Sick

I'm declared sick - with flu, sore throat and cough. I just went to see my doctor this evening - around 3.30pm and thank God that I need not to quarantine myself!

I am so far H1N1 negative. (Rosanna! - though I ain't a Christian, sorry)

Before this, in school...

We were visited by judges from all over Malaysia, around 15 of them. There was a competition which we were chosen to go to the National level - Pertandingan Sudut Pendidikan Pencegahan Dadah. Though I did nothing much because I'd dilemma with my Physics experiment's team, but I still helped a little. As my president advised me, 'you better manage your time properly.' And I did.

The judges were really nice (on my side of story, at least) to me and Tinesh when we were presenting our scrap books. They were asking questions that were simple enough for me to crap it out. Thank God! Or less, I will be blamed for any mishap!

The whole process was really tiring when we all did our final preparation since last night (some of them slept in school) and when I reached school this morning, I helped them clean up the mess by sweeping and mopping the floor.

i hope we can win...

Oops!

I forgot to post this one yesterday because I was really busy finishing lots of Accounts questions and Mathematics - CIRCLES. Gosh, they really make my head spin when they've so many tangents and angles in a diagram. Really! But... I finished them today. I'll complete my notes regarding ELECTROCHEMISTRY tomorrow - lazy. Blah!

So, the reason of me posting this entry is...

My BM oral group's the best (so far) according to my BM teacher, Mrs. Tan Peik Lee. Woohoo! Yu-Xuan and I got 36/40 while Ben and Amir got 33/40! Pretty cool... We're thanking each other when it ended. Phew! Finally, it ended...

For the intro, Yu-Xuan was a little tired (after his duty of spot-checking the 1st formers) and it was actually a little screwed; especially when everyone looked at me with their one-of-a-kind looks of confusion.

It started with me saying,

Ahli pujangga, James Baskett pernah berkata

(followed by Yu-Xuan: anda tidak boleh lari...

Amir: daripada masalah kerana...

Ben: tiada tempat yang sejauh itu)

then the aura intensified.

But Yu-Xuan was a little blur for a moment, so our teacher gave us a minute break for Yu-Xuan to recollect his thoughts and, it started well and ended well too! Except for the part of me accidentally addressed my teacher as saudara instead of saudari when she asked us questions. Anyway... I'm glad!

Thanks, Amir, Ben and Xuan for everything you'd done!

Fought

with my granny again. Damn, I really should try to content myself!

She was telling me that I shouldn't be overreacting for this damn scratches on my hands. So I answered, 'why don't you try and rub yourself on the road?'

She: Compared to mine last time where I burnt my whole arm! Yours is nothing.

And there goes her BLA-BLAING mode is on... (and I came up here quietly so that I will not quarrel with her more)

I just didn't like it when she says that 'no one respects me but when they do, they are up to something'. It really bothers me! Also, she always will say about how much she'd done for me, how much she'd helped me and bla... bla... bla... I am speechless every time she says these words - it hurts OK!

What the hell? Why do old people love to bring this effing issue up? Come on - they need to respect us too just for us to respect them! I have my patience too. I do not know why on earth she loves to tell these lines. It's seriously cliched - long ago! Dead and meaningless!

I fell down

DAMN! And now I've both my hands - left wrist and right palm injured quite badly. Yeah, the epithelial tissue is all off revealing the pink fresh flesh. It prickles and it hurts - no doubt about it! What the hell?

It all started when Mr Rusli wanted the assembly to start 10 minutes earlier: 7.10am instead of 7.20am and I dunno why either...

It has become my responsibility for these students (who are late) to sit under my unit's supervision (sorry for the bombasticity) and what else?

These goddamn sheep ran as if fucking thunderbolts were gonna fucking fry the bloody bodies up away from my damn unit! I ran to catch 'em and I MYSELF FUCKING FELL! What the hell?!

While I was running to catch these sheep (OK, enough of bad words) I didn't know why my legs were dragging me down to the ground as if a ghost is pushing me down or something. But I couldn't stop running and...

DAMN! I fell down and continued with the inertia of my moving body. I slided a little hurting my hands, right elbow, left knee and MY NEW BOOK!!! I just bought it days ago and now the cover is ruined!

