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Lost

2008-06-26T20:04:00.006+08:00

I have been absent from blog more than i am from homework. So, here is two things i wanna say. Dunno why this few days i have been increasingly annoyed by the fact why do we believe in god? It is a very sensitive topic. If u hate it until where u have read, then STOP!

Ok, so i was asking everyone in school why they believe in god. Survey abit lar. Worst of all, i am not a free thinker. OR so i thought. I need someone to come give me an immaculate reason why they believe in god? Geez, one lost soul here.

Second, JAMIE LIM is cheering for assunta house along with some other people(dunno who). She quotes that everyone should go give her support. So, GO la Doink! Its at 12.45 pm and near the pavilion.

Ok, unless anyone can answer my dilemma thingy, or wants to ask about the cheer thing, dont say anything. Bye!

Warning!!!...

2008-06-21T08:19:00.004+08:00

Damn it! Damn it i tell you. School sucks lar. I really don't get what the hell is so wrong about not going to school ten days. That also its not continuous. Just because i didn't have freaking government letters and freaking clinic letters they don't give a damn about us students being sick. I mean like, don't tell me every time you're sick you have to go see a doctor. Sometimes, home remedy is ten times better. I really don't care that they don't care but what i am severely pissed of is that they had to give me a warning letter for that.

I didn't commit any crime and neither did i have disciplinary problems. My record - clean like fresh sheets. So, as i am absolutely NOT GUILTY, i got up my car and told my mum about the shitty system. Thankfully, she said, ' Don't care la! They're a bunch of fools. They have nothing else better to do.' Then, i told Lionel. All he did was laugh and say no big deal. Thanks for your support. Next, Canna jie jie, Hadrian then my dad. All of them have the same response. Don't give a damn. Its not that my family is trying to spoil me but implementing such a nonsensical rule is a waste of paper and only make students hate school more. Trying to scare them? Try better.

If you are so scared students will forge letters and play truant, for goodness sake, look at the parents of kids you're suspicious of. My dad would kill me before you letter can arrive lar morons. Then again, what do you people know? All you care is to give students more trouble.

Since i am too pissed and acting a little like HITLER now, i shall post up what Lionel bought home for me from US.

Finals...Chess

2008-06-18T19:42:00.005+08:00

Well, after lunch, i headed to 5 Science 1 with Darshina and Jaishree. The first great news that hit me when i reached was, I am playing against Huda. Everyone had to mention that Huda is a really amazing player which does nothing to calm me down. I have butterflies in my stomach for the whole time i was waiting for Huda to materialise. When Huda still have not appeared after ten minutes, the nervousness died down. Thinking that I might actually win by getting bye is the biggest mistake in my life. There she was walking towards the class. Darn!

The was half the game and i ate all of Huda's piece except her king. Yay me! Not to be perasan la. At first she was so geng okay. So i used my little trick again. I tried to make her think that i am always one step ahead of her. How? Its a secret. So at the end i won. To the shock of everyone. Then i had to play against Elizabeth who is rumored to be as good as Huda. What is my luck man? Jamie why did you lose to Eli la.

So, even if i am extremely reluctant, I had to play with Eli. Defense! Defense! Defense! That's all i can describe the pieces of Eli's. Every time i wanted to eat something of hers, i would get killed in return and decided against taking out her pieces rashly. Mind you, Eli is a hell of a player man. She gave me a skull splitting time. At the end, when she finally decides to make a mistake, there was when i march all the way. Again, she is left with one king. The end.

To me, wining chess is the resistance towards getting killed until your opponent makes a mistake then, you attack!

Rustling of Leaves....

2008-06-17T20:18:00.004+08:00

Since i have not discovered anything that might me of anyone's interest, I have decided to write a story.

Chapter 1

'Ashley! Hurry get up the bus before we get punished for going to school late!', Ariana rushed her sister. Ashley cursed under her breath. If it wasn't for her sister hogging the toilet she wouldn't even feel awkward with the slightest movements. Shades of crimsons spread across her face as the thought came into focus. All the other girls in school would surely laugh at her for being a dirty fellow.

