Today

Madam Poga asked us all to prepare a journal which is to be sent on weekly basis. The best part is that we can write about anything at all! ANYTHING! I feel so free to write now.

PS: During her class, I have never seen her so light with us before. She's laughing along with us and joke with us which indeed is a very good sign!

Bad PSS: One student in my school is suspected of having the H1N1 virus. Good thing that he quarantined himself.

Louisa is getting sick too! Dear Lord, please heal her!!!

Havoc

Devastation, destruction; (now freq.) confusion, disorder


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Excerpted from Oxford Talking Dictionary
Copyright © 1998 The Learning Company, Inc. All Rights Reserved.


I woke up in the morning as my normal school days though I felt like not waking up and go to school especially on Saturdays (replacement for Hari Raya). The first stupid thing that tore my smile was...
My stupid fuckin' bus didn't pick me up again! Damn these drivers!!! Thank God while I was walking a few metres, a taxi just pop out of no where and I hopped in and wasted RM2.


I reached school pretty early. You should see how barren it is! Super duper empty, I'm telling you this. Actually the main reason I went there was to finish up my team notice board decoration but only Aruna and Francine came. Adeline is sick - sadly. Zura and Ramanan were absent. So the three of us were cutting papers and pasting them on coloured ones and cutting them out again... It really was a tiring process. Around 9am or so Puan Shahrul approached us and said:
"Um... I confirmed the dateline with the judges already and they said it is on this coming Friday."
"What?!" The three of us spoke in almost unison.
"We'd prepared so many things and now it's postponed?" I asked the teacher.
"It's OK. You actually have more time to do this, right? You need not to rush like how others will do. Alright, and um... please tell the other three groups too. Bye."


(That was the 2nd turmoil happened today)


Anyhow, we all continued doing it until 12.10pm. We packed our things and went home. Amir sent me home - so kind of him (and his mum of course).


After I changed and ate my homemade asam laksa (yummy!) I felt drowsy and slept in my room; air conditioned. It was so nice with my favourite songs playing in the background until...
I was disturbed repeatedly with people opening and closing my door. God, it's so IRRITATING!!!!!!! At first, Granny opened the door real loud and asked me, "Huat, for the dental appointment do you want the Indian dentist or the Chinese one?" I replied weakly - the Chinese one. Then another loud bang is heard. I continued sleeping and again being disturbed with her switching off my air conditioner. So, I finally decided not to sleep anymore and blog about today's crap. See how terrible this Saturday is?

Miss Fazlina...

Today's the day and... tomorrow she's gone. We'll never see her anymore in school... Even though the party was a little 'defected' as in um... abrupt- it had turned out GREAT! Gopi and Yu-Xuan: they both are really damn good actors - SALUTATIONS!!!!

The class members were an easy task - we all cooperated very well. When she entered everyone stood up (as planned). Then, she complained,

"Seorang pun tak tolong dia." (Silence)

"Apa pasal nih?" (Also another silence but we were all trying hard NOT to giggle)

My hand flung out: 1... 2... 3...

POP! POP! POP! POP! (18 times) then she started crying... (also as planned)

Aruna and Adeline was bring the cake out after I popped the last confetti.

She said that this was her best day in this school and the send-off was really unexpected. Cheers to us, fellow Ixorians!

PS: I will try to upload the pictures as soon as I could.

SURPRISE, MISS FAZLINA (behind the scene)

No pictures provided, sorry as this is the 'BTS' thingy. I am so dead nervous that someone might really faint tomorrow or anything bad that we can't celebrate her 'Bon Voyage'. Oh, OK.

Miss Fazlina is a trainee - Major is Maths and Minor is Chemistry. She's my Chemistry teacher. Though she isn't really good, we all really liked her: A LOT! She's a very sweet lady!!! Don't worry, tomorrow I will provide some pictures. Just wait and see.

Weather Forecast: I think that Miss Fazlina is definitely gonna cry tomorrow when we shocked her out with our touching party... Awww and THAT leaves me crying too (I am sure of this one!)

So, this is our plot...

During Chemistry, everyone goes to lab as normal. Yu-Xuan will report to her regarding Gopinath's (faux) muscle cramp and he has to go to class. This will indeed panic her out because it is HER duty to make sure everyone in her class is safe and sound.

While she's away, Adeline and Aruna will light up a candle on a cake (oops, I hope she bought it already) and I will arrange the Ixorians to sit very packed up (like solid particles). When she enters, everyone just stands up and look at her one kind, whatever questions she asks, we shut up!

Then she gets panic for the 2nd time and I will emerge from behind the teacher's table and signal my fellow confetti members and the whole class to cheer.

1... 2... 3...

