Disappointed at myself for…

Not being able to conclude my essay for EST.

Not choosing and answering the right questions for Add Math.

Not being able to complete the Accounts paper.

I feel stupid. I have let down my favorite teachers — Mr Jacob and Miss Esther.

I know I should move forward but… this sucks man!

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Just wanna dedicate this post to Alya, a very good friend of mine.

Alya…

STAY STRONG

I wish there is something I could do to help you and to repay all the things you have done for me.

Although recently we may not be as close as we used to, I know you have struggled a lot these past few years. You might not know this, but I secretly admire your strength and how you face the toughest ordeals of your life.

I prayed for you before I had my afternoon nap today.

I just want you to know that you’re never alone.

Rest well. I hope you’ll recover soon.

SPM!!!!!!!!!!!!

I know some day I will look back and laugh at this but…

THIS IS LIFE AND DEATH FOR ME

I want to score straight As so badly and earn a full scholarship so I can live my life feeling secured about my tertiary education but having this huge feeling that I can’t is killing me soooooo badly deep inside.

I have been feeling so depressed these past few days. I know that I am a survivor in many things. I know I have not given up on all the things that I feel passionate about.

But this is just… too tough for me, personally. I don’t think I am ready to be a failure, a loser and a disappointment.

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Just a short post for today alright?

So yeah. I went for my 6-hours practical driving class yesterday. This time I brought my Physics book along! Hahahahaha. I can now tell everyone that I brought my Biology, Chemistry and Physics books to each of my driving classes! Haha.

While the driving guy was explaining about driving, I did the Perlis Chemistry trial paper — the one Pn. Pushpa gave last week. Hahahaha. Everybody’s desk was empty except mine. I had my table siap dengan my trial papers, pencil box and calculator on it like some nerd. Haha. But the driving guy caught me doing my trial paper and told me to keep it and pay attention P.S. I was sitting right at the front. Haha.

FINE.

Anyways, this is not the main thing I wanted to say.

What I wanted to tell you is about what happened when the class ended. My driving instructor had to fetch his daughter from school or something so he sent his friend to take me home instead. Before I went for the class, my driving instructor informed me of the plate number of his friend’s car.

So when I was done, I looked for the car lah. And I found it!

Don’t give me this face, i.e. ’cause I am not done with my story yet!!!

Before I entered the car, I asked the guy who was in the car if he was supposed to fetch me home… in English.

And he was like…

“MEH AH?! — LEI EM SEK KONG KONG FU WAH AH?!”
(What?! — You don’t know how to speak Cantonese ah?!)

And so I told him, like how I tell the other Chinese, that I can only understand the language but cannot speak in it.

He looked totally stunned. HAHAHAHAHA. But yeah, he was supposed to fetch me home.

And in the car, he was quite friendly lah. He asked me what language do I speak with my parents. LOL. The only bummer is that he can’t speak a word of English and I can’t speak a word of Cantonese. So in the end, we spoke to each other in BM! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

The kesimpulan of my story is that BM is a very important language in our country and most of us tend to take our national language easily and label it as an incompetent language. See… I have proven that BM can bridge language barriers even amongst two people of the same race and ethic background. Heh.

The end

Hello.

I just came back from my driving theory test this afternoon. I am taking a time off from my study schedule to write about it because today was a rather prolific day and should be recorded in this blog!

So yeah, about that stupid, useless, WORTHLESS test. Omg it wasted so much of my precious time and made me stress out the entire week. SPM’s in approximately two weeks time and I am doing this driving shit.

Just in case you are wondering, I ain’t starting the whole driving course after SPM because… I JUST CANNOT. I must get my driver’s license by DECEMBER. It is urgent.

For those of you who have been there and done that, you would know that the driving course thingy is split into two parts right? I am trying to get the first part done before SPM and will be doing the second part after SPM.

No, actually I really do not want to go for it now because 1. SPM’s around the corner; 2. I have zero interest in driving… seriously. Haha. Probably it’s because I know I’ll be successful and chauffeur-driven like… forever. Kekekekeke. Ok. I am not gonna count my chickens before they hatch. For all I know, I’ll be someone’s chauffeur instead. Omg. Touch wood. Touch wood. Touch wood.

I took my test in Kinrara. Arrived at the test centre at 9:00AM. It was super small, super humid, super stuffy, super Third World. The air-conditioner wasn’t working. Even the padded fabric of the seats were ripped off. Omg.

