What happened today

I failed, unsurprisingly for Add Maths and Chem. Again. I have a record of fails for the past 2 years in the above subjects. I have never passed those subjects when it comes to assessments. Gotta get that remedial class started with Geetha.

Today was kinda childish in a way. Jae Rong brought his Canon camera (and it shot pictures like it's namesake) and guess who was the engineer-turned-architect-turned-designer-turned-paparazzi.
Kelvin Choo Kay Weng.
Click click click away Tan Sri. Every teacher which came in, he took. Sigh.
Oh yeah, and another discovery. Kae Yeon aka Koh Kyean called me a faggot. Ken Vin...you are a bad bad influence on your aunty.

On to my next point. (this sounds like a stupid debate speech..I hate debates.)
Government school people are quite nice students admittedly. Although a minority of them would be quite huge assholes. A life example. A couple of government school boys (judging from their yet-unbroken-voices) threw their ice from their plastic packet drinks into the canteen where us people (the entire RTG and some NAM people aka my sis, Ming, Wei and Keshinn) were discussing our moral project. (Nasir excluded, she was "pat gua"ing around) Kelvin as his paparazziness would allow him, actually climbed the canteen wall without destroying it to take some pictures as evidence. I almost wished that the wall crumbled so we could have made a lunge at those stupid boys. With Mr. Universe (Dharma), Boon "Vince" Hong, Ken "Jaerong" Vin, Nazeera "Nazi" Nasir and last but not least Li "Ofifia" Wei with us, I believed we could take them on single handedly. Too bad it did not crumble.

Sucks to you asses.

(moral pix went fine by the way, except that we were not able to do the gardening pics.)

3 movies, 3 sequels, 1 winner....

Movie #1






















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Movie #3

















And the winner (IMHO...In My Honest Opinion) is.....drum rolls please...
*brrrrrrrrrrr
*gong sounding
The Bourne Ultimatum!!
Hooo yes! Action packed shooting scenes! Those brutally cruel cold blooded killings. I mean silencing of assholes. I am not quite a fan of the dead and I do not celebrate death. In fact, I am a pretty peaceable guy. More like a pacifist. I think killing wastes God's talent. But this is a SHOW!! A Hollywood scam. So why not enjoy it to the fullest? I would give 10 points to this show out of 10 without even having a peek at the trailer. The "yeng"ness of the cold and calculated kills he "bestows" upon his asshole former co-workers who wanted to resurrect the Treadstone Project. All in all, the first 2 were such good watches I would bet my facial hair on the third to be a major blockbuster...(not that I have THAT much facial hair...)
Do not disappoint me Matt Damon.

Okok. Pirates are the ones I am also rooting for. They come second. Though I guarantee you that Bloom is gonna be as gay as all the previous Pirate films he made. He hardly seemed like a heterosexual even when he was going to marry Knightley aka Elizabeth Swan. What gay antics. The shirt half ripped in the rain in Pirates 2. Jumping into the water clothes yet again half ripped during the destruction of the "fastest ship in the Caribbean" when they tried to blow up Mr. Squid. Depp was far a better actor and still is compared to Bloom. Check out who's older in the entertainment industry. Rating of 9 for the action and 0 for 1 particular actor that Jia Min is sooo fond of.

Last but not least of the sequels, Shrek 3. I kept spelling it Schreck 3 when I was Googling the movie for picture posters. For all it's despised saccharine-ness (IMHO) it is still a pretty great watch. I mean the first 2 ones. Dunno about this third. And yes, I will not be betting my facial hair on it.

Do any of you know the actual reason I am betting my facial hair? Because I got my inspiration from a guy named Zachary Hon. he came up to us (RTG) and asked this stupid question and answered it himself that fateful day.

"Do any of you ever consider shaving all your facial and body hair?"
Nobody answered naturally.

His answer:"I do. I want to shave all my body hair so I can look like a reptile."
Haha. Yeah, go ahead. Next thing we know you would be asking whether it will be alright to shave ur pubic hair or something. Wait. That comes under body hair doesn't it Zach? All of it has to go in order for you to look like a reptile.

