Mysteries of the World

Woohoo!!! Our form teacher is pregnant!! That means we'll be able to avoid her for......hmm....90 days? Everybody jump and scream!!! However, I pity the foetus in her womb. Poor soul. She/He doesn't know who the uterus belongs to. [Actually, one can only wonder who on earth wants to own the baby with her]. That witch.

Okay, enough talk about the witch. I can't possibly do that on a friend's birthday, especially when she's hoping for the teacher to run away too. Yes, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MELISSA!! Now we can all hate the Petaling district together =).

It's also a delight to know that I escaped from being caught by the vast number of prefects scrutinizing every student during the Monday assembly. Looks like the mistake of "not wearing the tie" has been degraded to "not a mistake at all". So now, everyone is encouraged not to wear ties to school on Mondays as no prefect will notice. *Laugh together with me*.

Anyway, dogs are addicted to licking their own paws. Once they start, they can't stop. And that's why Silkie is wearing a cone around her head now. Poor dog.

And this is for Cassandra:
You know, the Rahman Putra club president loves to sue his club members for "trying to defame him". Rumours have it that he spent more than 100,000 ringgit from sueing people. His lawyer is said to live a happy and full life. Good thing the club is going to change the president tomorrow (26/4, Sunday).

(Forgive the posts which are getting shorter and shorter)
[You copycat!!]

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A Dedication

Sometimes,
I wonder what the world would be like
Without you.
What you say,
The way you think,
It changes everything.
You think it's different
But does it show?
Do you take the effort?
Are you a compulsive liar,
Or just plain unconscious about yourself?
Oh how I would love to burst your bubble,
That childish belief
In your own impeccability.

*Dedicated to several human beings who don't know what they're doing.*

Finally, American Idol is down to the final 5. Things should get more interesting......I remembered I used to think Adam Lambert was freaky since the goth style was quite distracting (no, don't throw your eggs yet!). But then, his vocal prowess convinced me later on. And, not to mention the amazing ability to change an upbeat disco song into a slow ballad-styled song. Super cool.

"Keep up the good work." -Jessica Goh- =P

Since I've mentioned Jessica's quote, I might as well tell you that the people within the vicinity of Jessica's insanity has been catching this "quote virus" very easily. I'd love to inject this madness into our choir group, but figured that we were already mad enough anyway. Darn choir!! (Mel knows this too.....).

You know what? It would've been a very interesting lesson if Yi Jing had done the star jumps. She couldn't answer the question in the Moral subject game and had to pick a piece of paper with her doom written on it. She got my punishment and was very shocked to find that she had to star jump through the entire corridor of the block containing the most classrooms. Not surprisingly, when she read that punishment out to the class, everyone stared straight at me. Geez, was it that obvious that I wrote it? (Must be my signature weird stuff). Every other punishment was just the same old boring stuff like pay money to the class fund (YES!!!!!). So mine should have been carried out. I mean, how often do you see students star-jumping along the corridor?

Unfortunately, the teacher thought it was too troublesome, not to mention time-consuming. She ended paying to the class fund anyway, which benefits me as well.

Wow. It just occured to me that my class is lucky I'm not under the Production department in Nostalgia. If I was, I'd be waving the advertisement paper at the class everyday yelling at the world to sponsor the school's magazine.

Be afraid. Be very very afraid.

*PS : Can you PLEASE click >HERE< and warm up all the darn eggs?

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Turmoil

Ignore the title for the time being and allow a moment of laughter.

What would you do if a friend broke a trophy you've earned?
A. Cry
B. Put up a fight
C. Request for a new one
D. Blame the school for giving out lousy trophies
E. Laugh

As dumb/weird as it seems, I laugh.

For example:
On Monday, Cassandra accidentally (mis)placed my Maths quiz trophy on the edge of my table, causing it to fall 1000 metres under the sea XD. It broke into two pieces seconds before my Maths teacher walked into the classroom. While the whole class made primitive howls and groans and gasps, I sat there calmly, staring at my trophy.

Laughing.

