I really have no clue what to do.
It is obvious to me that I have to face my fears. Like malay. But the thought of it just makes me want to sulk. Its like a natural nervous response to avoid my fears then to face them. I'm not making sense. Ah freak.
If only anyone cared.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Its the time of the month.
Damn straight it is.
I are supa phail. Planned to study over the weekend, failed. I attempted the King's Gauntlet, failed at the last level. I wanted to buy/sell shirts from Msia, too risky, chickened out coz the capital I was gonna use was not my own. Oh well... Another thing I might fail -> End of Years Exams. At least its not Os. But if it were, I'll really, seriously, study. IMO, its fail attempt at educating young minds, you let them neglect a very important aspect in the pursuit of knowledge, which would be sitting down and study. Oh wells. "You are responsible for your own future". Damn straight that is, so let me do whatever the blank I want. FINGER TO YOU!
I wanted to buy a shirt that said "Je suis ton pere" and had a lightsaber below it. Super Epic. But no size. Oh well...
I totally forgot the main purpose of writing this post. Ranting is probably over. This isn't a rant. This. Is. SPARTAAAAAA!!!!
...and you're such a dolt.
I are supa phail. Planned to study over the weekend, failed. I attempted the King's Gauntlet, failed at the last level. I wanted to buy/sell shirts from Msia, too risky, chickened out coz the capital I was gonna use was not my own. Oh well... Another thing I might fail -> End of Years Exams. At least its not Os. But if it were, I'll really, seriously, study. IMO, its fail attempt at educating young minds, you let them neglect a very important aspect in the pursuit of knowledge, which would be sitting down and study. Oh wells. "You are responsible for your own future". Damn straight that is, so let me do whatever the blank I want. FINGER TO YOU!
I wanted to buy a shirt that said "Je suis ton pere" and had a lightsaber below it. Super Epic. But no size. Oh well...
I totally forgot the main purpose of writing this post. Ranting is probably over. This isn't a rant. This. Is. SPARTAAAAAA!!!!
...and you're such a dolt.
Monday, August 23, 2010
The Burn Book
Regina George, She is the nastiest skank blank I have ever met. Do not trust her, she is a fugly blank.
Uh huh. Censor that blank!
This burn book concept has always amazed me. Its the best way to relieve your blanking urges. It will be gone once inked, so hope the words printed won't be spread. Just hope, for that's all you can hope for.
"4 for you Glen Coco, You go Glen Coco"
YOU GO GLEN COCO!!!
Well obviously, an idea always sprouts when an insane form of inspiration presents itself to a unusual bunch of kids in this weird education system that subconsciously encourages NTG
motions. So what we thought of, or I thought of (they told me to take responsibilty of your ideas, for there are people out there waiting to steal them. Loudspeaker. Just random. Or is it?), was that we made a skit of every single person in 09v13, for we are all unique and have each impacted on us, however little it may be. You can think of our class as a monopolistic competition, whereby small firms each have a small percentage of market share, hence some market power. Firms can either collude or compete, where most of the time, we collude due to our similarities in potential to gain profits (marks, I'm just saying we all suck). In a political sense, we can see each individual as a party, where each of us have our own ideologies and goals we wish to attain. We have the choice to join up with other parties and compromise to strive for a main goal, to make a difference to others. I lost myself.
I have had ideas for some indies so far. However, I feel that this burn book might cause more harm then fun, although our motto is "Think first do later". When you play with fire, you get burned. I feel no fear I feel no pain. Test my patience or I will test yours. By law of conservation of energy, and by Newtons n(th) law, for every action there is a reaction, and I am that reaction that will resist your action. Make sense? I never do, so I've been told.
The Abdullah scene.
He walks towards a person, looking eager as ever with a pack of cards in his hands. He does a cool thing that bends the cards, other than looking cool its practically useless.
"Wanna see a magic trick?"
"What?" replies the other student, appearing as though he doesn't care, although he tries to hide a smirk that implies that he can see the future. He probably expects A to fail.
"Pick a card, any card!" Friend then picks a card, looks at it, then waits for the next instruction
"Okay, put it anywhere in the deck" Friends puts it randomly.
"Now I will attempt to find your card" A shuffles through the deck. He hesitates a little, then realises something.
