It's just so fun to hang out with my favourite people after some time. The priceless moments. Their laughters which I've been missing since this year. Those random things under the sun that will stir a conversation which can last for 2 hours.
Let's lepak again some time soon! (:
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Personal Review on College Students
I feel that some of the students in college are wasting their parents' money by enrolling in courses which they don't even put an effort to perform. People have this particular idea that all college students are from rich families, and in our society, the misconception of rich-kids-wasting-away-in-college lingers in almost everyone's mind.
Some people go to college to acquire education of higher standards. Clearly, education in Malaysia is substandard when compared to... it's just substandard. I'm not discriminating rich students, but those who are obviously slacking off and wasting away every single day. They have their rights to study there because their fathers can afford to pay, but what do they do everyday? They skip class as they wish, come in late and leave early, they don't even bother to complete their homework! This is the time when I think the class-streaming system is useful.
There are a lot of us who want to do well and are clearly putting an effort in whatever they do. It's just sad to see some that don't even give a d*mn about anything and just come to college for... God knows what. They can afford to retake the course for as many times as they want because their parents can pay for them. Whereas for some, it's a do-or-die situation. I feel it's an insult for those hardworking students to be associated with these particular group. We're talking about stereotyping, again.
Maybe it's not my business to be so concerned about all these petty issues; I'm not involved, anyway. But, it's just my personal opinion.
Some people go to college to acquire education of higher standards. Clearly, education in Malaysia is substandard when compared to... it's just substandard. I'm not discriminating rich students, but those who are obviously slacking off and wasting away every single day. They have their rights to study there because their fathers can afford to pay, but what do they do everyday? They skip class as they wish, come in late and leave early, they don't even bother to complete their homework! This is the time when I think the class-streaming system is useful.
There are a lot of us who want to do well and are clearly putting an effort in whatever they do. It's just sad to see some that don't even give a d*mn about anything and just come to college for... God knows what. They can afford to retake the course for as many times as they want because their parents can pay for them. Whereas for some, it's a do-or-die situation. I feel it's an insult for those hardworking students to be associated with these particular group. We're talking about stereotyping, again.
Maybe it's not my business to be so concerned about all these petty issues; I'm not involved, anyway. But, it's just my personal opinion.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
The Reasons
There are a few reasons why I don't blog about my college life.
1. I need some privacy of thoughts and feelings. My blog is accessible by everyone, though it will not appear in the search engines. Plus, my comments aren't all that positive.
2. Hypocrites are everywhere. I don't have the liberty to know the all readers of my blog. Whatever I write here will somehow be 'improvised' into some other story maybe I may not know of. I bet this will be one.
3. I feel like I'm in the shoes of my classmate back in Form 5. Hence, this brings about another good reason. I don't want people to think I'm sensitive. I'm happy (sort of) with things the way they are now.
4. I'm still adapting to this new environment, though it has been 3 months. I'm already out of my comfort-zone; realized where I stand when I'm around new people.
8 more months and I'm out of here.
P/s: JPA shortlisted list of candidates is out. Good luck, friends! I guess no one's going to SP, right??? -___-
1. I need some privacy of thoughts and feelings. My blog is accessible by everyone, though it will not appear in the search engines. Plus, my comments aren't all that positive.
2. Hypocrites are everywhere. I don't have the liberty to know the all readers of my blog. Whatever I write here will somehow be 'improvised' into some other story maybe I may not know of. I bet this will be one.
3. I feel like I'm in the shoes of my classmate back in Form 5. Hence, this brings about another good reason. I don't want people to think I'm sensitive. I'm happy (sort of) with things the way they are now.
4. I'm still adapting to this new environment, though it has been 3 months. I'm already out of my comfort-zone; realized where I stand when I'm around new people.
8 more months and I'm out of here.
P/s: JPA shortlisted list of candidates is out. Good luck, friends! I guess no one's going to SP, right??? -___-
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Yuna's Short Story III
In reference to Yuna's second short story, there should be a sequel... but, it seems that this fellow author has lost inspiration in the process. Hence, a fresh story!
Bush's Roses
Yuna: .... Such an amount of awesomeness in such close proximity!
Later the treehouse grow into some sort of 5 storey tree bungalow,
Complete with natural theme park.
and the US plan to drop a nuclear bomb down here coz we're too dangerous
but instead the nuclear bomb fell and burst into flowers!
it cant stand the test of awesomeness...
