Matthew para el Presidente del Mundo

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One word to depict year 2007: oklah!

I wouldn’t say it’s the best year of my life. There are times in 2007 when I felt like everything which I expect to go right went wrong and there also times when everything fall into place just like the way I wanted it to be.

Honestly, school hasn’t been much fun compared to the previous years, except for being in 3 Gamma. Like every other years, I embraced 2007 with a my ultra competitive spirit and hunger for excellence in life and a passion to standout in school. At the end of 2006, I challenged myself to not only do well in academics but also to be active in co-curricular activities.

I, like many kiasu students, raced for titles, posts, ranks and status in order to claim precious points for my green co-cu book. During the AGM meeting, I failed to snitch any high posts. I was disappointed, thwarted and saddened. But I never gave up in my search for high-ranking posts which could boost up my co-curricular points.

Being a school prefect this year has been a roller coaster ride for me. I started off with a bad reputation in the eyes of the senior board of directors for not executing a great job during my reign as junior Assistant Head Prefect. I knew I had to give it my all and gain as much advantage if I want to remain in my green uniform. My hard work paid off handsomely as I was one of the very few probates who made the cut on the first intake.

Sooner, I got voracious and greedy as I aimed to be one of the 5 dominant AJKs (a delegate of the 9^th grader prefects) and I doubled my momentum and effort in order to achieve that. But I guess the seniors thought that I was a sham and I worked simply for the co-curricular points instead of genuinely serving the school. I will not deny that statement… after all WHO WOULDN’T?! In all honesty, I have always wanted to be a school prefect since in primary school. I AM DESTINED TO BE ONE. And I would have resigned a long time ago if my intention was solely on co-curricular points.

Eventually, I did not get chosen for the post I wanted. All of a sudden I was undeservingly condemned with hurtful disparagement and criticisms by several seniors. That was by far, one of the most devastating moments in high school.

On the very same month, I was nominated as a board of director of the school’s Interact club. I think my performance in the Interact club was consistently good. I did attend for the meetings and activities. It was the interview which had probably cost me a post in the Interact’s board. I knew opportunity knocks but only once thus I felt the need to ace in that interview to leave a good impression before the interviewers deliberate on who gets what post.

I spoke with confidence and poise and I left with no regrets whatsoever. But I guess they had gotten the wrong idea about what I was trying to portray and render. Apparently they felt that I sounded arrogant and haughty.

I hate it when people misjudge me. I may be big headed in my blog. I may be big headed towards my friends. But if you take everything I say as me being “big headed”, then I shall take that as a compliment because I am Matthew. I am positive. I am cutthroat. I am forceful. I am driven. And my mistake in life would be trying to please everybody around me when I do not have to.

Moving on to my love live. At the beginning of the year, I used to like this girl. She’s a schoolmate of mine. We do not see each other often but we do chat regularly on MSN especially at small hours of the morning. But ultimately, I got over her and we remained as friends. Then few months later, I started having feelings for another girl whom I’ve known for quite some time. She used to like me once. It was a long time ago but I repudiated her love for me. I tried courting her back for 8 long months but it didn’t happen.

The best day of the year would be the Result Day when I unexpectedly scored 7A’s. Who would have imagined the guy who was slowly moving down in the rankings and almost got knock out from Top 10 could emerge back to the top as a straight A achiever? I am still in raptures about my straight A’s.

2007 RESOLUTIONS
(Accomplished or unaccomplished? Keep on scrolling down)

1. Earn > RM$900 by year end

I collected about $800 during Chinese New Year. But the ever so extravagant and prodigal Matthew refused to be thrifty in his life and had spent all his money on outings and clothes and even freaking donated $200, nearly 25% of his savings to the class. Thanks to my straight A’s achievement, I salvaged a gargantuan $______ from my parents. (I censored the amount of money to make this paragraph less overweening. See… I am quite modest and humble after all ^^)

2. Pursue being a prefect in school

Still standing gracefully and loyally in green.

Previous weight: 54kg
Current weight: 65 kg
(I told you I have an eating disorder!)

4. Be active in co-curricular activities such as sports

The reason why this picture is here ‘cos POSING IS A SPORT! (even if it’s not, someday I will make it one!) If only there’s a posing club in school… I can pose all I want without anyone calling me self-absorbed and a vain pot.

5. Attend the 10^th TOCfE International conference in Florida, USA

Ugh! I am super jealous. With those unethical aging Malaysian coordinators who blatantly point their wrinkled sausage-like fingers at the sovereign six in power position, I think do not stand a chance to attend any TOCfE conference.. until those bitches get thrown off as coordinators.

6. Avoid getting involve into puppy-love-relationships

I have been a sedate bachelor throughout the year and I am very thankful that I have not been dating any unclassy bitches who dump their partners just because they failed to return their text message last night. I am smart and sophisticated and I deserve a smart and sophisticated girlfriend. And no, I do not want a giant megasized girlfriend twice my size who will collapse my bed during sex. Btw, nice anot the sash?

