Bad Boys VS Geeks

Biring….

I’m sooooo gonna miss you larh. I already am, actually.

Sick, sick gal. Don’t think I don’t know who thought of the ‘chicken ass chop’.

I’ve known you since Std One. Same class. 1 Hijau. Like larh you won’t remember.. you’re an elephant, after all.

Haha.. you actually remembered my green school bag with the strawberry keychain.. but you keep saying the keychain was cherries or chillies.

You introduced me to the joy of saying ‘mangkuk’ and ‘doop BOOP’.

Irin.. I can’t even remember ever calling you Irin Piring or whatever.

Damn, I’m gonna miss talking to you. However.. since you’re forcing me to buy a mike for skype.. I can talk to you online!

Haha… Dani’s so funny with that tabung we set up in Form 4. You and I were talking so much that’s why she ended up getting the money. We had to pay soooooo much.

Those historical history study groups at Coffee Bean/Starbucks/KFC/PSC were so much fun. And we actually benefited from them. Who woulda thunk it?

We had lotsa fun ‘together-gether’ over the years, right?

Like tae kwon do class with Naffy Duck and being tortured by sir. And I still love your blue belt. You got the ’special’ batch.

Biring.. sometimes your blurness amazes me, but I know it’s just a cover-up for that genius, rocket-scientist-like brain of yours to analyse stuff.

You introduced me to Sarah Ash and Eragon.. for which i thank you deeply since I am now addicted to both.

You also made me watch LOST and got me hooked on Sawyer. (You know that CelebrityMatch thingie? I got 99% overall with Sawyer!! HAHA) But you still won’t let up on the Kate issue. You know what I mean. Sawyer rules.. Boone’s hot too. But Dani, Jack sucks!

You and your strange cat obsession.. don’t think I’ll everforget that Geisha day when you wanted to kidnap the ‘wild’ cat in Gurney.

The phrase I now associate with you - how now brown cow?

Oiiiiiiii…. Don’t forget your squash skills.. remember that time with Simran? In the BJ country club?

Oklarh… i’m about done.

But, but, but…. YOU fly up to Brisbane larh. You have June with you, wat. Haha..

Or we’ll meet in the middle and go do some truly ‘Australian’ stuff like.. surfing? Barbie-ing? Rounding up sheep? Eating ostrich and kangaroo meat? Haha.. whatever we do.. it’ll be fun.

So Butuna.. (don’t forget your chemistry), be good. And we’ll meet again this year. That’s a fact.

Ass

IRIN

if there is one word to describe her, i haven’t yet had the chance to find it. I used to think you were pretty snobbish.. did u know that? You never really spoke to me in primary though we only lived a couple of houses apart. n on a different road.. but it was really really near.

i am so gonna miss you. should i write a recap of our years of friendship or should i just write anything that comes to mind when i think of you? please do realise that if i opt to do the latter, it would be a load of rubbish, cuz my thoughts are a little jumbled up..

anyways, we’ve had 2 years of each other.. of course it’s been a much longer time, but i really really got to know you only in form 4. when i had the fortune to sit next to you. i was supposed to sit with anisah if i’m not mistaken, but ended up with you instead. i really miss sitting next to you. remember when you used to hit my butt everyday? like 3 to 4 times a day on average. and then somehow we came up with teacup n teapot. remember that? not too sure how that one came about… and then i stole a sip of your vanilla coke when u were not in class.. heheh.. n u made me pay for it by announcing my so called affair with mr. tan… n then we came up with the tabung thing cuz we felt we talked too much in class.. haha..! i remember that one cuz i have all the money! and the one on our subject marks… remember?? i got 5 bux from that.. n if i remember correctly.. u owe me MORE. hrmh! i’m sleepy *yawns for a minute*. ok.

teacup, remember last year? you were totally obsessed with buktikan questions for trig. god.. u did them everyday..! i suffered. had to help u with the ones u got stuck with.. and we’d totally ignore mr tan in front when he was trying to explain stuffs… i miss mr tan. haih. and then i remember u get totally freaked when i start singing or humming… and then there was a point when i was close to obsessed with ur oh-so-smooth hands.. heheh.. soo soft laaaaaaaa… *daydreams a bit* i miss talking to you. i miss ur torturing sessions… when u used to tease me all the time! and the time u sent faizal the sms that said hi hubby.. arghhhh… i could’ve kicked u then u knowww… u used to annoy me so terribly.. now i miss u soo sooo muchhhh… i dunt wanna say goodbye. tis a sad and difficult word to utter…

i can’t believe i won’t be able to hear u talk for another 10 months.. do call me when u have money to spare… remember the time when i called n ur bro guessed it was me even though i barely call u?? freakyyyy… i miss u insulting my fave singers and the type of songs i listen to.. i miss ur expressions when i start to sing let’s say.. a westlife song…

bottom line is no matter how much i chose to write.. is that.. i MISS YOU SO BLOODY MUCH.

i love you irin… you really are one in a million..

unique and special in every single way…

the seas and continents may separate us.. but i’d always be rite next to u if you ever need me and even when u dunt need me.

dani

the title is a quote by Ben Jonson

Beautiful,beautiful slices of cake from Secret Recipe at E-Gate, which was where I, GG and Biring went today.