That wasn't humiliating but more to the pain in the neck!!!

When everything was under control (I wasn't sure of these people who came down late after that), I told Chin Chin and she brought me to clean my wounds. Seriously, I was in state of shock - I had the symptoms already. Cold hands, big sweat drops and confusion.

Confusion - I was totally in confused state while I was talking to Shakilan and Chin Chin about this thing. I didn't know what in the name of luxurious hill I told them. It just came out of my mouth without me realizing it. I was seriously CONFUSED! (I hope none of you get confused when reading this post...)

From left: my injured left wrist, my right palm and my elbow. The plasma was flowing out to prevent any bacteria and germs.

PS: Sorry for talking about Biology and Physics. I had no other terms I could use to relate this with!

Darn Stupid Day!

I woke up at 9.15am so that I could catch up on my Spongebob cartoon (happy birthday, Spongebob!) at 9.30am. After that, I changed and went to town with Granny. She wanted to perm her hair. It's her monthly routine anyway...

Then the (effing) havoc started.

1.50pm

We went to Borneo Station to have our brunch and we ordered the same thing - Penang fried kuey teow and some drinks to quench our thirsts.

2.15pm

It rained terribly heavy and we had to walk faster to reach our destination: Terminal 1 to buy my CL831 ink refill. And so I did... After that, we did some shopping somewhere and I bought my TO KILL A MOCKING BIRD (as I'd lost my THE ROSE LABYRINTH last Monday in school - careless!)

4.05pm

We finally reached home with our half-soaked-half-dry bodies. We changed and watched telly before I caused another havoc up here in my room.

5.15pm

I took out the ink cartridge from the printer and did some drilling on the holes as instructed (mind you, I bought the injection refill just to save my money) and I pumped a few drops of each colour in.

Then...

The colours sprayed out as soon as I took out the refill needles from their respective holes. That caused a big mess and now I have colourful fingers! Just then after I did my nozzle check I noticed another shitty crap.

I injected YELLOW on MAGENTA's hole and MAGENTA on YELLOW's hole!

FUCK!!!!!

That's it! And now... Instead of saving money - I have to spend more to buy new cartridge (man, thank God that this ink level is almost-finished!)

So that's about it. A darn stupid day!!!

My mutated table with specs of blue and magenta...

Right hand and left hand. On my left hand, see my middle finger? It's a little bent but thank God that it wasn't Mallet's! PHEW!

The discoloured result of injecting to the wrong hole (damn it!)

The nozzle test result. See the BK, B, M and Y column? The M and Y are switched. SHIT!!!

LESSON:

The more you wanna save, the more you will spend instead!

Mallet finger

SHIT! Now I know why my left hand's middle finger (yes, the finger that you always use to mean FUCK YOU to people. That rude finger!) felt odd these few days. I've done a check on the Net and I found out that this is weird finger's called the Mallet finger.

My finger's tendons are ruptured (thank goodness NOT my phalanx!!!) Now I really regret for doing all those 'cracky cricky' sounds that resembled broken bones. I seriously need to stop that habit or else I will have all other fingers (and thumbs) deformed into Mallet fingers.

Today I was shocked that I am the committee member of Volleyball Club (and I weren't there for the AGM. I was busy with my Anti-Drug Scheme meeting) as I barely do anything there. I'm an auditor - Accounts much, eh? *winks*

Next year, I am so gonna die of these stay-behind issues!!!

-k-

PS: Tomorrow's Report Card's day! Whee!!!

Sorry again...

Sorry people... Nowadays school life is really driving me MAAAAAAAAD! Too many homework to be done up-to-date. WTH?! This gotta be kidding me. Oh, though I am sure you whole lot of the Prefect Board's committee members will not read this as you all never knew that this even exists;

Um... whatever. Just...

GOOD LUCK. Have confidence!

It's a blessing in disguise that I didn't get the promotion actually... I'm quite pleased that I wasn't chosen because I am sure next year will be a VERY busy year that I might just die of cardiac arrest just like how MJ died. So, people; pray for me if I die. (Just joking. I won't die. I love my life!! Though I said that I wanna die a lot of times before this. Gahh... Never mind me. I am just talking crap. My main intention for this post is to wish these 8 people a very good luck. Distribute my luck equally alright!

