Belian 2005 - In A Class Of Its Own

Dreaming of Fascism

2007-03-10T18:17:00.000+08:00

Taken from the Star.

Dreaming of Fascism

By S.B TOH

300

Rating(out of 5): NR

(20th Century Fox)

Starring: Gerard Butler, Lena Headey, Dominic West, David Wenham, Vincent Regan, Rodrigo Santoro

Outnumbered 200 to one, a small army of 300 men cannot wait to tear into the enemy. Blinded in one eye, a warrior shrugs off the injury. “It’s just an eye,” he says. Faced with certain doom, another grins and dreams of “the beautiful death”.

Indeed the entire movie is an ode to the good death: Arms are severed like poetry in mutilation. Dreamlike, decapitated heads fly. Murderous rampages play out like balletic dances, the blood spurting forth artily.

Zack Snyder’s 300 is a musky explosion of hot air. It isn’t enough to be a man in his movie. You have to be a manly man. An alpha male. A true man of action.

Visually stunning and politically repellent, 300 is an unabashed celebration of masculine ideals: martial prowess, valour, imperviousness to pain, obliviousness to death, not to mention the all-important gym membership, without which we would not have had the heady flaunting of abs, pecs, and biceps herein undertaken.

Seldom has killing been prettier, dying more gloried, discipline more revered, belligerence more applauded. And did I mention authoritarianism, euthanasia, xenophobia, and sundry other regressive ideals the movie espouses?

Truth be told, 300 is a veritable fascist wet dream. It is a fantasy of masculine exploit, of the creation of a perfect and perfectly endowed warrior race, of state repression, rabid nationalism and a fear of foreign hordes. And it is not without its appeal, being a typical adolescent movie, and more stylish than most of its ilk.

Based on the Frank Miller graphic novel, which in turn was inspired by the Battle of Thermopylae, where Spartans clashed with Persians, 300 is what you could call a celluloid comic book. Like Robert Rodriquez’s Sin City, also derived from a Frank Miller work, it is the “reelisation” of the comic book. These are exercises not so much in translation as transliteration, with the director as technician and the film as a marvel of visual and technical wizardry. Creativity and vision be damned.

It is the movie as a virtual comic book - in looks and sensibility, in the tendency for simplifying and exaggerating, in its penchant for spectacle.

300 straddles that territory between cool and dumb, somewhere two-dimensional, black and white but also blood red, dreamily savage, partial to s-l-o-w motion, naturally somewhat retarded too, and where death is easy and pretty and quite without gravity.
As they say: Cool!

Duh.

The movie begins with an insight into the Spartan way of life, by way of chronicling the birth and making of King Leonidas (Gerard Butler). In Sparta, the narrator tells us, newborns are judged to be robust or puny, and woe betides the puny little ones, for in the competition that is Spartan Idol, the losers are left to die in the mountains.

The babies deemed worthy of sparing meanwhile live a life of brutalised childhood, handed over to the state to be toughened, punished, made to fight, and finally left to fend for themselves in the wilderness against sabre-toothed wolves. Shirtless. On snow-powdered moonlit nights, no less, but with the narrator waxing poetic all the while.

Only the hardiest may call himself a Spartan, the narrator intones, the hardiest and bravest. And what is the point of all this self-inflicted brutality?

That Leonidas and his bronzed and beefy men may better open cans of whup-ass on the invading Asian hordes led by the Persian King of Kings, Xerxes (Rodrigo Santoro). Oh, they needed the harsh training all right, seeing as to the magnitude and monstrosity of the oriental enemy: towel-headed Middle-easterners, masked ninjalike fighters, 10-foot tall Cyclops, machete-armed mutants, evil rhinos, stampeding elephants.
What a collection of freaks.

While grown men might quake, the Spartans think it’s a piece of cake, and, after all, they are free men who fight against the swarming army of a despot who threatens all that the West holds dear.

Clash of civilisation, did you say?

In a world presided over and wracked by neo-cons and a delusional American president who now has modern-day Persia (Iran) in the hairline, 300, while mindless, can hardly be seen as mere entertainment, free of odious ideology or bigotry.

The demonisation of the enemy is pretty literal here, but that’s only to be expected in a simplified, cartoonised movie. 300 is a stripped-down, tricked-up movie comprising basically just three chords (but I don’t know about the truth): mythologizing the occidental, demonising the oriental, and indulging the blood lust.

That is all there is to this movie. Most of the filmmakers’ energy seems to have been poured into buffing the movie’s visuals to a new-penny sheen. Shot against a blue screen in specially designed sets for the most part, 300 is heavily stylised, and it looks great - for the first hour anyway, burnished, gilded, shadow-filled, mythical.

And then it begins to feel like a videogame, a music video and a comic book all rolled into one. One wearies of the eye candy, and the relentless male bravado grows tiresome too. The movie doth protest too much its masculinity, that fragile thing that man is forever grappling with because, as Norman Mailer once wrote, he “can hardly ever assume he has become a man.”
A woman is; a man must strive to be, and oh how he strives in this movie.

This tale of brave Greeks is a geek’s dream come true, but it is also positively fascist.

Belian BBQ - Jan 29, 2007

2007-03-04T17:08:00.000+08:00

Hellooooo all! Hope all the Belianers had a wonderful, wonderful CNY! I'm sorry for the late posting; but since the blog is dead i guess i'll be forgiven anyways.

Here are the pictures from the most recent Belian BBQ that we had through my camera's lens. (ahhh such sweet memories - remember when it went into the lake?)

Here's a shoutout to hunyee, in case she's reading: Be yourself down there in Aussieland. Make Belian proud, and live life to your fullest! :D All the best! :D

How the night went:

It didn't start off very well, with Jamie Yong already starting to bitch at Jamie Khoo when i arrived a full forty five minutes late for the BBQ (typical hashie timing), complete with a bowl of undercooked potato salad. Apparently there was a technical glitch with the fire, but who cares! Belian was back together again, and everyone was exchanging news about themselves, other friends, teachers, schools... the level of bitching was at an all time high. Our two much maligned chefs, however, were busy preparing the feast that awaited the rest of us...

I don't know about you, but those mushrooms were the best i've ever eaten in my life. They were produced in batches, and each batch was quickly devoured by Evelyn, Evelyn, Evelyn, Evelyn, and Evelyn in record time. Kudos to the Boon Gang for helping to distribute the mushrooms to the other Belianers so that we could all have a taste. :D

Pn Paramjeet: Are you sure you can cook mushrooms this way?

With Jamie Yong and Pn Paramjeet manning the now lit fire, Jamie Khoo turned his attention to the ikan pari...

HY: Eh, so can eat already or not? Hungry la!

Abel: The prognosis, Doctor?
Ray: There's a 50/50 chance this will turn out well.

Annnnnnnd... looks like it did!

With our stomachs becoming increasingly satiated, we soon drifted away from the buffet table to catch up on the latest happenings in Belianland. However meals were still being dished up by our resident chefs, and that was enough to keep us in orbit around the buffet tables...

"HII! MY NAME IS TAN JIA WEN, AND I DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE THIS CAMERA COZ GOT NO FLASH WAN!"

"PLEASE let this fish be tasty, please let this fish be tasty..."

And these three found it tasty!

"Ohhh, so THIS is how you use a camera..."

Jamie Khoo bows to the wisdom of internationally-acclaimed food critic, Miss Leong CY.

It wasn't ALL about eating and talking, though. We had local comedian Satchid Dev do his thing for the night, as well as several lame jokes being tossed around, the funniest courtesy of Miss Tan JW.

JW : Why did the man, in a moving aeroplane, suddenly tear up the toilet seat from the toilet in the aeroplane?

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JW: Because he's crazy larh!

Jamie Yong shows his annoyance at the lukewarm reception his well-prepared meals received, and stalked off to a corner to nibble on garlic bread.

Lit is skinny, but that doesn't mean his appetite is small...

LOL. So that was the photo essay of a very warm and fun night. Let's do this more often, alright?

Don't take anything i say here too personally alright? :D

love,
hashie.

jia wen

2007-02-25T18:44:00.000+08:00

happy cny everyone! =))

from jia wen =]

2007-01-31T23:41:00.000+08:00

Our titles should be like this so that we know who posts what laa.. isshh.. isn't that better instead of signing off at the END? anyway, i was quite happy at the gathering that day after finding out that chiddy and abel has grown stronger.. =P the pictures that follow explains why..

I feel really sad for bidding goodbye to hun yee.. as u guys know, one of my close friends maa.. so of course sad right?? who am i goin to call when i'm all confused!? whose tummy am i gonna press!?! (not that she has a tummy like she used to.. and not that i'm STILL as mean as last time laa.. its just a metaphor.. cheh wah.. =P) sighh.. i'm sooo going to miss u darling! woot!sadly, everyone's going everywhere.. i, myself am also going some place sometime.. =( but i'll always keep the belian memories close at heart.. remembering every single time ur lives were tortured..whoops.. i meant, remembering all the fun we had together.. i mean, ok la.. i talk too much and CAN irritate the shit out of u.. but admit it, i DID at least bring 0.1% joy to ur life right?? (cepat sokong ku, chid!!) haha.. anyway, enough with my crap la.. enjoy the pics.. =)

HUN YEE AND EVELYN!

CHIDDY CARRYING ME!! MUACKS!!

I'LL MISS YOU BABE! =(

EVELYN & YONG JING

SEE WENG WITH THE SPOON IN HIS MOUTH AND LIT DIGGING THROUGH THE FISH. TSK TSK.. =P

LAST BUT NOT LEAST, I LOVE EM!

If the pics are too little, sorry la.. wasn't really taking a lot of pics.. han has more.. =) thanks for reading! that's all folks!

Bringing sexy back.

2007-01-31T22:40:00.000+08:00

Hello. We meet again.

It's rather not fair that only Chengy is making an effort to keep this blog running, considering all of us were a part of Belian. I am not going to go on a 'What happened to "Belian never dies" huh?' rant...simply because I know you all very busy laa. College and all. I myself also, quite busy. STPM in ____days =) But at least once in a while try to update something la, maybe get-together news, wedding announcements, change-of-gender announcements, Bobifications....you get my drift la. If there's something new that you think we can all share...then type it out la. Like, Norsham retiring soon (I heard only) If you need the password and username, you can either get it from me or Chengy. Especially to those I always see online...hehehe...you can't really say you soooo busy right? A few words is good enough...

So you get it la right? No obligations, but do try, okay? No need to go and old grandmother story all...even though that would be appreciated too =D I'm getting bored easily nowadays. Because if you don't try from now, I don't think we'll be all that much in contact in 10 years time. And then, how to come to Lit's wedding? Ha...now you see right right!!

The SAM people are leaving soon. Hun Yee, Weng Yu.....and if you consider Belian&Friends, then See Weng also. So if you never return them money yet, faster ya, cos Chinese New Year is coming up soon =D

I just spent the last hour or so reading up all the old posts here, and I noticed that I, for one, seem to have changed from what I was 2 years ago. From that perennial crapper. I don't know for the better or for the worse la, somehow, the old bullshit machine doesn't crank up that easily anymore. Maybe we're all just getting a little old. Or maybe its just me.

I think I'll list out what I like about you now, just so I never forget. And I'll just hope this part of you never changes.

Abel - "Die another day" attitude
Cheng Wei - Maturity. And the one who unites us the most.
Ernest - Words can't describe.
Lit - Always there when you need him. And even when you don't.
Ray - Will never judge you.
Han Sheng - Oversized heart.
Ian - Rational.
Pui Shen - Accomplishments galore.
Grace - Incredibly human.
Guang Yu - A friend indeed.
Hun Yee - Someone who will listen.
Jia Wen - Everyone needs a lighthearted friend...
Evelyn - Proof that one can succeed and still remain rooted on her two feet. Loving.
Melissa - Sweet like teh tarik.
Alex - I dunno how to say lah. But he's my Lexxieeee!
Chai Yee - Silent simplicity.
Weng Yu - Always has a smile on, whatever you say to him.
Yi Jiet - Can never be found guilty of not trying.

You must be wondering, since when got so few people only in Belian? Well...don't be noisy and fill up the blanks if you want lahh...I very tired already. You know I'm sick anot arr?? Harr??? See...of course la you don't know...I never blog about it here ma. HINT HINT. Heh. Okay then, I shall not further irritate you with my nonsensical ramblings. I know this is quite a drop from Chengy quality, but bear with me, will you? And if you have any Belian gathering pictures or something, feel free to post them up here okay? Not everyone got digicam..hehehe..

Okay okay. I have to go now. Post something okay? Promise? Yay! (I feel like a bigger idiot than usual, talking to myself and all) Have a nice day then, and rock on babehhhh =)

Chiddy.

Sigh

2007-01-13T00:40:00.000+08:00

And that's what all of you are thinking on the inside.

Tag

2006-09-24T00:46:00.000+08:00

10 years ago I was
in Standard 2 something in SKDU. Zuhal, was it? Anyways, I just transferred here from SMK Sri Gombak (long story), so I guess I didn’t exactly like the place. I still remember my first day: waiting for bleeding hours in the canteen while the office worked out the paperwork of my transfer and assign me to a class. So anyway, I ended up in Zuhal, where I was just basically very quiet and low profile (weren’t we all back then… well, except maybe Satchid and Ernest). I remember Khien Koon and Jia Wei from back then; though now Khien Koon should still be in Aus and Jia Wei in God-knows-whatever hell slackers go to. I also remember hitting someone; but exactly who it was remains hazy to me…

Aside from that, I remember I was involved in this stupid POL class (People’s Own Language) where I was taught Mandarin. OK, maybe not taught, more like made to memorize. I can still remember it until now… zhe shi shou, zhe shi kou, zhe shi bi zi, zhe bu shi er duo… Useless crap…. I also went to mental arithmetic class, Aloha if memory serves. This was mostly bull as well; though a hell lot more helpful than the Mandarin classes. Up till today I use their ‘teachings’; it’s almost like reflex to me now. Can still remember the stuff: “Plus nine equals to minus one plus ten”. Geez, was everything taught back then purely memory work? Plus I learnt how to use an abacus… how many people in my generation could say that? Eat that, you n00bs…. The art of abacus will probably die out together with the taukes of Chinese medicine halls.

There used to be this fat little kid who went for mental arithmetic classes every Saturday morning, just like me. Quite a quiet little kid; but sometimes he’ll just talk and talk and talk suddenly. Used to sit next to him for classes too, though I never really saw him around in school (hey, back then, your own classroom was practically your entire universe, so it wasn’t really that surprising). You guys might have heard of him; guy by the name of Ray Mun? And I swear to whatever God that claims to exist, HE was the one who spiked me with itchy seeds. I don’t really know what the real name is, but there’s this palm-like plant with the small yellow and red kernels? Yeah, the juice causes severe itchiness. And I swear man, though I can’t prove it, Ray was the one who planted them on my chair one day. He’s not as goody-two-shoes as you guys think he is….

5 years ago I was
in F1 Adil of SMKBU. Came with only about 5 other people from SKDU; 2 of them Bobs. The other three were Shiaun Wei, whom I already know; Jonathan Ling, a little bastard if there ever lived back then (could still be now, I dunno…) and Eugene (Mak, was it?). Their standard there quite low lor… coz I mean like, 1 Adil was supposed to be the best class, but the ‘entry requirement’ was 5As from PMR out of 7. +_=”. I think it was harder NOT to get 7As in PMR than to get them… My class was OK, thankfully enough. Since it was the ‘best’ class, there were not too many Bobs in there. So overall things were pretty quiet in my class, even though the rest of SMKBU was a freaking gangster school, no shit. It was famous back then la, you could try asking the teachers in DU.

Despite the bad reputation, I wasn’t really ever in any grave danger there. The teachers (for my ‘best’ class at least) were actually pretty damned good. I still remember my class teacher who taught us Sejarah and BM, Pn Zuhairah or Zuhaidah or something. Now she was one damned good teacher, even though she was only about 30 something. Can you imagine, she actually brought spices for us to examine in our Sejarah class so we knew wtf the Bob Sultans got their asses owned for? And she was damn nice too. My English teacher was another excellent teacher; possibly the best English teacher I ever had. Her classes were creative and fun ones; you definitely learnt a lot of things not found in your silly-bus. The stuff was always out of the box; definitely increased my general knowledge and worldliness exponentially. And I was practically beyond God-like (in other words, Cheng Wei) in the English subject, I always enjoyed her classes.

But I’m still kinda sore over one test paper or mine she marked back then… Got 67 out of 70. Got 8 out of 10 for the fill in the blanks section; but later on I found out that my ‘organisms’ was correct! Dammit, how many other F1 students even KNEW what ‘organisms’ mean?! And for one essay I got a full 30 marks; but she later took it back and slashed it down to 29, because “Sorry la, but 30/30 means it is perfect, and there’s no such thing as the perfect essay. So I have to give you 29”. Then for the SECOND essay, I got 29 out of 30 as well, because I wrote that the king cobra was the largest venomous snake in the world. She wrote “Is that factual?” and deducted a point for that because she taught I was making it up. Bloody hell, it was correct la!!!!!!!!!!! I could have gotten like, FULL 70/70 man! I got conned I tell you…

Urm, anyway… My class wasn’t too bad la. People like Shiaun Wei, John Wong, Wen Jieh and all were in my ‘gang’; as well as the other guys like Jian Lun, Nik Izzat and Choon Hong (did I get that right? I can’t remember the exact spelling. And btw Choon Hong, it wasn’t me in that YouTube video, I swear…) But I got to know the nerds such as Tim Weng, Brian, etc too. And let me tell you, these nerds are the authentic nerds you know… you think the Belian people are nerds, but they can’t really measure up to these people. I mean, they used to read Stephen Hawking as their PLEASURE reading. No shit… and all other manner of shit that were freaking deep, man… and if I think it is deep, you people have no chance in hell of even understanding how deep that is. What #$@%&^* F1 kid reads A Brief History of Time, man?!? The girls were pretty OK too; though no chun chicks in hindsight I guess. I believe YJ, PS and Chid already met Bavani (the one who came closest to my owning-ness in Eng… closest la, but still quite far) and Cheryl… I believe Amanda (Chong, I think) was from DU also, and I remember that girl who sang “Greatest Love of All” damn well… damned good rendition. Rosalyn or Rossell I believe…

Gangsters and gang fights were a big problem, though they never really affected us. In perfect honesty, they were mostly people from Kayu Ara, because this was the school closest to Kayu Ara. They rode motorcycles around on one wheel (yes, the Mat Rempits are their graduating class), pontenged like fuck, beat each other up, extorted money from other students, thrashed up the whole canteen once in one of their gang-fights (I still remember that; I was there. Right after Jogathon. One minute eating my mee in peace, the next all hell breaks loose, and broken glass flies everywhere and tables get overturned. My friends and I just calmly took our food elsewhere to eat, that’s how common gang-fights were) and in one memorable incident, a bra was thrown down from one of the upper floors down to the badminton court during the school tournament. Don’t ask me, even I don’t know the details…

1 year ago I was
having my brains freaking liquefied in Belian. And ironically, by two extremes. One was the amazingly lifeless and nerdy atmosphere caused by those neurotic study-freaks up front, and the other was the mind-blowing stupidity and shallowness shown by the people at the back. Individually, each one was bad enough; but luckily when you mixed them both, you got some kind of normalcy. But still, that wasn’t good at all. It’s like being stuck in a glass room with the 12pm sun shining straight down at you, but also with an air-con in the room blowing straight at you. I mean, sometimes you might feel normal, but sometimes the extremes just made you sick.. Aside from the obvious kiasuness which Belian is already famous for, I guess the only other word I could describe them with is neurotic. Yes, they had no sense of reality. All of them were living their whole lives focusing on just one bloody aspect of their lives. Sure, they can score 90 for every fucking paper, but they can’t even take a bus or something as menial as that. I won’t go so far as to say that their education is useless, but still, come on la… you get what I mean, right?

Everyone was pretty damned stressed and tensed that year due to the SPM. Ironically, the cause can also be rearranged to describe the effect: PMS. All damn tulan la that year; the ugly side definitely came up (the table-booking incident comes to mind), and an increase in the number of bitchings making their way around the bitching mills was noticed. But more often than not, while everyone who heard it would AGREE with the bitchings, nobody could ever really say anything about it because they were as likely as not to be guilty of the same thing too. I can’t honestly say that I didn’t piss anyone off during that time; but I can’t remember doing it over studies. I can honestly say I never set out to screw anyone academically, or hid agendas behind people’s backs just so I could obtain some imperceptible edge. I pissed people off for a lot of freaking reasons, so I guess you can call me whatever I want; but as long as I am not guilty of being kiasu, that’s all that matters to me.

Still, if you didn’t look at the kiasuism, individually the Belian people definitely rocked la. No matter how dumb they could be at times, there was always some sort of coherence and understanding among each other. There was nobody there who was soooooooooooooo dumb that he/she couldn’t really get what the other Belian people were saying. If somebody said something funny in front, everyone would laugh because the joke would fit to the tastes of everyone there. True, it was always the same few people making the jokes, but at least it was everyone who was laughing, right? No matter what clique they belonged to in Belian, somehow there was an understanding la. It’s not like in Jati or Cengal where they got different groups who didn’t talk to each other at all and that kind of shit. Now, I see ex-classmates from those classes walk past each other in the hall in college without batting an eye or saying anything at all. No matter what gang people belonged to back in Belian, we could always still talk to each other at some level. I even saw YJ speaking to Boon once; something I’ve not seen before in the last 3 years of high school.

I used to go AWOL rather often to Keledang and generally spent as much time with the Keledang people as I did with Belian. I preferred the Keledang people’s attitude, you know? More laid-back, more grounded in reality. God must have blessed them with the revelation that getting 127 A1+++’s in the SPM wasn’t the true meaning of life. I wouldn’t go so far as to say that all of them were slackers, but all of them did know how to plan their life out. They didn’t live to study like Belianers did, and they never had that nervous, stressed, foul-mood atmosphere that always seems to hang around Belian people. They were a simpler species; whose recesses were spent stealing fries from each other (with Weed usually being the one who stole la), and not sitting in class doing past year Add Maths questions. True, Belian practically owned the school; dominating in practically every way possible; but at what cost? I’m not exactly sure whether the price we paid was worth it, after all was said and done. Even now, people still refer to us as ‘you Belianers’ as if we were a different species from them. I don’t see any other class who is still being called by their class names…

There weren’t as many (good) jokes and fun times in Belian last year compared to the previous ones; but it was still pretty damned good nonetheless. Looking at each Belianer individually, everyone probably brought something to the table; for better or for worse. We might have been missing some things; but I can’t really even suggest what that might be. We had almost all and every type of personality present, and best of all, there was a connection somehow or other among all these diverse people. That was good. At least the nerds still appreciated a good laugh; even though they never offered to make others laugh. I have to admit, everyone never seemed at their peak in F5 somehow. There was always the sense of distraction somehow. I know that for myself, I couldn’t be creative for flaming fuck back then. Even if I had hours in front of the computer, somehow I would just stone. It was as if the nerdy atmosphere had taken away the part of my soul which could produce and appreciate pleasure. It was like my life had been put on hold; waiting, always waiting. Always nervously waiting for something. When I look back at the stuff I wrote back then, I feel like burning them all up, because they were all just BS. I’m sure everyone must have felt the same thing in their own way too.

But I could probably go on forever with this. Basically, I’m pretty damned glad the year was over. I dunno whether anyone has any regrets about how they went through F5… probably not… but I do. I wished I had not let the oppressive atmosphere get to me. I should have been better than that. Some people changed for the worse because of it; myself probably included. The jadedness has never really left me. Belian helped train me, it was true… but into what, and for better or worse, is harder to answer.

5 most recent songs I listened to
Shit, can’t remember. I’ll just list out 5 I’ve USUALLY been listening to nowadays la ok?
- Shirley Walker - Superman TAS
- Busted - Crashed the Wedding
- Peter Gabriel - The Book of Love
- Indecisive - Empty Decorations
- Celine Dion & Peabo Bryson - Tale as Old as Time

5 songs I know all the words to
Urm, dunno if I actually know 5 songs…
- Michael Buble - Home
- Billie Holiday - Am I Blue
- Anastasia theme - At the Beginning
- Jim Brickman & Wayne Brady - Beautiful
- Ed McCain - I’ll Be

Yeah, turns out I do.

Ideal place to run away to:
The Canadian wilderness. A cabin in central Canada among the steppes. I just know.

5 things I really want
- Strength of Hercules
- Wisdom of Solomon
- Speed of Mercury
- Stamina of Atlas
- Courage of Achilles

5 things I should be doing
- Biology
- Chemistry
- Physics
- Statistics
- Mathematics

5 biggest joys in my life
This is a difficult one…
- Myself
- Reading
- Left alone
- Food
- Star Wars

5 people I’ll tag
What’s the fragging use, nobody has time to do this shit anyway. So might as well I be ridiculous about it.
- Pui Shen
- Yong Jing
- Shu Wei
- Lit Rong- Datin Norizan

CW

I played scrabble last week.

2006-08-14T00:00:00.000+08:00

I played scrabble last week. I know what you're thinking. Wow. Well, can it. I'm the one dishing sarcasm out here, not you wannabes. Becker's back on Monday nights; beware my power. But like I said, I started playing scrabble again. And it wasn't for fun, it was competitively. Like, virtually the first time I touched a scrabble set again since a somewhat ill-fated scrabble tournament last year, and it was to play competitively again. In case you haven't gotten the hint, the last tournament didn't exactly go very well. But I don't wanna talk about it. You can go ask YJ or Shu Wei. I haven't played seriously since then, and you can imagine how much I regretted that when I was informed by Cher and YJ that there was this scrabble tournament coming up; care to try out for the HELP team?

I'll be honest, I've not scored 20 points in scrabble since last year. But since my co-curricular participation in college is a chubby round zero, I decided that now was more or less the right time to start grabbing at straws. OK, I said. Bring it on. There would be tryouts, though. Bring... it... ON. Alright, turn up on one Friday after 12 at the DSA for the tryouts, simple as that. But then, disaster struck: I started thinking. That's never good. I had the following revelation: Hey, since YJ and I are trying out for scrabble, why not bring in Shu Wei again? It'll just be like old times. Besides, wasn't she our best player back then? Used to wipe the floor with me? Yes, why don't I try to get Shu Wei? Besides, YJ was not really sure if she wanted to join in the first place; getting SW might convince her for sure.

So one dark, gloomy, ominous night, as lightning flashed in the lashing rain outside, I called Shu Wei at home. Hi, may I speak to Shu Wei please? Shu Wei? This is Cheng Wei. Hi. Don't hang up..... The conversation kinda went downhill from there, but the gist of it was that she was not interested. Why not? persisted I. Lots of projects. Nemo argo forever! What? Urm... never mind. Seriously, no? Yes, no. You're wasting your credit, CW. Oh come on. Surely there must be something? Hmmmm.... Anything? Well, I'll go for scrabble, IF..... For the second time that night, the conversation went downhill. As in, got kicked down the side of a cliff downhill. A cliff with jagged rocks, downhill. Jack-got-off-easy-just-breaking-his-crown, downhill. You get the idea. But again, I'd rather not talk about it. By the end of the night, 21grams of soul lighter but with Shu Wei's agreement to join the scrabble tryouts in hand, I messaged Yong Jing to tell her the ...'good'... news.

I lived through the few days till the tournament, in spite of that pony-tailed ADP Davy Jonesess' efforts to hawk tickets to anybody and everybody. Then Friday of the tryouts came, and it was time to test my natural skill at scrabble. Cher Hao was there... and so was that heartless, merciless ice queen... and oh yeah, Shu Wei too. Anyways, it was to be for 3 hours, you could play as many games as you like. At the end of the day, al that they'd look at was your spread though. No problem. There were about... 20? Maybe less... people there, vying for the 10 slots in the HELP team on sale. So my chances were about... 50/50. Bring it on. Urm... I can't remember what happened next, but basically, I got systematically creamed. I got beaten by Christine by more than 80 points.... I made up for that by creaming some noob by... can't remember. Then I got beaten in the very last game by... *drumrolls*... two points.

Literally.

I think my spread was positive; but then again, I've already made clear that anything involving my thinking generally can't be relied upon. Yong Jing played 2 games, won both... and promptly stopped playing anymore, ensuring her spread would be positive in the end. Always thought she was a clever girl... SW though, had a spread of -40 something. I wouldn't have believed that, actually... As far as I remember, she was the only one of us 3 who used to bingo back in F5. But she had looked stressed in the past few days... either stressed, or the corruption of her merciless soul was peeping out. Either way, that can't be good. Sure enough, I was later informed that YJ was among the 5 who made the team for sure; the rest of us plebians would have to duke it out gladiator style for last 5 places; the sadistic idea of the guy named after a vulgar body part. But even later, I was informed that there would be no need; said anatomically-christened ordure orifice was supposed to hand in the list of participants that same week; and he had deemed SW and I worthy for his list. Looking back at it, that's probably not something I'm proud of.

The next week would be the last week of practice we would be getting before the competition: the inaugural Taylor's Inter-College Scrabble Competition / Psychological Torture Camp. I ended up playing scrabble during most of my free hours, and even stayed back most days to do the same. Oh, and getting systematically juiced by Yong Jing and Shu Wei, of course. I was kinda surprised how low my standard was now. I lured three n*rds from my class to play against me; beat them by 100 points. But that'd be like SF loosing by only 1 goal: It should have been more. And besides, these people were more noob than... Ras. Ugh. One day, I was even "invited" (read: ambushed and conned) to listen to an MC who apparently used to be a national scrabbler talk about strategy. Who's betting I didn't listen to a french-connection-united-kingdom-ing word he was saying? Congratulations, you're not retarded. Keep up the good work.

