The Wondrous Life of the Insane

OUOC part 3

2011-07-30T08:18:00.000-07:00

yes, we are back again. shhhhhhhhhhhh. they are all sleeping. we should have finished this tour during the holidays itself. now, they are all back and so the tour can only occur during times when they are either asleep or not home. try and tiptoe around the unit alright. we can't afford to leave evidence of you guys being here.

you will notice that the arrangement of the sofa has changed. you want to know why?. look beside the tv, the tangle of wires and a small white static creature with blinking green eyes. what does that tell you?.. yes we got Unifi-ed!! for those who do not understand, its an Internet wifi modem. okay, now lets keep moving. shhhhhh, you over there, yes you, don't look back, quiet now. i think i hear Mr Pan coming out. everyone down on the floor, let me off the lights. ohh, false alarm. lets move on.

i covered the living room last time right. now to ken's study room. yes its quite small as you see it. the old yellow ( almost washed off colour) shutter door holds all our (junk) stuff!! starting from iron and the iron board which we use once in a blue moon. boxes of stuff which we bought for the house and just plain good-for-nothing stuff that might come in handy one day or another. the two tables in the room itself are similar to the ones that you saw before in the living room. its ken's and rudy's but rudy usually doesn't study here. he prefers the couch or the living room table. so practically its just ken's room. yes, those books of further maths and physics and maths, that exude a disturbing aura are ken's. those are huge right? no no, don't touch that. you, yes you. keep that book down. its not yours. *bam* i asked you to keep it down silently, not to give an announcement that we are here.

anyways, its getting late and i should get some sleep. i have classes tomorrow you know. okay now lets just get out of here silently before Mr Pan or Rudy wake up. you can hear the cranky bed's sounds right. that might be them getting up to see whats the brouhaha by mr smartypants here is all about. don't just stare at me. move. out, Out. no no, don't slam the door. silently close it. at least you did that right!

OUOC part 2

2011-04-09T21:23:00.000-07:00

Welcome once again. Our unit’s now open for display once more. Where did I leave you guys last time? Let me see...was it the dining table or the study table? I think its the study table for I remember telling you guys about the dining table doubling as study table. But right now I am talking about the actual study table. Okay that was a mouthful. Great. Yes, that’s my table. The fiction books aligned in the first compartment speaks for itself. Uh huh. I still have my form 5 books , well some of them, there as well. Don’t give me that stare. I am doing A-levels for god sakes, so sometimes I have to glance through my basics. Okay, moving on. That not-so-white lab coat you see on the table is my chemistry lab coat. Errr....the reason for it not being “pearly white” as it is supposed to be is the exam period.

Right beside my table is Mr. Pan’s. Judging from all those books filled with scientific knowledge you would expect him to be someone smart. I assure you, your judgement isn't wrong. You would also notice that he has a table lamp, the fancy one you can get from IKEA, clamped to the side of his table. Uh huh, again, Mr. Pan is one hell of a trickster. Try looking under the lamp fixture. Voila, there is no bulb. Yes the lamp has been there for the past eight to nine months, but no one said that it had been used. Hmmm. Did your perception of Mr. Pan change? Anyways, let’s keep going, so many things to cover before we lock up the place again.

Now walking towards the TV area, you would see a huge white cosy couch in the middle. That settee was from Rudy’s aunt’s place. They were moving into a new house. Either Rudy convinced them to give us the couch or the aunt wanted us to have it voluntarily, that I am not so sure of. One thing that I am sure of is that I have become accustomed to the huge-firm-but-not-too-firm couch for It has doubled as my bed for the past week. Well, here’s the dirt. Aiman who is a friend of ours decided to stay over a couple of days, or weeks, for we could all study together for the exams. Being the fast one, I called dips on the couch and Aiman had to take my cranky bed which you will see soon. Ahh, take a seat. You know you want to.

Ohh, the television itself; stares at us while we seat here. I know it looks old school, no plasma or LED here. It’s better that way right? Helps us focus on our studies. That’s what we keep telling ourselves. It sits on a short wooden dust-covered stool. We always forget about that when we are cleaning.

The two not-so-comfortable looking brown sofas are what they initially provided us with; the wooden structures with miserable looking support cushions. Thank lord, Rudy’s aunt was moving. Exaggeration? You bet. It’s not really that bad. The not-so-cream curtains that veils the scorching sunlight from piercing into the living room, was provided to us too. Ahhhh. How nice of them to do all of this for us?

Its lunch time. Guess we got to step out once more. When I told you there are lots of details to cover, I was not lying. See you guys next time.

Our Unit that Overlooks the College

2011-04-08T22:33:00.000-07:00

Our unit is in Sri Hartamas. Yes, the posh land where the current king is having his palace built. It is a small unit. Basically, white walls stare us down when we walk into the unit. Let me bring you in for a brisk walk into our unit. Be careful the warmth might take you by surprise.

Stepping into our unit, you would realise that the door is broken. Yes, not completely broken but its knob is unable to be used. Thanks to my roommate Mr. Pan. One day weeks before I am typing this, Mr Pan was home alone. He decided to go out for some reasons but forgot to bring his keys out with him. What happened next would affect us all for weeks to come. When he got back, he stared at the knob and asked himself, HOW COULD HE GET IN? Yes, the ONLY SENSIBLE answer he got was to break the knob. Kudos to you Mr. Pan.

Anyways, come on right in. Uh huh, the shoes are arranged beside the small shoe rack and the slippers are there as well. No, don’t focus on those stinky socks hidden in the last compartment of the shoe rack. Let’s keep moving. Ahhh, the dining table which doubles as our study table most of the time. The books on the table are proof of that. Don’t be fooled, it only looks clean for Ken’s parents decided to land us a visit last week. If you were here the week before, you would be lucky even to lay your eyes upon the wooden surface of the table.

Ah hah. Ken? Yes, Ken is my house mate who is Rudy’s roommate. Rudy? Hmmm mmm. Yes. Rudy is my housemate as well. Okay. Let me clear this up. Four of us live in the unit. Two in each room. Rudy and Ken in one and Mr. Pan and I in another. Ken’s parents visited us last week for it was college holidays and we were all heading back. When we heard that they were coming to the unit. A tornado broke free. It cleaned up everything starting with the living room right up to the dishes that were soaking in the sink for the past week. All it took was 30 minutes and everything was neat and tidy.

Moving away from the dining table, you would see two study tables. Mine and Mr. Pan’s. Yes, it looks orderly thanks to the tornado.

Ahhh look at the time. The unit has to be closed now. I would have to continue the tour later. So many details to state and so many experiences to share. I promise you it would be opened soon.

done with it!!!

2011-04-06T05:08:00.000-07:00

trials i mean!!...on break for another 2 weeks and then i gt to do it all over again!!!! yippe*

i am gonna update u guys soon but , as of now..i gt to catch up on my sleeping and sloww down on my intake for coffee!!! :)

HNY!!!

2011-01-02T19:54:00.000-08:00

happy new year everyone. a new year, a new beginning, a clean slate. cliched? i thought so too. but it is true. you know of that warm fuzzy feeling that you get when a new year begins. that feeling is missing this year. even the timing of this post will tell you how uninterested i am to actually be all hyped up about it. oh well, i do have loads of things that i have planned but unfortunately, i am not going to post it up here. simply because they are not really that important (for you guys anyway) and titillating to be posted up here.

but yeah, 2011 is going to be a big year. hmmm, hopefully i can make it big! resolutions have been written, it doesn't matter whether i achieve them or not, it only matters that i try my level best to materialize those goals of mine. celebration for the new year wasn't very jaunty, i would say. i was in the hospital and no it wasn't for me that i was there for.

overall i have a good feeling about this year and hopefully it doesn't disappoint me.

words......

2010-12-25T20:59:00.000-08:00

what if knowing the meaning just stops you from speaking truth?...what happens then?

this is what i have learned.....

2010-12-20T03:01:00.000-08:00

i make mistakes and i love them. for i gain loads from making a mistake than i would gain in winning a lottery. of course not literally. so now what?......NOW i leave you to think about the frustrations that you had over the mistakes and whether it was worth the lesson. i am going to be doing the same.

holidays for me

2010-12-11T23:15:00.000-08:00

hi guys, its been long since you last heard from me. and yes, my exams are over but the sickly feeling of messing things up in exams hasn't dissipated into thin air just yet. i am back at seremban, longing to see my friends before they get too busy with christmas and new year celebrations. yup, thats pretty much it!!!. can't wait to see you guys.

confused?

2010-11-16T10:09:00.000-08:00

i don't know about you , but i definitely am. its literally 2 in the morning and i am sitting here at the heart of the unit which is this wooden table right in the middle of the living room, all alone. basically, i am here once again, because i have nowhere else to go. and i am confused. why? why? why does it have to be the freaking ME, who is always confused.?

well, here goes, i am confused about my actions. you see, sometimes, my actions aren't really what is right to my heart and sometimes, when thought of carefully, they are not necessarily logical or even sensible. okay that last part didn't even make sense. anyways, thats what i am talking about, i am here again, with my Maths past year questions laying right in front of me but i have no mood to do it. no mood in the sense i look at the questions and look away with my mind drifting off somewhere else. i hate this feeling. its icky and irrelevant but i really don't know how to make it go away.

and oh yeah, the confusion kicked in like some time last week or something. i have good friends. wait, thats a lie. i have GREAT friends. but sadly, i kinda think i am more complex than what they view me as. the complexity is very difficult to be explained. i don't know. i just don't know. and you know i might not lock myself in the room and blast the radio and then scream or anything but technically, thats what i truthfully want to do at times. you know why? because sometimes, i just can't say things that go on in my head for it will complicate things.

ohhh well, at least i have you guys to vent out to.

ssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!

2010-11-09T07:48:00.001-08:00

sometimes, you just want to scream out something but you can't. why? because screaming it out will ruin your life; in other words will plunge the single strand of hope that you have been hanging onto into the abyss of darkness where it will disintegrate particle by particle and you wouldn't be able to see it because you won't be alive. thats exactly how i feel right now!!.

i have so much things to say. so many questions that need answers but i am not going to ask them for i am actually scared what the answers might unveil. don't get any wrong ideas here, these are normal teen break-apart moments. and its not really that serious but its just here and i think i just have to write it out or it will eat inside out.

now something else bothers me. you see when you write it out on a blog, the questions stay. so many years from now, if i look back at my posts and i come across the questions that weren't answered now, i might be filled with regret later. so i have decided not to tell you guys.

am i doing the right thing? i am not sure but i just needed someone to talk to. it would be awkward if it was a face to face conversation so i chose you guys. now you know something is bothering me. but you don't need to ask what's wrong when you meet me in person. better still, please don't ask. because i am quite sure i won't be able to answer you. there would be awkward silence and then the cricket sound. and oh yeah, the questions are for me to ponder on and to think twice before deciding whether i really want to know the answers.

i have nothing to hide, the questions aren't about anyone but me. so let me just disappear now and try finding myself who i am kinda detached to at times.

well, lets just get on with it.

2010-10-16T10:06:00.001-07:00

hmmm, i have been an awful blogger. i admit that. i don't blame you guys for not reading my blog anymore. TCSH has not turned me into an anti-social freak of nature who does not update his friends on blogger about his life. that bit i can assure.

i am now home for the weekend. sitting on my bed and attempting to do something productive. i should let you guys know about the friends i have made at TCSH. well words do not do justice to the level of awesome-ness they are. and guys here at Seremban, i would say the friends that i have made at TCSH are very different from you guys and that is good because i would never want to compare you guys to anyone. i give you my word if both of these groups clash, you guys would fit in like a key would in a lock made for it. yup, that's them up there, uh huh. they do look like a crazy bunch don't they? well, pictures don't lie. they are a crazy bunch but they are lovely people at the same time.

every single one of them have their own special traits. if i can i would like to tell a story about each and every one of them but sadly i don't have the mood to do so. uh-huh. i am a person who goes by his moods. lets consider this as an introduction to TCSH friends. heheheheh.

will tell you guys more next time. my eyelids are giving in, they have no will power left in them. so until we meet next time, adios amigos.

The PACT by Jodi Picoult

2010-10-02T06:22:00.000-07:00

It was simple. I had two weeks holiday and nothing to do. Not entirely true actually, i had maths homework to do, chemistry to revise, physics to look into and thinking skills to worry about. I grabbed the book, and I stared at it. Started leafing through it. You see i got it as a present from my teacher in high school. I was very much into novels and still am. I looked at the book. The cover page had a male and a female sitting with their backs facing us. And the second page had the same scenery, the same male figure but the female one was missing. Intriguing.

I started the book, like any one would actually. Just reading 20 pages here 10 pages there. But that changed. I don’t remember when or even what triggered the change. Could it be the fact that the male character, Christopher Harte, was 17 years old and by that age he had found his true love? Or the heaps of trouble he goes through when the only wrong he did was love Emily, his childhood friend, confidante, and finally lover? I don’t know. I still don’t know. But I began connecting to the book. As in, my thoughts were merged with the book. I was thinking what it would be like to be in his place. To be in Chris’s shoes and to watch his whole world crumble down right in front of him when all he did was love the girl who was, or so he thought was, his soul mate.

For the very first time, a book grabbed at me so hard that it made me shiver. When you reach a point where you knew you had loads of stuff on your hand but ignored everything and immersed yourself completely in the world of the two characters that seemed very real, you know that the book is good. I did it. The only time, i cried for a book was when I was reading Marley and Me. The only time, I felt my heart being wrenched away was when I read The Pact. Imagine this, I was actually praying for a character. I am not denying it. I felt these characters. For three days, I believed that I was actually living in their world, where true love actually existed. It was like watching a movie and then getting up and walking right into the television.

The funny thing was that these characters never had a definite face. Usually the introduction of a character means the entrance of a faceless individual into the picture. Then slowly an image came clear; a guy or a girl that I had seen in some hallmark movie or even a guy from an advertisement on NTV7. I don’t know whether it was suppose to be that way or that’s just me but I liked it. I also got to rework these images when the author throws in a detail in the next line. And the image would stay that way till the end of the book. For the first time, I had not had one steady image for Chris. He was a different guy every time I closed the book and opened it again.

I wish I could say more but I have got to reread the book again!!!..so thats all yeah!!... the pact is an awesome read and if you don’t try it, its your loss!!..

lost?

