End of Me

I heart is like a broken glass bottle. I long to float away, carrying my memories to a far away place. Following the tide, never looking back, embracing destiny.
If only I was whole, I could fly away. But my heart is like a broken glass bottle. The shattered pieces, unable to float, stays put where it doesn't belong.
Somebody heal me. Somebody put the pieces of me back together. One day, maybe one day... I might be able to float again.
Embrace the future. I don't want to be here any longer.
Break free from desire. I don't want to be chained here to this island.

FoJIA-phobia

I've suddenly become obsessed with phobias! I know it's stupid but what better way to waste your time away than to come up with more idiotic ideologies eh?
Anyway, like we studied in Bio, before we started our "Infectious Disease" chapter we had to make acquaintance with words such as "aetiology", "epidemiology" and the likes. To read THIS post, you need to learn a few self-created terms such as:
Flame - "Funny LAME" joke. Meaning the joke is lame but it is still acceptably humorous.
Jackson - An extremely out of this universe and waaaay-off lame guy whose jokes are as dry as the Sahara desert. Wait, after a few seconds of contemplation.... I think his jokes are the reason the desert went dry.
Jacklam - "JACKson LAMe" jokes, meaning jokes that resemble jokes uttered by Jackson himself in terms of its inability to invoke even a single drop of laughter from the receiving end. If the audience happens to give out any sort of audible laughter, it is solely because they're laughing at the person and not the joke.
Father of Jacklam - Jackson's professional name.

So, basically, FoJIA stands for "Father of Jacklam In Action" and I would like to take full credit for this new phobia which I've just discovered -- FoJIAphobia.
What does it mean?
Well, some times when you're surrounded by a certain thing in abundance, you not only grow tired of it, you'll eventually start to resent it. Currently, I have two extremely lame people who goes by the guise of MShern and Farhan surrounding me most of the time and I assure you without a single fibre of doubt when I say this, "That fine line between acceptable lameness level and "The Dark Side" have been crossed."
In Bio, we also learn that vaccination is the process of injecting attenuated organisms into our body so that we will be able to resist it and hence gain immunity towards that line of disease. Some times the vaccination works, some times it fails and under very unlikely and unfortunate circumstances, you even get negative side-effects to the pathogens.
I think of Farhan and MSherns' lameness as the "attenuated organisms" that are constantly being force-fed into my body through passageways known as "ears" and "eyes". However, this is NOT a vaccination process as the purpose of their ostensibly innocuous jokes aren't injected into my vunerable brain to create immunity towards Father of Jacklam's real ammunitions. On the contrary, I have a subliminal feeling they designed it filled with a rancourous desire to kill my already-very-limited brain cells. I'm hereby also forced to give you the grievious news that lameness is in fact extremely infective. After certain examinations, the public have concluded that I seem to show very obvious signs and symptoms of joining "The Lame Force".
But due to certain brain cells that are vehemently rejecting the invasion of "Brigade Lameness", my body has failed to produce immunity towards Jackson's stupid jokes still. Every time he takes an attempt at making a joke, not only does he fail miserably, it often results in me banging my head against a wall / window / hand. I'm serious. I've been witnessed smacking my own head after hearing or seeing either MShern or Jackson making jacklams. I think it's the repulsive force of their "Jacklam Aura" that makes my hand go flying at my own forehead.
Hence the term FoJIAphobia. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

The First Bite Is The Hardest

I've recently made a most profoundly useless discovery regarding fruits that would in no sane or plausible way affect any of our lives.
I don't know if any of you suffer from the same "First-bite-phobia" as me but while eating durian today, I suddenly realized that I was very hesitant and doubtful of the first bite I was about to make. Will it taste bad? Bitter (not that I know of any bitter tasting durians..)? I don't know. In short, I just didn't know what kind of taste to expect, or rather, unexpect.
Reminiscing (Wow! I make my crap-thoughts sound so professional), I realized too that durian is the not only fruit I'm afraid of. OK, it's not really fear of the fruit itself, it's mostly fear of the unknown territory. Again, I make it sound as though I'm going to war or something but to quote Ms. Janna, "An academic essay is not really about how well you know the issue you're writing on, it's how much you can assure and persuade the reader to believe you know everything about that issue."
So yeah... I get this same FB-phobia every time I eat certain fruits such as mango, papaya, grapes or something in that region. It's like, before you eat it a series of thoughts fly through your head like "Worms!", "Strange test!", "Too sour!", "Too squishy!" and etc etc. It's mortifying. Every time I look at a plate of freshly sliced mango being served on the table, I would have my doubts about eating it and more often than not just pass on it. I would rather miss a good tasting fruit then experience its bad tasting counterpart.
There's one fruit though, that have never gave me any sort of fright what-so-ever: Watermelon.
I mean, let's face it.... Most of the time it just taste like water with fibres, how bad could the worst one be? Hence, I've voted this big round fruit as my favourite fruit of all.

Updated: Some times, this phobia reaches a certain degree where I feel like escaping my mom's constant nagging to eat more fruits is like making out of a harrowing situation with all four limbs attached. If you think I'm over-reacting, you would be stupefied by the lengths my mom takes with her unrelenting determination to force-feed me with fruits I solemnly detest.

Fukurokuju

I recently remembered a quote I heard a long long time ago... I guess it was the futile feeling of emptiness and heartache that dug up that sentence buried deep in my brain. Long before I could comprehend the meaning of it, I already had it deeply inputted in the hard-disc of my head, and now it's all coming back.
It goes, "It was a time when only the dead smiled, happy in their peace."
I hope I remember it correctly. Back then, I could not even imagine that one day this life will come to an irreversible full-stop so understanding why someone would prefer death over life and youth was far beyond my grasp. I guess at that age, I never thought that people will eventually grow old. My planet revolved around me and my sheltered life which I realize now is completely on a different orbit with reality. I doubt if they even existed in the same milky-way.
Anyway, after 18 short years of life, I can't say I've gain enough wisdom and experience to completely comprehend the meaning of life. However, I've come to know that it isn't always a bed of roses, and there is rarely ever a silver-lining to the clouds. The miseries I've been put through is nothing compared to the parentless orphan in Africa or the starving kid in Afghanistan, but it has at least given me a chance to understand that there are circumstances in life where death would seem such a beautiful option in comparison to reality.
There are even times when I think we should alter the quote a little to suit reality more. So I'm proposing a swift orderly change to "Death is the only time when the soul smiled, blissful in their inexistence."
In fact, I believe that all our religions even teach us that death is not only the best way out, it is the ONLY way out. Be it Christianity, Islam or even Buddhism, all our life-long sufferings and efforts seems to be designed to meet one goal and one goal alone -- death. Maybe I'm seeing this in the wrong light, maybe I'm to pessimist to do anybody any good, but don't we all learn that heaven and nirvana is where we should aim for? Isn't the netherworld the place to be for eternal happiness? Isn't the afterlife the one and only place where we can stumble upon the visible personification of perfection itself, be it an angel or God him/herself? Maybe you guys might think I'm a misanthrope, maybe you might think I'm just crapping nonsensical gibberish. Who knows, maybe all of these would prove obsolete one day... But just think about it, isn't this life just another inextricably complicated and intriguing puzzle which we play to pass our time?
But my dear dilettantes of despair, don't go jumping off buildings just yet. Remember, we still have the responsibility of growing old to suffer more pain and misery, maybe even undergo a few hip-surgeries. And if circumstances warrant, we should even "reproduce" to ensure a healthy line of offsprings who will relpace us in this miserable planet to go through all the hardship we have. So, I guess all I have left to say is relax and enjoy. Go now and wallow in your misery.