Yes, laughing.

The fragile trophy is broken, why am I laughing??

I'm not very sure about that myself, but think of it this way: Now, I can live happily ever after and tell everyone about the heroic adventures of my trophy, how it fell to its doom, how it was saved in the end.......Something like that. I wouldn't want to waste my time hating the school for giving such lousy trophies to the students, nor do I wish to blame a friend who made my trophy's life more epic and exciting.

And, just as I've read somewhere, if you accept your current situation, things work out well. In the end, (thanks to the lousy trophy), the broken part could actually be fixed back to normal (how worthy). And I've got a bonus. My trophy now makes an odd clicking sound which I can use to annoy people or maybe even play it as an instrument. NOW, my trophy harbours rich experiences the others didn't get. Serves you right, people. Go break your trophies!!

Oh, about the quizzes.....There were the Maths and Science categories. Out of 6 winners, 3 Batai swept 5 spots. Hallelujah!!! We completely sabotaged both the quizzes. Only the winner for the Maths quiz hailed from Balau (Ghee Ken). Angeline and I secured the other 2 spots for Maths. You should've heard the teacher's voice when she announced the Science winners.

"Adrian John Leong [something something] from 3 Batai.......Lim Jon Zhen, also from 3 Batai.......and Wong Wan Jyn.....ALSO from 3 Bataiiiii......"

She was getting bored of mentioning our class and was delighted when she saw 3 Balau's name.

First for Maths was Gheek, second was me, third was Angeline.

Okay, so it's not a very good achievement after all. I blame myself for being careless [as well as the school for not specifying certain things]. I could've got that idiotic Science quiz prize too if it weren't for stupid mistakes! Darndarndarndarndarn. I lost to Wan Jyn by ONE mark. Pht.

Back in class [after my trophy's resurrection], Cas was talking to me about the positions in a competition.

Cassandra
Me

The only problem with the 3 medals is the silver medal.
Oh really? Why?
If you got the bronze, you can say, "At least I got something." If you got the gold, you'll say, "At least I won the whole thing." But if you get the silver, all you can say is, "I ALMOST won."
No, that's not true. If I get the silver medal, I can always say, "At least I got the nicest colour among all three medals!"

Well, silver goes well with turqouise trophies. Yeah, the trophies are turqouise. Transparent turquoise. The best part is.....it's "scratchy"! Something similar to the likes of frosted glass. Good thing I like that texture.

During choir practice on the same day, I managed to manipulate Zi Ying's thoughts. She was busy killing plants when I told her about some scientific mumbo jumbo about caterpillars and how they devour the plant from within. Then came the ridiculous part when I told her she might have baby caterpillars on her hands. Melissa helped the psychological attack and Zi Ying quickly ran off to wash her hands. Manipulative people like me would ask her to washed between her nails in case caterpillars........*eatyourcuticle* do something too obnoxious to be mentioned here.

Bright moments aside.........

There seems to be something that's irritating me a lot since the start of this week. Various people are digging their graves in my heart. One of them is, you can guess, Pn Nomi. Gosh, she is starting to really get on my nerve. Thank goodness the fire drill ate up 10 minutes of her lesson. Only. Oh, Bossy, Irritating, Tainted Chicken-Head. Read the initials if you didn't get it.

Apart from her, the new government is really egging me now. I'm not supposed to say much, but you get the point. THEY'RE NOT CHANGING THE EDUCATION SYSTEM!!!!!! [And loads of other disturbing facts about the PM].

I don't know what I've been doing lately, but a strange feeling has popped up all of a sudden. 2 strange feelings, actually.

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They don't notice,
Only because they don't know.

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The Entertainer

If I were to blog about this week, it would be about how I managed to juggle my time as The Entertainer for MAC, the "highlight" of the year, as well as managing to conquer Mount Homework (after many failed attempts to do so). That would make my post seem lifeless because, as you can guess, what other things does it involve other than skipping lessons?