2010-09-06T21:17:00.000-07:00

sometimes i feel, the real me has actually vanished. i know this may sound totally absurd, irrelevant and idiotically stupid. but it is what i feel and i think i should be honest about it here. it has been happening for sometime. i mean this me not being me or this ME actually being me without knowing whether the real me is the one being ME. yeah, its sort of complicated. i am absolutely lost. talking to friends about it is only going to make them think that i have gone crazy or i have a severe mental illness and that i am going to die soon. hahaha. neither of which are true. (i know you are disappointed).

lets start with me being all confusing. lets say what i am now is not really me. what if i am actually trying to be funny just because funny people are crowd favourites. is it me as in the REAL me being funny. yeap, its seriously mind-boggling. but then, i like being random and funny. it is true that some people kinda, sort of, hmmm...what would be the apt word?...hmmm..think that me being random is totally stupid. yeap, that sentence is has suffered some severe "malapropisms" (by the way, it ain't an illness, thank god right!! imagine the doctor telling you that you have malapropism and you will be like...WHAT?...haha). and yeah this is getting hard to explain as in, i don't really know whether there is a purpose for me to be typing this out here but yeah, i felt like it at the start of the post.

to put things clear or well, just take the veil of confusions off, i doubt myself now. as in, am i being ME? or am i being the ME people want me to be? i feel confused. nevertheless, i am feeling calm at the same time. i really don't know whether this is normal or should i be running to the psychiatrist now. oddly, not knowing me truly, has given me the chance to discover new things about me that i didn't know about me in the first place. yeah, i am confusing you again aren't i? well, in simpler terms (frankly i can't find simpler terms than the one i used in the sentence before this). i guess the element of surprise in it counts for it. i am amazed by the amount of things that actually interest me.

well, i am lost. my identity and my idiosyncrasies may still be there. but are they truly mine? hmmm. i honestly don't know. in a nutshell, i am enjoying being lost and am hoping not to be found until the very last second on earth.

Take a bow….

2010-08-28T02:53:00.001-07:00

You showed up,

out of no where,

when i thought i could actually be happy,

genuinely fit in,

you proved me wrong,

every single step i took,

you wanted me to fall,

but you never said this,

for you wanted to be all-goody good,

standing right here,

i feel stupid,

for actually thinking about you,

for you are not worthy of my time,

or even my thoughts,

for i know one day,

your mask will fall,

your innocent facade will disappear,

and the people around you will walk away

when they know the true you,

but for now,

you can go ahead and take a bow,

but i want you to know that,

this bow will be your first step to fall.

funeral!!...

2010-08-15T09:01:00.000-07:00

i should probably have a funeral for my blog!!....it's a dead blog.....literally!..LAME right?...sorry guys, seriously, i was trying my level best to find an opening for this!!...heheheeheh...

well, basicallly, nothing much is going on as planned and probbaly the world would end in 2012 (or hopefully 2011) so that less misery would fill my life.....okay okay....exaggeration alert!!...ehhehehe...college is okay!!...still cold and freezing but i think i am starting to acclimatise here....i don't shiver anymore. well of course, i am wearing my sweater, like duh!!...i ain't stupid you know...i think my lines are getting real random...one minute this and the next minute that!1...haiz....what the heck!1..i am extremely tired, i am currently hating the KTM....yes thats the reason i am tired.

now i am off to bed, my noise-making-irritatingly uncomfortable bed which has my beg underneateh it just to make sure if it breaks and i fall down, the time interval will be long!!...okay guys, ttfn....will update ya'll soon !!!

home - hartamas?

2010-08-01T08:23:00.000-07:00

i am back at the place where students come every morning (except on saturdays and sundays, you don't just nod your head for everything, okay?) to attempt and gain some knowledge in the college situated here (now whats wrong with you, say okay in return, manners man?...*sigh*).

away from the sweet scent of HOME. so isn't sri hartamas my home ? yeah, you guessed it right, not yet!! (for those of you who didn't get it right go smack your head because that was the easiest and most expected answer ever, man!!! it doesn't have my parents, my irritating but sweet and never-in a-million-years-replaceable-siblings and LUCKY...i know most of you guys know Lucky but some strangers would have been "smart enough" to mark the word as a typo..( for those people who did that, please kindly proceed browsing through other blogs because this one is for me and he people who know me......and yeah those who have been following since the beginning also.. good thing i posted some pictures of Lucky, in the previous posts!!)

anyways, hartamas isn't home yet, but still, its alright here....i have friends, fun housemates and yeah a cranky bed but i ain't complaining (.....yet) . heheheheh...

wait wait....something interesting just happened....my roommate just brought in an induction cooker!!1....talk to you guys later (hey, you , yeah, the one saying that i can't actually talk here....we have unfinished business for now okay?...)

the Insane is a year older!!

2010-07-24T05:13:00.000-07:00

yup, its official!!... the Insane is getting better at being insane!!...i am now legally 18...oooooooo (dramatic effect)...(spotlights on me now!!)....and i shout " hey, you...yes you....I AM 18!!!...

AND YES!!!.....I AM GETTING MORE AND MORE INSANE!!!"

well, i had a wonderful day with my group of favourite people with whom i had spent my entire secondary school life with, and honestly, these are the kind of people with whom you would want to be with for the rest of your life...Yes, they are simply awesome!!....went for the movie that was simply stunning in visuals and storyline...yup what else...INCEPTION....one word rating....AWESOME!!...and my too-good-to-be-true-friend (who is just so adamant in the nicest way possible) refused to take money from me...i felt slightly guilty though!!...

after the super duper cool movie, my friends and i headed to KFC for lunch!!...i tried persuading them to let me treat them for the meal but they gang-ed up against me....well, it was 8 -1...you can guess which team won!!...later, we decided to go watch some of my friends trying to play pool!!...yes, there was some pool-ball-flying action...hehe....

then it was time to head back!!...and i forgot to mention that one of my friends actually made me a jar of mulberry jam!!....and after tasting it, i would recommend her jam to every single soul on this planet that is still able to taste the wonderfully sweet jam!! no man should be deprived off the privilege to taste this jam ......loved it!!...

all in all, i loved "today"!!... i met a lot of my friends whom i hadn't met in awhile....and we talked and laughed.....just the way it was when we were all in the same class a year back!!.... the punches from a friend, the pokes from another, and the ever-lively personalities from all....

i love my friends....seriously, i do not know whether i would have survived secondary school without them....i just wish we were all in the same college but that would make things just perfect...and perfectness is not achievable in this world...at least not in this case...

the post will end now!!...and the Insane wants you guys to know that he is very hyper and happy!!....xoxo

life update!!!...

2010-06-24T19:47:00.000-07:00

i know it has been long since i blogged but at least i am doing it now right!! considering the fact that this is going to be one of the longest update ever on this blog, i am going to break it up into two posts!!.. since i don't really want to give out all the details and make it boring as hell, i might as well do it in point form!!...

i'll start from where we left off....TNB interview!!

didn't get the TNB scholarship.
was called for JPA scholarship interview
went there with the same out-fit which i wore for the TNB interview
all in all, the interview was fine..and i was less nervous compared to the TNB one
was called for TM scholarship camp (3 days 2 nights...can you believe it??..haiz)
had a jolly good time at the camp which was held in NUBE, PD.
met a lot of new friends and well, one old one (hua chiam)..hehe
few days after, got an email from TM informing me that i was shortlisted for their interview
jumped up and down screaming YAY (which would be exotically idiotic now, seeing the fact that almost 38 of us got shortlisted and there were only 11 scholarships)
went for the TM interview in the big and expensive and scary looking Menara TM....
arrived there and met with a few friends from the camp
heard from one of them that out of the 11, 2 would be employee's children. (just great ain't it!!)
went inside, and the interviewers were all fine and welcoming but with a tone that was sarcastic and making fun of.
it was a group session, and well it was alright.
after two weeks, i found out that i was not one of their recipients...haiz...
then jpa results came out and guess what i didn't get the overseas programme, so much for dreaming for once in a lifetime experience, hahahah
the next week, i found out that i was successful for appeal and got the local scholarship from jpa....but it was in UNITEN...haiz...another major problem!!

will continue in the next post!!..chiao people!!..

INTERVIEW part 2

2010-04-21T06:21:00.000-07:00

if you could see my face rite now....you would be probably laughing....because i am smiling ear to ear trying to apologise for what i have not been able to do... my interview part 2 was due the very next day after interview part 1 but then i had debates practise with my juniors and had another interview with a camp to attend...so it had been lagged up till now... so here it goes...I'll try to make it short and sweet (can't believe i actually said that...eewww)

first off..let me pick off where i left you guys... yup the entrance..
we (that is me and my fellow comrades who happened to be in the same group as i was) walked into the room with politeness seeping out of our sweat pores and smiles that actually hurt our lips (well...i don't really know about the others but i was doing that). there were three of them and 6 of us. even though we were larger in quantity they were like giants in our eyes. they looked at us, flashed a short smile and gestured us to take our respective seats.

then it was on. well...not really. they just asked us to talk about our self. then blar blar blar...done with myself..next talk about TNB whatever you know about TNB...the regurgitating process started here, every single detail from its operating revenue to its worth of assets....and i think i talked too much because one of THEM had to say " wow, that is sufficient aravin" to actually stop me....oops bummer...

next was the debate. THE MOTION WAS THAT THIS HOUSE BELIEVES THAT TECHNOLOGY MAKES MAN LAZY. the prime minister( the guy beside me) was called upon to present his case while sitting and looking like an idiot (cheh...we all do it...because in a debate we are not supposed to seat...haiz...i don't know man...how they run that huge a place when they don't even know the simple rules of debating...hahahahahaha....just kidding man...don't take it seriously). he was saying something about inventions making our life easier but making it lazier instead. some thing about elevators making our muscles in our legs in active and stuff (heheh...because i was too busy trying to oppose the motion, i wasn't really listening)

then, the 1st opposition came up ( not really, i was still sitting). i said that technology is not to be blamed for man's laziness and that it is man who should be blamed and stuff, i got carried away with saying that technology was merely making man's life easier and also helping man get healthy in a way for inventions like the thread mill give man the ability to workout in his home...and all the boring stuff (well, i really like my last line though, ITS HIGH TIME WE STOP BLAMING TECHNOLOGY FOR EVERYTHING AND START REALISING THE TRUTH. WE HAVE A PROBLEM AND WE ARE OUR PROBLEM)...that took up the two minutes they gave to present....after that i completely switched off and was trying to justify (in my mind of course) whatever i said out aloud.

after that, they said the session was over and asked us whether we had any questions or not. of course all of us just smiled and said NO. then, we said our THANK YOU's and walked out.

that was all that happened , and nothing more. until next time xoxo.

this is really CRAZY....

2010-04-07T16:31:00.000-07:00

my jpa interview is today and i am hours away from it, yet i can still sit here and blog....
aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh..... someone HELP ME...

INTERVIEW experience...(part 1)

2010-04-03T19:33:00.000-07:00

i would say it was a very nice experience getting shortlisted. the interview was alright i guess.

well I'll just sum the process...

arrive in the very BIG posh campus with amazing architecture
look like an idiot wearing shirt and slacks
go in the registration room to find a bunch of quiet people
look around like a lost dog
find the registration counter
register and smile like a donkey while saying THANK YOU
sit down and wait
look left and right thinking of whether to speak first or to wait and be spoken to
speak to a dude beside me without exposing too much of my craziness
enter the small briefing room
a guy talks on how hard it is to get a scholarship and that we are lucky to get this far
first group of students (6 of them) enter the DOOMSDAY room
talk like a mad maniac (nerves got to me, i just had to be myself) to the persons beside me (both sides)
1st group of students come out with faces of ten year olds who just got their POKEMON cards confiscated

then, it was my group's turn....

and this is the part where i say...I'll continue with part 2 later because it is hilarious and i need time to put it together..hehehehehe....so farewell for now

current status: unstable

2010-03-19T00:05:00.000-07:00

as many of u know i had good results for my spm ( 8 A+ and 2A). lately, i have been busy applying for scholarships...well, i want to do chemical engineering ( accountancy is my second option). i have my driving thing to work out since i haven't even sat for the "undang" test yet....haiz....yes i have a lot of things to do.

PLKN is over and i totally loved my time there. i met a lot of cool people there ( and a lot of not-so-cool people too). it was one of the best experiences i have ever had. i got to kayak, and climb a huge wooden wall (felt like spiderman)...hehheheheh...my techniques were wrong though until the instructor kind a told me that "apa....nak jadi spiderman..ke ??" the instructors there at kem karisma were the best. they were young, strict but funny, helpful but humiliating, friendly but nasty...all at the same time. love the people there.

and now....i am just hoping to get a scholarship to A-levels....because i really do not want to do form 6. i am considering INTI , Taylor's, and sunway since they are giving scholarships in the form of tuition fee waiver....so currently my status is unstable.

that's all for now...catch ya later..

quick update.......

2010-02-13T18:49:00.000-08:00

well, first HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR TO ALL FRIENDS.......then HAPPY VALENTINES to all......

i m back from PLKN...for CNY holz....and so far i m loving the activities and everything about PLKN.
i had no idea that it would be this fun....it's really cool people....don't ever miss the chance if u ever get chosen...

and yeah....of course i am as dark as i can be........

i'll tell u guys more abt the activities once i have finished the whole programme....ok?....

i got nothing else to tell u guys at this moment.....so have fun indulging yourself in all those chinese cuisines this new year....and don't forget to get heart-shaped chocolates for your loved ones ( put roses on that list too....k.)

take care people....and chiao......

.a question to all.....

2009-12-20T18:52:00.000-08:00

i am confused. whether to listen to my friends who are asking me to differ NS and go for college or to go for NS like i planned earlier......its like...why you want to go and waste time there when you can join a college and start early.....and my dad is like it will be a new experience, go for it... i am confused.......

i am really dumbfounded. help me.....what do you guys think.....should i go or not?

i am gonna try and stay calm but.................

2009-12-08T02:28:00.000-08:00

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IT'S ALL OVER, BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i am who i am

2009-10-18T07:30:00.000-07:00

i have been called a lot of things; an ogre, a gorilla, a girl, a chicken, a weirdo and why even a nonsenscical jerk. but i am non of those. i am who i am. who am i? good question. aren't we all trying to find the best answer possible for that?

i dunno lar. i am confused. why? i don't know. about what? i don't know. i just came back from a fren's palce and i feel like crap. its like i have not been acting my age. u know its like one moment i am the happiest man on earth and the next i have sunk to the deepest of the seas. am i acting my age?

its like i have to u know....some how....be 17 but according to people i am still acting like i am in lower secondary or sumthin like that. i dun even know what i am typing this for.....

what do u guys think......am i supposed to be who i am or be the grown up guy everybody expects of me??????

unknown number.....