Dark Melancholy and Despair

It aches. As it beats with that soft thumping sound, it aches. Overwhelmed with the duty of nourishing and keeping the soul and body alive, its feeble walls break down as it is weighed down by sorrow. In it's own time, in it's own place, it aches.

Have you ever had your heart broken before? Have you had it trampled upon and stomped on by the one person or thing it longed to embrace? Have you ever felt your feelings swept aside as they shrugged you off? Have you ever felt your soul drowning as it gasps for air while the tides of reality crashed upon its shores?

It aches.

White Water Rafting & Caving Trip

Every single time I come back from a MAPs trip, you guys will have to hear me go, "Oh my god~! I think I just had the best day of my life!!!!!!!!"
Please don't ask why I seem to have so many "best" days because when you are in that state of euphoria, you are no longer able to reach a dimension called logical thinking. This is the third trip I’ve been with them and up until now, I haven’t regretted a single one of those trips. This time, we went caving at Gua Tempurung first then white water rafting at a river near some place called Kampung Chulek.
For the caving trip…. Wait! I want to use the word “spelunking”, it sounds a whole lot cooler. So, on the spelunking trip, at first we had to go on the normal road which was basically a whole lot of stairs that went up really really high so it was kinda boring. At one point I actually felt like sleeping and MShern complained why the steps upwards seemed to be never ending. God bless his stupid mouth cause a while after he said that, we reached a never ending downwards trail. *sigh* But later on the trip, we reached the end of the “civilised” road and so I thought, “OK, finally I can find a proper place to sleep.” Little did I know that the show was far from over. Right at that moment, we went off-trail and into the unknown.
Fine, not exactly unknown cause we had guides with us but saying “we charged head-first into the arms of the dark night” sounds a whole lot cooler. That was the point where all the fun started. First, we had to crawl under tunnels (really small ones, mind you) and slide down almost vertical cliffs. Then we had to leap (more like take a huge step but like I said, I’m trying to “cool-erize” it) into this tiny hole on the floor where we officially entered the underground pathway. It was awesome!
Then we had to get wet and all too and stumbled upon this underground waterway and we again had to crawl under tunnels but this time it was a lot harder and exhilarating because there was water and the whole place was pitch-black apart from the tiny beams of lights shining out from our torch-lights. For some parts of the trip, I felt like I was in the movie “The Descent” (I hope you guys watched it!). Oh, except for the fact that I was wearing sandals and there wasn’t really any evolved-human-creatures out to kill us. Dang it! If only we had to fight against something! I was fully prepared to clobber anybody to death with the ginormous box-light MShern brought along!
We had a lot of photo opportunities and trust me, we took all of it by the throat but I can’t post them up yet because I have to wait for Wen Yen to send me those pics.
After that which took about 2 hours plus, Amil came to pick us up to lead us to the white-water rafting site and get our lunch but unfortunately, this 72-year-old Scottish guy (whom I presume do not know any Bahasa Melayu) got lost and we ended but turning and U-turning around the same area until Wendy came to our rescue. Although the getting lost part was kinda frustrating, the adrenaline from the previous activity had me up on cloud nine and a matter as puny as that couldn’t possibly get me down anymore. OK, fine, I admit that I did get a little pissed at the dangerous way Amil was driving but hei, all’s well that ends well, right?
Later on, we got to the white-water rafting site and had our lunch and again, the mere sight of water had me so excited that for a brief moment, I actually became anxious. Heng Kai brought us into some jungle-like area where we reached the starting point of the rafting trip and Wendy gave us the 411 on necessary rafting and life-saving knowledge and let us do some body surfing. Without a moment to lose, we were on our way down the river with my adrenaline level on “Extreme” and my lips stretched in a smile to the highest degree.
As for the rafting part, it’s hard to put those awesome moments down to words because I doubt my brain was operating on a normal level at that time and everything seems to be so jumbled up but all I can say is, “I can’t think of anything else I could have done today or this whole week, for that matter, that could have compared to the fun I felt down that 1 and a half hour trip.”
The reason I didn’t say whole month is because at the end of August, MAPs is organising an off-road mountain biking trip and hopefully, I’ll get to go and who knows what will happen there, right?
Some of the more memorable points down the river was when as we were trying to avoid a rock at the center of the river, we paddled too hard to the right and went crashing into a tree that was lying low over the river. Yes, no exaggerations. We literally crashed into it, bang bang boom. Since it was like a very low and badly-set up canopy shielding the path which our raft just so happened to travel, I was basically dragged under the tree for that whole “impact-moment” which seemed like probably 5 minutes to me but I think it only took like 20 seconds. I don’t know why but when Wendy shouted “Duck!!” and all of them shrunk into the raft, I just so happened to be the one lying on top of them face-up so I had to shield myself with only my arms to protect me. Just my luck! The first time when we went under a less dangerous area, I had Wendy to shield me but this time when I could have seriously scrapped-off the skin on my forearms, nobody was there! Well, at least I didn’t bang my head on the branch sticking out like Chu Leik did. By the way, did you notice our friend on the trip had the same name with the kampong I mentioned earlier?
After we gallantly emerged from the stupid “canopy area”, I guess all the dirt and stuff from the tree must have rubbed off on my hands and face because they said I was literally brown in colour after that. And I had a ton of sand (and most probably dirt too, YUCK!!) in my mouth!
So, we reached our end point and very unfortunate under circumstances that can be fully blamed on the weather (which was really clear) and other forces unknown to us, me and Farhan’s raft lost to the one Mshern was on. But like I said, the factor of our “unexpected” results is to be blamed solely on the time and tide, not the fact that we none of us could have paddled successfully even if our life depended on it. And do you remember the 72 years old gramps, Amil, who I was talking about? Though he may look frail and white-haired, this guy is probably the grandfather of Hercules man! He is so cool and practically saved our raft from being stranded on the river numerous times!
On a more serious and heartfelt note, every time after we finished our activities, the MAPs people will sit us down and ask us how we felt about that day and our feelings and try to reach in to a deeper part of us -- our heart and souls. And every single time I wanted to tell them this but never got the courage to do so:

Ever since I learned how to dream, I’ve been dreaming about going on these activities but never had a chance to do so. Ever since I learned how to plan for my future, I swore to myself that one day I will find the time and means to indulge myself in such activities but I never figured out how that would work, until now. And I think that having been lucky enough to stumble upon this MAPs group is truly the second best thing that happened to me after basketball and I can’t thank all of them enough for bringing that part of the world into our lives.

