The dog's arriving today at 3pm. Oh my GOD.
I don't think I ever want to get intoxicated, however tempting it may seem. Why would I want to get drunk and regret it the next morning when I get a massive hangover?
Besides, it's not that worth it. Alcohol packs a LOT of calories, mind you. Extremely fattening. Look at all those homeless people at KK marts. They all have beer bellies and they fall asleep in their puke.
And it damages your health too! Knowing my own tofu immune system, I'll probably die young due to a health complication. I just know it.
Besides, it's not that worth it. Alcohol packs a LOT of calories, mind you. Extremely fattening. Look at all those homeless people at KK marts. They all have beer bellies and they fall asleep in their puke.
And it damages your health too! Knowing my own tofu immune system, I'll probably die young due to a health complication. I just know it.
There's a few things that I agree with my brother (quite rare, mind you) and one of them is the ridiculous Chinese monks.
My grandfather passed away a few years ago, when I was 11 I think. Because he's some hot-shot lumber company founder (he's a Datuk!) his funeral was quite grand. My uncle's rich so...yeah lol.
That's besides the point. For his funeral, these monks came to um..send his soul off? I don't really understand why they came lol all I knew at that time is my grandfather passed away, we had to go back to Pahang. We had to wear the same clothes - white shirt and cobalt blue track bottoms and canvas shoes - and we had to recite this monk-funeral-book thing that has these recitals in a weird language. We had to recite that three times a day I think.
My brother said that he was in their study room where my aunt gave the monks money. He was shocked, cos aren't monks supposed to be all holy and un-indulgent? So he asked why they're paying them, cos -and I quote- aren't food and drink enough payment for monks? Why do we need to pay them?
Seriously, the world is going crazy.
I hardly think monks should charge to go somewhere. Considering the fact that they all came in a Mercedes.
A Mercedes.
They're monks. And their transport is fancier than mine. It's kinda sad isn't it?
Of course, I don't expect them to walk by foot EVERYWHERE. It's not that practical but seriously. A MERCEDES. Aren't they supposed to use the money for more charitable uses?
There are homeless people and kids. We don't see homeless people seeking sanctuary at temples, do we? Cos I don't think temples welcome the homeless. I don't think they feed them either.
Every year, I go back to Terengganu for prayers. After the grave cleaning ceremony thing, we go to this temple to pray for my dead grandfather. I don't know why there's this thing there. I can't ask either or everyone will just shush me -.-
ANYWAY, that place is more posh than my own house. There are TILES. CLEAN tiles. Not those dusty red tiles you see at traditional temples, NO. This doesn't even really qualify as a temple. It's more like a Buddhist centre for prayers. I don't know. There's even a counter for DONATIONS. They ask for donations.
It's kind of silly, isn't it? I thought that people signed up to become monks cos they want to enlighten us corrupt beings.
Turns out most of them became monks cos they don't want a job. Or they don't qualify for one.
I think the worst hardship about being a monk is losing your hair and wearing those robes. Those are the only indulgences I see that they sacrifice. They can't marry and they live at...somewhere I think. I dunno.
I think the whole world of Buddhists should only donate food.
I bet that the monks will shoot you dirty looks if you only donate them with food. I bet they will.
My grandfather passed away a few years ago, when I was 11 I think. Because he's some hot-shot lumber company founder (he's a Datuk!) his funeral was quite grand. My uncle's rich so...yeah lol.
That's besides the point. For his funeral, these monks came to um..send his soul off? I don't really understand why they came lol all I knew at that time is my grandfather passed away, we had to go back to Pahang. We had to wear the same clothes - white shirt and cobalt blue track bottoms and canvas shoes - and we had to recite this monk-funeral-book thing that has these recitals in a weird language. We had to recite that three times a day I think.
My brother said that he was in their study room where my aunt gave the monks money. He was shocked, cos aren't monks supposed to be all holy and un-indulgent? So he asked why they're paying them, cos -and I quote- aren't food and drink enough payment for monks? Why do we need to pay them?
Seriously, the world is going crazy.
I hardly think monks should charge to go somewhere. Considering the fact that they all came in a Mercedes.
A Mercedes.
They're monks. And their transport is fancier than mine. It's kinda sad isn't it?
Of course, I don't expect them to walk by foot EVERYWHERE. It's not that practical but seriously. A MERCEDES. Aren't they supposed to use the money for more charitable uses?
There are homeless people and kids. We don't see homeless people seeking sanctuary at temples, do we? Cos I don't think temples welcome the homeless. I don't think they feed them either.
Every year, I go back to Terengganu for prayers. After the grave cleaning ceremony thing, we go to this temple to pray for my dead grandfather. I don't know why there's this thing there. I can't ask either or everyone will just shush me -.-
ANYWAY, that place is more posh than my own house. There are TILES. CLEAN tiles. Not those dusty red tiles you see at traditional temples, NO. This doesn't even really qualify as a temple. It's more like a Buddhist centre for prayers. I don't know. There's even a counter for DONATIONS. They ask for donations.