Patsy: no lah obama's not that evil LOL
Yuna: hahahahaha nolah.. not obama, its bush pulling old connections
Patsy: hahahahaha yesh! another story
___
When Obama found out of course he got angry. He turned into some sort of hercules action figure looking kinda macho guy and stomped to Bush's residence. That time the thunder start to get quite loud somewhere in malaysia, but still not as loud as phelps not getting his tuna-themed ODM watch. (A/n: There was thunder that night.) Which in the end he settled for the crocodile (from peter pan) which he strapped around his arm to tell the time.
Yuna: did u watch peter pan?
Patsy: yeah
Apparently Phelps dished out that clock and inserted an digital one instead, that would tell the time in a smexy female voice, not unlike Patsy's.
So that it would actually be of any use instead of having to count the ticking seconds himself.
Anyway Obama met Bush in his office, I mean residence. He walked into Bush and Hilary having s i mean, discussing very important matters over some coffee.
Bush was annoyed of course, since Obama directly crashed into his room without knocking... though its understandable for Machobama *trademarked* to do that.
Anyway while Hilary was busy putting on her dre I mean... keeping away all the important files, Obama shouted at Bush about the nuclear bombing. Everybody knew it would burst into flowers, but being the pinhead he is, Bush decided to try anyway.
Bush was actually secretly hoping that a bouquet of roses would be among the nuclearburst flowers, because he was actually broke, having spent all his money bailing out legendary icon Michael Jackson (which incidentally has no relations to Michael Phelps other than being white)
and now he didn't even have money to give his wife a bouquet of flowers for their anniversary. Whoever she is, as nobody seems to know, it was rumoured that her anger creates louder thunderstorms than a tuna lacking Michael Phelps.
Therefore the nuclear blast was his last resort, but he couldnt let Machobama *trademarked* know, let alone the world.. he would be a laughing stock. The only person left to comfort him is Michael Jackson. How the both of them became such close friends is, until today, a mystery.
Anyway, after (miraculously) surviving an hour with Machobama *trademarked* in his residence, he took his pre-booked flight which he bought with the rest of his money, to Malaysia
so Bush arrived in Penang, Malaysia.
Being the President of the United States for so many years trains one to be extra sensitive to certain things. One of such is the ability to sense the awesomeness in a radius of 5km, and Bush could sense so much awesomeness in the remote jungles of Sarawak that he almost couldnt hear himself talking over the awesomeness.
Ironically, from a blast that could kill millions, the flowers created weren't much. Bush had to track the nuclearburst to a deeper part of the forest. When he arrived, he couldn't help but notice some sort of resort on the treetops, which had trained butler monkeys. The resort was 5 storeys high and seemed to have no way in.
Yuna: The reason the nuclear bomb burst into flowers is because we were too close in the same area and that lead to this story.
On further inspection, Bush found a partially concealed elevator. Temporarily forgetting his mission to find the rose bouquet, Bush stepped into the elevator, which didn't have any buttons.
For awhile he was puzzled, but then the elevator started to move. It stopped on the first floor, and a smexy voice appeared out of nowhere to tell him all he needed to know: "You require more awesomeness to access the other levels."
And so Bush had no choice but to explore the first floor in hopes that he would gain more awesomeness on his enlightening trip. The butler monkeys served him some fruit juice, but it was just too good that one could simply call it awesome juice. After a short walk, it seemed that the first floor was nothing more than a sightseeing platform, which was redundant considering there were only trees all around. But in this case Bush was thankful because he spotted the rose bouquet lying on the floor near this peculiar tree-resort.
He went back to the elevator and was about to step in when suddenly thunder and lightning cried across the skies. He wondered if it was Phelps being rejected the role in JAWS or perhaps Obama just realized the previous accounts books filled with his children's doodles.
But it suddenly struck him, it could be his wife being angry over him absent during their anniversary. She didnt forget. Elephants NEVER forget.
Anyway, he quickly rushed down the elevator the the bouquet of flowers. It was then that an unknown being swooped down suddenly and snatch away the roses and disappeared into the trees. A manly voice cried "THANKS FOR THE ROSESAAAAAAAaa..."
It was Tarzan!! Apparently Jane's birthday coincides with Bush's wedding anniversary.
Bush felt extremely down all of a sudden. He walked a few steps and almost felt like crying when Tarzan swooped by and drop the bouquet on his head, and swung away crying "JUST KIDDINGAAAAAaaaaa............."
Suddenly becoming happy again, Bush took the bouquet and made it back to the airport in a jiffy. It was then when he realized he spent all his money on the flight here and didnt buy the flight back to the US. Again, he almost felt like crying. Bush walked out of the airport clutching the roses. All of a sudden he saw something strange in the sea, something too big to be a fish but too small to be a shark, splashing around in the water.
He went closer and lo behold, it was Micheal Phelps, hunting for tuna.