7. Be listed as one of the top 25 students in the country for PMR

I have straight Ace. It’s already an accomplishment. I won’t grunt in dissatisfaction. Top 25 belongs to the supernatural students with a brain as humongous as the sperm whale’s or lifeless and destitute students who exile, isolate and seclude themselves from movie theaters, arcades and shopping malls. Not me.

2. Enjoy school.

3. Be satisfied with life.

Honestly I am not looking forward to 2008. I have a very bad feeling about it. I predict the whole of Gang Cina will one day disintegrate if the 14 of us are not placed in the same class this year.

Anyways, I know there are quite a number of you who are gonna face PMR in the near future. Just a little reminder….

10 MORE MONTHS MAN!

Muahaha.

Fine lar.. since I am so kind today, I’ll type out a tip or two before I end my New Year post.

Characteristic of a straight-A student

1. Students who have consistently scored 80% and above in their overall percentage gain the highest chance to score 8/7A’s

2. Students whose associates are all well-disciplined and brainy.

Note: It is very important for y’all to socialize with the right companion. Trust me. Take my group of friends as an example — all 7A’s achievers right?

3. Students who weigh less than 75kg. (nothing against overweight people BUT HAVE YOU EVER SEEN AN OBESE STRAIGHT-A SCORER?! no right?!)

Books you should buy/read

1. Ulangkaji Total PMR Geografi (Sasbadi)

2. Success PMR Science (Fajar Bakti)

3. the monthly Dewan Siswa magazines

4. any Mathematic workbooks

5. Sejarah & Kemahiran Hidup textbooks
(they are already sufficient. trust me!)

6. Past year questions.

7. mattzlife06.blogspot.com – for English =P
(just kidding.)

UPSR candidates 2004.

Bravo if you managed spot me.

Lastly,

THANK YOU BRENDA!!!

for believing in me even though I don’t know you and you don’t know me.

The day before Result Day, she told me on MSN;

And I really did score 7A’s.

See what I mean by socializing with the right people?! Do good to everyone ‘cos sometimes, you’ll never know, you might strike on a genie or an angel with witch powers who is able to grant what you really wish for.

And thank you granny and grandpa who’s probably enjoying their breakfast of red strawberries and juicy grapes in heaven right now! During Cheng Beng I begged them for 7A’s and whoopee, I got it.

Happy New Year =)

P.S.: Thank you Annie, Andy and Rachel for capturing my precious face expressions during Result Day. Thank you. Thank you. I will definitely tell my grandchildren and great grandchildren that the three of you were the ones who took those photographs.

Three things I did before Result Day.

That was probably the last time I could ever smile in my life.

Few minutes later, I saw a middling tall lady with a file in her hands marching across the hall towards us. IT WAS MY CLASS TEACHER!!! And before she even sat down, I shouted. HAHA.

There was a moment when no one dared to stand first in line or even anywhere around the table. Then I whispered to Alan, “I go first lah…” and courageously strode over to the table and standing right beside me was the nosy Hon Sang. That idiot’s result slip was laid 5 sheets above mine so he bloody got his first.

Anyhow, I am not gonna tell you his result ‘cos this blog post is gonna be about ME!! ME!! ME!! ME!!! MEEEE!!!!

I pushed my way to the right and led the crowd which was made up of all nervy and panicky Gamma(ian/riens)

So it was my turn lor…

All candidates ought to sign on piece paper signifying that the candidate himself/herself was there to receive the result. My hands were shaking and trembling in twitchiness causing my signature to look in contrast to what it was supposed to look like.

(was squeezing my camera cover)
HAHA!

The results slips were arranged in alphabetic order, you see. When my teacher flipped passed the result slips belonging to the candidates’ whose names begun with the letter ‘L’, I almost fainted.

I murmured softly to myself, “I sure won’t get 7A’s want lah…”

And whilst Pn. Sulo was flipping through the pile of plain white papers, probably two sheets away until it reaches mine, she said, “If you don’t get the results you wanted, it’s not the end of the world..”

SO OMG LOR!!!

I swear that stare from my teacher could have easily frozen the Niagara Falls.

As she lifted up her hands and passed that thin sheet of paper to me, my heart was throbbing so vigorously, so dynamically, so quickly… it was as though my heart was gonna stop beating in any second.

The Gemala (school mag) photographers were standing few inches away from the crowd with their cameras ready… all lenses focusing on me… ready to capture my soon-to-be-big-reaction.

Keep on reading to know how well/badly I did for PMR! (if you already knew, keep reading anyways)

I turned the result slip over and my eyes were immediately set on the tiny alphabets typed on the thin sheet of paper till my left eyeball was nearly detached from its suspensory ligaments and pop right out.

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7A’s BITCH!!!

I pulled a loooong deep breath and shouted at the top of my lungs, mixed with feelings of relief, joy and thankfulness as well as shock… it’s something I can’t just explain through words unless you experienced it yourself.

I was so damn happy till I almost squashed the fragile result slip in my hands.