So fun! We all sat.. ate cake and talked bout photos with a face and no hair.

Irin had the cake with the whipped cream - you can see how white it is. I had the chocolate indulgence and GG had the raspberry cheesecake.

For a full report, just go to GG’s blog

So anyway.. halfway through the cake looked like this

Of course Guy3 finished hers.. being the cake lover she is. And then we talked summore and took some really weird pictures.. with Irin going slightly insane by that time.

So we had fun, fun, fun today, it being Irin’s last outing with us and all. We dicussed the whole chinese-sounding-voices thingie.

And then I had to finish my cake, but I was so sick of the mousse and the cheese that i ate the cakey part and left it looking like this ( all melty… like raw cake mix)

Here’s a better view… closer, closer.

See? Paradoxes. Like the cake being all yummy in the beginning and then turning yucky in the end.

Irina’s outing being fun throughout.. and thensad at the same time.

Life’s full of paradoxes. You just GOTTA love them.

I, for one love my cake paradox best. It’s so ickyly cool.

I know… I’m sick.

Ass

I’ve got a new mission in life, or rather a mission for this period of free time I have which I seem to fritter away.

And I digress, yet again. Okay, focus.

I have decided to do the “word of the day” thingie. Y’know where each day, you get a new word and you have to use it in a sentence? Well I shall use it in my post. Yup. And a wholy worthwhile goal it is too. Because I shall have fun creating worthless sentences.

Today’s word is grandee.

When I first saw the word.. a strange image registered in my mind. The image of

Why? Well I saw ‘grande’ meaning those ice blended coffee cup sizes you can only find in Starbucks. And Coffee Bean serves large, medium and small. So in reality I should be putting a pic of a Starbucks ice blended coffee up.. but I love Coffee Bean more. (After all, it’s cheaper).

And then I read the meaning of grandee and my thoughts and musings about its meaning were sooooo far from the truth that I’m still in shock. (It didn’t have anything to do with coffee. How disappointing)

grandee \gran-DEE\, noun:
1. A man of elevated rank or station.
2. In Spain or Portugal, a nobleman of the first rank.

Here’s a sample sentence :

Like Bellow, he is at once a snob and a democrat, a voracious brain and a churning gut, a seminar-room grandee and a barroom brawler.
- A. O. Scott, “Trans-Atlantic Flights,” New York Times, January 31, 1999

And here is my sentence :

I would aspire to be a grandee, if it were not for the fact that I am a female. What would they call a noblewoman of high rank? What would the feminine equivalent of grandee be? Granny?

As usual.. the women are left out.
Fireman
Postman

Ass

The title was a quote by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Okay, wow. Reality is finally bashing me on the head and man, it hurts.

I was fine with the whole leaving-friends thingie.. cuz y’know I had lotsa time left right? Wrong! NOW it’s hitting me.. I shall not be seeing them for a whole year! I mean sure, we’ll communicate through email and junk but IT’S NOT THE SAME.

Email and the other various forms of communication available now, while amazingly sophisticated, can only go so far. It’s not the same as talking to someone face to face. Seeing their reactions as you tell a story, seeing their expressions as they tell you something.

I know, I know. The super-web-savvy people out there are probably saying.. “webcam, dude!” and “SKYPE”. Hah. Big freaking deal. But I’m telling ya, it’s not the same.

And so my friends are leaving. I shall be leaving. It works both ways, y’know. You leave people and they are left by you. Both sides feel the loss.

Whoa.. I’m surprisingly maudlin at this point. Anyways, it’s mainly because I have seen these people (my friends) more than 7 hours a day, five days a week, 10 months a year for the past five years. We also see each other during holidays, on weekends.. it’s freaky when you calculate all that time and put it into digits. It’s an incredibly huge amount of time.

And then suddenly it’s all ending. I see some of my friends once a week. And soon I shall not be seeing them at all. It’s drastic, doncha think? From 5 days a week and sometimes 6 to just once a week or non at all. Even nicotine addicts don’t get off the wagon that quickly. They’d go into withdrawal.

It’s a boring life though. at this moment. Everyday just blurs into the next. I get my dates mixed up, cuz I’m not in school anymore. (School means you have to write dates on every piece of work you do, therefore ensuring my exact knowledge of what day it is) I’m not studying. I’m online and in front of the TV.

I wanna start studying. And I can’t believe I’m saying this even as I read my words on this screen. Whoever knew I’d say that??

