School reopens tomorrow. Perfect. Bore us out with the stupid holidays and have an exam right after that. Ask me whether I am thrilled that the assessment is on Monday.
Le vostre parole mi rendono l'amore.
Deine Wörter bilden mich Liebe
Today was so eventful the most avid and willing listener of mine will fall asleep.
We had planned the night before to go jogging at KLCC today morning at 7.30 and fortunately (or unfortunately whichever way you look at it) we woke up at 9.30. Oh well. Talk about sleeping in.
Ate some more sweet glutinous rice cakes for breakfast. That was all. Lunch was a scrappy affair. What the heck. Found out that Andrea Bocelli's Sentimento was sooo much like some kind of opera music! Wow! My favourite now. Had Sentimento quite some years back. Romanza was even later but I have not realised that his music was this good until now. I told my mom it was good music and she asked me about the title of the cd. I said Sentimento and said that it was really cheerful and ala-opera but she cut me down and said that sentimento meant sentimental. Talk about opening my big mouth and adding some "educated" remarks. Oh well.
Procrastinated (something quite unusual for someone of his stature..hhmph) about Encik Iskhandar's work i.e. the youth today topic for the essay. I do not have the will to write anything. Well, Ming was right. "How can you write something passionate about our youth? Youth power?" Oh well.
Listened to more music. Listened to my sister moan about my choice of music. Procrastinated some more. Attempted to study History. Failed miserably and took a nap. Oh well. Can I stop using that stupid line? No. Oh well.
Today was slack off day. So will the next 2 days to come. Might as well enjoy my holidays.
The pen is mightier than the sword. But I will say in this modern world the fingers are mightier than the gun. Hah.
Wow. Yesterday was....very enlightening. Isabell's sister who was almost non-existant to me (well, not exactly non-existant, I knew her name but not really that close to her. Ok. Never spoke to her before until yesterday.) was speaking to me. Oh well. Thanks to this little competition, I get to meet new people.
There's this new group of people: girls named Maggie and Sarah. Guy named Vik. Pretty friendly with them.
Screwed up on the Oral Interpretation today. Shit!!! But hey. I am a newbie. I guess that's a pretty legitimate reason to lose to the pros. Pooped at Duet Acting too. Hope Wei's not that disappointed. Jack Worthing! You are the worst role I have ever taken on! No more gentlemen roles for me. I suck at being royalty.
There is this guy named George Bull. Whew. He was a heartthrob to the girls ( I assume he was) and he could act. Oh well. Some people have it got it coming really good early.
Tomorrow is the finals. I would like to dedicate this post to Keegan and Ju Piau who will be in the semis and hopefully in the finals tomorrow. Let us all pray that at least Sri Garden has a debate team winning. (Thank me Keegan...)
Bloody busy today. Ok. Not that busy. Still. There was that "preview" in the hall that comtributed quite a lot of stress on me. But what the heck. Then there was the issue of the submittal of the script for Duet Acting. Crap. Everyone (I am not going to mention who) were complaining about Ms Mabil. Me excluded. At least I have respect for that old lady. Unlike some people.
Mr Is. also highlighted the prospect of publishing a little collection of stories which Wei Li will garner from guess whos....The Students Of Form 5Sc1. Hoohah. I would of course like to write when I am in a fit of passion and not in the midst of preparing for the retarded examinations. Bloody....
Just finished reading Isabell's post. Realised that her brother is indeed cute. As I was making my way out of the hall with her and my sis after school which was at about 3.50 (which was technically still during school hours for Isabell...), along came her cute brother. Yelled. Hugged his sister. That was cute. Except that I never had that chance to do that to my sis. I am a big buffalo right now. Not an infant.
Received Shuya's email reply. Replied it. Thank God for my wits. I had deleted the full stop in his email and sent it as I had tried to send an email to an address with a full stop and that annoying Mail Daemon failure crap popped out the next instant in my inbox.
Reply fast Sarah Huynh!!!
Hark. Today marks the traumatic departure of our honoured guest that I will never forget. Ok, that sounded fake.