I think I shouted so loud until the everyone who were present in the hall at that time when I took my results knew I had straight A’s. Haha.

As I regain my composure, I just shook my head in disbelieve. I do not deserve 7A’s.. I really don’t because I knew I didn’t work as hard as I could have worked. I didn’t push myself to the maximum of my abilities. And I remembered the night before Living Skills paper, I did not study but instead I slept throughout the day when I should be studying…. And if PMR was to be held a few days later, I would have forgotten all the facts and notes which I studied for the trials.

Dear fellow people who had absolutely no faith in me,

I guess I’ve finally proved you wrong. Haha, now lets see who’s laughing. =D And to Leon, I fucking got an A for MATH you DUNGU!!!! That asshole who said I’ll get an E for Math RIGHT BEFORE PMR STARTED… HAHA YOUR MIND GAMES DIDN’T WORK ON ME, SUCKER! Gosh! If only I remembered to tell that to his face, I would. Whatever laaaaa.. I got 7As and those who pernah insult or look down on me or anything and did not get 7A’s… you lose. I win.

AND I FUCKING GOT ALL A’s WITHOUT TUITION!!! (except Math, which also, I attended 3 or 4 months before PMR)

Straight A’s achievers!!

Pn. Kalwant, my English language teacher.

Later of the day, the supreme Gang Cina achievers and I celebrated on our terrific results in Kim Gary, Sunway Pyramid.

I was still bouncy that time lor ‘cos IT WAS JUST TWO HOURS AGO WHEN I FOUND OUT THAT I HAD FREAKING SCORED STRAIGHT A’s.

Cheese baked rice (looks like crap but whatever.. it taste good)

I had to bite my tongue to prevent myself from laughing ‘cos I was too overjoyed to look emo. LOL.

Half a dozen of J.CO donuts…
as a reward to myself.

The girls used to dominate the top spots in the rankings but on the contrary, the number of guys who scored straight A’s for PMR overshadowed the girls.

This proves to show that WE, GUYS ARE SMART IN ACADEMICS and not only in flirting and courting chics! Haha. Sexist me.

Anyhow, I got 7A’s and that is the only thing which matters to me. If you’re jealous, I don’t care. If you think PMR is not important, I don’t care.

I have only a short list of people whom I would like to thank for my achievement:

I am going of to bed now.

And I’ll wake up early for school tomorrow as my national examination results will be announced. So… wish me all the best. And good luck, friends, who sat for PMR.

Hello and Merry Christmas everyone.

First and foremost, yesterday was one of my worst and most dreary Christmas eve I’ve ever experienced in my life. I attended the worst Christmas party served with one the worst barbecue meat, if not the worst, I’ve ever tasted in my life.

Pfft… made me miss my The Amazing Race for no reason!

Subsequently, I demanded my parents to bring me back home right away and they abided to my plea. It was already super duper ultra mega late at night, 10 to be exact, when I set my feet into the house.

Passed my bed time already lor… ‘cos I usually sleep at 9:00PM or earlier. (What an unearthly time of the day to sleep for a teenager of 15!.. I know)

I quickly changed into my pyjamas and hopped onto bed and place my head on the white pillow. I didn’t just fall asleep yet but instead I forced myself to stay awake. I reached out for my cellphone and typed a short message wishing the recipients, who are all my close friends, Christians or non-Christians, a Merry Christmas.

The mannerly ones replied the minute after I sent the message… and I believe the rest, on the other hand, wanted to save their 5 cents to text their girlfriend instead and decided to conserve their lazy thumbs and ignored my message.

Stupid lor… it was midnight when I was on cloud nine about my straight As achievement in my dream. All of a sudden I heard the buzzing sound of vibration on my bedside. I opened my eyes and saw a flashing white light emanating from the screen of my mobile phone and written on the brightly lighted screen was:

Not to be unappreciative or anything… but I am not merry and happy anymore lor… ‘cos he freaking interrupted my merry and happy dream! Thanks for the message anyways. And thanks even more to the friends who texted me before I fell asleep (you know who you are).

Nonetheless though….

That is my dog, by the way.

There isn’t a Christmas tree erected in my house this year… so… I am forced to google a picture of one to be posted up in my blog.

Above and beyond that, I have a friend whose birthday is on Christmas, which is today.

Aside from a scarf, I have to say the Christmas hat makes a good replacement to tutup aurat. Heh.

No, she isn’t the school sweeper lady! She just happened to be a lady friend of mine, who swept the ground of my school’s grassless field.

Thank goodness she does not visit my blog or else she’ll probably stab my vigor and vim heart with a kitchen knife until the thick red oxygenated blood ooze out from the pulmonary arteries, veins, valves and vena cava and etcetera, etcetera and etcetera. Then she’ll leave my poor heart out to dry beneath the radiating hot sun and let the moist of my punctured heart be evaporated by the surrounding heat. Lastly she will unrepentantly slice the shrunken heart into millions of pieces and feed them to her aging cat.