It's kind of silly, isn't it? I thought that people signed up to become monks cos they want to enlighten us corrupt beings.
Turns out most of them became monks cos they don't want a job. Or they don't qualify for one.
I think the worst hardship about being a monk is losing your hair and wearing those robes. Those are the only indulgences I see that they sacrifice. They can't marry and they live at...somewhere I think. I dunno.
I think the whole world of Buddhists should only donate food.
I bet that the monks will shoot you dirty looks if you only donate them with food. I bet they will.
Dear Redaksi Pengerusi,
I have to say, your looks and voice can be really deceiving. Who knew how much of a jackass you are?
I knew it was too good to be true, to have my divider to be accepted just like that. I knew it.
Don't try and argue that being the high pangkat you are in now, you can't review everything. Excuse me, how long does it take a person to look at a sample divider? It doesn't exactly take a whole week you know. Making it takes a whole week, approving it doesn't even take 5 minutes. I'm quite sure that you can spare us at least 5 minutes from your precious work time.
Don't try and argue that your job is very important, blah blah blah. Excuse me, but do you realise that we have classes too? Does it occur to you that we, the redaksi members happen to be 16 year olds who have classes to attend, homework to finish and tuition to go to? Yeah sure, you go home at 3.30 everyday. Big deal. So what if you arrive that school at 5am? Has it ever occurred to any of the faculty that students don't exactly live a life of marshmallows and pop tarts? I know people who don't reach their homes until 6pm. Yeah, that's half a day gone to school, curricular and tuition. What about their homework?
Why is it, that when I finished the divider, I don't know... A FEW MONTHS AGO (!!!!) you didn't tell me THEN that you don't approve? Why is it that you have to wait until everyone decided on my dividers, approve it, only you tell me that "English is not formal"?
Redaksi teachers, please get your ass up from Facebook for once and look at what we do. Cos so far, only Pn Yus is working her butt off.
REST OF THE BLOODY FACULTY, do you realise how much a pain in the ass is it for us to get something from you guys? I thought teachers were supposed to be all organised and shit. Well, apparently I thought wrong. Do you think it's easy to go class by class asking the students to give us what we want?
Then when it's late, they all complain.
Do you think we like missing out in classes? Did you know, that whenever we miss our classes, we have to defend ourselves against our teachers? Did you know, that less than half of the entire Redaksi crew actually does work?
Honestly. The school magazine would work much more faster if the entire redaksi crew (that includes all the teachers) works efficiently.
And if its late, we bear the fault. Apparently, it's OUR bloody fault it's late. HELLO.
Oh my god. I feel so pissed.
I have to say, your looks and voice can be really deceiving. Who knew how much of a jackass you are?
I knew it was too good to be true, to have my divider to be accepted just like that. I knew it.
Don't try and argue that being the high pangkat you are in now, you can't review everything. Excuse me, how long does it take a person to look at a sample divider? It doesn't exactly take a whole week you know. Making it takes a whole week, approving it doesn't even take 5 minutes. I'm quite sure that you can spare us at least 5 minutes from your precious work time.
Don't try and argue that your job is very important, blah blah blah. Excuse me, but do you realise that we have classes too? Does it occur to you that we, the redaksi members happen to be 16 year olds who have classes to attend, homework to finish and tuition to go to? Yeah sure, you go home at 3.30 everyday. Big deal. So what if you arrive that school at 5am? Has it ever occurred to any of the faculty that students don't exactly live a life of marshmallows and pop tarts? I know people who don't reach their homes until 6pm. Yeah, that's half a day gone to school, curricular and tuition. What about their homework?
Why is it, that when I finished the divider, I don't know... A FEW MONTHS AGO (!!!!) you didn't tell me THEN that you don't approve? Why is it that you have to wait until everyone decided on my dividers, approve it, only you tell me that "English is not formal"?
Redaksi teachers, please get your ass up from Facebook for once and look at what we do. Cos so far, only Pn Yus is working her butt off.
REST OF THE BLOODY FACULTY, do you realise how much a pain in the ass is it for us to get something from you guys? I thought teachers were supposed to be all organised and shit. Well, apparently I thought wrong. Do you think it's easy to go class by class asking the students to give us what we want?
Then when it's late, they all complain.
Do you think we like missing out in classes? Did you know, that whenever we miss our classes, we have to defend ourselves against our teachers? Did you know, that less than half of the entire Redaksi crew actually does work?
Honestly. The school magazine would work much more faster if the entire redaksi crew (that includes all the teachers) works efficiently.
And if its late, we bear the fault. Apparently, it's OUR bloody fault it's late. HELLO.
Oh my god. I feel so pissed.
I knew it. I knew the new pengetua is too good to be true.
I'm in charge of the dividers of the school magazine, and I inserted some selected quotes I found on the Internet.