I am saddened deeply by the departure of our new friend whom I have made good friends with for the past 3days. This sucks. Depression sets in. I always get depressed after these kind of events take place i.e. the saying of good byes. I hate good byes. This is the first and most hated...HATED thing in my life. To utter a good bye. Approximately 24 hours ago, we were running through Mid Valley in search of some stupid eggs and yoghurt drink for some little "race" organised by my (God's) church and now, he's somewhere in Kuala Lumpur and I do not know where. So near yet so far. They will probably be departing on Tuesday.
Picture this:
You go on a walk on the beach. You leave little foot imprints in the soft sand. Along comes a wave. It washes the print which gradually becomes level with the sand again.
That footprint in the soft sand represents the emptiness left when someone leaves. The wave represents time.
This certainly quite proves the saying that time and tide waits for no man. Either you overcome the loss or wallow in self pity.
Let me just recall their names for a last time.
Shuya Tsuchiya. Yuka Kimura. Michiro __, Tomo__,
hmmm...who else...gah! Those people are last standing Japanese names which I seem to recall only. The rest...forgotten.
"Those who put their hand on the plow and still look back are never fit for the Kingdom."
The emceeing thing yesterday was a blast!! Mr Gan BK recognised my talent (whatever....) and said
"Thank you John..."
Then continued his speech. Wait. He did say thank you John right? Many people thought he called me something else. What the heck. But before that Mr Khaw was kind of impatient towards the end of the his speech and did not allow the translator/teacher of Hokuryo to translate his sentence as he chopped in the middle of her translation and said thank you.
Then after all the hoohah and ceremonies, we finally get to know each other in the badminton hall. Walked through the throngs of Hokuryo and Sri Gardeners and went searching for the YB. Damn friendly guy. Saw him amongst his two buddies sitting down. These oh-so-polite people offered me their egg sandwiches. But I did not accept. After all, they are guests. Chatty mood and atmosphere coming into play. They were great people. Seriously.
After making a series of gestures and waves and broken up phrases in sentences, I had managed to convince him to stay with his buddies in the school hall after I brought him out of the badminton hall. Then I went along to help the prefects to take groups of students to the classrooms to have fun with the students (SSGers) in it. Kist asked whether I was busy flirting with her friend (Isabell) and I did not know what to say....
Met this Japanese girl Yuka Kimura in that group. Nice person. Then we (Mugen and I) left them in a class (form 2E??) full of hooligans. But not without getting a snide remark made by Mr Iskhandar in the corridor:
"Taking advantage of them (Yuka and her friend...another girl...) huh?"
What could I do?? I was at the back of that group while Mugen was in front of the group chatting with the guys....(like he was helpless to do so...)
But the girls were nice all the same. That was why I felt so mean when I left them alone to fend for themselves in a vile classroom. (ok...I was stereotyping back then. But what could I do? They all acted like what I predicted i.e. wild and unruly.) Managed to pass the message that they should remain in the classrooms until called out and we (Mugen and I) were leaving them there through Yuka who let me use that nifty electronic translator which they all had with them.
Canteen food was much better that day...(duh! the Japanese students were there...) and che and I had coupons...so we got them free!!! And then we went back to the hall for the "handing-over" ceremony...that was a stupid name for a ceremony...its like the police were handing over convicts to transferred prisons...
Left the hall with Shuya and sis. Met many peeps on the way who exclaimed over the guy...(Sui Yee, some primary school kids who were jealous of me having Shuya...and many more..)
Met Yuka (again..) and told her to enjoy time with her host...what a nice guy I am...
That guy's luggage was like rocks...heavy shit.
He was sooo polite about removing his blazer. Wow. I did not realise how polite he could be until this morning...
He showed me his sketch book in the house and it said that he would like to be a nursery teacher. That seemed to explain itself i.e. how the primary kids got attracted to him...
He liked to draw and wanted to make a little sketch of us.
Went to Aquaria at 3.00. Met Wei Li and Michiro there. Saw the sights. Looks like Aquaria is not really Aquaria. It had some jungle stuff too. The guys were fascinated. Nice scorpions...