And the ghastly and gruesome nightmare she dreamt off a year ago was just an absolute cock and bull story… to hide the unfeigned truth she had always knew of long before that she’ll, one day, kill me.. because I FREAKING POSTED 3 FUGLY PICTURES OF HER WITH A CHRISTMAS HAT ON HER HEAD ON HER 15^th BIRTHDAY!

I see the devil in her eyes. *coughs* Damn! I look hot in this picture! *coughs* She was about to feed me with a scone highly poisoned with a few drops of potion to rot my perfect white teeth or to scar my kuning-langsat Asian skin or to reduce the size of my penis.. I don’t know. But… muahaha… I fled and pose with another girl before she could even stuff that little pastry into my mouth.

=P

Go.. shoo… tell me I am damn lame on the taggieboard.

Christmas wad… cannot be lame ka?

Anyways, dear Alya, as much as you find my short story ridiculous and stupid and lame, the idea of the whole story is that through the funny and happy times or sorrow and mad moments, upon which we felt like strangling each another, we still ended up as good friends… correct?

Alya, enjoy December and the first three months of 2008, before I turn 16 in April because you certainly wouldn’t wanna be teased with the name “kiddo” by me.

I am about to end this blog entry. It’s almost 10PM… and I need to SLEEP!

So I wish all of you goodnight and Merry Christmas! And thanks to those who wished me on the tagboard. I deeply appreciated that.

One thing’s for sure… it’s not you =P

I find creating/writing a long long long Christmas list of all the toys and electronic goods I longed for on my blog is kinda stupid lor.

It’s not like Santa Claus (if he exists) will likely be reading my blog. I doubt there’s even a freaking internet connection in the North Pole. Even if there is and he somehow googled his name (yeah a Santa who’s as egoistic as me) and landed himself on my page containing the Christmas list, he’s not gonna grant all my wishes and bring all the stuffs I wished for all the way down to my house anyways. For goodness sakes! I live in MALAYSIA.

And I have totally no faith that he’ll make it to Malaysia alive. He’ll probably be burnt to death beneath the scorching sun high in the heavens. Hello!! Let me remind you that we’re all straddled on the equator!! (fine.. a few degrees away from it)… but still!!!

And so what if he survived? Got chimney for him to drop his butt in ah?

What if I wish for a house of my own. He bring me barbie doll house ka? Cis.

After all those facts about Malaysia being a strategic chunk of land in our History and Geography textbooks… Malaysia isn’t that strategically situated afterall huh? (not in the least for Santa to pay us all a visit)

Haha. I just unraveled something you will not find from the textbooks.

This Christmas, I only wish for three things.. just three.

Eh.. eh.. is it okay if I add another?

I wanted to delete a blog entry from my new blog… but in the end I accidentally terminated the whole blog. So stupid of me can?!

The name given for my newborn blog was a nice one. It was the best one I could ever think of (no, not mattzlife06 anymore k!) but as the blog was deleted, it took the URL away with it too and now there’s no way possible for me EVER to use the same URL.

For those of you beneath the coconut husk ones (just in case you are), URL is the acronym of Uniform Resource Identifier which is the website address you always type in the address bar.

Anyways, I came up with a list of names, one of which might be apart of my blog’s URL and I am giving y’all the power to choose which one you prefer and like best!

A year ago I wrote a memoir of my class, 2 Gamma, in my blog. And I guess it’s about time for me to write another one as 2007 is approaching to its end.

It has once again been another truly great and wonderful year being in the same class with the 36 similar faces, 36 similar voices and 36 similar personalities that I’ve came to know ever since in 7^th grade.

Today, I am going to write my personal reflection on my first day in Subang Utama high school until thus far.

Coming from a private school, I stepped into the soils of Subang Utama, which happened to be a government school, with a typical rich brat attitude. It freaked the shit outta me to see the condition of the toilet and absence of an air-conditioner in the classroom. And I really missed Sri KL’s (former school) Indian cleaners.

My life in Subang Utama begun in January 2005.

A prefect dressed in green long-sleeved shirt with a complexion the color of cinnamon stood smartly in front of the hall holding a cardboard with the word “1 Gamma” written on it. I was first in line and right behind me was a petite boy whose name is Wan Jun. After several speeches from the teachers, the prefect guided the line to a classroom situated at the top of the block.

Since I was first in line, I possessed the privilege of choosing a seat before anyone else did. I chose a comfy spot right beside the window. Then minutes later, the seats in front, beside and behind me started to fill up. A lanky lad namely Lih Shyan was the one who sat beside me. Quite the opposite, the person seated behind me was a big-sized bloke named Zarul and his gay partner friend since primary school, Khaled.

During the first two months of school, I bonded with the two chaps, both Zarul and Khaled. We were a trio of good pals… until one day, our Malay language teacher ordered the class to form a group of 6 for a BM presentation. I was quickly absorbed into a group comprising of all Chinese boys;- Alan, Eng Khim, Wan Jun, Ryan and Yongming. Ever since then, I left the trio and stuck with the five Chinese boys who at first, looked all geeky to me.

