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?...)
Showing posts with label happenings at school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label happenings at school. Show all posts
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Friday, September 18, 2009
unknown number.....
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.
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.
Friday, July 3, 2009
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.
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.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
the war of words....
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.
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.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
misunderstandings......
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?
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