2009-09-18T00:21:00.000-07:00

there was this moment
you were sitting next to the person beside me
and i was wondering
will we still be frens
after our time in secondary school

we laughed
we talked
we joked
and we ate

then suddenly
my phone vibrates
i looked at the unknown number
called that number
but no one answered

we continued laughing
we continued talking
we continued joking
and then again
the unknown number

i ignored it this time
before i knew it
it was time to bid farewell
for the lunch was over

everybody started moving
i looked around
searching for a friend
of ten years
then i see him

gladly stood beside him
and i saw his family
heading towards the exit
he said bye
i said bye

he looked at me
and smiled
"it was me"
he said showing
his phone

i laughed
and slapped him
on his shoulder
"how dare you"
i asked, smiling

then he left.....
after that i left too.

the four letters...

2009-08-06T23:05:00.000-07:00

the four letter word,
is it true?
or is it just another myth.
long i stand here,
waiting and believing,
also hoping that it is.

would she come?
what if she doesn't?
what do i do?
do i go back?
or do i stay and wait?
wait for time to pass
and with it,
my youth.

stares thrown at me,
like daggers,
stick out on the outside,
even more painful
blunt daggers of fear,
start bludgeoning
my poor fragile heart.

glancing left and right,
i take a step in front,
awaiting the saccharine smell,
those beautiful eyes,
her cascading silky black river,
the pearls her roses conceal,
the touch of her wet petals.

consoling my weeping heart,
i take a step back,
only to find out,
i had stepped on her
soft shy feminine calves,
magic sparked for
both our eyes locked,
and with it LOVE,
i kissed her,
right there and then.

guys i am a bad poet but i wanted to write something short and story-like but it kinda turned out as a poem....wait...i am not that sure whether it is poem or not....sorry if it pains to read this...hehehehehehehehheheh

didn't really want to pick out a tittle...

2009-08-01T06:57:00.000-07:00

well, i feel bad for not studying the amount i am suppose to. having said that, i am truly seeing new personalities (who are not that new anyway) who are popping out like mushrooms out of no where. no...no... they were there before but i didn't really notice them.

first of....

Barack Obama..
i love the way he delivers a speech and i truly think that he has the power (and brains) to change the world. i am also inspired by the way he holds himself high, even though odds are against him. i do not really like politics but as far as it goes, he is truly a magnificent character who i think is one of the best leaders we have in our generation. i took notice of him recently, when there was a brouhaha about a comment he made about the police force. and then decided to youtube him and i heard a speech he gave on changing the world. it was awesome.

will smith (i know you are thinking, whats up with me and african american guys?? aren't you?)
well, i saw him on oprah and sure i loved his movies way before that. he is just so cool, calm , collected and crazy at times. and have you heard him laugh .......ohhhhh...you should....then you will be laughing at and with him. it is just so funny. i love the way he talked about his kids, and life and everything he said on the show was just so apt at that moment. i don't know why but i was depressed when i was watching the show but when the show ended my spirit was uplifted.

dhilip varman...(i am sorry for you if you haven't heard him sing...sorry also if you don't understand the language he sings in..tamil.)
he is this awesome indian singer in malaysia. i heard his songs and fell in love with all of them..i really can't believe that we have a singer that good. i also love the way he sings live. he is so genuine when he gives interviews.....and i also love the fact that he didn't give up after losing in a competition and is now even more famous than the girl who won.

i really can't believe that i didn't notice these guys before. well, they are just great...i don't really know why i am blogging about nonsense like these which you already know about (most of you all...anyway).. but this is MY blog...... so you know i just felt like writing something like this. cheao.... ppl..(for now)

the BEST birthday ever.....

2009-07-24T02:24:00.000-07:00

alright, i just came back from the best surprise birthday party one could ever get. seriously, i did not expect it.

it all started yesterday, when clement told me that we have a Mighty Minds meeting at his house. so i was like

" do we really have to have the meeting?" and he was like " hey competition is in like few weeks, you know."

and then i was like " okay lar...but why tomorrow?" and then shaki was like " other days got tuition lar,". and so i gave in and said that i would go.

so today, after school, i rushed home and bathe and rushed to clement's house. (i brought my dog, Lucky, because they really wanted to see it, in the car). and then, when i reached his house, he was getting ready to go somewhere. he later explained that shakilan had no transport and he was going to fetch him. just when he was about to finish saying that, hannah came out of his house.

i was like "what are you doing here?" ( i was suspicious by then, though)

she was like "we had to finish up some last minute work given by miss claire."

well, i kinda believed her because it was really possible. then clement explained that he was going to drop hannah off and pick up shaki at the same time. so it would have been awkward to stay in his house without him. later, he invited me to go with him.

so i went along. clement's mum was driving and she drove into the lane where KFC was situated. they got out of the car....

and i was like "why you guys getting out of the car,"

and then they said something that i couldn't catch. so i got out......

and then i saw yu chen standing at the entrance inside KFC. i was like AHHHHHHHH....i couldn't believe it. i figured it out then.

they had organised a surprise bithday party for me.....for me. OMG...omg....i was staring at clement like a weirdo and he was just smiling and pulling me into KFC. and then we went upstairs where almost all my close friends were. chin chin, carolyn, kee wen, ying ying, yu chen, andrew, and then later shakilan and chee jong joined in. there were snack plates on each place and then they were all smiling and wishing me HAPPY BIRTHDAY. wow....they are like so ....cool and .....just ....wow...... GREAT FRIENDS.

and then shakilan brought the chocolate cake in. it was so large. i didn't even know how to cut it, hannah had to help me. i mean seriously where can you get friends like mine. i have to say that i am very lucky to have them. clement, seriously you are the best, along with shakilan, carolyn, and hannah. can't believe these guys actually managed to keep it in dark till today. later i found out that they were planning this for over a week now. and all those weird moment and questions here and there made sense. it fit just so perfectly.

guys, i am very fortunate to have friends like you. i was dumbfounded today and just for the record, this was the best birthday i have ever celebrated. i couldn't have wished for a better one. you guys rock. lets keep our fingers crossed that we will be best friends forever. ahhh...to heck with the fingers...we know we will be best friends till the end of time. thank you so much.

my new puppy....

2009-07-18T23:33:00.000-07:00

well, after drowning in my sorrows for such a long time, i am going to post my new schnauzer terrier mix puppy's (LUCKY) photos on my blog....yay....but don't expect me to update alot because trials is around the corner and it is only right if i start preparing now......

ps: the first photo is from the net....you know just to give you the feel of how it is suppose to look like when it is older...hahahahahahah

national service.....

2009-07-03T04:26:00.000-07:00

damn. yes, i got chosen for it. can you believe it. most of my friends did not get chosen. well in my class, only about 10 students go it. well it is definitely good news for those who didn't get it. i must be very unlucky for my sister got it last year and i am 'supposed to be' immune because there was this rumour that only one child from a family would get it. sick man.

it's not like i hate it. i am willing to go but my mindset is that it is a total waste of time. 3 long months. its like crap you know. it is supposed to instill discipline in us and encourage integration. it's bogus. clearly, we will only hang out with the guys that we know there right. from the 48 students in my class, i am one of the very few unlucky ones. i consider it very unlucky if i didn't get a friend to go with in the same batch and site.

its like i want to go but at the same time i don't want to go. some of the sites have very good facilities and superb management and friendly instructors but some are just the total opposite of all that. you know. my sister says that the food there sucks and the only meal that is nice there is the breakfast (American style, what). the place she went to was really cool (and cold). and most of the times it would rain and the march practice would be cancelled. i really do hope i get the same site as hers (bukit asahan in melaka)

but then again, i am planning to do my SAM programme next January. i don't really want to rely on JPA (for my sister and my dad learnt their lesson in doing just that. it's a complicated thing really. you wouldn't understand if you haven't gone through it. and i am also worried that it would affect my results because i keep wondering what will happen to me in NS rather than studying. *sigh*. its really sort of stupid really. well, i have to go out already. more updates coming, alright.

more than words....

2009-06-11T19:30:00.000-07:00

yesterday at about 11.00 am my dog, naxy was put to sleep. it has had disease since last year. it had bleeding ever since but still alive and active though. you have seen it right. it had brown coat of fur and streaks of white here and there. it was my companion for about 8 year you know. it was a very very smart dog. it may not have been obedient but it was the best thing that had happened to me. there would be a huge smile on it's face, it could tell it was so happy.
yesterday, the vet came to my house just to check how bad was the disease. he confirmed that the disease had worsened and there was no way to treat it for even though he tried it would only hurt him. he said that naxy had suffered real bad throughout this infection. the only way to relieve him from the pain and torture was to put to sleep. that moment i broke down and cried. i cried like the most idiotic person on earth. if anyone saw me they would have confirmed there was a death in my family. but it was like that. naxy was my brother. a member of the family ever since i was a toddler. he played with me. he licked me , chased me around the house. he also caused havoc wherever he went but that was what made him special. if not for all those things, he would not have been my dog.
i am like a death man right now. it is as though a part of me had been chipped away heartlessly. the pain is just unbearable. the doctor also called someone to help us dig a grave in a free place. he brought my lifeless best friend there and we followed him. me and my mother with my brother. it was painful to let go of him.
seriously i could not have had a better dog than naxy.he might have been unruly disobedient and just playful but he was my friend, companion, brother and everything i could ever wish for. i had said goodbye to him with a hug. he was just so good a friend. well that's all i got to tell for the pain i am feeling right now and the love i have for him are things that aren't explainable in words.

readmalaysia....

2009-06-07T20:09:00.000-07:00

well, the readmalaysia book fair was held in mines resort city in the exhibition hall. it was huge but they only had a small section for English books. most of the books were of Chinese language and malay language. the MPH booth was really awesome. the prices were not to say that attractive but they were alright.

i reached there around 1.30 on Sunday. it was the last day of the fair. i was hoping for last minute discounts but was disappointed. the books were stacked up high in all the booths. i had my eyes on Jodi picoult's Plain Truth. i really wanted that book. i was glancing around the booths before deciding to go back to the MPH one to get the book. it was RM 10 cheaper meaning it was at RM 24.40. my sister bought robin sharma's The Saint, The Surfer, and The CEO and chicken soup for the girl's soul.

the trip was great actually. later, we went to midvalley megamall for the global Indian shopping festival. my mom wanted to just 'experience' the atmosphere there. we were there for about three hours. and guess what we didn't have lunch. yes, we were so caught up with books and the shopping festival that we forgot to eat.

anyways, everything went according to plan. now it's time for me to maybe take a break from all the travelling . yeah right!! i still have moral folio to do with my revision. it's going to be a heck of a day to do.

weeee...mid year exam is over...

2009-05-29T08:20:00.000-07:00

yup, mid year exam is over. i am happy for that but i am also scared that there are only 3 more months for trials. need not say about SPM. currently i am indulging myself with novels and taking a break from the havoc of studies.

today we celebrated teacher's day at school. it was fun and all. i gave my well-worthy teachers apples and chocolates. well, i walked around the whole school with my buddy and spent almost the whole day doing nothing but talking to friends, making nonsensical jokes, wishing teachers and reading Agatha Christie.

yesterday, one of my closest friends was scolded by an angry teacher. and (its not a surprise is it?) he was not the one to be blamed for. (some of the teachers are like that...*wink* starts with a 'c'...*wink*) technically, she was the one who didn't (still doesn't) know the difference between a secretary's work and a president's.

for that friend of mine,
dude, just forget about what she said, you know you are doing the right thing, just carry on doing it and she will realise her wrong. don't give in or fall into the abyss of ignorance set up by her.heheheheh( wow, dramatic much)

alright then, i will keep updating. but tata for now.......

guilty or not guilty...

2009-05-08T06:09:00.000-07:00

actions can only be judged by those performing it. the ones to comment on other's actions simply do not know the real reason behind them. but some actions do not need reasons at all. so does it make it right to judge those actions? better still what if that was a murder.....

i looked around the enclosed dark room. there was not a ray of light anywhere. much like my life that has plunged into the abyss of darkness. the rays of hope had vanished, leaving me alone in my dirty disgusting world. the fan above me creaked while the blades swished around.

my thoughts were very disorganized. there was a cloud of confusions over my head. a drop of sweat dropped from the tip of my nose and fell on her leg. i couldn't see but i could tell, her legs were right below me. she laid motionless and liveless. her white sleeveless t-shirt drenched in blood and sweat. again, i can only imagine that. my feet felt a thick liquid oozing out from her lower abdomen, right where i had stabbed her.

why did i stab her? that's a question i have no answer for. the reason was nothing. i stabbed her for no reason at all. she had come in awhile ago. wearing a white t-shirt and a skimpy old blue jeans. although, her lips only asked for directions to the apartment above mine, there was lust in her eyes. i could sense that she was not here for mere directions.

her fingers had played with her curls. first sign of flirtation. i noticed there was a glimmering diamond wedding ring on one of her fingers. a smile had slowly been introduced to my face. i looked at her, straight into those sensuous red eyes. i could feel that she was here to play with me. she wanted me. i knew it.

i had slowly moved towards the door. the click of the lock only brought a glow of joy on her face. she wants to play with me. then i shall play with her. i had taken her into my arm and led the way to the sofa. she smiled not knowing what awaited her. when she was comfortable, i grabbed the vase on the table beside the sofa. broke the end of the vase and stabbed her. she screamed but no one could hear her, for i had my hands over her mouth before that. i stabbed her not once or twice but thrice. definitely, she felt the pain piercing through every single cell in her body..

now sitting here, i keep thinking. am i guilty or not guilty? there are a lot of points to argue this question. but the real answer is for me to know and for you to let your imagination go wild. i stood up and walked over to the door. a short glance over the body brought a smile on my face. i closed the door shut, locked it and walked away.

....Exams....

2009-05-08T03:38:00.000-07:00

yeah, i know it's a boring topic to blog on. let me just get to the point. I HATE EXAMS. yes, exams are my worst enemies. i will read like a mad fool day and night, hoping to score an A for that subject. there will be bags under my eyelids and definitely, my circulatory system would be drenched in caffeine. they are my secret weapon to keep late nights. and the results? would it be worth it?

yea, yea , yea. i can hear the 'sighs' and 'yawns'. tell you something. personally i think exams only put on immense amount of pressure and stress onto the students. but one thing is for sure, its not the exams which are to be blamed for this. the perception of teachers, the society and parents is such that once you get a B you are a B grade student. nothing more nothing less. but since i do not have any say in this, and every individual has the right to think in his or her own way, i will stop blabbering about the perception.

i see my friends (some of them) are well prepared and that is the way to be. exams are to test on how much we have learned. if the system is right (remember i said 'if'), then all of us should be prepared. we wouldn't be going through this stress, simply because we have done our part. yea but because we are usually too busy with other things during normal weeks, we only study when exams come.

sure, i would love to put the blame on the system but still, the onus is on me to study. if i carried it out well, i wouldn't be studying and memorising like a schizophrenic now. anyways guys, biology was alright i still have two more weeks of exams ahead of me, so don't expect frequent posts. Now, i have to go study for the rest of the subjects. bye guys.

the mighty mindz.......