They liked the big fishes....nice. Then we all walked to Kinokuniya to lookie at some bookies. Mostly manga anyway. They were all in Chinese Mandarin characters that they could not read them. Oh well...
Took Shuya to Petaling Street a.k.a. Chinatown. Freaking kitanai.(dirty) But before that we took him to the Hindu and Buddhist temples. Then after the dirty streets of Petaling we went to eat some chinese food. He does not like curry and squid. Checked. No squid. He likes cucumbers. Checked.
We went to the Eye On Malaysia. At first he was quite apprehensive and feigned shaking legs and fainting spells. But he went anyway after much forcefulness on my part....hehe.
It was nice. German and Swiss technology rocks. Shuya was always worried about accidents. We went home and slept at 12.30am.
Today was another episode which I might be able to type out tomorrow.
Hey hey...guess what. My wish to overload myself with activities has finally been fulfilled. And I make this day known as the First Day of the Year 2007 When John did not Finish His Homework. God knows how long this shit will continue. I cannot take it anymore. I feel rather stupid right now as I am complaining that I still have unfinished business and still I chose to go online. Oh well...
This morning was hectic. Ok. Not really. Had a little rehearsal at the hall. Master of ceremonies thing. For the "day-the-Japanese-people-arrive-at-Sri-Garden" a.k.a. Friday. Nothing that tough. Had physical ed after that. Smelly bloody white shirt. Better remind myself to soak it in Clorox a.k.a. chlorine when I get back i.e. now. But I still have not done anything about the smelly shirt. Nice going...
Did a little presentation in front of Ms. Chan (whose name I always confuse with the name Ms. Susan...watever...) Well, had a little screw up on the intonation. Duh...
Had a couple of Dunkin Doughnuts (mocha and strawberry) which my sis and I bought from the Interact people (my sis is an Interact-er herself..). Quite pleasant tasting things. Ok. They taste damn good. Though I thought that strawberry was gay. Damn. I am gay. But I am NOT a gay. There is a difference between those both sentence structures for those dumbasses among you who do not know the difference. Pardon the insult. It was intended.
Tired. And the Japanese guy is going to come on Friday. The house...in a mess. Crap.
Someone really made me happy this morning. I was like "Crap, some people really read crap..."(i.e. my blog...)
UJP: He's just being too bloody modest..
"Oh yeah, I've read your blog. I also blog about random stuff."
"Feel free to post any comments."
"Oh, I did."
Something like that went on this morning not exactly in verbatim but it did add a bit of light footed-ness to my step. Do not take it the wrong way.
While on my way up the main stairs, Kelvin was on the third floor and resorted to shouting "Faggot!!"!" while I was doing my usual morning exercise. Oh well. Talk about having good friends. Talk about the way they greet you and brighten your day in the morning by mouthing an obscenity. Just because I was late (7.39 when I signed in....). Thanks Kelvin. Hope you can do better than that next time i.e. shouting "FUCKER!!!" while a parent/teacher is standing beside you and while I am double stepping the stairs....I like eating crabs by the way. If they were not that expensive and did not have seasons, I would be eating them by the dozen...hehe.....
I had also unearthed my Physics lab report book in class. I had wrongly accused my sister the night before of stealing my book. Oh well. All those whackings and ala GESTAPO tortures were for nothing. Sorry che...(that was all he could manage...)
Do not worry. John did not hit her. He exaggerates...right??
Let me see....anything funny the teachers did today? Yeah. The most memorable one was the 'Rocky' incident. Betcha my sis already had this down. But what the heck.
Jia Min would also recall fondly that this incident had happened to her before. Amanda got man-handled by Puan "Rocky" Rokiah i.e. tickled until point of no return i.e. the person which the tickling is done onto is getting really tickled and starts retaliating i.e. whacking back.
So far, I have noticed Puan "Rocky" Rokiah doing this quite often. Maybe we might have another incident in March. Maybe she is clocking up on experience on how to tickle people. Heck, she does it sooo well. You rock Rocky.