Now he drops the bomb on me that the quotes must be in BM cos he wants a formal magazine.
A formal magazine.
Excuse me, but what is this magazine?
It's a school magazine, my dear principal. A SCHOOL magazine. You know, a school? The place kids go to to "learn"? Yeah, that's a school.
OH EXCUSE MY LANGUAGE. Sekolah merupakan tempat yang berfungsi untuk memberikan ilmu kepada pelajar.
I said that in BM, thanks. Cos you obviously can't understand much of English. You know? BAHASA INGGERIS?
Now people are going to think the magazine sucks. Cos black and white print is one thing, quotes no one understands is another.
I feel so mad!! OTHER SCHOOLS HAVE AWESOME SCHOOL MAGAZINES IN ENGLISH, WHYY LAA OURR SCHOOOOLLLL WITH OUR OLD-FASHIONED PRINCIPALS?!?!?!
Urrgghhhh.
URGGGHH!!!!!!
I'm in charge of the dividers of the school magazine, and I inserted some selected quotes I found on the Internet.
Now he drops the bomb on me that the quotes must be in BM cos he wants a formal magazine.
A formal magazine.
Excuse me, but what is this magazine?
It's a school magazine, my dear principal. A SCHOOL magazine. You know, a school? The place kids go to to "learn"? Yeah, that's a school.
OH EXCUSE MY LANGUAGE. Sekolah merupakan tempat yang berfungsi untuk memberikan ilmu kepada pelajar.
I said that in BM, thanks. Cos you obviously can't understand much of English. You know? BAHASA INGGERIS?
Now people are going to think the magazine sucks. Cos black and white print is one thing, quotes no one understands is another.
I feel so mad!! OTHER SCHOOLS HAVE AWESOME SCHOOL MAGAZINES IN ENGLISH, WHYY LAA OURR SCHOOOOLLLL WITH OUR OLD-FASHIONED PRINCIPALS?!?!?!
Urrgghhhh.
URGGGHH!!!!!!
My brother's rethinking "the family's" ability to be responsible to the dog. He thinks we're not up to par with his responsibility.
He's so irritating now, I can die. HE KEEPS ON TALKING AND TALKING AND TALKING.
Once every few months, my brother PMS-es like a bloody girl. He needs to learn how to man up and bottle up his overflowing emotions. His emotions are EVERYWHERE though he doesn't admit it. He's very sensitive, and God bless his future wife, if any.
Urghhh.
He's so irritating now, I can die. HE KEEPS ON TALKING AND TALKING AND TALKING.
Once every few months, my brother PMS-es like a bloody girl. He needs to learn how to man up and bottle up his overflowing emotions. His emotions are EVERYWHERE though he doesn't admit it. He's very sensitive, and God bless his future wife, if any.
Urghhh.
I want to know what's going on in my brain when I'm sleeping. My dreams are always so odd.
Last night, I dreamt that Malaysia's political system completely changed. It was like District 12, minus the famine and the sicknesses and the hunger games...lol whatever. District 12 isn't a very good example.
I dreamt that we were forced to move to a new house. It was a different house, but somehow in the same row of houses I currently live in now. Which is kinda weird..but whatever.
The first night was fine, except my dad wasn't there. For some strange reason he was somewhere else, I forgot why. My Mom was scared, I was scared but I don't know what for.
The second night, Mom started to pluck my hair. She told me that white hair is illegal. So I told her to just cut the white hair off, cos plucking hurts.
Then I woke up.
So if you read dreams, I want to know what's up with this weird-as-hell dream of mine. I mean, WHITE HAIR IS ILLEGAL!? Whatttt.
Last night, I dreamt that Malaysia's political system completely changed. It was like District 12, minus the famine and the sicknesses and the hunger games...lol whatever. District 12 isn't a very good example.
I dreamt that we were forced to move to a new house. It was a different house, but somehow in the same row of houses I currently live in now. Which is kinda weird..but whatever.
The first night was fine, except my dad wasn't there. For some strange reason he was somewhere else, I forgot why. My Mom was scared, I was scared but I don't know what for.
The second night, Mom started to pluck my hair. She told me that white hair is illegal. So I told her to just cut the white hair off, cos plucking hurts.
Then I woke up.
So if you read dreams, I want to know what's up with this weird-as-hell dream of mine. I mean, WHITE HAIR IS ILLEGAL!? Whatttt.
So I finally watched Something Borrowed yesterday. I think I should call these things Friday Flicks. It was on Fox Movies yesterday night and since it was a Friday..y'know. I'm a girl. Can't say no to a good chick flick!
Okay, so it wasn't an AMAZING movie. I liked it, but I don't love it. The lead guy is hot, I can give them that. Colin Egglesfield. He proves that you can't judge a person's looks by his last name. I mean, Egglesfield? Seriously?
Moving on... cos I'm quite sure he won't like me poking fun with his name hahaha.