2009-04-25T10:32:00.000-07:00

yeap baby, we won....the state challenge. we are the mighty mindz. the humble mewahans. the things we did to get to this point. i can't describe the satisfaction on our faces when we got the winning results. it was so great. seriously, our main goal was not to win though. it was to do our best and have fun while doing it and we accomplished it.

we arrived at seremban parade at about 10.45. by that time the lower secondary were doing the first task already, which was the answer-question challenge. we registered and went for a short walk. it wasn't a walk actually. just moving here and there, saying 'hi' and waving 'hello'. if you were there, you could literally see the nervousness on our faces. me, clement and shakilan. OMG. there were rude people there, too, walking past and smiling cynically.

then it was our turn for the first task, the upper secondary. we went in with clueless minds, not really mighty. we were sort of not prepared because there were so many things going on. debates and Prefect Gala. we did do last minute ,desperate, preparation. we stayed back for two days while other schools stayed back for two months. we were definitely freaked out. the thought of losing again (as you guys know we lost in debates finals) haunted all of us. it would be humiliating to go down again. it would be easier to plunge into the abyss of darkness (exaggerating much? yeah)

from the first 7 questions we were 3rd, the first 14 questions, we were 9th...at the end of the first challenge, we were 8th. but it does not matter, since the top 30 teams qualify to the second challenge, that is the hands-on challenge.

now...... the hands on challenge was well......., REALLY, and i mean REALLY, challenging. we were required to built a water powered windmill within an hour and half. and guess what we were given, 3 bottles, 5 plastic tea-spoons, plasticine, a screw, a pin, UHU glue, a polystyrene "wheel", colour paper, a 100plus can, chopsticks, and a blade. (other stuffs, i just can't remember, sorry.) well we started off great. we got to planning and we immediately got to work.

when doing the project a lot of things went wrong. remember the polystyrene wheel? yeah, about that. we kinda decided to poke the sharp end of the spoons (which we cut) so that the water can hit the spoon and turn the polystyrene wheel which in turn would turn the chopstick that will turn the windmill (the 100 plus can cut). but we were 'smart' enough to put UHU glue into the point where we poked the wheel. yes, it turn soggy and soaked.

we looked at each other, panicked. plan B , we used the bottle cap and the plasticine and managed to get it done. then , we had fun doing all the other things. let me just jump to the funny part. we completed our model and we tested it. the moment of truth. the water poured and the windmill did..........(big surprise)....... not work. again panic took over. the water poured on top of the wheel but the wheel didn't turn. disappointment in the crowd. yes there was a huge crowd at our place since we were very hyper and LOUD. then, one of our team member got a brilliant idea. he tilted the water source to hit the spoon directly. it worked. we were overjoyed and yes, we did jump around like monkeys.

and the rest is history. the judges did their evaluation and we got into the shortlist and finally we won. seriously it was the most fun activity i have ever done. mostly because i did it with my friends. a big salute to those guys. they endured my terrible singing during that tensed hour. thanks, shaki and thanks clement. you guys are the best. MEWAHANS RoCk.

the war of words....

2009-04-23T22:55:00.000-07:00

words. they were our weapon of defense and attack during this war. Against an elite school, we the humble mewahans went. the battle ground set in favour of the enemy. where they knew the tricks and shortcuts; strategies to make us look like fools. but we were not scared for we were to speak the truth and nothing but the whole truth.

arguments began. we stated the truth, we were humble but feisty. we were civilised. the evil dirty tricks from the enemy tried to trip us but failed. the cunning laughs and exaggerated hand gestures made them appear more like politicians. they had nothing though. words with not even a strand of relevance were thrown . the crowd went crazy over it. they were cheering for the enemy for it was their homeland.

we did not give up. we knew that they were only armed with eloquence. besides what could we expect from someone who ties his shoelace on a chair during the war. the sword of accent was there but was not used in the right manner. they tried twisting and turning but sadly , they were the ones who got twisted. they went against their own soldiers, they laughed, smiled but they were not aware that the war was not over yet.

we brought out secret weapons and that confused the intellectually-challenged enemy. they ran from the war, in fear that we might beat them. they were like donkeys running off, with their fear-stricken eyes. they were not man enough to accept the truth. they lied and tried misleading us. but we were not misled. however, the others who watched were.

the arguments ended. the war of words was done with. now for the evaluation. an elite school against the humble mewahans. they were like giants. they appeared big, but if looked closer you would realise that they had peas for brains. the evaluation went on. the aspects we were judged on, which side was bigger, who looked better, who was fairer. they were too scared to go against the giants as they might crush them.

they gave the win to the enemy but we knew who were the real winners. we walked out of there with dignity. unfair, sure, injustice, definitely, but what can we do? we are just the humble mewahans.

clothes......

2009-04-23T06:22:00.000-07:00

a lot of things change. names change, friends change, initials change, television programmes change, relationships change, and even humans change. once a kind hearted man could change into a greedy money-loving idiot in a few days. change can be good, nevertheless change can be bad too.

my life has been turned upside down; completely changed. from a low caste cart puller, i have now become the designer who has become an overnight success. thanks to Project Runway. i design clothes for both men and women. during the competition i designed a lot of clothes and those were the creation of my imagination. i let my mind wander into the worlds of materials and fabrics. like a horse let loose, it ran wildly. my creations were alive and they had a mind on their own. they would whisper to me the way to cut, sew and assemble them. the judges called my works 'unpredictable', 'magnificent' and 'superbly wonderful'.

i became the newbie who made headlines in the world of fashion. the baby face designer who would earn thousands for his next line of designs. i was the envy of all. my life turned a complete 180 degrees, from living a hut , i now own the biggest bungalow in Beverly Hills. i have jennifer lopez in speed dial and my neighbour is justin timberlake. the ones that i have drooled over are now my closest friends. no more singlets and khaki shorts, its tuxedo and t-shirts with jeans.

but i am not happy. the fabrics have gone mute. i can't hear them anymore. when i touch them, there is no feelings, no affection. nothing. i create clothes which are not mine. highly demanded they have lost their authenticity. they are not mine. look at the set of clothes hung up there, next the cabinet. they are my next line of design. all added up, they would probably bring me millions. i suppose. however i have made up my mind. i don't want that money. i want 'me' back. i want the whisper of the fabrics back.

i looked at them , a short glance over the clothes that didn't belong to me. its high time i made a decision. now, i shall act on it. i grasped the match box from the table beside me. a fast swip of the match, and i saw my freedom. my way out. its time. i threw the lighted match onto the pile of clothes in front of me. they caught on light. i saw happiness ahead, freedom and the old me. i walked out of there with the satisfaction of correcting my wrong.

my love has unveiled.....

2009-03-30T08:23:00.000-07:00

reading and writing are the best things in life for me. i do not know whether i am good at these things (do i have to be?) but i have the best of time doing these. i have been writing since i was about 10 (fiction). i only got into reading in secondary school ( J K Rowling's Harry Potter series do not count) after reading Matilda by Roald Dahl. that was the book that got me going.

i have travelled a lot in books. first i walked into the made-up world of Roald Dahl where Giants invaded the streets at midnight and there was a factory too cool to be described. slowly i ran into Kabul where Khaled Hosseini managed to get me hooked with the stunning storyline and plot. then i flew over, to india. Arundhathi Roy, Aravind Adiga, and Jhumpa Lahiri changed my idea of writing totally. the literary works with stunning prose and beautiful words had me dazzled off my feet. then came Malaysia, Preeta Samarasan had me on my knees worshiping her for the stunning debut, Evening is the Whole day. familiar scenes from malaysian life planted into her novel made me laugh like a made fool and cry like a baby. Jodi Picoult slowly transported me to America where i found out literary works can be contemporary.

all these are just a few examples of authors whom i love dearly. there are tens of others whom i did not state here who have influenced my reading style. now, i am hooked on Charles Dickens and Roald Dahl. who will be next? i don't know. i just keep going without a narrowed down list or genre, i discover authors almost every single week. reading these magnificent novels and writings, made me want to create pieces which are just as good. (whether i succeed in doing it or not is a totally different question all it's own).

nowadays, i love writing. short fiction are my favourite, i recently wrote one for MPH competition. writing the story, i realised that i wrote it because i loved doing it. (of course, i only realised it at the end, too late to change anything) creating characters, placing them in difficult situations, stepping into their shoes and seeing it from their point of view. i just loved it a lot. no words can truly describe the love i have for writing.

sure, i might not be the next Khaleed Hosseini or Aravind Adiga, but i will keep on writing. who knows i might actually improve in this craft that i love so much. now, you play the part. i really do need constructive criticism. i don't need people to fake OMG's or WOW. i want you guys to help me point out the flaws in my stories, so that these flaws would not follow up in my upcoming stories. be genuine, if you hated it, just say so. if you liked it, just say so. i want to get better and for that to happen i need people to point out the mistakes i am making. (don't be too harsh, though)

well, thats all i have to say. the choice is in your hands. leaving you to ponder on that, i end this very close to heart post.

HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY....!!!!!!

2009-03-20T02:26:00.000-07:00

i would like to dedicate this post to my amazing friend, ANDREW. he just turned 15 yesterday. he is the greatest guy one could ever meet. he is the best. very open minded, LOUD, cool, funny, superb, fun, laughing, trustworthy, loving, kind, sometimes macho (act only lah), cute, genuine, crazy, out-of-his- mind, tough on the outside, soft on the inside, adventurous, rabbit-like (hahahaahaha), and a good friend.

i am so sorry, i couldn't wish you on the BIG day but mind you, i did remember. its just that the circumstances were not in favour. glad to know that you enjoyed your birthday (from your blog), and may god bless you with days like yesterday until the end of time. you are a great guy, just believe in yourself, you can conquer the sky. HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, Andrew.

(to those who didn't know what i was talking about, chill out. its not your fault that you haven't met this amazing guy. just hope that you will meet him soon, okay.)

reflection

2009-03-13T04:23:00.000-07:00

pearl-sized water drizzled all over my body. i looked up at the sky. my eyes were forced to close as rainwater tried to break through my eyelids. the pearls expanded and got heavier. my feet strung into action although my heart wanted them to stay still. my eyes looked for shelter while my mind conquered my leg.

the thuds on a roof calmed me and i found a place where the rainwater wouldn't find me.my shoes drenced from the rain made squeaky sounds trying to find a place to rest. fatigue brought me down and i sat.

looking at a puddle of water in front of me. who is this person? 'I' am not the one i see. the guy in the reflection was different and ugly. a drop of water, could have been my sweat or the rain water, distorted the image with ripples. constructive interference and destructive interference... i was floating into the world of Physics.

but the ripples stopped and the clear image of the guy startled me. was i always this scary looking? i kept looking at him unblinkingly. he stared back just as determined. i never felt this awkward before. my reflection being not mine.

maybe i never really looked at my reflection before but, it was quite difficult to push aside the fact that i have changed so much. my hands started to twiddle with themselves while my eyes strained to keep competing with the ugly looking image.

a song slowly sneaked it's way into my mind. when will my reflection show who i am inside... reflection from the movie Mulan. can our reflection really show the real us? i am not sure. maybe mulan's question was rhetorical....not meant to be answered.

i stand up still staring at the guy. he is not me and i don't want to be him. my eyes close. voluntarily, my legs 'kicked' and 'jumped' and 'destroyed' the puddle of water. when i opened my eyes, the puddle wasn't there anymore. at that moment i looked up and saw sunshine. the day is just starting, i smiled.

p.s.: this kinda really happened in prefects' camp 2009 which i'll be talking about later....

silence.....

2009-02-19T05:58:00.000-08:00

the silence was torture. not a word said or one received for a whole hour. sure, i talked with those who talked to me but that does not count as i am not talking, i am just answering, forced to, unwillingly. he just kept doing his work and i did mine.

waiting for a question to end the misery brought no results, only more time wasted. my eyes slide to the side where he sat doing his mathematics and narrating the equations to himself. a friend for so long. fights came and went, but we remained the same, friends. not a day have i not spoken to him in school (alright, maybe just a few). today, the misunderstanding was different, in the sense that neither of us have apologized yet.

i sat there wondering, should i break down my wall of ego and apologize but something held me back. i got back to my mathematics. time passed, and the silence persisted. the thought of returning home with the question How long will it continue? haunted me.

i called him an imbecile, a word that is the total opposite of him. but it was just a joke, meant to be laughed at five minutes later. but laughter never came, joy left without a word, and friendship sailed far away.

the school bell which usually brought relief to my mind, went off startling a few sensors, Just say sorry, but i just kept packing my bag. my bag was packed, and he was placing some books in his. now is a good time, just say sorry. i stood up, hoping that he would just say 'wait', but it never came. my feet took a few steps away from him, when my heart told me to wait. Ego took over, i walked away, leaving him behind.

taking very slow steps ,praying that he would catch up, i reached the canteen. i turned around and saw him walking, but he never acknowledged me so i turned away. at that moment, i realised my wrong, unfortunately when i turned he disappeared. i walked down the corridor alone, with no smile on my face, probably the first time this year.

when i reached the school gates, i saw him walking towards his car. i did want to walk up to him and end the silence but i didn't. i took a few steps forward but then, he kept on walking so, i stopped and turned around. Maybe tomorrow.

P.S.: this kinda like happened except for the last part, a bit different. i had a misunderstanding with my closest friend and i am keeping my fingers crossed that he would forgive me .

A World for Herself.....

2009-02-13T00:44:00.000-08:00

living in a world that is made for you is bliss, better still, is living in a world created by you. it takes two second to say that, but is it that easy to create a world? the days shereen has wondered about leaving town and starting a new life elsewhere are many. but something was stopping her. something so powerful that it managed to change her mind everytime she packed her bag and decided to leave.

her clothes are all packed and the last of the zippers have been closed. she sits on the bed thinking over the events that have happened in the past few months of her life. she has no one here anymore. it is not like she had some one all the time with her. its just that belonging to Jack for the past two months felt safe and secure to her. she is scared that the minute she leaves, that safety and security will vanish too.

Jack had the most romantic eyes, and the dimple that follows his smile was to die for. the way he held her hands, Shereen knew he would never let go till the end of the earth. tears start to trail off her cheeks, as she searches for the reason he left. was it her fault? did she not love him as much as he loved her? those rough manly hands are here no more to hold her.

where is she to go? what can she do to survive? as she closes her eyes, the scene where he walks out of the door unveils in her mind.

you worthless, piece of junk. you are nothing to me. i can find another girl, and all i need for that is a small smile, and the queue for my next bride-to-be will be enough to trace the diameter of the earth. you get that in your mind. that was the last thing he said.

she knew even before it was over, that their relationship was not going to last forever. the thing about love is that you never know whether it is true love or otherwise until you realize that you would want to spent the rest of your life with them. he left, because he knew it was just lust. what is she still doing in that house?

she opens her eyes, glances around the room and tries remembering all the good times she had in it. the memories are fresh, but she doesn't want them in her chapter of love life. she gets up, grabs her suitcase, and walks out of the room. she does not have a plan but she knows she has to leave. she doesn't want to live in Jack's world anymore. she wants to create a world where jerks like Jack would not exist and in that world she wants to be happy. she closes the door, and leaves, never turning back.

i know, i know.....