I just have to mention something here about our handler, Mr Reproductive-Body-Part You (and I dare you prove me wrong). He, to put it simply, lived up to his name. Despite having ought to have informed us about the transport arrangements the week before, he... jeng jeng jeng... didn't. Wow. Is it any wonder Cher Hao is his friend? But seriously, he makes even Cher Hao look like bleeding Superman. His excuse for not informing us about the transport arrangements throughout the week? "I had LAN". Yeah, no shit. I believe you. You're named for one, after all. And besides, as he himself said (with a proud sniff): "I have no transport problems". Silence for a heartbeat; then punctuated by my "Good for you. Now how about the rest of us?" It is ironic when I think about it now, really... I mean, how can someone who was named after a certain anterior male anatomical extremity, act so much like the body part directly 180 degrees behind it?

When discussing the matter of transport further, he offered to bring us there to Taylor's. The girls were all for it at first, until he asked SW where she lived. Seksyen 17, she replied. Huh? was the answering unintelligible grunt. Is that like, near Seksyen 2? Never mind, she answered sweetly, all the while eyeballing him with something between horror, disgust, amusement and pity; We'll find our own way. Are you sure? I'm fetching Cher Hao; after all, he lives near me. Wait a minute, I chipped in at this point with a frown. You know where Cher Hao lives? Yeah. Where? BU. So you know BU, but you don't know Seksyen 2 or Seksyen 17? Where the hell do you live? TTDI. What the knn mcb dns etc etc etc...... I know resolutely swore that I'd limp my way to Taylor's on crutches rather than have anything to do with him and transport.

Luckily enough, transport for the three of us was arranged smoothly enough; with YJ offering (coerced?) to fetch us there. Despite minor incidents involving my housing area's security guard detaining me for suspiciously running out of housing area at 6.00 in the morning, a taxi driver exquisitely pissed due to my lateness (due to aforementioned security guard) and SW being slightly late, we managed to assemble at YJ's house all alive and relatively well, where we traded offensive stories about Mr-Body-Part for a while before we set off at about 7.15 for Taylor's. Our main problem was that we did not know the way exactly. My calls to Sonia went unanswered, while my calls to Wai Wai turned up an even more gruesome result: an unintelligible, groggy, disgruntled Wai Wai over the phone. NOT something I'll be doing again in the future. However, thanks mainly to the enterprise of YJ's mother, we found our way there in one piece, and (would you believe this to have happened in Malaysia?) on time, reaching there just at 8am.

Of course, needless to say, being on time meant that we were a good 20 minutes earlier than anybody else. We could not register right away, as we had to wait for the whole delegation before we could register ourselves. However, SW helped fill the time (and the chalice of my mortification) by regaling the few of our fellow HELP students who had already arrived with stories of the ADP Summer Variety Concert of the night before. By the time incompetent incarnate arrived (with friend, and Voon), I heartily greeted him by bellowing out his name across 30metres in welcome. Strangely enough, he did not seem pleased with my PDA (public display of affection). Registration followed after the ex-national-scrabbler Bob arrived; as did our splitting with RM25 each in 'registration fees' for the tournament. Hah. A con if I ever saw one. If I wanted to pay RM25 to be put in a cold room for 2 days without food.... well, shoot me.

The first three games of the tournament were to be played before lunch. Trauma from the previous night's high-jinks, not listening to Smashmouth's Allstar for a few hours before the tournament, running to OU at 6am and arguing over my nationality with the security guard took its toll; I lost all three. Each game worse than the previous one, and I can prove it. Lost the first one by 20, second one by 30, third by 40. Well, I guess I'm nothing if not consistent. Still, being beaten by a damn n*rdy looking guy whose Christian name is 'Teddy' probably isn't going to help my self-esteem very much... but in my defence, it was goddamn freezing! My body's temperature regulation has always been a bit screwy... I can go somewhere that is freezing, and not feel or be cold at all; my body is still warm, while everyone else freezes in blue hell. Then after some time, my temperature suddenly drops and I feel bleeding cold. All those Mr Moay classes have proved this; I'm not making this up. So one hour into the competition found me wondering when was lunch, and whether someone would try to set Taylor's on fire that day....

Lunch finally arrived, and since my game ended late, the other HELP-ians had gone off to lunch ahead of me. Oh what, you expected them to wait for me? With me being me? And them being Belianers? Hah. Not on your life. On my way to meet them I just stood in the Taylor's courtyard under the sun for 5 minutes. You don't need to be Superman to enjoy some heat, dammit. A short walk down the road led me to Asia Cafe, where the rest were already seated. Damn, they actually had like, food here. Serious. Food and chap fan were not synonyms in Taylor's that's for sure. HELP had a great variety... Chinese chap fan, Indian chap fan or Malay chap fan. Or if you really wanted something different, you could have bread. But this place had like, everything. Even a bak kut teh store. Limpek would've loved this place (instead, he's feasting in Bob's Corner, but enough on that...). I ordered a chicken/duck rice, though I must have made a mistake on ordering, because what got to me in the end was chicken/duck bones rice. Hmmm.... guess the grass does always seem greener... but then again, that's what my drink tasted like, so I guess I'm not entitled to talk.

Mercifully, lunch was relatively long, and there were only another four games before we were freed. Recharged by my good friend yellow sunlight and stomach filled with gnawed-up chicken and duck bones, I felt better, and despite not having Allstar to listen to, I felt confident of doing better. And I did. How? Providence. MUAHAHHAHHAHAHA! Some noob came my way. As in, CEG kind of noob. She says she comes from Tanjung Malim. That was all I really needed to know, actually. I pawned her for 196 points. MUAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHA! Ok lah, quite bad, I know... but I never said I wasn't. And in actual fact, I kind of went easy on her after a while... I mean... I just didn't have the heart to massacre her any worse than I did... In fact, I even helped her score 20 points one turn... stopped her clock for her when she forgot... let her keep her turn even though her made-up words got rejected... Adam? Wtf? I mean, I know "Eve" is a word, but come on....

Well, mainly thanks to this game, I finished the day with a positive spread. Not bad for only like, two wins out of 6 games in the whole day. I got beaten by Shu Wei though... by 19 points. She was looking like, sooooo listless that day, so I though I could go easy when playing with her and still win. But in the end, I got smacked. She's got this damned irritating habit of looking so down and out and hopeless... then hits you for like, 30 points by putting two tiles. Damn it. I was kinda scrambling to keep up and on the back foot throughout the whole game, and I actually feel kinda lucky to have lost by only 19, considering I was some 50 or 60 points behind her at one point of the game. Sheesh, so much for all my pre-game pledges to cream her for like, a billion points to avenge my partner Voon's defeat at her hands/claws... I protested and lamented my loss afterwards to both YJ and SW; yet for some reason they both seemed unsympathetic. Indeed, YJ even expressed muttered sentiments to SW to the effect of how glad she was that SW beat me; otherwise who knows how insufferable I would have been had I won... Hmph. Incorrigible females! That's two people off my Christmas list. Now all I have to do is get a Christmas list....

The day ended at long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long last; and it was a mix-up as to who was the more relieved by it and eager to get home; YJ to get back to writing her personal statement, SW to get back to studying for her exams, me to get away from Cher and his cocky friend (couldn't resist the pun), or both YJ and SW, and the majority of my HELP teammates, to get away from me. In any case, we all agreed we were exultant that the day was at an end, and that's all that mattered. Transport back was a problem; but once again the most excellent and generous (not to mention Mercedes Benz furnished) YJ came to the rescue. We had to listen to a rather exquisitely long rant of hers concerning the incompetents she played against, but I found it very amusing to be sure. I just had to imagine how she'd rant about ME.... SW on the other hand was consoling herself by taking potshots of me by references to the previous night's gender-bending performance, while YJ did me no favours by constantly agreeing with SW, and also declaring it the best value she had ever received for four bucks.

Actually, I knew it had been a bad journey back shortly before being dropped off at 1U by YJ's dad; and also got the impression that it could be a lot worse. We had stopped off to pick up YJ's younger sister earlier, and I had had some previous bad experiences with her before. Though I'm sure she does not remember me, I will be hard pressed to forget having her throw magnets into my water when I was at YJ's house last year; no doubt in a rather childish though sincere attempt at assassinating me. Anyway, shortly before arriving at OU, said young girl, all of 10 years of age, had been gawking at me for a short while; with what seemed to be a knowing, amused look on her face all the time. She then leaned forward to whisper something to her elder sister in front, who promptly barked out a laugh and callously mentioned "See? Even my sister knows". Know what, little girl? I asked tensely, with saccharine smile in place. The little girl just shook her head, with mischievous smile still on her face. YONG JING! I wailed indignantly. What?! She said defensively. All I showed her were the pictures! I would never show her the video! What video, went the little girl as a matter of course. Oh, the one you can only watch once you're 18, said YJ. Awww... let me watch... jie jie... bawled the 10-year-old, shaking her sister's shoulder imploringly. Sigh. This is going to be a looooooooooooooooong life.....

Despite having voiced misgivings, grave reluctance and half-hearted threats to pull out of the competition after the first day of games, the next day found both girls preparing themselves for yet another day of scrabble; albeit with no small amount of grumbling. The arrangements were only slightly different from the previous day’s: SW had gone to Taylor’s with her friend after church, while I had to be rescued from the 1 Utama taxi stand by YJ after having been stranded at home a good half an hour waiting for the taxi. It’s a long story… the first day, I had gotten up at 5.30am, and called a taxi to wait for me at the OU taxi stand at about 6, figuring that by the time I walked there, it would be just in time. However, I had barely put on my shoes when I was informed that the taxi had already arrived and was waiting. Since it was a good kilometre or more from my house to the designated taxi stand, I started cursing and running there; though of course, the cursing stopped once I ran out of breath. However, just as I arrived at the entrance of my housing estate, I was hailed rather alarmingly by the security guard, who asked to see identification.

Looking back on it, I can probably see how I would have looked suspicious. It was about 6am, I was dressed all in black, with a bag in my possession, running like a bat out of hell out from the housing estate. Damn, I was probably lucky the trigger-happy Bob didn’t shoot me on sight. And since I hadn’t brought any ID on my person except for my student ID, we had a long, not-very-eloquent discussion as to my nationality and my possession of the knapsack. In the end I prevailed in convincing him that I was not a Chinese national who had just robbed a house and was (somewhat foolishly it would seem to me) making my getaway right in front of the guardhouse; but by that time the taxi had already left. I watched it leave from 200 metres behind him in the dark, in fact. I had to call again, only for the very same taxi to come back. Needless to say, the man was pissed. But in any case, YJ and SW had most unsympathetically labeled me a fool after I had narrated my troubles to them; and had wisely suggested that I get the taxi to come to my house next time. Which was exactly what I did on Sunday morning, and it blew up quite spectacularly in my face, I assure you. Whether they didn’t do addresses very well, or the taxi company blackmailed my number, I do not know; all I know is, it just didn’t work, and YJ had to pick me up from OU.

Since no registration was required the next day, the time before the competition passed without incident. True, we all looked the same as we did after a double period of Cik Liang last year, but at least nothing was screwed up this time. The games commenced on time today (WOW!) and ominously, perhaps as a sign of the things to come, I won my first game by 2 points. Yeah, 2 points. Literally. Now I know how it’s like on the winning side of a 2 point difference, for once. And it felt good. But as I said, that could not possibly be a good omen… And sure enough, it wasn’t. For my next opponent, I got matched to play against aforementioned ex-national scrabbling Bob. My reaction in no particular order was: Damn. Sigh. Bring it on. And surprisingly, halfway through the game, I was leading him by 70 points. Seriously. Then I took a trip to bingo hell. Just so those unfamiliar with scrabble know, a bingo is when you use up all 7 of your tiles. You get a bonus 50 points for that. After his bingo we were level. OK… bring it on. Then the bastard pulled the stunt again. And to cut a long story short, I lost by 83 points. Knnmcbdns….. Oh well. He beat YJ by the same score the previous day; I guess that’s a respectable score (relatively).

I then played what would turn out to be the second-unluckiest game of scrabble in my life (more on unluckiest later). I was playing against this girl who was probably of the same standard as myself; yet for some reason I had the worst luck. Personally, I blame God. He hates me. Anyways, I virtually did not touch a high-scoring tile the whole game, save a miserable Q, and even then I could not make anything out of it; while she kept having the perfect tiles to put at the perfect places. The only time I hit 30 points or more was with ‘QUIPS’. Self-styled scrabble experts and gurus like Cher Hao will tell you that that is NOT good at all; and I agree. And I guess my sheer bad luck can be summed up perfectly with the following narrative of what she did next: She then put an E to make it ‘EQUIPS’. Sigh. I feel like I’m in SF all over again (Oh wait a minute….). When’s lunch? It arrived soon enough, and this time, I was the first one flying out of the room; and again, I stood under the sun for a good few minutes. I had worn a long-sleeved T-shirt for today; yet that had proved ineffectual.

Due to this severe cold (and I can see no other reason than this as the excuse and reason), I decided that something must be done about it. YJ and SW had gone to the ladies’, and (unsurprisingly) had imperiously bade me watch their bags and other possessions while they were gone. While looking absent-mindedly at SW’s jacket, I was taunted by the devil and tempted by the cold to try it on, which I did. Surprisingly, it fit me rather well. On seeing me, one of my HELP teammates Stephanie commented that it looked slimming on me. Why, thank you. However, before I could even approach close enough to SW and YJ to ask them if they agreed with their fellow female’s opinion, YJ’s usually austere demeanor broke into a look of incredulous wonderment, while SW’s eyes seemed to triple in size as her jaw dropped. Some commotion occurred straight afterwards, and the gist of it was that they were appalled I had worn SW’s jacket. Thankfully, I wasn’t hexed or punished in any way for it, because YJ seemed to amused, and SW, too disgustedly horrified, at the sight to remember to censure me. All SW did was make me promise only give it back to her at the end of the day, since she claimed she could not bear to wear it any more for the rest of the day.

For lunch, over the usual trading of sob stories relating to scrabble, I heard something that made me feel slightly better. A HELP scrabble teammate, Siva or Brahma or Vishnu or something, had played against the guy I lost by 20 points to yesterday; and had led by 150 points. However, in the last 4 minutes, he had managed to lose the game. Don’t ask me how. Rejuvenated with the news that God hated someone else more than myself, I ordered the bak kut teh… only that it wasn’t really bak kut teh at all. More like… dark soya sauce boiled and burnt to a crisp. Don’t ask. I never thought that pork could ever taste so bad in my life. If I could ever be accused of having ever contemplated becoming a Muslim, now would have probably been the closest I’d come yet. And oh, in case I forgot to mention, I was wearing SW’s jacket the whole time; if not on my hips, then around my neck. And I took it as a sign of encouragement that nobody stopped to stare at the sight of me; it must have been just as I suspected: I didn’t really look that bad in it. Silly females. Always overreacting. And there was YJ advising SW on the finer points of boiling clothes with some Clorox added. Hah! Like she would know! I bet she’s never had to wash anything except her hair her whole life……

My opponent directly after lunch was YJ. Yeah, I know. The simplicity of that statement probably caught you off by surprise too, eh? Like, how could so much dread be packed into 7 words, right? But YJ it was… and despite having won only 3 games so far (and one by only 2 points at that) as opposed to YJ’s 4 or 5, my spread was still higher than hers (-17 to -100 something I believe it was). So we did what all respectable Belianers did: we cheated to make sure our scores evened up. Besides, I was pretty much out of it by now; YJ might still have a chance at winning something if I let her rack up another win. So we (actually, just I) played like hell, since we had agreed to report a false result at the end anyway. In reality, she beat me by… 100 something I think. Which actually isn’t really a lot, considering I opened up the board for her and selected the low-scoring tiles for myself. But it doesn’t matter, what went into the official records was a loss by a spread of -53 to myself, bringing our total points to around -70 each. But despite our cumulative spreads being similar, YJ now had an extra win to help add to her tally.

And now came my unluckiest game of the tournament. Strangely enough (considering what I'd eaten for lunch), it was against a Bob. Yeah. A non-ex-national scrabbler at that. Kinda hard to describe how the game went… but it was basically very high scoring. I mean, the both of us scored close to 300 by the end, which is surprisingly high for competitive standards (for us amateurs, that is). I don’t know how SHE managed to score that high; all I know is she did. She, like my earlier opponent, would have just the right tile to put in just the correct places, or the almost impossible to get combination to form a word. By the time we got to the end of the score-sheet, my score was 293 and hers, 291. The tiles were running out; the board was stuck. And as my luck would have it, I pull out a Z, worth 10 points, with no possible word to form with it, and no possible place to put it in. So if the game ended with the Z still on my board, she’d get a bonus 20 points from that alone. And she had less tiles than myself, naturally… But providence smiled upon me; she put an E behind another E to make it EE; and, not daring to believe my luck, triumphantly placed my Z to form ZEE. 12 points. But then, she produced a blank tile to put behind ZEE to make it ZEES. 11 points. And to top it off, her ‘S’ also formed another word downwards, SWAN. 6 points. The game finished with a loss to myself; by some 30 points after penalties (she would finish first, naturally).

Fuck.

Well, no matter what, the tournament had ended, one way or another. Needless to say, we had to wait an hour and stay back for the results; or as my partner Voon quite hilariously put it, to wait around to clap for the winners. And that is exactly what we did; and despite the teams of YJ and SW (Oh, did I forget to mention? They were partners) and Voon (this kinda quiet girl who’s quite good at scrabble, and is damn cool because she sits cross legged on her chair while playing… so zen. Reminds me of Shaolin Soccer for some reason. By the way, ‘ZEN’ is apparently not a word; but then again, apparently ‘ABET’ isn’t either; but that was because I got screwed by the marshal. Urm… but I’m ranting now, so I’ll stop) and I won nothing, Cher and his partner Stephanie (a foul DJ-ian, I found out later) won best team. If I’m not mistaken, they counted the cumulative spread of both. After all the ceremony of photos etc etc, we could finally, finally, finally leave. My goodness, I never wanted to go back to Taylor’s ever again; or play scrabble for that matter. The only time I’ll play scrabble from now on is the Rempit way against Han Tsong, Chee Seng and Edwin. But anyway, once again we were deported homewards bound by YJ’s dad; though this time I dropped off at SW’s house because it wouldn’t be in their way to go to OU. And besides, I had to give her her jacket, didn’t I? She was… not very pleased with me. I walked home from SW’s house after that… and with that, ended what was probably the only scrabble experience that could have been bad enough to top even the wolf-whistling La Salle competition last year. The. End.

(Yeah. I wish.)

BELIAN 2005 - ALWAYS A CLASS ABOVE OTHERS

2006-07-26T22:25:00.000+08:00

Tsk, tsk. Moriarty, i am disappointed.

I am shocked by the amount of childishness and vindictiveness shown by some people in attempting to shut down our Belian blog, believing it "dead". Well, it may be true that the blog is inactive, but it does not mean our spirit has fallen.

WE. WILL. NEVER. DIE.

What a loser. If i didn't know better, i'd say you were KK.

SHOCKY SHOCKY? Since you are an imbecile, i thought you could do with a lesson or two. Changing our password to "nyatoh" was just dumb. This proves that we belianers possess greater intellectual skills compared to you. This site is officially reopened. Have a nice day.

,,I,,

Yours,
Sherlock Holmes.

ps: password only on request now. oh, and mysterious nyatoh student, say something on the chatbox. i'll be waiting.

2006-07-24T21:25:00.000+08:00

Belian 2005- in a DYING class of its own. To think you guys claimed to be the best of the batch? Consistency my foot.

Oh. And don't bother trying to find the posts. Your password has been changed.

SHOCKY SHOCKY? Since you are dying I thought you belianers could do with some help. This site is officially closed. Bye.

2006-07-20T23:09:00.000+08:00

Beckett

Pui Shen (hey, has anyone else noticed that her initials could also stand for Pint-Sized?) had advertised the Beckett Residency play which she would star in at 3pm yesterday, so I thought it would be a good idea to haul my idle butt over to watch it. So I enlisted the participation of my ever-trustworthy traveling companion and suffering companion, HS. At 1pm, he arrived at my house, punctually. I wasn’t, since I hadn’t even eaten or changed yet. At 1.25pm, we set off to Ikano, for I had some vague idea of taking the free bus service from there to the Kelana Jaya LRT. Unfortunately, the only part of my last sentence that could be said to have any truth in it was ‘vague’; since after discovering that the bus venue had changed due to WC screening, and running 150 metres to the new bus stop (in long pants and long sleeved dress shirts, since I decided to dress somewhat formally and had unwisely advised HS to do the same) we found out that it would set off at 2.30pm, not 1.30pm as I had believed.

OK, tactical error. Restrategize. We hailed a cab to bring us to Kelana, witnessing an accident involving a Bob motorcyclist and getting conned of RM20 along the way. We were some 10 minutes behind the vague schedule I had set for ourselves, but the rest of the way was relatively smooth.

We got to KL Sentral, and bought our KTM tickets to get to Sentul. We were honestly quite shocked to find that these only cost us RM1 apiece, but we weren’t stupid enough to ask the ticket-counter girl if she got that right, just in case the Gods did not feel merciful that day. There was some ambiguity as to whether we ended up at the right train terminal or not, but we convinced ourselves that we were, and waited the 5 minutes for the train to arrive at 2.22pm as promised by the sign board patiently. However, the Gods were pissed that day, for when the 5 minutes were up, the sign suddenly announced the arrival time to be 2.37pm. Damn, and the show was at 3pm…

However, the train came some time before 2.37pm, and we were quite relieved after we jumped in and had confirmed that the train WAS headed for Sentul. Well, actually, the train had a 50/50 chance of getting to Sentul. It was either Sentul or Seremban, but at this point in time, we were too dejected to care. “Bring it on”, as the resigned, wise llama once said. At this point, HS prophesied that, even if we were lucky enough to get to Sentul instead of Seremban, with our luck, there would probably be a ‘Sentul East’ and KLPac would probably be at ‘Sentul West’, or some other misfortune like that. I grumpily told him to shut his trap. But though somewhat alarmed at the sight of what appeared to be rainforest and untamed jungle flashing past us from the window, we arrived at a terminal which had ‘Sentul’ written on it instead of ‘Seremban’. Actually, it STILL looked kinda scary, since it really looked like a bombed-out building from the WW2 era (I later found out that this was truer than I ever believed at the time).

As soon as we stepped out of the station, we were shown a glimpse of HS’s powers of foresight; there WAS indeed a ‘Sentul East’ and ‘Sentul West’, believe it or not; and quite as prophesized, we were at the wrong end. The first taxi driver we asked had no idea what the hell KLPac was (and indeed, asked me if I meant KLCC in horrible Mandarin, while looking patronizingly at me like I was some lost, overdressed Mongolian immigrant), but HS found a driver who did know where KLPac was; and who spent the entire trip there advising us to avoid the ‘conmen’ taxi drivers (note: Wait a minute…aren’t they all conmen?) who did not know where KLPac was; since he made it seem as if those who didn’t were inferior human beings in general. Luckily, despite having only 10 minutes to get to KLPac, we got there on time, arriving at exactly 3pm.

But the show didn’t start yet, there were delays. Sigh.

Oh well, we did bump into PS’s dad outside whilst waiting for the show to begin. While Dr Yoong and (future) Dr Chia spoke gravely about the proceedings of the World Cup, I walked around the place. At 3.15pm (why did I ever think that, just because these were artistic people, they weren’t Malaysian enough to follow Malaysian timing?) we entered the dark stage, determined to reap the fruit of our hour and a half of travels. We were… confused by the time the short interval arrived some 90 minutes and 4 plays later. We went outside to rationalize what 3 Thai paddy field workers, a praying vagrant and a living mannequin with snot slowly but surely elongating from his nose meant. We discussed our theories, and resolved to ask PS later if we were even remotely correct. Personally, I couldn’t shake off the suspicion that Beckett was just a sadistic jerk who wrote these plays to bamboozle the bleeding hell out of his audience. I mean, that’s what I would have done.

Then we went in for the next 3 plays. And in the words of HS: “Super-SWEAT” –ed some more. I had more luck in figuring out my Add-Math papers than I did in figuring these absurdist plays meant (I cannot stress enough how accurately absurd in absurdist describes the plays). The play “Footfalls”, especially, I am privately convinced is what Dante would have witnessed at the lowest level of Hell, if he had stopped to catch a play there. I’m pretty sure HS fell asleep for one of these plays too. But the last play was the one PS was in, and we sat up a bit straighter when it began. But the performance was somewhat… perplexing, should we say. If my description and interpretation of the play is in any way accurate, some gay guy was dreaming of PS reaching up to (what was either) God (or otherwise a disembodied hand), touching said hand, getting fed, and sleeping. I noticed a disturbing resemblance to Garfield, minus the God part. In the words of my lame ex-Physics tuition teacher, Mr Moay: "Ini agak menakutkan."

After everything was over, we were still sitting down disbelievingly, somewhat stupefied, when a Caucasian came up to the Caucasian sitting in front of me and ask “Oh, did you enjoy the show?”. The reply: “Oh, very much indeed”. Why you lying basta… I’ll see you in hell! No wonder his nose was so long. We then went to meet the thespian backstage. The following is roughly the conversation between HS, PS and I (note: HS was taking unusual pride in seeming 'snobbish', though the effect was closer to 'gay'. The idea was Yong Jing inspired, I believe) :
HS : PS, dar-lihnk! You were spectacular! Muah muah muah!
PS : Ur… O=K….
CW: Yes, you were urm… brilliant at your part.
PS : Thank you!
CW: Yeah, ok. By the way, what the hell was your part supposed to be about?
HS : Yayayaya! *questioning look*
It turns out even PS didn’t know. It was, apparently, “open to personal interpretation”. Ok… then I suppose I stick with my own then. And that is that Beckett is a bloody sadistic jerk who set out to confuse his audience while in an opium-induced spell of literary inspiration. Oh, and I’ve come up with a formula to describe theatre; I must see if I can get it internationally recognized. The formula to describe theatre is: O = K. You know, if it wasn't for the fact that I didn't pay a cent, I'm pretty sure I'd feel grievously conned. But I suppose, as the saying goes: "You get what you paid for." Which, in this case, was absolutely nothing.

Overall, an interesting, if not completely satisfying or even agreeable end to my holidays. Basically, I did nothing of worth or import. Yet, somehow, I doubt things of worth or import could have been as interesting as what I went through. If this keeps up though, I think I’ll go live in the Canadian wilderness for a few years to bring calm back into my life.

p.s. - HS, you should post up your pics of our trip here.

CW

Jang Jang Jang....

2006-07-17T15:50:00.000+08:00

Happy burfday to you...
Happy burfday to you...
Happpyyy burrrrrfffffdaayyy to Chengy Wei...
Happy burfday to you!!!

To a man of few words
(Ok just kidding, he's got a lot of words, most of which I can't pronounce)
Happiest 18th birthday Tommy!
All the best and God bless (NO comment about this one ok)

=)
~Chiddy~

The Dead Song

2006-07-13T18:25:00.000+08:00

We are so dead,
We are so dead,
La la la,
So rest in peace.

La la la,
So rest in peace.

X____X <----------Die already

~Chiddy~

My Holiday's Epilogue

2006-07-09T20:51:00.000+08:00

I'm pretty sure by now that one month is too long a period for holidays. Way too long. The first hint I got was probably when I couldn't tell what day or date it is anymore. For example, I thought yesterday was Thursday, when in fact it was Saturday. Just why I thought that will forever remain a mystery to me. Furthermore, you know it's too long when you start itching to get out of the house. True, the fact that your mom is always getting on your case plays a part; but usually you'll start looking for any reason to get the hell out of the house. You'll gladly return to college just to photocopy some books. You'll go haunt shopping complexes just because you can. Another sure symptom that your holiday is too long is when you start harassing your other friends that are on holiday (more than usual).

So what's been new in my last 2 weeks of holidays? Nothing nail-biting, that's for sure. I did go back to college a few times. Just to get some books photocopied. Those believing that this was some attempt by myself to be hardworking can rest easy when I tell them that this is not the case in the least; I could easily have bought the ready books from the photocopy shop on the first day in college. However, since it is (marginally) cheaper to photocopy them yourself, and since I needed an excuse to get out of the house, that's what I did. Go on one day to the library to borrow books (only 3 at a time), leave them at the photocopy shop to be copied, then return a few days later to pick them up. A time-wasting but cost-saving tactic. I usually schedule my trips so that my return trips coincide with the time HS goes off. Sometimes I have to wait a bit, but it's OK since this provides me with the only (bearable) human interaction I have during the holidays (for the record, my mum and brother don't count).

A particularly interesting incident was one of these occasions. I was in the library when I bumped into Emily. I had promised her some weeks ago to buy postcards from her for her Raleigh trip (never imagining I'd ever actually have to, of course), and she cornered me and squeezed RM10 out of me. It was only after I paid her that I realized I brought just enough money to pay for my photocopied books. So I had to go borrow extra cash off Ray. After everything was settled, I was just RM3 from broke. I thought I was lucky, and was in fact gloating about my narrow escape from poverty at the bus-stop when HS goes "Urm... but you promised to buy a sticker from my sister yesterday". Uh oh. F*ck. Destitution vs the wrath of that little hen that was HS’s sister. "How much?" I asked, bracing myself. "RM 2". After paying, I was left with just a buck left. And I still had to take a first a bus ride to Menara STAR with HS to submit our Spirit of Melaka form, then another bus ride back home from there. Knndnsmcb etc etc etc.