Did I really like HIM or was i just addicted to the pain?

The exquisite pain of wanting someone so unattainable.

Quoted from one the episodes of Sex and the City Season 1

This particular statement hit me straight like a dart being thrown at the board and it hit bull's eye. So in case you people out there who know nuts or relatively know very little about Sex and the City, I'll give u a brief HEADS UP on what this series is all about. So i guess the title pretty much says it all, YOU KNOW, SEX AND THE CITY. 4 women getting laid and yada yada. The ONLY REASON why i started watching this series was because One Tree Hill's SEASON ended the same time THE O.C ended. So it pretty much leaves me with NOTHING to watch since Desperate HOUSEWIVES season ended too and Bedford Diaries isn't updating their episodes. So I decided on Sex and The City. Since people say its good and it's ALL group up PROPERLY in torrentspy like COMPLETE SEASON 1 of SEX AND THE CITY, COMPLETE SEASON 2 of SEX AND THE CITY, COMPLETE SEASON 3 of SEX AND THE CITY, COMPLETE SEASON 4 OF SEX AND THE CITY, COMPLETE SEASON 5 of SEX AND THE CITY and COMPLETE SEASON 6 of SEX AND THE CITY. Just ONE CLICK and TOMORROW we can feast on IT and not having to update ONE episode by one episode.SO,Yes! SO far I completed till SEASON 5 in just two weeks equals to A MOUNTAIN of emotional WRECKSHIP for me.

I know! I know! HOW can sex and city get someone so EMO right!? I was watching the series for the drama and not the SEX you see. Thats WHY-LAH.

You guys probably say it's just a stupid series, they make MILLIONs and BILLIONs AND ZILLIONs and GAZALLIONs of MONEY to make you feel all depressed right? IT'S all SUPERFICIAL. Mostly everything she said in there WERE truth and facts.That's IF you really hear what she says in every EPISODE. The way they potray her in that series was someward COOL. Like in every episode she has a conversation with herself, like talking to YOURSELF in the head. And I ACTUALLY RELATE to it. NOT in every way. Even if I didnt relate to some of the things she said in there, most of the SCENARIO in there happen to actual people in REAL LIFE.

Like she knew she was involve with someone who was GOING no where.He was just so emotionally unattainable and every other way. It was a PAINful relationship but she still stayed around that relationship.He was like a massacre but TRULY she was actually the true massacre. She was the one who tied herself to him and kept whipping herself.A whip called RELATIONSHIP WITH HIM.He said "I love You" but then the GESTURE wasn't the SAME par a what he said.He did not factor her in his life in any other way.

This year started in a horrid way and I kept getting involve in WEIRD relationships with a few guys which made myself MORE confuse and i kept pondering why i keep getting punished for something i did NOT do?. Up until recently I was involved with this guy and I PROMISE myself that I'll RUN for my LIFE if there is any SIMILIARITY of my past relationships. IT wasn't similiar in any way but then i finally REALISED its the PAIN of the relationship that was EXACTLY the SAME. THE PAIN kept me wanting MORE from the relationship.I was addicted TO PAIN.Taadaa* You know the feeling of being in between a YES and a NO.Like BRINGING a 3 year old kid in a CANDY store and telling him you can't have any of them?. That kind of pain.

I just seem to get trap around ppl who are caught in a web of emotion MESS and I'm the victim for them to feed ON. They just have something GOING on up in their skull and I can see it.My instincts tells me RUN before they HUNT you down.It's LIKE you stupidly asking a canniball are you going to eat me or ARE you a carnivore? WHEN truly YOU know HE is GOING to feast on YOU if u dont RUN away soon. Instead I ask them if there is something WRONG when I can see that THERE IS SOMETHING going up there which I shouldn't be involve or be a part of.

So you may say,

You can just cut yourself loose.

I either can keep lingering around till i get the definate answer and actually get a chance of being HAPPY or being CRUSHED again.

but if I cut myself LOOSE from being held UP high up in mid-air feeling vulnerable and hopeful at the same time.The probability of being close to HAPPY is also close to NIL.

Either way I Lose

plus a risk and equals to HURT

Usually THE more You play a game the more EXPERT you get isnt it?

I played this game called LOVE or relationship or WHATEVER it is called

and still is playing.

This game had no rules or boundaries or fouls

Nobody is right nor wrong.

Then WHY do i feel LIKE I'm The one losing MORE than i should have?

How can a game so FUN and at the same time push you to the edge of sanity?

What is the right thing to do?

I hack her BLOG and write a post here and got YOU guys excited.

The Rain In Spain Falls Mainly In The Planes

Today, I had my official first ever real General Paper lesson.
Since Mr. Derek went abroad for a couple of weeks, this lady called Ms. Jana took over for him and by jolly is she cool or what, dudes and dudettes!
She rocks so hard she would put Jack Black to shame!
First of all, let me just say that in this post, I would try my best to emulate her so be warned about some bombastic words that might jump out (Wana know why I used "huge" for the font size of this word? Cause it's jumping out at you~! Haha, I'm lame. I know and I've already accepted this as a fact) at you. From now on, Slur and I are on a mission to alleviate our standard and command of the English language and will try our best to incorporate “classy” (in other words, usage of normally-unheard-of-words in the Manglish culture will be our main objective here) words and eliminate, to the greatest extend, our tendency towards speaking “rojak” English. So that means “lah” and “ma” and the likes of it will no longer show its presence amongst our conversation anymore. I’m still in the “Ms. Jana Craze”, and despite the similar names, the only resemblance Ms. Jeeva bares to her is their professionalism in blatantly gunning down wayward students in class, namely crap-ers like Farhan and Yin Pang.
Ms. Jana came in a bit late, like say 20 minutes in a one hour class…. But I say "What does that iota of time means when you think on a larger scale where even her presence for 40 minutes can indulge us in the experience of having our first real English language class?" Because of her Malaysian-timing, at first a few of us were a little pissed-off by her and were grumbling our way to class but I assure you, after 40 minutes of her time, you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else anymore.
She was so proper and professional in everything, the teaching and way of talking and as I mentioned earlier, handling “crapper”s. I’m sure that after a single one of Ms. Jana’s class, Yin Pang will think twice before he opens his gap in GP class again. She had something to say about everything he said and was able to substantiate her replies with unfamiliar words and complete authority. Her quote for the day? “So he’s the class “crapper”, is he?”
Anyway, in her 40 minutes of class, she was able to bring into play the words like “zealous”, “prowess”, “superfluous”, “bombastic” (even the way she says this word makes it sound cool), “substantiate” and a few others I’ve forgotten. In my entire life, I have never even heard “zealous” being utilized in a conversation whereas Ms. Jana effortlessly followed it up with so many more “classy” words.
But the main point of the day was SHE WAS ABLE TO SHUT YIN PANG UP, and for anybody who doesn’t know who Yin Pang is, trust me, that pie-hole of his is not an easy one to close.
Gosh, Ms. Jana~! Such contrast when you put her side-by-side with Ms. Jeeva! That must be why Mr. Shakespeare said, “Oh, what is in a name? A rose by any other name, will smell as sweet.”
Here she has clearly proven that it’s the context much rather than the glitzy cover that radiates supremacy.