2009-01-23T04:13:00.000-08:00

first of all sorry for being a lousy blogger. its been what, three weeks? but hey, i got reasons for my actions. and one of them is that i was (and still am) sick. fever (on and off). anyway, enough about my sad story, lets carry on.

today, i am going to blabber (just because i said blabber doesn't mean that you got to smile that way, stop that puppy dog look) about HOW OFTEN DO ADULTS THINK THEY ARE AT THE TOP OF THE GAME? like duh, everyone knows that they do it. they think they know all the minute details of life (when actually THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO OPERATE A COMPUTER) ( and NO i am not mocking or talking about my parents, they are so not like that)

lets say, you are talking with a group of adults, and they are talking about some topic that you really do have a lot of interest (and knowledge) in. they will be exchanging facts (wrongs facts, anyway). and when you try to add to their facts (ummmmhmmm...meaning correct the wrong facts), all they do is hush you away, remember these words, i know, i know la... and then, they continue talking (about the wrong facts) ignoring you. like dude, how many time has that happened to you? i get frustrated over these stuff. i am tired of people thinking i am nothing but a teenager who glues his eyes to the television probably watching ONE TREE HILL (and yes, i do watch...the show is awesome)

i mean give us a break, just because you are (what) 20 years older than us doesn't mean that you know everything? i mean come on, man. listen to us once in a while( obey us like we are kings and queens while we treat you like slaves.......muahahahahaha) we have a lot of interesting stuffs to say ( and correct facts , mind you). maybe we should have a WORLD TEENAGERS-ADULTS AGREEMENT, we can put in 'listening to us' as number one ( sure, we will try our level best to slip in the obeying part somewhere......for now just cross your fingers). hahahahahaha.

i think i got better by just typing this post out, man. i feel much better. until we meet again next time, T.T.F.N.

it's been a week.....

2009-01-11T23:49:00.000-08:00

yes, people. it has been a week (a very fast one) since school reopened. things started to get really HOT on the second day of school. the school discipline administration had a surprise Hair Check. you would understand why the word hot was capitalised, if you had a friend caught by the dicipline teacher. haiz, complicated stuff. since my friend, had already talked about the haircut rule and i seem to agree with him a lot, i am not going to blabber about it here. check his blog out, in my bloggers' invasion. he is Mr. pieces of my puzzle (yes, not Miss. Pieces of Me, which is also a very nice blog to read.)

well, first week was kinda hectic. we had our SUKANTARA which was quite exhausting, of course. oh yeah, my teachers. we have a new chemistry teacher, Pn.Wong, and Pn Saras is teaching us Add Maths, biology is now time for Miss Claire (she is very scary but she is very good, too.)

do you want to hear my new year's resolution? yes, its only one.(those expecting something great and usual, pinch yourself. you know Ara is not that predicable. shame on you) that's writing a diary. i know, i can hear all the chehs and apalarlu's. it is lame, i admit. but i have always wanted to write a diary. you know, to keep record of each day, the happenings in that day, the things that made me want to weep, revelations that raised me onto cloud nine. its really the tingling kind of feeling that we get when we read a diary after a few years (seriously, it is GREAT), that i look forward to most.

what school would be if it was not for getting homework? ( a happy place......i guess......i never will know, thanks to the incredible species of teachers.) note: TEACHERS, that is only to make my post fun, i have no intention in hurting your feelings in one way or another. yes, i have tonnes and tonnes of homework waiting for me as i type this post. i think it would be best for me to end this post here. i really should get back to my homework. bye guys, (until we meet again next time.)

2008 ( i know it's so yesterday....literally)

2008-12-31T23:41:00.000-08:00

well, guys, 2008 has been one of those years that i will never forget (that's what they always say, ask me a year from now and i'll tell you that nothing really important happened in that year).

last year (i mean that yesterday's "this year") was really fun. i had tonnes and tonnes of laughther with my friends. seriously, (last year was not serious at all). the things we did. haiz. and i did get in trouble quite a lot, (not for what i did, mostly for what i didn't do........and no, it was not homework). loved today's "last year", because, that was the very first year i was with ALL my friends ( note that form 3 does not count because i was too busy studying my head off).

the achivements that i 'achieved' last year is not important. (yeah....rrrriiiiigggghhhhhtttt). the posts and all are totally boring to be stated here ( and i don't want to sound like a stuck-up-proud-snob). more importantly, in that year i discovered this new hobby, yes, reading. i read about 25 novels last year (yes, some were really really short and there were a lot of novels by Agatha Christie). reading has beeen my ultimate escape and i only noticed it last year,( can you believe it?).

my friends. well, this post would not be complete if it did not have my friends in it. my friends were (and will always be) the best in the world (last year, this year must wait and see). i got to know a lot of knew ones too. anne was one of them but now she is far away in Australia. Thambhi (that's priyadharshan) is also one of them, he was from St Paul (now he is in MY school....naynanaynanaynanay)

to put it in a nutshell (nutshells are very small, you know), my life blossomed last year. loved it. sad to see that that year has come to an end. and the beginning of this (monstrous) 2009. (of course, its SPM). anyways, Happy New Year , y'all.

MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYBODY.....

2008-12-25T03:35:00.000-08:00

before i continue on about my trip to the historic city.

MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYBODY.

this post is to wish all my loved ones, a very Merry Christmas. Clement, Carolyn, Lisa, Timothy, Arnan koh, Hannah, Andrew, Jamie, Chee Jong, Anne, Stefan, Praveen, and all those special people who probably don't know me (or they know me but they don't want to). all these people, you all deserve a huge hug for this Christmas, unlucky me couldn't meet up with all of you so here is an online hug.

HAVE THE BEST CHRISTMAS, YOU DESIRE.

P.S. DON'T GET INTO SANTA'S NAUGHTY LIST.

Malacca trip......(day one)

2008-12-23T23:58:00.000-08:00

the trip to the historic city of Malacca (must say that in a bold deep voice and the next line with a sarcastic tone), yes, ancient history (roll your eyes now, yeah, that's the way). hahahaha. OK. the trip was great. we actually went there to check out my sister's National Service site, but since we were going, we just packed a few extra pairs of clothes and we were off for a jolly good holiday (as if, 'jolly good', haiz......that's what i thought). we went there in the afternoon, reached the Zoo at around 4.30pm (not so sure).

yes, the ZOO, out of all places to see, the ZOO, haiz, i don't know what's wrong with this people, (hahahahahaha). alright, the zoo was quite fun. i met a lot of your friends there, you know. the chimpanzee were the friendly ones while the monkeys were just sneaky, (that was just a joke....do not sue me for calling my readers and friends 'friends' of animals.). there were a lot species of animals there, since it is quite boring to talk about 'your friends' (haiz, one more thing do not consider me as one of your 'friends' i am just a normal friend without the ' ' ).

next destination, straight to our rented apartment (Melaka Resorts or something like that). now you do not go about telling that i am rich and all, we were forced to take the apartment because all the hotels had no available rooms and the apartment was our last choice (comparing that to the one where we sleep out on the roadsides, we chose the apartment). beside the management gave us a discount because one of my father's friend has an office opposite his building (its complicated, i know). we took our bath and went out to eat. after dinner we slept. (ohhhhh, interesting isn't it.....not)

varanam aayiram!!!!!

2008-12-23T23:34:00.000-08:00

that is surya up there with sameera reddy.

OK i know most of my readers will never have heard of this tamil movie. i know, i know, but i got to keep my promise to some one very dear to me. so here goes. varanam aayiram. the movie directed by gautham menon ( an acclaimed director of action movies). unlike his other movies, this one focuses on the relationship between a father and a son. the actor (playing both the father and the son) is surya. now, really hats-off for him. he did an excellent job in this film. seriously, he was amazing. the actresses were simran, sameera reddy, divya spandhana (all three very good looking).

the story starts off from the scene where surya (the son)(military), is on an aircraft (going to save some journalist). he gets a call that informs him of the death of his beloved father. that's when he goes-back-in-time (flashback, of course). it starts off from when he was 17 till he joined the military. all those things that changed his life, and the way his father was there to pat his back and say it-will-get-better-in-time (in tune with Leona's song please). love, death of the lover, drugs, and then how his father managed to pull him out of the pit-of-doom, military, love again, married life, and so on.

i know that the way i have dumped the chronological order of events up there makes it look un-interesting but seriously, the way gautham executed it on film was AWESOME. he managed to bring the best out of surya. the best movie he had acted so far. the movie really speaks to hearts (it means it is really touching).all in all, the movie really was quite inspiring and the story line was quite different (for a tamil movie of course). all the songs are great, harris jeyaraj (the music director rocks). up there are some sweets for your eyes from this magnificent film.

A flat TYRE........(weeee, fun ain't it)

2008-12-07T22:31:00.000-08:00

OK, this happened yesterday. we (meaning; me, mum, dad, sister, brother) were heading to the beach. it was about 5.00 pm. my dad was free so we planned to go to the beach for a stroll. you know, its been long since the last time we went to the beach. it had just stopped raining, the puddles of mud and rain water, here and there, had filled the potholes.

my dad was driving the car. my mum beside and the three of us in the back seat. (yeah, i guess you are picturing a perfect little family going on a sweet trip.....hahaha, you are so wrong, me and my siblings in the same car, havoc will be taking over). the car was going smooth until it accidentally bumped into a POTHOLE, (where we would discover later that was the cause for the flat tyre). well, we just kept going since it didn't seem to affect the momentum of the car. there was a lorry driver who went pass us who was waving his hands frantically yelling something that i couldn't hear. well, like most Malaysians, my dad assumed that the door on my mum's side was not shut properly, so we decided to stop and take a look.

we were near Springhill when we saw the flat tyre. well, we had a plan. a PLAN (muahahahahaah, you go to the middle of the road and stop a car and we will ask the guy to help us and when he gets down we will 'hijack' his car and head off to beach). the plan was to call a friend of ours to come and help (obviously we needed help, seeing the circumstances that we didn't bring a jack). so the friend came and brought his jack along. after possibly 10 minutes , we got to know that the friend (lets just call him sathi) forgot to bring the thingamajig (that's what i call things that i don't know the name of) that was supposed to lift the jack. then, sathi brought all other family members excluding me, my dad, and my brother.

after another 10 minutes, the thingamajig arrived. then we got to work. lift the car to a suitable height. then, unscrew the bolts of the flat tyre. thank God , the spare tyre was in good condition. the spare tyre was bolted with the same bolts of the flat tyre. after tightening the bolts, the jack was 'unjacked' (if that makes sense to you), and my dad started to drive. not even a foot away from the place we fixed it, the tyre gave us the impression that it was about to come loose. yeah, you guessed. back to the 'jack-ing'. only then we realised that the bolts for the spare tyre was different from the one in the flat tyre. unscrew bolts, screw in the correct bolts, and tighten it. the car was , finally, moving smoothly without any interruptions.

by the time all this was done, we were dead tired (by 'we' i mean me) . we went to sathi's house and went out for dinner with sathi's family. haiz, damn fun, uh?

lessons we re definitely learnt. first, if you are rich, get a driver. if you are moderate, like me, or poor, get a car jack. then, make sure you screw in the correct bolts. hahahahahaha

life ( at least for me ) is fair.....

2008-12-03T03:13:00.000-08:00

before i get down to business, this post does not go out to anyone specifically, seriously, this thought just came to me, and i had to write it down. if it hurt any one's feelings, i am terribly sorry.

the thing that i love about Life is that we are in control of it. i am not saying that you control life. i am just stating that you shape your life. like a plasticine for example, life is the plasticine and you are since our lives are intertwined, so i guess making a change in your life is bound to give an impact on others' ; because their lives will give an impact to others. somehow, our lives are interconnected.

we always have a choice. to do or not to do. this is the best part of it. choices. it's like we can choose what we want. at times, it is difficult but ,hey, remember that the choices that you make will give impact to others. taking your life in control is quite impossible (if you think of it carefully), but once you have it under control, you will know your destination; where to get down (or UP).

from the view of the public, you waste your life with miss use of drugs and smoking ,(which is quite true, actually, they will only make your life span shorter). but do you know you can waste your life in a different way? well, there is this one way. you would have heard of it. it's complaining that life is unfair.

you see. NOW, OPEN YOUR EYES WIDE AND SEE CAREFULLY. complaining and whining that life is unfair will definitely get you nowhere. if you really see where i am going, nod. if you keep on complaining that life is unfair because this happened to me .....and this did not come to me.....i did not get it.....i deserve it.....EVERYBODY, can you hear yourselves now. this is how you truly sound. complainers, whiners. did you ever think why that happened to you before you go on doing the thing you always do, complain. have you ever wondered before that those 'unfairness' in life is due to your actions earlier? I DON'T THINK SO.

seriously, look beyond the veil of complains and you will see Life waiting for you to take control of it. i know, some of you'll out there are in denial, and probably you are going to navigate away from my page but, think carefully, and you will know that what i am saying is true (and makes sense). before you complain about life, look behind your back first, what you did in the past is trailing you behind. loose the knot THE PAST had tied to you and be free. at least now, you know your destination. your aim and goal. go for it with the perception that life is fair. what goes around comes back around. think properly. take actions with the thought that they carry consequences.

LIFE IS SO FAIR.

recent happenings......

2008-11-26T19:35:00.000-08:00

okay, my friend Julian introduced this riddle game, Zahada, to me and it is A-W-E-S-O-M-E. the riddles are quite difficult and challenging. it makes your brain crack like a fragile pot dropped ten times. even to get to the website is a riddle by itself. heheheheheheh. i am enjoying every single one of the riddle so far. level 25 already, you know.

read a lot of books. okay, okay, only three. i have not started studying yet, maybe next week. loving the free time i am having. indulging my self with non-stop television, songs, and books.
currently, i love my life.

....trip to KL tower....