The only interesting incident (which I missed out on) was seeing the "masterpiece" of the 4 Belian madmen, who constantly invade our classroom, since they are one of the "floating classes". Poor Sha Lynn and gang.

Apparently, their boys played a belated April Fool's prank on our class monitor's (and gang's) books by interlocking a pair of textbooks together (and applying glue on "strategic pages" to make sure both books never come off). I wonder why I never thought of that as a prank to play on others.

Anyway, today was the special day for all the nerds of the school, who took the limelight in the hall. The day I perform for those nerds like some maniac. The same goes for Yean Yi and Rachel, but I think I was the worst nut of all.

The violin performance wasn't well coordinated and I don't think everyone heard us. Geez, both of us violinists were supposed to get our own mic. But because Pn Cecilia thought we overpowered the singers, we were reduced to one mic for both, and ended up being so soft that no one could hear us.

We changed like crazy after our violin performance. Thanks to Mel's long-sleeved shirt, I could cheat my time and I ended up changing the fastest (eventhough I took my own sweet time to walk to the toilet), with an extra 5 minutes to spare before the choir's next performance. (Zi Ying pointed out that I could run with heels on. Never really noticed that myself since my heels are "quite short"). No sarcasm intended.

The choir went well, but Timothy said our diction for the English song was terrible. (Choir members, this is feedback from the audience......).

For those who weren't there to perform or receive any prizes.....hmmm, that's odd. Why would they want to turn up in school at all?

Let's review the statistics. All the classes only have 2-15-studens present. What about 3 Batai? 26 pupils. Now, this really forces us to reconsider placing this (weird) class as "the smartest class". Especially when oddballs like Timothy, Shafiq and Cassandra are about. (Oh, and me too....)

Eventhough we didn't do much in school because the teachers are eating..........I felt really amused and even glad that I turned up. Why? All thanks to the weird nuts.

It all started during recess. The performers and the oustanding students got to eat free food. And because I don't eat chicken (yes, I'm a pescetarian), I had to cajole Timothy to eat my chicken (and the rest of my rice) for me. Then all of a sudden, he became crazy and accused me of "trying to take over the world by forcing everyone to become fat". According to him, once everyone gets fat, they can't chase me otherwise they'll die of a heart attack. And he alleged me of trying to "make him fat". Goodness, Timothy exercises for more than 2 hours a day and he says he'll get fat??

Then, he went on talking about lots of illusionary crap and eventually ended up with stories of his old school. He kept saying his old school was "so stupid". There was this malay guy who actually came up to him and asked: "Timothy, kamu Portugis, kan?" (Timothy, you're a Portugese, aren't you?). Holy crap! His surname is SIM! TIMOTHY SIM. Not some long, english-like name. It's extremely obvious that Tim's a CHINESE.

And after that, the same guy asked: "Timothy, "Sim" tu maksud apa?" (Timothy, what does "Sim" mean?). *Bangs head*.

And for another time, the same guy got a 20-something mark for his maths exam. Do you know what he asked his teacher?

"Am I the highest?"
Teacher: From the bottom, or from the top?

Man, he really got Shu Wen and I howling with laughter. The people around us must have thought we were out of our minds. Well, that was probably what Calvin and Kelvin thought. XP. They were both sitting opposite us (at different times) and were tracking our conversation from Scrabble to those nonsensical topics. (Kelvin plays scrabble too! Yay!). I must say poor Timothy has finally lost it.

It was Cassandra and Shafiq's turn when we went back to class (in 3 Belian). We combined with Belian and Semarak. Shafiq was initially showing us stupid/amusing card tricks which had something to do with heartbeats. I'm really terrible at card tricks and so, I found his trick highly interesting. Unfortunately, he wouldn't say a thing about his secret trick as it was "using his own heartbeat".

Cassandra finally made a breakthrough by changing the topic into "dares". She dared Shafiq to "confess his love" for the teacher in front of the class. He brushed it off as an easy stunt. Obviously easier than what he was about to dare Cas.

In the end, Cas had to do star-jumps from Pn Lam's class all the way up to the end of the coridor, which means embarassing herself in front of the other teachers.