Just as Ashley has expected from the Queen bees. Or so what they call themselves. Even more horrifying, her sister is the sidekick to one of the meanest. In her school, things are different. You not only get tortured by the rich and famous, not to mention crude, even the poor hate you if do anything to bring them lower towards the loser scale. As often as she tries to bring herself out, all she got in return was heart aching remarks.

Who is it to blame for all the humility that has never left her? Even her own sister teases her as though they have nothing to do with each other. From the way people treat her, you would never know that she carries a certain blue blood. Her maternal mother was the sister of a king. Not only born with features of a stunning maiden, she also has excellent intelligence. So why is she such an outcast? It all started when her mother lost her to a betrayer.

Mr. Machete said that he is a friend of her mother and was asked to bring Ashley to someone for safety. He told her that only the 'someone' could protect her from danger. As intelligent as a four year old can be, she asked if the person was related and if he or she has a royal crest. All Machete did was nodded and said ' Sure he does'.

To be continued....
Comment so that i know if i should continue if i run out of ideas again...

Father's Day...

2008-06-16T19:54:00.004+08:00

Well as we all know yesterday was the father's day. In my house, father's day means another headache. On going lists of places to go just to please my very demanding dad. Things can't be cheap, it cannot be not meaningful, it cannot taste any less than he expects(if food), it cannot be superficial like a tie(because we knows he doesn't uses a tie) and it certainly cannot be nothing.

As all the members in the house(with what little amount of them left in my house. They are either abroad studying or in NS.) agreed to bring my father to Duck King. Since we haven't been to Duck King. our hopes are high that my dad would just appreciate and not criticize the choice we have made based on the quality or the food because it has qualify all the other aspects.(yes we are very specific people)

So, with dad, mum, Hadrian, Stephen, and me left at home, we all drove of to JAYA 33 and headed to Duck King. We entered and asked for a table for five. We were lucky and got ourselves a place but it was not so strategic.( It was right next to the door)
Some really polite waitress came and took the order. In total we ordered about five to six dishes. It was all okay and the clams was exceptionally good. So go try it out. Even though i said the food was good the flow of the place sucks. Why? Because whenever i wanna have gestures to emphasis on my words, someone either block me or make me spill something. For instance, i was trying to point at the door which was annoying open again, the guy almost pour hot tea one me. That was fine. When i tried to use my other hand to claim my point, the was there by then and holding a huge dish threatening to spill on me. As if i am afraid. He dodges since i continued. (Mean and annoyed me)

After eating we got to the car and started to drive off. That was when my super sensitive to MSG dad says 'there is to much of MSG in the food. I will not come back again'. Triple sighs for me. When will he ever be satisfied?( Besides his own food though) Despite all those negative comments from everyone, we had a awesuper day.

To all father who didn't celebrate Father's Day, its okay, you have me to say 'Oi did you treat your family well???'

National Service

2008-06-14T09:47:00.002+08:00

It was minutes before the bus took off. Ken said goodbye to me first. I could see the strength he pulled so that tears would not stream down his face. I knew he was expecting us to give him a hug but i just couldn't. I was already at the verge of tears. So was my mum. Well, for my dad, I knew he was also sad but being him, no expression could be seen.
It was time to say goodbye and Ken walked towards the bus. My mum who could no longer withstand the urge of pouring out, turned her back against us and left after muttering a series of goodbyes. My dad said words like Bye and Take Care. It was understood that Ken nodded instead of answering because he feared he would spill. As for me, before he could say anything to me i left and all he could see was the back of me so that he would not know that i can no longer say i am not crying.
Why am i so sad that Ken left for NS? All my life all i hoped for was for him to stop disturbing me and stay as far as possible. Like all siblings we never knew the meaning of the word peace. There was never a day before NS that i would stop teasing him. Either laughing at the fool he would make of himself at the camp or i would make sure he felt scared enough about the time he would have to go by there. Even i couldn't answer that.
All i could say to Ken is good luck.

Hope this four leaf clover may bring
you all the luck you need.

Chess Competition

2008-06-13T21:08:00.002+08:00

Erm, yeah so today after kena forced by Miss Jamie Lim to the chess competition or house carnival thing i was there after stuffing all the food in my mouth. When i say stuffing it is really stuffing. You like in burger competitions? Yea like that. In this chess competition this time i got a few lessons.