2008-11-19T01:16:00.000-08:00

people,

i just got back from my little trip to the KL tower. and yeah (for those ignorant ones) that building is damn tall and the fourth tallest in the world. actually i went there because my dad was being awarded some award for being best at his job. there were other people there too. it was some competition at his workplace and he won it (champion, man.). whose father he is? mine, what.PROUD OF HIM.

anyways. we reached there around 12.30 pm . there we went up this extremely fast elevator. it was so fast. i could literally see it took seconds to go up to 250 meters above ground. it was fun. when it was going elevating we were all having ear block and we started to yawn ourselves out of it.

the lunch was at this extremely cool restaurant. it was moving. yeah, kinda. it was like moving. yeah. in Malay that restaurant is called RESTOREN BERPUTAR. yeah it was fun. i was sitting at the right place with the twin towers to my view. a few minutes i (actually...hmmmmm) paid attention to somebody speak and the twin towers was gone. vanished. i was sitting with a view of clouds. that's when i noticed that the restaurant was moving. it was so cool.

the food there is A-W-E-S-O-M-E = DELICIOUS. they had the normal local food which all standard buffet lunches have, everything tasted so good. then, i moved on to the western style buffet. OH MY GOSH. it was a dream come true for a food lover like me. they had (let me take a deep breath) pasta, sushi (i didn't taste that), thousand island salad, potato salad, fried potatoes, lasagna, baked potatoes, roasted chicken, (something like) grilled fish, toast,and yeah loads and loads more. now for the main attraction. D-E-S-E-R-T-S. OK really. the deserts there were the best i have ever tasted. wait a minute, I NEVER TASTED HALF THE DESERTS THERE BEFORE. really, its true. they had chocolate cake, chocolate fudge, chocolate moose. chocolate pie, peanut pie, a variety of biscuits, a variety of ice creams,bread and butter, hot chocolate fudge, cream caramel, and loads more (which i can't remember).

to think i would waste my chance to taste everything, shame on you. i ate everything. yes, EVERYTHING. from the local cuisine to the western ones (except sushi, i don't like raw fish), and the deserts. yes, every single one of them. they were all delicious especially the deserts. loved them. all chocolates are my favourite.

the view from up there is so cool. cars appear to be more like ants and humans are microscopic. one of my dad's friends said that when they saw using a binoculars into building, they spotted someone not working but sleeping on their desk. yeah, we were laughing about it on our journey back home. everything was so cool.

i will be posting photos later so if you want to look at how great the tower is, then visit my page later (meaning in a weeks time).

i got to go now people. must start doing some amount of job to lose the weight i have gained from eating all those highly recommended stuff. haiz.

So What!!!!!!!

2008-11-14T04:18:00.000-08:00

so what
I'm still a rock star
i got my rock moves
and i don't need you

hahahahaha. yeah people. this song is being sung (by me) to my one and only enemy, the exams results.

guess what,
I'm having more fun.

yeah, everybody. i definitely had SOME fun listening to the nagging from my dad and mum. i know i did not that well but still i don't regret doing whatever i did when i was supposed to be studying. for me life is meant to be enjoyed thoroughly. i definitely do not want to waste my time studying like a mad fool and getting all A's. i would rather have a lot of fun in my second last year in secondary school (and suffer like an idiot next year).

Exams are like the railings that keep the horses in caged-up land. most horses stay in that area but some are wild and they will jump over the railings and run wild. i am one of those horses. i don't regret doing it at all. actions have consequences. i am going to be a man and handle them.
yeah. so i was there yea-ing for all the nagging and everything. i mean i did my exams to the not-best-of-my-ability way so i don't feel really stupid. i just feel good that i didn't cheat.

cheating. well, for me, cheating in exams is just a waste of time. you cheat now, you will get caught later, anyway. if not in school, then it the hands of God. it is all recorded UP THERE you know. there is really no way around it. all you cheaters out there, i have one thing to say, you not cheating us but yourselves.

anyway. i am done being stupid. next year, me got to work hard like a mad fool and all. great talking to you guys. it takes my burden off. bye.

PS. friends who really care. i will do my level best to get all A1s next year. well, it is the BIG YEAR.

SPM is here......

2008-11-09T07:28:00.000-08:00

well, everyone born in the 1991 must be fidgeting (and crying ) for SPM started today. before i go blabbering about other stuffs, i would like to wish everyone i know a-big-huge-biggest good luck anyone had ever wished them; akkas, chehchehs, kohkohs, annaes, abangs and kakaks, too.

SPM. this three alphabets (usually blamed for robbing the liveliness of the last secondary school year) will make most of the fifth formers pee in their pants. they stay up till late night to do their (so called) last-minute look through. they drown themselves with coffee just to make sure they don't fall asleep early. these things are normal and teenagers and children do that all the time (sigh* yeah right)

SPM is not an exam that proves that you are intelligent. a string of A1'S does not necessarily mean that you will be successful in life. yeah, i know. then what's the point of sitting for this BIG exam? nothing? no. its just the small beginning for some huge things in the world. (you fifth formers, do not take SPM for granted, read my next line ) nevertheless, it is crucial for a Malaysian student to take this test since it is (the so called) the base for any worthwhile job there is.

So GOOD LUCK to all those fifth formers. make sure you tell me about your papers in my cbox, okay.

Are You a Reader?

2008-11-06T21:45:00.000-08:00

who is a reader? so, go on, tell me. who is a reader? some one who reads. hmmmm. lets see, a reader is some one who READS. define read. aha... that's where our opinions (or point of views )come in. reading something can be reading anything. the newspaper, magazines, newsletters. there are book-orientated reads too; fiction, fantasy, nonfiction, sci-fi, thriller. what makes someone who reads a reader?

well, i am a bit confused too. when i started this post, i was thinking to write HOW TO BE A GOOD READER, but then again, i got mixed up and ended up with this topic. it intrigues me too. what makes one a reader? is that by merely reading the sentences, paragraphs, short stories or novels that you become a reader. isn't there so much more to be a reader?

a reader is one that understands the writer, connects with the book, appreciates the style, admires the prose, and most importantly, loves reading. just reading a book does not make you a reader. (my teacher, would not agree on this, but what the heck) i mean seriously, if that is the case, then everyone can be a reader.

this lack of acknowledgement to the real readers make them one of the communities that are facing extinction. this reminds me of a post by Sharon bakar. here it is. according to the national literacy thrust which recently did a survey of 30000 pupils in UK, it proves that :

... children's reading habits slump dramatically after they start at
secondary school. The typical eight-year-old reads nearly 16 books a year but,
by the time they reach 15 or 16, this has dwindled to just over three books per
year. The big drop-off starts after the first year of secondary school, when the
number of books read falls from nearly 12 a year to just
six.

so people, don't just stand there watch readers extinct. go and grab a book (of a genre you like, of course) and start reading. a wise man (i forgot his name) once said, reading is the only tool that unlocks the world.

i am back...guys but i m feelin bad... girls

2008-10-31T08:08:00.000-07:00

bad things first
i got back my additional mathematics paper which i was so confident that i will get at least an A2 . guess what i got an A2 which i am so damn pissed about. i made the worst type of careless mistakes one can ever make in one's paper. its just so stupid of me. my paper leterally starts witha mistake and ends with one. its just so stupid of me. i sat there like an idiot while albert and doll tried consoling me, telling me that it does not matter, just an exam oni, wat. haiz. other than that, my bio teacher told one of my classmates that the whole class did extemely 'well' in our exams. haiz. i do not get this world. why does it always need to be me who suffers?

p.s.: currently i am hating my self.

now for the good news
my chapter 1 of my novel is now complete. i am working on the second chapter and a short story. i love writing. then, school holidays are here. time for me to extinguish the burning desire to read my novels. midnight's children, an evening is the whole day, the god of small things, and then reread all my other novels. and then only, catch up with all my form 4 (miserable, idiotic) syllabus. this is going to be a busy holiday period. and do not worry, i will be blogging almost everyday about the happenings in my life here.

neutral things
i learnt that true friends do not go away just because results are not as good as theirs. note to self, next time recheck your paper LIKE A MILLION TIMES, okay. catch ya later.

still busy.....

2008-10-28T04:13:00.000-07:00

guys and girls. yes, i am still busy with deepavali celebrations and i would not be blogging for awhile (a day or two). most probably I'll be leaving kuala lumpur today. just because you don't see any new posts, it does not mean that i am not checking your comments, okay. so yeah guys, I'll be back in a few days. don't miss me. well, if you do, i can't blame you. i am very addictive.heheheh

deepavali....

2008-10-25T21:00:00.000-07:00

the day where the Indian community all over the world draw colourful kohlams in front of their houses and decorate it with beautiful lights. tonnes and tonnes of preparation would havebeen made two weeks earlier. eh... fry the murruku till golden brown only ,ok. hare rama, take the old filthy curtains down. ramu wash the house; don't you get the furnitures wet. enngae, go and buy the chicken before it sells out. these are the typical Malaysian-Indian dialogues that we will hear in the homes of those celebrating this auspicious day. the history of how deepavali had become is told below (a snippet from wikipedia)

Deepavali, or Divali, (Markiscarali) is a major Indian festival, and a significant festival in Hinduism, Sikhism and Jainism. [3] Many legends are associated with Diwali. Today it is celebrated by Hindus, Jains and Sikhs across the globe as the "Festival of Lights," where the lights or lamps signify victory of good over the evil within every human being. The festival is also celebrated by Buddhists of Nepal, particularly the Newar Buddhists. Hindus tend to treat and celebrate Diwali as Christians treat and celebrate Christmas
In many parts of India, it is the homecoming of King Rama of Ayodhya after a 14-year exile in the forest.[4] The people of Ayodhya (the capital of his kingdom) welcomed Rama by lighting rows (avali) of lamps (deepa), thus its name, Deepavali. This word, in due course, became Diwali in Hindi. But, in South Indian languages, the word did not undergo any change, and hence the festival is called Deepavali in southern India. South India celebrates it as Light of Lamps that fills the dark New Moon day(Deepavoli: Deepam=Lamp, Oli=Light(Tamil)). It is also marked in parts of Southern India as the day Lord Krishna defeated the demon Narakasura.
Diwali is celebrated on the first day of the lunar Kartika month, which comes in the month of October or November.
In Jainism it marks the nirvana of Lord Mahavira, which occurred on October 15, 527 BCE. The Sikhs celebrate Diwali for a different reason; on this day, the Sixth Guru, Guru Hargobind Ji, was freed from imprisonment along with 52 Hindu Kings (political prisoners) whom he had arranged to be released as well. After his release he went to Darbar Sahib (golden temple) in the holy city of Amritsar. There, he was greeted by Sikhs and many other people. In happiness they lit candles and diyas to greet the Guru. In India, Diwali is now considered to be a national festival, and the aesthetic aspect of the festival is enjoyed by most Indians regardless of faith.[5]
so there you go. that's how deepavali had become. so let us all enjoy this wonderful prosperous day. a very HAPPY DEEPAVALI WISHES to everyone.

it will all get better in time....

2008-10-24T03:44:00.000-07:00

like i told you before. LIFE IS A ROLLER COASTER. sometimes there are ups and there are also downs. you cannot possibly expect one to be at the top forever. its just against the rules of nature. you are supposed make mistakes. mistakes so big that it will probably affect your future. MISTAKES so big that might drive your friends away from you. these mistakes are meant to be made because they are life's valuable lessons. they say that there is not a better teacher than mistakes. the important thing about these mistakes is that you thrive through the consequences of it. you jump over each boulder that barricades you from reaching to the finish line. and when you do finish life's race you will come out as a stronger person. so what if you got low grades in your history paper or even chemistry for that matter. all that matters is that you learn from your mistakes. you correct them in the coming years. if your friends do not stick around you to see you succeed, then do not cry over it. they are not really your friends. true friends stick with each other through thick or thin. they might be stronger than you are ; smarter, more popular, better in everything. but it all comes down to whether they are being true friends. i have written a lot on friendship so take a look at the previous posts. so remember never abandon friends just because they are not as good as you in grades, you know that they will never do it to you. but if you still feel that you should move away from a friend who got bad grades, then, who am i to stop you.

P.S. be a true friend first, only then you will have true friends.

now that the exams are done with....

2008-10-22T08:27:00.000-07:00

muahhhhhahahhahahahahahahhaha.

exams are over. yay. now, i would probably be blogging from day till night. be sure to check my other blog www.aravinthanthegreat.blogspot.com for short snippets of stories and of course, reviews of my latest reads. there will be much to do this holidays. and oh yeah, deepavali is nearing (you'll be hearing much about this later).

high school musical 3 is opening in cinemas coming 24th. yay. i loved the first movie. the second movie was just above the 'not too bad' category. i am excited because the songs sound great and the short clips that were played in Disney channel were awesome. (i know it's pathetic to talk about high school musical and Disney channel for a 16 year old but too bad, i don't care about what you think.)

oops. forgot to take down the curtains in my room for washing. better go before mum comes.

bye y'all.

chemistry....hmmmmmmmm.....

2008-10-17T06:44:00.000-07:00

one of the sciences that i am not fond of is chemistry (along with physics). i am not taking tuition for this subject as i thought, i would be able to study and understand it myself. well, the first few chapters were very understandable. starting with the periodic table chapter right up till the end was like reading a book written in Greek. You know what? I can't understand Greek. i managed an A for my first monthly test and the rest were all B's. i had my chemistry exam today morning. do you want to know how i prepared for this particular exam? well , all you have to do is read your chemistry revision book up till 3am (start around 7 pm). oh yeah, don't forget to tell your dad to come in your room at 3am and scold you for staying up so late. ( i was just being sarcastic). anyways, the exam went well. i could answer most of the questions. i hope i can manage a B this time too. its not that i don't want an A, its just too much to ask for.( well, i only studied around 10 hours for it). oh yeah, i forgot, that B is not in my hands ,yet, ( i haven't sat for paper 3 (coming Monday!!!!)) well, one piece of advise for all those CHEMISTRY-HATERS (technically i don't really hate chemistry because i am too busy hating physics), all you have to do to get the concept of chemistry is GO TO TUITION.

P.S.: that advise up there will not help you conquer your enemy (chemistry) unless you wave
the magic wand called HARD WORK

EnGLiSH ExAM...........(sigh)

2008-10-16T00:44:00.000-07:00

i love English. my love for this language is unconditional. another thing i enjoy doing is writing essays and stories. like seriously, who would not enjoy doing it? when you are writing a story, you are actually playing god. you decide what your characters should do next. whatever you want, goes. no one objects you. its great. lately, i have been having some problems writing essays while exam. (can you believe it). i am a very detailed writer. i like to be specific ( not as much as Kim Edwards, though). during exams, i usually picture a character and try my level best to create a plot where the character explores the world and beyond. when i do this at home, it goes great . i write wonderful stories but during exams, i am a goner. last exam, i wrote story which began like " i opened the parcel and i was excited...." . the plot for this story came as quick as lightning to me. the characters were simple and perfect for it. at the starting, i was quite excited because the last essay i wrote for my exam got published in The Star. i guess, i was hoping to impress my teacher with my writing, once again. but after a few lines, i lost my vision. i was stuck in the middle of nowhere. i did not know what to do. i reread the very few lines i wrote and i was disappointed in myself. i felt that the tenses ran. there were grammatical errors. what am i to do? i looked at the time, and i had only 30 minutes to finish it up and hand it to my teacher. i decided to go with the 'vision lost' story. by the time i got to the end, i felt like tearing the 3 page long essay into millions of pieces. i hated it. so, guess, its time for me to go back to the basics. the lesson i learnt. never do anything for the mere sake of impressing someone, do it out-of-love. lesson learnt.

if ever your eyes close....