It's about this girl called Rachel who's in love with this guy called Dex. Except Dex is Rachel's best friend, Darcy's fiance.
So you can basically see what's wrong with this picture.
Rachel and Dex went to college together and they both liked each other but never said anything. Until Darcy came in and nabbed him away cos Rachel said it was "okay".
Pshhh. Bad move there, sister.
So it just proves my point that you should never wait to tell someone how you feel about them, because you'll never know when your best friend is going to pop in and nab him away from you. Well, it doesn't have to be your best friend; it can be just a normal friend, or your sister or your cousin.. well you get the pic.
FEAR NOT OF REJECTION! Or at least, don't expect marshmallows for breakfast after you confess. He might not like you the way you want him to, so don't get your hopes too high.
Just like how Rachel said:
Okay, so it wasn't an AMAZING movie. I liked it, but I don't love it. The lead guy is hot, I can give them that. Colin Egglesfield. He proves that you can't judge a person's looks by his last name. I mean, Egglesfield? Seriously?
Moving on... cos I'm quite sure he won't like me poking fun with his name hahaha.
It's about this girl called Rachel who's in love with this guy called Dex. Except Dex is Rachel's best friend, Darcy's fiance.
So you can basically see what's wrong with this picture.
Rachel and Dex went to college together and they both liked each other but never said anything. Until Darcy came in and nabbed him away cos Rachel said it was "okay".
Pshhh. Bad move there, sister.
So it just proves my point that you should never wait to tell someone how you feel about them, because you'll never know when your best friend is going to pop in and nab him away from you. Well, it doesn't have to be your best friend; it can be just a normal friend, or your sister or your cousin.. well you get the pic.
FEAR NOT OF REJECTION! Or at least, don't expect marshmallows for breakfast after you confess. He might not like you the way you want him to, so don't get your hopes too high.
Just like how Rachel said:
“This is why you should never, ever get your hopes up. This is why you should see the glass as half empty. So when the whole thing spills, you aren’t as devastated.”
Whenever I read my old posts, and my old journals and diaries, I feel like slapping myself.
I was so...dramatic and immature. I can't believe I let myself write all that! I can't believe I actually wrote those things down without shuddering. Okay, maybe I did. Cos I think I'm born with a good sense of what's disgusting and what's not. Like for example, your grandmother's underwear is disgusting; eating melted chocolate with your fingers is disgusting, but delicious ;) and... yeah.
Anyway, I also noticed that I am so..desperate. I mean, if you read my blog through and through, I had some pretty shit times in form one. Maybe cos everyone's like just thirteen and feeling grown up or maybe it's just because I need time to adapt to new situations or maybe, maybe I'm just more obnoxious than usual to people I've never met.
I remember doing and saying some things that I never meant, that I did at the heat of the moment. I did those things, I said all those things because I had this need to impress people. But I just couldn't do it cos no one's ever interested or someone's just better.
And I don't know about you, but I don't really like being second-best. Unless it can't be helped, like for example, getting worse grades than my friends. They can't help being so smart, and I'm just..lazy :P I admit guilty to that part.
BACK TO THE TOPIC.
Growing up, I suppose I can say I've changed a little.
Okay, so I'm still that temperamental bitch, but I toned it down a lot! And I'm still obnoxious with guys (don't ask) but I'm working on that. I don't like to be TOO nice to guys you know? Especially if I don't like them in that way. I don't want to be super close to one guy and end up screwing things up...so no. So it's best if I can just be myself and maintain good friendships with the opposite sex, but we all know how impossible that can be right?
Besides, I'm way too young. Yes, I am 16 and I'm saying I'm too young to be in a relationship with someone. I realise that because I am too young. My parents will never allow it, and besides, I'm way too busy to care about someone else too much. It wouldn't be fair to him right?
And also because I basically can't do much with a guy anyway. You can't do much in school, because I'm pretty by the book. Just because I don't pin up the hair on my sides doesn't mean I'm a hardcore rule breaker (so disciplinarians of SMKSM, I hope you're reading this.) because I can confidently say that teachers like me because I'm such a suck-up to people.
You have to be a good suck up if you're me, considering the amount of people I offend in my life lol.
I also cannot have a boyfriend because what would be the point in that? It's not like we're getting married or anything. And we're just break up eventually when we graduate! Why purposely hurt yourself that way? It's pretty stupid if you ask me.
However, if you ARE in a relationship, please do not break up with your partner upon reading this. I'm not trying to break anyone up here. I'm just stating facts on why I don't think I should have a significant other right now.
Growing up.
Sometimes, you look back and you mentally face-palm yourself over things that you've said, things you've done..basically anything! But you can't really help it can you?
I mean, isn't that what growing up is all about? Making harsh decisions when you're younger, and a couple of years later when you look back, you can think, 'I've grown so much!'
You never really stop growing, and you never really stop learning new things.