Lesson 1.
DO not underestimate people with spiky hair. Why? Because today JAMIE LIM from form 5 andSHANNON from form 2 has shown me do not judge a book by its cover actually means it. Why i underestimate them? Both of them can pass off as a rock star lar but chess player? OMG! i would have never dreamt of that in a million years. So, sorry to all that i have underestimated during the competition. You don't mind do you?

Lesson 2.
Stop being so freaking harsh and scared people the moment the game starts. I played against this form 5 girl( dunno her name ) and i was so freaking mean that by the time i took out few of her pieces she started panicking. If someone would have video it right i would be nailed to the cross man.

This is me (During the com.)

This is what i wanted to tell her.

Random Moments in School

2008-06-12T18:09:00.000+08:00

Scenario 1
Nicole, Pohyee, Navina: You have a blog??? How come never tell me? (Pohyee)
Me: * makes gesture to answer and accidentally smacks Quinee's head * Aww, sorry.
* Both Quinee and me started laughing * Anyway, i didn't tell because you all didn't ask.

Scenario 2
QuiNee, Sheryl & Darshina stands up as teacher says something about 'masa tak isinkan.' Tiara and I stupidly stood up while others quickly tried to cover up by acting like their stretching or something. So they got to sit down like normal while Tiara and I look like morons? Gee, this is gonna happen again when hell freezes over.

So after all those blonde moments, I came home.
Canna & ME

Canna: Have you heard about the termites?
ME: Huh? What termites?
Canna: Our house is infested with termites lar.
ME: Lol, nehmind lar got medicine to kill them right?
Canna: Yeah all the rooms in the house has to be treated. Including yours.
ME: * Thinks...Shit! My room! Damn! My room a lot of wood lar. * So our ceiling got kena ar?
Canna: Thank god no. Other wise my room might collapse in some time. It would be
gruesome.
ME: Lol, Gruesome meh? I wan see.
Canna: * sweats *

That convo is nothing interesting but this is...

You think that wasn't interesting?
Lets met my disgustingness.

What is truth?

2008-06-11T21:09:00.000+08:00

Have you ever wondered what our life is all about? Well, I have. If you are reading now, you should be warned that what is coming up next might not be your favorite sentences of the day.

I have been pondering on the fact why we are what we are. For an instance, why do we call ourself people? Because it sounds right? Because the cavemen who created the word 'people' is named people? Or is it merely a hit of inspiration? We always say that if there is hope there is always light ahead of us. What does that mean? It is not scientifically proven and neither is it a religious believe. Why? Because none of us know of the existence of god or rather an upper power. Why do we have to believe when people said they have seen god? Are you really going to believe in something for life because someone said that they have seen something that is far from solid that has a big chance of being 99% an optical illusion.

If you are wondering why i had such a dark thought it is because my mom was giving me a piece of her mind while i was in the car with her. She said something about us not respecting her words and decisions. That immediately sent my brain racing up to the moon. Why is it that there is such thing called respect? Because the cavemen thought that they didn't like opinions? Because bossy parents think that all of their words are just commands? For goodness sake, we are not in military. Besides, even if we are, it is not necessary that they are the commanders. Yes, a very dark thought indeed. Can you blame the towering curiosity and the distrust in the so called ' way of living'. If you think i ought to be prosecuted for what i have spilled out, go ahead, you are a loser and no scientist material.

Another thing...
Qui Nee... if fucking wanna be an archaeologist go ahead and map out your own future. If your 'rents think that it is a bad choice, you have to work even harder to show them that your decisions matter and they are god-damned wise. If you think you might just give up on being an archaeologist in future, go to the toilet, look at the mirror and tell yourself that your 'rents might have given you your looks but they have no right to control what way other people might look at you in future. Whether archaeologist or not. I have your back. ( Say thanks to me for advertising you. Nuffnang pay me for advertising them. Sorry, for taking credit for everything i say. Xoxo )

2008-06-09T20:01:00.000+08:00

Was in the ferry.

I honestly do not know why i look so cranky.

Ouch! Sakit much??

Three musketeers in the sea.

You kidding me???!!!???

