kena tag by some *^&% fella

Damn. Kena tag by Jason Cyrus. Darn it.
Name 5 people you can think of right off the top of your head. Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 5 friends.
1. Matthew
2. Jason
3. Joseph
4. Max
5. Jie Han

1. How did you meet 1?
Secondary school, form 2, known him as the guy who keep owning my class in exam

2. On a scale of 1 -10 how would u rate your friendship with 1?
Unrateable. Hahahahahahahahaha.

3. how long have you known 4?
Since form 3.

4. How do you know number 3?
Science freaks in form 3.

5. Where's 5?
In PJ, now at APIIT.

6. A fact about number 1?
Bloody damn clever, also bloody rich, maybe richer than Jun Jen....

7. Who is 4 going out with?
Goodness knows, I don't follow up on these stuff....

8. What does 1 do for a living?
Burn midnight oil, CS....

9. Would you live with number 3?
As gay couple, no, but as fellow mad scientists, then definitely yes.

10. What do you like about number 2?
C&C3 master strategist...

11. Do you miss number 5?
Not really, just met up with him 2 weeks ago...

12. Would you make out with number 4?
No way.....

13. What's your opinion of number 2?
Master strategist in C&C3, so good friends.

14. What's your favorite memory with number 5?
Beating him at C&C3 with only seekers and gunwalkers...

15. What would you do if number 1 and 2 were going out?
OMGG!!!!

16. Ever had a long conversation with 5?
Nope, not yet. Maybe not either...

17. Have you ever slept at 2's house?
Don't be crazy, no...

18. Do you hang out with 3 a lot?
Last time, now not a lot.

19. Who have you known the longest?
1.

20. How often do you talk to 1?
Everyday, unless not online...

21. What about 2?
Once in a while...

22. Have you ever taught 4 more then a friend?
God knows....

23. Would you go out for a date with 3?
No way, I ain't gay....

24. Do you dream about 2?
Dream about beating him at C&C3? Definitely yes...

25. What did no 4 do to you that you can never forget?
Roping me into his hovercraft model for physics presentation.... [it never got much....]

26. What have you done for 1 that the person never forget?
Destroying his base with at least 10 tripods and also PACs assisting...

27. What's 3's hobby?
Blowing things up, spam nudge on MSN....

and I'm gonna tag:
1. Kay Li
2. Hann Tat
3. Mayjee
4. Max
5. Caitlin

exam results coming back

I hate exams. Hate 'em, HATE 'em, HATE 'EM!! Because when the marks come back to you it becomes whining time [at least for some people]. So. For those who want to know:
Physics: 80
Chem: 88
Maths: 98
Spec maths: 94
I dunno bout all the others out there, but my class thinks that this is one of the best arrays of marks. True, I could do better, but then the only people who would really be happy are my parents. I hope the general aura doesn't affect me, cause I don't wanna start whining at every thing I do wrong.
As usual, Andrew is his old self, and Tim is also his old self.

Andrew: Oh no, wrong again!! [raises hand] Teacher, why this one cannot?
Tim: Stop whining...

Maybe this saying is true: Wisdom is the beginning of fear.

depressed... :(

Some reasons why I'm feeling down today [not arranged in any particular order]:
1. Stupid Moral test
2. Careless Chem mistakes [both practical test and common test]
3. Andrew
4. Anderson
5. Pokemon cards that suck worse than my friends' ones
6. That thing that the Beatles and Elvis thought was all we needed
7. Losing in CS to pros

Well, that's really what bugs me today. Shavit. Worse, I don't have many people to comfort me.
:(
Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn.

euclid

That was yesterday's business. It just proves that clever people [read: Andrew] can't comprehend easy questions. Crazy. Then again, I can't always do the easy questions all the time either. Ah, well, some price to pay for more brains. Actually, questions 1 to 6 are easy, as in solvable by common methods. Then, questions 7 to 10 are bloody hard. Shavit. Well, that's to tell anyone something. But anyone who sits down and really takes some time to look at the questions, then some pattern emerges and the question is readily solved.

oh heck, how i hate spec maths [and a few other complaints]

Dammit. Bloody spec maths today. I hate facing the bloody paper. Shavit. Oh well, guess I'll just have to see how it all ends up. Then I can comment further. But that's not the real aim of this post.
I can't say why the heck I put that kriffing post there. I mean, I was bloody well bored on that Sunday. Anyway, I also hate editing posts, even if it's just to please some people. What I want to share with other people isn't shared to make people happy. I have a strong compulsion to tell the truth, even if it bloody well hurts. If people are clytarded fools, then they can come and kiss my Wookie. So if anybody thinks that I kiss ass too much, just say so. But if you have a valid reason why I should modify my blog posts, then tell me. I won't take offense at that.
Anyway, good luck to those fellas taking the Euclid test tomorrow. Question 10 is always hard, question 9 is hard, question 8 is also hard but not that tough. Good luck guys.
Oh yes, not forgetting chem on Friday. Darn. Shavit.