Which is why I'm not ending my life here. I want to live my life the way I say so. So what if I screw up in some certain aspect? It's not the end of the world until I say so.
I was so...dramatic and immature. I can't believe I let myself write all that! I can't believe I actually wrote those things down without shuddering. Okay, maybe I did. Cos I think I'm born with a good sense of what's disgusting and what's not. Like for example, your grandmother's underwear is disgusting; eating melted chocolate with your fingers is disgusting, but delicious ;) and... yeah.
Anyway, I also noticed that I am so..desperate. I mean, if you read my blog through and through, I had some pretty shit times in form one. Maybe cos everyone's like just thirteen and feeling grown up or maybe it's just because I need time to adapt to new situations or maybe, maybe I'm just more obnoxious than usual to people I've never met.
I remember doing and saying some things that I never meant, that I did at the heat of the moment. I did those things, I said all those things because I had this need to impress people. But I just couldn't do it cos no one's ever interested or someone's just better.
And I don't know about you, but I don't really like being second-best. Unless it can't be helped, like for example, getting worse grades than my friends. They can't help being so smart, and I'm just..lazy :P I admit guilty to that part.
BACK TO THE TOPIC.
Growing up, I suppose I can say I've changed a little.
Okay, so I'm still that temperamental bitch, but I toned it down a lot! And I'm still obnoxious with guys (don't ask) but I'm working on that. I don't like to be TOO nice to guys you know? Especially if I don't like them in that way. I don't want to be super close to one guy and end up screwing things up...so no. So it's best if I can just be myself and maintain good friendships with the opposite sex, but we all know how impossible that can be right?
Besides, I'm way too young. Yes, I am 16 and I'm saying I'm too young to be in a relationship with someone. I realise that because I am too young. My parents will never allow it, and besides, I'm way too busy to care about someone else too much. It wouldn't be fair to him right?
And also because I basically can't do much with a guy anyway. You can't do much in school, because I'm pretty by the book. Just because I don't pin up the hair on my sides doesn't mean I'm a hardcore rule breaker (so disciplinarians of SMKSM, I hope you're reading this.) because I can confidently say that teachers like me because I'm such a suck-up to people.
You have to be a good suck up if you're me, considering the amount of people I offend in my life lol.
I also cannot have a boyfriend because what would be the point in that? It's not like we're getting married or anything. And we're just break up eventually when we graduate! Why purposely hurt yourself that way? It's pretty stupid if you ask me.
However, if you ARE in a relationship, please do not break up with your partner upon reading this. I'm not trying to break anyone up here. I'm just stating facts on why I don't think I should have a significant other right now.
Growing up.
Sometimes, you look back and you mentally face-palm yourself over things that you've said, things you've done..basically anything! But you can't really help it can you?
I mean, isn't that what growing up is all about? Making harsh decisions when you're younger, and a couple of years later when you look back, you can think, 'I've grown so much!'
You never really stop growing, and you never really stop learning new things.
Which is why I'm not ending my life here. I want to live my life the way I say so. So what if I screw up in some certain aspect? It's not the end of the world until I say so.
Why are parents so...stubborn? It drives me up the wall sometimes.
Anyways, I think we're getting a dog. Hopefully I don't jinx it by writing it here but still!
It's a Malinois Belgian Shepherd. And it's a girl!...and it's sterile lol.
She's supposedly pretty. I wouldn't know, since I've never met her..but still! A dog! Can you believe?
My last dog - Princess was a Labrador Retriever. Died at 2007, may she rest in peace. She got cancer, so yeah lol. She was obese, but she loved us no matter how much we used to bully her with treats hahahaha.
So excited. Miss having a dog around.
Anyways, I think we're getting a dog. Hopefully I don't jinx it by writing it here but still!
It's a Malinois Belgian Shepherd. And it's a girl!...and it's sterile lol.
She's supposedly pretty. I wouldn't know, since I've never met her..but still! A dog! Can you believe?
My last dog - Princess was a Labrador Retriever. Died at 2007, may she rest in peace. She got cancer, so yeah lol. She was obese, but she loved us no matter how much we used to bully her with treats hahahaha.
So excited. Miss having a dog around.
My luck works in mysterious ways. Sometimes, I really wonder if my bad luck happens to me because I deserve it...like how I ALWAYS bump into Pn Yean whenever she's in a bad mood. I'm just lucky that half of the time she doesn't write my name down..close call today. Usually, she wouldn't let me go lol.
Today, I found out I passed my Add Maths, which is awesome. But I only passed with a pathetic 41...I feel lucky but dumb. Why can't I pass with 64 or something?? Ish.
And I can safely conclude that I am on Abdul Aziz's "good list". Oh yeah.
I am such an ass kisser :P
Today, I found out I passed my Add Maths, which is awesome. But I only passed with a pathetic 41...I feel lucky but dumb. Why can't I pass with 64 or something?? Ish.