She didn't finish the feat anyway, but she did embarass herself a lot in front of Pn Lam's class.

The public phone in the school has also joined in the mad fun. All it said the whole time was : "Error: Failed to read card" or something along that line. As Cas and I were wandering elsewhere to look for a functional phone, Cas freaked a Form 4 guy out.

"Hi, human".

I think he was a little too freaked out as he let us use the phone first. And we found out that this phone booth was completely dead. Cas continued to freak the poor guy out and even told him he looked like a certain scrabble freak we know of.

Poor human.

I ended up using Iman's handphone. Oops. Don't say anything, okay? (Phones not allowed.....)

Oustanding moments written down. Now, I can clean my natural hard disk.

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Debate Workshop

Debate Workshop
Then, there was today. Quite an "amusing" day on my behalf. April Fools are abundant wherever you go and today seems to prove just that.

I arrived in school to find myself being surrounded by all the other English freaks of the school. I stuck by Melissa's side as she was a mosquito magnet, which made me safe from mosquito attacks. I was scaring almost everyone when I said I brought a scrabble word list along. Suddenly, everyone seemed to back away, as if the nerdy virus was contagious or something. We went to HELP college without Ghee Ken, the second scrabble freak of the school (he went for Ceng Beng).

Once there, we helped ourselves with glorious food. The sandwiches were great (No, they're not heavenly. Just ordinary). After our quick breakfast, we made our way to level 4. The debaters would be in the auditorium while the "trainees" attending the workshop would be in another sad room.

Us Form 3s, being "trainees", had to be separated from our legendary counterparts. We shedded our respectable DJ debater roles and went into full-kiddy mode (or maybe that just applied to me). Melanie (she wasn't wearing her prefect uniform) was really fooling around, hunting for "cute" guys. She obviously had nothing better to do. I borrowed Daniel's blazer (the prefects except Krystle and Melanie brought their blazers along so as to look "professional"). Oops, those 2 prefects are only Daniel and Shu Wen.

Anyway, Melanie found out that some guy's name was Christopher after amusing herself by having eye contacts with people around the room. All I did the whole time was to bore Emily, Daniel and Shu Wen about scrabble, scrabble and scrabble. Apparently, I noticed I was the noisiest person overall, losing only to Melanie. I think everyone thought I was mad, talking so animatedly about a boring topic called Scrabble. Luckily the room wasn't half full yet. Yet.

All of a sudden, the whole room turned into a carnival, with people walking and running everywhere. Then, us DJians were saying something about a black-shirted guy who was Daniel's cousin being present. After a few seconds of topsy-turviness, we made new friends when Melanie introduced yet another guy (sigh) to us named Kar Jin.

Since no one was sitting on my left, some guy had to squeeze in (geez, of all spots). Then, he introduced himself as Kai Hung and said he was from Methodist Boys School (MBS) a.k.a. Monkey Boys School. Amusing. After figuring he should be intelligent enough, I started to strike an intellectual conversation regarding scrabble in his school, but failed to get any results except lots of groaning and moaning from my schoolmates.

Then, we met another girl named Juliana from some school. (Melanie makes friends fast).

After a while, a few people called all the Form 4 students over to the auditorium. Thinking it would be better there, Natasha, Zi Ying and I ran over to check out what's up. Actually, Form 3's weren't allowed there, but being DJians (proud smirk), Pn Tan gave us the unauthorized permission to masquerade as Form 4 students for the day and sit there in the auditorium. So, the 3 of us ran around like kids here and there to call our fellow friends. The MBS people weren't convinced and said that the smaller room was better (we had to watch the workshope from the other room through a small screen). I won't pick that option.

And so, we went to the auditorium and I ended up sitting behind a guy with extremely spiky hair. After a while, the MBS came to join us in the auditorium and sat behind us. I managed to squash most of the major points in one A4 page while Natasha had to go and waste paper.