Days at Home

2008-06-09T17:19:00.000+08:00

Well, i am extremely lazy to update the Tioman Trip third day because it is all about checking out and coming back so yeah... and Hadrian's excruciating behaviour while we were at the Karak Highway. Go figure. By the way, yesterday was mom's birthday. We had a brief breakfast at Oriental. Which by the way, was NOT suppose to be 'brief'. But what the heck. At least my father spent 45 minuted there right... Anyway, dad got home with mom, Kenneth and grandma. Hadrian, Canna and me stayed at Jaya 33 at their grocer. Wanted to get some stuff. While I and Canna was waiting for Hadrian near the lift, we were greeted by a series of His! and Omgs! Turned out to be my mom's cousins and their kids with my mom's auntie. Sue me for my long and extending family. So we were talking and all. Then suddenly this cute kid held my 'Sam Ye's ' hands and i heard my Sam Ye telling her i am her cousin too. It taken me by surprise. I nearly forgot how adorable my little cousin was. Not so little now. Believe me if you see her you would think that she's the ideal daughter you would want one day. Well, what to say? Like mother like daughter lorrr....

Logging out now. Pictures below.

Continual of Tioman Trip

2008-06-03T22:53:00.000+08:00

Day 2( Part 1 )

Me: * yawns * Eh, QuiNee what time is it now?
QuiNee: * stirs * Err, 9.30 a.m. i think.
Me: You think??? Sweat, wheres the clock???
QuiNee: Next to me.
Me: * Drops dead *
QuiNee: Whatever lar, screw it man i am sleepy.
Me: Canna jie jie what we having for breakfast?
Canna: Erm, tuna sandwich lor.
Me: Oo, while were at that add some chips to it.
Canna: Anything.
QuiNee: Nice meh?
Me: * Rolls eyes *

So we were all seated in Canna jie jie and Hadrian's room for breakfast ( Sandwich & Dutch Lady Latte ). Canna jie jie was making my sandwich for me * smirks and says i know ur jealous * and i told her to add some chips for me. Then it was QuiNee's turn, that was when she says ' i also wanna try some '. I 'terus' drop dead. She was the one doubting my skills in creating recipes and here she goes saying she wants too. Apala woman ( Hadrian says it wasn't my recipe it was O'Brian's ). Sod it. After the breakfast we still tak takut mati, went back to the sea for a swim ( More like I tak takut mati lar ). Owh yea in case you weren't following up, it was tak takut sea urchins. We got there like noon and i went straight to the sea. QuiNee followed up then Hadrian soon catched up while Canna jie jie kindly go get us some towels near the pool. Hadrian being the hero, afraid that we might kena another urchin attack so went and navigate the safe way for us to see fishes. After awhile we saw tones of fishes but couldn't take the pictures because the water was not as clear as we thought and was saltier than salted fish. The whole time we were at the beach we were fooling around with the sand doing so called ' sand spa ' and throwing seaweed at QuiNee. Soon QuiNee overcame the fear for seaweed and started to look for it so we dropped the act. As for Hadrian, since he finds pleasure in annoying me, he started stuffing sand into my swimsuit to make me feel horribly disgusted. Cliff notes version, i was annoyed and got forced to the pool.

At the pool. In the jacuzzi.
Day 2( Part 2 )

Me: Eh still banyak sand lar.
Canna, Hadrian, QuiNee enjoying the jacuzzi. Cam-whoring too.
Me: Fine. Ignore me.
Hadrian: Eh Carmen go down and swim lar since u didn't get to swim at the sea ( Because of Urchins factor and protective brother).
Me: Oh ok. QuiNee come we go down.
QuiNee: Dun wan lar. Dunno how to swim also. Lazy.
Me: * Pesters for awhile then gave up * Eh the water here so low lar just come down lar.
Canna and Hadrian got down so QuiNee also followed. Then, I also joined them at the pool restaurant. Ordered Margaritta for me and Tequilla Sunrise for Canna. Got a pizza for 4 ( Mushrooms and cheese ).
QuiNee: Eh, i want to try the Shirley 's Temple ( Mocktail ).
Canna: Order lor.
QuiNee gets her drink.
QuiNee: Eh nice lar.
Me: I wanna try. * Sips the drink * Eh cune lar.
The rest and I orders another two platter then left to get back to the hotel to get ready for the buffet.