Then we go through the usual lab thing. (chemistry...) The nitrogen dioxide was getting kind of out of hand and so the lab assistant veto-ed that we all will not have to do the nitrate experiment. But it looked kind of fun though Boon Hong was nearly dead i.e. swooning with his handkerchief...something quite rare for a person of his stature and he is rarely seen with his handkerchief in his nose unlike yours truly. Heck, they even printed the stupid photo of me in India sneezing in the conference room. Shit. In the freaking yearbook. I was a laugh. But I was not laughing. Hah.
Observed my sis and Keshinn do their duet act thing...Keshinn was bitching that I was looking at them performing and she felt uncomfortable. Well! Everyone!!!! Keshinn hates performing in front of a crowd!!
Wei came over. Ate lunch. Practiced our act. Watched the CD on the Variety concert last year. Made some cynical comments. Laughed. "Ahh"ed and "Ohh"ed over the dances. Left.
Depressed people actually take it in their stride to relieve the world of depression and do so by listening to songs like Andrea Bocelli. My mom dislikes him sooo much to the extent that she gave me all her AB CDs. Should have been there to see the look of pure bliss on my face.
Are you depressed? Call me.
Yesterday was crappy. The only reason that I am typing an old entry is that Khoo Sze Yen used the laptop until God-knows-what-time. Not that I do not deprive her of it often enough.
Well, the DA video could not be watched yesterday because some major people who are participating cannot make it i.e. they have to attend the Big L meeting. Literature, wonder why Nazi did not take it. I mean, she reads a a lot of poems or so she claims. And now she says that Literature was too difficult to take. Bull crap. Unless of course she feels overburdened like some people who choose to exert themselves.
Another nicety. We had Bio extra class today. Lord. Then Ken Vin was like
"Buy something for me at BAM. I am going to be kind of busy so I cannot follow you." Yeah, busy lipping someone. Bloody hell. Okok. I still owe him some thanks as he "treated" me to some of the loose change after purchasing his stuff. The Dharma was "John buy stuff for me"ing..
I was talking to Nazeera the whole while while going to that infamous mart. Keshinn was trailing behind and feeling left out. Not that I intended for that to happen but it was kind of funny seeing her sulk. I cannot help myself from talking soooo much. Too bad. Then when we were there, a few people were pointedly commenting about the amount of 'goods' I was purchasing which amounted to RM9.90. Holy crap. Nazi gave me some 2 bucks off the books!! How generous. But after that, she requested some money from me as she did not have 20 cent. What a laugh. But I discovered that I had 2 bucks (Dharma's) in my breast pocket. And my immense genius made me exclaim out aloud the imminent fact and had Nazeera taking it away from me as repayment (another inevitable imminent fact). Damn, jsut shut your big mouth idiot! $#%&! Hope I do not sound ungrateful.....
Then later while at home at 9-ish pm, I happened to stumble upon somebody's blog (ok, I was doing mindless surfing) and it said that this certain somebody's (whose link I got from another person who got it from another person who got it from another soul somewhere....) interests are Jesus Christ....ok. When I read these first two words I thought the girl was like
"Jesus Christ, they even ask this kind of shit!" (ok, that was a sin which I committed by using God's name in vain but it is a necessary evil in order to express myself...ok...it was unnecessary...)
But when I read the second interest: The Holy Bible...
I was saying to myself (another crazy habit monologuing "Lord God, some one really loves you" in that sarcastic way.
It was then I saw that this girl openly professes that she loves Christian music. She even joined a blogring about it. Well, looks like someone shines brighter than John Khoo himself. (I produce a dull shine mind you...)
Call me evil, call me pansy, call me bitch, call me asshole.
Frankly speaking, one liners like those will never change me. After all, it is my decision to change for the greater good...for no one but myself.
So, please do not be surprised that I do not retaliate to certain comments and insults. (Keshinn, you suck...)
And so, I will begin with my fresh and monotonous Monday. Except that, today was a special day. Read on to find out what is so special about this day.
I started today with a song stuck in my head.
I had arrived fresh in school, only to be confronted by the fact that I am still going to look after the canteen section, whether I like it or not. And it's during break and lunch. Well! If the winds may be sooo kind, please stay until next week. Then you may leave. The canteen is kind of hot. The wind soothed me and Euu Min today during lunch.