And I can safely conclude that I am on Abdul Aziz's "good list". Oh yeah.
I am such an ass kisser :P
Just a short one.
Okay, my parents make us go to the market with them every Sunday to expose us to the surroundings of hagglers and aunties selling vegetables (can't say I didn't learn - I can choose good oranges!)
There's a meat seller.
They have a son.
A very cute son.
Last week, my mom went there to buy meat. Shocker cos she never goes there... I actually never noticed them before LOL to think I never knew there were cute people there. Haih.
Anyways, when she payed, she kept giving me this look. The knowing look.
Yes, THAT knowing look LOL. She was all, "he's cute right ;););)" and I was like WHAT LOLOLOL and she keeps giving me that LOOK. That look that says "I KNOW you think he's hot, c'mon! Admit it ;) I'm your mom! ;)"
HAHHAHAHAHAH it's hilarious.
Today we didn't go there. We bought meat at a stall like, behind theirs and she looked behind and I followed her gaze and then she gave me that knowing look again HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA
My mom is so cute sometimes. She was all "why, looking at the cute guy ah?;)" HAHAHAHAH
She says he has cuter brothers.
SHOW YOURSELVES!
Okay, my parents make us go to the market with them every Sunday to expose us to the surroundings of hagglers and aunties selling vegetables (can't say I didn't learn - I can choose good oranges!)
There's a meat seller.
They have a son.
A very cute son.
Last week, my mom went there to buy meat. Shocker cos she never goes there... I actually never noticed them before LOL to think I never knew there were cute people there. Haih.
Anyways, when she payed, she kept giving me this look. The knowing look.
Yes, THAT knowing look LOL. She was all, "he's cute right ;););)" and I was like WHAT LOLOLOL and she keeps giving me that LOOK. That look that says "I KNOW you think he's hot, c'mon! Admit it ;) I'm your mom! ;)"
HAHHAHAHAHAH it's hilarious.
Today we didn't go there. We bought meat at a stall like, behind theirs and she looked behind and I followed her gaze and then she gave me that knowing look again HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA
My mom is so cute sometimes. She was all "why, looking at the cute guy ah?;)" HAHAHAHAH
She says he has cuter brothers.
SHOW YOURSELVES!
Based on my observations, Physics chapter 3 is a very important chapter. So many questions! So many theories! Therefore, it is my conclusion that the subsequent papers will have a lot of questions on pressure.
Based on my observations of Abdul Aziz's level of nag-itude on certain topics, I have a feeling that the following will most probably come out in Paper 2:
Bernoulli's principle - aerofoil or the ping pong ball on rushing water thing.
Archimedes' principle - Submarine
Pascal's principle - Hydraulic system
Pressure in liquids - either the Mariotte cylinder one or the thistle funnel-eureka can one.
I can assure you that he nags the most in the above topics. A few others that aren't in chapter 3 are:
The Gas Laws. He was so anal about our reports. He read everyone's reports and kept nagging us to write full reports. Really makes you wonder. If it doesn't come out in paper 2, it will come out in paper 3.
Physics is easy if you understand the concept. The problem now is remembering the theories -.- and also the problem of time management. For example, you remember the topic, but you forgot the formula. So you think about the theory and you use your own common sense and logic to conjure up a formula. That takes time, okay!
Fingers crossed for Physics 2 and 3. Screwed up my paper 1, must not screw up the rest!
Must not drop class!!!!
Based on my observations of Abdul Aziz's level of nag-itude on certain topics, I have a feeling that the following will most probably come out in Paper 2:
Bernoulli's principle - aerofoil or the ping pong ball on rushing water thing.
Archimedes' principle - Submarine
Pascal's principle - Hydraulic system
Pressure in liquids - either the Mariotte cylinder one or the thistle funnel-eureka can one.
I can assure you that he nags the most in the above topics. A few others that aren't in chapter 3 are:
The Gas Laws. He was so anal about our reports. He read everyone's reports and kept nagging us to write full reports. Really makes you wonder. If it doesn't come out in paper 2, it will come out in paper 3.
Physics is easy if you understand the concept. The problem now is remembering the theories -.- and also the problem of time management. For example, you remember the topic, but you forgot the formula. So you think about the theory and you use your own common sense and logic to conjure up a formula. That takes time, okay!
Fingers crossed for Physics 2 and 3. Screwed up my paper 1, must not screw up the rest!
Must not drop class!!!!
Second week of exams was shit. Thought I was already in the exam mood..but of course, distractions are everywhere.
Sometimes, the Internet can be really evil. I can't study or anything because the Internet and TV are just SITTING THERE, waiting for me to turn them on (lol whut.) !
Urgh.
I screwed up my Physics 1 eventhough it was an easy paper. URGH. Why did they put it on the same day as Chemistry?!? I suck at Chemistry! And because my Physics>Chemistry I focused on Chem but ..