There were A LOT of people. By the way, I was so lonely there. I thought I would meet people who are of the same age group as I am and perhaps make new friends but no… ALL of them were old! Yikes! Ok lah, probably not all… but most of them were! Even at the 6-hour driving class, majority were OLD. Some even have a jangut and it is DAMN WHITE. Omg. It was so white and frizzy that I can’t help but notice and blog about it. Haha.

Speaking of the driving class, it was soooooooo boring. I brought my Biology book to read and managed to cover half of the ecosystem chapter. It was a success! Haha. There was this guy who sat at a few seats away from me… he slept and HE FREAKING SNORED. Omg. I cannot stand being around these type of people lah seriously. So lazy. At least although I wasn’t paying attention I was studying HARD for a better future. And I don’t understand why it took them so long to apply for a license.

Back to the driving test centre… as I was saying… I felt so damn lonely there. This time I brought my chemistry book along! Haha. But I didn’t study at all though. I was trying to memorize the entire driving 101 book.

I didn’t really read much prior to that stupid theory test. SPM laaaaaaah. I have no time to give this thing a damn. But once at the centre, I was damn worried ’cause if I fail, I’ll have to wait until next week to resit and thus prolonging my stress. Die die also must get my driver’s license by December. If not, I won’t have transport to college! Takkan lah I walk? And no, I refuse to take the public transport.

And oh! I forgot to mention that I took the mock driving theory test at home TWICE and I failed TWICE. The first time I scored ±60% and for the second time which I took last night, I scored ±80% (yes, 80% is still a FAIL). I thought of doing another round of the mock test but 1. I was too exhausted and sleepy; 2. I couldn’t do and hence I became lazy. According to Gok Heng, >45/50 is a pass. (Note: My mock test tallies my scores in percentage, so yeah) In other words, I need to score at least 90% to pass.

I only studied Section 1 and Section 3 but completely ignored Section 2. I swear there is no more empty space in my cerebrum left to take in useless and worthless information such as the signboards, how-many-points-I-will-receive-if-I-break-the-rules, the-minimum-amount-of-alcohol-in-my-breath, etc. What are the odds that I will see a binatang liar running in front of my car? It’s dumb.

So yeah. I waited and waited and waited and waited and waited until it was my turn. At 2:00 o’clock, I WAS STILL THERE! I felt like I was like attending the 6-hour class for a second time! It was such a waste of my time and when SPM is only two weeks away, it’s really a waste of time.

While I was waiting, a few ladies were sitting near to where I was sitting. They were like the mak cik-mak ciks from the hood. Haha. And it was so funny ’cause they were LOUDLY yakking about all sorts of housewife nonsense. And one of them was like “Ya Allah, tolonglah berikan saya kekuatan untuk mengharungi ujian memandu ini” And I was like omg! It’s just a driving test! Hahaha.

We all waited pretty long. While waiting, I diligently eavesdropped on their housewife conversations which always sound interesting and funny to me. It was certainly a one of a kind first time experience! Haha. Wait, I don’t think ‘eavesdrop’ is even the proper word to use  ’cause they were speaking so loudly that I can naturally hear.

Later one of them said “Budak nih (obviously referring to me) pun tunggu lama” thinking that I was from China and do not understand Malay, deaf or retarded. I starred at her and then the same mak cik asked me since what time have I been waiting. I replied “nine. err… sembilan!” while putting on a kesian face. Hahahaha. And then she praised “waaaaa… lamanya! you sangat sabar ya?!” (the entire herd of mak ciks exited the centre for lunch at noon)

Mak cik number two asked me what school I was from… to which I proudly answered Subang Utama! I told them that SPM’s in two weeks time and I am so stressed out. And at that very moment, I was officially inducted into the ‘driving moms’ clan. Hahahahaha.

They asked me about my school and what course I am gonna take in college and all. I felt like I was at some college interview or something. Haha. And a few minutes later, I was FINALLY called out to sit for the theory test. My ‘driving moms’ clan wished me good luck. Awwwww… so sweet. Hahahaha. Even my parents didn’t wish me good luck before I left the house.

The questions were okay lah. Quite tough actually. Gunning for a hundred, I did it very slowly and very carefully to avoid making any careless mistakes. The day before the test I didn’t know what a clutch plate was and till now, I still don’t know what a clutch plate is! Haha. And there was one question about it!