"Uh dude, I got STM ah, I forgot what I was supposed to find."
"WHAT? Phail lah you" Friend walks off, takes the soccer ball and attempts to juggle.
"Oh issit the 2 of Clubs?"
"No. Haha phail lah you."
Next situation: Class setting
Its physics lesson, Ma'am is gonna give out the physics assignment back.
"Your class did generally well for this assignment, no fails, good improvement, I'm very surprised."
"Ma'am, got anyone fail?"
"No, in fact, there is one person in this class who got full marks"
"Huh? Who? Tell leh Ma'am"
"OK... the person who got full marks is actually... *pauses*... Abdullah"
2 seconds of silence.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Person on my right takes a breather.
Person across me just got it, he bursts out laughing, joining the harmony of laughter.
"What? Walau you all damn bad sia"
"HAHA *wheezes* *silent laughter* *audible laughter*"
Teacher gives the wth smile "Whats so funny?"
Uh huh. Censor that blank!
This burn book concept has always amazed me. Its the best way to relieve your blanking urges. It will be gone once inked, so hope the words printed won't be spread. Just hope, for that's all you can hope for.
"4 for you Glen Coco, You go Glen Coco"
YOU GO GLEN COCO!!!
Well obviously, an idea always sprouts when an insane form of inspiration presents itself to a unusual bunch of kids in this weird education system that subconsciously encourages NTG
motions. So what we thought of, or I thought of (they told me to take responsibilty of your ideas, for there are people out there waiting to steal them. Loudspeaker. Just random. Or is it?), was that we made a skit of every single person in 09v13, for we are all unique and have each impacted on us, however little it may be. You can think of our class as a monopolistic competition, whereby small firms each have a small percentage of market share, hence some market power. Firms can either collude or compete, where most of the time, we collude due to our similarities in potential to gain profits (marks, I'm just saying we all suck). In a political sense, we can see each individual as a party, where each of us have our own ideologies and goals we wish to attain. We have the choice to join up with other parties and compromise to strive for a main goal, to make a difference to others. I lost myself.
I have had ideas for some indies so far. However, I feel that this burn book might cause more harm then fun, although our motto is "Think first do later". When you play with fire, you get burned. I feel no fear I feel no pain. Test my patience or I will test yours. By law of conservation of energy, and by Newtons n(th) law, for every action there is a reaction, and I am that reaction that will resist your action. Make sense? I never do, so I've been told.
The Abdullah scene.
He walks towards a person, looking eager as ever with a pack of cards in his hands. He does a cool thing that bends the cards, other than looking cool its practically useless.
"Wanna see a magic trick?"
"What?" replies the other student, appearing as though he doesn't care, although he tries to hide a smirk that implies that he can see the future. He probably expects A to fail.
"Pick a card, any card!" Friend then picks a card, looks at it, then waits for the next instruction
"Okay, put it anywhere in the deck" Friends puts it randomly.
"Now I will attempt to find your card" A shuffles through the deck. He hesitates a little, then realises something.
"Uh dude, I got STM ah, I forgot what I was supposed to find."
"WHAT? Phail lah you" Friend walks off, takes the soccer ball and attempts to juggle.
"Oh issit the 2 of Clubs?"
"No. Haha phail lah you."
Next situation: Class setting
Its physics lesson, Ma'am is gonna give out the physics assignment back.
"Your class did generally well for this assignment, no fails, good improvement, I'm very surprised."
"Ma'am, got anyone fail?"
"No, in fact, there is one person in this class who got full marks"
"Huh? Who? Tell leh Ma'am"
"OK... the person who got full marks is actually... *pauses*... Abdullah"
2 seconds of silence.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Person on my right takes a breather.
Person across me just got it, he bursts out laughing, joining the harmony of laughter.
"What? Walau you all damn bad sia"
"HAHA *wheezes* *silent laughter* *audible laughter*"
Teacher gives the wth smile "Whats so funny?"
Friday, August 20, 2010
It's Been A Long While
Since I updated my blog, which no one ever reads.
EoYs coming up in a few weeks time. Not prepared yet. SIP due soon too, not done with that either. CI needs to be submitted soon, about to finish that. I guess time's running out.