PS: Did I tell you guys how much I like to swear Star Wars style?

what may happen to airasia

This is one hell of a funny clip about budget airlines. Watch it, and leave a comment.

gay stuff i never thought i'd do one day

Last Friday I did something I'd never dreamt I'd do. Ok, some people have done it to me before, but I never thought I'd do it as well. Oh well, good thing the fellas I did it to didn't try to kill me for being a pain in the ass. Good thing as well that I made 2 new friends from it, so maybe it wasn't that dumb after all.
So I saw a couple of fellas playing Scrabble in the ECA discussion room. At that time I saw one of the fellas having a damn beautiful rack: IFLATES. At first I didn't see any bingo in his rack. Then later I saw the word already on the board: GNAW. So then the realisation dawned. INFLATES! Damn beautiful 8-letter bingo. Unable to resist the temptation, I opened the door to the room, poked my head in and told them the bingo I spotted.
Later, after their game was over, 2 of the guys came over. I thought I was gonna be in for a hell of a beating for intruding on their game. No, rather they came over to chat a bit about Scrabble. So, in the end I got to know Alex and Billy. Damn fun. I thought they were gonna be angry over the interruption, but no, they were rather ok with me. Thanks guys, don't be angry, it was an impulse shot.

about moral....

How many of us really appreciate the intricacies of Moral? Did the Education Ministry really consult anyone besides themselves before deciding to go ahead and make all students suffer under the iron jackboot of Moral? I think not, unless somebody can tell me truthfully that they did not do such a thing.
If the Ministry really think that proper education is required to help the country progress, then they need their heads checked. Because they find the need to annoy us, they give us such a uselessly miserable subject to study. What do they teach us in Moral? A simple answer: How to make morally correct decisions, but only in perfectly controlled situations. In other words, Moral is intrinsically useless. Until we really get into such a situation, we find that our choices are unlimited, that every solution seems very tempting, that it is almost impossible to solve the problem at hand. Any choice that needs to be weighed presents infinte possibilities to us, rendering tactical and moral reasoning flawed.
Worse still, Moral is supposed to be a good time to discuss sensitive issues, such as Fitna. But then some people suggest that this is not a good topic to discuss, because it is 'sensitive'. What perfect rubbish. If we can't discuss this openly, then this means that the country isn't open enough. Otherwise anybody can discuss this openly to defuse the situation. To me, that movie is actually done by somebody who most likely hasn't been to a country where all Muslims are not racist or terrorists.
While still on the topic of racists, I think that the Malays in this country are very biased. They still have the problem of dealing with anything not halal. Dumb people who say that a pig farm is against the concept that Malaysia is an Islamic state and that other races need to respect them and understand them, while they don't need to respect us in return. Those dumb people shouldn't be here. KILL them!
Conclusion: Moral is useless. KILL it!

Thought of the day: All souls cry out for salvation.

Annoying people

It is surprising how many people actually are annoying. I mean, my class seems to have a few of these people. The sheer degree of "annoying-ness" these people have, of course, vary from person to person. Let's look at a couple of these annoying people:

Andrew:
Of all the clever people I've met and dealt with over the years, only Andrew seems to have the greatest ego as well as the most whiny ass in the class of S4. He is the only person who can take top place in my class for the best skill at moaning and complaining. Not only can he get under my skin, he can get under the class' skin, and also some of the teachers' skin. Damn on, but also damn dumb. Yet he's the best O-levels scorer in Brunei and Singapore, but none say Subang....

[Rating: 9.2 / 10 on the annoying scale]

Anderson:
Ok, he's not really that bad. But the worst of him is his tendency to ask too many questions, as well as being too much of a poofter. Gay fella. So we like to bully him a bit. Then again, he's not as bad as Andrew. Plus, he doesn't whine as much as Andrew, so that's good. Fave phrase: Teacher, one more time?

[Rating: 6.7 / 10 on the annoying scale]

Kristin:
She's not blonde, but if you bleach her hair in the lab I doubt she would know it. Tends to slow down the class in the same way that Anderson does, by asking questions. Then again, she adds some life to the class, just at the expense of slowing us down.