Confettis are popped out, we all will cheer: SURPRISE teacher!!!!! Happy farewell!!!!!!!!!

(She cries) and a cake pops out from these 'particles' and we all will ask her to make a wish. Then that concludes the surprise party!

PS: Everything's gonna be fine!

Thanks to Kamales for introducing this eye-gazing therapy to our whole class and Ramanan planning the exactly same prank on Mr Wong if he enters our class (he was just joking but... still without him - I wouldn't come out with this cool idea!)

PSS: Everything's gonna be fine!

Donate an organ, save life

Well this is another essay (forced by my teacher) about the theme mentioned above and the title for my essay is 'Dear Mrs. Pattison'. I hope you enjoy this as how some of you did on the Opal story.

-k-

Dear Mrs. Pattison

120 Caistor Park Rd.

Stratford,

E15 3PR,

London.

25^th December 2009.

Dear Mrs. Pattison,

You might be surprised that someone you barely know by the name of Vincent Foong had sent you flavoured eggs during the recent Easter. I did that all by myself just for you and your family. Well, the delivery man who sent you the food wasn’t me – I felt guilty to receive your son’s cornea.

I owe your son my sight, Mrs. Pattison. I am sorry for his departure last February. However, without him I am nothing. It was because of him – I gained my sight back; for real! This is my story…

Five years ago, I was an exchange student from Malaysia and stayed in my host parent’s house for a year. On 17^th February 2004 while I was celebrating my first birthday away from home, my life was stirred up.

I was walking down Warwick Avenue back home that cold but pleasant night and then I noticed a big truck coming closer and closer towards a kitten. I tried to save it but before I could even budge, it rammed onto me. I was like a baseball being hit with full force – I knew it because I was flying for a moment before I hit the hard ground again.

I was alone after that with my body wet with sticky liquid. The damn truck left after it banged me. It felt like my bones had crushed into pieces. That was all I remembered. I was a nervous wreck when I found that I couldn’t see anymore, until finally I had to accept the fact that I was blind…

I checked every single thing in the Net after I had gained my sight and I discovered that I am able to see because of your son! Since then, I have been sending you gifts for celebrations with notes of THANK YOU’s and MAY GOD BLESS YOU’s. I know that donors are anonymous but I really hope that we could maintain a bond with each other because I feel that you are part of me as well.

I promise you, Mrs. Pattison. I will take care of my eyes as well as I could ever do. Because I want him to see the enormous change he had done to me. Once again, thank you so very much for everything. Before I forget, have a blessed Christmas.

With warmest love,

Vincent

PS: If you don’t mind I would like to drop by to your place sometime to express my gratitude personally.

[424 words used

-the end-

Thanks for everything, all of you. Teacher, Francine, Aruna, Adeline, Mum, Uncle - everyone!

Daily Juice

Alright... today's kickstart was rather boo-boo for me, Thamarai and Ying Li because we're all in 'Unit Kelewatan'. So, the (damn) thing happened was that Mr. Siva and Ms. Koh were lecturing the frequent latecomers and at the same time, WE get tortured. Thank goodness Ms. Koh was there. She asked us to go back to our classes 8.30am and the 2nd period ends at 8.45am. Thamarai was cursing all the way to Biology Lab. When we entered the class... (haunted effect)

"OK. Now, you have learnt everything. This is cloning of sheep where the male gamete nucleus is extracted by using a microneedle and is fused with foster mother sheep gamete with it's own nucleus extracted..." Ms. Nordiyana was explaining.

We both were like... "Ok... Now where ARE we?" Then our teacher said, "mito, mito."

During quiz time - it was even worse! (She prepared a slide about this) There were so many alien names that I barely know of. I was just staring at the screen blankly with all these words flying in my mind.

Homologous chromosomes, synapse, karyotypes, G1 phase, G2 phase, preparing for DNA division, DNA replication

WHAT THE HECK?!

When the slide was something about homologous chromosomes, Kamales asked, "Teacher, what is that?"

"This one, you will learn in meiosis later. HC is the arrangement of chromosomes according to pairs. One pair of HC is called as tetrad. This HC, a part of it's pair is called one sister chromatide..."

Francine then cracked a joke after that.

"Bio is ALL about female parts! Cleavage furrow, sister chromatide, daughter cells. Don't they have like brother chromatide and son cells?"

And I continued, "for cleavage furrow in the male version - it would sound weird with CROTCH furrow!"

-k-

PS: My Bio paper's mark is 81% and my History... sadly 70% only! =(

I promised

Yes I did for my English paper one exam. Remember - the one that I said I will post the corrected version of my 'Opal' story? Here it is. Enjoy.