I haven't been going for band lately, I just keep telling myself that I'm tired and sleeping is definitely a better option. But maybe this just shows I've lost passion. Maybe I never had the passion in the first place. Everytime I go for band, I hope to learn something new. I've always wanted to be able to play the drums and mallets with ease, but I still suck. Its probably just not my thing. Learning the drums is still in my checklist though. It's just band, don't like the environment, keep letting people down.
Unchecked Checklist (not in any particular order):
1. Learn Drums. Its all by feel. Put that feel in Rhythm and you got yourself a drummer.
2. Do Magic. I have horrible presentation. I don't have that magical touch
3. Find out who I am
Thats a pathetic checklist. I blame STM.
I realised that talking cock actually affects people. I tend to blabber on about stupid stuff and my flawed philosophy stuff that floats around in my head, and a few days ago, that blabbering actually was absorbed by my sis. Maybe I really DO make sense. WOW. Whatever lol.
BANG BANG BOOM BAM!
Need to write censorship song soon. Any ideas oh empty audience? What do I hear back there in the corner seat? "Mental Block" I hear. You know..... the censoring of the subconscious? Haha. Shall ponder about it.
SOCIAL EXPERIMENT! I don't really know whether its really a social experiment.... Anyways, all you have to do is ask your friend what he/she is thinking about when he/she stones. You know.... looks at a distance, phases out, ignores you, says huh when you talk to him/her. That person will then tell you what he/she was thinking about, then you ask a follow up question, "Why are you thinking about that?". That person will then give some weird link up, and that shows the level of thought/maturity of that person at that point in time. One good way to find out more about a person, is to tap into their subconscious, consciously of course. Unless you're Leonardo DiCaprio, or Ellen Page in Inception.
Boom takataka, boom tst kak boom, boom takataka, boom tsk kak taka, Shing!
EoYs coming up in a few weeks time. Not prepared yet. SIP due soon too, not done with that either. CI needs to be submitted soon, about to finish that. I guess time's running out.
I haven't been going for band lately, I just keep telling myself that I'm tired and sleeping is definitely a better option. But maybe this just shows I've lost passion. Maybe I never had the passion in the first place. Everytime I go for band, I hope to learn something new. I've always wanted to be able to play the drums and mallets with ease, but I still suck. Its probably just not my thing. Learning the drums is still in my checklist though. It's just band, don't like the environment, keep letting people down.
Unchecked Checklist (not in any particular order):
1. Learn Drums. Its all by feel. Put that feel in Rhythm and you got yourself a drummer.
2. Do Magic. I have horrible presentation. I don't have that magical touch
3. Find out who I am
Thats a pathetic checklist. I blame STM.
I realised that talking cock actually affects people. I tend to blabber on about stupid stuff and my flawed philosophy stuff that floats around in my head, and a few days ago, that blabbering actually was absorbed by my sis. Maybe I really DO make sense. WOW. Whatever lol.
BANG BANG BOOM BAM!
Need to write censorship song soon. Any ideas oh empty audience? What do I hear back there in the corner seat? "Mental Block" I hear. You know..... the censoring of the subconscious? Haha. Shall ponder about it.
SOCIAL EXPERIMENT! I don't really know whether its really a social experiment.... Anyways, all you have to do is ask your friend what he/she is thinking about when he/she stones. You know.... looks at a distance, phases out, ignores you, says huh when you talk to him/her. That person will then tell you what he/she was thinking about, then you ask a follow up question, "Why are you thinking about that?". That person will then give some weird link up, and that shows the level of thought/maturity of that person at that point in time. One good way to find out more about a person, is to tap into their subconscious, consciously of course. Unless you're Leonardo DiCaprio, or Ellen Page in Inception.
Boom takataka, boom tst kak boom, boom takataka, boom tsk kak taka, Shing!
Thursday, May 27, 2010
[H]oly [B]abi [L]ah
This is shit. I wrote this down in brown ink on a piece of white paper. I wrote it down because I kept saying it in my head, and the only way to get rid of it, was to write it out. The best thing to do when you get a fairly significant thought in your head is to write it down. But writing 'fuck' isn't too nice sometimes, and muttering it under your breath is good enough. As I write this post, I'm aware that I have less then 10 hours before I leave for Malaysia for 3 days, and that I have to comment on a political cartoon, type an essay and a SIP proposal. It doesn't look good.
