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Just discovered that i dislike blogging because i suck at writing and am lazy to blog and have better things to do like playing the piano and reading and going out with friends and eating and fbking and sms-ing and sleeping. I don't even bother using comma and just substitute it with 'and'.

Don't worry. I'm not going to stop blogging. I will come here if i feel upset or bored.

After all, my hobby/mood changes in an hour basis.

Shit, pmr hasn't over yet. And i'm acting like i don't care but actually i do care, just lazy to study.

Sms or leave me a message on fb if you need me. I'm kinda obsessed with both of them.

That's all.

Friends

Was looking at my friends' Facebook photo albums.

Feel so sad after that...because they had friends with them inside the photos. I was and am still alone when camwhoring. My current facebook photo is me and my gramps, because that's the best I could find. (My cousin like it, anyway.)

I feel so alone, so lonely. My circle of friends is so freaking tiny. No new friends, only old ones. Here are the reasons why:

• I am not socialized. (Stay at home every day, watch tv and play poker, never go out to meet friends.)
• I never join any activity, in school or outside.
  
• I have no self confidence. (Too shy. Scared to make eye contact with people when taking.)
• I made a lot of enemies in school.
• I am ugly. (Skin is too fair until girls are jealous of me, baby faced.)
• Something about my personalities that make people dislike me. (Childish, annoying, etc.)
• I am lame and outdated.
  

I think that's all. If you can think of anymore, don't tell me because I'll literally cry.

Who is willing to be my friend, email me at carson@gmail.com. Just joking. The email is fake as well. (Lame)

Seriously, I have to go make some friends. By logging on Facebook regularly. And get an internet connection to my phone in order to do that. And screw my blog because it ain't gonna help me make friends.

Bye. Find me on Facebook.

Birthday

4th August

0000 (midnight): Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! Four! Three! Two! One! (Fireworks) HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Of course that did not happen. I was sleeping. Nobody, not even fireworks, could wake me up, so I wouldn't know if that had happened.

0500 (estimated time): Woke up suddenly, but still lying in bed. Seeing it's not bright yet, I said happy birthday to myself and slept again.

0745: Woke up.

0900: Started my last minute piano practice for two hours. Kept playing scales and arpeggios until I got it right. Bang bang bang bang bang BANG BANG BANG. ♪

1100: Chow time. Ate 3 drumsticks as my birthday lunch.

1200: Mum called the taxi and asked the driver to come at 12.30-1.00.

1205: The taxi came. So damn early. My exam time was 3.04. We left the house a few minutes later after it came anyway.

1220: Reached Oriental Crystal Hotel. Went to register. After that went to toilet. Quite scared while entering the toilet because no one's inside and my friend told me that the hotel was haunted. Kept saying prayers while urinating. How silly of me.

1230: Ended up having 2 hours plus to kill. Luckily there's a Metro shopping mall nearby, so we went shopping. Mum wanted to shop for a new pair of jeans, I just needed time to calm myself down.

1430: Went back to the hotel. Metro wasn't that good for a shopping center. There's a lot of narrow hallways and it looked like a maze.

My piano teacher came and talked to my mum for a while. She said my piano skills were okay. I thought I was going to fail. She said Yan Yi was also okay. (Yan Yi, tell me your marks please~)

1504: Received a birthday greeting from Shio Kee. Kinda amused me. Haha.

1505: It's my turn. OMG. I was so nervous.

The examiner was a young English man. It's not him that made me nervous. I could hear my heart thumping furiously.

I screwed up some scales. I was not used to the heavy sound of the piano. It sounded so different from mine. The keys were slippery that I didn't dare to exert too much force. Screwed up a lot in the first piece too, as well as the sight-reading. Sang off tune in the first aural test. Didn't know if I got the rest correct. All I wanted to do was to get out of that freaking place.

1520: Finally he said, "That's it. You're done," and I sighed with relief when we shook hands.

Had to control myself from running. The first thing they asked was certainly "ok ah?" I shook my head at them. I thought I failed my exam. I couldn't be sure, because grade 1 I thought I failed too, but I got distinction. The same goes for grade 3, I got a pass but failed my sight-reading.

