Exams...
Exams... Chong
Exams... Siw Hua
Exams... Rhema
Exams... Linkin Park groupie.
Glee
He got bracesHe got braces
He got braces
He got braces
He got braces
He got braces
He got braces
He got braces
He got braces
He got braces
I'm here to taunt. You know who you are.
National Service
Two years ago, I made fun of Kenny Voon when he was chosen for National Service. Now, my fate awaits me.
Fear, anxiety and anticipation gripped me when Melanie burst into the classroom, announcing that the list of 2009's National Service batch is out. Rhema, Linda and I exchanged looks of horror. As fast as our legs could carry us, we dashed down a flight of stairs and across the school grounds to the Resource Room. Breathless and panting, we hogged the Internet. I dominated the mouse.
The Internet connection was so bloody slow. Pretty soon, about ten of our classmates and schoolmates joined us in the Resource Room. Tension and fear lingered in the air, almost choking us. It felt like a few hundred centuries before the page finished loading. There was that box on the page, asking for our Identification Card numbers, glaring at us sinisterly.
I took in a deep breath and typed my Identification Card number. I waited, waited and waited some more. Finally, the page loaded and it read that I am not selected for National Service. I cheered joyfully and celebrated the good news. However, my bubble of euphoria burst when I realized that was the list of those selected for the 2008 batch.
Turns out, the counselor got our years mixed up and thought we were the 2008 batch. Another false alarm. However... not for long. Gulps.
Fear, anxiety and anticipation gripped me when Melanie burst into the classroom, announcing that the list of 2009's National Service batch is out. Rhema, Linda and I exchanged looks of horror. As fast as our legs could carry us, we dashed down a flight of stairs and across the school grounds to the Resource Room. Breathless and panting, we hogged the Internet. I dominated the mouse.
The Internet connection was so bloody slow. Pretty soon, about ten of our classmates and schoolmates joined us in the Resource Room. Tension and fear lingered in the air, almost choking us. It felt like a few hundred centuries before the page finished loading. There was that box on the page, asking for our Identification Card numbers, glaring at us sinisterly.
I took in a deep breath and typed my Identification Card number. I waited, waited and waited some more. Finally, the page loaded and it read that I am not selected for National Service. I cheered joyfully and celebrated the good news. However, my bubble of euphoria burst when I realized that was the list of those selected for the 2008 batch.
Turns out, the counselor got our years mixed up and thought we were the 2008 batch. Another false alarm. However... not for long. Gulps.
The Pearl
Our English teacher made us divide ourselves up into groups and do a comic strip of The Pearl. Here's my part that I spent half an hour finishing and I am pretty sure that I strayed away pretty far from the original story in The Pearl.
HE CAN BAAAAAAKE!!! The sky has fallen.
HE CAN BAAAAAAKE!!! The sky has fallen.
I Will Not Curse Her
The weather hates me. I brought my camera to school on Monday to snap some photos of the school for the banner but the sky turned grey, raindrops splattered down for the whole day and my mission to snap photos was aborted. But then my day brightened when my Biology teacher took out a skeleton for us to prod around. Now, let's move on to the highlight of my day.This morning during assembly, I caught sight of that teacher. Ultra black face. I predicted that there will be an unnecessary unleash of contained anger again in class later for something nobody did and I was right. It doesn't take a genius or a gypsy to predict that anyway. I lost count of the number of times she has leashed her wrath out without a good reason on my class.
We were scathingly stamped onto the ground that we are proud and think that we are overly smart. But then, when we start asking questions, we get called stupid and hence, *scratches head and scrunches forehead stupidly* I feel so severely confused about my intelligence and my classmates'.
You get your answer correct, she blows you up for getting your answer wrong and if you nicely point it out that you got it correct, she screws you up for being proud. So amazing, so marvelous and how astounding! It's severely amusing how we can't even try to be a pest in class because she never gives anybody the chance to do so. How to be a pest if the moment she sets foot into our class, she leashes out unnecessarily for whole period?
Sometimes you can't blame students for loathing certain teachers when there's a sturdy and logical reason behind it. With that, I rest my case.
"Skills"
I was fooling around in the basketball court today."Watch me slam dunk," I chortled, standing one meter away from the hoop.
I jumped, I threw and whoosh, the ball goes over the board.
Dang, I really got "skills" ...
Opinion
"They look down upon them Christians who do not go to church every Sunday. They say it is a sin. I believe that going to church does not make one a Christian but rather what that makes a true Christian is his faith in God. A short prayer that comes from the heart is everything compared to a hypocrite who sits in the House of God."
Gatherings?
