It takes awhile to admit that you have failed. As much as I hate to admit, I do not like losing. After every defeat, I take some time to think about what had happened and why did I not win. More often than not I blame myself rather than the circumstances.
A few backs I stated that I was gonna try the 21 day theory where it was said that any activity will become an addiction if indulged upon for 21 days….in a row. So I set myself to wake up at 6 in the morning everyday and work the treadmill. After school I would study for at least an hour or so. Everyday…for 21 days!
Well I did pretty good for the first week. No problemo and I was feeling rather content with myself. Alas everything crumbled on the 8th day. I failed to wake up although I have a friggin loud alarm clock and my maid to wake up personally. Sure I look like I was awake for that particular minute but a few secs after my maid left and snoozing my alarm clock, I crumble back behind the sheets.
It’s hard! And I have no1 else to blame but me. Well duhh, this all revolves around me! Anyway I reasoned this to my lack of discipline and zeal. Try as I may but I will succumb to my wants rather than my rationale. = A defeat is a defeat and I have to go now to lick my wounds and contemplate what went wrong. But I shall try to conquer this again….end year hols maybe? Well…just MAYBE!!
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Where's L6BF?
I was feeling rather confident that day. I ascended the flight of stairs like I would usually and when I reached the 3rd floor, 2 friends were talking to each other on the corridor. Hmm, nthg peculiar there so I took a right and entered thru the door. I slide off the sling from my shoulders and took the bag by it’s handle and was about to let it off on the table when I noticed smth different.
The tables were all arranged thus that 5 tables were in a column where as in my class, there were only 2 tables to 1 column and there were 4 columns. Secondly, all the tables there were blue and new but tables in my class are old and shabby and made up of orange, brown and blue. So hmmm…..WEIRD!
Oblivious, I managed to look up and omgwtfinthisoworldhappened? The girls in my class were, uh… different! Did an alien invasion occur where they turn every1 into smth else? I was blur and spotted a blur look. So I did what I thought was the best thing to do, I turned and left. But I went only a few ft from my s’posed ‘class’ and asked Weng Chuan and Koi Yi where the heck did my class fly to. I’ll show it to u in a dialogue form.
Me : “Where’s L6BF?”
WC : *points up* “upstairs?”
Me : *blur look* ( I thought im on the 3rd floor so upstairs meant that it’s the roof and I thought he was fooling me) So I asked again. “Where’s L6bf ?”
WC : *points up(again)* “Upstairs la”
Me : *look at both of em stupidly and with a blur look*
KY : "This is the 2nd floor la!"
Me : "Shit!"
The convo lasted for about 2 mins which meant that the ppl in the class prolly stared at me for 2 mins and I spotted the blur look for 2 mins and WC and KY thinking im friggin blur for 2 mins. So I ran up another flight of stairs after telling them to keep it a secret.
Hmmm, they were quite good at keeping secrets. Altho I did tell my buds what happened but soon after, every1 seems to know bout it. And my classmates were talking and laughing bout that matter. Hmmm, well the sacrifices I make to make my classmates happy! ;)
Full of confidence I came and full of confidence I went home. Whispers could be heard while walking to my car. “Where is l6bf?...this is 2nd floor la”. Oh well, at least now I know for sure that I have to ascend 6 flight of stairs b4 reaching my classroom!! Cheers!!!
The tables were all arranged thus that 5 tables were in a column where as in my class, there were only 2 tables to 1 column and there were 4 columns. Secondly, all the tables there were blue and new but tables in my class are old and shabby and made up of orange, brown and blue. So hmmm…..WEIRD!
Oblivious, I managed to look up and omgwtfinthisoworldhappened? The girls in my class were, uh… different! Did an alien invasion occur where they turn every1 into smth else? I was blur and spotted a blur look. So I did what I thought was the best thing to do, I turned and left. But I went only a few ft from my s’posed ‘class’ and asked Weng Chuan and Koi Yi where the heck did my class fly to. I’ll show it to u in a dialogue form.
Me : “Where’s L6BF?”
WC : *points up* “upstairs?”