If I failed this time, served me right because I did not practice regularly.

1600: Home sweet home. Felt so exhausted after a day of nervousness and tension.

1700: Sleep time.

1850: Woke up. Since it's my birthday, we ordered pizza. Yum.

Halfway through demolishing the pizzas, my mother realized that we forgot to put candles on the pizza and sing happy birthday song. We didn't order a birthday cake because I hate it.

2100: Received birthday messages from my friends one by one. Kinda happy actually, to think someone had still remembered that it's my birthday. Watched tv, just like any other days.

Life's slowly returning to normal.

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5th August

Logged on to my Facebook account because my friends said they had left some comments yesterday. I rarely checked my Facebook because I thought it was boring, except for poker.

I wasn't expecting so many people to wish me happy birthday. Needed a few minutes to reply all the greetings with "thx~:)" "thx bro" "thx~^^" "thx~xD". Haha. Thanks for all your greetings! Muackzz~

Conclusion: Birthday is just an ordinary day, the only thing is you get a hell lot of birthday greetings from your family and friends. :)

Screw up

Just screwed up all of the pieces during piano lesson, as well as sight reading. My singing sucks too. I don't know whether I can pass my exam 5 days later or not.

Now my friends are at some restaurants celebrating Shio Kee, Shi En and Jia Hwei's birthday because they were all born in August. I was invited too, but I couldn't go because of the piano lesson. Sorry. Maybe they would have more fun together, without me there. I'm just so annoying and probably be neglected, anyway.

Off to sleep. Bye. zzZ

99 days to PMR~

Oh my god...god help me...

Today marks the 99th day before the damn PMR examination. Shit, I haven't even prepared yet. God damn it...god you really have to help me. Ahhh~damn this PMR shit. Make me nervous like hell...

I really do say a lot of vulgar words. God please don't be mad at me, I can't help it...that's because I read all those books that contain a lot on sex and taboo words. Shit, my mind is slowly being corrupted. Whatever, I'm in my puberty period.

Basically my current life is eat, sleep, shit, read (not revision books), play online poker and win fake money. If you see me doing revision, you can go buy lottery already. I know PMR is around the corner...but I'm too freaking lazy to go study. I'm so fucking lazy~oh my god.

Anyway, let me brag about my mid-year exam results...

BM 83 (Fucking hard, extra marks added by teacher)
BI 92 (Easy)
BC 74 (Fucking hard, extra marks added by teacher, grade B)
Science 88 (Okay)
Maths 90 (Easy)
Sejarah 82 (Easy)
Geografi 87 (Easy)
KH 80 (Easy)

Moral 82 (Okay)
Sivik 81 (WTF)
PJ 65 (WTH)
Seni 62 (Fuck Seni)

9A 2B 1C.

If you count in the 4 unimportant subjects, I got number 7 in class. But class teacher said she's gonna try to make the report card to exclude the 4 subjects. Aikss...if liddat I'm gonna get number 10+ already...

Speaking of exams, today is also exactly 1 month before my piano practical exam...which is also my birthday. Damn it, why this ABRSM likes to choose 4 August for exams...the previous year also liddat. Now I'm so afraid of my birthday...funny huh? Hahaha.

Gtg.

Offline blogging

I have a few things to do today.

Firstly, wish Benny happy birthday. Next, blog. Have been postponing it for 3 days. Don't wanna delay anymore. Then, if possible, practise the piano. Exam is coming near; 3 months to go. Not to mention PMR, because currently I don't have study mood.

Feel moody. And tired. Don't wanna do anything. Just sit there, thinking about things. And pen it down. Like I'm having period. PMS, more likely. Except that I don't menstruate.

Teacher is standing there, talking, joking. Little register into my mind, because I'm not playing attention. I'm here, writing. Writing faster than my usual boring composition.

Feel like urinating. Waiting for recess. After recess, Mandarin class. Will be boring. Very boring.