I went to watch Superman at Cineleisure one day. I thought I had everything well planned out. I went over at about 1pm to buy my ticket and as I approached the formidable-looking complex from the Curve, it looked nothing short of forbidding to a lone person. Like a haunted house, but more colorful and with Superman posters. The glass door slid silently open as I approached. Not a soul was in sight. I made my way warily to an escalator that wasn't working, following the silent signs that pointed the way to the cinema at the top floor. I saw nobody at the second floor either, but I began to hear footsteps echoing behind mine. I quickened my pace, but the footsteps kept up; it seemed to be stalking me. I could see no one. Yet, there was always the slow, heavy thread that seemed to becoming from all around me.

At the third floor, I decided that I'd had enough. I would face my destiny, and meet my fear head on. I whirled about, but again, the footfalls followed my own and were quiet when I stopped. It was a tense stand-off. Beads of perspiration slid down my face as I strained my senses to detect any physical sign of my ethereal stalker. Nothing. My mind calculated possible actions to take in the event that I encountered my stalker as I moved silently backwards, inching towards the escalator. But I heard and saw nothing. But then, my foot bumped into the glass pane of the escalator, and I heard the sound coming from me from everywhere yet nowhere.

And it was then that I realized:
“Goddammit, this place had the best acoustics for echoes I'd ever encountered…”

I silently swore to myself for not having thought of it sooner. I was still in this rather occupied mood when I walked into the cinema, only to have the hell scared out of me my a zombie leaning on a tree with a heart hanging from it. BLOODY HELL! But it turned out to be a display to advertise 'Recycle'. Bleeding bastards, you'd have thought the place was creepy enough without having the first thing you see to be THAT grotesque creature. As if the Ronaldinho posters at the Nike shop downstairs weren’t ugly enough, they had to have a zombie be the first thing to greet you up there. I had my next scare when I saw the guy selling my tickets, since the Bob seemed even sicklier than the zombie. Superman had really better be worth all this........

Oh yes, I almost forgot my greatest accomplishment over the holidays. Actually, it would be a great accomplishment no matter when I did it, because it is quite literally doing the impossible. So I can say, with great pride, "Well done, Cheng Wei. You have succeeded in the impossible: You have broken titanium". Titanium alloy spectacle frames, to be exact. Titanium is supposedly indestructible. And yet, somehow, someway, I broke mine. Hey, it wasn't really my fault. I took a header, that's it. The ball barely touched my specs. Honestly, they weren't even knocked askew at the least, I didn't even have to touch them or readjust them. Two footsteps after that, however, the specs broke. Sigh... Actually, I'm not too surprised. I've been abusing my specs like crazy. I mean, it's probably been through more physical abuse than most people. Best news? Titanium can't be repaired by welding. Great. I rigged up temporary repairs for now; I think I'll try metal putty some day.

Hurt myself again. At football, no less. My left side was practically incapacitated. Stupid Foo. I mean, if you can fly thousands of kilometres back here alone, logic would dictate that you would at least be capable of organizing a football match, yea? Instead, 8 people turn up. The others come like, an hour late. That's bad, even considering Malaysian and SF standards. And (unsurprisingly), SF plays even worse than before. Like, EVER. And that's really.... really.... bad. I knew it wasn't going to be our day when I tipped the ball right onto the post, and it rolled back across goal for a goal-poaching striker to score. And he wasn't even anywhere near the goal at first; he just took advantage because all my defenders were lazy fucks who didn't want to run. And there was also the time I was answering someone’s phone when the other team scored…. LOL. But the crowning moment was when Foo let a long ball go between his legs for a guy to score. Sigh... yet surprisingly, we lost by only 4-0. Hmmm... a sign of change, perhaps?

Oh yes, I did do something somewhat productive: I went to college to check my timetable for the new semester (only to find out later I could have obtained them online). And I was not happy with it. Every single one of my groupings and lecturers were different than the previous semester; I don't really mind that, but I did mind the fact that every single one of my subjects had a class that clashed with one of the four English Literature classes held during the week. This meant that I could not make any of the classes unless I mutually swapped groups with someone; and even then I would only be able to attend one class a week. To top it off, after going through every single combination of grouping for every single subject, I found out it was impossible to exchange any one of my classes so that I could attend literature classes. Not a single one. So I tried working out the possible combinations of switching TWO classes. And amazingly… still impossible.

Great. Screw it, I blew 12 copies of the timetable working out combinations to come up against a blank wall. Calling the A-Levels Dept didn't help; all they could tell me was that I had to go figure out the exchanges for myself. Oh, and I could only switch one class. Thank you. Oh, and thanks for squat, you sonamabitch. Goodbye. However, in my direst hour, I remembered seeing Evelyn's name on the list... there might be hope yet. After obtaining permission from Evelyn herself to hijack her place in her classes. The only complication was that Yuhhui already took her place in Bio A from G, so I might have to go to G. But that combination was fine by me too, so it didn't matter. I rang the A-Levels Department to inform them of the change. After some hesitation on their end, they tentatively agreed to the new arrangements. I am told that the change in my timetable and groupings have been pretty much confirmed; but I'll still go early on Monday to check....

I went for HELP Social Work Division's visits to Wisma Harapan last Friday and the Friday before that. It's a place for mentally-disabled adults and children, and therefore, in my opinion, one of the most inaptly named buildings on the face of the earth. When I was there last week, I was directed to help teach some students of a vocational class. Well, there was a teacher there, so I was more like a teaching assistant. Sorta like a prefect, but with the major difference that, unlike a prefect, I actually did work.. In any case, it was a... learning experience. Some people are very slow, some people are almost normal. I spent 3 hours trying to teach 2 students to write 'A', but another student was asking me to teach him Roman numerals. So there's some discrepancy between their intellect levels. I had to help them do artwork as well, though luckily not much since I know nuts about art.

They are difficult to deal with at best. Losing your temper wouldn't help any, since they'd just as soon stare at you and drool as they would learn from their lessons. Of course, the fact that the majority of them don't talk or don't want to is a major pain in the posterior as well. I believe I was bullied when I look back at it. I was probably conned into doing a lot of things for them for free. And oh yes, I was insulted. Whenever you ask any of them to show you how they make something, they look at you in sympathetic, patronizing looks and go "Oh, you're so old and you don't know?". Bloody... And they're scary, did you know they were scary? One of them went "Didn't any girls come?". When I said yes, there were; he asked me to get some girls to come up and teach the next week. O=K, I don't wanna know...

Believe it or not, I had to think on my feet more during those 3 hours than I had to for a long time. Every single language I knew, every piece of skill and general knowledge I possessed, and every memory of mine of things ranging from 'tulisan kursif' to Roman numerals were tested; all in the effort to please them and what they wanted to learn. It was taxing to say the least (especially since some guy Ivan kept trying to chat with me about Chinese serials and kept singing the theme songs to me), but I held firm. But that was before I found out at the end that the other guy (the ONLY other guy who went besides myself) who was supposed to be suffering the same fate as myself in the next class chickened out early from teaching, and had left to join the others (all girls) downstairs folding letters. Chicken......

When I went again 2 days ago, I was the only boy this time. So when they asked for a volunteer besides myself to go up there to ‘teach’, I immediately pointed a finger at Chai Yee (though to be perfectly honest, I think she kinda volunteered herself), so she was hauled off with me up to the vocational classes. We spent some time folding some letters with 2 of the students whom I knew from the week before, and everything went very well. I suppose this must have given the wrong impression to CY, since these 2 were some of the smarter students there. I knew that, but I forgot to mention that to CY. I did try to show her that these 2 weren’t that dumb, when I pretended to forget my age so that they answered for me (I told them last week), but that must have made CY think all of them were on that level of thinking. So when we finally got to go to classrooms, I thought nothing of any difficulty CY might go through. But when recess came, she had more than a few ghost stories to share with me. Oh, and two students swore that I was 30 years old. But I take solace in the fact that they are the mentally-retarded ones....

Oh yes, and recess was very funny. I ate with them last week at their canteen, but since CY strongly objected to doing so, we didn’t this time. But in the few minutes we were at the canteen, the aforementioned Ivan could not stop gawking at CY, and finished off this display of complete lack of gallantry by telling her in Cantonese (in no uncertain terms) that he wanted her to sit down and chat with him, since he liked her. “Ngo hou chung yi lei”, to be exact. He must have gotten that off from a Chinese serial. The horrified expression on her face and the urgency with which she hurried us out of the canteen was priceless. I could not give it a rest the whole time we were helping the others fold letters throughout recess. As I mentioned to CY: I wonder why Yong Jing is never around to get herself into these kinds of situations? Luckily, she did not need to spend a lot of time with Ivan after recess, though she did mention he was singing to her for a while after that…

Pui Shen (hey, has anyone else noticed that her initials could also stand for Pint-Sized?) had advertised the Beckett Residency play which she would star in at 3pm yesterday, so I thought it would be a good idea to haul my idle butt over to watch it. So I enlisted the participation of my ever-trustworthy traveling companion and suffering companion, HS. At 1pm, he arrived at my house, punctually. I wasn’t, since I hadn’t even eaten or changed yet. At 1.25pm, we set off to Ikano, for I had some vague idea of taking the free bus service from there to the Kelana Jaya LRT. Unfortunately, the only part of my last sentence that could be said to have any truth in it was ‘vague’; since after discovering that the bus venue had changed due to WC screening, and running 150 metres to the new bus stop (in long pants and long sleeved dress shirts, since I decided to dress somewhat formally and had unwisely advised HS to do the same) we found out that it would set off at 2.30pm, not 1.30pm as I had believed.

OK, tactical error. Restrategize. We hailed a cab to bring us to Kelana, witnessing an accident involving a Bob motorcyclist and getting conned of RM20 along the way. We were some 10 minutes behind the vague schedule I had set for ourselves, but the rest of the way was relatively smooth. We got to KL Sentral, and bought our KTM tickets to get to Sentul. We were honestly quite shocked to find that these only cost us RM1 apiece, but we weren’t stupid enough to ask the ticket-counter girl if she got that right, just in case the Gods did not feel merciful that day. There was some ambiguity as to whether we ended up at the right train terminal or not, but we convinced ourselves that we were, and waited the 5 minutes for the train to arrive at 2.22pm as promised by the sign board patiently. However, the Gods were pissed that day, for when the 5 minutes were up, the sign suddenly announced the arrival time to be 2.37pm. Damn, and the show was at 3pm…

However, the train came some time before 2.37pm, and we were quite relieved after we jumped in and had confirmed that the train WAS headed for Sentul. Well, actually, the train had a 50/50 chance of getting to Sentul. It was either Sentul or Seremban, but at this point in time, we were too dejected to care. “Bring it on”, as the resigned, wise llama once said. At this point, HS prophesied that, even if we were lucky enough to get to Sentul instead of Seremban, with our luck, there would probably be a ‘Sentul East’ and KLPac would probably be at ‘Sentul West’, or some other misfortune like that. I grumpily told him to shut his trap. But though somewhat alarmed at the sight of what appeared to be rainforest and untamed jungle flashing past us from the window, we arrived at a terminal which had ‘Sentul’ written on it instead of ‘Seremban’. Actually, it STILL looked kinda scary, since it really looked like a bombed-out building from the WW2 era (I later found out that this was truer than I ever believed at the time).

As soon as we stepped out of the station, we were shown a glimpse of HS’s powers of foresight; there WAS indeed a ‘Sentul East’ and ‘Sentul West’, believe it or not; and quite as prophesized, we were at the wrong end. The first taxi driver we asked had no idea what the hell KLPac was (and indeed, asked me if I meant KLCC in horrible Mandarin, while looking patronizingly at me like I was some lost, overdressed Mongolian immigrant), but HS found a driver who did know where KLPac was; and who spent the entire trip there advising us to avoid the ‘conmen’ taxi drivers (note: Wait a minute…aren’t they all conmen?) who did not know where KLPac was; since he made it seem as if those who didn’t were inferior human beings in general. Luckily, despite having only 10 minutes to get to KLPac, we got there on time, arriving at exactly 3pm.

But the show didn’t start yet, there were delays. Sigh.

Oh well, we did bump into PS’s dad outside whilst waiting for the show to begin. While Dr Yoong and (future) Dr Chia spoke gravely about the proceedings of the World Cup, I walked around the place. At 3.15pm (why did I ever think that, just because these were artistic people, they weren’t Malaysian enough to follow Malaysian timing?) we entered the dark stage, determined to reap the fruit of our hour and a half of travels. We were… confused by the time the short interval arrived some 90 minutes and 4 plays later. We went outside to rationalize what 3 Thai paddy field workers, a praying vagrant and a living mannequin with snot slowly but surely elongating from his nose meant. We discussed our theories, and resolved to ask PS later if we were even remotely correct. Personally, I couldn’t shake off the suspicion that Beckett was just a sadistic jerk who wrote these plays to bamboozle the bleeding hell out of his audience. I mean, that’s what I would have done.

Then we went in for the next 3 plays. And in the words of HS: “Super-SWEAT” –ed some more. I had more luck figuring in out my Add-Math papers than I did in figuring these absurdist plays meant (I cannot stress enough how accurately absurd in absurdist describes the plays). The play “Footfalls”, especially, I am privately convinced is what Dante would have witnessed at the lowest level of Hell, if he had stopped to catch a play there. I’m pretty sure HS fell asleep for one of these plays too. But the last play was the one PS was in, and we sat up a bit straighter when it began. But the performance was somewhat… perplexing, should we say. If my description and interpretation of the play is in any way accurate, some gay guy was dreaming of PS reaching up to (what was either) God (or otherwise a disembodied hand), touching said hand, getting fed, and sleeping. I noticed a disturbing resemblance to Garfield, minus the God part. In the words of my lame ex-Physics tuition teacher, Mr Moay: "Ini agak menakutkan."

After everything was over, we were still sitting down disbelievingly, somewhat stupefied, when a Caucasian came up to the Caucasian sitting in front of me and ask “Oh, did you enjoy the show?”. The reply: “Oh, very much indeed”. Why you lying basta… I’ll see you in hell! No wonder his nose was so long. We then went to meet the thespian backstage. The following is roughly the conversation between HS, PS and I (note: HS was taking unusual pride in seeming 'snobbish', though the effect was closer to 'gay'. The idea was Yong Jing inspired, I believe) :
HS : PS, dar-lihnk! You were spectacular! Muah muah muah!
PS : Ur… O=K….
CW: Yes, you were urm… brilliant at your part.
PS : Thank you!
CW: Yeah, ok. By the way, what the hell was your part supposed to be about?
HS : Yayayaya! *questioning look*
It turns out even PS didn’t know. It was, apparently, “open to personal interpretation”. Ok… then I suppose I stick with my own then. And that is that Beckett is a bloody sadistic jerk who set out to confuse his audience while in an opium-induced spell of literary inspiration. Oh, and I’ve come up with a formula to describe theatre; I must see if I can get it internationally recognized. The formula to describe theatre is: O = K. You know, if it wasn't for the fact that I didn't pay a cent, I'm pretty sure I'd feel grievously conned. But I suppose, as the saying goes: "You get what you paid for." Which, in this case, was absolutely nothing.

Overall, an interesting, if not completely satisfying or even agreeable end to my holidays. Basically, I did nothing of worth or import. Yet, somehow, I doubt things of worth or import could have been as interesting as what I went through. If this keeps up though, I think I’ll go live in the Canadian wilderness for a few years to bring calm back into my life.

p.s. - HS, you should post up your pics of our trip here.

CW

Holiday Journal

2006-07-07T19:31:00.000+08:00

Let's have all the people on holidays tell us what the hell they've done with their holidays. I'll belanja the person who is idle and lazy enough to match myself.

CW

GosSiPs GoSsiPss~

2006-07-01T21:16:00.000+08:00

Come one, come all.. mari kita ber-share share gossips yang latest sekali..

Let me start..
1) shu wei broke up with her bf..

An equation =P

2006-07-01T11:16:00.000+08:00

COW + CHICKEN = ?!

List of 'Cool'

2006-06-29T15:49:00.000+08:00

I am taking a break from reading 'The Picture of Durian Gay' (recommended by PS, I believe... Godot) to revive this blog from it's downward spiral. As always, the problem is not in finding the time to write, but finding some damn thing to write about. Obviously, it has to be neutral enough to avoid boring people with petty details of my dreary day-to-day existence, yet it has to be interesting enough that people would want to read it. Otherwise I might as well type out car instruction manuals. With that in mind, I am going to expose myself to flak and fire by publishing a list of some things which I deem to be 'cool'. Feel free to disagree as usual, you people know where the comment button is; and you people sure as hell know how to disagree. But those who do... well, bite me.

This may possibly lead to social ostracision, peer humiliation, heated arguments, ending of friendships, etc etc etc. But as a llama in a cartoon movie (The Emperor's New Groove) once said when faced with the prospect of plunging down a steep waterfall with a high probability of sharp rocks at the bottom:

"Bring it on."

1. Wayne Brady (the black guy in 'Whose Line Is It Anyway?') singing Jim Brickman's 'As Beautiful as You'.
Apparently the two are friends, and Brickman invited him to sing a song for his latest album. Wayne Brady made up a few new lines of lyrics in it, since the song was meant for Cinderella, in keeping with the Disney theme of the album. The best part is, you could probably imagine him singing it to a member of an audience in Whose Line; he sounds so himself doing it.

2. Ruud van Nistelrooy.
I don't freaking care if he's a jerk, or if Ferguson wants to kick him out, or if van Nistelrooy has bust ups with everyone in training, or if he dives more than a keeper, or that his tackle on Ashley Cole was obviously aimed towards dismembering Cole's leg, or if his words in the dressing room purportedly makes Christiano Ronaldo cry: 150 goals in 200 matches says it all. And Ronaldo had it coming anyway, the scrawny wuss....

3. 'Becker'
Dr John Becker has to be the most realistic portrayal of a doctor you are likely to see. Despite tryng his absolute best to piss off everybody and anybody he comes into contact with and preferring a quiet existence where people leave him alone, things just always happen to him. And if you think that it's NOT realistic, just wait till all you aspiring doctors out there have worked in understaffed and overtimed govt hospitals where the patients seem to know everything and your superiors and nurses seem to know nothing.

4. Niles, the butler from 'The Nanny'.
If Becker's insults are crass, Niles' insults are class. This sissified British butler (guess sissified was redundant) who hurls the most viciously bitchy and insulting one-liners ever; usually to C.C. Examples:
(At breakfast)
CC: Niles, my eggs are dried up!
Niles: The gene pool is saved!

CC: Go prepare my drink Niles.
Niles: I already did; I left the toilet bowl up.

CC: Niles, I'm late for my flight to London! Where's my luggage?!?
Niles: Here it is. (Holds up a broom) Hop on, with the time difference you'll just make it.

5. Keith Floyd, full time drunk and part-time celebrity chef
Long before Jamie Oliver, there was an old, balding British drunkard who travelled the globe doing travel shows. He is completely oblivious to public opinion and clueless on any notion of what is appropriate behaviour. More often than not, he calls the camera man by name, and even tells him where to shoot. He throws dishes away and breaks them after using, and in one episode he went: "For those of you who complain that I never tell you exactly how much ingredients to use; well, it is exactly that much!" (pours in a big bowlful of peas). Oh, and he doesn't care much about his critics either. "This dish is marvellous. I used to use 'brilliant', but then the critics complained I used it too often. So now I use marvellous. Now you people can write and complain about that."

6. Sidney Poitier's Mark Thackeray in 'To Sir With Love'
It's difficult to accurately say how Sidney Poitier's portrayal of a black teacher of Ghanaian origin could be considered cool. Yet somehow, it just is. It's ironic how the Ghanaian immigrant had turned himself into more of a learned gentleman than even the British themselves, who are supposed to be so prim and propwe, represented by his students, through sheer will and determination.

7. Stephen Hawkings, the most intelligent man alive.
No introduction is needed for Stephen Hawkings, the brilliant physicist with motor neurone disease. But what most might find surprising is the fact that he could be one of the funniest people alive. Though his speech impediment (to put it lightly) makes Limpek-style way of speaking impossible, his jokes are all the funnier for being spoken in a monotonous, robotic voice. Examples (imagine typically long delay between each word):

"If the Big Bang was the beginning, the obvious question would be: What came before the Big Bang? And is God preparing hell for the people who ask that question?"

Interviewer: There are some people who claim that governments are actually hiding evidence of UFOs, possibly to harness the technology. What do you have to say about this theory?
Hawkings: Well... It would seem to me then that the US government is doing a lousy job of extracting this technology, since my chair can't fly as yet. I also wished that UFOs would be more considerate and show themselves to physicists like myself instead of just weirdos and freaks.

8. "Ed"
Ed Stevens, a hotshot New York lawyer has the worst day of his life. First, he accidentally leaves out a comma in a 500-page contract and his mistake results in his company losing US$20 million. They fire him. Then he goes home and finds his wife cheating on him. He gets depressed, gets inebriated and while flipping through his high-school yearbook, he sees the picture of his old crush, Carol, the most popular girl in high school then. He then decides to pack his bag, fly back to Stuckeyville, start a new life, and try to win back Carol, who stayed in Stuckeyville and teaches English at the high school. Damn lame at times, but a good watch.

9. The banter between Superman and Batman in 'Batman Superman: Supergirl"
It's very amusing to read how the two superheroes interact with each other, as they seem to be complete opposites. Superman is confined to safe place, while Batman is at a site with Kryptonite.
"Bruce..."
"No."
"You've not even heard what I was going to say yet!"
"I know what you are going to say. No."
"Look, I've been doing some research up at the fortress, and there are lead alloys I could..."
"No. Stay off this channel."
"How would you like it if you were sent to your room? Or cave?"
"Too bad it isn't. Stay there, or I'll tell Lois."
"Now that's a cheap shot, even from you. Threatening to tell my wife?"
"You know me... whatever it takes. Go play with your dog. Stay off this channel."
"Why do you always bring up the dog? Every time you are annoyed, you bring up the dog."
"I just find it funny that the sum total of your Kryptonian heritage is you, glowing rocks that could kill you, and a four-legged, cat-barbecuing..."

And when Batman needs help later on:
"Clark..."
"I'm not on this channel, so I can't possibly hear you..."

Objective Comparison

2006-06-26T23:43:00.000+08:00

The diary of Yoong Pui Shen, as reproduced from 'Bloggy'.

*Note: All pains have been taken to ensure authenticity. Original author's permission was obtained beforehand to avoid legal complications over the reproduction of the following works.

random jottings

1. I miss Evelyn.

2. I'm going to miss her even more when she goes off to INTEC.

3. Perdana Global Peace Organization's Forum on World War IV rocked. Dr Helen Caldicott especially. More later. For the moment, click here and here.(I know you won't because you are a my-world-revolves-around-ME-and ME-and just ME teenager, like me and quite possibly everyone else, so just hold on for a bit. I shall find a way to write amidst all this drilling and banging.)

4. Malaysians must learn to ask questions instead of making statements at Q and A sessions.

5. The LRT stinks more in the evening than in the morning.

6. I'm going to survive the LRT for ten days because it will lead me to discovering Samuel Beckett.

7. I'm going to survive on packed lunch for ten days because KLPAC rocks.

8. Blogger has not been kind; I've started off two posts only to abandon them because of blogger's tech difficulties.

9. And also because I have been pressed for time.

10. Injections are starting to hurt again. My Hep B one did. Why? Blood donation didn't hurt, neither did Bird Flu vaccine.

11. It's raining. PS likes. It hardly rains in Montezuma.

12. I leave in exactly TWO months.

13. That's about 9 weeks' time.

14. Two of which are going to be spent in the gorgeous KLPAC, another two in Europe (where I'm supposed to train myself to be mindful and not blur).

15. I should learn how to talk to strangers. Very prominent strangers, at that.

16. I discovered more gorgeous pictures of my college. (wow I like saying that. MY college. Yay!) Click here.

17. I want Famous Amos cookies now. It's 1.44 am but I don't care.

18. LRT ticket ladies are supposed to be paid for tickets. I should remember that.19. I think I'm not going to be able to publish this because the stupid Streamyx light isn't on.

20. I realize Bloggy is heading towards a very dysfunctional end, since it was supposed to be clear and coherent and logical, but perhaps this will show you why:

(Legend: Blue=links; red=food, purple=literature/theatre, pink=bimbo).

June

8th Last day of Semester Exams at Taylor's.

9th Retail therapy at 1 Utama with crazy shopaholic friends. Night - Embark on literary journey into the world of Philip Ridley by means of the Fastest Clock in the Universe in KLPAC.
the onion hottie, the Big Fat Fly and me :)

10th Meet UWC seniors and co-zero years in 1u. So incredibly inspiring. Bake Chocolate Cake for Han and Lit. IT TURNS OUT!!!! WHEEEE!!!! Barbeque surprise birthday party for Lit and Han at Central Park. Cuci mata and Camwhore at Forever 21 (again :p) with different set of girlfriends. :eve, jing and me: did the same thing with lip and en the day before :)

11th Choir practice. Can't remember what else.

12th Gym. Ditto; old age makes for memory loss. Sigh.

13th Bum online. Pay US visa application fees at bank, take HORRIBLE photo for visa (if they don't let me in at Customs I'll so understand why. the photo is the UGLIEST thing I've ever seen.) Reactivate account at Affin Bank and switch to FD. Pilates at Gym. Read Samuel Beckett's Endgame at Borders, accompanied by the soothing strains of Il Divo-like music.

14th Spill blood for my medical test. Inject drugs into my bloodstream. Drive to Metro Subang for the umpteenth time - and back - but this time I beat two traffic lights by a whisker and drive the Kancil at 70. Heehee. Kancils are fun to speed in, especially when I manage to stop motorcyclists from overtaking me. So long suckers!US Embassy for Visa application. Not-so-cute (dang) American investigates my family background, what and where I'm going to study in the US and decides that I'm not dangerous. Heehee he hasn't watched me play a nine-yr old girl who does voodoo, seances and proclaims "Let's kill our Mummy!" hee hee. PL2 people know better, hor? ;)

i miss Literature class. My Mother Said I Never Should rocks.

15th Spend entire day in the loathsome Metro Subang.I EVENTUALLY PASS MY DRIVING TEST!!!!Meet my UWC-USA seniors.

16th Collect US Visa. There were trucks of Msian Fed Reserve officers there for some finky reason, but I don't think it was because I was coming. I mean, I'm not that much of a threat to national security...right? Right?? That's Thomas Steven Simon Tomithy Yong Cheng Wei what :p Sit first French test and mess it up completely.

My brain: Ooh PS you're so clever! You did all that extra research! See, Caroline didn't tell you what China/Chinese are called but the Internet said it's Chinetoque!Caroline, afterwards: "Uhm, actually, Chinetoque is...a...sort of...not-so-nice word...if you tell a Chinese person that he's "Chinetoque" in France, he might actually punch you! It's chinoise. But it's okay, you didn't know..."Sigh.

17th Bake Butter Cake for Daddy and Grandpa. It nearly doesn't turn out! Gym for awhile before I succumb to the thought of reading Beckett's Happy Days in Borders. Teehee.

17th-18th Spend the weekend with my grandparents. Correction, I spend it sleeping in their house. I can't believe my GRANDMOTHER stayed up to watch football. Sheesh.

19th Escape banging and drilling to go read in Borders. Finish Happy Days. Gym for awhile. Go to a Notary Public to get my Permission to visit Mexico form authorized. Cannot stop comparing the entire office to Addams Family. The place looks like it was abandoned lah!!! I should really be kinder to old people. Go to clinic THRICE to get ONE medical report.

20th Learn how to cook Chicken Curry. I don't like oil spurting out of the kuali very much :( Dash off to ADP library @ Taylor's to return Tennessee Williams' plays. Spend afternoon being bimbo and horribly self indulgent by getting my hair done while reading Female magazine/listening to my hairdresser rant about Western culture. Meet BRATs and Deromp people (awesome Event Management company, worked with them for The Star Green Pow Wow last year) for the first time in like, a year. I CAN'T BELIEVE SZE TOO'S WITH EDWIN!!! Amazing how things change in the blink of an eye...

21st Meet an ISKL scholar who I've been communicating with through email, she's been sending me loonnggg emails with lots of info. Kindred spirits! There are good people in this world after all! She's studying in Swarthmore College on a full scholarship.Then it's music class.

22nd Perdana Global Peace Organization forum.

________________________
Coming Soon:

23rd French class. Gym.

24th BRATs Alumni meeting. Hep A injection (waaaa~~). Last reunion before Eve and Limpek leave for INTEC.

25th Choir. Watch Happy Days presented by Instant Cafe Theatre with Sarah.26th June - 7th July: BECKETT RESIDENCY AT KLPAC!!! WHEEEE!!!
(28th/5th - music class, 2nd - UWC Send-Off Hi Tea)

July

IB presentations in DU/DJ.

19th-29th Europe trip. Yay! And Ouch.

(okay actually I typed out my entire schedule just so I've got an excuse as to a-why I'm not learning how to cook proper meals, b-why I haven't touched many books unless they've got to do with Lit or Theatre, c-why I am never at home except for nights, d-why bloggy has been quiet for ever so long when I have tons of things to write about.)

Diary of Yong Cheng Wei.

random jottings

1. I won’t miss Limpek.

2. I won’t miss him even more when he officially changes his name to Mawi Lim Wei Jun.

3. World War 3 is gonna rock.

4. Malaysians should learn to talk properly before asking questions.

5. I don’t think the LRT stinks. The Rapid KLs stink more. And that’s just the drivers.

6. I’m going to survive the Rapids for as long as it takes my mother to realize she should let me drive to college unsupervised; for no better reason than because no Bob transport system is going to be the death of me.

