of medicine, we deal more commonly with old people. So we become much more enthusiastic when a young person comes along. We have more in common with and are more attracted to him or her. Doctors have a limited amount of time, so the younger and more attractive you are, the more likely you are to get more of our time.

--Family physician, Washington, D.C.

• Plan for a time when the bulk of your medical care will come from less committed doctors willing to work for much lower wages. Plan for a very impersonal and rushed visit during which the true nature of your problems will probably never be addressed and issues just under the surface will never be uncovered.

--Vance Harris, MD

• At least a third of what doctors decide is fairly arbitrary.

--Heart surgeon, New York City

• Doctors are only interested in whether they are inconvenienced -- most don't care if you have to wait for them.

--Family physician, Washington, D.C.

The Sensitive Side

• When a parent asks me what the cause of her child's fever could be, I just say it's probably a virus. If I told the truth and ran through the long list of all the other possible causes, including cancer, you'd never stop crying. It's just too overwhelming.

--Pediatrician, Hartsdale, New York

• Most of us haven't been to see our own physicians in five years.

--Physical medicine specialist, Royal Oak, Michigan

• When a doctor tells you to lose 15 to 20 pounds, what he really means is you need to lose 50.

--Tamara Merritt, DO, family physician, Brewster, Washington

• If a sick patient comes to me with a really sad story and asks for a discount, I take care of him or her for no charge.

--Surgeon, Dallas/Fort Worth

• Though we don't cry in front of you, we sometimes do cry about your situation at home.

--Pediatrician, Chicago

Shocking Stats

60% of doctors don't follow hand-washing guidelines.

Source: CDC Morbidity and Mortality Weekly Report

96% of doctors agree they should report impaired or incompetent colleagues or those who make serious mistakes, but ...

46% of them admit to having turned a blind eye at least once.

Source: Annals of Internal Medicine

94% of doctors have accepted some kind of freebie from a drug company.

Source: New England Journal of Medicine

44% of doctors admit they're overweight.

Source: Nutrition & Food Science; Minnesota Medicine

58% would give adolescents contraceptives without parental consent.

Source: New England Journal of Medicine

Anatomy of a Doctor's Bill

Just how much of the $100 your doctor charges for taking 30 minutes to investigate your stomach pain goes into his pocket? After paying the bills, he gets less than half. The breakdown, according to Robert Lowes, senior editor at Medical Economics:

$3.50 for malpractice insurance

$3.50 for equipment, repairs, and maintenance

$6 for supplies, including gowns, tongue depressors, and copy paper

$7 for rent and utilities

$11 for office expenses, such as telephones, accounting fees, advertising, medical journals, licenses, and taxes

$28 for secretary, office manager, and medical assistant salaries and benefits

$41 Amount that goes into the doctor's paycheck

Over the course of a year, that adds up to $155,000, the annual salary of the average family physician. That number rose just 3.3% between 2002 and 2006, while expenses increased nearly 25% over the same period.

Touching movie

2009-03-12T03:31:00.009+08:00

It's 5am, I'm pretty aware of that, thank you very much.

I spent two hours watching the movie, 'Click'. The last time I watched this movie was 3 years ago, I think. Well anyway that was when I was unable to critically think for myself. Oh gosh, it really awakened me. Time is really precious; We should savour every moment of our waking lives, every family member, priceless, definitely. I am unable to describe how I feel towards life right now, it all seems so complicated to comprehend, yet really simple to take it all in. Everyone takes their lives for granted. Everyone, without a doubt. We're so used to seeing the same things everyday that it's become a routine- we have forgotten that everything changes and ..

*scratches kneecap*

... and will and can be gone in a blip. People always complain about how they have NO time to study or flop around. I don't buy that; The key word is to prioritize. It always depends on the situation, of course. A business deal is merely a deal, sometimes. Set your primary stuff straight, family is always first. No matter what, they are the people who are your stilts; The concrete raft deep underneath the soil; Plainly said, they are your supporters.

Spending time with your family is equivalently important as kissing up to your boss. (Or, maybe more)

Still can't see any free time available? I really suggest listing out the things you frequently do, make a fresh time table that does not include UN-productive stuff (Chatting with your classmates online doesn't count, hun) and look at the empty spaces on your timetable. Do you see free time? I'm sure you do. All you have to do is fill them out with things that can really help you, things that you will thank yourself having done. Don't like reading books? Or exercising? Learn to love it. Life is all about enjoying the things you like, that's true. Why not learn to love something? I'm sure it isn't that hard to pick up a healthy hobby.

We all know that our past affects the future; What is the 'future'? In my vocabulary, the future is the next minute. The next hour, next day and days after that, till the time your body stops functioning. Everything we do now is equally important. Forget the stupid rushes - that you think is good for you, because it pushes you - when you have deadlines. End all future sorrow, kill procrastination with fire. I'm a victim of procrastination too, but I'm not going to let it kill my life. I'm a fighter. I will make things happen.

I'm not gonna sit there like a slob and let my problems work out by themselves. That's stupid. Take action. Of course, everyone gets lazy now and then, but fear is what gets to them in the end. Feel the fear early, cherish the moments, do not fight the fear, keep it coming.

Seems like this blog post has been going with the flow too much.

*trails back*

Personally, I think the sentence, "Time is precious", is totally overrated. People hear advice similar to this and just shrug it off, as if it was as unmeaningful as pizza. (I take pizza for granted too)

Yup, I cried during the last few scenes of Click. Woosha, it has been a great experience. So yeah, my advice to all: Stop being an insensitive ass, don't take things for granted.

Welcome back, me!

2009-03-07T23:03:00.003+08:00

I am back from my month long hiatus; Wasn't in the mood to blog during the past few weeks.

Tests are over! I felt I did pretty good, except for the fact that I totally screwed my chinese paper. I got 18 out of 40.. always the yellow banana I am!

Enough of my life, I'm sure my blog followers are predictably bored already!

*Flips to the index of my book*

Ah, I see something interesting for me to share today!

In the beginning, God created heaven and earth. And Earth was without form and void. And God made a circular light in the heavens which he called the Sun. And God saw that the light was good. The devil made the smaller light rectangular in shape called the TV. The devil saw that the light was bad. And God made springs which came out of the ground. Oozing fountains of pure, fresh water. The devil invented fizzy drinks. And saw that the fizzy drinks were bad. And God said, let the Earth bring forth vegetables, and the herb of the field that the children may grow up healthy. And it was so.

The devil said, “let there be deep fried potatoes”. And God said, let the waters bring forth 10000 varieties of fish that they may provide sustenance for the children. And the devil arranged that the fish may be smothered in batter, fried deep and served with deep fried potatoes.
And God created the cattle and chicken of the field and said, “BEHOLD, I have given you every living creature that moveth; to you it shall be for meat.“ And the devil showed how the meat could be minced and turned into burgers and suggesteth that it be always served with deep fried potatoes.

And on the seventh day, God rested and asked that his children rest too, and use the day to comtemplate the wonders of the creation.
And the devil created the all-day brunch, cartoon TV channels, and Sunday newspapers filled with articles about celebrities that the minds of the children be filled with rubbish and their bodies filled with yet more deep fried potatoes. And God said to the boy, “Take the girl and go forth and multiply, and of your seed I shall create a great nation, as numberless as the stars of the heavens.