Thinking about the resolution I had made this morning, that is, cut down on swearing. Swearing too much will be punished by God. It's true. Yesterday I 'fucked' too much, then I had a severe headache. Well, I'll still remain the 'damns' and 'shits' and 'hells'. They're not such a strong word as fuck.

Now thinking about riding a motorcycle. Imagining. But still nice. Heard that anyone can get a license when he/she reaches 16. August 4th, 2011 will be when I reach 16. Approximately 1 year and 3 months more. Riding a bike seems cool; just don't crash yourself into a ditch.


I 'blogged' this at school, during History class. Too freakin' bored.

Sorry for letting you get bored with me.

Spelling bee

This afternoon I participated in the "Spell it right" contest at school.

I had 3 objectives to accomplish, that was:
1. To not let him (if you know who am I talking about) win. (He would only hurt her when she sees him standing at the stage)
2. To learn more in vocabulary and spelling.
3. To win.

It's individual and we had to spell the words orally. So tough for me, because I had to think and spell it letter by letter, at least if I wrote I could correct them when I felt they're wrong.

He was eliminated quite early. Objective 1 completed.

So who's the winner? There were 3 places, 1st place 2nd place 3rd place. 2 girls and 1 BOY won them. Hehehe.

But they're all Malays.

That means I didn't win! Dammit. Objective 3 FAILED.

A bit disappointed. Yalah I admit I was quite disappointed. I failed because of the long long word: underprivileged. I spelled it as underpriviledge.

Last time it was passenger (which I spelled as passanger), this time it was underprivileged. Last time I'd obtained 6th place, this time 5th place. No prize given both times but still I have improved.

At least I learned how to spell a few words, but the competition didn't increase my vocab. I knew all the meaning of the words. I know the meaning of diarhoea and even know how to spell it, because I kena before. Haha.

Objective 2: Completed (sort of).

I made a good decision of walking back home by foot, because it calmed me down. I just live 2-3km away from the school, but it took me 30 something minutes to reach home. And I was sweating profusely too because I wore a T-shirt underneath my shirt because it was cold in the morning. I enjoyed the sweating nevertheless. I seldom sweat.

Whatever. I will be in for the next year's spelling contest!

Know more about Carson

Personality
~Show off
~Last minute
~Changes his mind easily
~Lame but trying not to be lame
~Lazy
~Sucks
~Gets angry/moody easily

What he likes
~Card tricks
~Gambling
~Swearing
~River flows in you (both listening and playing)
~Life is like a boat (listening)
~Friends
~Cousins
~English
~Bleach
~Money
~Purple
~Natural green

What he had liked but hates now
~MSN
~Facebook
~Online games
~Crystals
~Fun fair
~Some damned friends he had made
~Himself (for being so thin)
~Streamyx (lag like hell)
~Singing
~SMSing (wastes money)
~Yellow
~Malay

What he hates
~Insects
~Fuckers
~Love
~Medicine
~School teachers
~2012
~His damn computer mouse
~School
~Mandarin
~Sushi

What he had hated but likes now
~Food (sort of)
~Japanese

What he would like to do when he turns 18
~Fucking (literally)

What he always does
~Shuffling cards absently
~Pacing around
~Thinks
~Talks to himself

What he seldom does
~Practises the piano
~Blogging
~Homework
~Studying his ass off

What he is happy with
~His family
~His IQ (118)
~His handphone (Nokia XpressMusic 5130)

What he wants to concentrate in
~The English language
~Card tricks

Wishlist
~A video recorder
~Decks of playing cards
~A laptop
~Storybooks

April Fool

...but no April fooling mood in school.

Dun wanna neglect my blog, I'm just gonna tell you a lame story of me that happened in school.

It started like this...I wanted to piss after my extra class at 3.30pm, so I went (no, I ran) to the toilet to do my business. While I was pissing happily, some fuckers came and kicked at the toilet door. I'd done my business, opened the door, acted casually, but actually I was waiting for them to apologize to me. Once those Malays (I thought they were Form 1 because they had no name tags) saw my red-coloured name tag (which I thought so, btw red means Form 3), they're scared and scrammed out of the toilet. No apologizing like I expected, but still I was syok because I managed to scared the hell out of somebody. Wakakaka~

OMG I blog so lamely. Sorry for making you read that =).