Anymore Chinese New Year gatherings and I will probably become gruesomely undertall. I am sick of Chinese New Year gatherings and I got two more coming up. I am currently very not attracted to:1. Ducks
2. Chickens
3. Lamb
4. Beef
5. Nuts
6. Butter
7. Eggs
8. Wine
9. Sugar
10. People
*Clutches throat, chokes and collapses onto the floor*
Update
What a tiring week loaded with tons of homework, hopes hanging on threads to score in language orals, upcoming meetings, a Game Design Tournament and functions that I simply couldn't be bothered to pack Valentine's Day into my Thursday schedule. I found this quote hanging in our Red Crescent room in school:
"Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice but for those who love, time is eternal."
Last Thursday, the school was filled with practically half of the students anxiously anticipating Valentine's Day gifts from their boyfriends or random fellows. Madness. There was a stingy creature. At night, the roadsides were packed with little stalls trying to pack a few crisp bills into their pockets by selling gifts and The Spring was packed with couples of the oddest combos strolling around hand in hand, glued. I have no further comments and I bought a John Grisham novel, The Appeal from MPH. Simply hooking. I bought a bookmark too. I thought it was a lizard but after I got home, I realized it was a flamingo.
Today, my Chemistry tuition teacher was in a remarkably good mood from my observation. I think it was those four brainy people sitting behind me who made her mood because it seemed like they had pre-installed Chemistry textbook in their heads. I got a postcard from a fellow who was boasting that he had climbed Mt. Kinabalu halfway.
I had Additional Mathematics tuition that night and Mr. Fabian generously stacked piles of work into my homework basket. Jonas kindly dug his horrible claws into my hand during class just because I laid hands on his ugly pink phone. Check out the shirt that the chap was wearing.
"Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice but for those who love, time is eternal."
Last Thursday, the school was filled with practically half of the students anxiously anticipating Valentine's Day gifts from their boyfriends or random fellows. Madness. There was a stingy creature. At night, the roadsides were packed with little stalls trying to pack a few crisp bills into their pockets by selling gifts and The Spring was packed with couples of the oddest combos strolling around hand in hand, glued. I have no further comments and I bought a John Grisham novel, The Appeal from MPH. Simply hooking. I bought a bookmark too. I thought it was a lizard but after I got home, I realized it was a flamingo.
Today, my Chemistry tuition teacher was in a remarkably good mood from my observation. I think it was those four brainy people sitting behind me who made her mood because it seemed like they had pre-installed Chemistry textbook in their heads. I got a postcard from a fellow who was boasting that he had climbed Mt. Kinabalu halfway.
I had Additional Mathematics tuition that night and Mr. Fabian generously stacked piles of work into my homework basket. Jonas kindly dug his horrible claws into my hand during class just because I laid hands on his ugly pink phone. Check out the shirt that the chap was wearing.
Beastly Post
I woke up with an inflated eye. So I got to skip school. Boo. Today is a Wednesday and had so many plans for today. So many things to do and so many things coming up. What to do? So I sent digital text messages to my Deputy Head Prefects at 5.45am to carry out my plans.Rhema was absent yesterday, MSSM sports for her 1500m event. She still has no idea Linda and I signed her up into our team for the Interschool Computer Game Design Competition.
CNY Day 3: Gaming?
I went over to my grandparents' place at night to distribute fortune cookies. Grand aunty was there too with her husband and she gave us all red packets. Nothing much to do there actually, cousin was hogging his Play Station 2, playing Final Fantasy XI. I had not touched the PS at all this holiday. Gus has turned into a hardcore gamer at the age of *inserts digits*. I forgot his age.
So what was I supposed to do? I saw Zach's Game Boy Advance SP on the table (he abandoned it to do some business downstairs), so I took it and played Gundam just to kill time. The most interesting game in the whole cartridge but still, boring. The last time I touched a GB that my dad bought was back in Primary 5 and then I gave it away in Primary 6 to Zach.
Then boredom really took its' toll after we spent a few hours playing lame games on the GB and staring at Gus hogging the PS, so cousin and I played arm wrestling. And we never managed to budge from that position. Boo.
Muahahaha. Transformers!!! Lame.
CNY Day 3: Fortune Cookies
My mum showed me a paper bag of fortune cookies this morning. I had five fortune cookies and out of five, three of them were pink. I don't like the pink ones. So there you go, my "fortune" according to the prophecies of the o' great fortune cookies. Going to distribute some fortune cookies to some family members tonight.Fortune cookies are amusing. Donkeys aren't.
Chinese New Year Day 2
Food catered from Little Labenon to feed nineteen family members from my mum's side plus two honeydews from my aunty. Her parents, brothers and sisters and their families. Only my sister wasn't here, still at overseas. Mum was euphoric to finally get to use the two carved silver trays to put the lamb leg and the bread.
Ice Age 2 became an entertainment for the little kids. After a while, even the adults thought the cartoon was adorable. They complained that the air conditioning in our house was too cold. I snapped more than fifty photos and obviously I am not that hardworking to upload all of them.
Somebody mugshot us with my camera after dinner. I think it was my dad. Most of the women stayed at the back in the dining room to, well I suppose, gossip. 
I was forced to play the piano. Cousin was forced to play the guitar.