How he actually came so far to the shores of Sarawak is, to date, still a mystery. Some speculate that Phelps was simply too powerful that he didnt realize he has travelled hundreds of KM away from home...... others speculate he was so powerful that he created some sort of warp in the ocean that brought him to wherever there's tuna. In either case, Phelps is simply powerful
Bush asked Phelps for help to get back to the US. Phelps, having devoted most of his time to swimming (or hunting for tuna, nobody knows for real), didn't know that Bush has lost in the elections and Obama has taken his place. But being a nice guy, Phelps decided to help out the guy without asking for anything in return. And so Bush climbed on Phelp's back and... well, lets not discuss how they actually made it back to the US.
It was rumoured that Phelps, being tired from searching for tuna and not finding any, didn't have the energy to swim back and they both ended up on some lost island and ended up being saved by the Simpsons family. It was ALSO rumoured that they both actually became gay in the swim back, and nobody wants to know what happened to the 2 gays in the middle of the gay ocean.
The last rumour was that Phelps simply helped Bush purchase tickets. But that would be devoid from awesomeness thus cut from the story.
Anyway, they both made it back to the US in time to give Bush's wife her roses. Bush, being extremely grateful, pulls some connections and grants Phelps a lifetime of tuna and that, is why the thunder and storm has subsided for tonight.
thank you
Patsy: hey true
Yuna: Yup
Patsy: no more thunders hahahahahaa
tyty *Bush's wife throws roses on stage*
*Bush looks at wife menacingly, after all the trouble of getting them*
fortunately Bush's temper does not result in thunderstorms, only some wrinkles in a random pool of water.
Bush's Roses
Yuna: .... Such an amount of awesomeness in such close proximity!
Later the treehouse grow into some sort of 5 storey tree bungalow,
Complete with natural theme park.
and the US plan to drop a nuclear bomb down here coz we're too dangerous
but instead the nuclear bomb fell and burst into flowers!
it cant stand the test of awesomeness...
Patsy: no lah obama's not that evil LOL
Yuna: hahahahaha nolah.. not obama, its bush pulling old connections
Patsy: hahahahaha yesh! another story
___
When Obama found out of course he got angry. He turned into some sort of hercules action figure looking kinda macho guy and stomped to Bush's residence. That time the thunder start to get quite loud somewhere in malaysia, but still not as loud as phelps not getting his tuna-themed ODM watch. (A/n: There was thunder that night.) Which in the end he settled for the crocodile (from peter pan) which he strapped around his arm to tell the time.
Yuna: did u watch peter pan?
Patsy: yeah
Apparently Phelps dished out that clock and inserted an digital one instead, that would tell the time in a smexy female voice, not unlike Patsy's.
So that it would actually be of any use instead of having to count the ticking seconds himself.
Anyway Obama met Bush in his office, I mean residence. He walked into Bush and Hilary having s i mean, discussing very important matters over some coffee.
Bush was annoyed of course, since Obama directly crashed into his room without knocking... though its understandable for Machobama *trademarked* to do that.
Anyway while Hilary was busy putting on her dre I mean... keeping away all the important files, Obama shouted at Bush about the nuclear bombing. Everybody knew it would burst into flowers, but being the pinhead he is, Bush decided to try anyway.
Bush was actually secretly hoping that a bouquet of roses would be among the nuclearburst flowers, because he was actually broke, having spent all his money bailing out legendary icon Michael Jackson (which incidentally has no relations to Michael Phelps other than being white)
and now he didn't even have money to give his wife a bouquet of flowers for their anniversary. Whoever she is, as nobody seems to know, it was rumoured that her anger creates louder thunderstorms than a tuna lacking Michael Phelps.
Therefore the nuclear blast was his last resort, but he couldnt let Machobama *trademarked* know, let alone the world.. he would be a laughing stock. The only person left to comfort him is Michael Jackson. How the both of them became such close friends is, until today, a mystery.
Anyway, after (miraculously) surviving an hour with Machobama *trademarked* in his residence, he took his pre-booked flight which he bought with the rest of his money, to Malaysia
so Bush arrived in Penang, Malaysia.
Being the President of the United States for so many years trains one to be extra sensitive to certain things. One of such is the ability to sense the awesomeness in a radius of 5km, and Bush could sense so much awesomeness in the remote jungles of Sarawak that he almost couldnt hear himself talking over the awesomeness.
Ironically, from a blast that could kill millions, the flowers created weren't much. Bush had to track the nuclearburst to a deeper part of the forest. When he arrived, he couldn't help but notice some sort of resort on the treetops, which had trained butler monkeys. The resort was 5 storeys high and seemed to have no way in.