And so I am leaving because I am bored. But I shall also regret leaving many people here.

My family for one. Cuz while sometimes I just wanna kill the lot of them… they have their moments.. when we all get along.

I’m tired. I shall end this embarassingly mawkish tirade right here.

Just for the record.. this was written under the influence of too much chocolate (read: caffeine) and too little sleep.

I shall not be responsible for this entry when I have regained my senses.

Good night/morning.


Ass

The title was George Saunders' dying words.

Here’s a quiz for those who like quizzes.

Warning: It’s not as easy as it seems to be.

WORLD’S EASIEST QUIZ

1. How long did the Hundred Years War last?

2. Which country makes Panama hats?

3. From which animal do we get catgut?

4. In which month do Russians celebrate the October Revolution?

5. What was a camel’s hairbrush made of?

6. The Canary Islands in the Pacific are named after what animal?

7. What was King George VI’s first name? [clue: it’s not king]

8. What colour is a purple finch?

9. Where are Chinese gooseberries from?

10. What was the colout of the black box in a commercial airplane?

all done? i shall post the answers another day. Hope you enjoyed the quiz.

dani

the title is a quote by George Bernard Shaw

I had the perfect entry in my head earlier. But right now, I can’t even remember what i wanted to write about. Sad, huh? ergh. That’s what you get when you get bursts of inspiration in the middle of doing horrid physics homework [it was not all that horrid, but horrid enough as I couldn’t answer the last question]. Anyways, being away from home, actually I’m not that far, just about a 3 to 4 hour drive up, but still, but, the point is that, I should be feeling homesick. What with the not so comfy bed, and not so nice table, and no endless supply of books, I should be missing home like hell. Fact is: I’m not. Too caught up in school maybe, but I’m not in school the whole day, I still have a couple of hours everyday to ponder about everything and anything. I realised that there were a ton of things that I miss back home although I am not homesick.

Things I miss:

I miss calling my mum everyday and bugging her to get me some nasi kandar for dinner. I miss fighting with my brother for the television control. I miss watching my tv shows. I miss being able to pick up the phone to call mel, or even naj. Mei zhi doesn’t count as she calls me. heh. I know, I’m sorry mei zhi. But you never seem to mind calling me. I miss sitting next to irin everday, and have her profess her love for me, I miss her everyday teasing, even though it does get superly annoying at times. I miss bugging ass for her bad taste in men, ok, i admit, not all are bad, Jensen is ok. I miss discussing books and movies and shows and my cute guys with her too. I miss going to Gurney, which had become a routine during the 3 weeks of holiday i had. I miss my friends, you know who you are. I miss listening to Gayatri’s preaching about how women rule and guys.. are.. guys. I miss watching her squirm with embarrasment over stuffs i’ve written. I miss gossiping with aminah. I miss anisah. Never got to see her. I miss ms. Lee, well, actually, I’ve been missing ms lee for a very very long time already, but having a chem teacher who reminds me of her just got me thinking about her and how she use to call me “linnnngggg weeeeiiiii” everyday. I miss mr. Ooi and mr. Tan. I miss critiscizing the frog eyed lady, Asmimi. I miss going to class everyday and being greeted usually by Irin and Naj and sumtimes Mel. I superly miss Mel [Mel: If you’re reading this, CALL ME LA]. I think reading Irin’s entry on the things she’s going to miss when in Australia, has gotten me thinking about stuffs i’ve been missing. Ah, I forgot to mention, I especially miss my mum’s cooking. I miss critiscizing WWE just to get my brother all worked up. I miss watching football [whadda hell is wrong with man utd rite now]. There are loads more, but I don’t think I am going to mention everything. Everyone I’ve missed out, I’m sorry, but don’t worry, I miss you too.

dani
the title is a quote by niebuhr

Right now, the average conversation I have with the older generation, goes something like this :-
(For some obscure reason I’m just gonna call said person Mrs/Mr Nosey. Language of Nosey has been simplified in this version.)

Nosey : So… high school’s over, huh? You must be having a ton of fun.. on holiday for 3 months.
Me : Right.. actually I’ll be starting pre-U next month.
Nosey : Oh… that’ll be a breeze. Won’t be long before you finally set foot in the working world. We tend to call it the ‘real‘ world. Do you know why?
Me : (speechless at being spoken to like a 5 year old)
Nosey : It’s much, much harder than anything you’re going through now! So enjoy your schooling years while you still can!

Right. Thank you so much for your advice. There’s nothin I like better than hearing that all the torture I suffered during high school was nothing. Those assignments given weren’t exactly worth peanuts in the grading area, y’know?