I completely ignore Physics. So I screwed both of the papers. Haih.
Oh and who knew Pn Siti Fairuz was such an anal about disciplinary rules about sleeping during exams lol. I thought she was the passive carefree type cos she's so cute with the chubby cheeks and huge eyes and lips that turn up at the corner. Turns out I'm wrong. I bet most of the time people get called out for sleeping in class is because of her.
Looks can be so deceiving sometimes.
Sometimes, the Internet can be really evil. I can't study or anything because the Internet and TV are just SITTING THERE, waiting for me to turn them on (lol whut.) !
Urgh.
I screwed up my Physics 1 eventhough it was an easy paper. URGH. Why did they put it on the same day as Chemistry?!? I suck at Chemistry! And because my Physics>Chemistry I focused on Chem but ..
I completely ignore Physics. So I screwed both of the papers. Haih.
Oh and who knew Pn Siti Fairuz was such an anal about disciplinary rules about sleeping during exams lol. I thought she was the passive carefree type cos she's so cute with the chubby cheeks and huge eyes and lips that turn up at the corner. Turns out I'm wrong. I bet most of the time people get called out for sleeping in class is because of her.
Looks can be so deceiving sometimes.
My ideal life. As in, ideal future.
I'll be in my home office, because I'm so high up my career ladder, I can work at home and still make loads. My home office has an enormous window - the entire wall! - and it has red velvet curtains with gold trimming, because that's what they always have in the posh offices you see in the movies - it's always green or red, red or green.
My desk is dark varnished wood, the kind that is so shiny, you can't resist running your hands over the surface. It will have fancy craftsmanship, preferably horses. Because horses are majestic, and wooden horses on shiny wooden desks are even more fancier.
I'll have a swivel chair, because swivel chairs are fun to have and they look professional. The chair will be either maroon or black leather.
Photos of my beautiful family will be on my desk, so I can look at them while I work. Silly, I know, because we're just a wall apart but still.
The walls will be this brownish-grey colour, and the bookshelves will be the same shade. The walls will have paintings and photos of famous photographers, because it will look good and impressive. And besides, if I put my family photos there, what will there be left to hang outside the office?
My little son, Ashton Bradford whatever and my daughter that is yet to be named because I can't think of a cool enough name right now, will come in my office, bearing a tray of snacks they conjured up. They are followed by the man of my life. Tall, handsome for his age and lovely forearms. He is wearing the blue and white striped shirt I love so much, rolled up at the sleeves to reveal his forearms. He knows I adore his forearms, because they are so muscular and manly and nice to hold. He is wearing this shirt because he loves me, even though he might not like it so much. He still wears it anyway, because that is how much he loves me.
My husband is a successful owner of his own PR firm. And though he's a busy man, he always makes time for his family because it's the type of man he is - another factor to why I love him so much and agreed to marry the man.
The fantasy ends here because I do not want you to know what happens after, because I am not sure how old you are when you are reading this and I don't want your parents sue-ing me for corrupting your minds.
Because what happens after the kids are sent off to play in their nursery, and after the door is locked firmly and the curtains drawn shut, is completely none of your business. I will be a very happy woman with a man with fine, fine hands.
I'll be in my home office, because I'm so high up my career ladder, I can work at home and still make loads. My home office has an enormous window - the entire wall! - and it has red velvet curtains with gold trimming, because that's what they always have in the posh offices you see in the movies - it's always green or red, red or green.
My desk is dark varnished wood, the kind that is so shiny, you can't resist running your hands over the surface. It will have fancy craftsmanship, preferably horses. Because horses are majestic, and wooden horses on shiny wooden desks are even more fancier.
I'll have a swivel chair, because swivel chairs are fun to have and they look professional. The chair will be either maroon or black leather.
Photos of my beautiful family will be on my desk, so I can look at them while I work. Silly, I know, because we're just a wall apart but still.
The walls will be this brownish-grey colour, and the bookshelves will be the same shade. The walls will have paintings and photos of famous photographers, because it will look good and impressive. And besides, if I put my family photos there, what will there be left to hang outside the office?
My little son, Ashton Bradford whatever and my daughter that is yet to be named because I can't think of a cool enough name right now, will come in my office, bearing a tray of snacks they conjured up. They are followed by the man of my life. Tall, handsome for his age and lovely forearms. He is wearing the blue and white striped shirt I love so much, rolled up at the sleeves to reveal his forearms. He knows I adore his forearms, because they are so muscular and manly and nice to hold. He is wearing this shirt because he loves me, even though he might not like it so much. He still wears it anyway, because that is how much he loves me.
My husband is a successful owner of his own PR firm. And though he's a busy man, he always makes time for his family because it's the type of man he is - another factor to why I love him so much and agreed to marry the man.
The fantasy ends here because I do not want you to know what happens after, because I am not sure how old you are when you are reading this and I don't want your parents sue-ing me for corrupting your minds.