[Rating: 5.4 / 10 on the annoying scale]

Timothy:
This guy is pretty low on my "annoying people list", mainly because he isn't that bad once you get to know him well. The only reason he's on my list is because of my first encounter with him. I just managed to answer a pretty difficult chem question, then he has to go and read the answer out. No lasting damage, but it rather cemented my friendship with him and then helped my status within the class.

[Rating: 2.0 / 10 on the annoying scale]

And..... I'll try rating myself.
Ok, firstly I'm clever, but nowhere near Andrew's level. But then some people see me as a humbler person than Andrew [CC trips with the gang]. I hope this is true, because I tend to think that I'm overrated sometimes. I can be a pain in the ass, but only sometimes. It just depends on my mood as well as who decides to bother me at that time.

[Rating: 2.3 / 10 on the annoying scale]

nothing specific... just ranting and grumbling and complaining

Well, this is a Sunday, but a rare Sunday. It is a Sunday that I miss my weekly dose of Top Gear. It is a Sunday that my dad doesn't go in to work in the morning. It is the Sunday after the Saturday when the Syabas workers have finished installing the water meters outside my house, cracking the filter tap in the process. This gives me a very free Sunday that I can waste on nothing really important, such as thinking about some intellectual business.
Top 10 things on my mind [up till now]:
10. Still need to do Chem and English reports [bloody hell]
9. Must find some way to get more $$$ to buy an MP3 player [coz parents won't let me buy this stuff outright]
8. Why the heck does everybody love to talk crap and act damn gay and poofter-like in class? [Fair enough, not everyone does that in class]
7. What's for dinner tonight?
6. BORING lessons tomorrow again. Argh. Dammit. Shavit.
5. Why all the fuss over Fitna? It's just one man making a dumb movie that supposedly insults a religion. Big deal.
4. Paintball.... paintball...... paintball..... after finals we'll have another round.
3. How small does a black hole have to be to take out a building?
2. Why oh why does everybody seem to have more $$$ than I have?
1. Tomorrow Andrew's presenting for English. Let's cut that.

jpa interview

Today was the JPA interview. Personally, I wouldn't take their money to go and do stuff that they want me to do, because they would want me to go and do A-levels first before sending me overseas. Even when they send me over the ocean they can't guarantee that I can go to the country I want, and if they can guarantee the country, they can't guarantee the university I want to enter is available on whatever list they have.
Anyway, I have to congratulate the Malays. The first thing they are unable to do properly is to do up a proper township. Take Putrajaya for example. The first problem you have when you go there is:

Where is the precint that I want to go to?

Only dumb people could possibly make such a retarded, cacated town. You could get lost in that place, and then find that the road is a circle. And Putrajaya isn't just any town. It is supposed to be an administrative centre. Bloody sad country this is.

Then the Malays also keep rubber time. Y'know, those fellas can't be punctual. Neither can they keep to the time limit posted to them. That's the chief reason why the interview took so long. 2 hours of waiting, 30 minutes of interview.

And they love their meal/break times. Otherwise they wouldn't have allowed us to go after just 30 minutes of interview. Don't tell me that you need 1 hour to ask 6 people 2 questions, and after that you only need 30 minutes to ask 5 people 2 questions. Because that's just dumb.

Well, on the bright side, I did get some praise from the interviewer [the same thing that my classmates almost said as well]:

You look matang lah.

They thought I was 20-ish. I nearly laughed at that! But due to social etiquette, I couldn't do that. Darn.

Whatever the outcome of the interview, I just hope that I can get something out of it.

english - the truth

I used to like English. Then, ever since entering SAM, the whole lovely experience fell apart. Almost since the instant Ms. Ting entered the class of S4. Bloody hell. Then after today, I swear I don't know how to face English any more. Bloody, BLOODY BITCH Ms. Ting!!!
At first it was alright for today's English lesson. Then with 10 minutes left on the clock, Timothy finishes his presentation for the day. Ok, so 4 people have finished presenting. Not bad considering the speed of our class compared to S2 [3 persons per day]. So Ms. Ting asks the class:

Who's next?

Ok, so KC says that he hasn't prepared for his presentation yet, because he thought that 4 persons would present in a day. Ms. Ting then flies into a lecture. She starts nagging about what: 5 people supposed to prepare, 10 minutes left wasted, dragging the presentations, then she gives the final word: KC, you don't have to present on your topic.