Me : *blur look* ( I thought im on the 3rd floor so upstairs meant that it’s the roof and I thought he was fooling me) So I asked again. “Where’s L6bf ?”
WC : *points up(again)* “Upstairs la”
Me : *look at both of em stupidly and with a blur look*
KY : "This is the 2nd floor la!"
Me : "Shit!"
The convo lasted for about 2 mins which meant that the ppl in the class prolly stared at me for 2 mins and I spotted the blur look for 2 mins and WC and KY thinking im friggin blur for 2 mins. So I ran up another flight of stairs after telling them to keep it a secret.
Hmmm, they were quite good at keeping secrets. Altho I did tell my buds what happened but soon after, every1 seems to know bout it. And my classmates were talking and laughing bout that matter. Hmmm, well the sacrifices I make to make my classmates happy! ;)
Full of confidence I came and full of confidence I went home. Whispers could be heard while walking to my car. “Where is l6bf?...this is 2nd floor la”. Oh well, at least now I know for sure that I have to ascend 6 flight of stairs b4 reaching my classroom!! Cheers!!!
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Hey, wanna see my baby? It's in the thrash bin!
A baby was found inside a thrash bin by a lady who was throwing away from thrash. Hmmm…. So a baby is like thrash eh? After so many episodes of soaps and series, you would think that humans have learnt to treasure life. Being alive is in itself a gift what more so when u’re able to bring life to earth!
The culprit was caught and omgcanyoubelieveit the mother was a 15 yr old who dropped out of school when she found herself to be pregnant. But society has an inclination to pity the sometimes stupid and weaker sex. No no, don’t classify this as another sexist comment…..yet. Every1 is blaming the guy for being irresponsible, inhumane and all sorts that will stereotype him as an evil person. Why not? He ran away (or will) after planting his fuckin’ seed with her fuckin egg. He is outright selfish and should be put into prison 1st for being an asshole and 2nd for engaging in under-age sex.
However, lets take a step back and analyze the situation for a moment. It takes two to tango, so it’s takes to 2 hv intercourse. If there’s only 1 party it’s called masturbation. So if the guy is blamed for being an ass, the girl should be blamed for being a whore. Hmmm… no, a stupid idiotic whore. Studies have shown that girls who stay longer in school have a lesser chance of becoming pregnant. It would seem that our education system is doing helluva job in bring knowledge and awareness. So another lesson learnt huh girls? Stay in school!!
Oh! Oh! I know another reason why girls allow themselves to be fucked at such a young age. They think if they have sex with their boyfriends, the guy would love them more. Awww… How sweet and naïve u are! Am I the only one who thinks that that is stupid? I aint gonna brood on this matter but I would like to state that If the eel doesn’t like the cave that as has found, he’s gonna leave and find another cave that is more to his liking.
God has given u brains not just to fill up ur empty head but for u to make good use of it. So please, I beg you to think before u act and brood over the consequences of ur actions. God bless!
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Gogogo... Storm the Front!!1
Safety off, 10 secs… 3, 2, 1 Game on! We all dashed in front in an effort to capture the flag 1st. But alas we were too late and soon we were hampered by heavy fire. Blasted things, don’t they ever run out of ammo? I stood to take aim but PEK!! Im hit! Im hit and was commanded to get out of the arena. The pain could be felt through my thick jeans. But I was laughing to myself. Damn that was fun!!
Hmmm… but what’s so fun about being shot at and enduring pain u might think? Well I cant even begin to describe it but while pellets are whizzing past u and ur adrenaline is pumping, the situations gets intense and exciting!! Hmmm.. u prolly wouldn’t believe what I told you. So u gotta try it yourself!!
It gets better if you have more people. I went with 17 others so it’s 9 a side. It was good but I’ll be more exciting if we had more people which in turn means more pellets flying at any given time. Try dodging em =).Oh, it’s not a very expensive sport either. With a body vest and helmet and an additional 4000 pellets, we only paid Rm 55! And the game lasted for 2 ½ hours. Where else can u find something so cheap yet exciting that can involve a lot of people? For those who played b4 come share ur experience with me. For those who haven’t, what are u waiting for? Get a group of friends and go paintball-ing! Hmmm.. call me along too =). That is all for now. Cheers
Hmmm… but what’s so fun about being shot at and enduring pain u might think? Well I cant even begin to describe it but while pellets are whizzing past u and ur adrenaline is pumping, the situations gets intense and exciting!! Hmmm.. u prolly wouldn’t believe what I told you. So u gotta try it yourself!!