And the devil invented the computer and recruited 10,000 demons and zombies to fill with online battles and too recruited many females to take images of top heavy women. And the boy parted with the girl and did instead cleave to the computer.
And God pointed out to the girl that he had made her many attractive blandishments which she could use whenever the boy was away from the computer.
And the devil invented the Nintendo DS Lite so that the boy will be able to take his computer games with him whereever he goes.

Now the serpent was more subtle that any of the animals that God had created. And the Devil did enter into the serpent and cause him to say to the girl and the boy, The tree in the middle of the garden the Lord hath told you not to touch. But I say unto you, if you eat the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, your eyes will be opened and you shall be as gods.

And the boy and the girl looked at the serpent and said unto him: No thanks, we liketh not fruit, But hast thou any deep fried potato?

And here endeth today’s scripture reading, Amen.

Quoted from Reader's Digest. I just love this magazine! I'm thinking of subscribing to them, so it'd be a lot cheaper.

Wasn't that nice? How nice of the devil to cater to our pleasures, eh? Of course, most people who don't give a floating fudge about their health and life.

Speaking of health and life, I dislike the habits of people who smoke. Why do people smoke? I've concluded a list of reasons why they even started in the first place.

The mindset of teenagers towards their idea of maturity and socially acceptable habits. In other words, they think that smoking is 'fishing cool!' Ugh, what depresses me about this fact is that the cycle repeats itself. The young ones see how 'cool' their seniors are to smoke, and this process repeats itself, making youngsters get addicted to smoking.

Er, I did a bit of reading up on how smoking goes; First the smoker pucks the cigarette to his lips and lights up the end of the cigarette. The ingredients of the cigarette catches fire, burning the tar, tobacco, etc. Then the smoker starts sucking in the smoke.

I mean, what good does SUCKING smoke come from? It's like allowing yourself to suicide, just that the smoke kills slower.

Oh where was I again? Yes, peer pressure. That seems to be the number one cause of our generation's teenagers to smoke. To make things even worse, most of the young people who

smoke, start 'killing' themselves at the ages of 12-14. I mean, what's the point of smoking? The house will smell, the clothes and hair will smell. The car will smell. The teeth will yellow, walls will yellow and the white pet dog will turn yellow too.

Oh there's another reason I believe has contributed a great deal to pressure to smoke in young ones.

The excitement to try new and most importantly, FORBIDDEN things.

I feel that this can be avoided by showing more awareness about the terrible consequences of smoking, instead of telling a kid, 'Don't smoke! When you smoke, you'll dieeeee-" I don't think that scared him enough.

These two reasons seem to be the major reasons, covering teenage smoking.

Most people start thinking a bit more mature than during their foolish teenage years, regretting to have even touched a cigarette . Question is, why do they STILL insist on smoking?

I feel that it's because of these main factors:-

1)They live a stressful life, can't live without smoking.

2)Eating is replaced with smoking. (Usually applies to physical appearance conscious females)

3)They can't kick the habit, it's grown on them.

4)They don't have enough awareness to quit.

I'm done with expressing my thoughts.

Visit http://www.cancer.gov/cancertopics/factsheet/Tobacco/cigars !

I'm sure at least one of my blog followers smoke; If you intend to stop, here's a link to help.

http://www.health.com/health/condition-article/0,,20210680,00.html

I'm aware of my blog being very inactive.

2009-03-01T03:02:00.005+08:00

Don't have to remind me.

Okay so technically it's a Sunday now.

I'm having my exams on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday.

I'm afraid of competition. I don't feel confident and I'm afraid. I want to get my exam over with.

My right brain will be with you in a moment.

*EXHALES DEEPLY*

Videos

2009-02-16T20:13:00.007+08:00

Skip to exactly 2.09, observe the actions of the guys (not the lead singer) and SHIT BRICKS!

It's 4.19am and I'm writing a post for my blog right now. I am currently working on my unfinished homework while listening to coldplay.. :)

I wanna live life and never be cruel.
I wanna live life and be good to you.

And I wanna fly and never come down.
And live my life and have friends around.

We never change, do we? no, no
We never learn, do we?

So I wanna live in a wooden house.

I wanna live life and always be true.
I wanna live life and be good to you.

And I wanna fly and never come down.
And live my life and have friends around.

We never change, do we? No, no
We never learn, do we?

So I wanna live in a wooden house,
where making more friends would be easy.

Oh, and I don´t have a soul to save.
Yes, and I sin every single day.

We never change, do we?
We never learn, do we?

So I wanna live in a wooden house,
Where making more friends would be easy.
I wanna live where the sun comes out ...

Such a touching melody with such meaningful lyrics.

Although technically people and emotions change but 'we never change' it means that mankind doesn't change. We are all inherently the same. We want the same things. This song encapsulates our deepest and most simple wants.

Life is so priceless, doncha think? Every step forward is worth the effort, never take pity on yourself, never be afraid to take risks and most importantly - do not regret.

I don't have much to blog about, recently. Oh by the way, exams are nearing for me, around March. I need to start studying so I can be more confident about how good I can do in my exams.

This song kick starts my day!

Stupid Hay Fever

2009-02-12T20:39:00.008+08:00

I really wanted to stay home today but I went to school anyway.

Kawad was good, my juniors seemed decently enthusiastic. I'm in charge of teaching them how to march with full confidence and discipline. I got another round of practice tomorrow and having difficulties contemplating on whether to goto my science club or my English Language Society after drilling. Done my math homework, left with a bit of chinese to do.

It was the chinese writing competition today! No, I didn't participate- I did my math.

The title was something to do with 'unattainable' and 'wish'. The guy in front of me wrote about how he wanted so bad to confront his friend and say sorry but he never got the chance to do it. Upon reading the introduction of his emotional story, I knew it was going to end with a sad, cruel death. Indeed it did! It was along the lines of, 'His/Her body lay still on the kitchen floor, clothes wet with blood'. The cheeky friend of his beside him got his story inspiration from me. In fact, I gave him the idea of his story of how much he wanted a father.

I like writing and reading. It's just that my understanding of the Chinese language is very limited, I can't express my words beyond simple sentences about 'My trip to Grandfather's Orchard'. English is a problem too, I can think of many plots and stories but yet to be the master of brilliant literature. I need to know more words. :[

I missed the first the bus after school today. I almost got left behind by the second bus. So glad I could run fast enough for Mr. Busman to stop and let me on the bus. I got a few cough sweets from the Petronas gas station. Distressingly, I pretty damn quickly adapted to the effects the Strepsils were supposed to offer. Up until now, my throat is still as coarse as a horse's neigh, I can't smell shit (literally) nor able to taste the soup I had today (+vegetables :[ ).

I want to be able to smell the variety of crap and food again (and taste them too :[ )!!

Wait, on second thought... Exclude crap.

Hmm.. inhaling the toxic waste that the automobile's exhaust filtrates without needing to suffer from the defects of the awful smell.

