national service.....

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.

i know, i know.....

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.

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

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