And my discovery of the day: My Indian friend Sharman and his younger brother look so alike! I almost thought they were identical twins. Except that his brother was slightly chubbier than him, and he was childish. I caught him sticking his tongue out in the mirror. Haha.
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I reread my blog post exactly 1 year from now, that April 1st when I was still writing in Chinese and was bounded into the wrath of love. I felt so stupid, really. Actually I first started writing this blog was to reveal my feelings towards my friends and to that you-know-who. Good thing I'd made a mental note this year not to love somebody, and it is still going on successfully because I saw every Chinese girl in my school (at least in my grade) many times already and all of them are not my cup of tea. Excellent.

Pun choi = not a pot of vegetables

Okay, before we go on to my new post, I have something to say...


1st thing: I got a fucking B for English. B for boy, B for bullshit and B for b*tch. Damn it, never in my entire life I had gotten lower than the distinctive grade. Except for this time. Serves me right for not blogging for so long because blogging is like a practice to me, same like writing a damn essay in school, except it's more interesting. I know I swear a lot. This makes another difference: writing essay cannot use swear words, but blogging i can type a whole page of vulgarities, Blogspot wouldn't censor my words. xD

I said before if I ever get B for English, I would jump off a building. Now I'm scared of death, so I'm here, still blogging.


2nd thing: I've changed a new handphone!



It's a Nokia 5130 XpressMusic. Just by looking at the name, you'll know it's for songs. But the photos I'd captured are even crappier than the old one because it has no flash.

Whatever. I'll just use the camera when it's bright.

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Today, I went to a restaurant somewhere in Sungai Buloh with my dad's-side extended family to have a pun choi dinner.

Pun choi in cantonese literally means a pot of vegetables, thus making me think that it's really different types of vegetables mixed in a pot with soup, something like steamboat, the only thing different is it's all vegetables, without meat. My aunt (Carol's mum), who watched too many Hong Kong movies, thought like that too. So does my mum, who also watched Hong Kong movies and listened to my aunt's opinion.

Well, despite what you think if you haven't try it yet, here's some pictures that show the opposite.



Oops, did I show the wrong picture? No, I'm sure this is the one.

It's a freaking pot of chicken, prawns, pork and fish! The vegetables you'd expected to see is just a small group of broccoli and cauliflower in the center!

If it's not a pot of vegetables, why people call it pun choi?



There you'll see all kinds of sauce, chilli sauce, garlic sauce, soy sauce, oil...

A pun choi restaurant is not a place for vegetarians and monks.



Then, we began eating. The fish tasted uncooked, the chicken got fish taste, the pork tasted almost exactly like fish. I really don't know why so many people were eating at there that night. I think chicken rice tastes better than that.

I haven't finish yet. How much do you think that pot cost? RM100? RM150?
It's RM250++. A pot of below average food, but goddamn expensive. Good thing it's not my father who paid the bills.



What's this bottle doing here, you ask? For crashing people's head.

Kidding. I was attracted by the beer bottle. I wanted to taste it again after 10 years, when I was 4 years old. That time I dunno how to drink that yucky drink. So I thought, how's the taste to me after so many years just drinking Shandy?



My uncle poured some beer for me, less than a quarter glassful, and everyone was staring at me, waiting for me to drink.

Under the pressure of so many people, I took a sip.




*Gulp*

I didn't vomit. Impressive. And it tasted nice.

Then I drank anything that's left inside that glass.

Nicee. xD

Better than some fake beer (Shandy) which contains less than 1% alcohol.

After that I pour another quarter glassful into my glass.

Yeah, this was me, after drinking half glass of beer. Did I look red in my face or something?

My friends must be wondering was I drunk that night and imagining this dramatic scene to happen:

Carson: Don't hold me, I can walk on my own! *stumbled and knocked somebody's plate off the table*
Uncle: You are drunk! Don't move and I'll hold you piggyback!