I rechecked my answers and then submitted it. My total score is…

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43/50

Thinking that 43/50 is a fail, I was like *gasp* Masyaallah!!!. Hahahahahahahaha.

But then at the bottom I saw the word lulus (pass) and then I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Passing mark was actually 42.

As I walked out of the computer room, my ‘driving moms’ supporters asked me if I passed and so I nodded my head. One of them uttered among themselves “baloilah dia tunggu lama”. Haha. They are super sweet and super cute lah.

I took my result slip and waved goodbye to them before I left… as though I have known them for centuries. Haha. And they all waved back and said bye. Awwwwww…

Happy ending

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.

SPM’s just around the corner. About a month more

I just wanna say a few things…

• First and foremost, hiiiiiiiiiiiii

• Sorry for not updating much at all for the past few days weeks months. I would feel guilty whenever I start typing a post. Even now. Not that I study 24-7 but… I just feel guilty lah! Somehow I do not feel the same way when I am playing Bejeweled on Facebook. Haha. But I am over that stupid game now. It was such a waste of my time. Pfft.

• So many things have happened lately I don’t even know where to start! I promise I’ll blog one by one after SPM and you can visit this blog everyday and not be disappointed at all ’cause I assure you that once SPM finishes, there’ll be something new to read everyday. I’ll devout my entire December blogging. Haha.

• High school’s ending. I feel sad. Just a little shout out: SMK SUBANG UTAMA, I LOVE YOU! Remember to tell your teachers and friends how much you love them and how much you’re sorry for all your wrong doings and how much you’ll miss them before you’ll never ever have the chance to do so ever again. SAY YOUR LAST WORDS AND SAY IT RIGHT. For all you know, you’ll never meet them ever ever ever again. Should I end this point with a smiley or a sad face?

• The Amazing Race rocks!!! Damn potong stim… after all the somberness and melancholy, I know.

• All the very very very very very very very very very very very very best for SPM and — life

Hello!

So many things have happened lately. I’ve got so many things to tell you. Too bad, I just don’t have the time.

First and foremost, MY TRIAL EXAMINATIONS ARE OVER! Whoo hoo. I guess this is my only time to rest. After today it will be full gear towards SPM. Hopefully I’ll have that will power and strength in me and hopefully, hopefully, hopefully, I’ll succeed.

So now… let’s talk about trials LOL.

My trial exams were ok. I don’t dare to say much ’cause after the results will not be what I hoped for.

BUT I MADE DAMN A LOT OF STUPID MISTAKES! OUT-OF-YOUR MIND STUPID MISTAKES!!!!!!

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

It all started with Modern Math.

You know for every set of Modern Math paper, the formula page will surely be stapled together with it right? MINE DOESN’T! And it was not like everyone else didn’t have their formula page as well. It was just mine!

And so I assumed, “hey! maybe the teachers just wanna test us on how well we remember the formula” so I did not ask for the formula sheet. And then I came across this question which required me to use the volume of a pyramid formula.

I could have answered the question — IF ONLY I HAD THAT FORMULA PAGE. Of all formulas, I FORGOT THE PYRAMID FORMULA. Turned out, the formula page was provided EXCEPT mine… &%&*#%*(&%*(%*&#%.

I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooo naiveeeeee and gullible.

So I skipped it and moved on to the next question.

And when I was at Section B of the paper, I read the instruction:

Choose any of the four questions

I flipped through the last pages and counted the questions. 1…2…3…4! “FOUR QUESTIONS GIVEN ONLY. CHOOSE WHAT?! CIS!”, I told myself. So I answered all the 4 questions, including the chapter 10 question, Plans and Elevations which is super tedious. Must measure here and there. IT TOOK UP A LOT OF MY TIME.

After the invigilator collected my paper, I asked Lu Quan:

How come there was no question on Earth As A Sphere ah? I worked so hard for that chapter!

And he answered, “Got what!”

I was like “WHERE?!!!! I DIDN’T SEE ALSO…”

Apparently, it was on the last page.

And when I flipped through the question paper again afterward, IT WAS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE LAST PAGE WHICH I DIDN’T SEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am so dumb. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DUMB. Omg.

When I told Annie about this, she said “You can be so blond at times”. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

The next great blunder that I did was for Malay Language paper 2. Here’s a screen cap of one of my whats-on-my-mind on facebook.