Every time I think of doing work, I lie down and sleep. Its a habit. And if I tell myself that I should get up and do work, I would think "I won't be able to do it, don't bother". Well people might just say I'm lazy. Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. I don't like doing something if I don't see the point of it, it doesn't make sense, or if I know I have no clue how the end product would be like if I did not refer to anyone else's work. If I know my work won't be of quality or won't be different, I'd rather just copy. But this is obviously bad. I use flawed logic.
1. There is work to be done, its MCQ or Short-answer questions
2. Other people have done it. Reliable sources available.
3. Obvious opportunity presents itself. Use their answers.
4. Use their answers.
BUT WHY?
Because:
1. You are given the choice to use your own brain, or use the products of someone else's brain. (crude phrasing)
2. Waste time doing it on your own, where the opportunity cost is using the time to sleep, watch tv or E-lepak (slack online). Technology does wonders. And so does Ctrl+C and Ctrl+V
3. Fail or Pass with flying colours. I think the latter will suffice.
Don't copy its bad. (This is a half truth)
Ok I have now relieved my tension. Bye.
Every time I think of doing work, I lie down and sleep. Its a habit. And if I tell myself that I should get up and do work, I would think "I won't be able to do it, don't bother". Well people might just say I'm lazy. Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. I don't like doing something if I don't see the point of it, it doesn't make sense, or if I know I have no clue how the end product would be like if I did not refer to anyone else's work. If I know my work won't be of quality or won't be different, I'd rather just copy. But this is obviously bad. I use flawed logic.
1. There is work to be done, its MCQ or Short-answer questions
2. Other people have done it. Reliable sources available.
3. Obvious opportunity presents itself. Use their answers.
4. Use their answers.
BUT WHY?
Because:
1. You are given the choice to use your own brain, or use the products of someone else's brain. (crude phrasing)
2. Waste time doing it on your own, where the opportunity cost is using the time to sleep, watch tv or E-lepak (slack online). Technology does wonders. And so does Ctrl+C and Ctrl+V
3. Fail or Pass with flying colours. I think the latter will suffice.
Don't copy its bad. (This is a half truth)
Ok I have now relieved my tension. Bye.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Test Run
My blog is dead. I can infer that my soul had died. It has been revived. Thank you MLIA. Dam you Red Bull. I will sue you if I get diabetes.
Anywho, the point of this post is to start on my proposed project on writing a story about my beloved class, 09v13. Be-loved. Interpret. Also take note that the main point of each and every post on this blog is primarily to waste your (the consumer) time and for me (the producer) to enjoy all benefits (e.g. Laughing at the idi... lovely & awesome people who read my blog)
Let's start.
Uniquely OneThree. Chapter One: The Beginning
It all started when 24 students from various different school were gathered together in one class on one fateful day. I don't remember when that fateful day was, as I have STM. However, I do remember that it was the day where each of the 24 people were to have a turn, or rather a twist in their life. It was our individual decisions that brought us here, together, but it was a greater being that got 24 of the most crazy and partly awesome (in our own way) people into one class, one political entity. The second part is an example of how awesome we are. I'm not quite sure what a political entity is, unfortunately. This is probably because I forgot to pay attention during Lang Arts class. Anyways I never understood our teacher's Chimology which she conveniently did not explain and instead let us wonder what the hell she was talking about. Sometimes small scraps of paper, which for some REALLY strange reason got a teacher pissed when I wrote notes on them, really help me understand the topic and get my juices flowing. By juices I mean saliva. Thankfully many of the people in the class sleep during lessons, and one very awesome and unique fella donates packets of tissue to those in need.
I have really no idea how I got from humble beginnings to drooling. Therefore, thus, hence, henceforth, in conclusion, I'm starting a new paragraph.
My class, 09v13, is an extremely awesome class. However, our definition of awesome might differ from your definition. We use a totally different dictionary. Our awesome is actually not awesome, its average. (I <3 MLIA). Well one very philosophical monkey once said, "If everything is right, nothing is left". Digest that. How I interpret that very simple quote is that 'There is no such thing as perfect, no such thing as being happy and awesome all the time, no such thing as being high forever. Because if everything is right, nothing is left for us to ponder over, to feel guilty about, to change for the better, to share our hardships.' A very inspirational speaker once said, as he quotes from another source, "When 2 or more people go through the same life-threatening, fearful and scariest moment of their lives together, they develop a close bond that no one can break." (It goes along the lines of that, I hope you get what I mean. I really hope so.)