Pure, painless suicide? It's like having a shattered spinal cord, losing all sense of touch and when someone stabs you in your back, you can't feel anything at all - suddenly your body shuts down due to insufficient oxygen, losing too much blood.

The only good thing that my sick nose brought was that I could not smell any toxic gases when I was at the bus stop and I inhaled all the damn things . Heck, I was at the damn bus stop whiffing all the air I could whiff and even when I closed my eyes and ears, I could imagine a sweet scented garden all around me.

Wait. That's supposed to be a bad thing.

Skip to exactly 2.09, observe the actions of the guys (not the lead singer) and SHIT BRICKS!

Jelly-fied morning

2009-02-11T22:30:00.007+08:00

Why, you ask? Drink water. Or else you'd end up with a terribly irritating roughed up throat. Sleep early too. Lack of sleep makes it all worse.

All was fine today except for the throat. Speech was coarse all day, but that didn't keep me from heated discussions! I love to swap opinions and facts.

I'd like to share a few pictures of my personal life with you guys.

This is my little cousin, Samantha!

The little infant in her mom's arms is Jocelyn!

Don't their faces just beam with youth and happiness? I love them soo much. Sam was born somewhere around mother's day last year and somewhere two months later, Jocelyn arrived into the world safely.

But when they're 15, I'm gonna be 28. Soooo far into the future for me.

I'm the baby sitter for Samantha (my mother's brother's baby). Jocelyn and her parents (my mother's sister's) are at Subang.

I love them so much. So innocent and A-D-O-R-A-B-L-E!

Okay, I wanna head off to bed in 15 minutes, got kawad and sukan tara tomorrow.

Take care, all!

2009-02-11T04:12:00.005+08:00

There was the essay writing competition for Bahasa Melayu today. The title was about how computers can contribute to communication. I didn't want to write that. I didn't have the mood to.

Instead, I wrote,

Name: Anonymous
Class: 5s4
Title: esaii
Date: 31/2

Pada suatu hari, saya bertemu dengan sekumpulan harimau di dalam hutan. Mereka hendak makan dan berjalan sekeliling saya seperti mereka hendak makan saya.

Tidak lama kemudian, saya terdapat tahu saya di dalam perut harimau. Dalam perut harimau saya dapat tahu saya masih berhidup. Saya dapat tahu harimau yang saya di dalam adalah harimau yang tua. Harimau tua yang tidak ada gigi. Harimau yang tidak bersih. Harimau yang tidak mendengar kata-kata emak dia. Saya tidak suka harimau ini.

Setiap hari, saya pun makan makanan yang dimakan oleh harimau. Walaupun saya tidak dapat makan sayur, saya tidak peduli. Saya ada ayam dan daging lembu untuk makan. Saya sangat gembira.

1337 pertah kata

The grammar was written as horrible as possible, at least a bit of simplicity for my audience to understand.

For the people who don't understand Malay...

One day, I met a group of tigers in the forest. They looked hungry and circled around me, looking like they wanted to eat me up.

Not before long, I realised that I was in a tiger's stomach. In the stomach, I realised that I was alive. I also realised that the tiger I was inside was old. Tiger no teeth. Tiger smelly. Tiger no listen to mommy. I don't like tiger.

Everyday, I eat the food that the tiger eats. Although I don't get veggies, nevermind. I have chicken and cow to eat. I am happy.

1337 words

My friends found this insane and pasted my essay onto the notice board. But I think it was rather flawed, not enough win.

The next competition on chinese essay writing, I shall write about how corrupted my school is. (Jean's bright idea)

I have to do a report on the activities we did. Damn, I don't have a co-editor. But I admit that I have sufficient time to do anything I want.

Will post pictures of my class some other day. For now, I'll have to hunt down the cable that I lost a year ago; I blame it on my irresponsibility.

I have proof that Santa does not exist.

2009-02-09T20:45:00.002+08:00

Amazing shit; Must read.

No known species of reindeer can fly. BUT there are 300,000 species of living organisms yet to be classified, and while most of these are insects and germs, this does not COMPLETELY rule out flying reindeer which only Santa has ever seen.

There are 2 billion children (persons under 18) in the world. BUT since Santa doesn't (appear) to handle the Muslim, Hindu, Jewish and Buddhist children, that reduces the workload to to 15% of the total - 378 million according to Population Reference Bureau. At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that's 91.8 million homes. One presumes there's at least one good child in each.

Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seemes logical). This works out to 822.6 visits per second. This is to say that for each Christian household with good children, Santa has 1/1000th of a second to park, hop out of the sleigh, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left, get back up the chimney, get back into the sleigh and move on to the next house. Assuming that each of these 91.8 million stops are evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false but for the purposes of our calculations we will accept), we are now talking about .78 miles per household, a total trip of 75-1/2 million miles, not counting stops to do what most of us must do at least once every 31 hours, plus feeding and etc.This means that Santa's sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second, 3,000 times the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man-made vehicle on earth, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a pokey 27.4 miles per second - a conventional reindeer can run, tops, 15 miles per hour.

The payload on the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium-sized lego set (2 pounds), the sleigh is carrying 321,300 tons, not counting Santa, who is invariably described as overweight. On land, conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting that "flying reindeer" (see point #1) could pull TEN TIMES the normal anount, we cannot do the job with eight, or even nine. We need 214,200 reindeer. This increases the payload - not even counting the weight of the sleigh - to 353,430 tons. Again, for comparison - this is four times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth. 5.353,000 tons travelling at 650 miles per second creates enourmous air resistance - this will heat the reindeer up in the same fashion as spacecrafts re-entering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer will absorb 14.3 QUINTILLION joules of energy. Per second. Each. In short, they will burst into flame almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them, and create deafening sonic booms in their wake.

The entire reindeer team will be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a second. Santa, meanwhile, will be subjected to centrifugal forces 17,500.06 times greater than gravity. A 250-pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) would be pinned to the back of his sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force.

In conclusion: If Santa ever DID deliver presents on Christmas Eve, he's dead now.

http://www.sucs.swan.ac.uk/~cmckenna/humour/xmas/santa/dead.html

Richard Dawkin's forum is nice

2009-02-09T06:41:00.008+08:00

Threads populated by intelligent discussions, excellent moderation and an active, friendly community.

Although not as active as Playpark Forums in a sense that there is someone posting every 5 minutes, but most of the threads are thought provoking with rational atheists sharing their opinions respectively. My vocabulary is not that elite yet, thus making me google for words that I have not learnt yet. During lurking in RDforums, I need to do that a lot.

I came across this thread which questioned the public about how certain they are about their beliefs and which category they fall in. See that picture up on the left hand side of this post? Someone caught sight of the number 1337, which I find slightly amusing, haha!

Have you heard of Ayaan Hirsi Ali? Most likely not. She's one of my respected idols:

Born in Somalia, Hirsi Ali is very critical of the position of women in Islamic societies and the punishments demanded by Islamic scholars for homosexuality and adultery. She considered herself a Muslim until 28 May 2002, when she became an atheist. She said she lost her faith while sitting in an Italian restaurant in May 2002, drinking a glass of wine: "...I asked myself: Why should I burn in hell just because I'm drinking this? But what prompted me even more was the fact that the killers of 9/11 all believed in the same God I believed in."