It gets better if you have more people. I went with 17 others so it’s 9 a side. It was good but I’ll be more exciting if we had more people which in turn means more pellets flying at any given time. Try dodging em =).Oh, it’s not a very expensive sport either. With a body vest and helmet and an additional 4000 pellets, we only paid Rm 55! And the game lasted for 2 ½ hours. Where else can u find something so cheap yet exciting that can involve a lot of people? For those who played b4 come share ur experience with me. For those who haven’t, what are u waiting for? Get a group of friends and go paintball-ing! Hmmm.. call me along too =). That is all for now. Cheers
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Honest... I promise!
There was this blind guy who had a girlfriend. He loves nothing but her and likes no1 else. One day, the girls asks the guy how much he loved her. He replied in an encouraging tone that he will marry her when he's able to see.
Then one day, the doctor came with good news. There was a donor who donated his eyes and it is suitable for the guy. The operation was scheduled for in a few days time and the guy underwent the surgery successfully. After the surgery, the guy was shocked to find that his girlfriend was blind. The girl non-chalantly asked " Will u still marry me now ?" The guy replied coldy "NO!" The girl just smiled and said to him " It's alrite, just take care of my eyes"
Then one day, the doctor came with good news. There was a donor who donated his eyes and it is suitable for the guy. The operation was scheduled for in a few days time and the guy underwent the surgery successfully. After the surgery, the guy was shocked to find that his girlfriend was blind. The girl non-chalantly asked " Will u still marry me now ?" The guy replied coldy "NO!" The girl just smiled and said to him " It's alrite, just take care of my eyes"
Thursday, September 07, 2006
1st of 21 days!!
It is said that after 21-days, the things you do during that period becomes an addiction. I think that it requires you to perform the same activities everyday throughout that period although the timing of it may or may not vary. If one could perform the same activities on the same time for 3 weeks, he’s inhuman!
So I’ve brought it to myself to prove this ‘theory’. In fact, I’ve already started…today. I woke up at 0600, or tried to. I snoozed for another 15 mins b4 going down to the hall. 1st thing I did was to get the treadmill running b4 turning on my comp and play some music. My original intentions were to listen to BBC Hardtalk while jogging but listening to some guy interviewing some other guy doesn’t sound as appealing as pop stars singing in tune.
I worked the treadmill for 15 mins before heading to the bathroom to….. w\e people do in the toilet. Change into my sch uni and leave the house at 0710 hrs. Arrive at sch at 0725 today. Force myself to go thru the mundane and boring school hours till 1400 hrs. Return home and take my lunch. Maybe steal a catnap before studying. I planned to study for at least 1 hour or more per day, every day. Nevertheless, I only survived 50 mins and it was only on one subject. Bloody Hell, I aint good at this self-studying thing.
Dinner is usually at 1930 or 2000. Then I’ll indulge myself in a little comp time. Am currently playing Rome Total War: Barbarian invasion and boy oh boy has it got my hooked. Besides having hordes invading my territory, I had to deal with rebellion and betrayal. Anyway, after relaxing myself, I plan to study for another hour so or rather, the most probable scenario is me slouching on the sofa watching tv.
Before hitting the covers, I would read Time and/or The Economist mags which I’ve subscribed. Somehow, politics and real-world issues interest me a lot. Sadly, more than textbooks and notepads do. So this would be my routine for the next 20-days and in gods will shall I succeed in going thru the whole period w/o faltering. I’ve also heard that the 1st few and the last remaining days are the easiest where as days 10-16 are the hardest. I hope that after this 21-day ‘experiment’ studying will come as easy as a routine. Cheers!! =)
So I’ve brought it to myself to prove this ‘theory’. In fact, I’ve already started…today. I woke up at 0600, or tried to. I snoozed for another 15 mins b4 going down to the hall. 1st thing I did was to get the treadmill running b4 turning on my comp and play some music. My original intentions were to listen to BBC Hardtalk while jogging but listening to some guy interviewing some other guy doesn’t sound as appealing as pop stars singing in tune.