Then she goes on to complain about 10 minutes wasted, and just goes on complaining. Finally, she gives us the 10 minutes to do "our own work in silence".

So I thought: 'Here's a good chance to do something for the class. Since I'm going for the JPA interview session tomorrow, I should use this 10 minutes to present my topic first, then tomorrow I don't have to worry.' I then go up to Ms. Ting to suggest that I present with the 10 minutes remaining, but that I have to print out the notes for the class first. Guess what?

The old cow tells me:

By the time you go and get your materials printed, there won't

be enough time for you to present. [tone: angry]

Lousy old maid! Here I'm trying to solve your problem of having nobody to present, and you tell me that there's no time?! No way, lady. NO way at all. If you want things your way, you shouldn't be a teacher. You should be in another job. Because the teaching profession requires give and take, just like parenting. You should learn from whatever we present to you, because many people have said that a class is just like a family, the teacher is the parent, and us students are the children. We want to be treated with some degree of respect for us to reciprocate, and respect you in return. Maybe that's why our class can't see eye to eye with Ms. Ting.

april the 1st

Oh, I love today for just the date. Come on, I mean, who doesn't like to hear people laugh all throughout the whole college day? Especially even more with funny teachers. [Mr. Woon is one of them, and he always makes us laugh, even on the other days of the week.]

Although it is rather surprising that some of my less joker teachers would still find a way to pull our leg. [Yeah, Mr. John, I mean you.]

It is also rather sad that the copper 1 sen coin is being forcibly retired today. Sad, sadder, saddest. Because previously, the 1 sen coins could be used to fill a sock and then bash a person's head. Rather good protection for old people and women going shopping. Then again, probably it is better to retire the 1 sen coin. Otherwise our wallets would be overwhelmed by the sheer amount of spare 1 sen we have. It is good to know trivia, such as the fact that the government is losing money everytime it makes 1 sen coins. For every 1 sen coin made, 3 sen is used, meaning a loss of 2 sen from the country's central deposits. Well, maybe it is good to help the economy of the country.

Anyway, I just love how maths can go funny. Take this for instance.

Just look at it. Crazy, isn't it?

m'sian broadband

I think TMnet has too much monopoly over the broadband internet services in M'sia. This is because the state of broadband internet has deteriorated to the point where everybody complains about the miserable state of their connections. And since Taylor's uses this misersable service, the connection in the Web sucks as well.
Since the new state government has decided to give free 20 cubic meters of water to everyone in Selangor, I think the next thing they can do is to give us all good quality broadband connections. To every house, if possible. Free would be good too.

stuff to hurt your brain

Last week I checked out this really thick book from the library. It is bloody thick, you can use it to bash someone's head and the fella won't know what the hell hit him. [I nearly did that to Matthew, if and only if he didn't let go of the book.]

Anyway, the stuff in that book can hurt your brain, even one like mine which likes difficult stuff. Some of the stuff in that encyclopaedia can really give you information overload. So, Andrew, stop complaining about overloads when I've tried this book that can really, truly overload your brain.

Oh, by the way, try looking at the snowflake/hexagon thingy on the front of the maths book cover. It is actually something called a Koch island, which I happened to see while overloading my brain on the stuff in the heavy book. The island has a coast that cannot be differentiated. Not now, not ever, not forever. Unless Koch rises from his grave to tell us something...

And that's the crazy thick book that hurts your brain.

my class

There is one major problem I have with my class, although they don't have much of a problem with me. How slow can a class go?
I mean, the common knowledge is that in any group of people, the speed of the whole group is limited by the speed of the slowest of the group. Unfortunately for me, my class seems to be going along at a pretty slow pace. Slow to me, definitely, slow to the teacher, not sure, to the class, maybe too fast. The most common question in any class, be it Chemistry, Physics, Maths or Spec Maths, is:

One more time please?

or

Teacher, can repeat?

In all fairness, I'm considered to be relatively far ahead of my peers in class, just that I don't show it off. [Trying to keep a low profile here, you see.] And then again, I can fit in with the rest of the class [ponteng LAN for CC trips], quite unlike some of my other classmates who are just as advanced as I am, and probably even better than me.