P.S.
If you are reading this, I thank you sooo much for giving me the inspiration to type it out. Now, march to the bathroom with those pair of shears.

Dont tell me Ill tell u...

Not much to blog about but this:
See, last Sunday, us peeps went to Jusco. Ok. That was after church in the morning (the old faithful...), Sungei Wang and finally at the aforementioned location. Just to shop for groceries. Unfortunately we went there at a "mega sale". Meaning, all J-card holders get a discounted price as the store is trying to clear up their stocks. Malaysians, being the suckers we are, rush headlong into the fray attempting to secure a great "discount" not actually knowing that some stores actually cheat the customers by upping the price discreetly. You know what I mean.

We were running out of trolleys! It was utter chaos there. Humans swarmed around all seemingly bent on the task of "securing a good deal". Like I said, no trolleys to push your stuff along. I was entrusted with the job of finding us a trolley. Being the genius I was, I strolled outside to where people are unloading their bags of stuff into their cars, thus leaving empty, usable trolleys. Great deal, I thought. I saw a trolley about to be pushed away from the car. Animal instincts kicking in, I rushed to it. Ok. An old man who must have been the family's father or something came wheeling the trolley in. "Ok. I am gonna take over from here," I thought. Speaking in Canton, a rare occasion, I asked to have the trolley as I needed it and safely assumed they stopped using it. Then surprise. Below is a translated version of the events that ensued.

"Hey, you done with that already? I need to use it. Just give it to me thanks."

"What? You are a worker here? Nono. I am not done with it."

"But I thought you had used it finish."

"Who the heck do you think I am? A worker here? I need to use it too..."

"Ok...sorry...*sheesh..."

As the guy entered the store, he was greeted by a needy looking wife and son who was nonchalantly listening to some mp3 player. They were desperate but so was I. What could I have done??

Still. I feel thankful I have not gone too far on the kiasu attitude. This guy actually helped the other family lug in their goods so that he would be able to get the trolley. We Malaysians help with the enthusiasm of a work ox if we are guaranteed some profits. Other times when it does not seem to benefit us in any way, we leave it as it is until someone begs for our help.

Take for instance a pregnant woman in a public bus or train. She walks into the carriage and is forced to stand because people do not wish to give up their seat. Not even one of the adults offer their seat, save for a little girl. What does this woman have to do huh? Come into the carriage and shout an offer of ten bucks for someone to offer their seat? I guarantee you, almost everyone's self honour is that low a price to buy. Why not offer your seat before she asks?

On to today. I was forced to play the part of Tzu Ken in our choral speaking because he went for chess. It was pretty funny actually. Boonz is like that tall. And I am like, that tall. We were supposed to look down at Tzu Ken and up at Boonz to differentiate between them both but since Tzu Ken is not there, I had to squat a little for people to look at me. After all, rehearsals are supposed to look real. So I had to be as short as Tzu Ken..:P

We learnt this Garage Band thingy and you know what happens when people like Lek and Kel discover those Arabic or Hindi sounding tunes. Yes they ask Dharma to dance to the beat. As an insult. "Eh Dharma! Indian!" The phrase "You're fired!" comes next.
At first the phrase was "You're fired to me already." But he seemed to have shortened it.

This is the last post of this month and mebbe next month. Bleeding exams. Played dota a little and hated it. So bored already playing with the stupid AI.

That shirt is not dry. That one is smelly. Wash it again.

A stupid title. Randomness at it's best.

Today was crammed with assessments.

I was stationed in the lobby this morning with Michelle and Mr. Loy who was shouting to people to tap in their cards. Do these things actually need to be told to students? Stuff like "Please pick up your plates" and "Please tap in!!!"(ala Loy-Seng-Poh style) need not be mentioned to humans. Like how Mr Wan says "Semua manusia....." meaning only humans can understand and carry out these "tasks". I have nothing to say for those who choose not to do these fundamentally understood tasks. Orang bukan manusia. What a contradiction.