Oh yeah, assembly time. No one had pretty much to say. Encik Iskhandar was highlighting his concept of good and bad students by way of analogy: The winners and losers.
This is so a few dim witted (if you are offended by this post, please make a public proclamation in the chatbox so I may identify the dim witted majority) people will not take it to offence but people like me(I am not claiming to be a genius) can interpret it as otherwise. I can see through analogies. Or at least I think I can. As he was presenting his speech, I noticed a few people(I will not scoff or mention their names...) poking themselves. Oh well...dimmies.
Jammy taught for 20 minutes today what she purported as a new syllabus for the Form Five this year. Lets all face it. We will always have new syllabuses every year. Something about the heart and blood pressure. Let me look through it later. Mr Khoo arrived about 30 minutes later while Jammy was teaching(let me remind you, 40 minutes are allocated for each slot and Jammy has coincidentally 1 slot for the day only. Since she was giving a piece of her mind to us prefects in the hall after assembly, we practically went for break as soon as she had stopped her speech i.e. at 11.13...that's 20 minutes of her lesson in 5Sc1 gone) and asked her to stop and release us all from her custody and allow us to make our way to the Physics lab. I had found Distraction there. After the mind boggling experiment, Khoo went on explaining about the interference of the waves and the superposition of the waves and...boom!!! Distraction hit me in the face. Sleep, whom I was already familiar with, whispered some secret in my ear...,"Go to sleep..."
I tried to ignore it, only to find Distraction. The lighting during Mr. Khoo's explanation did not help:it was semi dark as no one (including myself) had taken the initiative to switch on the lights. Easy come, easy go. In left ear, out right ear. Hopes he goes through it again on the next class. Hoooohum...
Chemistry was not that bad. But history was. Crap.
After lunch, Mr. Rama appeared in the class before I did.(canteen...remember??)
And for the first time in my entire life in school, I slept for an uninterrupted 5 minutes before being 'rudely' awakened. Mr Rama did that 'tegur' thing and went on to say that sleeping on Sunday afternoons are bad. And I quote, "Do not make sleeping on Sunday afternoons a habit!"
He said with conviction. Oh yeah, did I fail to mention that I had an ear on and the other off while he was discussing something while I was sleeping?
I slept only because he was not discussing the paper with us. He was talking about the Altantuya murder case with some fellow classmate of mine. (trying to justify his dishonourable actions) Hey! I had the right to sleep!!!
Oh yeah, and earlier in the day, I had found out the Japanese guy's name. Shuya Tsuchiya. I'll call you Tsuch!(has he any right to do so???) And so, he will arrive with all the fanfare on the 9th of February.
Made a discovery. The more sick stuff you continue to read, the meaner and sicker you get. I have read Stephen King like mad since I was, what? 15? Which was last year but a year makes hell of a lot of difference to a person. And now, I think darker and more cynically. Trying to improve actually. By not reading any more King. But still, there's still Lisey's Story and Cell for me to lay ownership to. Only thing is my mom will scream if I ever mention his name.
John: Hey ma, how bout Dean Koontz??
Mom: Don't even think about it.
But honestly, George Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four is all I can think about nowadays. Animal Farm left me craving for more.
Read any good books lately? (do not say Harry Potter. Everyone knows Rowling writes good books. So does Paulo Coelho.)
Tell me something I do not know.
Have you ever tried lifting your cupbord or chest of chest of drawers containing clothes? I have. And guess what, it was quite light. Which goes without saying that I have a very small selection of clothes. In a drawer. And I cleared my room already! The room is just waiting for the Japanese boy to set foot in and either scream in horror or gasp in amazement (either he gets frightened by the messy state of it or he is not surprised).
This morning was rather a buzz. The Star Studded Student Council voting time is now here!!(was you mean....) And guess what. I was left out in the carrying of the ballot boxes!! Damn you whoever-who-so-dared-to-take my place!! Ok. There were too many people. What the hell.