The six of us were great buddies and still is until this day (except WJ lar.. duh!). We used to gather round a table and yakked all sorts of stupid stuffs with one another. A bunch of Chinese girls whom we were not really close with then were seen gossiping at the other side of the classroom.

In mid January, I enrolled myself on a probationary course in hopes of becoming a school prefect. And on one of the class duties, I stood behind the classroom and encountered on a rather darked-skinned (and shiny. lol) lass with gleaming teeth as she smiles. I timidly muttered hi (wasn’t courting her f.y.i) and she turned her back behind and replied me.

Anyways… the girl with the gleaming teeth soon became my best buddy and err.. we dated? harhar.

And few months later, the thing which was destined to happen happened. The two separate groups, one consisting of six Chinese lad and the other consisting of six Chinese lass (Marissa, Yee Leng, Adrienne, Wei Lian, Yvonne and Sheng) merged into one. Later, Hon Sang, Lih Shyan and Yew Han got themselves on board into the group and the fifteen of us generated a hip gang of kuning-langsat people.

Haha. Giler kurang ajar.

At the end of 2005, I bonded with Alya, another classmate of mine. She was a witty and reliable friend. Her personality is pretty similar to mine and we tend to share the same opinion and laugh at the same person: Hanisah. Harhar. As we were close friends, I was automatically dragged along into her group of friends. And through Alya, I grew closer to Farhana and Nadzlin.

One of the most spine-tingling event of the year occurred on March 9. It was an afternoon of heavy rain and strong wind. The tiles of the roof were seen flying in the air and water came splashing into the classroom. Haha.. and my jakun classmates built “The Great Gamma Wall” by stacking up tables in front of the door to prevent everyone in the classroom from hovering with the wind. And then there were some who stood near the door as guards =.= Then hours later, Pn Vasantha, a discipline teacher, came banging on our door and the “guards” opened it and whoala, The Great Gamma Wall greeted her instead.

And then she came screaming “EMERGENCY!! EMERGENCY!! GO DOWN!!!” at our faces with a cane in her hand.

Gosh I look like a duck! Everyone, close your eyes!

The best days of life by far were the days when I was in Mexico, representing my nation in a leadership conference with 5 of my fellow classmates. I will never forget the day when Alya broke into my suite to wake me up as I was caged in dreamland and was unable to answer the endless knockings on my door. And.. and… Alya bought a tub of ice-cream from Walmart and Nadzlin, herself and I shared it together while watching Spongebob in Spanish. Haha. Anddd… I intruded Hanisah’s suite and jumped on her bed.

After we came back from Mexico, we emerged as the sovereign six. Our friendship grew closer than ever!

Afterwards, Nadia and Farhana eventually left the Gamma clan….

… leaving the previous 2 Gamma with 36 people.

After two years having Pn. Akmaliza as our class teacher, the remaining 36 of us were place under Pn. Sulo’s guidance and management. She was not only our class teacher but she also taught us Science throughout the year as well.

Well I doubt she’ll be reading this ‘cos I rarely have readers in their 40s or 50s (except for Sheng’s mom) She’s an awesome and sporting class teacher. And all our activities throughout the year may perhaps not come true without her. With that being said, thank you Pn Sulo!! Thank you!!

Despite having the fact that PMR is around the corner looming in our heads, we never failed to have fun.

One of the proudest moment being in 3 Gamma to me is to see the class joint effort during gotong-royong and the class’s MOST PERVERT & ANNOYING guy, Leon, to help us clean the barren and grassless field.

Teamwork

Then on July 7, our school organized a family day. Each class were told to open up a stall to raise funds on that day. 3 Gamma is popularly known as one of the best classes among the other 9^th grade classes for our creativity, intelligence and solidarity. And our unity and teamwork clearly outshine the rest during the family day.

Our stall.

And it’s really amazing to see how we can work so well with each other despite our different skin color, race, ethnicity, religion and personal beliefs.

And our hard work paid off as our class was announced the winner for two categories during assembly; one for outstanding unity and another one for being the class with the highest number of coupon sold.

Next, we had a class high tea in Sunway which I paid $30 for.

Although I was utterly late to the party and did not spend much time with my classmates during the high tea and only ate A MISERABLE BOWL OF ICE-CREAM, I still felt pleased and happy.

Few weeks later, Wan Jun was the next and final Gamma(ian/rien) to leave the Gamma clan.

Unity.

As a (former) good friend of Wan Jun, I stayed back with him for a moment and strolled around the school with him for the very last time (despite LOOSING MY GLASSES on the very same day) And gosh! If I knew of his ungratefulness from the start, I swear I would be the first one to head home.

And on October 1, in this exact classroom, 20 gentlemen from 3 Gamma, including me, sat for our national examination.

And on the October 7, the 20 of us walked out of the classroom/exam hall as freedmen and together we bade goodbye to PMR for good.

On the last days of our schooling day, we partied in the country’s historic state, marvelous Malacca.

We partied….

on the bus…

(I look like crap. Close your eyes again!)
… in the museum…

… and in the fort.