Then Puan Rok decided to surprise us with a test. Ok. Everyone thought it was a test. But how could it be? It was meant for Form 4SC2 and it's stated there on the paper. Rupa-rupanya we were actually doing disposed questions which meant that they were extras. And the plus point is, it is not an assessment. Bummer. Chee June was yelling "HAH???!!!" when she saw the paper. We usually expect the same people to say and complain about the same things. Looks like I was right. "Ahh nonono. Aiyah sure fail wan ah. I veli stupid wan." Guess who said that.

During the first 15 minutes of the Sejarah paper, Mr Rama was talking some stuff about sex and freedom of sexual speech and crap. Kelvin was going on and on about Malaysians being the most satisfied people on the planet because of sex. 40% Malaysians are satisfied about their sex life. Some smartass also quoted some crap about Japanese having the least pleasure and satisfaction about their sex life. They could sue me for writing this. Who says history and sex don't mix?

Mr Khoo took it in his stride to provide us with the formulae of electricity and stuff. Yet I did not manage to finish all the questions. Piss. Thank God Adenan rescheduled his assessment for next week. I hardly had enough time to study for Physics and play some comp games at the same time. Of course I prioritised. Comp games first.

Bio was hilarious. Jammy told us all not to copy but even if we did we are cheating to ourselves and I quote "menipu diri sendiri" and she still took it in her stride to tell us to shut our text and reference books. The duty of a teacher is never finished. She even cared if we cheated ourselves!! Sob! I feel so touched and you should too....haha. At least she was not like Miss Lim. I will tell you about that in the after the next 1 paragraph.

Ms Ranjita or Rajita or howver you spell her name was supposed to come to our class to help us with our choral speaking. Alas she never made it within a kilometer of our class. She wanted to see ("speak to" people..."SPEAK TO" NOT SEEEE!!! "Can I please see so-and-so?" yeah sure. but you are not allowed to speak to him/her. hah!) Kelvin and later he could not find her. Now who's seeing who? So no choral speaking practice. And it is on the 12th of May if I am not mistaken. We Malaysians are last minute people. That reminds me. Mr Wan wants the Laporan Kerja Amal on dunno when. Oh well.

After finishing my omelette with chinese sausages and salad and rice meal for lunch, and after that silly little mixup on who sees who, came Miss Lim's lesson. Assessment time. What joy.
I screwed up a little on the answer and guess what? I am the 1st person to get the lowest marks in the whole form. 77%. Oh joy. Please be more careful next time bub....and of course I did not get away with it that easily. She accused me of being cocky "Who ask you to be so action and talk so much with your friends? See now you get lauya results. So lauya want ah you." HAHAHA! damnit. It is really funny to get scolded by this teacher. Do not ask me why. Ask Kelvin. Oh yeah and do not forget to remind him to "say something stupid Kel..".

I love the sound of an organ.

sniff...

Had sports on Friday. It was such a blast...I mean literally. At first we went and fetched Yin Lin and went to the Cheras Football Stadium. We were supposed to climb up a mini "bukit" and jump over a little drain and Yin Lin was screaming her head off about being scared and all that. What a joke. It took her more than 5 seconds to convince herself that my sis and I made it over and were sauntering to the complex and she should buck up or be left behind. Haiah. So lauya.

Did the prefect march pass. It was the lamest march I ever took part in. Zero coordination. What a last minute affair. To cut the long story short, it was so hot that day and I was standing in the field trying to determine whether people were disqualified or not during the track events. In short, I was Mr. Umpire for the day. Went back in Lek's C-class Mercs. With an aching back of course.

Today was no better. To replace the aching back, I had a nasal problem. Sneezing like some idiot. During the WHOLE day. Oh yeah, and Keegan took my calculator. For the weekend and I got it back only today. Being without a calculator while doing Add Maths is like waltzing around naked. That was the point I passed on to him, much to his disbelieve and he said that I could share the calculator with my sis. What an ASS. I want bebola soup now Jia Min!!!!

*achoo

I feel that now I must start all blog titles with curse words but then again, my mom would say I hav great vocab, why waste ur talent? for fun...