Committee members of Prefect Board's 2009/2010

Zura Iqbal

Yuvaneshwary

Jason Lim

Gopinath Nambiar

Kamaleswaran

Ng Yu-Xuan

Allan Chan

Lee Zhe Ying

G-O-O-D L-U-C-K-!

8 colours for 8 people. Once again: Good Luck!

Feet + Ball

I don't know why people call this game as FOOTball while they play with feet not a foot. Anyway... I'm glad that my team (Benjamin, Melvin, Jason, Hei Kiet, Mugi and I) won over Kamales' team that were comprised of 4 Malay kids that I dunno they even exist. So, basically that's that.

Before Mugi came in when our score was 1-7 (game was 8) I lost fate and faith; blaming the crap on me as I am a really terrible defender-cum-keeper. I wanted to draw out but Ben asked me to continue, and so I did.

Then, there came the saviour - Mugi just came out of his house and started playing on our side. Blow after blow we scored. 2-7, 3-7, 4-7, 5-7, 6-7, 7-7.

Game points - Tiebreaker.

This was the climax: These uber cool Malay kids came rushing through my defense and going straight to the D-area and I did something REALLY FORKING STUPID:

I used my HANDS to stop the ball from rolling.

That ain't free kick - that was a goddamn PENALTY!!! So, Jason was our keeper and everyone was eying on the ball.

Un, deux, trois...

PLOOMPT...

PHEW! NO GOAL!!!! And so our 2nd saviour kicked the ball to Hei Kiet (I think. It happened too fast) and we continued playing until...

8-7

Victory! I just realized that football isn't just a game. It requires trust, forgiveness, courage and support. Not to forget: CHEERS.

I just knew of one tactic for defense - I think myself of a military tank. If I can't get the ball, I will ram the opposing player to grab the ball. It's legal, right?

-k-

PS: Mugi was shocked to see me playing football.

I think I am dead

This is Crap #1

I was resurrected after Madam Poga walked pass me.

(Flashback with smoke effect)

During our Add Maths period, we were required to float to 4 Cempaka and we, smarties used the office alley route. Shortcut for lazy people...

4 Ixorians met 4 Tanjungs on the way to our destinations and I asked Kalaiyarasi about;

"Hey, Kalai. Poga absent today?" Aware that the rumours spreaded like H1N1 saying that our teacher is not entering our class today.

"Don't know. I'm not sure too."

As the crowd went off, (Beethoven's opus effect)

!!!!!!!!!

She was behind them! She heard what I said and I said POGA instead of MADAM POGA!!! Then I greeted her as usual and she was no longer with her happy face. I am so dead, seriously! Gosh, I shouldn't have asked anyone about it!

Crap #2

Something made me unhappy for a moment today. It's about this prefect business where the 4th formers are sort of in charge for everything: report card's day, farewell and all these brouhaha (I don't know what are their intentions).

I was unsatisfied when Gopinath said only three of them (Jason, Kamales and him) are allowed to meet our discipline teacher Madam Meena to discuss about the things mentioned above.

Well, I don't blame Jason and Gopi for they are abiding rules and not being bias. Kamales on the other hand... I don't know - he was able to take Tan in for this fucking shit business and Ramanan and I are not allowed. What the fuck?!

Seriously, I get pissed when I mention the T name. Maybe he hates me along with Kamal, anyhow...

To every action there is an equal but opposite reaction.

Remember that! I can hate them both as much they hate me but I find it useless to hate them because it's CHILDISH! I just don't talk to them - as simple as that.

The more I talk, the more I get fired up and the more I 'get'. Simple hypothesis.

Conclusion: Do not hate people who hate you for it is useless and non-beneficial. Just don't talk to them would do better!

Crap #3

Gopinath and Ahmad broke the egg my team (Hamsa, Keerthana and I) had prepared for inertia's experiment. These idiots are seriously DUMB!!!!! It's not their fucking experiments, so don't mess around with OUR experiments. When it was broken, not them that got to clean up the mess - I AM! SERIOUSLY FUCK THEM!!!!! All these people in my class are at times trying to outsmart each other and in the end failed miserably.

Yes, I know - including me.

I seriously think my life will be short as I have more and more crappy days ahead!