2008-09-26T06:17:00.000-07:00

those gorgeous eyes pull me towards you,
they pull my heart even closer to you,
when they turn their vision to my direction,
it seems as though the whole world stops moving.

those secretive eyes of yours,
are playing tricks in my mind,
their message is quite opposite to the one your mouth utters,
which one am i suppose to believe?

those rosy cheeks that accentuate
those pretty eyes which in turn
makes you look you,
you with immortalised beauty.

if ever your eyes close,
my heart will stop for
it holds my soul, love, and everything
that is suppose to make me, me.

(i am no poet , people. do not expect more from me)

darn it, exams are getting close...

2008-09-19T06:56:00.000-07:00

let me tell you people something. me and exams, we don't go that well together.
its safe to say that we are like cat and mouse.
i am the mouse and exam is the cat.
every time, i see exams i just runaway.
but somehow, every time, it will catch me off guard and gobble me up.

i hate the fact that exams always get to me.
you know, a 16 year old teenager is supposed to be having some fun with his life.
its his second last year in school.
whats the fun in it if every month or so they have exams
to rob the fun we were just about to have.

i mean , they do make you study harder,
and i am not denying the fact that it is good for us but i am just stating
that there should be some amount of time allocated for the fun this teenagers crave for.
the syllabus is already tough and now they change the format of questions.
haiz.

don't get me started on the subjects.

sejarah- a piece of crap
maths - its nice
add math- not that bad
English- its the best
Malay -not really a favorite
accounts- confusing
moral- memorization
physics- difficult
chemistry- OK
biology- nice

and i am supposed to have covered the form four syllabus of all this subjects by 7Th of October 2008. preposterous. its just too much.
like i said in my previous post, life is too short for all this nonsense.
anyways, you people out there, still gotta study hard and pass your exams with flying colors or the next thing you see will be the front gate of boarding / summer school.

start early........drive slowly.........reach safely.

(yeah right...like we are gonna listen to that)
( i am more of a last minute preparation kinda guy)

life is too short...

2008-09-12T06:15:00.000-07:00

life is a roller coaster ride.
you have ups and downs.
sometimes you go up first and then you will come down.
but sometimes you go down and then you go up.

just because it intimidates you a little....
you would not NOT take the ride.
why?
because if you miss this ride there will not be a second round.

on that ride,
there might be things that scare the hell out of you,
things that make you happy,
things that make you wanna cry,
even things that make you think that you should jump down from the ride
right then and there.

but one thing we fail to realize is the rhythm of the ride.
we fail to see that if we go down we will come up, eventually.
we fail to see a lot of things
that we should give importance to.

the phrase "life is too short"
is one of those things that we take for granted.
we don't give much significance to it.
we fail to see the importance of life.

from my point of view,
life is supposed to be a big, huge pot of fun.
we only live once, we only go to primary school once,
we go to secondary school only once.

why stress and make it a not pleasant experience?
we should take one step at a time and enjoy taking that step.
this is 100%my opinion and yours can differ...
but i stand by my own. (i like it)

quote: life is too short for all this nonsense. (a wise man once said that)

i don't care....

2008-09-10T00:20:00.000-07:00

In life,
there is a lot of things,
that you can say that phrase to.

surely whenever you are having troubles in your life, you will either crack your head to solve it or you'll say "i don't care".

if there is one thing that i learnt in secondary school is that you cannot please everybody. come to think of it, why should you please everybody? being yourself is good enough, isn't it? from my point view, it is enough.

i was an idiot who tried pleasing everybody. i can tell you that i almost succeeded until i came crashing down because of a betrayer. only then, i realised why should i be someone else just because it pleases somebody.

i have come to a decision that i do what i want to do. its my second last year in secondary school and i am not gonna waste it trying to please somebody who does not even care about me.

you all wanna hear something?
this is to the somebody
I DON'T CARE ABOUT WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO BECAUSE I AM GOING TO DO WHAT I WANT TO DO. GET THAT IN YOUR SYSTEM.

nicknames....

2008-09-05T05:46:00.000-07:00

they are fun, cool, funny, stupid, ridiculous, nice, annoying. yup, they are nicknames. well, what's the point of having a nickname? is it to shorten one's name only? is that it's only purpose? well, i beg to differ.

its easy to call friends by their real names but that would make just an anyone. even a stranger can come up to you and call you by your name (he might have heard it somewhere). but with nicknames, you are a close friend. its your choice whether you want to be an anyone or a close friend.

nicknames fosters a rapport between friends. from my point of view, its fun to be called by a nickname. they make you feel as though you are closer to that person. usually, nicknames mirror one's personality. nicknames can be anything. you want examples? well here it goes ;

DOLL FACE
ALBERT
DOINK
CHICKY
BOBBLE HEAD
DOPPELGANGER
MONTANNAH
TEDDY BEAR
PRAWN
MUM
GRANDMA
AUNT

of course, 'rude' names are a definite NO-NO for all of us. its not fun being called *******. you actually become better friends when you call them with nicknames. why not give a try? experiment it. tell me all about it. k

i am in love.....

2008-09-05T05:29:00.000-07:00

don't get the wrong picture here, i am in love with jason mraz's song I'm yours. love the song. the best song ever. the lyrics are superb. he has a great voice. love the song. here is the lyrics for that song. my favourite song ever.

Well-a you done done me
And you bet I felt it
I tried to be chill
but you're so hot that I melted
I fell right through the cracks and
now I'm trying to get back

Before the cool done run out
I'll be giving it my bestest
And nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention
I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some
But I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm yours

Mmmmhmmm-Mmmmhhmmm, Mmmmmhmmm(Heeeeey heeeey)
Well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you're free
I look into your heart and you'll find love love love love
Listen to the music of the moment, people dance and sing
We're just one big family
And it's our God-forsaken right to be loved loved loved loved loved

So I won't hesitate no more, no more

It cannot wait, I'm sure

There's no need to complicate, our time is short

This is our fate, I'm yours

(Scatting)

Do you want to come on?

Scooch on over closer dear, I'll whisper in your ear

Wo-ooo-o-oh who-oo-o-o-oh

Oh yes love, love love love love love

Love you love, love you love

I've been spending way too long tricking my tongue in the mirror

And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer

But my breath fogged up the glass

And so I drew a new face and I laughed

I guess what I be saying is there ain't no better reason

To rid yourself of vanities and just go with the seasons

It's what we aim to do, our name is our virtue

But I won't hesitate no more, no more

It cannot wait, I'm yours

Open up your mind and see like me(I won't hesitate)

Open up your plans and damn you're free(No more, no more)

I look into your heart and you'll find that the sky is yours(It cannot wait, I'm sure)

So please don't, (please don't, please don't)

There's no need(There's no need to complicate)

There's no need to complicate(Our time is short)

'Cause our time is short(This is our fate)

This is oh, this is oh, this is our fate

I'm yo-o-o-o-ooo-ours

don't you love this song too?

politics...ohhhh so, stupid...

2008-08-28T23:54:00.000-07:00

the thing i hate about the school's administration is politics in it. why do they have to poke their nose into every single decision we (students) make. well, if a person deserves something, they should get it. its even worse when you make it look like that person got it and in the end change the results. its idiotic. we should be entitled to choose our leader. just because another person is more popular that the latter, it does not mean that person must have all the posts in the school. i seriously do not get it. what makes the administration think that they know 'popular' can handle 1000 things at once. have they done it before? i don't think so. again they are making two people unhappy here. the 'deserving' feels sad because he/she has worked hard for it since form 1. the 'popular' one feels unhappy because he/she knows there is somebody else more deserving. is this the message they want to send to the younger generation? be popular and you will be successful in life. this is the most absurd thing i have ever heard. how would they feel if they were to be given minister of education post , only to be taken away 5 days later? can't they think? they are such heartless creatures. i don't even want to call them humans anymore. i am so angry that i am signing off for now.

(avoid thrashing the administration too much)

beautiful

2008-08-28T01:38:00.000-07:00

what makes us beautiful? does a certain dress size make us beautiful? does the color of our skin make us beautiful? you wanna know what really makes us beautiful. well, the factors that distinguishes us from other people, that makes us unique and beautiful. a small laughter, can make us beautiful. more importantly the personality is the aspect that determines whether he/she is beautiful. cheerful, happy, confident, a go-getter, sweet, kind, honest, truthful, and loads more. the world today feeds us a false impression about being beautiful. it does not matter whether you are thin or fat, tall or short, dark or fair, that's all just skin deep. what matters is how good you are looking on the inside. that's what makes us beautiful.

PS: a note from me, why hide the real you when you can show everybody how beautiful you are,
it may turn out embarrassing but at least the world would know who you are on the inside.

don't try to be someone you are not,
seriously its a waste of time.

signing off, for now.

its hard to say Bye Bye.........

2008-08-22T02:08:00.000-07:00

they have been with me since my first week in my secondary school. they cheered me up whenever i was down. they are my seniors. i have known them since form 1. four years of unbreakable friendship.everyone has been so nice to me. i don't have any kind of blood relationship with any of them but i get the feel that they are part of my family. seriously. we have done so much together. i have countless memories of them with me but is it enough to last for the rest of my lifetime. i mean, after this year, i probably would not see them again especially those who will be flying overseas to further their studies. i am not joking. i will not be who i am today if it wasn't for them. they have helped me a lot in everything. i already thanked them for that but mere THANK YOU would not make up for those sacrifices they made. they duty with me. even during duty, they were friendly and not bossy. yesterday (21st august 2008) was the prefects' farewell. it was great but the thought of saying goodbye to them gave me chills. i enjoyed the night to the fullest. i played the cards, how i wanted to play them. i talked with everyone whom i would miss next year. to name a few. yun ying, malini, priya, winson, joel, kian hoe, shu shan, esther, ja she, khee young, mathew, shalini, padma, manjula, dianne, jia hong, amir, sara, alina and everyone. they were looking like pretty young Ladies and handsome gentlemen. they are all my friends. i will never forget them. i was the third last t leave the ballroom and when i was walking towards my room, i shouted, BYE _______(those of them who were there)(my seniors). i might be seeing them next week at school but yesterday, i got to experience the difficulties one goes through when saying BYE BYE to a loved one. they might be gone next year but they will always be with me till the end of time, right in the middle of my little heart. you guys are the great.

my favorite tv character.....

2008-08-16T00:38:00.000-07:00

well, there is this character, London tipton played by Brenda song in THE SUITE LIFE OF ZACK AND CODY. she is so stupid (in a good way). she is the doppelganger of innocence. she is never really clear about what is going on in her surroundings. she is snobby, rich, stupid, innocent, arrogant, adamant, bossy, all in one. she is not to say my favorite but she definitely puts a smile on my face every time, i look at her (in TV, of course). for me, one who makes me smile and laugh is my favorite. i would not say that she is my role model, though.

mY FrIENDs

2008-08-15T06:15:00.000-07:00

praveen
Shawn. hmmmm. let me think, if i remember properly i got to know him in standard 3 when i became a prefect. yeah. he is a good fellow who talks a lot and hits you with chalks , and bits of eraser. he taps your back as though he really wants to break your bones. but still, he is one of those friends you will remember for his loyalty and cheerful character. he is trustworthy. he really is a jolly good friend. the best to talk to when you are having problems.

Anne
well she is so cool. when i and her start doing the head thing we would go on and on and on. cool right. that's our way of ending a fight. it has turned out to be a habit nowadays. we love to fight just to get the opportunity to do the head thing. she is great. she comforts me, like a sister. one thing i can bet on, is that you will definitely smile when you talk to her. she is so funny. seriously. she is so cool. she is a good counsellor and advisor too. the kind that makes you laugh until you cry. she is just great.

mY FrIENDs ( two for a week)

2008-08-15T05:21:00.000-07:00

clement
well he is the best. i have known him for over 10 years and i have never doubted him for anything and will never. Two WORdS to DeScrIbE HIM, TrUe fRIend. well, he is. he never gets angry over trivial things.....wait a minute.... he never gets angry at all. he has been there for me whenever i needed help. every single time i fell, he was the one who caught me and saved me from breaking into a million pieces. (well, dolls can be fragile).. whenever i ask for help, there will be one person's hand up on air, yup, that is clement's. he sacrifices a lot for his friends. he really cares for them. he is not the HI, BYE type. he has put up with me for a decade, i hope he will put up with me for decades to come. he has been like a brother to me, helping me , supporting me in everything i do. no one will encourage you, the way he does. seriously, one person whom i will never fail to remember is clement.