Ayam Bakar

It's proven that cooking ability is definitely not genetic. Reason: My mom doesn't know the difference between edible vegies and non-edible ones (hence her mom (my late grandma) have prohibited her from eating any kind of leaf or fruits that she might pick up by the roadside or in the garden since she was a kid) whereas I heard Queen Lizzie is considering giving me a Knighthood for my sublimely magnificent cooking skills. Seriously! Boy, can I cook or what!
Yesterday, me and my mom made roasted chicken which was perfectly marinaded with the best sauce and herbs ever for the family. By "family" I meant me, my mom and my dad. Considering that my parents "Meat Eating Capabilities" are roughly equal to Mei Ling's, my mom said she sure wish my eldest brother was there to help finish up the food.
Here's some quick-info for you guys:
1) Mei Ling eats very very VERY little meat. Actually she eats "very little" of everything except that horrible tasting sandwhich (no idea why she finds it so nice) hence her petite body size.
2) My brother eats about the same amount of food that can be used to feed a starving nation for a day in a single meal.
Anyway, when my mom said that, I couldn't help but think to myself "HELL-O~! This is just a chicken, OK? A single chicken half the size of those obese babies out there! Even if you guys can't do your job I sure ain't gona fail in this."
I have this strange habit where I really hate losing in stupid stuffs. I don't mind if I don't top-score my exams or anything but... Yeah, you know. I was born to do stupid things that no normal human being could comprehend.
So, the roasted chicken tasted superb (like every other thingI cook). Seriously, if your guys have to pay RM6 for that piece of badly cooked meat at Le Cafe, you guys better be ready to fork up a fortune for a piece of this kick-ass chicken.
It was mouth-watering, it was thought provoking. In short, it was deliciously yummy. And as previously speculated, my parents' combined effort saw them finishing a little more than what Mei Ling could eat on her own so it was up to me to settle the rest. As I sat there on the table having an eye-duel with the chicken, I laughed at it and thought, "Come on baby, I can eat you like an elephant eats an ant!". Please don't ask me since when did elephants started eating ants, I just thought of it cause you know, it sounded cool at that time... (=_=")
Ten minutes later, I was still at that table with roughly 40% of the chicken left and my tummy 250% full. It's strange you know. I used to be able to eat 4 freaking plates on one go without even batting an eyelid and now, I can't even finish a whole chicken.
Remember the "Stupidity Pride" issue I was telling you guys just now? Well, at that moment, the spirit of Eugene and my big bro came in and it took me around another 45 minutes to finish that whole chicken. Of course, the pride of winning a battle is uncomprable and at the same time, the price is unbearable.
I swear on my right pinky that I shall not touch chicken for the next week and shall never attempt to finish a whole chicken by myself again. So, what was the result of me eating all that?
I could barely move for an hour right after that, I couldn't really do anything for the rest of the night, my metabolism was probably kicked to high-gear as I was sweating like that chicken must have been sweating when it was roasting in the oven and I had a very very serious stomach problem this morning. How serious? I had to come home from school cause I can't take it anymore eventhough I had this desperate urge to keep staying in school so I can go to basketball later AND disturb PF during Pure Maths class. Yes! It was so bad I gave up basketball and disturbing PF!!
It's not the kind of go-to-toilet-and-settle it problem... It was more like I have to eat breakfast because of this stupid gastric problem but I seriously don't want to touch any food or anything related to it. By jolly, I couldn't even finish a freaking small bowl of soup!
Haha, but at least I kicked that pitiful chicken's ass back where it belonged! Victory is mine!!

PS: If any of you think I'm stupid and a little cookoo... Well then, sod it cause I don't give a *toot*ing damn!

4 Months To Exit The Well

I want to see you painted black
Be that part of a memory I'm bound to forget
Don't want to know where you're at
It doesn't really matter cause I ain't looking back.

Stand like a wallflower in a crowded room
Stop being the reflection of a beautiful blue moon
Blow me away with your heart of a monsoon
Let me forget you come next June.

You took my body, you're like a disease
Love is like a shooting star on a breeze
Running away from it, wishing to chance upon it,
It's all just a freaking tease.