This class has gone through many phases or 'eras' as I like to call it, but we have pulled through them and.... probably did something that made us change for the better. We have lost trusts, gained stronger friendships and gone through life changing moments, for some. But I have to say, I really am proud of 09v13, so far. Actually I'm more of amazed then proud. I don't think being proud of this class is a good thing, seeing our ever so slightly improving results. Well more will come in the next chapter, which would probably be about how awesome a certain group of radical "terrorists" who basically wreak terror to themselves and provide entertainment to others.
Au revoir!
(Tag and maybe donate some moolah!)
Anywho, the point of this post is to start on my proposed project on writing a story about my beloved class, 09v13. Be-loved. Interpret. Also take note that the main point of each and every post on this blog is primarily to waste your (the consumer) time and for me (the producer) to enjoy all benefits (e.g. Laughing at the idi... lovely & awesome people who read my blog)
Let's start.
Uniquely OneThree. Chapter One: The Beginning
It all started when 24 students from various different school were gathered together in one class on one fateful day. I don't remember when that fateful day was, as I have STM. However, I do remember that it was the day where each of the 24 people were to have a turn, or rather a twist in their life. It was our individual decisions that brought us here, together, but it was a greater being that got 24 of the most crazy and partly awesome (in our own way) people into one class, one political entity. The second part is an example of how awesome we are. I'm not quite sure what a political entity is, unfortunately. This is probably because I forgot to pay attention during Lang Arts class. Anyways I never understood our teacher's Chimology which she conveniently did not explain and instead let us wonder what the hell she was talking about. Sometimes small scraps of paper, which for some REALLY strange reason got a teacher pissed when I wrote notes on them, really help me understand the topic and get my juices flowing. By juices I mean saliva. Thankfully many of the people in the class sleep during lessons, and one very awesome and unique fella donates packets of tissue to those in need.
I have really no idea how I got from humble beginnings to drooling. Therefore, thus, hence, henceforth, in conclusion, I'm starting a new paragraph.
My class, 09v13, is an extremely awesome class. However, our definition of awesome might differ from your definition. We use a totally different dictionary. Our awesome is actually not awesome, its average. (I <3 MLIA). Well one very philosophical monkey once said, "If everything is right, nothing is left". Digest that. How I interpret that very simple quote is that 'There is no such thing as perfect, no such thing as being happy and awesome all the time, no such thing as being high forever. Because if everything is right, nothing is left for us to ponder over, to feel guilty about, to change for the better, to share our hardships.' A very inspirational speaker once said, as he quotes from another source, "When 2 or more people go through the same life-threatening, fearful and scariest moment of their lives together, they develop a close bond that no one can break." (It goes along the lines of that, I hope you get what I mean. I really hope so.)
This class has gone through many phases or 'eras' as I like to call it, but we have pulled through them and.... probably did something that made us change for the better. We have lost trusts, gained stronger friendships and gone through life changing moments, for some. But I have to say, I really am proud of 09v13, so far. Actually I'm more of amazed then proud. I don't think being proud of this class is a good thing, seeing our ever so slightly improving results. Well more will come in the next chapter, which would probably be about how awesome a certain group of radical "terrorists" who basically wreak terror to themselves and provide entertainment to others.
Au revoir!
(Tag and maybe donate some moolah!)
Monday, March 15, 2010
Huh? What?
I juz realised how weird my previous post was. But I have no recollection of what happened during the time of posting.
Anywho, I'm so screwed this March Hols. "Busy"
There's a resemblance between Psychiatrist - Peter (Forgetting Sarah Marshall) and Empire State of Mind (Jay-Z feat. Alicia Keys)
Just my $0.02
Anywho, I'm so screwed this March Hols. "Busy"
There's a resemblance between Psychiatrist - Peter (Forgetting Sarah Marshall) and Empire State of Mind (Jay-Z feat. Alicia Keys)
Just my $0.02
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