-k-

The first time I saw her, I thought she was someone really special; from the way she dressed, right to the way she spoke. She was someone better than Taylor Swift, Michael Jackson or even Paula Abdul!

Her white hair tied back into a bun, and her saggy eye bags that impressed no one; I on the other hand saw sparkles. She was my beloved grandmother, Opal.

It all started when my parents had to go to Hong Kong for a month because of "some minor problems in their branch there". Then, from the place I lived: Kuala Lumpur, the city of life and entertainment I was thrown to a place that I barely knew of with so many other aliens and anomalies; Rasah Jaya. I was brought to an old lady who had a family bond with me.

I disagreed at first but Dad said,"only Opal could take care of you son! You are ten years old - not twenty!"

She was naive and a very homely lady. Wouldn't it be weird if you see an old lady as naive as a five year old kid? However, she did her best as my baby sitter.

She took care of me as if I was her own baby boy. Even Mum and Dad or even Yanti (my maid) never took care of me like that.

I cannot really blame them, you see. They were busy working twenty-four-seven: that is twenty-four hours a day and seven days a week.

Day by day, I started to fall deeper and deeper in love with her. I would go wherever she went. I loved to see her cracked lips curved up just to reveal her yellowish teeth. I hug her before I go to bed, sleep on her tights like a small baby and play with her hair sometimes. That was happiness I could tell! Pure ecstasy!

After I returned from my cocoon of tranquility and happiness, I called her almost every day just to make sure I hear her laughter through the phone.

One day, someone called me. A girl. Her name was Shirley.

"Hello, Opal! How are you? Getting any better?" and there was silence.

"Opal?"

Hello, are you Alex?" a girl asked. Mid-twenties I think.

"Yeah. Who are you? Where is Opal?"

"I am Shirley, her grand daughter from UK."

"Oh, yes! I remembered that she used to take care of you - until the day you left her..."

"I'm sorry, Alex." She started crying. Oh, no. This is not a good news, I told myself.

"Sorry? For what? WHERE IS OPAL? LET ME TALK TO HER! WHERE IS -"

"She died, Alex. She died," and she couldn't stop herself from weeping anymore.

I was devastated. Alone. Lonely. I felt that everything and everyone had turned their backs on me. I had to accept the fact.

"OK," and I hung up. I started sobbing uncontrollably.

I knew that she wasn't lying because of two reasons.

1. It was not April Fool's day.

2. She was crying. She meant it. Opal WAS dead.

A few blue months after her departure, I went to that house again with Dad and Mum just to 'smell' the memories - nostalgia. Then I came to a small piece of envelope addressed to me.

"To Alex. My Grandchild."

I tore open the envelope and scrutinised every word she had written.

Alex, my beloved grandchild,

I am sure when you receive this letter, I might be dead and forgotten by many. I kept my health status as a secret from you so that you will not worry. I am actually suffering from brain cancer. Doctors said that I only had a week or two left but everything in my life changed when I first saw you. Though you were very mischievous then, I saw sparkles in you. You changed my life, Alex. And that was why I could live for another year! Thank you so much. Now, what I want you to do is stop mourning for Opal - because I know you will, and continue to live happily. I don't want to see my Alex crying all the times, OK. Promise me!

With love,

Opal =)

-the end-

PS: I managed to get 33/50 this time which is indeed a very good thing for me. I used to get below 30 all the time... So, this paper (paper one) alone I gained 66/85. What I can do now is to pray so that I can get an A1.

Thank you, Lord for being there with me...

Am I too dumb for my kind?

I can't even solve a Rubik's cube or today's STAR sudoku puzzle!

[Yea, by the way... I got 92% for my Accounts exam. Finally, all the hard work really paid off! Thanks for supporting, mum, dad and most importantly - Miss Zalilah]

Sigh... School reopens - the day after tomorrow. My results - surely down the drain this time. I shouldn't be too committed with stuffs! NOW I regret...

Disclaimer:

When I said 'my kind' I wasn't trying to sound like a racist. No offense.

-k-

14/6/2009

I finally solved my Rubik's cube and I am so happy because I never solved one before. Maybe I wasn't that dumb after all. Thanks to Cubelogger and Rob in www.youtube.com. Chiaow.

Ely

Oh... She is a very beautiful girl that was kidnapped by some mysterious guy. Mark then decided to free her in the house that she was suspected to be kept in. Anyhow... after he'd unlocked the cellar - Mark found Ely curled up - naked, bloody and dead.

It's a very nice game! You should try it out someday!

http://armorgames.com/play/2590/ely

PS: This is NOT a porn game. Repeat; this is NOT a porn game!

Gotcha!