The sports meet after that was comprised mainly of sitting down. Then this military guy (ok, he was from some military school before and he came here specifically to sit for the SPM I guess.) was giving us some demos (a student mind you) on how to march like a hero. Whew. Then this lameass complained that his leg was sprained when he played basketball earlier and needed to rest (if you are just bored and tired with marching, why not say so?). Ladidadida.
Was sitting around the chemistry lab after that. Waiting for the results of an experiment. Wasting time. Chatting a bit.The a couple of groups of prefects came in and started the voting thing. They left. Wasted more time. Packed up and went back to class. Then went to the teachers' lounge to count the votes. Nik you mean pig! Never waited for me!!! Ok. So nobody waited for nobody. As soon as ever class had voted, they rushed tot he lounge and started counting already. And I was entrusted with the task of counting the 'undi rosak'. Surprise surprise. Here we said specifically to vote a cross in only one box and do not scrawl your name or anything else on the paper and I had like what? 28 'undi rosak'? Sri Garden has unofficially have more than 28 confirmed idiots who cannot listen to instructions in school. From this statistic, I can most certainly predict our SPM and PMR results for this year.
Went home at about 1.35 because my sis had to practice her duet acting with Keshinn. Wei came over at like 2.30 to rehearse with me. She ate lunch here. Hoped you enjoyed it Wei!!
Bottomline for rehearsal: I am getting into the role if British Jack Worthing a.k.a. Ernest worthing. Hell, I do not pretend to be a pro but I sound like him. Save for the somewhat squeaky voice which came from the cold I have. Haha.
I also found out that, when learning a new language, make sure you do your homework as soon as possible and not leave it to the last minute. Trust me. I learnt it the hard way. But I still have reasons i.e. had too much to do during the week. Which includes having Wei Li over twice (including today) and having Bio extra class on Tuesday. I'll be butched.
And here I am, sitting in front of the laptop typing. Ask me whether I finished my homework and I would say every one of them. Hah.
"Show me someone who finishes his/her work on time and I will show you a self proclaimed nerd."
Not that I care about that label, do you?
Frankly speaking, dear neighbour who burns rubbish every evening, morning and night, either for religious or cheap skate reasons, u suck. What would make you stop?? Me stopping and gasping for breath in front of your squatter house and begging for mercy in between rasping breaths? the government coming and knocking at your wooden door? You think you are poor? Then what is with that Astro dish?...asshole. As I have proclaimed in the title of this post, I will not allow this nonsense to continue. You shall stop right now!
UnderpaidJohnPatroniser: Yeah. You should. But then again, he might die anytime sooner or later. Its life. Go ahead and continue to burn rubbish (which might include yourself). Knock yourself out.
Well, I have certainly noticed that people tend to type more great-to-read stuff (or rubbish in this case) when they are in a passionate fury or any kind of 'emo'. In my case, I am in an emotional fury and I shall scream for justice!!! *koff koff......( UJP:.....u suck...)
Yeah, and we (form 5sc1) were the last to receive our school magazines for the year 2006. The very last people. Talk about prioritising. Mutt....
The whole entire class stank of the freshly printed and stinking ink of the magazine. I thought I nearly died. And coming to think of it, I actually presevered to bring back that nice (stupid) thick book back here without fainting. And now I am close to passing out because of the incense. The burning of the sweet smelling incense. I am currently incensed. Crap. Do not remind me of that smell. Ok. So we all learn in Moral classes to tolerate these kind of things. Yeah. I would LOVE to see you tolerate it when you have to smell it every blessed day. Riddance has never been better, good.
We had 4 Bahasa Melayu periods today. FOUR!!!!! That means seeing Rokky for....what? 2 hours and 40 minutes? Ok. At least the last two periods were bearable. We went to the library to looks for stuff to write on. Malay stuff, bear in mind. Ken Vin, once again, is my other half!!.....I mean partner. (idiot) Made some kind of mind map. And guess guess guess, it is for the 1st assessment. Nice...
Stupid things pop up when you are most vulnerable.
What can possibly be worse than this?? (when in the movies, someone foolish enough says this and something worse comes out of it. Oh well, in this case, foolish=John. misfortune=foolish words. Therefore John=misfortune)
"The time will come when the winnowing fan of the Lord will clear the floor and chaff will be separated from grain. The grain, He will gather and store, but the chaff He will throw in a fire that will never go out."