Western Super Heroes

Recently, I thought of categorizing my posts into groups and stuff so I started thinking about "cool" category names but first, I have to sort out my types of posts first. It ended like this:
Category one: Crappy.
Category two: Crappy... too.
Category three: A lil more crappier than the first two.
Category four: This list could go on forever....
So I was forced to abort my Operation Clean-Up Battlefield as 99% of my post will go into category one, two and three...
Anyway, to the point here. What do Spiderman, Superman and Batman have in common?
First of all, I just realized all their names end with "man", how lame is that? Oh my god, most super heroes have names that end with "man"! He-man, Ultraman, Cat Woman.... X-Men. The creators are seriously lacking in the name giving department, aren't they?
But that's not the common thing I was thinking about. What I realized is that ALL of them have a penchant towards wearing tight rubber-like suits. I know they have a great body and all but do they really have to show it off like that?
OK, this guy seems to be a bad example as he doesn't really have protruding chunks of muscle but look at how tight his suit is! He's already busy enough trying to save the world so don't you think the creators should give him a break and dress him in something more comfortable?! And oh my god those ugly red boots! Did no one thought them how to dress up? Not that I have good taste in clothes but even someone like Farhan would know that this is definitely wrong, man.
And is red and blue the "in" super hero colour? Plus, again, the red boots! Another thing you should notice about Spiderman is the mask. Not only is the extremely tight suit preventing him from breathing normally, he also has to bare the tight mask pressing against his nose and the silver-coloured eye patches that resemble aluminium foils more than tinted windows. But his pose is definitely more "gaya" than Superman.... Hei~! Do you guys remember that red, blue and yellow are the prime colours in arts? Look at Superman's colours! Red cape, boots and outside-wear, blue spandex suit and yellow belt. This means that the creator either got lazy of mixing the colours up so just stuck with the prime colours or Superman is trying to hint that he is like the "basic" of life, you know... Like the "prime" part of life or something like that. OK, fine~ It's lame!
*sweat* I suddenly had this image of Prakash standing in the Superman pose flash pass my brain......
Thank god this guy aint dressed in red and blue or I just might go crazy.
According to what I know, Batman aint wearing a spandex suit as the thing is like an armour so it should be hard. Maybe it's made of plastic... It sure does look like it in this picture. Haha, this guy must be a total loser because he purposely carved in the "muscles" on his suit! I still say it's uncomfortable.
OK, those are the examples of western super heroes. Now let us move on to their Asian counterparts who have a looooot better dress sense than them.
Take a look at Dragon Ball for example. If I'm not mistaken, the only ones who wore spandex suits in the whole of Dragon Ball was Bezita and his kind when he was still a bad guy. By the way, Fliza and Cell were NOT wearing anything so that does not count. Now these people prove that being a super hero isn't just about wearing really really tight and ugly suit.
See? All of them are wearing lose fitting cotton (I presume) clothing and they're strong enough to use a "bola jiwa" the size of a whole planet. Can Superman do that? NO! Why? Probably because he has too hard a time trying to prevent his balls being crushed by the suit.
Have any of you heard of Pendekar Laut? I doubt it.. Anyway, I think that Pendekar Laut is the best dressed super hero of all time. Seriously, he beats Mask Black Rider, He-Man and Godzilla any time, anywhere, hands down and tied behind his back. I can't really find a full size picture of him so I guess you guys will have to make do with this.
This guy is so cool he can rip a ship up with his (I directly translated it) "Magnetic Spinning Power" and change the chemical bonds within the molecules that makes up the metals and turn them into clothes he needs to wear as a result of swimming in the ocean nude and suddenly having to attend to an emergency. And he wears sunnies and a uber cool trench coat!
And unlike those goodie-goodie super heroes who can't kill villians because they're innocent (I can't believe I could fit those 2 words in a single sentence), Pendekar Laut can totally kick ass and just "bang bang boom!" Down goes those useless people standing in his way! He is so cool, he makes Napolean Dynamite look hot!
Anyway, I just wanted to discuss the westerner's tendency towards wearing tight suits but then through out the course of this post, I realized that the Asian heroes aren't really too far behind in the badly-dressed department so it turned into a pretty pointless post.

"Man-Made" Natural Filters

You know how I'm very capable of thinking up a bunch of crap, right?
My trail of thoughts includes stuffs like when you do those chemistry experiments and you have to test the gas coming out of the test tube so you close the mouth of the tube with a finger to prevent it from going out, right? Well, I thought what if you're allergic to say... NH3 gas?? Or worse, H2 gas!! Would you give up your beautiful finger for your lab test?
OK, I know it's stupid.
Oh, and I also thought of a way to reduce pollution and the amount of smokers at the same time. All of us feel annoyed of being the second-hand smokers, right? So how do you prevent the smoke from the stupid smoker travelling into "your territory"? Of course, you make sure the smoke is contained in an area. How do you make this happen? We can build smoking rooms who nobody uses, OR we could tie a plastic bag around the smokers head so the smoke he gives out stay in that bag. And since it's tied around his head, he won't have to go through the trouble of holding it up. As for the little problem where he can't move the cigarette around because the plastic is in the way, well, all I can say is "Learn to adapt". Easy and practical. If some of you feel like "How are they going to breathe then?", notice I said "REDUCE THE AMOUNT OF SMOKERS", in other words, they'll just drop dead like flies. As I see it, if they love inhaling that gas so much, they might as well not waste a single bit of it.
While we're still on the topic of smoking and lungs, let me bring you to the main point of this blog: "Man-made natural filters".
Lungs. They are amazing, aren't they? So, anyway, if you smoke, residues of the smoke (tar) get left behind in the lungs, right? I mean it's like a filter paper, you put murky water true it and clear water comes out whereas the filth gets left on the paper.
I'm going to use that as the basic concept for lungs, dirty air goes in, exchange of oxygen and carbon dioxide happens, filtered air comes out.
So, what if... (please notice that this is just a thought). What IF we breathe in smelly air like say, someone farted a nuke in the car and there's no way to wind down the windows. That would mean the fart-air would be in the car for a long time which will eventually end up in our lungs. I bet a lot of you already know what I'm going to ask.
What happen to the fart-residues in the air? I mean like, smelly (regardless of nice or bad) is because the small particles of the thing that's giving out the smell is floating around in the air, you breathe that air in, those floating particles go in as well.
According to my previous Filter Paper Theory, air filled with those particles goes in and air lacking of those particles comes out. In the case of smoking, the tar residue gets stuck in the lung which leads to lung cancer, right? So in the case of the fart incident, does that mean the fart-particles get stuck in our lungs?
When you think of it this way, all those dirty smells we smell everyday enter our lungs (like duh~ or not why would you be able to smell it!), right? Which means all those dirty filthy particles are getting stuck in our lungs everyday, little by little....
Eeewww~ Imagine how dirty your lungs are and how smelly they would be if you opened them up!!

PS: This post has 0.00% of scientific facts in it.

Dek, Yang Tu Panggil 'Epal Hijau'

So, we all know that football is the "in" thing right now and even after the World Cup bid its goodbye, a lot of us are still going goo-goo gaa-gaa over this game, right?
Every Tom, Dick and Harry plus the average Joe and Jane still can't stop talking about the ultimate sport, the beautiful game and of course, they can't stop playing it either. Well, apparently, our dear and very much loved Slur (I bet you have been anticipating this post with a very worried heart) is also from this group of "Football Worshippers" because as un-athletic as she might be, she seriously loves kicking round objects (Thou shat refrain from saying "kicking balls"). What makes me say this? Read on, little lambs.
OK, now when did this happen? Ah~, I remember. It was a day not so long ago, a time not so distant from now.... (In other words yesterday morning). Slur's friend Yee Theng and her boyfriend (sorry I don't know his name) came to pick Slur and I up from college to go indulge ourselves in some early morning Baskins 31 (the road to obesity is never too early to travel).
Anyway, *bla bla bla bla bla*. We arrive at Baskins at about 10.30am, which is perfect because that's when they open, right? The sky was clear and pretty, the day was young and promising, and as we later found out, "Slur-ness" was on a record high.
The four of us were walking down the lane, Yee Theng and Slur arm in arm whereas I was busy thinking of what to order. Then suddenly, some green apples on the ground came into view and before I could say anything, Slur suddenly says, "Football!!!" and intentionally purposely with full-conscious went to kick the apple as hard as she can. I was awe-struck by how reckless some people can get that it took me a few nano-second to be able to blurt out, "SLUR!!! THOSE ARE THE PRAYER THINGY APPLES!!!!!" while pointing at the ginormous joss sticks lined up at the side of the road.
Yes, you read correct. Slur (during the Ghost Month, mind you) went full power and kicked the apples someone left by the road as offerings. Fortunately for her, she isn't really good at kicking because the apple didn't go far. At the very instant I said those words, I saw a huge hamster (a.k.a. Slur) run full speed after the rolling apple while shouting "Oooh~ SHIT!!!!". Now, a picture paints a thousand words and at that moment, a video would have won us the "Most Hilarious Moment of The Year" award, hands down. As the roads was curved and a little down-hill type, just as Slur ran upwards, the apple turned around and started rolling down. You can just imagine how she looked, arms out-stretched, body half-bent trying to reach for the ground and the most panicked expression on her face while running after a small little green apple.
Well, at least it didn't fall into the drain or anything and Slur got the apple back in front of the joss sticks. After that, she squat by the road-side as if she wanted to use the toilet and started praying and asking for forgiveness. Honestly, she looked like she had a terrible stomach ache.
All's well that ends well, right? So, after one and a half days, Slur is still alive and well with no signs of "interaction" with the other realm; However, I would like to advice all of you to not bring her along in any activity that contains even a slight risk factor. Don't get me wrong, I'm not concerned about her well being or anything, I would just hate to see a few friends die because one of them decided to display her non-talent in football which caused the bad, evil, hungry ghost to seek revenge.
By the way, when I asked her why she would just simply kick apples she sees by the road-side when she knows perfectly well that Chinese people give offerings in such a manner, she said, "I thought those apples fell from a tree or something."