Carson: Damn it, I told you I'm not drunk! Waiter, get me another glass of beer! *knocked on somebody and fell down miserably*

Sorry to disappoint you, but of course it's not true! C'mon, it's just half glass of beer!

Chinese New Year 2010 - balik kampung trip

A lot of things have changed during this CNY, about me, my feelings and others. For instance, my definition for CNY was no longer firecrackers. Before this year, I always looked forward to play with fireworks. So why did it change? Probably something to do with my maturing process. Anyway, the "must do" stuff during CNY in my mind now is gambling.

What's so good about gambling? Well, you can feel the excitement and nervousness inside you when you open the card slowly, bit by bit, then with a little luck, you'll smack the card onto the table and yell out loud "Yes!!". Ha ha, that's only if you don't lose. And also, you can increase your speed of calculating. Thus, you can say it's educational. But the best and most important thing is - money. I don't have to explain, do I? If you are damn lucky, you win fast cash - but if you're unlucky, you'll go bankrupt. Okay, maybe not that serious. You'll lose every single cent of your hard-earned pocket money. But even if you bankrupt, you also feel happy because you gambled, right? What the hell, I'm teaching my readers crap. Don't let this blog brings you bad influence, ok?

On the first day of CNY, I was at Mengkuang, Pahang - 30 minutes from Temerloh and a few kilometres away from a small city, Triang. Mengkuang is a tiny little chinese village with only 2 schools - 1 each for primary and secondary - , a small market place and no shopping malls. Even shops, including coffee shops, grocery stores and mechanical shops, are less than 50. I have to mention, due to a chicken farm nearby, every coffee shop within a radius of about 1 km, the tables are filled with flies when there is no customer sitting. Yet they seemed to pay no attention to the annoying flies. I thought I saw a police station there, but it's either closed or the cops were slacking because nobody would bother you when you play with firecrackers and fireworks.

The second change of this year's CNY is that my angpao get less. Maybe I was so busy gambling with cards that day, therefore some aunties couldn't find me and forgotten about my angpao. Besides, usually I'd greet them with a lot of CNY's 4-word idiom, such as (translated from chinese) well and healthy, safe while going anywhere, and something similar. This year, I only focused on my cards and they have to shove angpao to me, then only I said "gong xi fa cai" without facing them and continue on my gambling. What a rude boy I was. But I proved I didn't need that much angpao money by winning RM30! I bet 1 or 2 ringgit each round because I was afraid of losing, and after 3 long hours I tucked my winnings inside my wallet and walked away happily. Lucky day for a Boar.

I stayed there for 3 days starting from New Year's Eve. Generally, what I did to kill time in that boring place was playing Bleach on PS2 (for some reasons, I never get bored with this game), find my cousin brother to have fun together (sometimes we also played Bleach), reading my novel, watching tv while letting my mind wander away, eating and sleeping. Gambling was just that 1st day of CNY, during the second day, for some unfathomable reasons, everyone seemed weary. Our most active gambler fell asleep at the sofa. Disappointed, I also took a nap too.

My cousin brother's father - my uncle - had taught me a few magic tricks. He said that he learned them himself by watching Youtube videos. These tricks are simple, everybody can do it, with practice of course. On the 3rd day, I went to Bentong. Once I reached the destination, I rushed towards the main door, leaving my parents to bring out our stuff. I was so excited to perform a magic show to my cousins. All of my tricks got bocor - some of them they know already or figured them out successfully, whereas others I revealed the secrets to them. Yeah, I know a magician shouldn't reveal the secrets of the magic tricks to a non magician. Next time remind me to not let people know what's behind the tricks. We cracked jokes over it, and they enjoyed my show and my generosity. My another uncle said jokingly that he'll be my manager and bring me to Genting Highlands to let the people know "Carson the Magician". Wakaka~

(In case you want some introduction of Bentong, click here.)