Yuna: The reason the nuclear bomb burst into flowers is because we were too close in the same area and that lead to this story.
On further inspection, Bush found a partially concealed elevator. Temporarily forgetting his mission to find the rose bouquet, Bush stepped into the elevator, which didn't have any buttons.
For awhile he was puzzled, but then the elevator started to move. It stopped on the first floor, and a smexy voice appeared out of nowhere to tell him all he needed to know: "You require more awesomeness to access the other levels."
And so Bush had no choice but to explore the first floor in hopes that he would gain more awesomeness on his enlightening trip. The butler monkeys served him some fruit juice, but it was just too good that one could simply call it awesome juice. After a short walk, it seemed that the first floor was nothing more than a sightseeing platform, which was redundant considering there were only trees all around. But in this case Bush was thankful because he spotted the rose bouquet lying on the floor near this peculiar tree-resort.
He went back to the elevator and was about to step in when suddenly thunder and lightning cried across the skies. He wondered if it was Phelps being rejected the role in JAWS or perhaps Obama just realized the previous accounts books filled with his children's doodles.
But it suddenly struck him, it could be his wife being angry over him absent during their anniversary. She didnt forget. Elephants NEVER forget.
Anyway, he quickly rushed down the elevator the the bouquet of flowers. It was then that an unknown being swooped down suddenly and snatch away the roses and disappeared into the trees. A manly voice cried "THANKS FOR THE ROSESAAAAAAAaa..."
It was Tarzan!! Apparently Jane's birthday coincides with Bush's wedding anniversary.
Bush felt extremely down all of a sudden. He walked a few steps and almost felt like crying when Tarzan swooped by and drop the bouquet on his head, and swung away crying "JUST KIDDINGAAAAAaaaaa............."
Suddenly becoming happy again, Bush took the bouquet and made it back to the airport in a jiffy. It was then when he realized he spent all his money on the flight here and didnt buy the flight back to the US. Again, he almost felt like crying. Bush walked out of the airport clutching the roses. All of a sudden he saw something strange in the sea, something too big to be a fish but too small to be a shark, splashing around in the water.
He went closer and lo behold, it was Micheal Phelps, hunting for tuna.
How he actually came so far to the shores of Sarawak is, to date, still a mystery. Some speculate that Phelps was simply too powerful that he didnt realize he has travelled hundreds of KM away from home...... others speculate he was so powerful that he created some sort of warp in the ocean that brought him to wherever there's tuna. In either case, Phelps is simply powerful
Bush asked Phelps for help to get back to the US. Phelps, having devoted most of his time to swimming (or hunting for tuna, nobody knows for real), didn't know that Bush has lost in the elections and Obama has taken his place. But being a nice guy, Phelps decided to help out the guy without asking for anything in return. And so Bush climbed on Phelp's back and... well, lets not discuss how they actually made it back to the US.
It was rumoured that Phelps, being tired from searching for tuna and not finding any, didn't have the energy to swim back and they both ended up on some lost island and ended up being saved by the Simpsons family. It was ALSO rumoured that they both actually became gay in the swim back, and nobody wants to know what happened to the 2 gays in the middle of the gay ocean.
The last rumour was that Phelps simply helped Bush purchase tickets. But that would be devoid from awesomeness thus cut from the story.
Anyway, they both made it back to the US in time to give Bush's wife her roses. Bush, being extremely grateful, pulls some connections and grants Phelps a lifetime of tuna and that, is why the thunder and storm has subsided for tonight.
thank you
Patsy: hey true
Yuna: Yup
Patsy: no more thunders hahahahahaa
tyty *Bush's wife throws roses on stage*
*Bush looks at wife menacingly, after all the trouble of getting them*
fortunately Bush's temper does not result in thunderstorms, only some wrinkles in a random pool of water.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Sigh!
So, Yi Pin has left for National Service... one less friend to talk to. If that's not bad enough, my close friends are currently busy with lab reports (haha), so, I've no one to talk to. It's nice to see a few new faces in college this week, a new start, to me to say the least, and also a reminder to self that I've to start revising.
Been slacking off since 3 weeks ago.
As this week is dubbed as the 2nd intake, or in our case, it's time to drop some dreadful subjects and pick new ones to start afresh. Few students, as far as I know, have changed their subjects.
A handful of my Math Studies classmates joined Mr... uhhh... Ng's (?) class. SIGH!
I'm starting to enjoy the accounting lecture on Fridays.
I'm not really happy now. Sigh!
Been slacking off since 3 weeks ago.