One of the things I really oppose to is clitorectomy.

She says, "Excision doesn't remove your desire or ability to enjoy sexual pleasure. The excision of women is cruel on many levels. It is physically cruel and painful; it sets girls up for a lifetime of suffering. And it is not even effective in its intent to remove their desire." For boys, I have no say on this. What I know is that it is excruciatingly painful for females. Possibly for their whole life. Come to think of it, it's sick. For guys, it's just the damn foreskin. For females, it's the fudging whole clitoris, sometimes even closure of the entire vagina. Of fudge and cranberries, it's not a small issue.

Please spare a bit of time to watch this video.

Don't give me bullshit that this is already decades ago... No, it's chocolate chip and cream well NOT. There's only ONE chance at life. Imagine being forced to live a lifestyle. Living life without freedom.

Back to the main topic. The wonderful Hirsi Ali has stood up and made an impression on many. She has joined several organizations and once wrote the script and provided the voice-over for Submission, a film produced by Theo van Gogh, which criticized the treatment of women in Islamic society. Juxtaposed with passages from the Qur'an were scenes of scantily clad actresses portraying Muslim women who are suffering abuse.

The film also features an actress that is provocatively dressed in a semi-transparent burqa and has texts from the Qur'an written on her skin. These texts are often interpreted as justifying the subjugation of women.

These women may not be any way related to you, that I know. But their lives have gone to waste, just like living in a cage.

I guess I have expressed a bit of my views on feminism. I don't know much about the rights and other people's POV on female rights, etc. But I intend to read up someday. Of course I must, for I await the day that I make the stupid people shut up.

Karma and wha?

2009-02-07T22:27:00.006+08:00

Previously,

I was discussing with Jin about karma vs. God's decision. Basically, Jin is a proud atheist and does not agree with the God's plan theory. So that one's out the door in a flash! According to wikipedia, the definition of karma is

Through the law of karma, the effects of all deeds actively create past, present, and future experiences, thus making one responsible for one's own life, and the pain and joy it brings to him/her and others. The results or 'fruits' of actions are called karma-phala. In religions that incorporate reincarnation, karma extends through one's present life and all past and future lives as well.

From what we see here, karma has been originating in religions that believes in reincarnation such as the Hindu, Sikh, Buddhist and Jain religious philosophies.

As an open-minded free thinker, I don't believe in reincarnation as it does not promote to how important life is- that we only get one chance.

Okay, getting a bit off topic here. Where was I? Yes, karma.

If we accept that the logical ethical consequence of the law of karma is to behave responsibly, and the tenet of the law of karma is essentially "if you do good things, good things will happen to you — if you do bad things, bad things will happen to you," then it is possible to identify analogs with other religions that do not rely on karma as a metaphysical assertion or doctrine.

Quoting from wikipedia again.
The whole "if you do good things, good things will happen to you — if you do bad things, bad things will happen to you,"sounds very pleasant and morally well inclined but the thing is, how can you expect/anticipate that something good/bad to happen to you?

I can always sneak up behind you and put a snake on your head. But you wouldn't know, right? So, how can you determine the things that are going to happen to you?

It's fairly simple. The formula consists of two simple things: the Homo Sapien's ability to act out free will & 'cause and effect'.

See how it works? Let me show you an example. Let's say, there's this dude named Adam. He is in starbucks drinking coffee. Now, Adam is an ordinary human being just like you and me- he has free will. Well, because of the coffee, Adam wants to go and pee, badly.

Let's say he goes to the toilet. Ah, by sheer chance, Adam forgets that other humans are running around frantically in the restaurant and Adam runs into a waitress that has clean white uniform and the coffee that was in the cup she was balancing on the tray has seeped into her white dress, leaving soggy brown patches. Now, Adam has made a complete fool out of himself; The waitress is furious.

What if Adam didn't go to the toilet? ('what if' is only applicable to theoriatical discussions of imaginary stories, not for twisting real life facts like 'what if hilter became gay') Snap out of the hilter scene and think with me. What if Adam didn't go to the toilet? Well, he might have left the cafe with a smile on his face rather than feeling hung up dry (technically he's drenched in coffee), like a deer getting ready for the poacher to end it's life.

Now I shall get to the point.
Adam (in London) might be the reason... your cat died.

(>) = resulting in

Adam going to the toilet
> bumping into the waitress
> waitress and Adam hooked up (lucky bastard)
> waitress of boyfriend that was on the other side of the world (long distance relationship) was driving his car and heard that his girlfriend was going to marry a random British writer
> he was driving and killed your cat because he lost focus while driving

Adam not going to the toilet

Adam NOT going to the toilet

> going home early, witnessed a murder on the way home

> his sad sad unjust death

> Adam's mom had a heart attack earlier than expected

> Body count for the day, pruss 2!

So, conclusion? Everything has it's cause and effect. Applying free will to this theory makes it even more unpredictable and a bit scary.

Things result in other things result in other things which the decisions are made by living things that have free will!

So ta-da, karma loses, God's plan sucks ass and my theory (which I know would have been mentioned billions of times by other people) wins.

Highness comes from smiling

2009-02-07T20:17:00.006+08:00

At 5pm today, I went to KLCC to hunt for my birthday present. Yes, I don't get presents on my birthday. Anyway I got a lovely tape recorder. I got a Sony tape recorder that cost me RM199, it was the display set because they didn't have stock left but heck cares, no one really buys recorders so the amount of fingerprints on the electronic is not much, not much at all.

Upon buying it I remembered that I brought only RM203 and I was 50 sen short- short that I couldn't go home (LRT).

I humbly asked the salesgirl for a 1 ringgit discount as I needed a bit of money to go home- and it was the display set. She gladly agreed and I had money to go home. But, yes, I did think of asking for a bit more from the trough but humble and a coward me didn't want to cooperate.

Before I left, I felt that the 5 minutes I spent here was not worth the RM2 I paid to get here. So I went to Kinokuniya and browsed books, writing down book titles that are new additions to my 'to-buy' list in the future (I was broke)

I laid my eyes on a book entitled, "Existentialism for Dummies", that I stumbled upon at the Philosophy section. I slyly stripped the book of it's wrapping-I'm evil I know-and proceeded to read the book with glee. I stopped reading at the second page and decided that I shall come back next week to make my purchase of the awesome book about basically, philosophy, life, who what how things came to be.

The belief in a superior being limits our aspirations, restrains us from questioning questions that are not related to God that are related to the never questioned. When I was in the travel section of the store, a foreign woman single handed-ly held up a plastic container that contained yellow, oval shaped fruit while she had a travel book of Malaysia in her grasp, displaying both objects to me. She asked me to compare the picture of a durian in the travel book with her fruit. I told her that it was jackfruit. She thanked me and it was then, I realised that her husband was behind her.

I left the section with a want to head to the science section- but not quite with satisfaction.