PS: In case any of you are wondering, I believe the only tall and thin thing that was around that area was a lamp post.

One Art

This is a poem by Elizabeth Bishop which I got when I watched the movie "In Her Shoes" and I think I'm kinda dedicating this post to Jess because after reading her post (Everbody's Changing), I suddenly remembered this poem. It's kinda hard to understand if you're only looking at the poem but if you read between the lines, you can actually feel the sorrow Bishop must have felt as she talked about losing things and eventually, people. For me, this is the sorrow of someone who have had a terrible life filled with loss and disappointment to an extent where she feels none of these matters anymore, even losing a friendship.
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The art of losing isn't hard to master;
So many things seemed filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something everyday. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! My last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
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Continuing My Previous Post....

Our "ke po" culture also leads us to gossiping a lot, and I admit I'm guilty of this too but when it reaches a point where it will not only harm yourself (regardless of in a physical, emotional or spiritual way), but others as well, you know you've gone overboard.
OK, I'm gona openly criticize some actions by Chinese people and I know I'm endangering myself here because I do live in a state that is heavily populated by Chinese people but what the heck, our ancestors didn't fight for freedom of speech just to be silenced by fear.
Anyway, I don't know at what festival or occasion but a lot of times, Chinese people will bring these gold papers and burn them. And during I don't know what "pray the dead people or ghost" or something festival, they will even burn these fake houses and everything.
One thing you should take note of is, I really care for the environment. Especially when you're talking about polluting the air that I breathe or dirtying the roads that I pass by. And when I say they burn these papers I don't mean as in one family burn 3 pieces but as in one person burns a whole mountain of them. What's worse, these rich people with chicken eggs for brain decided to do open fire in the MIDDLE of the road AND THEN leave the mess they made right there without bothering to pick it up. I know some friends have told me you have to wait a while or something before you can tidy up the mess but by that time, 99% of the ash would have been blown away and in many occasions, blown into MY house or the compound. I can live with the mess I make but I'm not that generous or forgiving when I have to live in the mess others make. I mean don't these people have the courtesy to at least cover the mess up with a big cloth or something so it won't get blown away?!
And remember the time when there was this very terrible haze in Penang and the authorities called for the people to refrain from burning things? Guess what the chicken eggs do? BINGO! They burn those huge-ass dragon joss sticks! OK, they just got demoted. Now, they're lizard eggs.
I don't get it. How can we live in such a modern society where we can actually go through all layers of the atmosphere and still believe that if you burn those gold paper, fake Beemers or Rolex-s, these things will actually reach those people living in heaven. Call me a sceptic but I call it a bunch of bull. Fine fine, let's all be merry and believe that heaven does exist in another dimension so we can't see it and our space shuttles can just pass through it without knocking their Menara KL down and that whatever we burn can actually reach them. Does that mean when we burn plastic and all those toxic stuffs, the poisons are reaching their "land" too? Talk about pollution.
Logically speaking, if they can enjoy our Mercedes and iPods just like us, their world must be very similar to ours meaning they have all those factories and stuff too. So, not only do they have to suffer the filth THEY produce, they actually have to tolerate the toxins we're producing too? That is waaaay cool *rolls eyes*.
Oh, the freedom of speech being limited by fear is kinda true now because if I wasm't afraid of those terrorist in Lebanon shooting "precision missiles" at me, I would have a lot to say about their beliefs as well, especially the part where they say go kill a million innocent people as you die and you will be awarded with 99 virgins in heaven. Wait, I'm not sure if those Lebanese are the same people who crashed did the London bombings and everything else... OK, let's just call these brainless people (they don't even get to be frog eggs) terrorist and let's all forget about their religion or origin.
Here goes nothing. Hopefully they won't be able to locate my house using whatever "Crapper Tracking Device" they have.
First off, if you get 99 virgins for everyone who commits acts of terrorism, how many virgins exists in this world because let's face it, Islam is a really widely spread religion and to be able to supply so many virgins, they must have factories that provide labour for a cheaper price than those Chinese people are currently offering.
Secondly, if one person gets 99 virgins in heaven, that would mean one dead person would ammount to 100 people in heaven, and if you do the maths, 100 people who die by commiting that "al-xxx (I don't know the name)" thing would mean 10,000 people popping up in heaven. Keep on going and I wonder how big this heaven actually is.
Thirdly, what happened to monogamy? And if you say "Then don't get married lah!", what happened to NO PREMARITAL SEX?
I also read in times about if this guy dies by commiting that "al-xxx" thing, he can nominate i don't know how many people to heaven as well. So umm, just wondering, why don't the villages just select a few people by a fair draw and make them promise to write the names of all the villagers in the list of nominees?
And last but not least, IF their religion teaches that commiting these acts of terrorism will send you to heaven with 99 virgins at your disposal (sorry, I still can't get over the 99 virgin fact), why don't these so-called fake as hell "spiritual leaders" or what ever you call people like Osama just go bomb some place and quickly go receive his reward?
I'm not being racist or religious-sist here. Seriously, I'm not. But like my useless but I-don't-know-why very smart brother said, "Stupidity knows no bounderies". In following his footsteps, I can continue crapping about how useless, brainless and cowardly the Burmese people are and how corrupted some governments can be but my mom is going to kill me if I don't finish showering in another half hour.
So enjoy the post and just relax lah~.

PS: I don't think Islam promotes terrorism, I believe brainless people who by pure coincidence happen to be Muslims promote terrorism.

