Be yourself.

Went to the International School of Kuala Lumpur (ISKL) this morning. Upon arrival, as any usual student of Sekolah Sri Garden will do, I started comparing our school to theirs. They had rugby fields and swimming pools. They also have imported teachers and they also have to pay more for their fees. Needless to say, a few cutting remarks were made to Ken Vin. Don't we all do that?

There was this supposed Scotsman who was making the introduction on the SEA Forensics and he had this accent which was quite easy to imitate once you get the hang of it. I have got to get that Scottish touch since I now have the American, British and Australian touch. Perhaps I will acquire the German accent once in Germany (which will only happen in a million years from now considering the situation I am in...do not ask)
And as usual, life is a learning process and I made discoveries once again!! Wohoo! The discovery is....John is an asshole who doesn't really be himself i.e. he is an asshole almost all the time and according to Nik Shazarina The Biggest Bitch she ever met. Wow. Now there's a spot of improvement to work on Mr. Khoo.

Okay okay. So the whole day was not filled with crappy experiences. Chatted a bit with the motherly Isabell who likes to take charge of everything...which is not quite as bad as it looks like. Got hit plenty of times from both Nazeera and some sneering comments from Isabell and Ken Vin. Keshinn was no better. Now what's a spot of word jousting like to me? Heaven! Just like heaven. Jousting not only improves your language and confidence but it also reveales who you really are i.e. either you are an asshole or a prissy pot. I am the former. Not very surprising. Will John succeed in winning the heart of many and being a nice guy? He could if he behaves and attempts to be himself. Which excludes sneering from his vocabulary. I currently have 352 days to prove my mettle. Watch me struggle. And laugh if you like.

Watched The Pathfinder in TGV today. Magdalene came and wanted to catch a movie with Jia Min and my sis today so my ma and I tagged along. The only saving grace the movie has was that it was full fo blood (to me...but to the ladies, it has no saving grace whatsoever) as the movie had scarcely any dialogue and most of the time the Vikings were speaking the ancient version of German and there were buckets of blood being splashed everywhere. Loads of cheapshots too i.e. the stupid sudden scare moments that make it seem like an embarassing gag-reflex to be jumping up in your seat. The popcorn tasted like popcorn...my fingers were frozen while I ate as the place was freezing as usual and when I felt I had enough of the vile stuff, I followed the customary procedure of washing hands when in cinemas i.e. I 'washed' or rather wiped them on the condensed water on the surface of my stale Coke cup. Which was also purchased at the TGV snack counter. Crap.

Oh yeah, before setting foot in the cinema but after purchasing the tickets, my ma and I went to Kinokuniya to check out some books (you mean passing some time by while waiting) and there, I found several authors to the likes of Garth Nix, George Orwell, Ernest Hemingway, Chuck Palahnuick(dat how you spell his name?) and C.S. Lewis. Garth Nix was in the young adults section whereas Orwell was in the literature section. It was a pure 1 hour ++ bliss looking through Nineteen Eighty Four. Found Shakespeare too.

Am I tired? You bet.