I noticed I couldn't see the screen that clearly from the beginning. The spiky hair in front of me didn't make matters any better. If the guy sat up straight, his hair looked as if it were eating up the speaker who was busy pointing out important winning factors. When he tilted his head to the right, his hair would completely pulverize the speaker. His hair also ate up part of the screen, which caused more problems. At one point, I just wanted to act uncivilized, lick my 2 palms, and just push all his hair down flat on his head. Sadly, I didn't have the guts to do that. I was sitting next to a teacher.

During one point Mr Latif, the workshop speaker, said that adding statistical analysis in your argument doesn't necessarily determine the outcome of the debate. At that point, I got so frustrated with out loss I actually said out loud, "Screw that debate round......". The guy in front of me and his friend turned behind to see a cartoon agonizing over some funny problem. Our adjudicator was in the toilet and didn't hear that!!! AAAAAAhhhhhhh. Pn Tan!!! Why? Why? Why?

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm being kiasu.

After that moment, the guy in front kept looking behind at me, as if I was some serial killer or something, waiting to pounce and lash at him (okay, maybe that was what I planned to do anyway).

At the end of the 1st session, we had a break. Out of nowhere, the guy in front of me asked me what school we (bunch of freaks) were from. Natasha and I were like, "DJ, Damansara Jaya!" And I think the guy is some sort of psychic because he asked me after that, "Was my hair blocking you?"

Gosh, that was amusing. I didn't even say that to anyone. And then, he called Zi Ying and Natasha and I were surprised. Zi Ying and him were from the same class last time (meaning he was same age as us, get it?) and apparently, HE was Daniel's cousin. I think he changed his shirt or something (or maybe my ears need changing). Big whoops. Fortunately I didn't have the guts to be mean to him, otherwise I would end up as DJ's prefectorial target of harassment. Oh, he was quite good-looking too, anyway. (I'm sorry, Daniel. Don't tell your cousin what I said about the fingers one......oops....).

We were further interrogated by Daniel's cousin (I'm even more sorry here, since I did not find out what his name was) about what form we were in. [I'll just call this guy DC until he gets a name from either Zi Ying or Daniel himself].

To be very sure of our circumstances, Zi Ying and I went down to question Latif personally. While waiting, we heard some pretty amusing questions being asked as well. When it finally came to our turn, he asked which school we came from. When we answered "DJ for Damansara Jaya," you should have seen everyone's reactions. All those students from other schools gasped as though they just saw ghosts. Oh, this is what you get for being in the top debating school. It was awesome when the Form 4 students stared at us with awe and respect. Even the college kids were staring at us like heroes. That was, until we mentioned we were "trainees".

The atmosphere wasn't that serious, actually. The debaters preparing for the mock debate were quite funny. The opposition leader kept mentioning loudly that the microphone makes him sound weird. The opposition's second speaker was smiling everywhere the whole time. The prime minister was saying random things like:
1. The government's stand is that the guy over there should change his hairstyle......
2. The government believes that the chicken crossed the road......

After that, Zi Ying and I went to toilet and I followed her to the other room to get her long lost bottle. Finally.......after an eternity, we went back to our seats in peace.

All our places were reshuffled except the Mels, Zi Ying, Natasha and I. The rest of the DJ Form 3s were in the middle of the auditorium. At first, I wanted to asked the lot of us to move further in front, but it seems that everyone was doing that at the same time. Even the spiky hair dude was moving forward, although I think they wanted to squash between the 2 DJ gangs at first. I saw them coming in our row at first (Aww, I think the DC fellow missed Zi Ying and wanted to be near her or something). Or maybe the moving forward thought occurred on everyone's minds at the same time.

Darn. And I thought aliens' minds were supposed to be more advanced than puny humans.

Speaking of humans, Melanie just found out a rather disturbing fact about the MBS guy. He actually asked her if *ahemiahem* was single. Be nice to nerds, man. Shudders. And Natasha asked to say "I have a boyfriend"? Humans, humans. Sad....and he did sit next to *cough* and Nat dared to point he was flirting. Earthlings these days....Forgive them.