Because what happens after the kids are sent off to play in their nursery, and after the door is locked firmly and the curtains drawn shut, is completely none of your business. I will be a very happy woman with a man with fine, fine hands.
Amazing what exams can do to a person. Do you know how it feels like to forget to bring your watch to school when you have exams? It's terrifying. You have no idea of finding out what time it is and whether or not you should speed up your work. Last time, I had the luck of sitting somewhere in the middle where some kind soul will flash me the time. Now I sit in front, like smack-bam-in-front-of-whiteboard-front. And my classroom has no clock.
Because there is no watch to tell me the time, I had to write like a madwoman - resulting me in a lot of mistakes and of course, being TOO fast means I'm always ahead of people.
I didn't bring a watch to the Sejarah paper 3. Thank GOD teacher wrote the time on the board, otherwise I'd be completely SCREWED. We had to change the sentences and use our own words right? Yeah, I focused on that on Question 1, taking my own sweet time cos well, three hours! Expectation was that we'd have loads of time ahead of us.
WRONG! We can NOT be more wrong.
By the time I finished the first question, one hour has passed. And there's 8 questions.
SO you can imagine what happened lol I feel thankful that I had Eunice's bahan. SO useful. Had I decided not to photostap a copy, I would've been sitting there cracking my head for answers.
The problem was, we were in such a rush to finish the paper, we have NO time to think for answers. I kid you not.
Thankfully I finished the paper in time. Fingers crossed I get more than 50 for the paper lol.
DON'T GET ME STARTED ON MATH PAPER ONE.
Pn Intan, why? Why?!
Not only was there not enough time, the questions were HORRIBLE. You couldn't even focus too much time on a question, because then there wouldn't be enough time for the rest of the paper! Banged a lot of questions. God. Those circle questions. Ridiculously mind boggling. I only had five minutes left and three questions to go.
Coming from a Chinese primary, where what you got for Maths is how they look at you intellectually, saying Maths sucks is unheard of. You just have to do more exercises. Which is what they did. You can never go through a day without having heaps of Maths homework waiting for you to finish and hand in on the next day. Don't hand it in or leave some questions blank? The cane is waiting.
Maybe that's what I ought to do. Because the concept of understanding formulas is out of the window. Too accustomed to the Asian way of drilling it in your head. Hey, old habits die hard.
Must do better in Maths. My dad's an engineer you know. Which means he's fairly good in Physics and all things Mathematical.
I remember when I asked him Maths questions in primary school lol. He said I'm stupid if I don't know how to solve them. He said even kindergarteners can do it.
Yeah, no pressure, right?
Psh.
Fingers crossed for Chemistry.
..and Add Maths.
And Biology....
....and Physics
Okay, just pray for my exam-well-being.
Because there is no watch to tell me the time, I had to write like a madwoman - resulting me in a lot of mistakes and of course, being TOO fast means I'm always ahead of people.
I didn't bring a watch to the Sejarah paper 3. Thank GOD teacher wrote the time on the board, otherwise I'd be completely SCREWED. We had to change the sentences and use our own words right? Yeah, I focused on that on Question 1, taking my own sweet time cos well, three hours! Expectation was that we'd have loads of time ahead of us.
WRONG! We can NOT be more wrong.
By the time I finished the first question, one hour has passed. And there's 8 questions.
SO you can imagine what happened lol I feel thankful that I had Eunice's bahan. SO useful. Had I decided not to photostap a copy, I would've been sitting there cracking my head for answers.
The problem was, we were in such a rush to finish the paper, we have NO time to think for answers. I kid you not.
Thankfully I finished the paper in time. Fingers crossed I get more than 50 for the paper lol.
DON'T GET ME STARTED ON MATH PAPER ONE.
Pn Intan, why? Why?!
Not only was there not enough time, the questions were HORRIBLE. You couldn't even focus too much time on a question, because then there wouldn't be enough time for the rest of the paper! Banged a lot of questions. God. Those circle questions. Ridiculously mind boggling. I only had five minutes left and three questions to go.
Coming from a Chinese primary, where what you got for Maths is how they look at you intellectually, saying Maths sucks is unheard of. You just have to do more exercises. Which is what they did. You can never go through a day without having heaps of Maths homework waiting for you to finish and hand in on the next day. Don't hand it in or leave some questions blank? The cane is waiting.
Maybe that's what I ought to do. Because the concept of understanding formulas is out of the window. Too accustomed to the Asian way of drilling it in your head. Hey, old habits die hard.
Must do better in Maths. My dad's an engineer you know. Which means he's fairly good in Physics and all things Mathematical.
I remember when I asked him Maths questions in primary school lol. He said I'm stupid if I don't know how to solve them. He said even kindergarteners can do it.
Yeah, no pressure, right?
Psh.
Fingers crossed for Chemistry.
..and Add Maths.
And Biology....
....and Physics
Okay, just pray for my exam-well-being.