As this week is dubbed as the 2nd intake, or in our case, it's time to drop some dreadful subjects and pick new ones to start afresh. Few students, as far as I know, have changed their subjects.
A handful of my Math Studies classmates joined Mr... uhhh... Ng's (?) class. SIGH!
I'm starting to enjoy the accounting lecture on Fridays.
I'm not really happy now. Sigh!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Moral-free Days!
Rejoice!
No more Pendidikan Moral
forever and ever!
p/s: This post has been delayed since last Wednesday.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
SPM Results Day
School was a little packed and 'lau-juak' this morning, with an interschool competition going on and yes, parents and teachers walking here and there, clusters of students hugging their old friends, asking one another about anything and everything. This familiar feeling is one that can only be found in my used-to-be second home, Convent Green Lane.
Yes, going back to my old school brings back yet another wave of nostalgia. I couldn't stop saying hello and hug all my ex-classmates. Truly, I missed them eversince SPM ended. (Sorry, no pictures taken). The journey from town to my school was indeed unpleasant. Angelin came to my house at 8 and we left for breakfast with my parents downtown. I was saying "Angelinnn, I'm scared!!!" practically the whole morning. I held Angelin's hand (almost breaking the bones) when we were about to reach CGL's main gate.
I walked into the classroom, towards Puan Cheah. Nitya was there with her mom. She was bawling (happy tears) immediately when she took her results slip. Next was Angelin. Right after she took hers, she was... uhhh expression-less. My turn came. Puan Cheah couldn't find my slip because she thought my name starts with a 'P'. I didn't exactly look at my grades, but I managed to take a quick glance at the numbers before I started crying.
I stopped once I started because I had to sign on the name list. Then I continued my crying activity. My sobs went louder when I saw my mom standing outside of the classroom.
Aw Yi Lyn: Weii, don't cry d lah!
Chee Lee: She's crying because she's happy.
I think Chee Lee cried not long after =D
Angelin and I went to the staffroom to say hello to the teachers. I wanted to tell Ms. Koay I got 1A for her Chemistry paper so badly because she gave me a 3B for my forecast results. =.=
Congrats to all SPM high achievers! and my kawans. We can proudly declare that 5 Arif of 2008 is the best!
Yes, going back to my old school brings back yet another wave of nostalgia. I couldn't stop saying hello and hug all my ex-classmates. Truly, I missed them eversince SPM ended. (Sorry, no pictures taken). The journey from town to my school was indeed unpleasant. Angelin came to my house at 8 and we left for breakfast with my parents downtown. I was saying "Angelinnn, I'm scared!!!" practically the whole morning. I held Angelin's hand (almost breaking the bones) when we were about to reach CGL's main gate.
I walked into the classroom, towards Puan Cheah. Nitya was there with her mom. She was bawling (happy tears) immediately when she took her results slip. Next was Angelin. Right after she took hers, she was... uhhh expression-less. My turn came. Puan Cheah couldn't find my slip because she thought my name starts with a 'P'. I didn't exactly look at my grades, but I managed to take a quick glance at the numbers before I started crying.
I stopped once I started because I had to sign on the name list. Then I continued my crying activity. My sobs went louder when I saw my mom standing outside of the classroom.
Aw Yi Lyn: Weii, don't cry d lah!
Chee Lee: She's crying because she's happy.
I think Chee Lee cried not long after =D
Angelin and I went to the staffroom to say hello to the teachers. I wanted to tell Ms. Koay I got 1A for her Chemistry paper so badly because she gave me a 3B for my forecast results. =.=
Congrats to all SPM high achievers! and my kawans. We can proudly declare that 5 Arif of 2008 is the best!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
D-Day
D-Day, as Mrs. Allen would've put it... is there day when everyone dies. Ok just kidding. I can't wait to see everyone tomorrow; my classmates - whether or not they've dyed their hair, survived NS, got married etc, Teachers! especially Puan Cheah. Last but not least, Char Koay Teow and.. (Angelin, you know this).
Best of luck to everybody! May all of you bag as many 1As as you desire.
Best of luck to everybody! May all of you bag as many 1As as you desire.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Musings
Ahh! I'm back. A normal post, finally.
College has been 'so far, so good', but with assignments trailing near our backs, I guess the 'enjoyable' college life, as many would have thought, will only be a distant vision for those who have survived the 2nd month of college.
Some pictures take last week:
KP, Joyce, Angelin, Patsy, Michelle
Kar Pei!
Angelin (:
Mashed Potato!
The Pig-Butterfly Hybrid. HAHAHA
Sorry, Joyce! I uploaded your photo but I accidentally backspaced it. It vanished. Will upload more soon.
Loves.
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