So, the question comes back. How slow can a class really go? I can't answer that. But I think that if the class can go any faster than its present pace I'd be really happy. Really, REALLY happy.

dumb literature

Nobody actually knows how my English teacher really teaches English, or how she managed to secure her job here at Taylor's for more than 20 years. I mean, she likes to fish for details or points when she teaches. Especially when she teaches Lit. Take for example the short story Altar of the Family. First she repeats the story which half of us have read half asleep. When she starts asking questions, she starts the fishing process. Maybe it is her style of teaching, maybe not, but what I'm sure of is that this process can be extremely annoying. Who can stand multiple facts being repeated while the teacher tries to get hold of that single elusive point? Besides, this repetition of idea after dumb idea usually spawns a lot of nonsense that throws the class into laughter, disrupting the lesson entirely.
[Not that I'm against the nonsense, but the nonsense is simply............ nonsense. Pure nonsense that drags time in our favour. Lovely.]
Sometimes, the search for that single point is dragged very far. Even when we can't think [and it shows in the ideas we throw at her] we still find some way to force out some dumb idea that seems realistic and practical. Other times when we try to suggest something logical it gets thrown out the window to some distant land that nobody would ever find.
Although Lit is supposed to make people think I don't even suggest my teacher's method of teaching Lit is to be followed. Not now, not ever, not even forever.
PS. Tomorrow is something miserable called watching a movie. Bend it Like Beckham. I must try some way to get my sorry ass out of that class so I don't have to watch that movie again. Watched it once, "strongly disliked" it.

paintball - yesterday

Paintball at 1 yesterday. I just love the way some people like to give last minute informs to the organizers. At 11 am [2 hours before] Andrew calls. "Gotta practise for piano, so I can't come for paintball." Really wtf.
Anyway, at 1 pm, the head honcho comes. First thing he does is to revise the payments for paintball. Granted, he is a better negotiator than I am, so I can't bear a grudge against him for that. I'll come back to this problem later.
It is interesting to note how many people are really interested in paintball, yet have not touched the markers before. During the pregame briefing, out of the 18 present, only 6 were old hands. Thus what Tim said is true, you can skip the briefing if you have heard it once.
Ok, now to the game. The first round was real crappy, with the blue team winning on default, default here being running out of ammo = lose. That really sucked, big time.
The second round was the best round for me. Some think it was stupid, others think it was clever, I call it battle stress. What happened was that the opposition [black team] had my teammate pinned down in center field, whilst I was on the right flank. Checking my ammo, I found that there was none left. Some temporary insanity then came over me, and I decided to use the focus on center field to flank black team, with a giant bluff. As I crossed over to their side, I just pointed the empty marker at them, point blank. Since at close range pointing the marker at your target means that they are out, this temporary insanity managed to give me a 4 kill streak. Although I must say that this "melee Rambo" isn't really that good, because you need a good distraction first, and if the opponents see through your bluff, you're dead.
Trying the same trick a second time didn't work, because the marshal caught me without any ammo. Then again, I still managed to take one guy with me, but I think that shouldn't count. [The guy hadn't had any ammo either.]
On the 4th round, Daksha, Jun Jen and their gang left, Kay Li and Gwen pulled out, leaving us with 15 players in the field. To most of us, this was the real thing, because the crazy ones and the old hands were all in the game. At first the blue team had us black team pinned down. [A switch of team was necessary to keep the players balanced.] Crouching behind a pile of tyres on the left flank, Brian and I were pinned by fire from center field and left flank. The game then changed when I advanced, taking advantage of a lull in fire. Now I was hiding behind a collection of barrels.
Kesvick then advanced. Using the gaps between the barrels, I sniped the guy as he came forward to hide behind a couple of tyres. Oddly enough, after at least 8 shots, he still didn't get off. "How many shots does it take to take you out?!" I shouted. Then Calvin advanced, but I got him with 3 in the side. Sniping at Kesvick was still not effective at all. And he was still there calling for backup. "Guys? Guys!"
But the game ended soon after. Brian came out to tackle Kesvick, and I came forward to assist. Together, between the both of us, we "meleed" the rest of blue team, which was by then down to 5 [not including Kesvick]. So endeth the last round.
The other FFK fella was Matthew. When I called him after the second round, his excuse was classic: I forgot. Bloody hell. Who forgets this stuff, especially when it is a class event after all?
Now to the last problem of the whole day. Payment. Ok, so it is better to split the rounds to conserve ammo for those who aren't going to finish 300 rounds. But it is harder to do the maths for the extra rounds. Well, if there is a next time for paintball, we'll just have to plan way ahead to avoid logistics problems. And to avoid spending close to an hour just working out the shortfall of cash.
One more thing, though. Next time, I'm never ever gonna invite Kesvick. His friend is all right enough, but Kesvick is just too annoying to everyone. Even to his own teammates.