I wanted to give the tourists a good impression on Malaysia. At first, I hesitated for a few times. Finally I got the courage to walk up to them, speak to them, telling them that they should take care and enjoy their trip. We exchanged smiles and goodbyes; making me a very happy 14 year old.

After spending an hour and a half at the bookstore, I wanted to go home as it was 7 already but I decided to go take a walk in the park. I strolled along the pathway, looking at the scenery, embracing the wind, trees.. practically every damn thing. I felt fascinated by each and every object that I was able to sense.

From mother nature's creation to the man made path; all was beautiful. I meticulously inspected the concrete that was rough with small pebbles. Then I closed the gap between my hands and the rough object, drawing them together, caressing the light-brown material. I felt as if I was a 3 day old child- curious and fascinated by what I could feel.

I touched everything that was first in sight.

The branches that hung down from the huge tree I touched, as I was fascinated by the beautiful way it stretched downwards, a result of gravitation.

Ahah, gravitation. Nature is fascinating indeed.

I was on my way to the entrance of the shopping complex, bidding my last goodbyes to the outside air and sneaking glimpses at the happy couples, children and families when an unfamiliar voice called out to what I assumed was directed to me. A young american-african man roughly standing tall at 6 feet was getting my attention. His company consisted of 4 other boys his age, two fair skinned caucasians, an asian and a fairly tall tanned male who had a nose of a British but had eyes of an asian.

"Hey, uh, miss. Would you mind taking a picture of me and my mates?" I was surprised at how much they trusted me with their camera phone. So I took a picture of them backfacing the park's water fountain. They thanked me and I asked them if they were tourists. The african american said that they were students that were studying in one of the colleges. (if I can recall properly, he said MU) He asked me what course I was studying and I told him that I was only in secondary. His first response was,

"Ooooh, still a loong way to go!"

I laughed along and wished all of them good luck in their studies, not forgetting to work hard and to have a wonderful stay in Malaysia.

Long ending short, I went home with a smile on my face while I was walking through the shopping mall.

What a day, huh? I'm glad I decided to take a break and go out.

Anyway my mom just got a new lens for her D60 camera + new tripod.

I MEAN HOLY SHIT WILL YOU LOOK AT THE LENGTH OF HER LENS?

It's longer than your penis.
If you're a girl? Girls have penises too. Just that it's called a clitoris and it's 50 times smaller.

Philosophy?

2009-02-06T02:06:00.005+08:00

I skipped school on Tuesday because I don't want to goto school with a foul mood. Managed to catch up on class on Wednesday, found out that I missed netball practise and the slots were full for the competition already. Shit, I was so irresponsible.

No, I'm not the commander for the red team; don't question. I'm the 'assistant' faggot who does all the screaming while the head sits her ass down on the bench right there under the tree's shadow. Not that I don't mind. I love to drill discipline into my juniors- giving them the taste of my oh-so-solemn-but-calm attitude while spitting the you're-gonna-obey-my-orders-or-else face. I love to rule!

Seems that I have duties to do for Puan Rajamani. For every damn event my school has, I have to make reports on that particular event.

Responsibility is responsibility.

God damn it, the Ministry of Education is insane; how can we learn to be people with a respected amount of morals if they make us memorize the exact definition (as in every fucking alphabet) of a moral value.

Jean said, "It's because they want to be on top, you know, the malays; they try to make it harder for us!"

Mind you, we weren't trying to be racist, it's just that our government party is the ones who are racist and unfair towards us non-muslims.

Philosophy- the critical thinking about an individual's surroundings absolutely completely defying other's critisizm, belief and study of general problems concerning matters such as existance, knowledge, truth, beauty, justice, cadilty, mind and language.

Not trying to impress anyone, but my current interest is philosophical metaphysics and Aesthetics. Reading a bit on ethics because I want to know other people's opinions on religion and atheism before I place my stand.

I'm forcing news articles up my arse

2009-02-03T02:56:00.004+08:00

Yes, it is February, my 'you-have-to-read-up-already-bitch month'.

I installed google desktop and google sidebar.

/faithfulgoogleuser

I'm getting news alerts every 5 minutes, heh. I need to read more and do more maths exercises. Mom says that if I flunk math, she'd be extremely embarassed (as she is an accountant).

I have a list of unread books that I aim to finish before March.

ONE.

The God Delusion

TWO.

Biography of Richard Nixon

THREE.

Mary Poppins, American Version

FOUR.

Geisha of Gion

FIVE.

A Fortune-Teller Told Me

I want to purchase more new goods... I've been eyeing on certain biographies that have been grabbing my attention recently.

ONE.

John Adams by David McCullough

TWO.

Mad Science

And a few books on philosophy.

Finally, time to relax again.

2009-01-24T20:17:00.006+08:00

I have tons of stuff to accomplish.

-Write an essay on BDSM.
-Catch up on what I learnt at school this past January.
-Enjoy and appreciate my time at home.
-Do fucking major cleaning for CNY.

-Learn to make simple meals from the expert homemaker, my grandaunt.

Speaking of fucking major cleaning, today I had to scrub the garage floor and did a lot of work. In fact I'm still not done with my wardrobe yet. A bit more then I shall own a neater space in my closet.

I acknowledge that the exams are coming near. Gonna have to study more.

I have found another way of getting sweet, helpful, inspiration!

COLDPLAY. HEHE.

Beautiful!

/random song

I checked with my mom and the internet so..

If I get-

SPM:

If I don't get an offer from a Uni aboard, then NUS it might be.

Mom can only afford a Singapore Uni.

10As and above w/ scholarship - overseas.

I really want to enroll in Yale U. Bleh, is my goal retarded? Really challenging. I know. But that's what life's all about.

This is why I believe in the quote, "Life is too short to regret anything."

2009-01-22T20:30:00.003+08:00

T-pain makes mad music.

His work is to die for.

And speaking of T-pain, the soundtrack of Step Up 2 - The Streets is awesome.

It's really AWESOME. God damn it some people simply create amazing music. HOLY SH-

I wish my mother had sent me to ballet when I was small.. Damn, dancing makes me feel high. Ugh../facepalm. I guess there's no dancing in my future. Hah.

Good Wednesday.

2009-01-21T23:56:00.004+08:00

This is what a friend told me.

How sex starts:

a smile leads to a laugh
a laugh leads to a high 5
a high 5 leads to a hug
a hug leads to a kiss
a kiss leads to a make out
make out leads to a feel up
a feel up leads to a finger
a finger leads to a hand
a hand leads to a lick
a lick leads to a suck
a suck leads to a fuck.

So tell me how many people are you gonna smile at after you heard this because sex is like math.

you add the bed

subtract the clothes

divide the legs

leave your solution

and pray you don't multiply.

Oh Gosh, so freakin' funny.

Hey I know certain people noticed me frequently changing blogskins - i'm addicted to it. I can't stick to one style.. hard to find a suitable one.

Mother Goose, I miss your nursery rhymes.

2009-01-20T20:59:00.002+08:00

I need books. Very badly. Or else I might faint from the idea of failing at literature.

No. I don't read books for entertainment, much. I think I'll just analyze the previous books I read- which are the books I just scan once.