Keep that smile on your faces always ok?!

I am gonna miss all of you :’( I am gonna miss the usual people who just looove to yell “RAIN LAH WEH!” at me whenever I open my mouth to sing… and and oh! not forgetting Natalie and Annie’s expression each time I do any stupid dance moves.

3 Gamma, forever and ever and ever and ever!!!

I don’t know how many of you are reading this or who’s reading this, just to let y’all know, I entered SMKSU refusing to believe that I’ll meet such great people like you. But to study in the same class with you for 3 long years is just a blessing. I trust that our friendship will be a long-lasting one.

I hope y’all will all be placed in the same class as I am next year. And good luck in achieving excellent results for PMR.

Sorry… nothing to blog about these days.

Here’s something you’ll find in my Hotmail’s junkbox;-

Gosh.. what’s the urgency?

Suddenly I feel so important.. I wonder why. People as far as Ouagaduogou, West Africa came begging to me to be their business partner and whatnot. And apparently some multi billionaire died and his $5.5 million will be given away to me.

Those people are seriously trying to test my intelligence and wittiness. And I feel utterly insulted!

Any idea how can I avert spam mails from my junkbox FOR GOOD?!

I bought Neil Gaiman’s Stardust. So happy

DAMN BORING LAH TO BLOG!!

For an unknown blogger, my blog’s readership is fairly good as I have 50 over readers from all over the world thronged on my webpage per day. And the reason why this useless blog post is up here is because I didn’t want my blog to be deserted.

I used to blog everyday, but not anymore. I looked through my older posts and realized how super-duper boring they were (Not like my recent ones are any interesting… I know) and if you want me to edit Fergie’s Fergalicious specially for you, like how I did for Alya a year ago, don’t be shy to ask me on the tagboard. It’ll land right into my blog. At least I have something to post and you’ll have something to read.

I wish to make a statement, however.

Agree? Agree? Agree?

Btw, can someone tell me what the heck does the word ‘toddles’ means?! I see that word on every ending of a blog post on many typical girly blogs (sometimes guys too) that I’ve been to.

Bonjour readers!

Hurray!! Kudos to me for surviving in the country’s fastest growing metropolis, capital city of Malaysia, heart of the country, KUALA LUMPUR! I sat a train there and came back alive without falling into the tracks and getting run over by a speeding LRT train or something despite me crossing over the yellow line! I am so damn proud to tears.

I went to Mid Valley mega mall.. (yes only Mid Valley) But still… it’s in KUALA LUMPUR! And the last time I’ve been there was a year ago when I took my US Visa. And, jeepers I miss Kuala Lumpur!

In case you’re wondering, no, I was not born in the jungle nor did my mom give birth to me in a Kadasandusun rumah panjang (long house) in Borneo. I am fully bred and raised in the city… just that… it’s in another city, the glorious Petaling Jaya, Selangor.

Anyways, last Friday was just another outing with my friends. This time we got a bit bolder and more adventurous and decided to venture out to the bustling city of Kuala Lumpur. Fine, I was just exaggerating. We decided to dwadle and loiter around in a more vibrant shopping mall other than the usual Sunway Pyramid.

Departing Subang Jaya at 9:30AM, Sheng, YL and Ryan took the first train to Kuala Lumpur. Leaving an hour later, Alan, EK and myself left for Kuala Lumpur via Asia Jaya. And lastly, departing in last place, Thai resident, Wei Lian set off to Malaysia’s very own Big Apple, via Shah Alam.

With everyone traveling in different routes, who will arrive to the mall first and waste their bloody time there?

Haha. I purposely made it sound Amazing Race-y.

Anyways, thanks Aunty Teh, mom of EK, for fetching me to the station and sorry to have kept you and your son waiting (if I ever did)… I completely forgot about the time as I was watching Oprah Winfrey on TV and to make matters worst, I “not knowingly” took my jolly sweet time showering in the bathroom. Alan, the other passenger, was even later than me though.

Ok… there was drama in the car. Aunty Teh was supposed to drop us at the Subang KTM commuter station and from there we’ll take a commuter train all the way to Mid Valley. But little did we know, Aunty Teh, was way too generous and kind till she almost brought us all the way to Mid Valley.

T.T

The ever so ungrateful and unappreciative Matthew (me) pouted and sulked at the back of the car hoping that she would see my disappointment through the rear-view mirror.

I was discontented and frustrated as my hopes and dreams to sit on a train for the very first time in my life and to have Alan and EK be apart of my “first time” experience was flushed into the toilet bowl. And I would be lying if I tell you I was okay with Aunty Teh driving us straight to Mid Valley.

But hohohohohoho, the traffic congested.

Then Aunty Teh suggested that she send us to Asia Jaya and we take a LRT to KL Central. The happy Matthew (me) beamed with joy and delight and shouted “YAY!!” out loud in the car.

As the car halted in front of the station, I immediately leaped right out of the car and jakunly walked into the station and gazed at the surrounding with amazement and awe, bagaikan rusa masuk kampung.