Aaaaaaaaaand......the mock debate started. The motion was something that went along the lines of "The Government would pay for cosmetic surgery" or something like that. The Prime Minister wasn't that strong after all. My favourite speakers were....very different in manner, so I liked all 3 OPPOSITION speakers. The first speaker was very precise and liked to make fun of the proposition's ideas and call the ideas crazy (oh, did I mention he started off his speech by asking the members on the floor whether we could hear him without the mic because it made him sound weird). The 2nd opposition speaker was very sarcastic and finds pleasure in insults. At one point, he even insulted the Prime Minister (of the debate, not of the country). Overall, he was good as he didn't stammer at all. The 3rd Oppo speaker was so calm and amusingly funny.

To quote a few lines from them:
You would rather pay for people who need cosmetic surgery than for those who are dying. That's crazy. [1]
Cosmetic surgery is not allowed in Muslim. So, you are not benefiting the 60% of Muslims in the country, equivalent to neglecting them. [1]
Have you heard of exercise, sir? [2]
How many fat, poor people have you seen? (After he mentioned that these people got fat after eating a lot. Eating a lot requires money, so these people aren't poor at all). [2]
The speaker could do with liposuction, yet he seems confident enough. (Whoa!) [2]
It's your turn to warm your seats. [3]

There are more, but these are the more memorable ones I've stored.

Many people found the 3rd Proposition speaker quite irritating. Apart from her squeaky voice, she was quite short-tempered and kept asking the poor Oppositions to "continue warming their seats as they were not warm enough" whenever they wanted to POI. At some point when they couldn't take it anymore, all 3 Opposition speakers stood up at once, which was a pretty cool sight.

The reply speech was weird. Everyone was expecting the Proposition's 2nd speaker to be doing the reply, but it was their first speaker doing it. That was like some mistake or something. Anticlimax.

After the mock debate, Zi Ying helped me look for the mechanical pencil I dropped as I was cheering for the cool 2nd Oppo speaker. Then, both of us went for lunch.

The queue for food was crazy. There were, however, 2 lines. Very long lines. Well, one was actually shorter than the other. And people were weird because no one wanted to go to the shorter line. We saw DC there and 3 of us started talking animatedly about the mock debate. Somehow, Zi Ying and I were so animated, we followed DC who took the longer lane. Everyone who came after us followed suit and no one else took the short lane anymore.

When we were nearing the food (at last!), the shorter lane was already nearly empty. DC offered to go check out what difference there was in that line. He quickly came back and said that the other line was for vegetarians. After a while, the place was completely empty and there was a kind school who told us to line up there. I explained why no one was there and they said all the food was the same.

The truth was simple. I'm hungry. So I don't really care whether it's vegetarian or not, it's still edible. In my final attempt to get food, I rushed over and Natasha followed me. It was only then that DC swapped lines and followed us (geez, was he dreaming before this?? Vegetarian food.....?) [And Zi Ying, if he was following someone, it'll be Natasha. I just provide laughter]. And all those pesky followers behind the long line started to shift. Zi Ying refused to move because "once a guy comes up with a plan, he sticks to the plan".

Firstly, Zi Ying isn't a guy. And the whole plan is to get food. Fast.

The food was great. And somehow, I just started talking nonsense from lunch onwards. Abhilaash thought I was weird, since I was trying to debate the "fact" that aliens breath nitrogen gas.

When we were waiting ouside the auditorium after lunch (for the competition balloting, which we didn't join), I was nearly screaming : Aliens have invaded our brains. Therefore, our brains absorb nitrogen. Daniel and Shu Wen were taking pictures of me screaming so that they can send my picture to the world's leading scientists for further studies to be carried out. Not quite the smartest thing to do after all.

"Brains don't absorb nitrogen! Listen to us! Who's the real alien here?!?........Oh yeah, you are."
-Daniel Ong-

Very amusing.

DJ is against Sri Aman.

That pretty much wraps up my whole week.

I'm looking forward to more workshops in colleges. The food is great. (Minus the distractions).

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