And this year- my pre-U? Yeah.. I’m gonna have to study to get the grades to solidify my scholarship. And after that?? Why, what a surprise! There’s more studying! Yup, 4 years of slogging and lugging 2-ton textbooks around before I can finally graduate. But, wait.. there’s more! Behind Door #3 is : doing work without pay… before I can even apply for a job. It’s what they call interning. And you get paid in rice grains.

Yeah, lady or dude… thank you so much for telling me I have to enjoy all that. and the ‘real’ world’s waiting for me to be spit out so that it, in turn can devour me and start spewing out my guts. Way to encourage me, if that’s what you were trying to do.

Hell, I’ve changed my mind. I’ll drop out.. that way? My guts stay where they belong - in me.

Ass
(The title was a quote by Sir Arthur Eddington )

Aaahhh.. the wonders of modern television. Although I do have to say the glowing magnificence of the TV seems to have waned for me. Everything showing on TV now?? Well, a huge percentage of it sucks. Every great show has either ended its run on primetime TV or the television station has yet to air the new season of shows.

And so you have to ask yourself, well actually I’m asking myself, what the hell am I supposed to do now? I’ve completely exhausted my formerly unending supply of books to read. The Internet has now become such a bore to me.. after all what can I do but blog and read other peoples blogs.. which eventually get boring after a while. And well, there’s only so many times I can check my mail. Pathetic, I know.

My conclusion? I’ve gotta take advantage of Streamyx while I’ve still got access and I hafta use it wisely. How? By downloading episodes of my favourite TV shows!!! Yes!!! Score!!!

Yeah, that would be the main reason I’m online so much. So basically I’m watching TV.. on my laptop. Oh yeah! And that is why TV rocks for me now.. cuz it’s on my laptop and I can watch episodes super fast.. without having to wait a week (I do have to wait for HOURS, though.. but hey - it’s a huge improvement) TV on the TV still sucks! Till the new crop of shows for 2006 are finally aired.

Here’s to all those wonderful people out there.. uploading torrents for me to download. I love you guys!

Ass
(The title is a quote by Alan Corenk)

i’m stuck actually. trying to start an entry but then the minute i look at the title.. i can’t write anymore. all inspiration to blog has flown outta the window.

on the second day of our oh-so-interesting orientation, we had to take an english placement test. it’s a test to just test your english abilities. from this test, they break you up into 2 groups: GP and English (IELTS). those who aren’t so proficient in English will have to take English. And there were 2 teachers invigilating the test. One of them is Ms. Joy (who happens to be my GP teacher.. yes i didn’t get english) and another one is mr. leonard smth, chin i think. nothing much about ms joy.. normal teacher who loves talking a lot (she spent a whole our during GP telling us about her parents when they got married and when they got her.. basically her family history) and then there’s… leonard..

leonard is so interesting i have to just use a whole new paragraph for him. he reminds me of a pastor. y’know.. father to some. he wears dark coloured shirt all the time.. black or dark/navy blue.. and buttons it up til the button before the collar button.. and slacks.. and he wears specs and is kinda short. when we were having the test.. some people came in late.. unfortunately for them.. and he was like “c’mere my boy, sit in front” and “my boy, sit over there..” with a weird english accent. y’know the one english teachers always seem to have. natural accent for them mebbe. he really is like a bloody priest. can we use the words bloody and priest in one sentence?? is it like bad? anyways, i saw him the other day buying 1901 and he was like asking the poor girl over and over..”are you sure that is hers? isn’t it supposed to be mine?” haha..!

other teachers are ok la. not very normal. for example, my chemistry teacher is over 70 years old.. and is really weird and all. he always asks us “understand or not??” after he says something.. and he’ll keep repeating the question until the whole class answers. but, he’s ok i think. just a little ancient. and then my bio n math teachers are boring. n my phys teacher is a joker. too bad i didn’t get leonard. it would’ve been interesting. and oh yeah, my gp teacher thinks prince harry is a disgrace to the royal family. i’m sure she has her reasons but i simply think he’s just troubled.. any kid who went through wad he did and has all the money in the world to spend like he had would’ve most probably gone down the same path. no?

oh.. and my malaysian studies teacher. what a bloody joke. imagine someone worse than Mr.Tan. who speaks funny and makes this really weird noise. i know how she does it but i don’t know how to describe it to you. anyways, one of the first things she said was only the smart students take Malaysian Studies. the BAD ONES have to go for NS. What SHIT is that?? half of the time, i seriously doubt she knows what she is really talking about. seriously. i have to go for NS. HAVE TO. it’s not a choice. i had soo many posts in school and am most certainly not a BAD TEEN. sheesh. talk about discrimination. and she is teaching us stuffs to do with national intergration and assimilation and other associated crap like that. i really felt like snapping at her when she bloody said that. we DID NOT have choice. not like we volunteered. if it were only bad students who have to go to NS, why then are there some gangsters and all that roaming around shopping complexes now? why aren’t they in NS? idiot.

dani