Inserting my $10 note in the “hole thingy”

Pfft. My first tragic misfortune happened. The fussy and demanding machine shits my $10 note out of it’s bloody hole. Bitch.

SO NOT USER-FRIENDLY CAN?!!!

Apparently, it only acknowledges and accepts coins and $1 or $5 bank notes.

So I inserted my $5 note for a to-and-fro ticket from Asia Jaya to KL Central. As soon as I click on the icon representing my next destination, I heard tinkling sounds in the “collect returned dollars” compartment. Son of a bitch, the machine returned my $3 change in coins!

Platform 1

And then I enthusiastically boarded the train to KL Central…

Doing my thang on the train

Cheeeese!

I quote Sheng Ling;

Pfft. Go die. She’s just fcuking jealous and green-eyed that I own and brought a 8.0 mega pixel and I have friends on my side who were kind enough to be my photographer. Besides, it’s in the MORNING! Those people in the train should be thankful to me for brightening up their Friday morning by watching me performing my thang. You do not see many people pose on a train that often in your life, do you?!

Welcome to the majestic bustling city of Kuala Lumpur!

Platform 6

After the 30 minute long journey which seemed like an eternity, we finally arrived at our destination…

The mall famous for its towering Christmas trees and humongous-sized red mushrooms – the imposing MID VALLEY!

Cam-hoed with EK

The three of us reunited with the rest and headed up to GSC to collect our movie tickets. Later, we spent 30 agonizing minutes debating on where to eat. In the end, we settled for Secret Recipe.

As mouthwatering and succulent as it may look, the fact that it costs me a whopping $15.50 for a platter of cheesy macaroni made me feel remorse to even touch the spoon.

But whatever… it’s just once in a lifetime. After all, I brought a wallet full of cash to fund me throughout the day. In fact I brought more than enough till I could treat that Friday as my personal “spend-all-you-want” day and splurge all my leftover money from the piggy bank before the year ends.

After lunch, we watched…..

Screw Lyra! Now I am the one who’s in possession of the Golden Compass and I swear the alethiometer (the Golden Compass) denoted that those who write in any negative comments about the picture or even think that they can edit that picture far better than I do will never ever experience an orgasm in their life!

I give The Golden Compass a two thumbs down, simply because I felt the ending was a bit potong stim. Btw, is Mrs Coulter the good guy or the culprit?

Anyways… more pictures…

Honey, I shrunk the kids!
Sheng Ling, I shrunk your BOYFRIEND!

MUAHAHAHARR…

Everyone looked ugly in it… so I thought of making it uglier. But it ultimately turned out cute!

Haha. I bet he’ll come running to me with the fork he bought for his mom for Christmas and jab my ass with it the very next time he sees me for shrinking his head in the picture.

Sorry larr… we’re even anyways. My left cheek freaking looks as if there’s a cancerous tumor mushrooming in it.

During the last hours in Mid Valley, we stopped by at Pets Wonderland and subsequently landed our butts at Mc’ Donalds and shared our holiday experience with one another (did we?).

(I wrote Ryan’s name in it to justify his height/size of his head and to show the world that my friend ain’t no down-syndrome kid with an ultra-small head)

Almost got sesat afterwards.

The whole journey back was a total nightmare. I’ve never ran so fast to catch a train in my life… well ‘cos it’s only my second train-ride experience.

Overall, the outing was awesome. Best one yet. I give a perfect 10.

P/S: Spoiled brats like me hires a personal driver and never relies on public transportation. The next time I sit on a cab I’ll make sure I take a photo too k?

Hi!!

Blimey! It took me 3 days before I willingly published my draft on Appreciation Night. I think I’ve lose my ability to blog. Either that or I’ve been living a routine life and I have totally nothing interesting to share with you. Actually I’ve a few things to blog about but I guess I’ll just save it till the end of the year.

Wait there was something I wanted to say but I’ve forgotten what was it.

Anyways I’ve been keeping this particular picture in my camera for so long but didn’t post this up.

That’s the content of my school bag the night before I sat for my national examination, PMR.

Haha… Smarties in order to turn smarter. Damn lame, I know. But when I was kid I really really believed that Smarties are like “smart pills” and eating them will make one smarter. Well, I hope my quirky superstition that the more pieces I eat, the smarter I’ll become, works… ‘cos I ate the whole box before the BM paper. Heh.

For some reason, I am reminiscing about the days when I was in 7^th grade. And you would not believe what is harking back to my mind right now.

It was during Math class. I was daydreaming while looking outside the window. My eyes were set on the Indonesian cleaner as she was sweeping the cemented floor along the corridors of my classroom (no, I am not that desperate to woo the school cleaners) when suddenly I heard a shriek which literally made me jump out of my seat along with a loud thud. I promptly turned my head to the front and saw Alan lying helplessly on the floor.

Like what the rest of my classmates did, I just stared at the pale-looking Alan who was lying motionlessly on the ground (there wasn’t much I could do, can I?). But I was much much much more eviler than the rest.