7. I’m going to survive on food from 1U and Ikano because my mom keeps trying to keep me out of the house as long as she can.

8. The world has not been kind. I think it's mainly because of religion.

9. And because I’m a regular jerk.

10. My leg is hurting again. Never challenge a 90kg Indian at futsal; just turn and run.

11. It’s raining. I hate it. It means that God is going off to kill another atheist again.

12. I leave in 2 hours, because I know my mom wants to wash the cars today.

13. That’s 120 minutes to all those idiots out there.

14. 60 of which is going to be spent on this post. And another 60 pissing the hell out of my mom so that SHE will suggest I go out, not me.

15. I should learn not to insult strangers. Very prominent strangers at that.

16. I discovered no gorgeous females in my college. I blame the media.

17. I want to rule the world now. It’s only 1pm, but I don’t care.

18. Sales assistants at Borders are paid to smile at you while you rip plastic covers off comic books in front of their faces. I always remember that.

19. I think I’m not going to be able to publish this. I don’t know why, it just seems cool to think that.

20. I see that the Belian blog is already dysfunctional; and has an unhealthy obsession with Superman.

June

9th
3.00pm - Finished my last exams. I’m going to have to find out how much it is to re-sit the exams. I’m so depressed…. I don’t think I can forgive myself for my laziness….

3.02pm - I bounced back. It’s a miracle.

10th
8.00am - Mum’s out all day. So’s my bro. I dunno where. But I don’t wanna think to much about it, in case I jinx it and they come back. HS and Lit’s b’day party today.

4.00pm - Cook food, wrap presents.

6.00pm - Wonder how the fuck Ray is going to pull off the surprise, since he’ll be preparing the food and I wanna watch cartoons till 7pm before I go. Has brilliant idea: called Limpek and asked him to buy drinks, ice, cups, etc…. effectively putting him at 1U when surprise is to go down. That means I can blame it on Limpek if the surprise doesn’t work. Brilliant.

10.00pm – Party started with nobody there, since those 2 asses obviously thought that we were throwing a birthday party for the mosquitoes or something. Later, girls go get their caffeine and shopping fix, while the guys… Actually, I dunno what the guys did. Went to watch football on their friends’ birthday party. Guess we know which is more important now, Lit and HS or England vs Paraguay….

10.30pm – HS, Satchid, Limpek and Lit get thrown into the filthy pond at 1U. Actually, Limpek kinda volunteered. If he had been any more encouraging about going into the pond, he’d have jumped in himself. Whatever makes him happy, man…. HS’s camera gets wet, people who threw him in mysteriously disappear or keep very silent suddenly…

11th
Didn't bum online. Just bummed.

12th
Eat. Sleep. Watch TV.

13th
Watch TV. Eat. Sleep.

14th
Sleep. Watch TV. Eat.

15th
Found records of driving test while trying to find source of funny smell in study closet (it was some sweets I forgot to take out since the 9th). Passed driving long ago, without bribing, but after major incidents involving near-accident, racist sabotage, speeding and fat Bob. Below is pic of driving test records:

16th
Felt unhealthy. Maybe I should join a gym....
Nah, I'm afraid I'll get compacted.

18th
Went for futsal. Damn Bob came late… think he’s working 2 jobs to support his 2 wives. Futsal was fine… No Yi Jiet to whack up, so settled for Limpek. Got my leg banged up when some hairy Indian decided that legs were easier to kick than the ball.

19th
Was at Borders when I noticed a hauntingly familiar figure hunched in my favourite seat. I tried to make absolutely sure it was who I thought it was, but my efforts came up short. But my hunch was right, because so was she. Called her hp to tell her she was in my seat, only for her to realize I was there at Borders, instead of believing that I was a transient, omnipotent being who saw everything. Shoot. Was looking forward to getting her professional opinion on a matter of great literary concern, only to be labelled an obsessive nutcase; I suspect because she did not want to admit that I was right. Tried to introduce the great literature of comics to my companion, whose tastes and proficiency in literature was seriously undermined in my eyes for her failure to discuss Jane Austen rationally, and for being found reading a book called ‘Waiting for Godots’… Apparently the Malaysian version of the ‘_______ For Dummies’ series. My godot companion was apparently very impatient, so she was learning to wait la….

Finally have the means to prevent her receiving a Nobel Prize in Literature with the following picture of my godot friend with my recommended comic on her chair.

20th
Heard absolutely WEEcious things about a certain Interact teacher-adviser/despot. Determined to investigate further in the next few days.

22nd
Went to DU with HS, after no small amount of… persuasion… on my part. Made a bee-line for Pn Anne and Shalini to hear latest gossip. They were strangely reluctant to divulge anything, especially on highly controversial subject of Interact Presidentship. They also seemed nervous whenever HS or I repeated the word ‘We’ too much. Bumped into Evelyn as well. She must have been taking tuition or something from the teachers. Later, spoke with Pn Paramjeet. Again, she seemed strangely reluctant to discuss our subject of choice. Had a few choice words to say about a certain bald, incompetent, invisible, pudgy BM teacher we loved so much though.

23rd
Went for ‘Friday Lunch Club’ meeting with Limpek, Lit, Satchid and HS. Was late, only to see Satchid getting on the same bus even later than myself. Ate at Khalifah (Why? I dunno) where Lit belanja-ed, as he was the only one of us who was employed. Limpek was as well, but by Bobs, so his money wasn’t halal. HS, Limpek and I followed Satchid to TTDI hall to play badminton. Sze Wei and Charles Lau are sooooo going to be dream team for Samad man…..

24th
Eve’s ‘farewell’ party. Attendance was rather low, apparently because Eve was ranked lower than fish, movies, a 15 minute drive and a friend’s birthday party to others. I solemnly swear now not to have any occasion for my own birthday because of this.

Food excellent as usual, thanks to over-exertion of effort by hostess. Went to some ridiculous lengths to get Cher Hao intoxicated, after having been inspired by the funny incident of some redneck accountant getting drunk once before. However, all my elaborate plans were found to be fruitless in the end: we believe he got drunk just smelling the fumes of alcohol, and his actions after that seemed to prove it. Got high with Satchid and See Weng (why and for what, I don’t know). Brilliantly manipulated mafia game by screwing imbecile doctor, who (as I expected) turned on his gay partner, choosing aforementioned redneck to act as a spy and by choosing 3 members of the malicious female species as the mafia.

25th
Attempt to play babysitter to some small kids or something failed. Interference of overly-conscientious suspected, but unproven.

Coming soon:
Eat.
Sleep.
Watch TV.
Read.
Oh, and harass brother.

July
10th
College restarts. Oh joy...................

15thGhost of Malacca or something. Unless ‘late registration’ strikes again. Will try not to pick fights with Ray Mun, since HS does not seem to believe arguments are inevitable when I come into contact with Ray.

Superman

2006-06-23T10:35:00.000+08:00

Brandon Routh looks like Lit Rong compared to these pics......

TSSTYCW

Supermen Return.

2006-06-20T04:25:00.000+08:00

~yAy!~

2006-06-18T21:55:00.000+08:00

I am sorry to draw attention away from the previous post, since it was so entertaining. But I have been 'tagged' , and I cannot think of any other place to post this. I also made pact with HS that if he posted up his poll, I would post up my tag, so I hope you are happy, you insufferable breakfast potato wannabe.

*Btw, I had great difficulty coming up with 20 names.

1. Ray Mun
2. Han Sheng
3. Pui Shen
4. Grace
5. Satchid
6. Lit
7. Limpek
8. Ian
9. Yong Jing
10. Chai Yee
11. James
12. Jason
13. Jeffrey
14. Evelyn
15. Foo
16. Ernest
17. Cher
18. Jia Wen
19. Wai Wai
20. Hun Yee

1. How did you meet 14?
I can't remember, honestly. She was quite a shy and quiet creature. I suppose I must have seen her some times before actually being in the same class with her, but even then I did not really know her. But I will rephrase this question to do greater justice to Evelyn : How did I know Evelyn? Ed Board, definitely. She was known to me by reputation before that, as a teacher's daughter as well as the girl who was regularly the first in class; but Ed Board was when I really began to know her. She did not give me cause to believe that my earlier impressions of her were wrong at first. But as I slowly got to know her... well, I am glad I did. I still think she is quiet; sometimes too much so. Yet I also know that her quiet is not born of shyness; it is more from being extremely careful with what she has to say. There has been more than one occasion when something she has said when she did venture to speak had surprised and impressed me greatly with its maturity and truth. Yet, I think she would benefit from more exposure to society and company, however. She still has some personal whims, fancies and habits that, though not bad, I would prefer she hadn't. I believe that she keeps to herself too much, and rarely expresses herself as well as she could. If she were to only be less self-conscious sometimes, and not be so guarded and careful as she is, I'm sure she would live a more... contented life.

The following are some things I wrote about her closer to the time I got to know her, and it will be more honest than anything I can say now:

"Evelyn was already from my class. I was aware that she was an insufferable over-achiever, and that she was quite approachable compared to some other girls in my class. This prospect I did not foresee any problems with."

"And then there was Evelyn. She played it cool the whole year. I didn't hear anything groundbreaking from her the whole year. The only thing I usually heard from her was "Cheng Wei, you're so mean!" or something like that. But I suppose it was a blessing. She gave the impression of being perpetually doubtful about something. For example, if I asked her to cover an event, the answer would be a stuttering "Uh, OK..." instead of "Sure!" or something like that. But at least she could be counted upon to cover some highlights without too much fuss. "

"Oh well, at least I'm grateful to her for maintaining the peace in Features. Didn't really pick up any fights, even though I know she was not very pleased with how one of her article ideas was handled. I wouldn't have blamed her if she did argue or kick up a big fuss about it. I would have supported her, but for everyone's sake, she just let it go and saved me a lot of trouble. Thanks to her sacrifice, I managed to keep my hair mostly black (for which I am exceptionally grateful these days). After all, all she was supposed to do was compile the language section, not put up with this crap."

2. What would you do if you had never met 1?
I can't really imagine not having met Ray Mun. It is a plain fact that he is my oldest friend, though I may not be his. I had moved to SKDU from somewhere else, and started in Std 2. Ray Mun wasn't in my class, yet I knew him then as we were both in the same mental arithmetic class together. Of course, that meant I only saw him once a week or so, but that was good enough. To be perfectly honest, I can't even remember much of what we were like back then; how we acted, what we did, etc etc. I do remember helping him and Isa Ghani with a Star Wars game in Std 5, though. And since then... well, there's been no looking back.

I can't imagine never having met Ray. If I hadn't, I suppose all I can say is that I would be (even) more out of control than I am. I have a list of only 6 people whom I would ever consider listening to; whose opinions I hold in any regard. I would not be the same person had the list been reduced to 5. Sometimes I think Ray and I are very opposite in our ways and thinking, but somehow we always end up at the same place at the end. It's difficult to explain, and indeed sometimes I feel very at odds with him. There has been more than one occasion where I disagreed with him completely; and to be honest sometimes I can't stand... well, not really him, but what he stands for. I just cannot imagine myself being in his position, and I never want to be him for the very reason that it would be just so not me. Yet at the same time, as I've said, I can't imagine never having met Ray.

3. What would you do if 20 and 9 dated you?
Forgive me, it's so very funny to see who is 20 and 9! Hun Yee and Yong Jing! If that were case, I would be committing a most grievous crime against them both, and with each other's relative no less! The coincidence is astounding. Sigh... but I suppose in a hypothetical scenario, my answers to the question would be very different. Despite being related, they are very different, to say the least. I flatter myself to think that I could alter myself to suit either of them reasonably well without being too much NOT myself or being too radically different from my true personality, yet I would be very different people if I were to date both of them.

People have always been saying I like Hun Yee, though I hope that ghost has been laid to rest. I do, actually, but just not in the way people think. She is open and honest, to the point of silliness sometimes, yet I can't find fault with someone who has no hidden agendas. Could you? If I dated her, I would definitely have to be a better man than I am at present. I would need to dispel with my darker side. I would only be kind, and patient, and always smiling at her. I cannot imagine myself frowning, or being too uptight or staid when I am with her. I would have to be just as humorous as herself, and laugh at all her doings instead of frowning upon them. Yet I would also have to be somewhat the wiser of the two, because her disposition is such that a more authoritative figure is needed in any relationship with her. People have said that she is very good 'wife' material, and I agree, as she has all the qualities of a stereotypical 'good' wife: She would adore her husband, hang on his every word, is easy tempered, will never complain, is honest, shows her emotions and would always think of her husband first. It seems quite a very old-fashioned concept, I admit; but that's exactly how I would picture her to be; and therefore as her bf or husband, one cannot abuse any of these credits of hers, and instead must have a personality that compliments them.

I can see the look on Yong Jing's face now if someone suggested the idea of my dating her to her. For her sake more than any other, I would not wish to. It is almost unimaginable that she should show ANY emotion at all, unlike her cousin above. Sigh... but since these are all hypothetical scenarios, I would venture what would happen if we were FORCED to date: She would be very upset with it, and whether it is my fault or not, would probably resent me for it. If she is gracious, she might acknowledge my existence, and say something like "Ok, fine! Let's just get this over with, shall we?". I would have to be nothing short of gallant on my part, and I would carry myself very self-consciously as someone who was lower in standing than her. I might have to resort to being nothing short of gentlemanly, and I might over her my arm, if I wasn't so sure she would reject it for making her seem too 'weakly feminine'. I would have to speak quietly, and be at my most gracious. I would also have to showcase my limited knowledge and sophistication in its best light, to try and up myself up to the standards she would expect of me as best as I can. Fully knowing myself, I am sure I would venture something outrageous that would be sure to make her stare at me and censure me, while I give a little smile. Of course, she might laugh at it as well, but she is too... controlled and self conscious to do it too often. I am very guilty of having superior airs, yet when compared to hers, I would have to condescend and give up mine, for the continued existence of hers.

4. Would 6 and 17 make a good couple?
Lit and Cher Hao? Oh definitely! They can take turns to wear the skirt, though I would pity their offspring. They would be very skinny, and have their bones break from wearing clothes.

5. Describe 3.
Short. She is nothing short of diminutive in stature. But I am too cruel. Pui Shen is small, true; yet she is very densely packed with every interesting feature you could wish to see. Her personality is very engaging (though sometimes alarming), her knowledge good; her tastes are rather closer to Yong Jing's; as are her pursuits and ambitions. She can have her fair share of quirks, and is very unique in the sense that she cares very little for the conventions of society and will do just what she likes. From personal experience, she can be infuriating when she is in one of those moods, as she will just stick to her guns and absolutely refuse to believe in anything else. She is not as... well, I suppose traditionally lady-like as most others, yet I am sure she would take this as a compliment. At times I wish she were, yet I also find no end of amusement watching her because she is just that: unconventional, headstrong and eccentric. She reminds me of Emma, as well as of Elizabeth Bennet of Jane Austen's novels. Of course, she will not like this comparison very much, because they both marry in the end, while she is very much set against this; but then again, so were Emma and Elizabeth Bennet...
I would LIKE to describe my relationship with her as... well, like Mr Knightley and Emma, but since they married, I will have to change that... Our relationship is certainly one that goes back and forth, and seems sometimes like a war, and sometimes like good friendship. It's hard to describe it accurately, and I am sure HS has exasperatedly given up trying to fathom the nature of it. I do not want to talk about myself here, but she does seem slightly similar to myself at times. But she has undoubtedly her own style, and there are more than a few differences between us. For one thing, she is very much into the arts; literature, music, theater... while I myself have nothing but a very passing knowledge of these things. She is very... world-conscious, shall we say, and her ambitions and interests are extremely different from my own. Her own actions sometimes prevents me from being able to say that she is completely mature; yet I think she would probably come the closest to it. She is undoubtedly individualistic and talented, but I sometimes wish she would dispense with some of her worse tempers and airs that she is prone to; sometimes she strikes me as very calculated.

6. Do you think 8 is attractive?
Why yes... I voted him, Ian, most handsome I believe. In a strictly non-gay way.

7. Do you know anything about 12's family?
Not much. Jason has 2 brothers (I think... have I mistaken him with Jeffrey?), and I know that his mother is very nice; considering how many times she has had to wake up and go 'Jason's gone to the basketball court already!' to me. His father is fond of gardening, and his garden is landscaped very well by him. I also know he has a cousin that I am marginally acquainted with.

8. Tell me something about 7.
Just one thing? Ok, very well... I can't be describing every body at length, so I will try and tell you something most would not know about Limpek. Besides, Limpek needs very little introduction... Ok, the thing is, Limpek is very fond of his sister. This is from my own personal observation. Once, when we were stuck in the rain sometime after attending Goey's tuition, we decided to go eat lunch at one of the kopitiams there. It was something like 2 or 3 in the afternoon. He finished eating, and after thinking a while, he went to ta pau some more food. I ribbed him about it at first, saying that he should reconsider the extra food since he couldn't really run fast as it was. The answer was "No laaaaaa.... for my sister la yor". "It's 2 la wei.... your sister never eat yet meh?". "Aiyah... No laaaaaa... She might wanna eat later la... somemore this is her favourite...".

Not very very special true. But you must realize that shortly before this, he had mentioned to me that he was down to his last RM5 for the week, and then had spent it because his sister 'might' get hungry later for her 'favourite' food.

9. What is 8's favourite?
I don't really understand... favourite... what? I will just assume anything in general. I suppose Ian's favourite thing would be Kai Xin, IF they are still together. But since it is a sensitive topic, I will not say much more.

10. What would you do if 11 confesses he/she likes you?
If James told me that he likes me, I'm quite inclined to believe him. If he meant it in a strictly non-homosexual way, of course. I don't know why, he seems to have something of a child-like attachment to me; and I do not generally like to blow my own trumpet as far as social skills are concerned. But we are good friends, and I certainly like him as well. However, if it WAS in a gay way, I would just sigh, thank him for his compliment, and tell him that he should really reconsider, on account of Bu's feelings first. LOL

11. What language does 15 speak?
Foo? English, Malay, Chinese and Australian.

12. Who is 9 going out with?
Yong Jing? Why, isn't she supposed to be going out with me? Ok ok, honestly, she is going out with Cher Hao. Ok fine, she's romantically staring at her Econs book every night. Ok fine, nobody, but that sounds rather anti-climatic after everything else I've said, don't you think?

13. How old is 16 now?
Ernest is still immature.

14. When was the last time you talked to 13?
I can't remember the exact day. He messaged me earlier today concerning Limpek's football game (which is REALLY starting to annoy me....), but I last spoke to him on the night of HS and Lit's birthday dinner.

15. Who's 2's favourite singer?
Honestly? HS is such an undecided person that I am not sure. I do not believe he likes any one singer in particular; if I know him at all, the better question would be "Who is the singer of his current favourite song?". I am not 100% sure what his current favourite song is, but the last one was "Home" by Michael Buble, so I'll hazard that.

16. Would you date 4?
Grace?!? Well, no! This must sound very bad, but those who know the dynamics of our relationship would understand. I can't say I consider her as my sister (at least, I don't think so, having never had a sister before... not a real one anyway), and I can't really say it is as best friend.... It's just something close to very very very very very very very good friend. Equals. Someone I really could talk about anything to. It is just so WRONG to imagine myself being romantically involved with her! Damn you for putting it in my head....

17. Would you date 7?

....

On second thought, Grace doesn't sound so bad....

18. Is 15 single?
Well, as far as my intelligence confirms, yes. Foo has had a few bad things to say about Australian girls, though he seemed most enthusiastic when gushing about how little they wear. In fact, he's a bit too much of an air-head for me to think of him as being in any relationship anytime soon. We are talking about the guy who asked me how to log on to Gmail, after all.

19. What is 10's last name?
.... Kind of an anti-dramatic end....

But I just realized I don't know her first (Christian) name, or if she has any at all. I need to find out.

20. Would you ever consider being in a relationship with 11?
No. Bu, Lay Ai and Dorothy would be crushed.

21. Which school does 3 go to?
Currently, none. But she will, most proudly, start at UWC soon.

22. Where does 6 live?
I just realized I am not exactly sure. It's called Damansara Kim, isn't it? I know his house by look, if not by address.

23. What is your favourite thing about 5?
Satchid? Hmmm... well, it is not is excessive hairyness, that's for sure... Let me think.... Well, I always like how Satchid tries his best to fit in with a crowd, and never let himself be the cause for any complaint. We've rarely seen Satchid merajuk for very long, or even see him being the centre of a 'problem' (He's caused a good many, but has never been the centre of a problem before). For one thing, I find it so hard to imagine Satchid crying, and everyone going to comfort him. He'd probably rather cut his own arm off and marinate the stump with salt than be the centre of any problem. He doesn't want any pity or sympathy, that's for sure. Like, he's going for F6, and ppl are all going "Wah, F6 so hard, sure die la!". Instead, he brushes it all aside, going "Steadyyyyy la, I nerd ma" or "Damn chun wei, Samad supports gays!". He just doesn't want to cause anybody any uneasiness on his account.

24. What is your least favourite thing about 17?
I have too many to decide on which 'thing' of Cher Hao's I dislike the most. The hair? The face? The complexion? However, his total and complete social awkwardness I declare to be the marginal winner.

25. Who do you think should date 18?
I think only a knight in shining armour should date Jia Wen. Thick, tempered-steel armour, with shield, so that her claws would not be able to tear out his entrails and teeth break his bones; and he simply must have a mace to defend himself. Or a halberd.

26. Name a song that would suit 19.
Wai Wai? Oh dear... the problem with this question is, I can only name songs that I know of which I believe to suit the person; though that person might already have a song they think would suit themselves better. But since it is an opinion question (and not forgetting to consider that she is a Good Christian), I would suggest the song "God Must Have Spent A Little More Time On You", sang by Alabama (Not N'Sync, she will be so displeased if it was). I think it suits her quite handsomely.

SUPERLATIVES

2006-06-13T20:32:00.000+08:00

1. THIS BLOG IS DIED-ED. TELL ALL THE BELIANERS YOU KNOW TO COME HERE!!!!!!
2. I LIKE TO BE IN THE CENTER OF ATTENTION, SO THIS IS IN A NEW POST. TEEHEE.
3. I'M DOING THIS IN A COMPLETELY RANDOM STYLE, SO SUE ME.

Most memorable incident in class?

Pn Param threatening to box our ears. Teehee.

Funniest incident in class?

Satchid's leg waxing. Double teehee.

Biggest regret concerning Belian?

I did too much of my homework in it.

Favourite thing about Belian?

We're all wacky nuts who don't act like nerds. Heck, even Evelyn gets high.

Least favourite thing about Belian?

Hm. [insert name here] haha no lah. Can I say Encik Ismail?

Favourite Belianer?

Me.

Least favourite Belianer?

You.

Favourite teacher?

It's between Pn Mimi and Pn Paramjeet.

Least favourite teacher?

It's between En Ismail and Pn Faridah.

Prettiest girl?

Me. Chehhh. Hehe. Hun yee lah. okay dear?

Handsomest guy?

You. (very few other girls check this so I'm making an assumption here)

Coolest
Girl - this is so lame. Can i say me again?
Guy - oklah. Cheng Weiiii a.k.a. Tomithy, Thomas, Steven (we should really just settle on one)

or shall i pretend to be a form 3 girl and go "ooohhh I don't know, Abel's/Han Sheng's/Ray Mun's butts are equally as good to look at!!"

Smartest
Girl - Duhh. Who else got 12A1s, JPA and Bank Negara? Me lahh. Lol Love You Eves!
Guy - Chiddy. He wants to be a nerd what.

Hottest
Girl - You mean hot as in panas? Erm. Erm. Erm. Dyan? But dyan's sweet. Hm. Whatever
Guy - Ras Hadi wins hands down. Seriously. Rassy!

Funniest
Girl - Hun Yee. Who else? Clown.
Guy - They were all a bit funny in the head lah

Nicest
Girl - Again, Hun Yee. Someone tell her to read this please!
Guy - IAN wins hands down without a doubt!

Wisest/Most mature
Girl - Erm. Chai Yee?
Guy – Unfortunately, Cheng Wei. To some extent.

Foolish/Air-head
Girl - I KNOW THIS QUESTION IS A TRICK ONE SO I'M NOT ANSWERING IT! HMPH! (unless I can say Jing)
Guy - *cough* Han *cough*

Most evil
Girl - Sonia. Again, someone tell the violentpig to read this!!!
Guy - lol do I even have to say this?

Most hardworking
Girl - Yi Ping. She won the contest of 'sitting down for the longest time' prior to SPM. Heehee.
Guy - Alex

Most all-rounded
Girl - Haiyah you know lah.
Guy - the most not-rounded guy would be Lit..

Most irritating/annoying
Girl - [insert name here]
Guy - [insert name here]

Friendliest/Most cheerful
Girl - Hun Yeee!
Guy - Err Liang Shen

Scariest
Girl - Grace. Does anyone remember what she did to Amanda Ooi in Std 5 and Charles in F3?
Guy - It's between Boon and Adam.

Most mysterious
Girl - Haidar.
Guy -Adam.

Most blur/assinine
Girl - Again, Hun Yee. And it's asinine!!! but I don't see why both are tergolong dalam kategori sama.
Guy - Weng Yu. Haha.

Strangest/Weirdest
Girl - So mean. Why is there this category?
Guy - Cheng Wei. Teeheeeeeeee

Most accomplished
Girl - All belian girls. :)
Guy - No belian guys. JK LAHH! All belian guys. :)

Most interesting
Girl - *yawn* ME.
Guy - Ras.

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SUBJECTIVE

If you could sit next to anyone in Belian, who would it be? (Why)

Chai Yee. Add Math. Pats on head when I fall asleep (to wake me up again I suppose). Plus she keeps me in check. *bawls* I miss chaiyeeee

Who would you LEAST like to sit next to? (Why)
Evelyn. Because we would just talk non-stop and not do any work. Oh wait, that's grace too! hahaha.

Which Belianer do you miss the most? (Why)

I can't choose one!!!! Well. One of my girls.

If you had to choose a Belianer for a gf/bf or husband/wife, who would it be? (Why)

Har. What kind of question is this? Imagine marrying a belianer! LOL. Erm. I really dunno. Although eve and I do envy Ray's future wife because she won't ever have to cook or wake up early to do marketing. LOL

Two Belianers who would make the best couple. (Why)

Cher and Farah. *grins*

Two Belianers who would make the worst couple. (Why)

Cheng Wei and Shu Wei. Imagine their kids vs. Han's and Yuhhui's!!! (pities the future small yuhhuis and hanshengs)

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MOST LIKELY

Most likely to leave an impact on the world?

CW. For reasons obvious to all.

Most likely to succeed?
girl? Eve my dahlink! Yiping/Yongjing too. Remember me people!
guy? Hm.Mostly likely CHERRY! He's the next google guy.

Most likely to be a millionaire?
girl? Jing. Or me. Because we won't get married :P
guy? Again, CHERRY!

Most likely to be the first to get married?
girl? Well it's most certainly NOT jing or me!!! But it would be funny though. Haha.And I'll die laughing if it's JW. Most likely Eve or Farah or Wen Ming or someone.
guy? Tough q. I seriously dunno. Ian? Han?

Most likely to be the best husband?
This is so repetitive!! Ray or Ian or Han.

Most likely to be the best wife?
Definitely Eve. or Chai Yee. hehe.

Most likely to stay single forever?
girl? MEEEEE!!! or Jing.
guy? hmm...erm...*sensitive question here*

Most likely to make it into the news (for whatever reason)?
girl? Evelyn for reasons obvious to everyone. Or Hun Yee, for being Ms Msia.
guy? Cheng Wei or Satchid (I leave it to your imagination)

Most likely to be happy in the future?
girl? err...dunno. Hun Yee? She's ALWAYS happy.
guy? Hs. ditto

Most likely to get arrested?

HAHAHAA. Now we all know the answer, don't we??

Most likely to win a Nobel Prize? And in which category?
Guang Yu, for world peace. (Someone show him this please)

Poll

2006-06-12T16:19:00.000+08:00

I saw a list of poll questions on the net, and I modified it for this blog because it would be fun. Here's how you do it: copy the questions that have been bolded below and paste into your comment box. Then fill it in and post your comment. You can skip whichever question you don't want to answer for whatever reason. (Why) means you can give the reason, if you wish to do so. I'm pretty sure that nothing shocking is going to come out of this.

SUPERLATIVES

Most memorable incident in class?

Funniest incident in class?

Biggest regret concerning Belian?

Favourite thing about Belian?

Least favourite thing about Belian?

Favourite Belianer?

Least favourite Belianer?

Favourite teacher?

Least favourite teacher?

Prettiest girl?

Handsomest guy?

Coolest
Girl -
Guy -

Smartest
Girl -
Guy -

Hottest
Girl -
Guy -

Funniest
Girl -
Guy -

Nicest
Girl -
Guy -

Wisest/Most mature
Girl -
Guy –

Foolish/Air-head
Girl -
Guy -

Most evil
Girl -
Guy -

Most hardworking
Girl -
Guy -

Most all-rounded
Girl -
Guy -

Most irritating/annoying
Girl -
Guy -

Friendliest/Most cheerful
Girl -
Guy -

Scariest
Girl -
Guy -

Most mysterious
Girl -
Guy -

Most blur/assinine
Girl -
Guy -

Strangest/Weirdest
Girl -
Guy -

Most accomplished
Girl -
Guy -

Most interesting
Girl -
Guy -

______________________________________________________________

SUBJECTIVE

If you could sit next to anyone in Belian, who would it be? (Why)

Who would you LEAST like to sit next to? (Why)

Which Belianer do you miss the most? (Why)

If you had to choose a Belianer for a gf/bf or husband/wife, who would it be? (Why)

Two Belianers who would make the best couple. (Why)

Two Belianers who would make the worst couple. (Why)

__________________________________________________________

MOST LIKELY

Most likely to leave an impact on the world?