Note: Nor Azilah is my Malay Language teacher.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Don’t you wish your teacher is as cool as mine? Haha.

Ok, I hope these are the only plain dumb mistakes that I’ve made. I really really really don’t want to get a bad grade JUST because I did silly mistakes.

I remembered in 10^th grade, I forgot to shade the last 10 questions of my Geography MCQ paper and scored a B for it. I guess I’ll never learn…

For Physics, Chemistry and Biology, it was okay. I know I can still improve if I actually studied a little EARLIER.

But I was very lucky lah. I remembered for Biology, there was one experiment which I studied 5 minutes before the exam and IT CAME OUT. The one on the concentration of salt and water in the urine.

A few minutes before the paper began, I told Lu Quan to remember the phrase “Bitch On Penguin” which was my way of remembering “Blood Osmotic Pressure”. Hahahaha.

I know it’s not hard to memorize the sentence ‘blood osmotic pressure’, but at that kind situation, I CAN’T REMEMBER A THING so I had no choice but to come out with stupid ways to remember. Hahaha. Okay now I hope I didn’t write “As more water is drunk, the bitches on penguin decreases.” HAHAHAHAHAHA. That would be beyond dumb…

Umm.. and oh! English Paper 1! These were the choices given… (wait a minute, let me go get the question paper )

• “I don’t want to go home. I’m scared”, the little boy sobbed pitifully, nursing a bruised arm. Continue the story.

• Describe a fund-raising project that you have participated in your school.

• Our World — Our Responsibility.

• There has been an increase in crimes in your housing area. Suggest ways to bring down the number of thefts and robberies.

• Beauty.

So at first glance, I chose Our World — Our Responsibility. And then on second thought, I chose to write about a fund-raising project instead. I thought of my English teacher and how she favors technical and factual essays. My essays are more towards emotions and society. I don’t want to get another A2 just because I wrote another “presidential” essay and it was not “factual” enough.

And so I started imagining how a fund-raising project is like. Valentines Day Project? Not appropriate. Good luck project? Not enough points. Green Ribbon Project? I was not physically there to live the moment so I don’t know what to write. If only I was required to write a LETTER to organize a fund-raising letter than maybe I’ll do awesome. Haha.

In the end, I scrapped that idea off and browsed through the other questions. Finally, I settled for Beauty. And my first thoughts were MISS VENEZUELA! MISS DOMINICAN REPUBLIC! MISS KOSOVO! MISS AUSTRALIA! MISS PUERTO RICO! *drools* hahahahahahaha. I just watched the Miss Universe pageant on TV not long before that so yeah… Haha. I could have written my entire essay on Miss Universe. Haha.

My first point was about the external beauty of a person. And I wrote nonsense on Sonnet 18. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. And then I moved on to the inner beauty of a person and begun the paragraph with “These days, beauty queens are not judged by their looks alone.” And then I wrote more nonsense about the woman’s body and how they do not matter. Hahahahahahaha. And lastly, I ended the paragraph with “Personally, I like women who are strong at heart, independent, confident and ambitious”. Omg. I wonder what will Pn. Subbu think when she reads my essay. Hahahahahaha.

The last time I chose a one word essay was last year, final term in which I yakked about President Accidents. Hahahahahaha. Not very wise of me, I know.

Okay, that’s about it. I gotta sleep now. Byeeeeeeee.

Hi

I feel so retarded

I am worried.

I must not screw these final months up.

I will graduate high school happy.

I WILL GRADUATE HIGH SCHOOL HAPPY.

I must stay positive.

Bitter sweet. Roller coaster ride. Tears. Laughter. Joy. Heartbreak. Satisfaction. Disappointment. Wooh, one heck of a journey it was! Today, it has ended officially and oh, finally…

Being a prefect in my school has never been easy. It was never a laid-back ride for me or anyone else in particular in the Prefectorial Board. Every single one of us has certainly faced adversities and difficulties. Everyone has their own story to tell. But amongst the many different stories, there is one thing similar… our journeys were never smooth sails. It was a struggle.

Throughout my 5 years course of being a prefect, I’ve seen people broken down; I’ve seen people lose hope,  faltered, and never saw the light at the end of the tunnel. For me, I am very thankful to have friends who were there for me and who were willing to lend a helping hand during the time I needed it most. Just like in the Prefects’ Camp, you can’t possibly climb the wall all by yourself (okay, I am talking about people my height here!) — you need your team.