Yes. I have a yearning to expand my knowledge on literature and slump into the forest of vocabulary. Faust is awesome, totally awesome. I need to read more of his work.

Unlike Jean, I can't memorize stuff in an instant. I need time. Time to relax, take charge of my current situation and enjoy... learning. It's the only way to fullfill my dreams. Blogging helps too, I guess. Although there's not much of a crowd to see my work, I don't really mind. This is my drawing board. I have a pencil. I shall produce.

Blogger next door.

2009-01-20T20:10:00.005+08:00

Cynthia looked behind, but didn't see anyone there. I couldn't believe the horror that we were in the house..

..with a madman on the loose.

The lacy velvet curtains swayed from side to side, making a terrified me nauseous. God knows how the murderer managed to poke a pencil into the victims nose- you can see it coming out through the left ear.

The words "Bloody hell" was repeating in my noggin, with my naked legs shaking from the cold air that was so cold, it felt like a blow of the wind could pierce through my skin.

I wanted to run through the front door in front of me, but that would be suicide.

To perish in the fire or be damned by some inhumane freak, holding a knife at the nip of your bleeding throat, tormenting your last minutes - or should I say hours, on Earth?

....

I smell blood. I want to lap up the blood that is now streaming down my right wrist. I want to feel the warm liquid.

I did it.

But that would be a lie. I'm not an emo fuck who would cut herself. Now to say my mom did it, would be pretty much more believable. You see, my mother's a clean freak. I left a few pieces of paper, scattering on the floor and that pissed my mother much.

"You're going to be a failure in life if you cannot have discipline, young lady,"

"This is NOT acceptable,"

Ah the same tune ringing in my ears. But now it's my wrist that gotten a wringing. What a waste of plastic, doncha think? The hanger was abused till my wrist bled. Good God it was destructed during her burning anger. If it was a rattan stick, who knows how many strokes of pain I would be 'prized' with.

Yeah so I learnt my lesson, mom.

-SHIT HAPPENS. Pick up my bloody mess.

2009-01-19T20:59:00.002+08:00

Ah, I am now staring at the bright computer screen.
Right this moment I am still in my school uniform, waiting for the right moment, the right time to take a bath.

Which might happen only 20 minutes later.

School is insane. The work is insane. The teachers, doubly so. I hope a boat of hope can save my plight of sorrow that is making me go down deep into the depths of the cold sea of school assignments. Work is dull. I wish i can make it more interesting or something..

Hey this is a lovely piece by Faust the Great when he was 12!!

"So how did you do it?" asked the lawyer as he steps towards me, getting closer, with a smirk on his face.All the peeps in the court room faced me, as I confessed.

It was 9.10 PM at Lardano's mansion, me and Jim were having a great time, near the pool, with Tom, and Dale.We were talking about about constructive the great party that lasted 4 hours, could have been longer when the 'event' happened.

"So, how's the party?" I asked as I take a sip from my cup of Martini topped with a lemon."Oh, the party is great, I never knew, Mr.Lardano can be such a rich man." said Jim, the other two nodded .The party, it's terrific, with 267 guest filling the room, excellent food, attractive situation, beautiful scenery outside the window, nothing could have been more perfect.

A sound was heard through the hall way, it was Mr.Landarno, taking a tea spoon and gently hitting it against a glass mannequin."Attention please." said Lardano as he starts his speech."We all had a wonderful time, but good times comes to an end, which is 10 minutes more, so let us enjoy ourselves, to the fullest, as we click the button of luxury, to unveil a 56cm plasma TV!" said Lardano, as he pushes a button and the curtains sorrounding the main hall opens.

It was an enormous TV from LG, everyone shouted like those people at the staidum when Arsenal won against Chelsea.Lardano then takes out his remote contol and clicks a button that changes the channel to the SPorts channel.

All the men at the room, gathered as they see Manchester United fend against Barcelona."Well, for a man, Lardano's a pretty weird guy." said Tom as they started to laugh."Oh, I'll be right back as I swant to take a piss." I said.

I walked down the hell down to the public toilet, as I saw Lardano coming in.We both took our time, using the Keep-away-from-the-other-dude-pissing-by-one-bowl invisible law.We both then started to talk, while we were talking, he started to wobble and his yellow urine hits the floor, he then zips, and tries to walk away.He fells down and I started to luagh, while I look at his direction, with my whole body turning.

My urine hits him and he says "This world is cruel,goodbye."was Lardano's last words as he tore up his suit and reveals a bomb on his chest, I ran like hell and the toilet exploded, strangely, the the toilet was the main branch of the building and it started to collapsed.Everyone died, not due to the falling blocks of the building, but due to, the explosion as the toilet was near the TV room.I was charged for mass killing, and that is how, my pee killed a man.

So cute right. Just like a little boy learning how to write and now he's all 1337 and shit and ready to fuck people with his elite writing skills.

Enamouring maths is the last thing I'd do.

2009-01-07T10:51:00.003+08:00

I am in a stage 2 depression, which means that I am on the verge of having the shameful will to stay in bed for the whole day, being an unproductive being. Pathetic it may sound. Which is the perfect word to describe how I'm feeling right now.

I hate maths. I hate having to do something that I do not know shit about.

During my basic education years (primary school), I had completely no problem in solving mathematical problems - in fact I loved maths. During my freshie year, I was a complete slacker throughout my entire year, thinking that I'd get past my first year without any effort needed.

Unfortunately for you readers, no I did not flunk. I got what I wanted and needless to say, I'm in one of the top classes at school.

The issue is kind of major now, and I regret slacking on my first year.

I don't get the logic in the formulas of certain mathematics' problems. If I don't shower attention on the subject of math, I am going to fail, literally.

School has started!

2009-01-07T10:51:00.000+08:00

Sorry my fellow blog viewers as I have been shamefully blog inactive for the past few weeks. I was busy with my friends and the internet, you should be able to guess.

Christmas for me was, well, merry. Too bad the 'merriness' lasted for only 3 hours after midnight. What did I get for Christmas? Out of the 20 presents under the Christmas tree, only 2 were had my name written on the gift wrapping. The next day, I opened my gifts and I got one book on 'How to improve study skills' and a brand new christmas hat! I preferred the hat though. Now some of you might think they suck but fine I don't care. So what if I didn't get anything that was worth RM10? I just want a peaceful Christmas day.

On new year's eve, I spent it with Faust, Akid and Hich. They are my best'est' buddies on the intrawebz. The distance between all four of us is ranges from far to near. Faust is at Sentul, Akid is living at Subang now and soon to be studying at the Royal (Royal my ass) Military College. Not forgetting Hich who is at Singapore. Not gonna hear much on much of them when school starts..

Congratulations Akid on the 6As and 2Bs! That is so awesome. I hope to see as good results in your SPM too, hah.

School has started and I am starting to study every day with ears wide open when the teacher is teaching. I've been really motivated to study hard and get my good results so I can study medicine at either America or Singapore. I just wanna GTFO of Malaysia. I know I'm an ungrateful citizen but I'm just sick of the circus at the parliament as well as the state of Malaysia now.

Good teachers especially the fierce ones. Gives a strong impression on every word she says. Who is the teacher? PUAN RAJAMANI. Lawl.