Day 2( Part 3 )

We got to the buffet place and got the seats. Ate some pretty boring food. So called 'barbecue buffet'. The food was not satisfying as we expected and saw a few people got frustrated of slowness of the staff serving food. Then comes an interesting part of the day.

Canna: Eh Carmen the salad guy. ( I was following some guy to pile up salad but he had no idea what to put because there was too little choices.
Me: Huh where? No la thats not the guy. That guy is fatter and don't look like Dr.House.
Canna: Huh? Which one you talking bout? What House?
Me: You not talking bout that one holding the plastic bag meh?
Canna: No lar the other one on the other side.
Me: O.o. That one arh. Cheh.
Canna: Ala, she too busy ogling at this leng zai lar.
QuiNee: Yeah lar, she wat 'guai' also like what. ( If you know cantonese you will understand )
Canna: Uhuh. But this one really hot lar.
Me: * continues staring * Shit!!! ( The guy suddenly turns and caught me staring. Damn... kena tangkap basah.)
Ala this place damn sad lar. Whole place oni one hottie.
Hadrian turns and started flashing knives and forks at me.
Me: Fuiyoh. Sorry lar. Two hot guys lar. * Winces *
Then, we all got back to the hotel room for happy hour to finish up the vodka so that they can buy rum tomorrow.

Day 2( Part 4 )

We all got back to the room and started drinking. Hadrian decided to play cards and the ones who loses will have to drink. So, we all agreed. At first when playing blackjack QuiNee was already losing like shyt so she got a little tipsy edi. Then when i suggested to play the Casino Royale style QuiNee's alcohol meter went up sky high and got drunk faster than her blood flows. Canna who wanted to jaga her helped her drink gila alot then it was my turn to jaga them pulak. Then i also got drunk and did some pretty crazy stuff and said some even crazier stuff which i didn't remember. As for Hadrian, he survived because he was good at the Casino Royale thingy. Then, i also didnt know how i went back to my room to sleep. It gave me a serious sense of Deja Vu. (I dunno how to spell it lar).

THE END OF TODAY. The next update will be tomorrow because i am too tired to go on. Pictures will come at the end of my last blog for the trip.

Trip to Tioman Island

2008-06-02T15:59:00.000+08:00

Day 1( Part 1 )
* gets down from the ferry * <~ carmen, qui nee, canna, hadrian.
Me: Wahlau, the water is so clear and nice man..
QuiNee: Yeah lor. So nice.
Me: So, when are we getting to the sea again?
Canna: Err, after we go get some bread for the tuna lar. Rite, Hadrian?
Hadrian: * jokes sarcasticly * No need lar let me sleep first. Let her suffer for awhile.
Me: * rolls my eyes * whatever lar i and qui nee go alone lar.
QuiNee: Har??? I dunno how to swim leh.
Me: Then float lar. Wont die one.
QuiNee: * sweats * Dunno how to float.
Me: Then urm sink lar.
QuiNee: * multiple sweats *

So we went across the bridge looking for transport to the resort. Then, we struck gold. We were the one and only ones we got there in time to fit into the bus. Something like lorry that is. It is not enclosed, dirty and hot. Not to mention impossibly uncomfortable. Everywhere we turn its either duty free stores or its restaurants. Anyway, calling them restaurants is certainly an overestimation. Its like one of those fake looking mamak-like shops with plastic chairs. Well, widen ur imagination to see it. Even so, there was something that impressed me in this tiny island. The flats in this place had more ASTRO satellites than my entire neighborhood put together.
' Welcome to Berjaya Hotel & Resort of Pulau Tioman '. The bus drove us right to the lobby. Another luck test..... Bingo! We got checked in early. * Drumrolls * Why? Because they say five star hotel mar. * Keys jingle and twists = bolt unlocked *. *Gaps*. Well, not exactly the five star you get in KL. Its comfy at least and thank god, not haunted. * fingers crossed *.

Me: Canna jie jie? What time are we going to the beach again?
Canna: Err, we go eat first, then after we go get the bread, then see how lor.
Me: Ohh ok.
QuiNee: Eat where arh?
Hadrian: Erm, near the kampung area there where we came up just now.
Me: * stomach growls * Aiyo faster ler. Gastric later.
Canna: Okay lets go.