Someone got hooked up with online gaming... kids these days... I think it was car racing.
We 'welcomed' the fellow who came back from the toilet. Yeah, we got a little crazy. Maybe it was the wine. We had more crazy shots. However, cam-whoring was not one of the activities.
Then, we set the camera on self-shoot and took a family photograph. However, one was loitering outside the study while the other was too obsessed with gaming to bother about us. Took us like five tries.
Then we tried different approach to taking family photographs but... fail attempt.
Everyone adored doing stupid things just to amuse the baby of the family. One very attention-loving baby.
Anyway, on our way home from the ice factory this morning to get some ice for the dinner party, there was this group of people crowding around a Mercedes-Benz with a badly dented bumper. Bang. Hit and run I suppose. I'll post more after tonight's dinner.
Blithering Donkey
That rich, spoiled, blithering donkey/camel-thing owes me a meal at Manhattan's Fish Market.Why?
It's Chinese New Year, I got so little ang paus.
He leh?
"I got RM700. You want to see?"
"I got an ang pau so big that my ma confiscate it. Picture RM50, multiplied by two, then multiplied by five and then multiplied by two again."
Blithering donkey who called me a blithering cat.
Blithering Perry Tan!
I waaaaant my fish and he's buying it for me.
Last Monday, like the Chinese say, si beh soi.
Why?
Sat next to this blithering donkey. Not so bad lah.
But this deranged donkey held my essay up so freaking high with two fingers.
Cheryl began to snigger into her sleeve.
Then, this crazy donkey drinks water just like a camel. Two litres of water per one second.
He ends his drinking with a great, big belch.
Lucky he doesn't fart after he drinks.
He probably doesn't know his bladder is of limited storage.
Visits the toilet so often that he spends a ratio of 2 hours in the toilet and 1 hour out of it.
Chinese New Year Day 1
*Inserts maniacal laughing sound* This diabolic-looking dog never fails to scare away little kids during Chinese New Year. Just watch people scream in fear every time he shows up from the backyard.
What do you do on a Chinese New Year morning? You go to the Seafarer's Nest, you find that most of your cousins are already there, absorbed in playing Play Station while the adults talked ahead about politics, economy, parenting and global issues. All the boring topics.
Then you spot the cousin who has probably lived in every part of Malaysia before and you had not seen her for almost a year. So you 'shake hands' with her while a monkey watches on.
Shrugs. It's a friendly gesture.
Then you realize that Japanese anime and a brown belt in Karate combo really takes its' toll on kids particularly little boys. Monkeys these days...
Randomness. Scrawny thing.
Even more randomness. Play Station hogger. I have not laid my hands on that thing yet.
Then you see pigeons and you think it's really disgusting so you snap a photo and show it to the world.
Chinese New Year's Eve
If anyone recalled, I posted a picture of a duck yesterday. I still couldn't tell if it was a he or a she until today. My dad scrubbed the insides of the duck out and he only had livers, hearts, kidneys and no reproductive organs... he must be an alien. Nevertheless, here is his head in the sink. Poor duck. Now his body and slimy insides had been braised in a tasty brown sauce. Now he is all fit to be eaten later. He smells delicious too. I can't wait to sink my teeth into him.
My mum and I made cheese sticks last night. I shaped most of them, that is probably why they look so retarded. That's the cheese sticks before they were baked in the oven.
That's the cheese sticks while they were in the oven. First batch spent a wee bit too long in the oven but still tasted fine. Second batch tasted better. I never knew cookie making was that fun.
That's them after being baked, nicely (or horribly) golden. Did I mention that they are sugar free cookies?
To start of the year of the rat, my mum bought me a rat today. A very poor-looking rat indeed and he functions as a coin box. Will that affect my prosperity of the rest of the year? I shall name it Mr. Amy.I'm going to eat in a few more minutes. Braised whole duck, shark fin soup, tiger prawns, leek, sweet corn, mixed vegetables and wine. Yum. Dad was the cook.
The He/She Duck
It's day two of the Chinese New Year school break (woohoo!) and I woke up at 12.50pm. I'm such a sloth. Anyway, my mum was off to work this morning so my dad and I went out for lunch at Singapore Chicken Rice.
Singapore Chicken Rice had came up with a new style to present their rice. Pyramid rice.
I tried their tom yam prawn ramen which, tasted suspiciously like tom yam Maggie Mee. Well, that was a shot of the remainder of my lunch. So I think it's pretty obvious that it wasn't a very satisfying meal. I had toasted cheese and basil slices once I got home, just to fill in the empty, rumbling spaces in my stomach.
While I was walking around the kitchen, chewing on a piece of toast, I saw this! A whole duck that would be our main course during Chinese New Year Eve as braised duck. Poor fellow, all featherless and squashed into a tin tray. I'm going to be eating him or her. I wonder that duck is a he or she.Mum and I are going to bake cheese sticks tonight! No HazMat needed. I did a really retarded-looking doodle today.
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