'Just when things went right,

It doesn't mean they're always wrong'

- Home Sweet Home; Carrie Underwood

Yea, right! In this case - it does go wrong! When one new happy year you see this girl in my class, many would say - 'OH, SHE CHANGED A LOT'. But in our deep heart's core, we still hate her! She is a terrible backstabber! One moment she'll be really nice with you, and the other - she will start bitching about you with her friends.

I was wrong too. I thought she changed - really changed for good. But what the fuck could I even care - she's just a dumb Ixorian bimbo. Oops, she ain't even a beautiful-but-stupid girl to be called one. Hmm... She's a Trambo - take that! (A tranny which is dumb.)

Many people think that her hairstyle is worse than a gay's! She looks like 'a guy trapped in girl's body' (she used to say this line to other people like Charumathy; another cool friend of mine)! So, people. You have to get your facts right.

[Once a bitch, forever a bitch!]

PS: For her bloody info, everyone HATES her to the max!

PSS: I think most of the 4 Ixorians will know WHAT I am referring to. Yes; the girl that sits in the 3rd row.

Disclaimer:

My anti-[name censored] mode now is on. I will never ever talk to this trambo anymore!

-k-

7 Things

I present...

The 7 things I hate about me.

The 7 things I hate about me.

Oh me...

I'm bored, I'm bored and I'm bored

I'm super duper bored,

No friends to talk to, it's just so lame!

I seriously feel like dying...

And the 7th thing I hate about me is...

You made me miss my friends.

Disclaimer:

I am NOT trying to plagiarise Miley's song. I am just staying that I have a stupid, fickedy-forkey lame, boring, moronic, dumb and dead holiday-out! I am bored - like hell!!!

I guess I'm gonna hit the sack now. Good night, Alex. Good night, Gloria.

- Marty, Madagascar

Work out or laze out?

Today I was uber bored of the Internet games, chatting, watching telly and all other Sunday-out activities. I finally decided to cycle around my area after watching Agent Cody Banks 2: Destination London (approximately... 10 to 15km? Not sure about it) and before I could do another round - walking; just to chill down... It sadly rained.

The main reason of me posting this blog is plainly out of boredom. Yea, nothing much more interesting...

GAHH!!! I AM BORED!!!!! I MISS MY SCHOOL FRIENDS LIKE HELL!!!!!!!!

PS: My abs are getting more visible after the runs and jogs and eating like pig. Tee Hee.

Stress relievers?

A website once posted and I quote, "...stress relievers can help you feel less affected by stress in your life," unquote.

-I picked the top 5.

1. Guided imaginary

Wasting time. Tried before. It became harder every time I wanted to focus...

2. Self hypnosis

Is it similar to 'Alex, you're gonna be just fine' kind of way? Ha ha, it sucked too.

3. Autogenic

autogenic training is a method of learning to hypnotize oneself and then induce physiological changes in the body.

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Excerpted from Oxford Talking Dictionary

Copyright © 1998 The Learning Company, Inc. All Rights Reserved.

What's the damn difference with Self hypnosis?!

4. Journaling

Journalling - blogging; same? If so, it does help a little...

5. Meditation

Eventually grew tired of Shukashana position!

Reason why I posted this:

I am growing tired of myself - a lot! I am taking too much pressure! I hate Pascal! I am about to burst out any minute soon. I need to keep myself sane by this crap. Anybody, please; motivation!!!

-k-

PS: I changed my layout for the mini celebration of my 50th post of the year.

For Stephanie and Andrew...

1) Yes. I NEED jacket! I was as cold as an ice cube there!

2) Another yes - the movie WAS indeed very funny.

-k-

Battle of the Smithsonian Army

Yeah, today my friends and I were watching this movie in the theatre (we booked the early bird show, so the ticket was RM6.00 each), well... I could say that this movie was a little better than the first one; where I watched it in telly - alone.

This movie had a TURNING POINT at the beginning of the play itself where almost all the exhibits were sent to the Federal Archive below the Smithsonian Museums and saying that an exhibit named Khamunrah (Egypt's 5th pharaoh) was on the run to RULE THE WHOLE WORLD.

By now, I think I should shut it because I am sure that you readers are gonna have fun watching the show (with friends OR family)! Just one friendly reminder:

DO NOT EVER FORGET TO BRING YOUR JACKETS!

THE FOUR OF US WERE FREEZING IN THE THEATRE!!!

C'est tout. Salut.

PS: I was too bored after the show and I was non-stop talking about Physics (even in the arcade playing table hockey).

"Remember, the formula for impulsive force is Ft = ma! Man, Mr. Faizal is gonna be proud of us being duper good in the game that involved Momentum."