Most likely to succeed?
girl?
guy?

Most likely to be a millionaire?
girl?
guy?

Most likely to be the first to get married?
girl?
guy?

Most likely to be the best husband?

Most likely to be the best wife?

Most likely to stay single forever?
girl?
guy?

Most likely to make it into the news (for whatever reason)?
girl?
guy?

Most likely to be happy in the future?
girl?
guy?

Most likely to get arrested?

Most likely to win a Nobel Prize? And in which category?

Soon Soon.........

2006-05-31T02:29:00.001+08:00

Akan datang:

1. Singapore trip.
2. Day-long trip to KL.
3. Limpek 'testimonial match'
4. One more damn thing I am not supposed to tell.

If interested, please contact me. If NOT interested... in ANY, then... sorry la, go have yourself declared clinically dead; then bury yourself in a book instead of a grave.

CW

Lunch

2006-05-31T02:29:00.000+08:00

Anybody game for lunch on Friday?

CW

If I Could Change The World......

2006-05-20T14:22:00.000+08:00

My essay.

For a more... detailed and personally-jaundiced account of the IMPAC thing, refer to somewhere where I pursue my... JOURNAListic interests sometime in the future.

If I could change the world…

I wouldn’t.

If. To my mind, the most ubiquitous yet useless word in existence. The world is full of ‘If only…’s and ‘What if…’s. Saturated. It doesn’t need me to add my own to the list. It’s bad enough we use it for every little dilemma we have on a daily basis as it is without being tempted to apply it on a global scale. Do you know what “If I could change the world…” really means? Translation : “If I had all the power in the universe, and then some, what would I do to this insignificant little planet I’ve called home all my life?”

Tempting question. But do you know what is the problem with ‘if’? In the land of ‘if’, there are no rules, no restrictions; nothing to hold you back. No laws, no logic, no physics… nothing. It’s just you and infinite possibilities. In the land of ‘if’, there isn’t even any God. The only two limits are your will and your imagination. It’s like you’ve just been given the world as an infinitely vast, clean canvas and the rainbow of colours to work with; the only limit being… you.

I’m not unimaginative. Or uninspired. But changing the world is just not for me. I’m sure a lot of people would love to. For myself, I envisage the limitless possibilities and vistas placed within my power, but the minute I wonder what I want to do with it, I stutter. World peace? No. That’s catching fish for men, not teaching men to fish. Rule the world myself? Not unappealing… but ruling every aspect on earth would take away all the mysteries and uncertainties in life. And I need some elements of the unknown for my life to be interesting enough to be worth living.

All that, and every possibility in between, does not appeal to me enough to compel me to change anything on earth. The world was created by more opportunities, by more chances, by more possibilities, by more time, by more pure dumb chances, than the word infinite could describe. The slightest change in the past would be enough to alter the world immeasurably. We could have been a hundred times more advanced or might even all extinct by now, if certain circumstances in the past were not what they were. And thankfully, I don’t have that much to complain about our present.

The world isn’t perfect. The newspapers remind me of this every single day. Yet no matter how disagreeable the world might seem to you, you have to wonder what you can actually do to change it for the better. If you had the power, of course. If you took away all hatred, there would be no defence against evil. If you took away apathy, there would be no defence against grief. Without suffering, there would be no compassion. Without pollution, Man would have no conscience. Without hunger, Man would not know grace. Without evil, there would be no good. Without darkness, Man would not love light. And without imperfection on earth, there would be paradise; but no longer any Heaven.

What would you do to change the world? Wipe out a continent? Change the shape of the earth into a cube? The reasons these options seem ludicrous to even consider are the same reasons why all other options would seem the same as well. You could alter the world. But you could never truly change it. Useless alterations, all. What do you accomplish through imposing changes on the world that it has never gone through naturally before? Do you really believe that you were the first to come up with the brilliant idea of ending world hunger? Trust me, anything the world could have accomplished by itself would have been a long time ago.

There are good reasons why these things have never been done before. It’s because they were meant to be that way. Because the vices that plague our world serve a crucial purpose. Everything exists for a reason, and everything that plagues the world now will continue plaguing the world forever, if for no better reason than because that is their purpose. Every hero needs a villain. That’s what the villains are there for. To create heroes. Without villains, there would not be a need for heroes, and they’d never exist.

If people spent more time starting their thoughts with ‘when’ instead of ‘if’, I’m sure a lot more of those ‘if’s would have turned to reality. Example : “If I were rich…” changed to “When I am rich…”. If nothing else, ‘when’ is positive thinking, while ‘if’ has fanciful connotations. There are only 2 types of people who starts their sentences with ‘when’. The people who procrastinate, always postponing things to the future using ‘when’; and the people who will get things done, the competent ones who just know that they are going to succeed. But no matter which they are, these ‘when’ people are already better than anyone who uses ‘if’.

You see, here’s the biggest problem with “If”. It makes people live their lives in the world of ‘if’, where anything is possible. It has immeasurable power over your past. Impotent power. The power of what might have been or what might be. But ‘if’ is powerless to shape your future. When you believe in the power of ‘if’, you are living in a world of speculation and hypothesis. It works fine in theory. But then again, so did communism. As Timothy Zahn once quoted : “Do you know what is the difference between an error and a mistake? Anyone can make an error. But it only becomes a mistake when you repeat your error.”. And I have no intention of making that mistake.

So… remake the world? Thanks, but I’ll pass. The very notion of ‘if’ being made a reality is terrifying enough without imagining it used by one individual to impose his vision on the whole world.

Even if that one individual is me.

leaving on a jet plane

2006-05-18T22:02:00.000+08:00

Hey guys, just wanted to let yall know that I'll be starting college in US on Sept 1st. Not sure when exactly I'm flying off, but should be about a week or so before that I guess.

This sort of marks the start of at least five belian-less birthdays (Pre-U from Sept 2006-May 2008, U from Sept 2008 to June 2012). For those of you who were at my house last year...well, I just wanted to thank you for making it my best birthday ever. To those who couldn't make it, well...let's just hope we'll see each other on webcam from time to time yea?

Argh belian belian belian...will I never be able to put you behind me? I've let go pretty well, but there's something in me that actually WANTS to trudge up to that classroom with concrete flooring and no air conditioning again, in a funny-colored pinafore (apparently it looks different). I want to sleep on a varnished, contenged table, and I want chai yee or cher to pat my head while I'm trying to sleep.

The reality is, no matter how often we meet up in these 14 weeks I have before I go, I will still miss those days tremendously. Nothing will bring it back. I thought technology would bring us together, but of course...not everyone's free to check blogs like this. Still...I won't be able to email each and everyone of you; neither will I be able to go on msn much, so please just check this and bloggy from time to time okay? And respond,if you have the time.

14 weeks is a long time, but I'm emo-ing already because I just went through a couple of belian videos and articles in my comp. Gah. Oh, and one more thing...

You guys are gonna be famous :)

...because I'm definitely screening excerpts from Belianology to uhm, show people from all over the world how Malaysian education is like. Lol. Seriously! And I plan to bring Memori 2004/2005 too.

See you soon, guys...still a number of birthdays to celebrate with you all...except mine :(

ps

basketball anyone?

2006-05-16T20:17:00.000+08:00

hey guys! interested in a bball game at BU11? just belianers.. in case u dont remember cw, this court is where ur "cousin" broke the ring.. wanna play then just gimme a call or drop me a msg k?

-jia wen

Caption Competition #2~

2006-05-07T18:25:00.000+08:00

You all know the rules! =D Have fun!

~hashie

Chain Mail

2006-05-07T18:09:00.000+08:00

I received a (quite) touching email that day, one of those never ending chain mails. Yet, this one had a very lovely poem attached to it.. Hope you all like it! (and does this count as spreading the chain mail?)

Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine if, we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on Jim"
"Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner! yet miles away,
"Here's a telegram sir, Jim died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.

~hashie

Norsham Fumbles...AGAIN!

2006-05-07T00:24:00.000+08:00

Petaling Jaya, Day Unknown - SMK Damansara Utama's 'premier' headmistress has done it again. Big time. In a recent student-college talk held at the school's hall, the blundering headmistress Pn Norsham, showed her utter disrespect, preparation and lack of attention for the sole college present - by mistaking them for a rival college.

The calamity started when the administrators of SMK Damansara Utama received an invitation from a premier college to give a motivational and carrier talk to the students of SMK Damansara Utama. The target audience, speculated to be Form 4 and Form 5 students, were ushered into the school's hall after their highly controversial 'double-prayer', system for the talk. The college present was a renowned college from Damansara Utama, and their facilitators present worked like clockwork in setting the mood for the morning and worked the crowd well. The contents for their talk and the audience's reception, however, remain unknown at press time.

The talk dragged on for more an hour, inching dangerously close to the student's sensitive recess period - where a minute loss, is a recess loss altogether. Much to the crowd's relief, the talk did end before recess but not before a closing speech by the school's most sensational headmistress in decades, for all the wrong reasons. The crowd groaned in agony. Sympathetic applause sputtered and died out. And thus, the madness began.

Pn Norsham appeared on the podium, once again unprepared, to give her ever-known draggy and double-meaning speech which covered the usual formalities of thanking the facilitators, teachers and students present for their cooperation. She didn't do much wrong, but literally shot herself in the foot, or rather the entire school's imaginary foot, when she mistook the college present for another coveted college. The identity of that college has been withheld for privacy purposes, but it is said to be located in Subang Jaya and has ownership of one of SMK Damansara Utama's hallway.

To add insult to injury, her act of insanity was noticed but went unattended to by the students and teachers in the hall. In fact, it was reported that both the students and teachers present appeared to have been enjoying the speech, a first for the 'warga SMDU' since the arrival of their new principal. The facilitators of the college present were dumbstruck, as Pn Norsham went on and on with her speech, boasting on how well the college is but continuously mistaking their identity.

After minutes of sheer torture, the speech ended, much to the facilitators relief. One can only imagine the sheer humiliation which they have received. Pn Norsham appeared contented and cheerful after her empowering speech, but all was shattered when a sheepish school Administrator, pointed out Pn Norsham's calamitous mistake to her.

In a sight only imaginable to the common plebian, Pn Norsham 'went down on her knees to the feet of the facilitators, begging for forgiveness' over her mistake. Literally. To rub salt to the bleeding ulcerous wound, she inexplicably did it in front of the hall's denizens - much to their delight.

The conclusion to Pn. Norsham's moments of madness remains unknown as of this point. It cannot be denied that much of SMK Damansara Utama's divine aura of respect and integrity has been severely dented, no thanks to the headmistress' actions. Even a 'fool of a Took' would be proud of her. Whether or not the college present will continue its allegiance with the school is yet to be seen, but no charges have been pressed at press time. One thing for sure, SMK Damansara Utama's motto of "Leadership through Example" is now seemingly redundant with a 'leader' whose competence is much to be speculated upon.

Nerds

2006-04-30T22:01:00.000+08:00

Oh how I hate the exam blues...
The time to pay my academic dues;
Is it a blessing? Is it a curse?
Frankly I think my studies couldn't get worse.

I look around and see damned nerds,
Whose social lives are deader than Kurds;
I wonder why they have no lives?
It's not as if they already have had wives.

Bloody hell, I had tried to play,
football with friends the other day;
And yet, who was it that came at last?
A jobless bum and a MUFY spaz.

Sigh... I guess I shouldn't complain too much,
Why should I if I had opponents as such?
All in all, we did have our fun,
Of course, I'm speaking as the one who won.

And what about all those lifeless freaks?
The hell I know? Not seen 'em in weeks;
I see them in college but once or twice,
Seeing their faces in books shall have to suffice.

I suddenly feel like insulting nerds,

After all, I do believe I've skill with words;

I know I shouldn't, but since they don't check,

This blog for updates; well, what the heck.

Ah well, I suppose I understand,
After all, most are girls, while I am a man;
You could say I'm less academically inclined,
For football and movies I've never declined.

Still, I suppose I sometimes wonder how,
Much my friends have changed right now;
Are they still as fun as old?
Or are they as lifeless as I've just told?

Well, I guess before they're dead or gone,
I'll imagine how they'll look years on;
Cuz I don't even know now how they look,
What with their faces behind a freaking book.

They've studied hard right through the years,
Striving to beat their academic peers;
Just when I think they've won and will stop,
They start college and again off they hop.

Time seems to fly by way too fast,
I can barely remember the year just past;
I just wonder now if there are any who,
Recall the past, as much as I do.

The excuse last year was the SPM,
That's why we couldn't go have fun,
But now that we've A-Levels and SAM;
What's your excuse now? Bloody LAN?

I have a riddle you've never heard,
I'm sure you can answer since you study you see,
What is the difference between a nerd,
And a dodging piece of cutlery?

I'm sure you're not a complete fool,
Since you're not averse to things made from pork;
The difference between a nerd and an evading food tool?
Well, the answer is : one of them is a ducking fork.

Wrestling

2006-04-25T21:46:00.000+08:00

Is this what Cher meant? It is just an extract from a narrative I am writing that chronicles my entire life in DU, but I realized that the whole thing was probably inappropriate to be put up here and I am going to take a loooooong time to finish it.

It was sorta nice to have this kind of diplomatic immunity, as it were. Considering the bloody hell we raised back then. When I say that this was the foundation of what was to come, I’m not kidding. All the wrestling moves we used to pull at the back of the class back then after school was unbelievable, even when I look back at them today after having gone through Belian’s adventures. I mean, 14 to 15 year old kids were putting each other through tables! Real ones, made of wood! We must have gone through at least 2 dozen tables! It was incredible, I tell you. First, we’d pick a rickety table (or a perfectly good one, then turn it rickety by hammering it with blows). Then, when it was suitably weak (we were experts at judging the weakness of tables by then), we knew whether it was exactly suitable to absolutely devastate it with a wrestling move. I can’t even imagine how many people experience excruciating PAIN back then.

As usual, people like Ray and the girls pretended they had no idea what the hell we were up to, turning a blind eye to our misdemeanours and avoided us like the plague. Especially when they saw us sneaking off the remains of demolished tables out to the back of the block to leave as presents for the bewildered gardener.

CW

If I may have your attentions, please

2006-04-23T21:03:00.000+08:00

Ahem... Just in case the stats weren't clear enough.......

Belian students were best students in SPM for the following 8 subjects out of the mandatory 10 for Science Stream students :

BI, EST, Phy, Chem, Bio, History, Mor & Agama, and Add Maths.

And rumour has it, Pui Shen was supposed to get the BM prize as well, except there was apparently a shortage of Bob names on the list. A conspiracy theory I heard.

I'm pretty damn sure the second best for all these subjects were dominated by Belian names as well.

Arts subjects like Accounts could not be won by Science students, otherwise I'm pretty damned sure we'd have that as well.

Top Science student: Eve Aun of Belian

Best Overall student: Ray Mun of Belian

Pelajar Sahsiah: Well, actually I'm pretty sure there wasn't a snowball's chance in flaming hell we were gonna win this one. Damn the current pelajar sahsiah winner, btw.

Now, does this prove what I say about Belian being academic despots? Hey, you know what, why don't we list out all our koku achievements and posts as well? *Yeah, like we need any more proof...

awww

2006-04-20T22:55:00.000+08:00

hey hey ppl, I've just found something oh-so-very cute:

4 JATI'S BLOG!!!

*cracks up*

Since when form 4s were so free?? I don't recall US being that free. Or maybe we hadn't discovered blogs yet lah. Mana tau this small flers so techie right. Look at their first post:

For those who are not so observant, well, allow me to re-introduce the meaning of joinedattheiris, which has become 4 Jati's very own blog. IF you have been paying attention in class *ahem* you would know that joinedattheiris simply are the acronyms of JATI, as suggested by our very own class monitor, Mr Tan. Now, to avoid any misunderstanding and to be sure that what we do/say have limitations, these are a few guidelines on using the blog.

1. NO foul language.
2. NO backstabbing, cursing or degrading anybody.
3. This blog is specially for 4 Jati 2006 and its students!

Feel free to post comments, posts and pictures and whatever what nots as long as you insert your name as well... that is all for now, 4 Jati 2006 rocks!

Now isn't that the cutest thing? Let's not disturb their little idyll though. I always thought of this class as 5belian in the making, but let's see if they live up to my expectations..

Jw, don't let your bro know that we've discovered it!

www.joinedatheiris.blogspot.com

(It's Joined At The Iris. How cute! And creative. Btw, I just remembered why we didn't have a blog: we had guang's website and cher's forum!)

~ ps

snippets from the past

2006-04-19T11:48:00.000+08:00

hey lo there everyone. been awhile, hasn't it? bloggy has been taking up quite a lot of my time recently, so I've rather neglected belian2005.

Anyways, I thought I'd post some excerpts from my old journals that you guys might find um...interesting. I was reading them the other day, on some sleepless night, and at every other juncture I would be like: what the...??? Haha. No, seriously, it shows how far we've come from the nerdy days of 3 Anggerik to the whacky ones of 5 belian. (Or perhaps how much I've changed) In any case, enjoy...or groan:

*notes: (...) = other (undisclosable) things precede/supersede this excerpt.
[ ] = my own comments.
the headings were added on, too.

18/6/2003 - N.E.R.D.Y.N.Y.A!!!

(...)Got back BI 2 today...only lost to shu wei by 2 marks in the letter ques.(...) Pn Irene must love our class. Seriously. But pity Dyan lar - she was crying cos she only got 70. While ernest/hun yee/yp and grace were consoling her, ray mun/evelyn and moi were counting marks. RM - 709, Eve - supposedly 708, she said it was 20 marks lower (huh?), Cher & me (706), CY (705) (!!!), Yi Ping (702), Yi Jiet (696). The rest I dunno. Ray Mun's already been elected as Pres of Taek WTF Club 2004. Talk abt democracy. Well, I DEMAND a post...
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17/7/2003 - Gurmit's Retirement

(...)We're doing this performance for Gurmit's retirement. Audition's tomorrow, we started on Monday. Well, everything seemed good - until satchid (gurmit) sprained his leg...Everything still seemed fine, found stand-ins and all that. Then it turned out he couldn't come till Mon...(today we heard)...tried to get permission to audition on Mon, also cannot...so we were all, like, major prob: get replacement for satchid & time limit. Today cat (counselor, in charge of this) said 3 MINS. Mad, since we were hoping for 9 mins (sketch, rap, song). And they all practised really hard b4 recess today (grace & I were playing violin - also for same purpose), even tho a lot were involved in other things. We planned to stay back after school (the 'directors' -ernest, yong jing, abel, ray mun, cher hao, yi jiet, grace, me)...and we practised (the class) during bi too. (love irene, she's sporting!)

Then bombshell - "no negative elements" in sketch, said cat after scool. Our sketch was depicting disciplinary stuff (smoking, gang fights, spotcheck) and "no physical contact" (what, punch air?) I think we were all feeling tired and blah, and this was the last straw. I said, "Then what are we staying here for?" so we all waited for cat at her car, in the rain, and she was like "Don't stay in the rain!!! 3 Anggerik, right? Do whatever you want." At first we were whooping for joy, then we realised it was false relief, cos we knew that it wasn't possible. So, lugging violins and bass and a radio, we sat down in the back entrance of school, under the awning and started discussing. I felt that I could kiss all of them, cos it was a true display of teamwork (....)

...I could feel we were dangerously breaking up, cos everyone was shouting at the same time, a few were making calls and stuff. But ernest took charge, said "Look, whoever gives up, just walk out" and no one did. (...) So we decided to do a speech, rap and song...Yong Jing gave us a new saying - we were worried abt those jokers in our class...cheng wei included, so yjing said "Screw himlah, kick his ass and send him my regards" (...). Whether we get thru this audition or not, I think this is the best team I've ever worked with (besides ed board 2003). Despite the tiredness and all, I hope they realised how beautiful it was that we could all work together even tho' not all of us are close.

21/8/2003 - BM Debates

(...) BM debates were really funny. Quotes:-

Grace - "Sila hormati kedaraan pihak pembangkang"
- Singing adverts when speakers got stuck - "Makhamah berehat sebentar"

Satchid - "Berbohong adalah tiket ekspres kelas pertama ke neraka"

2 really good poems from lit and han s.

Cher kept insulting his own team by accident :)

29/9/2003 - YJ vs YJ

(...)School...darn funny - yi jiet kept going up to yong jing and hovering behind while ray mun and grace kept jeering...almost 10 times...so I went to the back and asked y. They said he's supposed to touch yong jing's hair and say "your hair is so nice." Kelakarlah...he really said it, albeit lamely..and sat down next to her really, really closely with his arm draped around her chair. By that time everyone was 'tuned in', facing them and watching...ray mun was the best, he queitly moved yijiet's arm around her! attaboy..she stormed out of class with her red and we were all like, "RUN la, PAN!!!" and so he did. When she came back we were all like, "Scene 2, Act 2"....so funny i tell you. And after that they arranged a 'press conference' - interviewing yj/yj - 'Best actor/actress' and yijiet dedicated/thanked yong jing, and we made him sing a song to her. In the end he sang "I love you baby" with us providing the beat and chorus....

6/3/2004 - Thankful.

(...) I see grace and her 'cheer squad', I see the sarcasm vs innocence of cw/guang, I see the clown in han who incessantly tortures patches...I have chai yee to calm me, evelyn to share with, ray mun/eve/yi ping/cy to ask studies stuff...HOW CAN I ACT STRESSED? At home, it's a totally different story...

24/7/2004 12.10 am - Hmmm.

I never thought I would say this, but I'm actually quite sick of my friends. I'm sick of them not cos I don't love them for their unique individuality, but coz i don't want things to get worse. I would really love to get to know all of them personally really well, form an unbreakable bond of unity..but everytime I try, I just end up being disappointed. I don't think they - the guys - know how much I care for our belian bond, i don't think they take me seriously.(...)

4/1/2005 - Kiasuism Resurfaces

(...) everyone really is in a state of constant change. Including 4 Belian, or should I say 5 Belian. Total mayhem ensued from 9.35 till 1 p.m. today as the mad rush for front seats in all three labs began. Amazing to see how the 'A1 gang' lived up to their inverted comma tag for once as they relentlessly pursued the best tables, jeering at all the slow ones (namely girls who have sufficient innate poise -and brains - not to run) who weren't quite happy. It was super funny seeing guang's triumphant face transform into a pale sheen at grace's news of "No Bio today, go back to class" though.

Sometime in April 2005 - Girls, Girls, Girls

[this isn't from my diary, but it's something jia wen/grace/hunyee/me did in class- exchange our, um, "Life Problems". Guys - don't attempt to understand: you won't. :) Well it works this way - I wrote my "problems" down and jw helpfully provided "solutions". Sorry it's kinda small. Anyway, our brilliant "I want to go shi shi" jw told me "Don't go to tuition" when I wrote that I had "Too much tuition homework" (no.8), and "Try to lessen the amount of powder taken" when told of my "Addiction to coffee" (no.9). The solution to the problem of "Yung Chien" was to "Send him to World Manly Federation." Tsk. Thanks jw! haha.]

Sometime in Physics class - not sure when: Word Fun

[I was fixated with anagrams then. Yknow, the art of rearranging/reshuffling words to form other words. Well, it was during this particular Physics class that I made the miraculous discovery - if one rearranges the phrase "Physics Sucks", it forms "HS SICK PUSSY". Brilliant, no? *grins*. The other scribbles are from ppl I passed it to. In case you can't see, Ernest wrote "Grace is Gay", Grace wrote "Creative!" and Lit for some reason wrote "Find something that can make a dark day seem brighter." (Must have been Cik Liang la)

18/9/2005 2 a.m. - Birthday Bliss

[my birthday. Sorry if I sound rather bimbotic, twas in the wee hours of the morning as you can see...]

(...) Memorable images of the evening? Cheng wei, Lit and Ray hiding in the playgd...eve, jing, cy and cher coolly striding in like they just walked out of a fashion ad...lol...han on how girls shop...eve binge-ing on ice cream...cher getting tipsy...grace and cher fighting....han playing, or attempting to play happy bday on d piano for me...han's awesome bday present (as usual!)...han, cher, grace, cw and their limpek jokes...mom and dad psychoanalysing us...oh, and the sight of ray and cher with the cake they baked for me! It was sooo sweet of em...and the choc part was rlly good too! My gosh, my friends rlly rock...love em...oh and we went out playing lanterns...walked ard singing at the top of our voices...played like we were lil kids on the see saw and swings...laughed our heads off...lay on the ground watching the sky with nary a care for that one, sweet, special moment. (...)

Caption Competition!

2006-04-17T19:05:00.000+08:00

In a desperate attempt to revive this dying blog...

hashie is proud to announce.. The First Ever Hashie's Caption Competition!

The rules are simple, ladies and gentlemen. Come up with either:

1. A caption about the overall picture

OR

2. Speech bubbles for the people in the picture

Make your lines witty, funny, imaginative, and above all, FUN!

Hashie reserves the right to delete any uncalled-for comment/caption/speech bubble, as always. Hashie is also eternal judge and jury on this, but CW's welcome to give his two cents worth. (get your money ready if you wanna win)

The person with the best line(s) will get... well, bragging rights. How cool is that?? =D

Oklar. It's just an excuse to show off pictures of our dearly beloved class. =D

Have fun!

love,
hashie.

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orphanage

2006-04-09T12:08:00.000+08:00

hey guys.. me n dyan were just talking about doing some good.. (cw, dont insult me) we're thinking of organizing a short trip to the orphanage to u know.. make their day.. and help out.. what say u guys? wouldnt mind some help with the arranging part..

15th APRIL

2006-04-04T19:56:00.000+08:00

People, I would like all of you to keep the 15th of April free. Say, around evening to night. I am tentatively scheduling a rescreening of the class movie then. If this date or time is not convenient for you, please notify me. Don't worry about venue first, I think it will be acceptable to most people (PS, I'm not hinting).

CW

after exams plan?

2006-04-01T15:48:00.000+08:00

hey guys! i was just wondering when all ur exams end.. s then maybe we could all go watch some movie in ou? just for the fun of it.. or skating! i've never skated before.. =( well.. just a thought..
-jiawen-

Bloody Friendster Nonsense...

2006-03-30T17:02:00.001+08:00

This is irrefutable proof that what I've been saying all this while is true. Again. "You can't trust any shit on Friendster bulletins".

This was extracted from a Friendster bulletin. It's supposed to be a personality indicator. I'm just featuring my month, July. You can judge for urself whether its accurate. Almost all of it is bull, but I want u guys to pay special attention to the ones in bold.

> ----------------JULY-------------->

Fun to be with.

Secretive.

Difficult to fathom and to be understood.

Quiet unless excited or tensed.

Takes pride in oneself.

Has reputation.

Easily consoled.

Honest.

Concerned about people's feelings.

Tactful.

Friendly.

Approachable.

Emotionally temperamental and unpredictable.

Moody and easily hurt.

Witty and sparkly.

spazzy at times.

Not revengeful.

Forgiving but never forgets.

dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things.

Guides others physically and mentally.

Sensitive and forms impressions carefully.

Caring and loving.

Treats others equally.

Strong sense of sympathy.

Wary and sharp.

Judges people through observations.

Hardworking.

No difficulties in studying.

Loves to be alone.

Always broods about the past and the old friends.

Waits for friends.

Never looks for friends.

Not aggressive unless provoked.

Loves to be loved.

Easily hurt but takes long to recover.

The things I hate about college

2006-03-30T17:02:00.000+08:00

In no particular order are...

1. Food. I don't look forward to the food. I don't know about you, but to me, it is entirely possible that the food in college is worse than the canteen grub. The canteen stuff was relatively cheap. The most expensive it got was about RM2. So if you spent RM5 on food at the canteen, you could afford to eat 2 or 3 kinds of food, with a drink to go with it. Here, it's just chap fan. Goddamn bloody chap fan. I thought I hit pay dirt at first when I heard that there was this cafeteria at E&C (the building next to Wisma Help) that had Chinese, MC and Indian food. But translated, it meant Chinese chap fan, Malay chap fan or Indian chap fan. The only other options for food (within single digit range) are yet ANOTHER Chinese chap fan stall at Wisma UOA, vegetarian (ugh) chap fan, nasi lemak, bread and fried crap at Wisma Help, or some MC food at the back of the HP buildings, which I swear to God are honestly built in what was obviously supposed to be the dumpsite behind the building, covered in canvas. And before the any Taylor's people start about their cafeteria, I know for a fact that the food there is not all that dandy either. My aunt said she had better stuff to eat in Sunway.