Carolyn
she is the doll face. she is also the best. she cares for her friends and really wishes them well. she is like a role model in the class. always full of smiles and she never fails to put one on your face. she, like the person above helps everybody she knows....she will be there to comfort you whenever you are down. she is like a big sister to me. well, she knocks sense into me whenever i go crazy. whenever you are sad, all you have to do is look at her smiling DOLL face to get into a happy mood. she is the most loyal, trustworthy, happy, cheerful friend , one could ever have. seriously, she is a true friend. she is great. well, SHE IS A DOLL FACE. AlL DOlLS aRE gReAt.

new catch-phrase

2008-08-09T20:30:00.000-07:00

my last one was FINE BE THAT WAY, AND THEN WILL COME A TIME WHERE YOU WILL BE RUNNING BACK TO ME ASKING FOR MY FORGIVENESS AND I'LL SAY NO......AND I'LL SAY NO AND YOU WILL WALK BACK WITH YOUR HEADS TURNED DOWN.. MUAHAHAHAHAHA (EVIL LAUGH...nice touch huh?)(say it very fast)

my new one goes sumthin like this... U WANNA PIECE OF ME....U WANNA PIECE OF ME? WELL YOU KNOW WHAT I AM GOING TO GIVE YOU A PIECE OF ME AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT'S IT GONNA BE? IT'S GONNA BE MY SHOE AND YOU KNOW WHERE IT'S GONNA BE? ON YOUR FACE.....YEAH...(say it very fast)

my 'aunt'

2008-07-31T02:27:00.000-07:00

ahhh...my aunt. even though not blood related, she is one of my closest friends. she is Priya Dharshini. the one who has been my mentor, friend, tutor, shielder, the one that i lay my troubles on. to imagine her, picture kajol (don't fly, priya) with just enough hair to be tied up into a ponytail, the height of malini (exact height), and with a very good sense of taste. she has a lot of posts but i am not going to list them down for you, as her personality and her beautiful heart out-major's them. she may have a pretty face but underneath that lays a prettier heart and soul. anything she does, she devotes herself to it. she gives her best in every single thing that is important for her. she does not care about what other people might think of her, but if she feels its the right thing to do. then she will do it. she lives her life for herself and not for anyone else. she is kinda an inspiration to me as in her personality i see someone who is willing to risk down a lot of other things just to make sure she does the right thing. she is a great friend when you need somebody to share your sorrows with. oh yeah..the advises she gives will without doubt lift your spirit up. she one of those rare kinds where they actually care for a friend. she will definitely go the extra mile to make a friend happy. at times when you need somebody to tell you some comments, she will be your mentor. she has been mine. whenever i make a mistake she is the one to knock some sense into me. she speaks the truth and she believes in what she says. that's also another face that i like of hers. well, she has put up as a sister with me for four years. she has been there for me every time i needed her, and she has definitely helped me get back on my feet every time i fell. she is great. well, THANKS PRIYA FOR BEING MY FRIEND, SISTER, MENTOR, AND EVERYTHING YOU HAVE BEEN

p.s.: the family tree says that you are my aunt

my 'mother'

2008-07-29T04:47:00.000-07:00

ahhhh. i am done with my great grandmother and now its time for my mother. well, not the one living under the same roof as me, yes, the other one (family tree). her name is goh yun ying. every Monday in assembly sarjan tan kian hoe will go like, 'majlis menjemput ketua pengawas saudari goh yun ying untuk melafazkan ikrar'. if you are a Malaysian, then by now, you should know that she is the head girl of smk bukit mewah. picture the singer JOJO as tall as malini and do not miss her smile. its is one of those things that are omnipresent. she may seem stressed at times but she rocks. the way she handles all her problems is just amazing. you want to know how she handles them? with friends by her side and a big smile painted over her face. she makes everything seem fun and she enjoys life. she like 'my great grandmother' also has everything needed to maintain a life worth killing for. i really do not know how this people are able to do that you. imagine a girl holding several president posts and a whole lot of other posts maintaining her composure at all times. on top of that, the minute she stands beside you, you will definitely laugh. yes, she is that fun. i guess its in the genes. the stress free life and laughter everything. its just surreal for me to have known a girl this special. ( guys she is taken by the way). she is also like a sister for me. she has guided me a lot with her knowledge of leadership. she has been there for me when i needed her. she is a true friend. its correct you know, the saying BIG THINGS COMES IN SMALL PACKAGES. anyways, THANK YUN YING FOR BEING A WONDERFUL "MOTHER". YOU ROCK.

my grandmother or great grandmother..

2008-07-25T07:04:00.000-07:00

i am guessing it was a Wednesday when a girl about a tree stump height came running towards me showing a piece of paper with a family tree on it. she showed it to me and laughed her 'elegant' laugh. it was one of those days i will never forget. that day, i had a sensation belonging to a group of people who liked me. i like them a lot. all those names on that family tree (i have to admit) were my best friends (except for those i didn't know). that girl was malini paranchotty. she is a form five in my school and to me she is like a sister (except in the family tree she is my grandmother or great grandmother). if you want to imagine how she looks, just think of a girl with a medium height, enough hair to be tied into a pony tail, tanned skin and her most important aspect, a huge smile on her face. that is malini. she holds a lot of posts and responsibility but you will never see her being serious for more than 5 minutes. she never fails to put a smile on your face and she is often mistaken for being this innocent looking girl. ha ha ha ha ha. she is a true friend. that's a definite as she is always there to help you and lend you a shoulder to cry on. she is a good secret-keeper. i have known her for 4 years and i have to say, she is a great sister. sometimes i envy her as she has everything, great friends and a stress free life( do not count the spm month in). she is what one may refer as the wholesome personality (guys don't even think about it, she is taken). this entry is just my way of saying THANKS MALINI FOR BEING THERE WHENEVER I NEEDED YOU.

life's precious gift

2008-07-24T22:27:00.000-07:00

F.R.I.E.N.D.S for me they are life's precious gift. the things we do for them, the sacrifices they make for us, the time we spend with them, the memories we create when we are with them, everything, its just great. when we need a shoulder to cry on, they are always there. its just wonderful having friends but it is difficult to find true friends. a true friend is one who thinks of his/her friend's needs before theirs. that one quality is good enough for one to be a true friend. the love that radiates from within their heart is their way of saying 'i care about you'. to give a verisimilitude to the friends, one should posses this quality. the sacrifices that we make are not important or crucial to be remembered. we are here to be friends to others and we should try our very best to be a true friend. you might know a friend since kindergarten but still he/she might not be a true friend. on the contrary, a friend you met just two months ago may care for you more than that the friend from kindergarten might. its not about how long you know a friend, its about how good a friend they are. also talking about long-term friendships, if you know a friend for quite some time and you really have the confidence that they are a true friend. then that statement (above) is definitely not for you. the amount of time you know a friend just goes on to polish the relationship and the quality of your friendship. when you know a person for a certain amount of time, you tend to know and understand them better and probably you are able to predict their next move or so. it is true. that's why we should always have a lot of friends but stay close to one or two, because they are the ones who will help you when you are trouble. alas, friends are to have memories and experiences with, they are always a teenager's first 'counsellor', in one or many cases friends are a necessity because they are the group of people you grow up with. that's why they are life's precious gift.

something dear to my heart....

2008-07-23T04:49:00.000-07:00

all of us are individuals who have their own opinion and perspective of life. the possibilities of me and you having the exact same answer for both that criteria is highly unlikely so in this entry i am just stating my opinion and i don't force you to have the same answers as mine.

for me, i stick to the saying " LIFE IS SHORT, ENJOY IT WHILE YOU CAN". the things that may not seem important to you now will give you a small "gift" of regretion in the near future. when you are 11, you cannot wait to grow up. the happenings then, made you feel like a "baby" pampered with care and affection. what you do not know is how much you will miss your primary school life in the near future. the things you were able to do and get away with then. do i bring back memories filled with mirth? i am sure i did. remember, the times you were to break a vase and not get punished for it. the teachers who would freak when we climb trees but never dared to punish us (foreseeing a letter from parents). wow, 6 blissful years with filled with laughter and excitement. being 16 now, i am missing all those moments from thetime my friend broke my hand till the part where i got straight a's in upsr. i loved my primary school life. the teachers, my friends, everything.

this is just the first segment, look out for more. signing off for now is a child in the appearance of teenager.

what is wrong with these school exams?(teens point of view)(don't worry its not serious)

2008-07-22T04:26:00.000-07:00

we just sat for our mid term a month ago and now, coming week is our monthly test. what's wrong with these people? don't they know, we got to take some rest too. its not like we are not going to school or anything. this is just preposterous. tests, exams, this is just too much. we are humans, you know. we are not mindless computers who can store stuff in just a second. this pressure is affecting all of us. we don't dare get bad results because if we do, then our parents send us to boarding school. there is only two choices to choose from. either you work your sweat off for excellent results or you can voluntarily enter boarding school. exams, exams and more exams, is education only that. pieces of paper with questions on them that seemingly tests our knowledge on particular subjects. you ace that, you get applauded but if you flunk that, summer school awaits. is this fair? 'mindless', 'brainless', 'heartless' papers testing our intelligence. of course, you can go yappity-yap with the "its not the papers testing us, its the questions that tickle our intellignce" for all those yappity-yappers, i got one thing to say "PUT A SOCK IN IT". you don't know how much stress we are going through. you want to know? imagine a balloon (teenagers) being filled with air (exams and questions), you fill it with too much air it will pop. just like us, you keep giving us exams which are meaningless, we are going blow, eventually.
(all my friends out-there, you still have to study, because if you don't summer school awaits.

misunderstandings......

2008-07-16T05:04:00.000-07:00

today, A went to see the personal racist advisor of the king to discuss about the diamond holder. when he was about to see her, somebody else of her own race came to see her too. among them, they spoke their own language, that's fine with me. as they were talking someone very dear to A walked past them noticing this scenario. i was standing behind the 'someone' talking to the advisor. lets call the person dear to A as P. after a minute or so, P walked past again. this time, she called me out to speak with me personally. when we came out, she started scolding me(advising me) and saying that i should be this naive and stuff. then she asked me what language is the advisor is using. then i said that she uses 'her' language when talking to C. then P went on and on advising me on being brave to tell the advisor off and state that we don't understand her. i am guessing that she missunderstoo the whole situation. what do you think?

really!!!!really !!!!confused

2008-07-15T03:12:00.000-07:00

this is a metaphorical way of looking at the problem that i am facing right now. lets imagine, there is a diamond. a king owns it and wants to sell it off. he had hired 7 of his men to identify the potential buyers. one whole year, the 7 of them brainstormed and came up with a lot of plans to eliminate the unwanted, cheapskate buyers. all this while, there was buyer A who was performing his best all year round. when the day came to sell the diamond, the king asked the 7 of them who was the best candidate. anonymously, they decided the best buyer would be A. after hearing their word for it, he asked his personal racist advisor. she had her own candidate C who was in the "same race " as hers. then, he went to his personal choice, it was J (who is very arrogant and controlling and fake and distrust worthy). when the time came to make the decision, he gave the diamond to C, the diamond holder for A and J. as civilised people J should have shared the diamond holder equally with A but he did not do that. he took control and bosses A around as though he is the master ad A is the servant. this dilemma is just not over yet. A is now thinking that why should he flow towards the words of J.

review of 'and then there were none'

2008-07-11T02:13:00.000-07:00

this is probably Agatha Christie's masterpiece. she has a great mind for mystery and an excellent writer. man.....the words she use aren't complicated or 'bombastic' as one might say but every single sentence leaves a mark on you. the way she twists her word and phrases, its just unimaginable to read a work by a world renown author who is not here with us. and there is a poem in this book that connects the whole story to one person. its great i say. she is so talented. anyway, this book is great. it starts of with 10 people getting invited to a mysterious island. they go there with the intention to lay back and take time off. the first day, when all ten of them were having their tea, the lights go off and a voice enters from nowhere. later they figure that it was their host's order to his butler(also one of the 10 people) to switch on the gramophone and darken the room. fine, but before that the voice actually says about a murder done by his guest's doings. what happens in the later part of the book is the murder of each and everyone on that island. i must warn you, the book may be addictive so do not read it when your exams are around the corner.

a prick on the way to a garden....

2008-07-09T00:31:00.000-07:00

i have a wonderful friend. her name is Su Yin. she is very nice to me. one could compare her to a flower that blooms each day without failure. don't get the wrong picture in your mind now. she is one year older than me and i look up to her as a big sister. all the things she does, have a valid reason behind. i have known her my whole secondary school life. she has protected, advised, cared, and guided me in numerous situations. people may say that she gets angry unnecessarily, but to me, she has never done that so i don't really mind. today is the spelling bee grand finals. the ELS of smk bukit mewah has worked very hard on this project and we did not want any faults upon anybody for the grand finals. now, su yin was one of the judges and shaki and i were the MCs for this event. everything went smoothly and we reached the segment where we supposed to give away souveniers for the commitee members. picture this, i was up on stage and su yin was sitting in the place allocated for the judges down there. when i glanced at her for a moment, she was mumbling something at me. i managed to figure out, she was saying "the representative for the commitee is malini. call her up". so i assumed that we were supposed to just call malini up and not to mention the other commitee's names. thats exactly what i did. when it was over, i was walking towards her and she started shouting at me. she was saying that we were supposed to read out the names of the commitee members. i felt shivers. i just walked away from that place and started arranging the chairs. as i was arranging tears rushed from my eyes because i know we all worked hard for this project and at the end of it all, she was to have a bad memory of me, whom she believed was capable on carrying out tasks well. to hide my tears i went in to the basement and started arranging the chairs back to their rightful places. my friend, who saw this scenario went straight to su yin and he kinda 'knocked some sense into her'. i didn't know this because i was busy stacking up chairs in the basement.finally, she came to me looking guilty and said sorry. her face was all red. the funny thing is that if i looked upon her as a big sister, what i should have done is, take her 'shoutings' as an advice and said sorry for my part. when i realised this, i was feeling all guilty. now, this is just a prick on the way to a garden called everlasting friendship. if you think that i am going to let this 'prick' stop my journey to the 'garden', the you are wrong.

i am back

2008-07-09T00:17:00.000-07:00

ok, the first reason i created this blog was to drown my sorrows through writing. its just that, i have been so busy with the spelling bee competition in my school. i bearly get any sleep. this blog obviously hasn't served its purpose. i never get any time to spend on my blog. but not anymore. i am back and you will probably see more posts coming your way.

my review of the KITE RUNNER by khaled hosseini

2008-06-12T23:20:00.000-07:00

THIS IS DEFINITELY THE BEST BOOK I HAVE READ IN YEARS.The author has this unique style of blending suspense, thriller, romance and a whole lot of other stuff into one very VERY VERY interesting book. Its about two friends Amir and Hassan. As youngsters they have their ups and downs. At one point something happens to Hassan (i am not going to tell you guys, you should read the book for this part of the story, trust me , you will never expect this coming your way) and this 'something' makes them go on different paths of life. Hassan follows his father to a different part of the country while later in the story Amir will follow his father to a different COUNTRY. Amir finds love in this new place and gets married there. As he was getting comfortable with his life, there was still a discontentment within himself. He hasn't seen Hassan since both of them were about 12 years old. One day, Amir receives a call from a familliar voice (don't worry, its not Hassan) but this VOICE gives information to Amir about Hassan. For the rest of the sory you guys have to read this beautifully written novel by yourself. seriously it melts hearts.

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2008-06-12T23:01:00.000-07:00

OK...fine i am the kind of person who says 'OBEY THE RULES' and stuff . recently i got a wake up call not from a human being or anything but it taught me an important lesson (yeah here we go again ) knocking me out of my innocent self telling me to enjoy my life. sure enough next year is going to be hell for me (duh, SPM) and yet i am (you know) studying my horns off for monthly and mid year exams. its just that life is too precious to be wasted on this kind of trivial things. so what if i get bad results. you don't expect to never fail. tell you something, failing always and winning once is more fun and admirable than winning all the time. you know the waves of happiness that hits you when you achieve something great after a lot of failures, its indescribable. so i am going to enjoy my life as much as possible and i am going to keep you posted on my doings. okey. i take a vow that i am going to be the person i always wanted to be (of course ,doing REALLY bad in my exams is not an option for me). Inside out. yeah i am going to be an open book. easy to be read....i mean understood. so you can always follow my joyful events with this blog. Okey. enjoy life because you don't know the plans that God have laid down for you in the future.