Today was not exactly boring as it had quite a few elements of a storyline added into it.
Today started out with Jammy getting in a yell at me "Ini bukan benda ketawa ini ha!" when she spotted me coming down late. Well, at first I was "rushing" upstairs with my sis and saw her. I do not avoid Jammy naturally so I said hi! (like she's his best friend or something...) and sauntered upstairs. Guess guess guess. Went down like 5 minutes later and she "screamed" that statement at me. Well! I was jsut gonna attend to my morning duties ok?? haha. No offence Jammy. (she is kinda like my favourite teacher coz she can take a joke or two...but you better not be on her wrong side)
Went up after that to listen to some dronings...Ken Vin came in perspirating like some dog..hahah! I was no better. Bla bla bla....
Assembly. This should be interesting. Indeed it was. After reading someone's post, I was pained to see that I was a pain to that certain person!!! Waaaaa!! *dramatic music plays like some kind of funeral song...something like that.
Oh yeah. And Nazeera has changed from liking soft boned guys to really big mouthed guys. I knew there was something weird about this Nasir. Last time it was graciousness and loveness and then after that was a soft spoken you-know-who that we all know about. Now it is about a certain guy whose mouth must be where his money is or else he would certainly be a all talk no show kind of person. I am confused. (not that I care...)
Oh yeah. Another thing. I 'halau'ed Keegan from his place today. All just to hang my blazer. Haha. Take that. I mean, the blazer has to be aired should it not? After all, guys sweat more than girls and this makes them more susceptible to BO....hah. (wanna sniff me? I bet I smell good 99% of the time...I am all yours.......ok. Forget I ever made an invitation.)
All was pretty boring for the rest of the day. Some kid dissed me off when she was using her silly handphone in the class I was 'shoo'ing (makes them sound like cows whereas we are the herders. Cow Herd!!) and I requested that she stopped using it. She gave me that look and did the bitch act i.e. flinging of hair and continueation of usage of the utility her parents should not have pampered with. I mean, she is sooo ungrateful and starts using it in class and obviously made an open invitation to me to relieve her of it. I after all, have a brick for a handphone (which I am quite glad of sometimes as I often drop this 'brick').
Went for some jogging at bout 5.30 to 6.15. Bla bla.
Life would have been boring if not for some certain experiences. It certainly would would it not?
After all the 'hustle and bustle' today (meaning I was quite free for the rest of the day i.e. 1.00 to now...) I had managed to think up of some stuff that I really would feel like doing this year. I mean, what does one who has about 10 more hours of free time on a Sunday do? Waste time in the shopping malls? I might do that if I were from a family of some degree of social and financial standing. Problem is, I am just a normal person (or abnormal, depending on what angle you look at it) who has not much things to do on a Sunday except iron his clothes i.e. uniform for the rest of the week. I was sooo busy thinking of what I was going to do for the rest of the year I even ironed a few more extra shirts i.e. some dinner shirts for the fun of it.
List of pondered items on What To Do For The Rest Of The Year
1. Cook extra special dishes. This means I have seriously got to put in more time into peeling veggies and cooking pasta and the like. This is certainly going to take up more time.
2. Paying more attention during history classes. But I think that the only chapter I will be paying attention on is World War 2. Wait. I might sleep too. It is in BM. What a disappointment. Good night....
3. Attend some MUN conferences. KLMUN is on the 3rd of March until the 5th of March! I cannot wait! Another selling point is that it is after the first assessment. Time for more work to be done. I am a work horse! Hhrrruumphhh! (one hell of a crazy one for not wanting to enjoy his holidays after the 1st assessment)
4. Learn some dancing moves. I have to at least learn how to dance to properly present myself for the school prom night for 5th formers and invited ones. Hah! We will see. Wait. This should be priority number one.
We will see. (P.S. This phrase is patented and is only intended for the use of yours truly for the next 100 years.)
Underpaid John Patroniser: We'll see.
I have managed to come up with some stuff to say.