I worked the treadmill for 15 mins before heading to the bathroom to….. w\e people do in the toilet. Change into my sch uni and leave the house at 0710 hrs. Arrive at sch at 0725 today. Force myself to go thru the mundane and boring school hours till 1400 hrs. Return home and take my lunch. Maybe steal a catnap before studying. I planned to study for at least 1 hour or more per day, every day. Nevertheless, I only survived 50 mins and it was only on one subject. Bloody Hell, I aint good at this self-studying thing.
Dinner is usually at 1930 or 2000. Then I’ll indulge myself in a little comp time. Am currently playing Rome Total War: Barbarian invasion and boy oh boy has it got my hooked. Besides having hordes invading my territory, I had to deal with rebellion and betrayal. Anyway, after relaxing myself, I plan to study for another hour so or rather, the most probable scenario is me slouching on the sofa watching tv.
Before hitting the covers, I would read Time and/or The Economist mags which I’ve subscribed. Somehow, politics and real-world issues interest me a lot. Sadly, more than textbooks and notepads do. So this would be my routine for the next 20-days and in gods will shall I succeed in going thru the whole period w/o faltering. I’ve also heard that the 1st few and the last remaining days are the easiest where as days 10-16 are the hardest. I hope that after this 21-day ‘experiment’ studying will come as easy as a routine. Cheers!! =)
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Wave that flag A*hole...It's Merdeka!!
I’ve been trying to update my post for the past 2 weeks but to no avail. Every time I complete the introductory paragraph, my brain seems to freeze and I lose all the ideas I’ve had or I feel that the work done was unsatisfactory thus forcing myself to delete it.
So Malaysia was celebrating its 49th independence day on the 31st and everyone was glaringly excited about it. However, I felt nothing. It’s not so much shock than fright that overtook me. Here, a teenager with so much freedom and access to knowledge, living in a purportedly democratic country is not overly excited that his country has achieved independence for 49 yrs. Does the independence that our forefathers strived to achieve not matter?
However, does celebrating the event with so much joy and enthusiast make you more of a patriot than others? Or rather you think that waving the national flag and dressing with the nation’s colours means you’re more of a Malaysian than others? Open your eyes and you shall see that Independence has a grander meaning such that idiots will not be able to comprehend.
Our independence sees to it that we are able to enjoy what it means to live in a democracy. We are able to choose our government, our religion, the ability of move and speak w/o restriction so long as it abides by the law. The freedom of choice! We have enjoyed these privileges for so long that we seem to be taking it for granted.
So be thankful for that and whilst you cheer and clap and shout in joy in the celebration of Merdeka Day, keep a thought in the corner of you mind of that it means to be Independent!!
So Malaysia was celebrating its 49th independence day on the 31st and everyone was glaringly excited about it. However, I felt nothing. It’s not so much shock than fright that overtook me. Here, a teenager with so much freedom and access to knowledge, living in a purportedly democratic country is not overly excited that his country has achieved independence for 49 yrs. Does the independence that our forefathers strived to achieve not matter?
However, does celebrating the event with so much joy and enthusiast make you more of a patriot than others? Or rather you think that waving the national flag and dressing with the nation’s colours means you’re more of a Malaysian than others? Open your eyes and you shall see that Independence has a grander meaning such that idiots will not be able to comprehend.
Our independence sees to it that we are able to enjoy what it means to live in a democracy. We are able to choose our government, our religion, the ability of move and speak w/o restriction so long as it abides by the law. The freedom of choice! We have enjoyed these privileges for so long that we seem to be taking it for granted.
So be thankful for that and whilst you cheer and clap and shout in joy in the celebration of Merdeka Day, keep a thought in the corner of you mind of that it means to be Independent!!
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