Throughout the whole intense and chaos moment, I almost fell down on my knees laughing out loud and nearly choked to death on my saliva. No, I didn’t find Alan comical when he collapsed. I was laughing at my dear Mathematics teacher’s high-pitched scream as Alan was passing out as though as she was about to get sodomized. And if Alan was to die, her high-pitched scream was enough to drag him back to Earth.

Ok ok.. I am the evilest and meanest person/friend a person could ever have and I deserve to be buried alive and burnt in hell. Whatever.

He fainted, by the way. And 2 years later… he’s still alive.

Pizza flavored dog food.

So cool can?!!!

Why don’t they have pizza flavored crisps in stores?! Wait.. they do. I’ve always wanted to try how dog treats really taste like but I do not wanna die of diarrhea.

I took 20 over shots of him… thus the annoyed and aggravated look. Haha.

My dog is turning 7 this December but Alan said it looks 70. Boo.

Oh.. oh.. oh!! Before I end this blog entry, I am gonna do the tagged thingy courtesy of Michelle Fong [EK's (girl)friend, yes HER!] To be honest, I didn’t know what the word “tagged” really meant until now.

My first ever tag question answered on mattzlife06.

Five things found in my wallet

1. Identification card.
2. Popular bookstore card.
3. Calendar.
4. USD-Peso currency exchange resit.
5. Credit cards Name cards.
(As of December 13, 2007, $0 of bank notes and coins)

Five things I’ve always wanted to do

1. Be a renowned attorney and a prominent politician afterwards.
2. To bungee jump from the Victoria Falls bridge in Zambia.
3. To fall in love.
4. To travel around the globe for FREE. (unless I magically turn into a multi billionaire)
5. Basically enjoy life to the fullest.

Five things I am currently into

1. Girls?
2. The Amazing Race.
3. Nicole Scherzinger.
4. ‘Gotta work’ by Amerie.
5. New underpants!

Bye.

I did not intend to go for the Prefects’ Appreciation Night which was held on Friday at the Lakeview club. But because I did not want to disappoint Joanna and Zhui Mun and I had nothing to do at home anyways… I changed my mind.

Prefects’ Appreciation Night is a night where the juniors and seniors gather round and enjoy ourselves together for the very last time. It’s organized by the 10^th grade prefects to appreciate and thank the graduating seniors for everything they’d taught and done for us.

Met up with Gok Heng, Joanna and Zhui Mun beside the pool. Disappointingly and rather shockingly, the four of us were the only four 9^th grade prefects who were there. As what Joanna puts it, we’re the “faithful four”. Haha.

Zhui Mun, Matthew (me) and Joanna

The food was satisfactory… pretty good for a $30 meal. And everything else was great. But with the majority of the turnouts came from 10^th and 11^th graders, I easily felt like a humble square peg in a round hole. I wasn’t close to any of the seniors. It’s just odd.. to be the youngest one there.

But as the night was about to end, I started to realize that I was there for a reason and that reason is to thank those who assisted and supported me throughout my probation period. And to be able to attend the appreciation night itself is a blessing.

Izzat
He was my very first mentor… a great one. I lucidly remember the very first day I went for duty. I was placed in the canteen. He told me to be bolder and audacious and not to be afraid to face up to the students. Even though the groups reshuffled a few months later and we were in separate groups, I knew he always believed in me that I would do great regardless of who my senior is. If it hadn’t been for him, I might not be able to wear the green blazer I’ve always yearned for since the start of the year. And because of that, thanks Izzat.

Chen Liang

He was the one who taught me how to march adroitly and proficiently. He believed that the amateurs, like me, have an equal shot to be in the marching squad. His perseverance and diligence to help and guide the tyros truly inspires me. On account of his determination and dedication, I eventually managed to make the cut in the prefect’s marching squad. And because of that, thanks Chen Liang.

Hun Yin

One of the very few friendly seniors who made me feel comfortable and at ease on my first day of duty/morning session, when the people, duty system and the environment as a whole, appeared to be new and completely different to me. And because of that, thanks Hun Yin.

Rizwan

He is one of the all-time prefects whom I respect and look up to. As the Assistant Head Prefect, he is known for his modesty and compassion. And even though he plays an important role in the Prefectorial board with major responsibilities on his shoulders to come along with it, he is also an intellectual student and has always done well academically. He’s certainly a role model to me and many others as well.

Also, many thanks to Hui Ning and Reduan for being such great and friendly seniors to me… as well as everyone else in the prefects clan for your sacrifice.

The faithful four
(You do not have to tell me that I have glamorous-looking female friends.. because I already know that =P)

The whole bumpy experience I’ve had being a prefect absolutely daunted me at the end of the day and I just felt passionless to sustain my obligation as a school prefect. A simple “keep up your good work” from the seniors was already enough to motivate me to get back on the right path where I’ve skidded off.

My conclusion, I am very thankful to be at the appreciation night last Friday.

Once again, thanks seniors!

Pictures courtesy of Gok Heng.