And I know I owe my wonderful pal, Faust, a wall of text to blow more air into his inflatable ego.

I'M GETTING A NEW PC!!!!

2008-12-02T23:35:00.003+08:00

I have just placed my order on a dell computer. Yes A NEW COMPUTER! Suck on this! NNNN haha. About 3 days ago I was already bugging my mother to hand over the credit card so I could purchase my desired dell PC. My mom refused and said 'don't rush'. So ok I bugged her abeit more but she still wouldn't give up the card.

So now is already Tuesday night and as she promised, she gave me the credit card. I went to the Dell website, logged into my account and clicked on my 'shopping cart' which I already saved the customizing of my preffered computer- to- purchase. MY COMPUTER WAS 'EXPIRED'.

Ok so never mind, I went back to re-customize the same computer. Guess what happened then?

OH
MY
TIAN.

The price dropped from RM1,999 to RM1,799. That's like 200 ringgit already. Well they did change some options but I saved RM200! I could do many things with that 200 ( as a girl my age lah ). Lulz btw shipping takes 7 days. AUDITION HERE I COME!! Wow if I didn't listen to my mom, I would have wasted 200. Naice.

Twilight

2008-12-02T23:35:00.001+08:00

I have 3 of the twilight saga novels. Twilight was the first, New moon the second and Eclipse which is the third. People say that the fourth book stunk bad so I'm afraid to buy the book and to literally clutch the dissapointment in my hands. Call me a bookworm if you want but the story line is interesting. The first book was mainly about how handsome Edward is and the enemy. The second book had more of Jacob ( the werewolf ) in it which had even more action than the first book. Stephenie Meyer made the book very detailed yet still able to understand.

Just so people know, I am SO NOT a screaming fan who prays for Edward Cullen to become my husband. I just like the story. It's not wrong. Twilight is supposed to be a mushy mushy story so face it will ya, if you want killer vampires with more bloody descriptions, don't even bloody critisize the book. It's just not your cup of tea. Well I can imagine how mad metal rock fans will be if I called their music rubbish. But I don't say that, it really hurts. Just like saying that your mom is ugly. Now THAT's the last straw.

Because I read the book, the movie was extremely predictable and almost throughout the whole movie, I was trying to recall what was going to happen next. I know, bullshit ): But you got to love the make up on the actors. They overdid the white base make up on purpose by the way. The effects were pretty good, I loved the part where Edward carried Bella up high to the canopy area of the trees. I like the movie setting, very realistic, perfect setting ( place ) as described in the book.

The actors were hot. Jacob looked really weird with the long hippie wig, that they should have worked on. If you're saying that the actors were not hot, that's just because you're a GUY and a straight one. amirite? So shut up.
Quick Fact: 70% of today's females are bisexual but only 30% of them admit it.

If I was like super straight I wouldn't even admit that Halle Berry is hot. Well of course Twilight is a gay movie! YOU GUYS AREN'T GAY RIGHT OF COURSE LAH SO SHUT THE FUCK UP WITH THE STUPID OVERUSE OF THE WORD 'GAY'. YOU GUYS ARE STARTING TO SOUND LIKE WHITE AMERIFAGS.

I saw the movie out of curiousity, not because I'm a twilight freak. Robert Pattinson did a nice job on the acting. I hated the part where Bella had to act like she was nervous to talk to Edward and that part was S-L-O-W.

Overall I rate twilight the movie 6/10. The book is better. DUH!

Never sit in the middle of a row of seats.

2008-12-02T23:34:00.001+08:00

Never sit in the middle of a row of seats in the LRT.

I was on my way to KLCC for Twilight on the LRT. The station I got on was the second last stop so there were very few people in the LRT.

After awhile, the LRT became more and more crowded. More people came aboard the LRT.

At one stop, three men came aboard the LRT. One was tall and cute ( he looked like he was in his early twenties with a suit that screamed 'business rookie' ) and the other two were pretty obese gentlemen. There were only two seats left ( one on my left and the other on my right ) that were empty. One of the obese guys sat beside me and the tall and cute one sat on my other right.

That was the mark of a nightmare ride. The obese guy had so many layers of fat that I was struggling to keep my distance. The other guy on my right had an extremely strong cologne that gave me a big headache. The worst part was that I had broad shoulders. It has nothing to do with my body mass or what so ever but I had a strong bone structure ( inherited from my tall dad ).

Seriously It was literally hard to breathe and move. I was trying to hard to make myself shrink in between them so I would have at least some space to TURN OFF MY PHONE ALARM. That was hard. I really don't like being this close a proximity to strangers. Especially hugs. Not that I'm anti-social but hey this is my body, I call the shots.

I thought of getting up but the OTHER obese guy was standing in front of me, blocking my way ( so were the other passengers ).

At last my stop came. Yay free to move about! I like to move it move it, I like to - MOVE IT!

2008-11-27T15:20:00.000+08:00

I was both glad and sad to arrive home. But mostly glad. What can I say? You can take the girl out of the city but you can't take the city out of the girl. But I don't really care. As long as I'm comfortable, i don't mind staying whereever.

When I turned the computer on, It crashed on me. WHAT, WAT? I was on fucking safe mode (with networking). I tried the normal safe mode and straight away stored all my files into pen drives. Woot! woah, I saved my mom's photos (She loves photography).

FOOKYEH I rickrolled my friends (The ones that understood the meaning of rickroll) through SMS today :3
So far these are the replies :-

Dixxon-
"Omg Rickroll"

Colors(In PPF)-
"WTF I GT RICK ROLL THROUGH SMS?! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-"

KELANTAN!

2008-11-27T15:17:00.000+08:00

The train cabin

My first day of the trip-
My journey started at approximately 8.00p.m... okay that was bluff. The KTM was 40 minutes late. I was really eager to get onto the train. My grandaunt paid good money for the second class tickets and mine costed RM51. The second class package consisted of a bunk bed per person with a small table and two curtains for privacy.The first class tickets were cabins (RM200) that had two bunk beds and a private space. I couldn't read in on my bed because the train's night light was spoilt so I just settled down in between the sheets. Once while day-dreaming I had naughty thoughts about the train bed. Imagine -ahem ahem--ing in the small bed while people were all around in the train but not knowing that there were people... -ahem-. Dirty thoughts led to deep sleep without dreams again.

5 in the morning I awoke the next day. Ah, the train came to a halt at a station. I woke up at 8 again and to my horror the train was at the same station as it had been 3 hours ago. Damn, a wheel of our coach had gone off track. The staff gave up at 10 and told us to move to another coach as they have to dis-attach our coach. My grandaunt and my sis grabbed our stuff and made our way to the other coaches. A guy saw my grandaunt and offered to share space with the other 'victims' in a Muslim prayer room. It seemed that it was alright although we were non-muslims. The goddamn generators was deactivated since the coaches split up and all 6 of us felt like stuffed turkeys roasting inside the room. We tried to yank open the window. HAH! We were successful but there was a un-yank-able second layer on the outside. We turkeys got to know a bit of each other while waiting for the arrival of our destinations.