Shit, I forgot to take photos of Mengkuang! Instead I took a lot of photos of Bentong...It's not that Mengkuang is ugly or something. I just wanna show you how the tables were filled with flies.

That afternoon, we played mahjong, also a form of gambling. Oh, so some of my friends don't know I can play mahjong? I can play, but only 3-player mahjong. Everyone related to the Soo Family should know how to play, but still a few family members don't know but are willing to learn. I thought I was clever because I know how to play, and then I acted high and mighty. Little did I know I was playing with the ultimate grandmaster - my grandpa. As a result, I lost every cent from what I won from gambling at Mengkuang. Yes, RM30, in not more than half an hour. Damn. Actually I'm not that bad in mahjong, I'm considered average for the youngest generation. At night, as a mahjong addict that I am, my cousins and I taught my 2 cousins who wanted to enter the mahjong world, and ended up playing with my other cousins, only without gambling. The two newbies abandoned their lessons and went to watch tv.


The mahjong table where we played mahjong.

Anyone who is interested in playing mahjong, please call Carson: 012-xxxx325. I will charge you according to my mood, ranging from RM5 to RM500 per lesson.

The next and last day at Bentong (we only stayed for 2 days and 1 night), my mum went to consult the guan yin ma ma for this year's luck and advice. As far as I know, that woman is a person who can let the god - guan yin - possess her body and gives advice to people who seek her. She is not bluffing, because last year I always shut the curtain tight (one night my mother pulled away the curtains and saw a man in black - probably a robber - sneaking at our roof and she let out a scream. Since that day, I always closed the curtains tight) and she could tell. This year, she said that I'm a clever person. *giggles silently* She advised me to do my homework early and sleep by 10pm every day. What the hell? The first one I can forcefully accept, but the latter is a "no way"! Impossible, because my body clock is hard to change. Like when you sleep every day at 3 am and I tell you to sleep at 10pm and wake up at 6am!


Since my uncle was rushing to go to his wife's family, we decided to go back earlier. We had a photography session, where we took photos of our family with the house. The house's gonna be sold soon, although they still couldn't find a buyer. The price is RM90,000, but they will give discount to relatives or friends they know. Sometimes I wished I became a rich man, so that I could buy the house and the land surrounding it. I would get some servants to clean up the house nice and clean every day, even though we won't be visiting it often. Plants and trees would fill the land, and it would be the nicest house in the village...

Yeah, nice daydream, but being a rich man has its disadvantages too. Rich men always get robbed and kidnapped, and that's a high chance for being killed. Ha ha. Be a rich man or not, your choice.


After the session, I went around and took photos by myself. I'm not gonna waste any opportunities to have one more glance of the house. After all, this house was where I grew up, and it left me a lot of childhood memories.


So, they're still having their photography session? I wondered when they would get tired for posing and shooting.

The beautiful woman in the center of the photo (Yes, the woman who was blocking the cameras) is my mum. She was walking back happily after "stealing" those passion fruit from the neighbor's farm. Stealing is a word that suits half in this situation. It's actually like this: My granddad went to ask the neighbor whether he could pluck the passion fruit growing on her tree. She said can, then he told my mum about it, and my mum plucked a hell lot of them - just enough to fit in a plastic bag - without asking the owner again.


The photographers. Standing behind them is my aunt, who was also plucking those kind of fruit.


The posers. At the front were the two mahjong juniors I'd mentioned, although 1 of them is 5 years my senior.


Screw this picture. Did you noticed that in my hand are the passion fruit?

When I started packing mahjong back into their box (mahjong always comes to my mind first), my cousin saw me and thought I wanna play some more, then said "Sifu, you wanna play ar?" Hahaha. At the end of my Bentong trip, I became a "sifu", both in mahjong and in magic tricks. Is leadership one of my personalities this year? The feng shui book didn't say so.



THE END


Oh, before I go, here's some photos for my cousin Carol, when we removed pictures (I think they're about 10 years ago) from the wall of our Bentong house. In other words, they're "photos within photos". I don't have a scanner, and thus I used my crappy hp to take pictures, which made them crappier.