I’ve seen with my very own eyes how people have changed for the better good by joining the Prefectorial Board. Take Annie as an example. The timid and introvert Annie who used to sit alone (or with Natalie ) at the corners of the classroom has changed. The Annie I knew back in 7^th grade is now the Secretary of the Editorial Board, the Canteen Bureau of the Prefectorial Board and an outspoken debater! She’s also lame and sarcastic. Who knew?! This shows how one small step she took, that is, by joining the Prefectorial Board can make all the difference.

Same goes to Tzer Wern, my junior. If my memory serves me right, he entered Subang Utama a bit late. He wasn’t like most of the 7^th graders who started schooling in Subang Utama on the 3^rd or 4^th of January. His mom came to see the teacher adviser and pleaded that he be granted a chance to undergo the prefects’ probation (the probation period had started at the time he came, so yeah). His mom believed that by letting him serve in Prefectorial Board, his life will change. His mom believed that the Prefectorial Board will help propel him to greater heights. And she was right. Look where he is now — Head Prefect of Subang Utama!

Stories like these should be taken as an inspiration to everyone! People can chant ‘Green Dogs’ or ‘Suck Ups’ at us all night long but at the end of the day, we’re not the ones losing out. Prefects, keep hanging on! The memories and experiences you will pick up along the way will be priceless and remembered for the rest of your life.

So to the younger generation out there, if you do get this kind of opportunity, embrace it and never ever let go of it. Yes it’ll be hard but always remember that you are not the only one feeling the hardship. Toughen up and fight (in a diplomatic way lah of course!)

Enough said. Will let the pictures do the talking for now… I like what Revathi told me the other day.

Matt, I love going to your blog because I can shop for pictures!

Hahahahahahaha. So cute.

Just for your information, 55% of the pictures posted on my blog comes from Sheng Ling, 42% comes from Annie and 3% comes from me. My job is so easy — just take! Haha.

Everybody please thank Sheng Ling and Annie for the pictures… especially Sheng Ling because we never ever want her to feel “violated”.

Definitions

violated

verb

1. (past of, violate)

adjective

1. Conveys the sense of having been abused sexually (see womanize).

She’s my main source of pictures so I need to keep her happy, healthy and fat and certainly not violated

I know I look really bad here but it was the very last time I sang the Prefects’ Song.

My successor, Rachel.

It’s a video of the honor guard… WATCH!!!

My future running mate! We’ll create a new political party. Watch out BN, PKR, DAP, PAS, Gerakan, SUPP, Pasok Momogun, etc. Grrrrrr…

The discipline unit

Prefectorial Board 2008/09

Prefectorial Board 2005/06/07/08/09

Prefectorial Board 2008/09/10

Congratulations juniors! You guys have been great… except for one thing though — THE BLOCKS PORTFOLIO!!! Don’t keep locking the grills lahhh…

OMG!!!! OMGGGGG!!!! OMGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!! OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!! OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!! OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
GGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!

OMG!

Wtf. Wtffffff. Wtfffffffffffffffff. Wtfffffffffffffffffffffffffffff.

OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.

AHHHHHH!!! omgggg… omggg… omggggggggggggggggggggggggggg.

Remember back in April, Lu Quan, Reuben, Annie and I participated in the HELP UC debate and competed against Seri Suria? The motion of the debate was this house would not experiment on animals for human benefits. We were the government.

Related posts: 1, 2, 3

Look what I’ve found on youtube!

WATCH! WATCH! WATCH!

AND LISTEN CLOSELY TO THEIR HIGHLY ANNOYING AND MADLY THICK AMERICAN ACCENT.

And I quote:

The government was like.. very like, yeah we won, yeah we won.

The only reason why I was smiling was because I saw the first.. their first guy smiling so I was just like countering their mojo with my mojo.

All of them were like uh huh in your face kinda thing and then when we won, we were like in your face, fools!

Bitch.

Don’t you just feel like punching each and everyone of them in the face?!

Just imagine if someone mocks you, your teammates and your school, records every effing word he/she has said and even worst, POSTS IT ON YOUTUBE, will you like it? Of course not! So undiplomatic of these people.

I have so officially lost all respect for the Seri Suria debate team.

Seri Suria lost in Round 2.