What a disastrous morning. Got all sweaty in my prefect uniform and arrived at school. Thank goodness it was just 8 flights of stairs to get to my class. That's quite near is it not? After taking a million steps to the 4th floor, I am greeted by really colourful classmates. In house T-shirts. What the hell. I rush to get changed into my house tee and guess what happens when I get back? We have to get down to the school hall for an "impromptu" assembly. Damn it, our school is getting really good at doing this last minute shit.

We were all briefed about sports day and the morning's agenda. Oh I anticipated this day! I did! Really! Rriiigght. I did not anticipate the sports practice or anything. You should have seen the prefects marching. What a Laugh Out Loud. Embarrassment. Humiliation. So few prefects want to march.

On more happier notes, I got this:

Hahaha! Oh yes! Reading time. Homework? Take a backseat.

Books will be the bane of my studies, but the essence of my soul! sob!! (my ass you melodramatic queen, i mean king..)

I have finished A Year in The Merde in less than 2 days. What brilliance! Oh yeah! Oh MY God. This book is really one of a kind. Specialising in spilling the beans in a journalist's point of view and not less an account of a spicy diary, this book certainly rocks. A classic read but unfortunately it is not meant for people who do not appreciate interracial activities (find out what kinda activities I am talking about..hehe..). Definitely a good read..(I am starting to have a book reviews blog like Jia Min...)

In-All-Obviousness:
This book is certainly one of my most favourite that came from a Jap author (not discriminating or anything, but it is just that I rarely read translated stuff unless it is really good literature as translated works lose their shine after people happen to translate it and in order for a novel to be great, it has to have a lot more and more shine so it will not dull after translation...what long windedness). Baseless accusations on this novel made by yet-again-bloom's-oh-so-unappreciative-wife Jia Min are indeed a waste of time. This book does not cover porn or any indecent acts but a whole lot more wholesome reading fun. It leaves the readers to imagine for themselves what it is like to be in Kafka's oh-so-exciting world. This book is not porn! It's literature glazed with a bit of sugary goodness (or badness whichever way you look at it) and my metaphors are as good as his already. Got a hell of an imagination? Get this book from Keegan or Wei Li of Form 5Sc1.



And on to my main points which are accumulated throughout this oh-so-graciously-pissy day.

1. Parents, let us all do an assessment on your child's behaviour in and out of the house. Ok.
In The House: The oh-so-holy-and-sweet-angel: your child.
Out Of The House: The oh-so-holy-shit-devil: also, alas, your child.
What is this? A case of Jekyll and Hyde-ism? No parents. It is your dysfunctional family upbringing. Blame yourselves and come the day when you look at God in the eye, do not ever said that you had tried your best, liar.
Reasons: This little twit this morning came over to where I was standing like a statue just to give a public speech on how "my Godbro was insulted and adding that it took someone of that stature to bring him down" as I told him as he was rushing up the stairs to chase the devil (or rather go up to class) not to be so childish. Naturally, his retort was as stated above. His little sentences carefully concocted to hurt the mightiest of people did little to even graze me though it actually meant that he wanted to make me lose my dignity. Rather, I have lost my hope in our future generation. Guys, those of you who deem yourselves as smart better leave the country and get a pr in some other place. With kids like these you can expect chaos instead of peace to reign during their rule.
During my rule over the stairs during lunch, came along this uncouth kid who said some Cantonese sentences thinking that me, an English speaking Chinese who does not appreciate his roots would not be able to understand (of course I seeked clarification later from Tan Sri Choo). He actually cursed my whole entire family six feet underground. Meaning he hoped for them to die aka "ham ka chan?" whoo. My hope loosed further. God please help me not to deface the prefectorial board's name and give further excuse for someone else to saunter in as a "special guest" to comment on the prefectorial board's inadequacy and disability to have something called intrapersonal skills aka give that guy an oh-so-neat kick in his family descendants line (you know what I mean).

Do not think we are helpless just because we do not dish out justice. Just give me the word, and I will wreak havoc, I promise you all that. No mercy from me, ever again.