2. Lecturers. Imagine all the quirks, eccentricities and generally anything interesting in the 10 teachers we had back in Belian. Now take the interesting points about those 10 teachers, and implant them into five. And you've got my lecturers. I swear, when that decrepit balding old fool of an A-Levels Deparment Head Jahn Cheah was telling us about Help's A-team, he forgot to mention the existence of a B-team, C-team, D-team... At least I can't complain that I have boring lecturers.
My physics lecturer, Mr Ling, looks like (as Boon put it) "...a Japanese war criminal". He's Mr Ho-ish. He walks back from Wisma Help back to the Main Block, something even students rarely do. And Ray and I have a funny suspicion he actually beat us there once, because we didn't see him when we started but just as we got there, he was already walking next to us. And he buys a Cornetto ice-cream, spreads out his newspapers on the table of the cafeteria, and reads them, completely indifferent to the fag smoke and the fact that he's the only 50-year old man in a cafeteria full of college kids.
My Chemistry teacher's a transexual. Really. It's like Arnold Schwarzenegger teaching you chemistry in a South-Indian accent. She's got such pronounced jaw and cheekbones that I'm pretty sure I'd break my hand if I punched her face. The only proof I have so far that she's a transexual is purely hypothetical, but it works in theory. She's got a very volatile mood; she can be joking with you one second and scolding you the next. This I deduced was down to her not taking her oestrogen shots at regular intervals. But I need to prove this first, of course.
Then there's the blonde-haired whack-job who rumour has is teaches English Literature. But I've not seen evidence of it yet. She calls herself Caroline (to go with the blonde hair, I think), but I just go with 'pretentious snob'. To my mind, anyone who calls other 'sweetheart', 'darling', 'dear', 'sweetie' and calls Shakespeare 'Old Willy' in a excruciating false English accent should be shot. I don't think she likes me very much though, cuz whenever she picks on me I have something to say back. I'm not vulgarly rude to her, I just.... do my thing. And she hates me for it, of course. Funny thing is, I hate her too. What a coincidence.
My Biology teacher is OK, I suppose. Comparatively. He's quite a young Chinese guy, but he could be anywhere between 20 to 35 years old. For some reason, he's got smoother skin than Wai Onn, and he's as short as Pui Shen. Seriously. People say he's boring, but I think he's OK. He does have this creepy habit of rolling his eyeballs to face the ceiling the entire time he speaks. Looks like he's possessed or something.
Then of course I have my Cinabeng. He's a walking linguistic nightmare. The first time he introduced himself to us was as a "Holder of Master" and "from Universiti Malaya" (pronounced bahasa baku style). I half-suspect he's got Down-Syndrome or something, but I suspect more likely he's got a worse affliction: CEG. I also suspect that for him, it's terminal. And he ends every class with a variation of the following (written to reflect as accurate a depiction of his pronunciation as possible) : "Owh Kay Klrass, Tank Kiu For Kaming! Have a nice daaay! Bye Bye! See you or toomollow!!!". Damn. I don't know how to describe him, he is pathetic yet pitiable at the same time. HS made himself his class rep though, he should be the one telling you.

3. Those damned international school students. Well, not only them. I got problems with most types of student. I hate them all! But I'm pissed at the international school people the most, at the moment. They and their relatives, the private school people, generally have the same characteristics. They are corpulent, unfit balls of grease. Yes, even the girls, though I don't take THAT great an offence at them because their fat is located at more... strategic places. Aside from that, they speak with Australian accents. Irritating ones. They can't speak unsalted and unpeppered English to save their own lives. Aside from that, they are goddamn sluts. Whores, all of them! Even the guys. They seem to spend all their time flirting with each other and rolling in sexual innuendos. I have to check, but I think that's what pigs do. And besides this incorrigible lot, there are the LaLaZ CEGs. They're the 2nd worst. They speak in Mandarin, and generally are all soo... sooo... wannabe cool that you don't know whether to laugh your head off or spit blood. They wear 'cool' clothes, and all die their hair blonde, but the moment they open their mouths you find that their heads are really as empty as their hair makes them out to be. And those are just the good ones. The bad ones are... well, any of you ppl heard of Fong Siew Li?

4. The hours. I hate the hours with a vengeance. Before I started college, I spent a very pleasurable few weeks rubbing it my brother's face that he still had to go through the chore of waking up early to go to school, etc etc. Now I find that I wake up the same time he does more often than not. I get to college at 7.30. I have lessons 8-4 on Mondays. I have 6 hour days on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. I get back every day at 4 on these days, and reach home at 5.30. On Fridays, I start at 8-10, have a 2 hour break, then LAN from 12-6.30. It's not a nice life. If that's not bad enough, the commute will finish you off. You know how people say that Malaysian public transport is bad? Well, those are obviously the people who don't have a single English swear word in their vocabulary. They are overweight. They are smelly. They are filthy. They are disgusting. They are black. And that's just the drivers. The bus themselves are worse. At least the drivers seem to pass wind. The buses don't. There's a 50-50 chance that the air cons are broke. And in the chance u get onto a Metrobus that makes the illegal Kayu Ara stop, you'll be packed with more MCs than you could kill with a Molotov cocktail. I tell you, you feel like climbing up on top of the roof and spraying them indiscriminately with as many bullets as an operational M60 can fire. And it is imperative, absolutely crucial, that I don't drop any coins, otherwise there'd be a riot.

I remind you, you're probably gonna realize your lives are not a hell lot better.

Need Advice.

2006-03-21T20:04:00.000+08:00

Ok guys, i am in need of advice. Where do i go now to further my dream of pursuing medicine?

It is the 21st of March, 2006.

Second and final intake of Foundation students into AIMST in Kedah, is on the 24th of April.

Which means i must, within one month, move there. If i choose to take that.
Benefits : Guaranteed entry into AIMST's medicine programme.
Bad points : I must move now.

Or should i wait? wait for the results of JPA and other scholarships, which let's face it, is nearly as impossible to get as a lightning striking twice in the same spot. The results will only be out May.

And if i fail, what now? Form6 vs A Levels.

Let's be frank. I am penniless. I would have to do Form6, which has an extremely low success rate of going into Med School, even in local unis.

What now? The only rational choice seems to be : Going for foundation at AIMST, and moving back here (and burning about 3500 bucks) if i get JPA. If not, carry on life in Kedah for the next 9 years.

What now?

Dear friends, please help.

Hashie.

New Look!

2006-03-21T11:28:00.000+08:00

Oklar, not much of a new look. But still, i did something! Wahahaha. Can anyone of you photoshop wizards create a nicer looking header? This header was created with MS Paint. So. Abit low tech lar. =D And i need to save this address somewhere, so http://www.blogblog.com/snapshot/header-01.gif.

Congrats to all belianers for showing the school that, although we ponteng quite a lot, we STILL produce the results! This year was the best batch ever, according to norsham. School's peratus went up from 95% to 97%! w00t! Norsham told me that her daughter got a 2A for Biology. And she had that "ahahahahha in ur face" kind of look when i told her that i got a 2A for moral. Sigh.

CW, a belianology screening again is possible. I'm sorry for messing up the last one.

Well, i can sort of pin down this latest "trend" of not seeing anyone due to - loooong boring routine at college, the mad (inevitable) rush for scholarships, and of course. everyone being piled down with hw and revision as your exams slowly sneak up on you (ha in ur face! I GOT NO EXAMS!!!)

However, let's go out this Saturday. Let's do something different. I was thinking, instead of the whole go-to-ou-lepak-fight about a place to eat-watchmovie-snooker-go home plan, why not we head out somewhere else? Muzium Negara, anyone? Just for kicks. We go somewhere "boring" and we liven it up! There's this place called the Pewter Musuem of Royal Selangor, it's quite interesting too.

That's all for now. Sorry for the short post.

Oh yeah, before i forget:
1. rumour - alvin chia coupled with bethany
2. wai wai is in public speaking finals! wanna go support her?
3. rumour - jiawen has boyfriend?
4. puishen got her IB scholarship!
5. hashie to take driving test on wednesday.

I swear , CW, that's all the dirty gossip i can come up with. I think you guys should be the ones telling me right. After all, you go to college, i hang out with my neopets. -.-"

Love,
hashie.

Jang jang jang

2006-03-20T22:05:00.000+08:00

Yeah, it's been a while since I last posted here. Sorry for having to once again this outburst of nonsense, rubbish and crap.

And excuse the English (or whatever you wanna call it) la...follow mood wan.

First of all...congrats to PS =) You got your big break!!! I know this is what you really wanted...so...chunchunchunla. Go do your International Bakalaurat (myself is a phonetic kinda guy la) nicely...and continue kicking ass. Literally aso can...figuratively aso can...as long as you do it. Btw watch out for those drinking fountains...lethal stuff, those. Check which is hot and cold 1st ok =) And take care...if got any irritating buggers then just lock them up in a library cupboard till they discover him drinking his own breast-milk (hey, we all have our own ways okay). And if in doubt, always shoot C. The legendary Puan Aw Yeang herself's advice. And don't forget us also la. Though I doubt you need to be reminded la =) And go break the strings all...inner strings, outer string, guitar strings, G-strings, rafia string, kite string, stringent...um I think you get the point by now la rite =)

Haha...SPM results out!!!

I'm like a bit late here la. But you know la...myself was always a mature guy marrr (one day when you're like free and all...sit and figure this out for me ok) Anyway...myself is quite happy with my results la...Moral can suck my "sel germa primodium"-housing-organ. If I need to memorize and spit out a bunch of crap to ace a paper (and then go home, read the papers and find out nothing's going according to the syllabus)...then thats okay. Anyway my sciences still kick ass =)

The real mystery is how I aced History.
With never having to read quite a few chapters from the textbook in my schooling life.
=)))))

Kesimpulan: 9A1s and 1 B3....
Can la can la =) Life goes onn.....

And congratsies to all the Belian dudes who kicked ass in the exams...I know you could do it =) Mainly cos you did it like a whole bunch of times in the school exams la =D Anyhow....go get those scholarships!!

At least 2 months to Form 6.
At most, 3 months.

I miss classes....
I miss missing classes too =))

Oh ya...I'm most probably resigning from my job in mid April. About the 20th there... yep so then I'll be like totally free for anything. [AND I'll have enough money to buy poor-old-pathetic-me a birthday present on the 30th of the month =)] Not like there's much to do after the 20th though. Hmm. Then why did I mention that? Funny....Waitaminute. Am I thinking to myself in a blog entry?? This can't be right.

With the explanation that "Myself is always right", I shall end this debate.

Some of the nicest people you know are the people you don't know. Thanks to the lady at the bus stop who shared her umbrella with me. So kids, don't listen to your parents and make sure you talk to strangers ok?

If you got diarhea aka "the shits" arr....drink lotsa water. And 100 Plus. Really.

Don't say I didn't say.

Anyway.

I already miss you guys. Even the Belianers who kinda don't have any time to check out this site. Sorry for not saying this often enough. Or saying it too much. But I really do =) So take care ya?

Thank you for letting me talk crap, nonsense and rubbish. Not necessarily in that order la. But something like that.

Free sex for all men and death to Texas.

(I still think it's more interesting than 'freedom' and 'taxes')

So longgg....and good nighttttt.....

~Chid~

2006-03-19T21:35:00.000+08:00

Well well well. It's been quite a boring few days (more than a week now?) for the blog, it seems. Ironically, I'm here to rescue it from destruction and death. No easy feat. For me.

It seems that we've exhausted almost all topics of general interest for all Belianers (at least, those who check this blog anyway). What else is there to write about? I see Pui Shen has taken the gracious step of thanking everyone who went to her house and raised absolute hell, even though we should really be the ones thanking her. Again. I never understood this concept of gratitude anyway. So it appears that I have little or nothing to write about. However, let's go through the usual motions first...

If anybody has anything interesting to write about their college life, please start here. At the moment, I am starved of 8 gossip about anything or anybody at all. The most I know about ppl now is "Oh, he/she is doing ______ at ______". That. Is. NOT. News. Where are the scandals and funny stories??? I'm sure there are, it's just that nobody thinks there are. And even those who know of some are just too damned lazy to write them here. With all the humiliation I suffer (spoiler alert) in the class movie, whatever shreds of self-dignity I had left went through the window and got hit by a plane outside. So I have no qualms featuring some stories here. But later in this post, not now.

Secondly, the fact that I have heard very little demand for get-togethers is a rather ominous sign. Are we people sick of each other already? Funny, I would have wagered it would be another 3 months. Or are people more sick of ME? Well, the latter is excusable, but the first is not. Until you've had to put up with being called Tomithy day and night for the better part of a year, none of you have any right to be sick of our Belian classmates. In any case, those who DO want get-togethers, you can contact me. I won't bite. I promise I'll do my best for you, no matter how much I loathe you and no matter how incompetent you are at organizing get-togethers, I promise I won't sneer TOO much at your organizing skills when you ask for my help.

Yes yes, I know Chid has been bugging for futsal for some days now (Hantu put you up to it?), but the problem with that is, there's no free day for most ppl. Come to think of it, must be hell being so close to the futsal centre every day, eh? No wonder you're bugging for futsal. But like I said, no1 - no time we're free and no.2 - the days we ARE free are days it will damage our wallets significantly to play. I know you're rich now (you bastard...) but the rest of us balk at paying for lunch every day as it is. However, I think I know a very good way to increase your popularity among your friends which includes futsal, your friends, and you footing the whole bill. See me for more details, Chid.

For the rest of you (females and sissies) who do not enjoy the prospect of playing futsal and seeing guys try and strip Yi Jiet naked (don't ask, it was a long time ago), if you have any suggestions at all for anything you guys want to do, don't hesitate to try and organize it or at least ask for help in organizing it. I almost feel like going out every week after stoning through a week of lectures. If nothing better, a walk in Kiara would be nice. Healthy, sociable, pleasant... and OK, let's not kid ourselves, cheap.

I was planning to do one of the following sometime (I can't say soon, because my exams are actually quite close, though I don't know when they are exactly): a Justice League marathon (don't groan yet) followed by a dinner or something (the Belianology screening, perhaps) at my place, or a day-long trip to KLCC one of these days. I got to spend the whole day there, from 11am to 6pm on Prom day, and I found it... addictive. Not to mention Kinokuniya has the most kick-ass collection of comics I've found anywhere else. Again, this is just musing about what I MIGHT plan, don't get your hopes (or disappointments) too high.

I think I'll relate a funny... I dunno, story?... now. We have LAN subjects once a week, on Fridays, and with 3 hours at one shot. They sort our names out alphabetically, so for my Moral classes, I am virtually alone, with nobody I know in my class. Well, except for one person. Can you think of anybody who's surname is also quite far down in the alphabetical order and who goes to HELP? Give you a hint, this is not a stupid question.

Yes ppl, it's Yong Jing! Jeng. Jeng. Jeng. Oh joy. I can't decide who thought he/she was at the worse end of the bargain, her or me. In any case, within a week or 2 we had already sat next to each other, tried speaking cordially, failed miserably, pissed each other off and began looking at treating each other warily like the other was some sabre-toothed tiger. I believe Yong Jing has already gone around to quite a number of ppl, complaining bitterly about how torturous my sheer presence is to her every week. Really. Among other adjectives and descriptions used, I was apparently 'terrible', 'patronizing', 'rude' and a lot of other things I can't remember. I believe she even told someone she went out of the way to avoid sitting next to me these days. Hmph. Her loss. My gain.

Oh well, I'm getting boring now. For the love of whatever God you have, please WRITE something instead of just posting comments. Every comment I see here I will take as a personal insult after what I just said.

CW

belianology etc.

2006-03-17T21:31:00.000+08:00

Hey guys, just wanted to thank you all for coming over last Sunday. Seriously, my parents didn’t mind (though I don’t know and don’t care about my neighbours).

Thanks too, for all the support you guys gave me on Monday. Having you guys there comforting me, literally letting me cry on your shoulders, hugging me and reassuring me, and some even crying with me made the disappointment and shock so much easier to bear. I’m sorry if I made a scene, or made your shirts wet or anything though. And of course, congratulations to all you guys. I’m proud of you all. Get those scholarships, people!

Watching the movie (haha I have the full thing in my comp!) again after results helped me laugh even though I had been down the entire day. (My college friend actually came up to me and said, ‘You cried yesterday didn’t you?” Sheesh. Talk about diplomacy.) Han sheng, you deserve more than a pat on the back for Belianology. Thanks for preserving those memories, I have a feeling that it will help us some time or other during difficult times in our lives. It already has done that for me.

I hope this isn’t too late, but please promise me, people, that you won’t forget your year(s) in Belian. I know it’ll be a miracle – but maybe, just maybe, we’ll still celebrate at least one birthday a year through video conferencing (since we’ll be all over the globe in a few years’ time); maybe we’ll even have a special screening of Belianology ten years down the road. And we’ll laugh, and cry over our bittersweet memories.

It’s just another idealistic, naïve hope of mine. But despite me acknowledging that change is inevitable, I still have these hopes…

love,

Post-SPM

2006-03-15T22:29:00.000+08:00

hey guys! are u all really caught up in the spm heat and forgot allll about this blog?! =D

News news news!

2006-03-07T19:50:00.000+08:00

I am leaving Singapore on the 11th March, 2006, Saturday, at 1600 hours. I will be leaving for Singapore on the 15th of March, 2006, Wednesday, at 0800 hours. This is Grace :D

One moment

2006-03-05T22:19:00.000+08:00

With the SPM results coming out soon and the class movie being made ready for general viewing next week, I thought now would be a good time as any to reflect at out present condition right now. This may seem unpleasant to some people, perhaps it even rocking the boat a bit, but I think it has to be said, even though it could be called a mood spoiler.

We've gone our separate ways now. No matter how many people you know there are in your college, class or whatever, we HAVE gone our separate ways. Accept it. Things. Have. Changed. It changed the moment we stopped going to school. Things are going to change as well. For better, or for worse, I cannot say. But to a certain extent, you... we are all alone now.

Some may not mind it as much as others. Others may feel this change much more sharply than others. The fact of the matter is, 5 Belian is over. OVER. I am sorry, very sorry, if I have mislead anyone to believe that everything is still peachy, nothing has changed. Yes, we have been in Belian before. Yes, nothing can break that common bond of having been in Belian. But FIVE Belian? It's not here anymore. Please, it sounds so obvious, but let me tell you, hearing it and realizing it is not the same thing.

I would not say that I am trying to let people down as softly as I can. Some may think of this as just pure bullshit and dismiss it. I do not mind, or care. Yet some may see what I am trying to get to here. There may still be a part that is still subconsciously clinging to some absurd notion about the current situation being a... temporary? Unimportant?... condition. You may not have realized yet that you cannot return to the old life for comfort or security anymore. What you are doing now is what will matter most to you. Clinging on to the past, consciously or not, is not wrong, but neither is it going to help your future.

Sometimes I wonder whether all of us are happy with what we are doing with our lives now. Some may be miserable. I bet there are those who don't even know WHAT to think. We each took a different path after F5. We cannot compare notes on every point of our lives now. No more relying on others. We each chose our own path. Stick to it. Do not regret, or look at the other side of the fence and wish that you chose what someone else did. The grass is never truly greener on the other side. Indecision is a greater sin, to me, than a bad decision followed through.

I know many of us do not keep in touch. Even those who do keep in touch may not be doing it so well to the extent as if nothing has ever changed. No matter how many letters you write, how many phone calls you make, how many times you meet up, etc etc... somehow it's never the same as actually seeing each other face to face, isn't it? To be able to see EVERYONE at the same time at the same place... we will not get that chance anymore. Ever.

I do not mean to sound morbid. Neither do I mean to bring despair, though many may claim otherwise to this. All I trying to be is the voice of reason and a reminder, whether I am needed or not. With all this I-Miss-Belian and generally Belian patriotism going on, it may be easy to get caught up in the fact that we are NOT 5 Belian anymore. We are our own person now. I may admit that I have been most misleading with my generally melancholic praises of Belian. But I just meant it as praise of something that was in the past. Not to worship it in the future. I hope I will just seem stupid for posting up a needless post, rather than have posted this up only to wake a few hopeless romantics out of living in the past. I wish, I hope, that there was nobody whose little bubble was burst by this. But I cannot take the chance of even ONE person who has been living in this dream. I need to wake up anybody who has that thinking.

I will look forward to seeing all of you on Sunday. I will look forward to seeing everyone, whether or not I was close to them, or I liked them, or whatever else. Just seeing them, with all the memories, good or bad, that are associated with them, will remind me of the good times I have had in Belian. So, I hope all of you will go to celebrate 5 Belian together. There will never be something quite like it. Come for the common bond that we had in the past. But live your own life now. I would like nothing better than to watch the class movie with my classmates, and I hope you would too.

Regards,
CW

judgment day

2006-03-04T21:46:00.000+08:00

hey guys, just wondering what your plans are for judgment day. In case college has canoodled your brains too much that you have no inkling what I am blathering about, I mean March 13th. If that is still beyond your mental capacity, I mean SPM results day.

As far as I know, TCSJ isn't declaring any lesson hour as "off" times...according to my seniors we can just walk out whenever we want. I'm choosing to walk out at 11, which is kinda late according to my dad...but a check with the school mag shows the results only came out at 12pm two years ago. Hehe. Thank goodness whoever did the report (I think it was hs) had the sense to jot down the times! "1159 am : "Pn Wee's silver car whips into sight..." Besides, I have lit class at 10 which I absolutely do not want to miss...but I have socio at 11 which I am more than okay with missing, and econs after lunch (ditto). Then I'm free :) How about you guys over at tolong/sunway uc? I won't ask about hs and chiddy...bah.

Cherhao is leaving spore at 4.30 on fri (10th) and going back there at 11.30 am on the 19th, whereas yi ping is leaving spore on the 11th and going back there on thurs (16th). Which leaves sat (11th), sun (12th) and the following sat (18th) as very good days to go out. I'm assuming the class movie is still going to be screened on the 12th, and from what I understand fr CY, some HELPers have a LAN treasure hunt to which all belianers are invited to on the 11th. Cherhao wants to go ice skating, so maybe we could do that on the 18th? Anyhow, if anyone wants to go kiara-ring on weekdays I'm game too (except for tues). Though I expect that to be out of the question for the HELP-ers. (Goodness, you guys practically live in college or something...)

Anyway guys, looking forward to seeing yall next sun. Wherever it's held, make sure there's tissue. Then again, I may be too mentally and emotionally spent by that time to cry...

ps

- reminiscence -

2006-03-01T22:21:00.000+08:00

Hmm.. Let's see.. Just wondering.. Which Belianer do u guys miss the most? And, why?

To All Belianers, You're Invited!

2006-02-28T20:52:00.000+08:00

You are all invited to a special opening night screening of "Belianology" on the 12th of March, 2006. It's a Sunday, the day before the 13th...well, you know what day that is. Anyways, please do come, even if you don't give a damn about the movie - if not to watch it, then at least to catch up. Place and time is not confirmed yet, but do email me at hansheng88@gmail.com if you guys have any problems with the date/time/movie.

Place will either be at ernest's/yongjing's/jiawen's (to date, only jiawen has given permission for us to bang her house.)

Time - roughly evening-ish.

I will update more later.

Another update

2006-02-26T22:45:00.001+08:00

Hello all!

Firstly, I don't think I will be back during my holidays (11th to 19th march) cuz of the bird flu thing(it's in my area). Anyway if my mum allow then I should be coming back.

Anyway, my quote came out in singapore's newspaper :D The story is like that..Wednesday, the rajaratnam dude passed away. Friday they open the Parliament to the public to pay last respect. we planned to go already but then it rained so batal. so then me and 3 other girls were quite bored..the girls want to do grocery shopping but we dunno where exactly is the place. so we jalan jalan a bit then we decided to go parliament. had to go through security checks, thought it would be crowded but it was about 5pm+ and we were lucky, no crowd. we signed the condolence book and pay last respect, see the body, and left. then got reporter asked, what brought us here cuz we were wearing sch uniform. i go say like i tak pernah see singapore's parliament. he asked why, i said we from msia. he directed us to another guy after that.

so the other guy got our names, age, school. and he asked, so what do you know about this man? nasib baik i got a friend who always read newspaper so she answered everything. the reporter was quite impressed, he said we know more than any singaporean kid =) then told him quite a lot of stuff la..so akhirnya my quote came out but sudah kena ubahsuai.

"He used to say in Malaysia so we feel a sense of connection." Anderson JC student, Neoh Shu Jiun, 17, from Malaysia under the ASEAN Scholarship. She came here and paid her last respect with other Malaysian students.

:D :D :D

Anyway, life is like normal..nothing new. chup ar brb my mum called. later i update again ya =D

-grace-

change change

2006-02-23T22:39:00.000+08:00

hey guys, i was just wondering if singapore did change u all.

-jia wen-

2006-02-19T19:56:00.000+08:00

First of all, I suppose I have to swear undying gratitude and eternal debt to JW for conceding defeat to me in WRITING. Apparently, I usually never have a chance against her, it would seem. So thank you.

Secondly, if you knew of any of my 'friends' who are actually used to it, pray tell me. Or rather, name me a 'friend' I have, for that matter.

As for your guess as to the possible reason for my insulting you so much being the innumerable flaws that you have, I can only reply with the word : "Duh?"

Same answer can be applied to your comment about yourself sucking, I suppose, since you mentioned it.

I'm afraid you have misunderstood somewhat my principle of not caring what people think. That only applies to ME.

Since I see that you write "Galatea" as if it is something completely Hungrarian to you, I guess I should explain it briefly, since I am sure you do not know, will not ask, and will deny ever not knowing in the first place:

A skilled Greek sculptor, Pygmalion, hated women. However, one day, he made an ivory sculpture of a woman. It was so beautiful, well sculpted and perfect, that it almost appeared alive. He finally became obsessed over it, his heart breaking just to see it so real, yet knowing it wasn't alive, day after day after day. One day, at the temple of a goddess, he prayed that he would find a wife "LIKE my ivory virgin". The Goddess Aphrodite however, knew that his heart really wished that HIS ivory virgin would come to life, and not find someone RESEMBLING his sculpture, as he had prayed out loud. So, she brought his sculpture to life, and Pygmalion was so glad to have his heart's wish fulfilled he never had eyes for any other woman again. So, I was saying that Belian was MY Galatea.

ps- Grace, I am nothing but FEARFUL of your prospects of coming out of your whole two years there without being corrupted in some way.

Kerja Rumah!

2006-02-19T14:16:00.000+08:00

Everybody everybody,

One more thing. Try to keep the 11th, 12th, or18th of March free.

Grace : can confirm when all the malaysian singaporeans are coming back? Comment here.

CW : Any ideas for venue? Yongjing dunno free or not...

You guys know what i'm talking about. =)

Have fun.

PS: PS, my SONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!

PS2 : Ray, need your photoshop skills. Please tell me if you have exams coming.

-cty- : let's crash yong jing's house.. i never been b4 le... =]

Love,
hashie.

Hello from Mundaneland

2006-02-19T13:48:00.000+08:00

Hello all, and first up, thank you - cw, grace, and jiawen, for making me cry, tear, and basically miss the old times at Belian. I thought i had that phase past, but as it turns out... well, i'm not quite over it yet.

Look on the bright side guys - at least you guys are getting out to know the world. For so long, we've been protected by the boundaries of our school/class, and certainly, meeting new people will some as a shock. But as we age, and as we explore the foreign grounds we've all been thrust into, we will all be able to mature a little more, grow a little more, cherish a lil bit more. And, for Yi Jiet's case, be able to look at a girl withouth drooling (kidding la jiet, don angry k =D)

Think of it this way. If you were in a comfortable couch, watching [ insert favourite show here, porn not included ], would you want to get up in the middle of the show to answer the door or to fix a snack? Of course not. We've already settled down in that couch, our butts warming up the seats nicely, the soft cushions adjusting to the curve of our bottoms to provide comfort. And that TV, damnation, the interesting bits of [ insert favourite show here ] just keeps on coming and coming, who wants to leave halfway through?

And yet, when there's a sudden blackout, we HAVE to leave that couch to look for a flashlight or candles. No matter what, sitting there is no longer an option. Circumstances have forced us out of the comfort zone. So off you go, feeling your way in the dark, bumping into table tops and other whatnot. [ Joke : A man walks into a bar. "Ouch." ] The fan isn't working anymore, neither is the air conditioning, and you start to perspire. Still looking for a source of electricity, we wander aimlessly into the bedroom and accidentally fall into the bed.

Hey! Here's something comfortable! Ahh...that's nice. Relaxing. It seems there can be another comfort zone outside of what you're used to. But it sure takes a hell of a lot of searching in the dark for it.

Wait. It's so dark in here. And it's still hot. Although i feel comfortable here... I still prefer my couch. So, off you go, looking for a flashlight.

Suddenly, the electricity is back on, and back into the couch you go. Now..Don't you feel better? Don't you fully appreciate the comfort of your couch?

Point i'm trying to make here is... doesnt matter what shit we're dealing with out there. As long as we know there's a couch to come back to, to lie on, to fall back on. As long there's a couch, we're alright. The bed might be comfier, but we all know that humans spend more time in the living room than in the bedroom.

I agree with all of you. No one can compare to the highs and lows Belian has reached. In a matter of what, 3 years? We've all found that, our couch lies in 5 Belian.

I miss you all.

hashie.

Life here (updated)

2006-02-19T11:27:00.000+08:00

I guess what Cheng Wei said is nothing but the truth. I, too, have been comparing people here with Belian. It seems as if the standard of Belian is what I expect people to be. Maybe that is why I find Singaporeans extremely childish and super LaLaZ. Even my hostel mates, well yes I do admit they are quite fun in their own ways, but everything they say and do just make me miss the people in Belian. Or simply, all of you.

Every morning, I wake up at some ungodly hour, dreading school (because I would rather sleep). I look at the Singaporeans in school as childish, immature, not-so-smart people. True, they might be super smart, top in their school, but I really don't care. Simply because I don't believe they can be as smart as Evelyn or the top students in Belian. Those people in my class who talk a lot, labelled the so-called "cool" people of the class..well I (and other scholars) just find them purely irritating. We just think that they are empty tins regardless of their wit, if they had any. Basically we diss them at every chance we get, and for once, BM comes in handy. Not to say that I never encounter talkative people in my life before, it's just that somehow, they are just unbearable. Singlish slang is the most irritating slang after the China people's slang.