These are the photos from ten years ago, when we went for a trip to dunno-where.


Oh shit I am not &^$@% with Carol! That time we were still little, and...and we were told to pose together and that's the result of these damned photos! Anyway, cousins cannot ^$%*# with cousins right? Yeah, right. Phew.


This photo, you can see an old but still looked beautiful woman. And there's an old but happy man. And with common sense, you know that it's my grandparents.

And for the next and last photo, please tell Ken to come before you scroll down......








WAAAAAAAAH!

So cute!! Can't believe a 9-year-old boy with a pair of specs now had this face when he was a baby...

Dunno what's his reaction will be..I'm dying to know! Please let me know after you showed him, k?

Greetings, guys!

The big yesterday I started writing for Chinese New Year. However, due to my slow typing and retarded thinking, now I still have half of the post to finish. Please wait while I'm brainstorming about what I should write. It should be finished today or tomorrow.

Homework still haven't done, and I'm blogging already. I think you guys shall give me a reward for being so hardworking...haha.

Oh btw, during the 1 week holiday I was interested to magic tricks about cards. I'm still a newbie. Jerome, a senior, should teach me more, right?

Happy Chinese New Year, everybody!

Tense class

I actually agree with Shio Kee, who said that our class is scary - everyone is holding a book (sometimes including me) while in class, which makes the class very serious and tense.

Seriously, less boys in our class doesn't mean that they are not clever. They still study for PMR and whatsoever exams. For example, a nerd behind my seat always study, study and study some more, like 24 hours is not enough for him. I even saw him reading something that is not included in our Form 3 syllabus. Scary. And even the boys don't study, I think 3 out of 7 boys can get to top 10. Asyraff, Faez and Izzun. They simply use their intelligence and can simply score.

Do you feel that I'm more matured this year? I mean, I can study myself, and hold a book like everybody else in the class. Haha. I'm getting nerdy at the same time. Because I made a mental note to myself this year that I won't get more childish than last year, and don't go sampat here and there with the girls every day. While I'm getting more matured, it seem like Shio Kee is getting more childish...wakaka~

Sorry, off topic.
Well, the girls study like normal, and by normal I mean normal like last year. Still keep on hiding their heads inside their books and won't come out for another 3 hours or so. The books are not comics or novels or anything, I don't understand how they can endure this that seems like an eternal suffering to me. Maybe studious students treat books like how we play PS2 games or something.

As a conclusion, all I can say is gambateh for your PMR, friends! Who cares if you're studious or playful or nerdy, just continue what you're doing and good luck with your exam, that's all. (Feels like I'm writing at the time when it's the last day of the countdown.. = =)

Goin' back to Bentong during CNY

Yeah, I know another post of my beloved hometown Bentong will be boring to my friends. But this is my blog, and I can post anything here right? Yeah yeah yeah. Shut up and start blogging already.

Currently, my parents' idea is to go back Bentong at the 4th day of CNY. No sleepovers. But I should be grateful that I can go back, because my mom insisted on seeing the Guan Yin Mama (name translated and screwed) for this year's luck , and they want a rest after 3 or 4 days at my dad's family. Still, I doubt that I can see relatives going back to hometown at that day, because we can't sleep in our ex Bentong house (I don't even know if it is sold out already), but still I hope. Maybe have some fun together, we're not like 7 years old anymore. We'd all grown up, and no more hide-and-seek and chasing games for us. Sometimes I really wish time can be turned backwards, so that we still can play together, eat together, laugh together.

Read xiaoyii's blog just now, she talked about a damned girl who scolded her and she was about to slap her when someone stopped her. Should have at least send some regards to her mother. I commented about that, and my "fuck" word kena censored by the chatbox. Served me right for using foul language that often.

So, are you going back to Bentong this CNY, cousins?

No August Luck

Oh, fuck August Luck. I can't stand this lame nickname anymore. And I can't believe I'd actually used this name for a year and a half. Maybe it's because I don't write diaries anymore, so no need to sign my entry every day.