Kalama Sutta

Don't worry, I'm not turning into a religious freak and neither is this blog. It's just that I have this poster titled "Kalama Sutta" hanging in my study and I felt it meant something, especially cause we're living in a superstitious and conservative community that adopts the "I don't care the reason, I'll blindly follow tradition" attitude, so I just wanted to share it with you guys.
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Do not simply believe what you hear just because you have heard it for a long time.
Do not follow tradition blindly merely because it has been practised in that way for many generations.
Do not be quick to listen to rumours.
Do not confirm anything just because it agrees with your scriptures.
Do not foolishly make assumptions.
Do not abruptly draw conclusions by what you see and hear.
Do not be fooled by outward appearances.
Do not hold on tightly to any view ot idea just because you are comfortable with it.
Do not accept as fact anything just because you yourself find it logical.
Do not be convinced of anything out of respect and deference to your spiritual teachers.

You should go beyond opinion and belief. You can rightly reject anything which when accepted, practised and perfected leads to more aversion, more craving and more delusion. They are not beneficial and are to be avoided.
Conversely, you can rightly accept anything which when accepted and practised leads to unconditional love, contentment and wisdom. These things allow you time and space to develop a happy and peaceful mind.
This should be your criteria on what is and what is not the turth; on what should be and what should not be the spiritual practice.

{THE BUDDHA}
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Well, that's what's written on the poster, word for word. Anyway, I think it means a lot because to be honest, we do read about "bomoh"s cheating and some times even raping gullible and (might I add with no guilt) foolish idiots who are too blinded by tradition and belief to actually think whether they are being played a fool by these strangers who claim to be someone they are not.
OK, I have a lot more things to write that doesn't really go with this post so I'll continue in another one.

The Return of Me

Hei guys, I'm back!
Don't ask why I haven't been updating my blog for so so so long... I can give you a million excuses but none of them would be true and it doesn't really matter anyway.
I don't really have anything to blog right now but since a few people asked why I haven't been posting, I thought I might as well write something here to verify that I'm not dead yet. Seriously, I'm still alive and well in a physical sense. I can't believe I actually passed a whole month without posting. There were a couple of times when I felt this sudden urge to write something but all of them were of dark feelings so I thought against it.
OK, here is what have been happening to me during this month.
Regarding my previous post, I ended up not studying Bio until I stepped into MShern's car on the very morning of exam day so you can just imagine how terrible my results are. In my opinion, they aren't that bad, they're average, you know. But my mom has this twisted idea in her head that I can achieve BETTER than average which is sooo not true. She didn't really grill me about my results but this strange aura that screams "If you don't do better next time, I'll personally make sure you never see the light of day again" keeps radiating from her whenever she catches me without my eyes glued to a book which very unfortunately is like 100% of the time. Actually I do read books, you know? I'm not really THAT useless.... It just so happens by pure coincidence which I have no control over that the "books" I read happen to be mangas (Japo comic books for those who don't know).
And right now I'm having another one of those completely unnecessary and bothersome monthly tests. We've finished all but one annoying subject -- Chemistry, which by the way, is tomorrow. Have I been burrying my head in my notes and burning the midnight oil in preparation for this test (I did bad for last month)? Nope. Do I plan on doing revisions? Yes. Will I end up doing those revisions? No way, jose. The one thing you should really admire about me is my honesty and my tendency to not lie to myself. I mean currently, I bet Farhan and Slur are probably going like "OMG!! We're having Chemistry tomorrow!!! I should study! OK, OK. I'll start in another bla bla bla hours."
*Bla bla bla hours later....* "You know what? The notes aren't that much anyway, I'll do bla bla bla first before I get to it."
*After doing bla bla bla....* "I bet the test ain't gonna be that hard anyway! No need study la~!" Then Farhan would continue by thinking "Since I only get to go online during weekends, I might as well make good use of it." and Slur would go "Oh my god that Korean guy is sooooo cute~ *rolls eyes* I have GOT to finish watching this series today!!!"
As for me? I'm totally honest. I know I'm never going to get to studying so I might as well stop worrying bout it.
What else... Oh, we went to play futsal the other day at Sampan. It was freaking fun! I know I'm supposed to be totally hating futsal because it's another version of football which I think is the death of basketball but seriously, it's fun! We're going again on Tuesday. Yipee~! Oh, a chance to tembak Farhan!!
That day when we were playing futsal, Farhan got separated from us and was put into Nathan's team whereas MShern and I got into Mr. Derek's team. Anyway, Leng Seng willingly became our goalie and Nathan became their's because no one else wanted to. So for the first half of the game, our team was having a hell of a hard time scoring because apparently, Nathan is really good with the upper half of his body. Anyway, second half came and since we wanted to give Nat a chance to play, Farhan became the goalie. You can seriously see the difference between the first and second half man. Even a blind man would have noticed it!
Once Farhan stepped in front of the net, my team was scoring like mad! And the worst part is, Farhan even conceded an own goal when he failed to catch the ball Fung passed him. (>.<)!! No offence Farhan, but you know this blog is the place to be to read bout embarassing stuffs.
We also went on another outing with MAPs, this time we went rock climbing and abseiling. It was fun and all, as expected. None of us really made it to the top in rock climbing and I even cut my fingers trying in vain to reach it. As for abseiling time, I seriously had deep sh*t trying to get down. I ain't afraid of height, I ain't afraid of falling to my death, so what was my problem? I've been asking myself the same question. Maybe it was a lack of confidence, I don't know. But at least I made it down (*sob sob*after taking my own sweet time). Oh, and this time, the lunch they prepared for us was a million times better than the chicken rice last time, too bad it was too much so a lot of us ended up throwing away our leftovers. So, next month we have white-water rafting / caving. I don't know how many people are going to join but I hope there would be at least 20. It's really fun you know? If you miss the chance now, who knows when you'll get the opportunity to do it again.
This post is actually turning out to be quite long.. Oh, Shu Yeen~! I got a something for you! I was watching America's Next Top Model like a couple of minutes ago and I saw this girl Nicole who really looks like you, A LOT! I couldn't find the exact picture of when she really looked like you but I found a few others which I think still has a 70% resemblance. Slur, if you think they look totally different then... Whatever! I'm still posting her picture! Give me some face lah~.
Just in case any of you are too dumb, I'm talking bout the girl on the right for this pic. Wei, I bet they edited Tyra Bank's boobs! I can swear on my right pinkie that her chest is as flat as Mae's! Gosh, Mae, you should start learning how to enlarge your boobs in your pics.
I don't know if Shu Yeen would mind me posting her picture so I better not. Oh wait, when have I ever been so nice and cared bout what people think? Besides, she's pretty so I bet she won't mind people looking at her pics, right?
Damn it! I was trying the pic you used for the puzzle on your Friendster homepage but it didn't work! And I had to freaking fix the whole picture up, ok? Cheh!

You Like Making A Fool Out of Me, Don't You?