I had to change my T-shirt as I was drenched in sweat from the heat D:

The train went stuck again in the middle of nowhere but this time the wheel was freed successfully :D

At 12 noon they attached 2 extra coaches and we could make space again. But the coaches were mere 3rd class seats. RAWR. Look on the bright side -this beats sitting on the floor. And oh yeah the generator was activated. Finally we arrived at Pasir Mas, Kelantan at 6p.m.

Woohoo the cooling breeze during the ride from the train station to Mata Air was terrific. The best part of that night was the homemade tapai - It was fucking good!! B-E-A-U-tiful.

11:30p.m.

I asked Ratias to help me Bump Up My Thread in PPF. I really wanted to reply to my friends. Noone will understand how much I love my friends.

A new day, the first day of my stay in Kelantan and the second day of my away-from-city-ness.

HoShi- My mom called to tell me that my phone bill hit RM450. Okay I remember purchasing 3 caller ringtones, 3 games and less than 20 RM0.50 sen entertaining smses (service sms) The only out station call I made was to C.O.. I called Captain Obvious once (he lives on and island- Labuan) and it lasted no more than 20 seconds. My 'All dialled calls' durations' are 12 hours altogether since the start of this year. That was only because I blew 40 bucks and a few more ten bucks when I talked to my friend in Penang. Recent...recent.. I used the internet to check out ONE thread. Is that bad? I don't know but the RM450 is ridiculous. Something is fishy here. My mom told me 'I love you although the bill is high' and she told me that we will go to the Maxis centre and check out whaaat has been the cause of THIS.

The rest of my stay in Mata Air, Kelantan
I spent my days in Mata Air watching local satellite TeeVee, chasing cats and shredding banana leaves. B-O-R-I-N-G.

On the 20th of November brought us to another relative's house in Tendong. Hehe my family has pretty genes (Not that I'm pretty but my mother's cousins are hot; srs'd) My great grandmother got married to my great grand father at 16. My G-granddad was 18 at that time. They had 7 children. Wow they must have loved each other so much. Well in the past they never used condoms.

I was delighted to have a few friends (Mother's cousin's sons) at Tendong. I spent the rest of my stay picking and eating raw wild fruit, chasing chickens (whee!) pissing the dog off, catching insects, enjoying the atmosphere, taking cold showers and more.

My home.

2008-11-14T04:19:00.002+08:00

My home is being demolished. And by home I mean PPF. So damn emo sia, I will really miss the vBulletin style + friends + funny lingo. ): Goodbye PPF, may you be demolished along with our loving memories.

My dog <3

2008-11-11T18:00:00.008+08:00

An update requested by Jean! xD

This is Robin my lovely German Shephard. I love him soooo much <3 My dad and I adopted him from SPCA (: According to SPCA, he was born on 25 April 2001 in Ipoh, Perak, Msia. He lives in our orchard behind the house. If he is lucky, he would get to the mangoes before us D:

"Hmmm, am I a DUDE or what?"

"Err, can someone tell me how to get to the nearest restroom?"

"What was it I was saying again?"

"my oh my, how comfy"

Ye, the small girl in the green shirt on the Ford is me :P when I was 6!

This photo has just been rated R. And no I am not going to take peektures of his balls ):

Our hero (:

"My favorite chewin' toy...and you ain't gonna get it from me!"

And yeah I give my deepest sympathy to Ann's bird, Genie. According to Ann, Genie left paradise on 11 Nov, 2003 to heaven ): I may not know how it feels like to have lost a good friend but I know how it feels like to love one.

Hey cheer up ya, All birds go to heaven! (:

Dog show

2008-11-10T18:55:00.013+08:00

Yeah I attended a Dog show at Central Park near One Utama shopping mall.

I didn't bring Robin though because my mom's car was not a truck ):

Here are my hoots:

Another golden retriever <3 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SUKc16zoEB8/SRgbD6tyXMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Tg377AKAgmI/s1600-h/DSC_0707.jpg">
This big Golden Retriever, no matter how many times his owner throws the bottle into the pond, he keeps fetching it and telling his owner, "AGAIN!! AGAIN!!" hehe.

So photogenic!

Kawaii lenglui <3 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SUKc16zoEB8/SRgXmFD-noI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rgakW9syUmA/s1600-h/DSC_0764.jpg">
So cute, she looks cuter than me XD

Hehe bullface (:

This little guy tried to be a hero and swam after another dog's ball... but attempt failed when the other dog already got it. xD

My sister

2008-11-10T18:44:00.011+08:00

Sup, this is my second post.

This is my 9 year old sister.

Yes she is the one who does not wear underwear and is really naughty. Too bad she doesn't have as good of a memory like mine, which causes her studies to drop really fast. I have to tutor her during the holidays, ugh.

I love her though, cause I got no more siblings (:

I'm not a retard, I'm just a bitch having problems.

2008-11-10T15:42:00.000+08:00

Sometimes I feel like I'm affecting my friends' feelings when I rant about my life to them. So instead of telling them about my problems, I have made this blog the only place to show my emotions. Basically it's about my life. I would be so glad to bitch, brag and express my feelings here (:

First I must bid my apologies to the friends that have worried about me, I'm so sorry that I ruined your day.

Secondly, hurray for my first blog! I am glad that I have my very own one (:

Hopefully this will help me feel better.

Supporting my beliefs & organizations.

2008-01-01T23:26:00.004+08:00

Writer's Notes

2008-01-01T12:00:00.000+08:00

I will not be responsible for any throat slitting, gut spilling, that you caused as a result of reading my blog.

Now that I have given you a mental image of a bloody scene, It is now not dangerous for you to read on.

I am so unique, I am totally an element that you'd never ever know, you can't ever find it in the periodic table cause no one has even found it- I explode in your face just like potassium when I touch water; i'm really explosive, you should really run away first before spark into flames and burn you alive!

When I'm in a chemical state called love, I become fragile.

I'm fragile now; Being mixed with some other element which I haven't gotten to recognize clearly yet, but I know I will, someday.

I'm so sorry for turning all pink and fragile so early.

♥

Nathalie Annette Kee.

the Acquainted & Associates.

2008-01-01T10:45:00.004+08:00

Ann

Bevan

Fern

Henry

Holiday

Faweena

Jin

Keni

Ratias

Vanessa

Vanity

Frequently Asked Questions.

2008-01-01T01:09:00.003+08:00

Questions that people ask, indefatigably, tirelessly, ever so often.

Q: At what time did you wake up today?
A: I woke up at 160 kilometres per hour and beyond infinite miles above sea level.

Q: Did you finish the project yet?
A: Finish is not in my vocabulary. Did you mean, 'start'?

Q: What are you doing during the holidays?
A: Well, I would be doing the door, then my book, then I'd do bed post. Hm, maybe even a cucumber.

Q: *Points to an English word* 这是什么意思?
A: This indicates that you need to stop neglecting your word dictionary.

Q: Hello, how are you?
A: 'How am I' what?

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I will update the FAQ section as soon as I get more moronic queries.

Chatroom.

2008-01-01T00:23:00.013+08:00

Rules: There are no rules.