And for your information, from now on this blog will have no blog picture and welcome message to greet you. They're annoying, I think. No pictures, no music, no calendar, no props, no nothing. You want music, just turn on your Winamp or Windows Media Player. You need to know the date and time, just freaking refer to your computer time. There will be words filling most of the blog. I'm trying to keep it as simple and plain as possible.

Why am I doing this, you ask? No idea. No reason. I just feel like doing it, that's all. Yeah, my blog will be much simpler and much more boring. Like I want to shoo all the readers away. Haha.

I'll only update my blog once every week or fortnight, so don't always check out my blog. Funny, where got bloggers tell people not to stay tuned to their blogs one? Hahahah. Because I have a busy life. Busy playing and sleeping, most of the time.

Oh well, I guess that's all. Bye.

Learn how to kill insects in a cruel way

This post is not for insect lovers.

I've been using this method since 2 years ago. If you're cruel enough or have a hell lot of time waiting to spend, you may find this interesting. I've kill ants, "winged ants" (literally translated from cantonese) and recently, a spider with this method.

And the method is......to make them suffocate! Not by water of course, that's just too easy and not cruel enough, and I don't need to write this. The ingredient to make them suffer is....glue. The method is simple: pour glue on some poor ants. They can't breathe or swim inside it, after a few seconds they will suffocate! Wahahaha....cruel, isn't it? Of course, there is a disadvantage. You need to clean up your mess! Never mind lar, you got a lot of time ma, so clean up la. Use a tissue to wipe it off. Aiya, I forgot to mention you have to waste tissue papers in order to kill insects!

I know you will say: But I can't kill flying insects right? I can't simply flick the glue towards them and end up getting my place dirty! In this case, fill a sprayer with water and spray them first. The water will make their wings heavy and they'll drop to the ground, then all you need to do is to pour glue all over that fucker! This works with "winged ants", but I haven't test it on mosquitoes and flies. You know, they fly very fast.

When you are in a bathroom singing to yourself, suddenly a freaking spider appeared near you! You are interrupted and get furious (just like my situation). You don't have to use your glue. Instead, use shampoo. It's much easier and you can clean up by splashing water over the mess. And your mother won't scream at you for messing around because you're in a toilet, she can't see you!

This cold-blooded method is best used when you're under lots of pressure from your mother, your father, your teacher, your boss, etc. It will help you release you pressure, more or less.

Brought to you by this cruel Mr Carson =)

I'm back~

So very very sorry guys! I was too obsessed with my PS2 and games and movies during the holidays until I totally forgotten about my freakin blog! And new year has already gone! *slaps myself*. Anyway, I'm glad 2009 had finally came to an end, coz' I don't like that year. Getting into those kinds of I love you, you don't love me problems, grandma passed away and I estimated my end-of-year test results to be sucked completely (I can only estimate because I haven't dare to go get my results back!), you know why I detest 2009. I shall just hope that 2010 will be a better year for me.

Luckily I still remain in 3A. If not my parents will be hell. Seriously, I need a chinese boy from other class or school to get into my class. You know, all chinese in my class are girls who are really hardworking and studious and at the same time, they're pa pohs. If I keep befriends with them too much, it's a matter of time I'll be a pa gong. But 99% a boy is not going to fly all of a sudden to my fucked up school. Damn.

Guess what, I bought a new laptop! After getting it, I quickly filled it with nice pictures of Bleach (p.s: I was too coward to continue on Conan's manga. Instead, I became a Bleach fan =] ). Now my dad is working on the wireless internet modem. It doesn't work, thus making him frustrated. He keeps saying things like "bastard...why give us all the problems...we paid for it and this is what I get.." Haha...

To tell you the truth, I actually wanted to abandon this blog. Just now, I wanted to check 1 last time to see whether if someone paid a visit to my lame blog. And there are. They missed me (wtf....) and wanted me to update. And now, after 1 whole month of inactivity, this blog is back to normal. Welcome back, my friends.

Happy belated new year 2010! May this year will not be worse than last year!
The increasing of price has already shown that it's worse already...