I had this check in my brain, a memo, a reminder, a task-to-do jotted down deep in my brain telling me that I should "STUDY BIOLOGY!!" since Tuesday. Honest, it kept on bugging me and coming back to haunt me since Tuesday, the day after Pregnant Jeeva announced we're gonna retake our test. It was like a ghost hell-bent on disturbing me.
But then, there was just this tiny, teeny-weenie little problem. I had no idea why I loaded that memo into my brain. I remember taking out my Bio books almost every night starting Tuesday and sitting at my desk or lying on the bed, then I would temporarily contemplate reading it, then I would close it back and either go waste my time obsessing over breaking my own "Best Time" in Minesweeper or just go to sleep. You see, I kept telling myself I have no idea where to start studying from so I might as well wait till I know for sure (Now I remembered she said we're having the test on biological molecules plus transport in animals and plants.) and just kept on procrastinating.
Plus, I had no idea I have a freaking test on Monday so the impending task didn't seem so important back then.
Anyway, by the time I finally remembered I have to study because I'm having a test on Monday, it was already Friday and probably 2 hours before I left for my trip to KL. And I haven't even started packing my bag yet. So once again, I thought about bringing the Bio book along the trip and read on the way or something. I got as far as making a gesture to pick the book up but then I thought, "Why weigh down my luggage with something as trivial as this?" (Not that it actually matters because it would be the CAR carrying it, not me.....) so I withdrew my hand and went on with life. Besides, I told myself I'll have plenty of other useful things to do while in the car.
OK, so maybe I spent 3/4 hours looking at the same old scenery I've seen since I-don't-know-when while listening to music I've listened to I-don't-know-how-many-times, but maybe in a different time, space or dimension, these 2 tasks would have been very, VERY important, eh?!
So, what if I messed up, I ain't going to admit it.
So, anyway, here I am. Just arrived home, luggage still needs unpacking, laundry still needs to be sorted out and my bed needs to be fitted with a new bed sheet (Yea~ I bought myself new bedsheets and a quilt! XD) . Oh, am I forgetting something?
Wait!!! STUDY BIOLOGY!!!
God dang it, I hate student life. But anyway, all these can wait till another day. Right now, I need some sleep.

Football : What Happened?

OK, so here's the deal. Germany is in the semi-finals but both Brazil and England are out?
Plus I thought Korea got into the semi last word cup but this time they didn't even make it into the best 16?
What the hell happened?
I'm a Germany supporter (From previous post: cause of their pretty jersey.) so of course I'm happy that the got in but Argentina got kicked out too! Now there are only European countries left: France, Portugal, German and Italy. This is the first World Cup I'm watching so I'm not sure but I didn't even know Italy was any good. I thought they were predicting that Brazil will make it to the finals and the comentators were going like "All Brazil fans have already marked out 10th of July on their calenders." because they were all so sure Brazil will make it through or something.
Plus, I totally hate Portugal! I mean Figo sucks and Christiano Ronaldo is just plain stuck up! Well, at least I think he is. And during the match, Rooney shouldn't have been given a red card because the step was obviously an accident and the little push at C. Ronaldo was clearly just a one time thing.
When Beckham got changed off the field I really felt bad for him because it must have been hard for him to miss out on such a hard match. Gosh, that England vs. Portugal match had me shouting and screaming with dismay in front of the TV the whole night.
As for the Brazil match, I totaly missed it but I saw the replay and my god, Zidane is good! As for Brazil, I guess it just wasn't their day because they were making quite a few silly mistakes that they obviously couldn't afford at such a stage. Or was it France's superb defending skill? I don't know, not really a football expert.
As for the Germany vs. Argentina match, a lot of people were saying Argentina would win but of course I sruck by my pretty jerseys and was totally supporting the home team and when Argentina scored the opening goal, I was devastated. And the score stayed the same for quite some time and I was getting a bit worried and worse of all, since I was in Genting I couldn't watch the match so I had to rely on Mae's info only and it was so nerve-wracking!
But then the stars shone on the Germans and they were able to draw after the extended time. When it came to the penalties I was pretty sure the Germans would win because their goalie is really good plus they did all the research on the Args so they knew where the opponents tend to shoot. So yeah, I say the Germans won fair and square.

It's 7 o' clock., I'm Nothing Near Awake.

I woke up from the middle of sleep just now because I had to pee very badly so as natural, I was three quarters asleep. So, I did my thing then went back to bed because it was still dark outside. *drum-roll please* Suddenly, I noticed something very very strange.
I'm not in my PJs.
Then I noticed another perculiar thing.
The computer was still switched on.
Then the third and undeniable fact came to smack me flat on the face.
The air-con in my room was off and I was still wearing my bra....
But of course, being the "dumb dumb" and "lame-o" that I was, I thought nothing of all those signs. Oh, I went to check the computer and found a message from Mr. Afraid-of-Dangling-Things a.k.a. Farhan that said "*sobs* Brazil lose!" and noticed that he was online eventhough my watch said 7 o' clock. Still, I ignored all signs and went back to bed. Suddenly, there came a knocking on my door and my dad shouting, "I thought I told you to get up?!". Of course, my classes on Mondays start at 11 a.m. so I thought, "No worries lah~ Still so early so nervous for what? Half the world is probably still asleep ko lah~" but of course, I just replied him with a grunt. Right now I thank god for laziness, seriously.
Then I thought about sending a message to MShern to tell him I'll come fetch him at 10 when the 5th commandment hit me. There was a message from Slur at around 5 p.m. but I haven't replied it yet, which is strange because I try to reply her messages as soon as possible and I couldn't possibly have passed a whole evening and went to bed without replying her. Once again, I ignored this fact and thought, "Hei, why don't I wake up early and go read the papers so my dad will think I'm smart?".
So I stumbled downstairs (I already changed into my PJs by that time) and prepared to look as if I'm very interested in worldly affairs although I only wanted to read the entertainment section. Then suddenly my mom came out of the kitchen and said, "Haha, we both slept till so late. Now it's 8 o' clock already." and I thought "*toot* 8 o' clock you say late you want me slap you is it?"
Then my dad came out of his study and said, "I thought I told you to change for dinner?" (although I seriously and honestly never heard those words escaping his lips just now) and suddenly, my mind went blank.
A few minutes and lots of blank stares later, a light bulb lit up in my empty head. It's night!
There I was thinking it was morning the whole time and getting ready to go to school when actually I haven't even slept for the night yet! How dumb can I get, eh? No Slur, you may not answer this question.
That's also why I thank god for laziness. Had I been a little more proactive and shouted to my dad "What lah! Come wake me up at 9, my class starts so late you wake me so early for what?", he would have deep fried, burned and toasted me for breakfast and went on with his lecture about not sleeping during day time because it makes me stupider, and he would have never let me off the hook until I slam the door in his face. Once again, some times, being a little lazy can't hurt.