I guess it's not only I who feel this way. Every single Malaysian thinks that home is always better than here. None of the Malaysians hang out with Singaporeans during break time. We will always "book" tables for ourselves. Own type of people. Then we sit and observe Singaporeans, diss them, or for Yi Jiet, drool over them. (By the way, there aren't any hot people around)

Another reason to hate Singaporeans : They are proven dumb. That Friday, Yi Ping, another girl(Karen) and I wore kurung to school just for kick(usually we don't wear baju kurung, we wear some outing clothings which we refer to school uniform). So, this girl in my class asked Karen and I, "Eh why you all wearing this ah?" So we explained, that's our school uniform. She said,"Walao I see you all like so hard like that..can walk ah?" Bitch.

Yi Ping's classmate asked another scholar, "Eh why Yi Ping wearing so many cloth?" My Physics teacher asked Karen and I, "Why you all wearing like that? What day is today?" which we answered, "Friday." and he said, "Oh so every Friday you have to wear this right?" and we refused to explain further. Basically they just think that baju kurung is very alien to them. Yi Ping and I walked across the canteen and Yi Ping said, "Can you feel the eyes on us?" Even my Economics teacher, while eating her noodles, looked up as we crossed her.

There are some people who are quite fascinated with kurung. The canteen lady, selling Malay food(she's Malay too btw) came and sat with us. Just like that. And she was getting friendly with us, asking us where we come from, ask us study hard (wtf?!) and finally said, it's nice to see people wearing kurung. The sweeper too said, "Eh baju kurung!" Even our hostel's security guard was amused.

Conclusion : Singaporeans are lousy when it comes to other races' cultures.

"Galatea" comment from me

2006-02-19T01:16:00.001+08:00

For this post, i, jia wen, am actually gonna consider defeat. just for this once. i mean, i can't tahan ur insults and all because unlike all ur other friends, i'm not used to it.. don't know why though.. BUT, i'm going to start getting used to it cuz i know u're not THAT mean and u're gonna get tired of insulting me soon enough(maybe cause i have too many things for u to insult?). i admit that i am self-centred and think that the world (moves?) around me.. but then for ppl like grace & ps & chid who knows me since neverland, they should know me better.. but if u don't, well, all i'm saying is that.. yeah, i suck! =P haha. nolah.. i'm just admitting what i think sucks most about myself.. But if i follow ur(cw) advice, i shouldn't change should i?? u're the one who said don't bother about what others think. so indirectly, u're the one who brought this shit to urself! haha.. ok la.. dun want to give u more chances to insult me..

All that i wanted to say is that, belian life can NEVER EVER be replaced by any other lives.. like college life.. working life.. these lives will be full of back-stabbing bastards and bitches who we will never find in belianers(however mean they are;talking about myself la). Seriously, even ppl in college pretend to be nice to u for a reason.. there's no one else who are nice to u just because they WANT to be nice to u.. i mean ppl like mel and all la..

Ok, this was meant to be a comment for CW's "Galatea" but i figured it'd be too long for it. So.. yeah..
-jia wen

Galatea

2006-02-18T00:35:00.000+08:00

*This was in my journal, but since PS's entry conveniently ties it up, I've copied and pasted it here.

I am going to refrain from saying anything that will make this journal sound or appear stale to anyone who has ever read one of my anti-social lambastings of human nature before. All I can say is, human nature is a subject that is very fascinating to me; and to some extent is something I usually spend a lot of time contemplating and studying. And usually, condemning. These social commentaries of mine are, by now, all too familiar. So as mentioned, I am not going to write in that tone. However, on that note, this journal DOES concern human nature to some extent.

Without giving any references to anything or anybody specific (because there are no particularly concise examples I am referring to), people seem to be able to be divided into divisions or groups by their personalities alone. At times, so much so that it appears absurdly 2-dimensional. I’ll allow that first impressions do not give a 100% accurate interpretation of someone’s personality, but more often than not, it hits pretty close to the mark. And from these impressions, one wonders why on earth humans feel compelled to reproduce.

You will meet all kinds of people; people you don’t particularly like, or don’t particularly respect or admire, or don’t particularly hold in much esteem. However, you could also encounter people you like, people you respect, or people you admire, etc. You cannot judge all this just by looking at a person (though how he looks does influence your perception of him somewhat), but almost every person you talk to or interact with, you will meet someone who falls into one of the above categories, for whatever reasons.

For myself, as an example, I meet a lot of these different groups of people in college. I do not wish to rant at length about specific cases, but you do see all sorts here. There are those that I am partial to, those who I think are acceptable, those I wish would suffer from mild strokes die and those I wish would be conveniently in some building when terrorists strike.

But I digress.

However, of all the people I meet, it always feels as if there is something… I don’t know… different? Missing? It is as if everyone I meet, they just don’t live up to my… expectations. I know it sounds silly. How could I possibly have expectations of people I’ve never met before? I found myself being so disinterested in people that I found it quite strange. (For the record, I have always been interested in people; this is not to be confused with LIKING people, which I, as a rule, don’t).

I am usually quite keen to listen, record or generally know as much as I can about a person’s and people’s personalities. The more I come to understand the stereotypes out there, the more I learn what makes a particular type of individual tick, the more I learn about human habits, the more easy I find it to recognize and analyse people I see or meet. But nowadays, I couldn’t even be bothered in the least about the people I meet. I don’t bother trying to ‘see’ their real characters, don’t bother to second guess them, don’t bother to even GLANCE at them any more than I have to.

I wondered at first why it was so. It couldn’t be that I didn’t find EVERYONE disinteresting. I could still remember names which I found to be (to me, at least) very interesting personalities. It just seemed that I didn’t find anyone HERE interesting. Whatever they did, they seemed to be just… dull. Below par. Disappointing. Yes, disappointing would be the best word. They disappointed me. After some reflection and thinking, I think I know the reason for this, and it is just a single word.

Belian.

Surprisingly, after I realized this answer, it seemed quite obvious and clear to me. Alright, not exclusively Belian; maybe a few people from outside it. The reason for my feeling stale about people here was because of the populace of Belian (for the most part). To put it simply, I think they have spoilt my tastes for other people. Spoilt, in the sense that compared to them, any other individuals seem… dead.

I had a feast of personalities at Belian; a veritable spread of extremes in everything. Anything that Belian wasn’t was practically non-existent. Being in Belian, I’ve seen the best and faced the entire rainbow of human personalities. I’ve seen the brightest minds I could ever have dreamed of seeing. I’ve met some of the keenest wits I ever knew here as well. I’ve gotten to know some of the most talented people as well. I’ve encountered the most dysfunctional humours; the prettiest faces, the most cheerful characters, the craziest people, the sharpest tongues, the most capable leaders, the most foolish knaves, the most mature wisdoms…. I’ve seen everything here.

To me, knowing about Mr/Ms So-and-So who was a debater/public speaker/MC (master of ceremonies, not the other type) of his/her school is nothing. When I just listen to them speak, I automatically shut off after 2 words, thinking ‘He/She is not worth listening to,’. Reason for my subconcious action? Compared to our resident gung-ho spontaneous bullshit fabricator, Satchid, in Belian, they are nothing. Infinitesmal. They could be national champions for all I care, I wouldn’t be a quarter as amused when hearing them speak as I would if Satchid spoke.

Talented? Oh sure, there’s always this bla-bla-bla whose represented school/state/nation/planet/galaxy in whatever competition and can count how many times a chicken’s heart beats using an abacus, or can reproduce the London Symphony Orchestra with their head on fire. Who cares? I wouldn’t trade that for my mind’s resident music maestros of Belian, such as PS or Grace or others. I’d rather listen to them entertain friends by taking ‘requests’ from HS to play Accidentally In Love than listen to these people play Beethoven.

Pretty faces? Well, perhaps there are some. Yet, when I remember the girls of Belian who had beauty AND brains AND in more cases than not, talent, the giggly, insufferably LaLa blonde-streake-haired, Australian or English accented sluttily dressed disgraces to the feminine race appear nothing more than shallow and uncouth Liza Doolittles compared to the Katherine Hepburns that I was priviledged to know.

The most kind hearted? Good natured? Goody-two-shoes? Nothing; dust, compared to people like Ray and Ian. ‘Cool’, fashionable or sociable? Hah. Social troglodytes compared to Ernest. Unabashedly stern and a stiff? Not if I compare you to Yong Jing. Not afraid to make a fool of themselves? What, you forgot HS and Abel? Sick, depraved, sadistic? Have you met Adam? Omnipotent in academics? Sure, I know Evelyn. The latest news or wildest rumours, with the latest twist being received as it is told? Please, don’t even try to be like Grace. Sweet and as the mother of a friend of mine once said, the younger Pn Mimi? No English rose competes with Melissa. Eloquence? Articulation? Do you know Wai Wai and (unfortunately) Joan? I could go on forever with each and every person in Belian, and some people from outside as well. And each of them has to be the ‘expert’ in at least FIVE things, not just ONE.

No matter what category these people fall under; or what be the main characteristics of these people, whatever their trademark personalities, they are negligible nothings compared to the people I know and used to see day after day. Even the worst of the ones I meet here aren’t as bad as the people in Belian could be. Loud mouthed? Swearing? Stupid acts? Idiotic jokes? Air-headed dumb-blondeness? Yawn. Amateurs, compared to the professionals at work back in Belian. The most foolish stunts, the most outrageous pranks, the most audacious endeavours, the most incriminating racist jokes, the most mind-numbing stupidity and lameness, the most boorish behaviour were all in Belian. What I see when I look at the people here are losers, for they can’t even beat Belian in BEING losers.

Belian has spoilt me for other people. I look at them with nothing but scorn and contempt for being nothing but pale shadows and disappointing reminders of what Belian was. The BEST. In everything. I had it all, but now I don’t. To have seen such a treasure trove of nothing but the BEST in human personalities, what I see now are sentients with the personalities and characters of rocks. In my mind, no matter in what, nobody can be as good as someone in Belian was in anything. Impossible to be true, yet that is what I believe. A romantisized memory, I know, yet one which you could argue with facts for some time.

Nothing can ever eclipse the heights that Belian scaled in my eyes, in whichever direction that may have been. We were the best of the best, the worst of the worst. No such thing as mediocre with us. You were always the best at something, be it the best at being the best, or the best at being the worst. I can barely stop myself from snorting in derision every time somebody here reminds me of something which my Belian has done before, and more often than not, was famous for.

I defy anybody to replace the greatness of Belian in me. I am Pygmalion who has seen Galatea. Belian is the standard with which I measure people now. I’m afraid that I can never have a normal estimate of people again.

all abt meeeee (ps)

2006-02-17T12:24:00.000+08:00

Why helloo people. Feels like ages since I haven't blogged here! Well, I guess it's just the workload (worsened by my laziness of late) that has been keeping me from posting.

First things first. Any one saw Cher on Football Crazy last night? This only applies to the people with astro, so...But then again, with the limited number of belianers blogging here that's probably like very very few. Sigh, so much for my efforts to keep us in touch. Well anyway, just to fill yall in, Cher was invited as a football fan on this football talk show thing based in Singapore...it's aired on ESPN. I'm leaving it to ray (if he decides to grace us with his eloquent speech) or anyone else for the details, because I had a literature deadline to deal with and thus couldn't watch the whole program. Anyway, it's quite a thrill to see your friend on tv :)

In complete contrast to Help (as always), tcsj is buzzing with lots of activity. Valentine's Day sales, Student Council elections and campaigns, Paintball competition...I can barely keep up with what's going on (not like I'm interested anyway) but it's almost impossible to ignore Student Council campaigning. My goodness...the amount of kiasu people here are incredible. There's this girl in my class who's running for President of TCSJ student council (which, by the way, is separate from A levels student council and SAM student council...sheesh)...and she goes around stopping people in the corridor to ask them to vote for her. That's not all, she made our LAN lecturer let her give a speech during LAN class...among her plans included asking TCSJ to rent a cyber cafe for students and organize a DOTA tournament. Dream on.

And in every possible nook and corner, on every wall in Taylors (and even the ceilings, classrooms,...) I get startled by posters screaming "VOTE FOR ME!!!!", either boasting a Colgate/Darlie smile, a "I was president of this and this" resume, a "I will do this and this for you if you vote me!!" pledge - or all of the aforementioned. Talk about having nothing to do. You would think I'd jump at the chance to join things like this, but please, I barely have enough time for myself and you guys (i.e. my bestest friends!), let alone the entire student population of tcsj. Sheesh.

As for Valentine's, I sorely miss the way we belianers celebrated it last year. It was a day for lovers AND friends, not just the former. Unfortunately, in this callous place called college, that cannot happen. But chid and han, thank you so so much for your messages because you guys truly made me feel like Valentine's is a special day! And someone please inform jing/eve/chai yee (to the last one, I think you should be reading this!) that I terribly miss my "single and enjoying it" gang. I spent Valentine's patiently bearing with the famous question - "You don't have a boyfriend?" -and the looks of pity I get when the answer is in the negative. Apparently people here do not believe in the existence of perfectly contented single girls who already have the bestest friends in the world, and thus does not feel the urge to find that special someone. No, they all simply cannot understand such a concept and tease me about being "upset that I do not have a boyfriend" when I passionately uphold women's lib.

This is why I sometimes feel like enrolling in one of those all-women's colleges in the US, full of believers in singledom and women's lib.

I guess one of the worst things about leaving belian for college is that no one seems to accept the fact that you are as you are. In belian, we joked about the "A1 table" and the "C5 table" that contradict their labels in the bio lab. We had a balance. The jokers at the back provided the laughs, the self-proclaimed nerds in front (yes, I have resigned to accepting the label as a compliment) who rush to finish homework, and the rest who just blend in with ease. And we all accepted everyone's strengths and weaknesses of character, even growing to appreciate the flaws sometimes (i.e. CW...don't you just miss his sarcasm?). I don't know about you guys, but here in tcsj...it irritates me no end when people ask "Are you okay?" when I act like myself, they tell me not to be so stressed when I simply try to steer our group discussions from straying off the subject, and one even tells me "You're asking for it" when I make a little sarcastic remark that I can't even remember (yes, it was that mild). Oh well.

See why I miss you guys so much now? *sniff*. I know no one can replace you people, but my decision to turn pure arts has been marred by the fact that NO ONE can combine fun and work like you people do, NO ONE can be silly and be serious at the appropriate times...

p.s. excuse me for being so complainish and whinish today...when one of your classmates prints out a page directly from the net (complete with "member: login / password" buttons and "send to friend" link) for a joint LAN assignment, you just can't help but sigh.

Lots of liang, (doesn't it sound cooler than lots of love? lol)

ps

ICT

2006-02-16T20:56:00.000+08:00

hello....ahah as usual la u know i'm like the VIP so i got the invitational letter from the school...... dont be too sad la if u all didnt get it.... i let u all see aso =)

litttttttttttttttt

Potential chance to meet up?

2006-02-15T23:16:00.000+08:00

Hello, HELLO all! Grace, don't mistake our silence for being too busy...simply put, there's nothing interesting enough going on in our lives now to document. Either that, or it's too embarassing. Well, anyhow, this Saturday, the 18th of February 2006, SMKDU will be organising it's very first ICT day!

Down, Cher! Don't attack norsham!

Anyways, this event is (supposedly) open to all ex students, so maybe we could go and meet up? It starts at nine, and please, if you ask me where the location is, i will hunt you down and force you to watch reruns of Belianology.

Work on Belianology has been slow for this past two weeks. I've had a major mental block, and i'm distancing myself from the movie to er...free up my mind. The movie will still be released end of Feb/beginning of March, so yongjing... prepare your house. *grins*

Singaporeans, how are you? I've heard that life is tough over there.. but hold your head up high, take on life, and remember that we're all very proud of you here. =) Thought you could use a bit of motivation.

Well, i'll update you guys on everyone else. Guangie is currently lost in the jungles of Sabah with the Raleigh Expedition (don't pray for it to be permanent, CW) and he will only return to base camp like, once a month. So... he can only contact us once a month. WOW. I highly doubt i can survive that. =)

Satchid is still busy working as always, and Cheng Wei is still bitter as always. =) Jiawen got a rose for Valentine's apparently, and PS... having some sort of musical thingy. Whee~

I've heard rumours that results will be out March 14th, and this seems to tie in with the newspaper reports that they'll be out middle of March. Whoop de doo. I can't wait. The excitement is killing me.

So, guys... Saturday? Drop a message in my phone ya.

love,

hashie.

2006-02-14T10:28:00.001+08:00

I was just about to get started on some horrific amount of work in the library over here when I received the news that someone else had done it already (no, I'm not JW), so now I am suddenly very free AND with a computer at my disposal. Taking a cue from all those ppl who blog even when they are in college (and ppl say I am the one who's a 'too free college student'), I decided to add something here before this blog just... dies.

First up, Happy Valentine's Day. Damn 14th Feb. The whole place seems to be filled with giggly airheads all of a sudden. Some stupid club or other selling roses and candy and other Valentine's Day services are not helping. Add in the fact that Wai Wai and Jason seem to have taken it as their new mission to harass me on the subject today (I've already gotten 6 msgs from them to date; and it is only 10am) and I am in an inhospitable mood over the festivities.

I know somebody at my college (ok, a few, but this is the interesting one) who will be getting a special Valentine's card (msg? letter?) from overseas.... LOL It should be interesting to see how she reacts. I just hope there are no stupid questions in there anywhere...

Hmmm.... I just realized how hard it is to blog to the masses.... nothing ever seems interesting enough to talk about. Maybe that's cuz nothing interesting ever happens here in HELP.... no gossip, no rumours, no nothing. The most interesting thing around here is probably the Econs teacher who 10/10 ppl swear is a man, despite he being a she; a Chem teacher who seriously looks like a transexual; a damn gay Bio teacher; MrHo and Cik Liang-impersonators for my Physics lecturers; and a goddamn Cinabeng for my Maths teacher....

Btw, when's SPM results coming out? I may want to plan something for then.

CW

YO yo YO yo

2006-02-09T14:57:00.000+08:00

hey everyone... wah!! so much posts edi from the last time i checked... haha how are u guys?? Guess where am i now... in the school library, darn boring la, nothing to do .... some more in like 10 mins time i`ll have lesson ledi... haha ... okla think better go now after late.... ciaoz, miss u guys =)

from jia wen to u all.

2006-02-06T00:38:00.000+08:00

hey u lot! had nothing to do so i decided to flourish this blog with my comments (blog?).. hope u all had a great chinese new year and for those who didnt celebrate(chid), u still enjoyed it what! got leave from work somemore.. get to collect ang pau somemore.. well, sorry i couldnt go to ur place ernie(doubt he checks out this blog anyway).. hahah.. im bored.. hehe.. maaf kerana telah membosankan anda semua.
sigh.. i cant sleep now cuz some buggers playing their super duper loud fireworks(which i cant see from my room).. sheesh.. i wanna report to polis edi.. disturb my beauty sleep.. lucky my class starts at TWO tmr.. hhahaha.. dont be jealous cheng wei and ps.. grace too.. as for han and chid, u guys are lucky! woohoo! but at least im not stucj at home getting bored.. zzz.. ok ok.. i AM bored now.. go ahead cw, insult.. =)
hmm.. though u guys arent THAT close to the girls who sit in front, any idea how to celebrate dyan's birthday? eu jin wont be here anymore cuz he'll be in aussieland.. her b'day is on 8th of march (one month later is mine! *hint hint* chid and cw! xP hehe..). ok la, i know a bit the early but im BORED mar.. so start planning lor.. but like i told u last time cw, she has other clans u know...shhh... oh well.. any ideas for a good present? hahah.. im bored but my brain is bored as well..so cannot think wan..(grace ah, u wanna share her pressie or not ar? =P )
eh grace, u better show me those pics of hotties in raffles wei.. erm, u're in raffles right? me is confused.. =/ sigh.. that reminds me of valentine's.. sheesh.. ppl like han ar.. shouldnt use this blog! =P jk jk.. grace ar!! how ar!? hun yee also ditch us liaoo.. last time can rely on her as our 'single' kaki.. now tak boleh liaoo.. sigh.. nvm nvm.. we go hasut dyan ok? =P heheh..
hey, if paramjeet has nothing to do on weekends or sth, maybe we could organize a makan? not in her house la.. probably in ou cuz that's the place she 'hangs out' where WE can also hang out.. her other hotspots are of course places like souled out or zouk or hard rock cafe laa.. we cannot, or rather will not, afford this places.. =_=" but not on valentine's la.. cuz she and her hubby might wanna go for candlelight dinner and all.. maybe early march? not too near our exams though.. mine's in april.. i think a lvls should be in late may, early june yea? so all the kiasu ppl sure wont go wan.. *ahem* no need to name ppl.. oh ya, if u guys can come up with wat to do on dyan's bday, u can also join in.. =) err.. i donch know wat im talking abt.. arghh..
wow..i must be pretty bored to write soo much crap.. but hey, there're a few question marks there yar.. so feel free to answer them.. i'll update on my college life when i start college again tomorrow!! (don't go "arghh" ok!)
TAKE CARE, U GUYS and grace and cher and even yj!!
p.s/ actually, this post is meant more for those penganggurians like han and chid to occupy their time wan.. i know it's boring lahh..but give face to jia wen laa.. =)))
p.p.s/ notice that only me and grace and ps use this blog? where're all the other girls??

valentine's day

2006-02-04T04:10:00.000+08:00

yay! let's organize a single dateless people party!!

=P

wheee

2006-01-31T22:37:00.000+08:00

ps thanks everyone who came last fri nite.
ps misses you all LOTS.
ps wants to have another get-together before she returns to 'school'.
ps wants tommy and jia wen not to be so docile.
ps wants to regain her belian lameness (cherhao said i m lame again, yay!)
ps is very high on chocolate right now.
ps hopes everyone had a good time on fri, and is sorry because ps's house does not have much entertainment, but hopes everyone had fun seeing each other anyway!

PS MISSES YOU (ALL)!!!!

Another get together?

2006-01-31T21:25:00.000+08:00

OK, the ASEAN ppl have left already... So now I divert my attentions to other things. Who wants to have another get-together this Fri or Sat or Sun or something? Don't worry where or what we'll do first, let's just go by popular request first. If many people want, I'll figure something out. I assume most of you would have come back from your respective hometowns by then, yes?

happy cny!

2006-01-29T23:45:00.000+08:00

happy cina new year :)

~grace~

hang-out at PS

2006-01-28T03:29:00.000+08:00

listen, it was fun catching up with u guys. =) except for the fact that cw kept insulting me. thanks guys! and girls!

Boo!

2006-01-26T16:49:00.000+08:00

Dear Friends,

I'm sorry for my long sabbatical from the blog. I know, people like CW would certainly say that since im so "free" at home, why couldnt i come online to blog? I don't have any answer to that, really. =) But that doesnt mean i haven't forgotten about you guys. I see you everyday, on my computer (now this is getting freaky)

Anyways, first up, Grace/Cher/Jiet/Yiping/Chong/who else? WELCOME BACK TO KL! I'm sorry i can't attend whatever meetings you guys are planning, I'll be heading back to that (yes, CW) god forsaken rock on Friday morning, first thing at 5 am (to beat the jam!). So. Sorry...and have fun ya? I'll call from Penang, just like what i did last time for the steamboat. Hehehehe.

CW, i would like to apologize for not confirming/attending James going away party. I had some family stuff to do that Friday night, and er...my digi credit gave out. Sorry.

Basically guys, sorry for complaining a lot about my so called "boring existence" now. It must seem that, i bitch and complain about having nothing to do, yet don't make it for any social gatherings. I can only blame myself/prior plans for this arrangements. Once again, sorry.

So. What's new in my life? Basically nothing much. I've been progressing far in Neopets. Likewise with the class movie. I know the singaporeans can't wait for it to be shown (wa so fast got the kiasu spirit alredi?), but it will only be shown at mid-feb, end of feb. Rest assured, I will mail back 4 cds to singapore a week before the guys here get to see it. So you guys got advanced screening. Hope that makes things a bit fairer. =) The class movie is going on fine, I just need some photoshop help now (thanks ray!) and some piano help (PS!!!!!!!)

Just last saturday, my mother's department had a big fishing competition (my mum fisheries officer mar)... So Ray, Tse Han, Yuhhui and me were basically at the Titiwangsa Lake the whole day, trying our luckk with the fishies. Well, more like RAY was fishing the whole time while we either lepaked under the tree. =) Ray managed to land a 1.4kg catfish, earning him a top 17th place and a cool hamper. w00t! =)

So...that's all for now. Er. Hope to meet up with you guys after CNY. By the way, Guang Yu is leaving for Sabah (he's going there two months for a comm service project) on the 2nd of February. Just in case i can't come back in time...yeah, just a reminder.

See you.

Loads of love,

hashie.

Responsibility.

2006-01-21T21:28:00.000+08:00

Thank you, Jia Wen, for your invitation to insult you. I will do so now. Tell me, exactly how many comments do your posts get WITHOUT you commenting on your own posts? In any case, I can't believe she-who-must-not-be-named was talking about me. All I can say is, I'm sure it wasn't anything good, so I doubt I want to know what it was.

Anyway, will anybody be around during CNY besides myself and Grace? Or is everyone going back to that forsaken hawker-infested little rock near Thailand again?

jia wen's post

2006-01-20T14:12:00.000+08:00

okay.. maybe putting this as the "tajuk" can attract more people's attention lorrr.. =P hahhah! still as cocky as ever! duhhh! it's not me if i'm not cocky right?! anyway, i'm now stuck in college 'researching' my paper.. cuz stupid internet at home sucks ass! as u all should know by now... i think i bugged like everyone to check if my area can actually have blardie steamyx.. sheesh.. of all places NOT to have them! wat the hell.. sigh.. btw, an idea.. i think the get-together of belianers at kiara park not so 'in' la.. cuz i mean, wat can u actually do in a PARK right?? however sickening ou can be, i think it's a better place lorr.. at least well, if it's boring then at we all can disperse and do more things.. or we all can do different things.. arrghh.. i dont even know what im talking about nowww! gosh! ive already checked friendster, read all the posts here, 'research; on my paper, copied wtv was relevant, wat else?!! sheeesh.. i couldve played in dsa(department of student affairs in case the form 6ers and sing chia poh ppl dunno) but sadly everyone has classses.. okok.. go on cheng wei, ur cue to insult me.. zzz.. wat else is knew.. eh u know wat cw, there were ppl talking about u today.. i heard she-who-must-not-be-named describing u to other adp students. not from our school. o.O interesting hor?? plus, i happen to hear wat they were talking about (DUH!)

omg.. im talking shit here.. aiyah, it's specially to entertain ppl like chid and hs wan.. wheeeeeeeeeeee! i doubt ps and grace and everyone else so free..

ADD COMMENTS!!!

o.Oa

2006-01-19T14:50:00.000+08:00

hello.

*looks left, looks right*

this place is dieded =(

Talk about a racist joke....

2006-01-16T22:22:00.000+08:00

Hot on the heels of the success of the Proton (National Car) project
>> and the conquest of Mount Everest, Mahathir decided to mount the
>> mother of all challenges - to send Malaysians to the sun. In true JFK
>> style, he announced that Malaysia will send some buminauts to the sun
>> by the year 2020.
>>
>> All Malaysians will duly impressed with their far-sighted and
>> ambitious Great and Beloved leader. All except one. A little boy,
>> who was ignorant and naive, innocently asked "Datuk Seri, but won't
>> our Buminauts be fried like goreng pisang long before they reach the
>> sun?"
>>
>> "Not to worry", intoned the Supreme Leader, "we will only approach the
>> sun during the night."
>>
>> And so the mother of all challenge was on. First, to manufacture a
>> Made-in-Malaysia rocket - the Proton Challenger. It was completed in
>> the year 2018. The next challenge was to select
>> the first Malaysian Buminaut to be shot into space. There were three
>> worthy candidates shortlisted, consisting of an Indian, a Malay and a
>> Chinese.
>>
>> The Indian candidate has an impressive CV and the Paramount Leader was
>> impressed and so he asked how much is his fee for undertaking this
>> mission. The Indian wanted RM1 million. The
>> Supreme Leader was astonished, "why so much?", he asked. "Venerated
>> Leader, you see, I have a wife and four kids and if I die in the
>> mission, they have to be well-taken care of." The Revered Leader
>> thought that was a reasonable sum for the high risks.
>>
>> The Malay candidate was even more impressive and the Beloved Leader
>> was duly impressed. However, he wanted to know why his fees was so
>> high at RM2 million. "Doctor, you see, I have two wives and eight
>> kids, and should I die in the mission, at least they will be taken
>> care of." Doctor M was convinced that it was a good deal.
>>
>> Then it was the Chinese Buminaut's turn. He was a bachelor but wanted
>> RM3 million for the job. When questioned, he replied "Datuk, you see,
>> the first million is for me, the second million is for you and with
>> the third million, we can send the Indian to the sun."

My steadyyyy life =)

2006-01-14T21:03:00.001+08:00

Jang Jang Jang...Devman in the house!! (always wanted to say that) Anyway, just thought of updating you guys about my life, especially...wait for it....MY EMPLOYED LIFE!! Woohoo! Yeah man...you heard right, I have ceased farming grapes. Sigh. I'm gonna miss being a bum. Oh well. There's a lot of years left for bumming =)

Where do I start. Hmm.. Ok well to put it short and nutty (yes, like Pui Shen =D)heres a bunch of what I did during my grapejuice-industry-enhancing agricultural activities (theres only so many times you can say the phrase 'grape farming' OK).