1. Wei Li and I approached Ms. Mano about finding a script for our little duet acting and she had suggested Oscar Wilde. That nice guy? I thought to myself. Nevertheless, I will try to put up with that fact and plod on with reading the play "The Importance Of Being Ernest". I have to shamefully admit that the first time I heard Ms. Mano say the plays name, I heard "The Importance Of Being A Nurse". Talk about being deaf.
2. Keegan broke the glass 'peep window' of our class' door. It was a stupid mistake even though he said it was an honest one. I agree with Ken Chong. He was on his way out on a usual teacher assignment and I bet he was feeling rather shitty as he usually gets lap dog work from various teachers as they can count on him. You have my sympathy but not empathy, Keegan. Too bad.
3. I was allegedly accused of calling someone bloody stupid while fulfilling my duties as a prefect and lap dog. This dude was jumping recklessly over his class' tables and miraculously not getting jammed in the middle and rendering himself impotent. Then I said that the classroom is not his house where he can break his balls whenever he likes. Then after that before exiting the forth floor main entrance, he had that 'cari pasal' look and that was when he accused me of calling him bloody stupid. Oh well....
4. Isabell was threatening to strangle me with my tie. I did something I had not done in a long time. I challenged her to do so. Wow. Death by strangling of own tie. Betcha Mr. Rama had plenty of Near Death Experiences in this case. his tie is sooooooo tiny.....perhaps his wife had a sudden rush of something for him every morning when she ties his tie. Whew....do not say I said that.
5. Got a miserable 6 votes to be the platoon leader in Scouts. As usual, none other than Isabell Zubinsha suggested that name. John. And to add salt further, she said that she wanted to see me suffer. I have nothing else to say about that.
That's 5 points made today. What success. Give John an undeserved clap just to make him feel good. That's my boy/girl.
What does everyone think about the ripple tank? Or maybe the stroboscope?
Let's face it. School is something of paramount importance in one's life whether one likes it or not. Ok. Then there is the part where we get to R&R during break and lunch times. Then there is the unceasing drone of History to deal with. Solution. Sleep in class for the last 5 minutes during Mr. Rama's lesson. You would need it if you were experiencing what I have been through. I do not believe that the word 'tiring' sums it all. it has to be added with some adjective. How bout 'bloody'? Bloody tiring? Nonono. Dead tired. Yeah. Now there's a hyperbole which all of us can deal with.
As I sit here hunched (and trying not to) over the laptop, I kept wondering about something sick. How much would it take to break someone's heart? Just how much? That question has been playing in my mind for what would seem like eternity and I do not think it will ever cease.
And I kept wondering, why does Stephen King look so horrid? At this age, he looks like some kind of monster. Do not believe me?
What drives people to commit suicide?
Nowadays, I tend to be more careful with myself.
Do not think of me as someone sick. I will get rid of that thought right here right now.....done.
Just a little something to think of the next time you decide to murder someone verbally. Like I always do.
"Sticks and stones may break my bones. Words can never hurt me"
I hereby declare that stupid statement a fraud and ceremonially ban it.
It's words that can break the strongest of men. It drives them to do crazy things.
Have you done anything crazy in your life? I know I have not and I plan not to.
Ok. Let's face it. Anyone can write something or another. Be it some factual essay (which majority of my classmates absolutely ADORE to do), a story (which require's a certain amount of creativity which most of my classmates do not have..that is not to say that I can write too...) or some informal article. But what I notice most when I write or type anything of my own, there has to be an initial feeling or passion. Hate (no...dislike is a better form, I do not hate), love or happiness. Whatever. Then only will the ideas begin to flow out and the little article becomes a little more interesting. You cannot force someone to write.
Neither can you force someone to play the piano. In this aspect, my sister has been giving me quite a lot of encouragement to open that dreaded piano once again. The beautiful and sorrowful tunes of Clayderman or Mozart can often knock on that unknown or forgotten door of music and that is when you know, music has to come out and greet you another time. Yet again.
So guys, writing will not always come out forced (except when you are sitting for an essay exam....I do not blame you...as if I would. But your English teacher would...) and there has to be a certain pre-existent feeling.