Then I ordered roti canai and milo kosong. F.Y.I. it sucked. Forget about food cause it not only tasted like **** it is so expensive. So yeah. We went bread hunting. You'd think it is easier to get bread considering it is a tourist area. Not. Every store we went in either does not sell bread or ran out of it. The most depressing thing is they had tons of fish bread. W.T.F????? That caused us to walk all the way down while my gastric annoys me to the max.
Then Hadrian had to continue to torture me by walking round and round some duty free shop to get an ideal liquor after the success of bread hunting. Worst still we had to hike all the wayh back up again.

Day 1( Part 2 )

QuiNee: Ouch!Ouch!Ouch! So banyak corals lar. Damn pain rite...
Me: Alahh, never mind lar just keep walking. Once its deeper then no more edi one larh.
QuiNee: Whatever.
Me: Okay, now start to float. Owh yea. You dont know how. Now do that sleeping pose. * Holds her back *. Slowly, I am letting go.
QuiNee: No need!!!
Me: * Sweat * Go deeper then. * Walks deeper * F***!!! QuiNee got thorns dont step on anything! Keep floating! * thorns poke right through into both my foot *. * Pushes QuiNee higher and thorns go further in *
QuiNee: Har? WTH? * Stop floating and steps * Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! * Tears keluar terus *
Me: Sweat man. Told you not to step... How now?
QuiNee: Call for help!!!
Me: Okay you call for Hadrian i call for Canna jie jie.
QuiNee: Help! Hadrian help! Carmen kena two foot. Sea urchines.
Canna & Hadrian : Urgent? Foot? What? Joking issit? * Carmen swims with one hand *
Canna: Eh something wrong lar. Carmen swimming with one hand. They not joking lar. * navigates through the stream of corals *.
Hadrian: Swim back here!
QuiNee: Cannot! Too pain. * Hops around with one foot *
Hadrian:Aiyoo, how now? * Panics
Canna: Go closer and try pull them back ler.

OMG!!!! Damn pain lar. Don't whack so hard lar! That was practically a revised phrase man. Because they don't want QuiNee and my foot to go bengkak so they decided the traditional way. Keep whacking those torns and make sure they are crushed and can be dissolved my the blood. In the process keep adding lime juice to make sure the thorns dissolves faster and hurt more. Just joking. Hahaha. So some fella came and help us and occasionally other staff came and help by whacking a few time then leaves. Then this guy came and asked us if kena ' bulu mata' ar ? Canna jie jie was like 'uh ye kut'. 'Tak tau nama benda tu lar'. * Guy comes and lifts our foot, sees then says ' Ye la, saya sendiri pun kena dulu, badan pulak tu'. ' Doktor Mat Salleh panggil saya letak cuka kerana tak boleh pukul sebab di belakang badan saya'. * ooh and aahs *
So he went with Hadrian to get the vinegar for us. Then another hour of whacking and soaking in vinegar.
P.S. QuiNee could have flooded the place with her tears despite Hadrian keep trying to distract us by telling us someone trying to make out in the sea. Sure, she laughs then she resumes to crying mode.

Day 1( Part 3 )

Dinner was satay and fried rice because QuiNee and I stayed at the hotel cause we were to tired and wanted to sleep. Owh yea, when we were alone at the hotel we went over to Canna and Hadrian's room for the tv ( they had better channels ). I called the housekeeping for ice cause we wanted to have vodka that night so yea. After the ice came there was another knock saying housekeeping again. QuiNee and I freaked. Didn't the housekeeper just came. So QuiNee the brave one went to the door and opened it. He said something bout a fruit basket so we said we didn't want it. Thinking it was over, he went to our room and knocked again so we just ignored him and left him there. Turned out he was just giving us apples. LAME. We only found out when Canna and Hadrian came back with our food and got freaked by three apples laid in front of our door. After we were stuffed with food, we started drinking vodka with coke. Forgot how it ended but we went to sleep after the drinks.

Okay i am done for the first day. Second and third day will come later. Tired edi. Such a long post and such a long day. Ciaw. Owh pictures will be later too. They're with Canna and Hadrian.