Well..basically I devoted a lot of time to sleeping and eating. No, really. (Not like you had any problems believing that =D) Till the 30th of December...I was sleeping at around 1-3a.m. and waking at about 12-2p.m. There was that time where I pulled off a 3-to-3...anywayy.....Since the new year..I professed to sleep at average 8 hours a day. Thankfully, I'm sticking to it (so far).Guess I'll skip the boring stuff and go on to the less-boring-stuff =)

Hmmm...I played bowling! Or at least attempted to. And got my rear-end roundly kicked in the process. Jia Wen is a meanie. Oh well. The lanes were slanted,I tell you =D Hmmm...what else...oh yeah I watched a couple of movies..namely King Kong and Wallace & Grommit. King Kong was okay...haha but Wallace and Grommit rocked!! And watching it with the right people helps =) Ohh mann...the "Whats up, dog?" was a classic....

Besides that...hmm...oh yeah...I dyed my hair. Guess you probably would have noticed anyway..haha...oh yeah..btw I did it twice!! Too bad I couldn't find pink the first time around. But the 'Passion Red' worked pretty well anyway =D The second time was to cover up the orange hair...which by the way resulted in a few carrotty jokes =) Anyway...at least I've achieved one of those things that I plan to achieve by the day I die. I ain't dying thinking "Wonder what my hair would look like if it were red.." and although metallic blue tempted me tantalizingly for a few moments...sanity prevailed and I got a brownish-reddish-purplish (at first) second dye-job (or whatever you call it). Thats one more tick in the life planner...

Ah yes. How could I forget. I almost died last week. It's See Weng's fault, I tell you. He and his cacat bike. Anyway...I was going down one of Jalan Athinappan's pretty (ok, very) steep hills on See Weng's bike...after a visit to Pohky...when I made quite a dumb mistake. I turned back to reply him (we were talking) and inadvertedly steered the bike into a direction going straight for a red car (parked, of course). Haha...turning back around to see the car not too far in front was quite funny actually...I had one of those "Uh-oh" moments. Anyways, to cut a story short..I just blindly turned the handlebars away from the car and..u know the rest =)At least no car damage to pay OK! See Weng's bike looked cool though =) Anyway I escaped with not-too-bad injurys...torn palms and shoulder...sprained thumb (trouble SMS-ing)...can la can la. I'll survive. Haha...lessons are better learnt by pain anyway =)

Forgive the longness of this..but I'm bored. And Man U getting their butts served on a plate...so not much choice but rant huh? Anyway...to my JOB!! WOOOHOO!! I love it!!! Thanks man Nesty...=) Anyway..I'm a (I-dunno-what-it's-called-but-I'll-find-out-soon =D) at Taman Megah Medical Centre! (think: futsal) Basically what I do is register new patients la..name address doctor, stuff like that..mostly computer work. Kinda like data entry actually. And it rocks!! (By the way all this typing is helping me practise for work =D) The hours are 8.30 a.m. - 5.30 p.m on weekdays and 8.30a.m. - 1.00p.m. on Saturdays...and the pays pretty good too =) Its so so cool working in a medical environment...white coats and all...and the staff are friendly people too. And I get to check out all the different personalities of patients...and mind you some of them aren't all that patient =D (sorry sorry couldn't resist) Oh yeah...and never ever take nice handwriting for granted...haha...but anyhow I love it. =)

Running low on bullshit..It's been a while.. *stares into space in reminiscense* I think the only thing I'm not so happy about getting a job is that it takes away my free schedule...therefore meeting up with you guys for anything is a bit tough =( In the sense that before this..haha I could meet you any place anytime for anything...ah well. Sorry Jia Wen cannot teman on Thurdays =( Sorry Han cannot teman on..er any weekday we feel random =( Sorry anyone else la in short. Not to worry though...I'm still dead free on Sundays and nights =) So you know what to do....

I think I better stop blogging here before my com crashes and I start cursing. Phew that was long. Have fun...miss you guys and girls lots...keep in touch and see you soon =)

~Satchid~

PS: You rock!
PS 2: Go to www.google.com...its cool!
X-BOX: Sorry this is so long =)

CNY Holiday

2006-01-14T10:13:00.000+08:00

hello!

i'll be leaving for malaysia on the 28th at 9am, no idea what time i'll reach = traffic jam etc. anyway, i'll be there from the 28th to the 31st..yes short time too cuz the school principal dun allow us to extend our leave application. those grape planters please please go plan something k?=)

i can feel the kekiasuan here oredi, hostel mates are mugging like shit. damn scary. sigh, mebbe i will be nerd soon also. damn sad.

ciao 1st, breakfast!

graceyy

Alright, I'm posting, I'm posting

2006-01-14T00:40:00.000+08:00

Greetings from (as cherhao so eloquently put it) the land of grape planting. Planting grapes have been boring as hell so far. I've been spending all my time online, on www.neopets.com, blogging, and chatting. Whee~ So, nothing new to report, i just hear of my friends every once in awhile. I think it's safe to say that im the communications officer round here. Just soaking up the gossip. =)

So... only thing of actual, interesting, juicy gossip i love to spread is the fact that norsham's completely ruining our school. So far i've heard that she tried to influence a malay student to quit Interact coz it's a "christian club", tat she banned CF, tat she enforced koko on WEDNESDAYS onli, no kidding, no camping at the padang, no MARCHING at the padang - all at the tapak (I personally want to come back to see this one - 12 teams, 30 students each all marching in that 30 or so square feet).

Cherhao msged me, he'll be coming back on the 27th till the 31st - i know, very short visit. That so sucks. So, how about a get together? steamboat party or something? I know of a certain restaurant... called... "talipon"... *wink wink*

So, anything else? And i'd appreciate it if jiawen will leave a picture of that so called "striped shirt guy" as i am personally into stripes and i want to see his shirt =) oh, and since im dead bored at home, gauge his attractiveness as well.

See u guys at kiara sunday =)

lots of love,
hashie.

ps: planting grapes = meng-anggur

Get together

2006-01-13T18:31:00.001+08:00

There'll be a get-together of belianers this sun at kiara park at 6pm. Do try to come... we'll catch up with news and gossip abt those who don't turn up.

Btw, those who want to come earlier a bit and play futsal there first, contact me and wear proper attire.

Becker

(yes, B-E-C-K-E-R)

Comment on reminder

2006-01-13T18:31:00.000+08:00

In future, 'Dr House' would like to be reffered to as Dr Becker, if there is want for ANOTHER nickname than tomithy. And btw, I'm mean to everybody. Just that guys don't get offended that easily (case in point of girls being more sensitive: all girls).

Dr Becker

reminder

2006-01-13T16:06:00.000+08:00

Just a short note here: pls pls pls remember to sign off with your name at the end of a post, coz everyone who posts is only known as "belianer". So unless you are as um, individualistic as Dr House, kindly remember to sign off!

p.s. Dr House, you are a freaking free coll student. I SO want your time. The poem rawks tho it's a little long (duh, biggest class in form 5s eh)...maybe you should write one about our dear teachers :) Btw i think you're mean to the guys i.e. Ray!! Knowing you, probably venting your trademark sarcasm on them since you're too scared to insult the girls..

P.S. the apparently "successful and capable nut" wheeee!!!

POST, PEOPLE, POST!

Update on my bee-yoo-ti-ful coll life

2006-01-13T15:46:00.000+08:00

Hey guys, great to see that this blog isn't matified yet. Though I wish more people would post..i know la you guys are busy and all but hello, it doesn't take very much of effort nor time to update us about your lives at least once a month or something right? besides if you have time to eat...and sleep...i'm sure you have time for friends :) Oh wait, how silly of me...people who don't post wouldn't read this :P

anyway just wanted to take a leaf out of jw's book and start ranting about college. (i can't complain in my blog lest my coll mates discover it, you see :) ) my timetable rocks compared to a few sordid, sorry souls @ tolong university coll :P..haha no la, pretty light but a LOT of self study to do. I have a break everyday at 12-12.55 (tho i'm pretty much one of the only ones who do, coz most ppl do Law and I don't)...but i spend a lot of time in the library/the web/food stalls waiting for my seniors to finish...for those of you who know them, sarah wong & huei huei are my lifesavers in terms of transport! I had a harrowing experience with the bus on the first day (orientation)..bloody bus was blocking the road for 20 minutes, then bloody bus driver orders ppl from tmn tun/bu to change bus..crap man, i took like 2 hours to get home!

Classes are mostly alright though i haven't started LAN and serious lectures for thinking skills. non-taylorians wouldn't know what the latter is; well it's another one of pui shen's boring artsy subjects with lots and lots of argumentative writing/problem-solving questions. Something like law olympiad but much deeper...it's compulsory for all taylorians. Lit class rocks but it's a hell lot of work..couple of my classmates ciplaked stuff from the Net coz it's NOT a spoonfeeding class where we get notes and all - the teacher just prompts us with minimal guidance. She fired those Net-copying people for doing that btw :) I'm keenly interested in econs for the moment tho i'm seeing stars...anyone other econs ppl wanna share on the subject? Socio's my worst subj right now..i'm getting uneasy about it coz it's a hell lot of reading and cross-referencing just like the others, but somehow the SO NOT inspiring lecturer is putting me off. oh well.

Crap, i exceeded my word quota...sorry ppl, you know i like to rant :) um there aren't any ppl from DU in my classes at all...instead, i have a lot of funny acquaintances. I say funny coz i got to know them thru very odd means: there's leonard,a BRAT from Swak; En Li, my ex-ballet classmate and tuition classmate who i haven't spoken to since er 8 yrs old; Rathi, a girl i saw at the 2003 public speaking competition which joo ken won and suk yein, a student of my ex-literature teacher. *shrugs* other people who are worth a mention are my international classmates - Hsin Yi(taiwan) and emily (england) fr Garden International Sch. I thought they looked really bitchy on the first day :P and a couple of us like gossiping about them, but they're pretty okay really. And the pure science spirit is alive and kicking in my class; i just got freaked out by this guy, marcus fr Sri KL coz he pressed me to collaborate with him on a Socio assignment so that we could finish it in a day instead of a week. Sheesh. Nerds la i tell you!!

Okay i sense i'm getting a bit too long winded here...got inspired by jw mah :P Toodly-do and take care!

PS

2006-01-12T19:58:00.000+08:00

Apparently, certain parties don't appreciate my effort of writing a verse for them. So, to be fair, if anybody else besides this self-conscious preen does not like the verse I wrote about them, notify me. I will only change it if there are a few requests, otherwise, I'm too lazy. Or better still, leave me alone and get some other person to rewrite the verse. Nothing's stopping you...

my(jia wen) college life.. (contd.)

2006-01-11T16:13:00.000+08:00

uhh.. i don't know how to add comments to my previuos post.! =P so, here is the continuation..

yay!!! hahaah! all the french guys were in MY group.. bezè!! that's a word, btw.. gosh! one of them's name so hard to pronounce! u kinda like, have to have an indian tongue to pronounce it u know.. arrrrnold.. the other one, martin(ray, u should know eh? =P ).. well, not to mention that striped cutie.. but now not so cute ledi lah.. dunno why.. new target! woohooo!

my(jia wen) college life.

2006-01-10T16:51:00.000+08:00

okie dokie! for u ppl who are so nice to take an interest in MY college life, i thank u!! =P hehe.. ok.. so here goes..

of course, i shall start of by talking bout the hotties(i know.. i know.. very surprising to hear of them located within a 10 km radius lagi-lagi HERE right) in HELP!! anyways, yes. there is quite a lot of hotties.. let's see.. there's this guy who always like to wear striped shirts.. i think he's cute but dyan say ok ok only.. =/ hahah.. see who u trust lor! and then, there's this french guy.. shu wei says look a bit like some terrorist from the side(which i agree) but then again, he's HOT! really.. then.. there's this.. aiyah! ok la.. two enuff la.. after u guys fall asleep.. hehe..

next, friends.. considering how friendly(don't u dare laugh cheng wei!)i am, i got quite a number of friends la.. one girl who transferred from aussie.. damn friendly and also likes to kap chai(see we share a similar interest).. then got this guy, taken ledi wan.. a'way, not my type cuz he's about shu wei's height only!! and not to forget, i know the striped hottie! yay! haih.. this guy also hangs out with none other than.. chan wai mun.. for those of u who are pretty close to me, u should noe why i "haih..". ok la, no talking bout any sad things.. =P i sound so.. nuffink!

next will be my classes.. well, so far i've only gone for two.. freshman english and intro to business.. BOTH the classes got NO leng chai! but good also la kay! so english was ok.. but the woman.. i mean lecturer said that we had to do individual presentation! i hate them!! noooooooo!!! no need to snigger cheng wei cuz i know i talk shit a lot.. but i suck at presentations.. ok.. business class was pretty fun.. my lecturer is gay! that's sooo cool! =_=" wooohoo! and guess what??? i finished my research paper due on feb 16th!! and it was like, 6 pages long! all in size 12 font i think.. so unlike jia wen hor???

anyweiz, im going blind typing in the dark.. lazee on lights mar.. so that's all for now!! any comments, feel free.. =)))))

An Ode To Belian

2006-01-09T21:19:00.000+08:00

I was very free.

I wonder what most people have to say,
If asked about the Belian of yesterday;
Teachers and students, friend and foe,
Actually, I think I already know...

They'd say we were an arrogant lot,
Humble and quiet? Oh hell we're not;
Whatever character that you could dream,
Could be found in Belian, it would seem.

Though just two years it has been,
Our Belian class was the worst one seen;
From nerds to jackasses, weirdos to geeks,
Our class was made out of collective freaks.

I doubt we got on well at all,
With DU's faculty, big or small;
We've pissed off teachers like Pn Anne,
And in Datin we sure didn't make a friend.

Other students seemed to hate,
How we always seemed to defy fate;
Half the talent and power in the school,
Was in 5 Belian... damn that's cool.

Sigh... how do you describe such an eclectic batch?
Well, I guess you do it starting from scratch;
I want to write something just for fun,
About each Belianer; yes, every one.

Yi Ping was the most hardworking one,
Any homework or project, she'd have done;
Yet a cheerful soul, and pretty too,
Probably 'cuz lengthwise, she never grew...

Quiet mostly, but not shy was she,
Was the silently studious Leong Chai Yee;
That she's a quiet librarian, is a fact most know,
But I heard she has a boyfriend, though...

A uniquely eccentric figure, Pui Shen cut,
Yet a very successful and capable nut;
Somewhat high-class, I need to say;
Though she's not 'high' in any literal way...

Melissa Ng is demure and sweet,
Probably the cutest Belianer you could meet;
She is as gentle in character as her looks,
Lucky for me she's the one collecting Add Math books...

Sonia is the only Belian Indian girl,
And the most misguided Arsenal fan in the world;
Though she too may look as sweet as can be,
It's a facade hiding a true cili padi.

Wen Ming is quiet too, but strangely she,
Is supposedly insane, though not as far as I can see;
Who cares as long as she's not killed someone yet?
Though she'll kill the one who edited her braces out, I bet...

Wen Xin I've not heard speak for two whole years,
But probably the most well-read among her peers;
So quiet was she, that two hours were once spent,
Looking for her, thinking somewhere she went.

Alex can only be described to be a bum,
A lazy carefree bastard, and then some;
But in basketball, he could be king,
That is, when he's not spending time with his Jing Ting...

Yi Jiet is the baby of the class,
Someone who can be quite funny when not spaz;
A smooth operator; many girls he's paged,
Too bad the line always seems engaged...

Lit Rong can also be described as demure,
Whether his skinny frame is masculine, I'm not sure;
But a good friend to have; reliable, if you will;
And despite his size, has some football skill.

Sigh... now I have to write of Satchid Dev,
Can always be counted on to rant and rave;
Larger than life, and lived it to the full,
But has an unfortunate tendency to speak loads of bull.

Ian Han is the class gentleman,
Perennial nice guy, polite as you can;
Bit on the short side, as he’s always been,
Who cares? If that’s what has landed him Kai Xin….

Ernest is the foul-mouthed punk,
The cool one in class, though definitely no hunk;
You got to admire a pipsqueak who,
Keeps with the trends, but is a nice guy too.

Cher Hao can best be described as a computer geek,
Too bad his physical person is freaking weak;
Up to today, I can't rightly recall,
How he dislocated his arm punching a soft football.

Ray Mun the KP is most well-known,
His abilities and general 'goodiness' is clearly shown;
Always tries his best, the boring goody-two-shoes,
Why can't he do something fun at all like drink some booze?

Dyan could be the fairest of them all,
But with great smarts too, yet with looks like a doll;
Though quite the heartbreaker, I'm sure you won't find,
A pleasanter girl, both sweet and kind.

Grace is the top information stop,
With power and charisma, she's at the top.
Undeniably the de facto boss running the show,
Everything that happens, she's sure to know.

If you love loud noise, you must learn,
About this girl in class called Tan Jia Wen;
She can cling too tightly sometimes, annoying if you wish,
Depends how you see it, for it's friends she'll cherish.

Have I mentioned Er Hun Yee?
She's quite helpful and lovely, you will see;
Though a bit befuddled and naive you might think her,
But she's been the Troop Leader and Mag Editor.

The feared Yong Jing is one to behold,
Determined and stern, that's what I'm told.
But beneath the icy exterior and baleful glare,
I believe is a soul, who loves and cares.

Evelyn has the best brains of the class,
A guaranteed distinction, and not a mere pass;
Though she scares easily, and is flighty as can be,
Yet there’s so much more to her than what we all see.

Abel prides himself on being a dare,
Rushing headlong into stunts without a care;
Always proving to others he has neither fear nor shame,
And if not those two, then to show he’s lame.

The perenially cheerful Chia Han Sheng,
Is full of talent, though he really can’t sing;
As close to normal you could get in our class;
Who goes to show that nice guys finish last.

Forgetful he is, but forgettable he's not
His smiles light up the class, a lot!
Never is there a dull day when Guang Yu's in
His heart is as big as his writing, i think!
*Note: this verse written by Han Sheng

Cheng Wei is always so morbid and grim,
Ever ready to insult all those around him;
A sarcastic jerk and arrogant slacker,
The worst blend of Higgins, the Phantom, and Dr Becker.

I’m trying not to write a single verse,
Of Suueeling, for it’d make it worse;
I must admit I can’t tell them apart,
Those two who I’m sure share one heart.

You might wonder just how in synch they are,
Can two different people really be so on par?
Well, you can disbelieve me, but I’m willing to bet,
Charades is not a game you can challenge them at.

If you were to ask me about Loo Shu Wei,
That she's a most talented actress, I'd have to say;
A gifted talent, and quite pretty really,
All that Ronaldinho nonsense was just me being silly.

Farah must be the class perfectionist,
Always trying to better all that she is;
Striving to be better, with all she has,
No wonder she’s president of the PRS.

Haidar Ayumi can be said to be shy,
Never heard a word from her; I dunno why;
Quick to laugh, but always slow to speak,
But was it ever a sin to be orally meek?

Nabilah I heard was extremely friendly,
And I also heard her hair’s damn curly;
Never to be seen without a smile in sight,
Must be how she got a boyfriend, right?

Hafizah is ambitious, and determined too,
And scolds prefects I heard, regardless who;
A fiery person, she’s rumoured to be,
What’s that Han Sheng said? Kecil cili padi?

People seem to think that David is cool,
Though if asked to speak a sentence, he’d prove a fool;
A champion athlete, I can’t deny,
Yet when he’s in SF, we always die…

Weng Yu is enigmatic, without a doubt,
Studies and thinking, are what he’s about;
Big-sized fella, but has a soft voice,
But hey, nobody ever liked someone who just made noise…

Liang Shen is a model, did you ever know?
He was in a Parkson leaflet with his ass on show;
Can be an irritating fella, sometimes bitter and dour,
Sticking scissors in a socket was NOT his finest hour…

Adam too is crazy about tech,
So he’s into computers… what the heck;
Disturbingly though, he’s mentioned lives,
He’s wished to end, with .45’s.

Ras may seem awkward at times,
I don’t know what else to say, ‘cuz nothing rhymes;
They make some jokes over his specs and pants,
Whatever will they say if they saw him dance?

Foo everyone knows as the overseas student,
And for sleeping in Add Maths, but then who wouldn’t?
A decent defender, but his cheapness none bested,
Bugger off you Aussie, and get rearrested.

Leading the gang is the fearsome Boon,
Though unlikely he’ll kill anytime soon;
Quiet friendly at times, though a sick little chap,
A very good student, though his handwriting’s crap.

I hope I’ve not forgotten anyone,
It’d be a shame after all I’ve done;
The year of Belian is one to behold,
If for no better excuse than WE BROKE THE MOULD!!!

life after smdu! =)

2006-01-09T13:50:00.000+08:00

haha since all of are out of school already...wouldnt hurt to give an update on wat we're all doing rite now...although some of you probably already know wat most of your friends are doing (e.g. studying@taylors/work/asean)....but...as i said..wouldnt hurt rite? =D ahah

okokok i'll start the ball rolling.

1. lit rong - studying A-levels @ HELP. oklaaaaaaaaaa put subjects aso la lol. doing double maths, chem and physics... =)
2. pui shen - studying A-levels @ taylors. put la subjects! econs, sociology, eng lit, math.
3. hashie (hansheng) - rotting at home while bumming and waiting for Form6/results. I'll be doing mandarin classes, putting in extra hours at www.neopets.com, learning to drive, finishing up class movie...and yeah. that's about it =( have plans for charity service but with satchid hung up on a job, i've got no one but my sister to hang out with. how sad is that...
4. CW has started A-levels at HELP as well. 3 sciences and one math. So far, CW is not amused. He has been cursed with an absolutely abominable specimen of a Chinese-educated English-Language disabled math lecturer who has the likability and English proficiency of a decidedly disgusting rodent. CW is in stable condition as yet, if CW's friends Jeffrey and Ching Ching, and now Jason and Wai Wai, would kindly stop the malicious and untrue rumours of his alleged romantic involvement with a girl named Charmaine.
5. Satchid on the other hand...is pretty amused about Charmaine and CW's sordid affair. He's studying hard, as usual.. (just about 4 hours a day)to make it far in life. He is also under great stress...causing his hair color to vary indefinately. By the way he's waiting for STPM too =)What a nerd. And don't worry han...I don't think he's getting employed in the near future...could be something to do with the hair =)So he can still get jiggy!! By the way, if anyone has time to kill just call him...he's free-er than Free Willy nowadays. That is...when he's not studying of course.
6. grace on the OTHER other hand is here in lionland with yi jiet and yi ping and cher hao and chongxian and jye yee =) anyway..CW/satchid!i want a full-length report on that girl named charmaine, whoever she may be. damn sadlar, here no gossip u know.. my junior college, sadly is a mugger's college. well i'm in the library now and i see my classmate studying. only the 3 guys at the table next to me are snoring away..as in RLY RLY snoring! i'm taking physics, chemistry, economics, math, general paper, malay, project work, civics, physical education and CCA. i got math class in 15 mins:( slept for an hour just now after general paper lecture. anyhow, interesting college stories. where's my other belianers? :( blek, gotta run!

p/s just in case.......dont dunnit to post another topic...just edit this and add your name...dunnit add your fren's name la...so we can see who actually visits this page =)

Hello, love(s)

2006-01-09T13:27:00.000+08:00

hello! good to hear from you, ian. and you too, jia wen. i'm currently at my JUNIOR COLLEGE's library, and internet here is free =) i just had my physics and chemistry lectures(more like introduction) this morning and it was okay la. didnt even touch much on studies. we have this SPA(school-based practical assessment or something) and it's like paper 3!(singaporeans never do such things apparently. we untung la, wahaha) anyway my next class is at 2.45pm, economics. then its time to go home (it costs $1.16 on MRT and 15 minutes of walking in total)

well now, yi jiet is doing 5 subjects : triple science, math and econs. yi ping is doing math,chem,bio and econs. i am doing math,chem,phy and econs(i applied for malay lit but they dint gimme. oh well.) according to my physics lecturer, mr chan, if you take triple science then u can say byebye to ur social life. anyway now i can see yi ping and yi jiet and 2 other ppl sitting at a table and they are reading chemistry books la :( super nerd can! haha dun kill me yp and yj! mr chan is like cik liang. he speaks super loud and super fast. but he insults A LOT. funny at times, scary most of the time.

i feel like i'm typing an email but oh well it doesnt matter does it? cw complained that he has to wake up at 6.15am and we here have to wake up at like 5.30am?(sometimes i wake up at 5.15am. kiasu oredi..need to fight for toilet) bus leaves the hostel at 6.30am, reaches at 6.45am, and assembly starts at 7.30am. so basically we go to school early and rot away 45 minutes of good sleep. then they sing the singapore anthem(quite nice to sing also, i learnt it by hearing to the music - it is VERY clear cuz no one really sings:) ) and the pledge(we still want to baca our ikrar). lessons start at 7.45am, depending on your time. we HAVE to take at least one CCA(co-curricular activity) and i dunno what to take lar. interact here is like shit(really ps, it sucks.)

okay, i think i shall rewind back a bit and tell whoever's reading about orientation. our orientation lasted for 4 days. day 1, we had subject talks in the morning and games in the afternoon and evening. basically we are divided into 6 main groups, with 6 sub-groups each main group. so everyday, you play station games(some really fun ones, never play before in malaysia) to earn points, and at the end of the orientation, they accumulate points earned by each sub-group in a main group and the main group with the most points wins! we learnt new dances(really nice ones) and a lot a lot a lot of cheers. quite fun la if your mind get drifted away. everyone seemed to enjoy it cuz they are 1 yr younger. damn sad..i feel so old (for the first time). on the 4th day, we had campfire(similar to scouts' in a way). orientation ended quite late everyday, till about 6pm except the last day - 9pm. glad that lessons are about to start now...if orientation lasted for a month, i'll balik malaysia je la..

anyway, we have study time everyday from sunday to thursday. and roll calls too. the hostel female staffs are quite bitchy, well i got screwed from a few of them so yeah. study time is from 8pm to 9.15pm and youre supposed to read/do hw or anything about studying at that time. yesterday was my 1st time doing study time(cuz i pontenged the 1st). i tried reading kamus dewan. then i read my college's handbook with about 50pages for 1.5 hours!=) today got study time again, sigh. think i shall read the newspaper. dont even know whats going on in the world already, hahaha. (btw whats new in malaysia? ghafar baba macam mana?) [btw i miss malay language]

i got pn mimi's address but she's staying friggin far from us. its like the other end of the island! we havent visited her yet, someday la. i'll tell her you all said hi (even if you all no reply me). i've only met cher once so far in sg cuz we all quite malas nak keluar(yiping and i) because of rain. it was raining for like 15 hours straight ler.

hmm, apa lagi.. i heard stories about all your colleges, though not from everyone but at least i have a brief idea on how your colleges are like. students here chiang hua yu(speak mandarin) a lot. super CEG. the only place we get to insult singaporeans and indian scholars are in the hostel. speak malay when we insult them, wahahha. sheesh, just now 2 singaporeans just asked me in mandarin how to use comp here -_- i feel lalaified. sedihnya beta..

okayla, hampir pukul dua. i better stop blogging 1st nanti cannot send in i cry. btw we got a damn funny friend here from pahang and he's going back to malaysia today ledi. he got petronas scholarship to do petroleum engineering at aussie! so he's going back to do SAM at kdu. and apparently he has a 10 year bond with petronas o.O

kk thats all. muacks muacks from lionland! rawr! =) (i have to be LaLaZ okay! -_-)

This is so cool....

2006-01-09T01:15:00.000+08:00

I think it's like mega cool that we have a blog like this...woohoo!! (sorry a bit high from lack of sleep) Hows everyone doing? Can't wait for hannie's movie...gonna be mega de duper cool =) Oh ya han if you need delivering help...you know who to call ya? And by the way on a side note...lets all keep in touch ok? Please? Let's not die off?

Please?

There. I knew you'd agree =)

I'm talking to myself...hmm....not good...better get my 8 hours of sleep..(read: 8)...ciaoooooo!!

~Satchid~

jia wen

2006-01-09T00:37:00.000+08:00

jia wen is bored. this is the first time jia wen tries to blog. so forgive jia wen for her ignorance. thanks u thanks u. wheeeeeeee!

Belianology : Coming Soon

2006-01-08T22:24:00.000+08:00

Hello people, this is the official poster, designed by yuhhui =) The movie will be out soon, HOPEFULLY i will try and get it out during CNY, so tat the ASEAN ppl can watch it together too.

I've had to change a lot of concepts/ideas that i've had for the movie. I wanted it to be like a confession first, but soon that idea died a lonely death when i didnt have time to complete the interviews. So, it will take on a more documentary-ish tone, something like "A day in the life of Belian".

Er, wish me luck. That's all for now =)

~hansheng

welcome 06

2006-01-08T20:34:00.000+08:00

hey all,
Since i almost never use msn i figure i might as well make a post. I'm having to start over all again in sunway because of the almost non-existent du population there. Anyways i'm very thankful for my time in a really really fun (or you could call it crazy) class. How's everyone else doing?

-ian

welcome

2006-01-07T21:52:00.000+08:00

belian 2005.

will smdu ever be terrorized by such a class ever again?

lol. we had the studious ppl who made belian seem like a top class. the loud, wacky ones who made it seem like a teacher's worst nightmare. the in-betweens who just enjoyed the havoc. the KP (and the Taekwondo pres). ten greenies. the 73rd TL (and ex-Editor). the Interact Pres (and ex-Prom comm chairperson, and SLAD vp, and official moneylender..oops) Like, half of the Interact BOD. Couple of BODs from Leo.The PRS prez.Couple of librarian bigshots.a badminton hotshot. The swim team (lol). heck, we had reps in almost every club, from persatuan sains to muzik & koir.

Looking back, it's no wonder people hated us huh?

haha...anyway, hope you guys will post here frequently. IF you want to keep in touch with your belian friends, that is. If not...I'll just delete it.

I haven't even started a levels in taylors, yet i can safely say nothing will beat the belian experience :)

-pui shen-