Outing

February 19, 2010

It was Friday. My mother and sister decided to watch a movie---Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief. I had no interest in watching a movie, so my father only bought two tickets for them.

And it wasn't cheap. It cost RM9 per entry.

My father booked the tickets online, and then went to Sunway Carnival to collect the tickets.The seat position was satisfactory, not in the centre of the hall, but at the centre of the rows.

We had lunch at the food court. I didn't know there was a food court in Sunway Carnival. I ordered Tomyam Fried Rice (I'm an avid fan of tomyam), and I had to say, I was peculiarly disappointed because the price was way too expensive. And the food were not enough to fill my stomach.

My mother and my sister then went into the cinema, and my father and I continued idling around, killing some time.

Two hours later my mother and sister walked out from the cinema hall, and we waited them at Popular like statues positioned there.

Then my sister told me I should have watched the movie. She told me how interesting the show was, gesticulating like there were flies bugging her.

But I knew she was actually attracted by the actor who played the eponymous character.

Although it was Friday, the traffic wasn't smooth and was always congested. Sunway was choked full with people, but my father realised they were not carrying any bags.

Then I knew, the reason they went to Sunway was the same as mine------The weather was just too hot to bear and we went to a shopping complex equipped with air-conditioner. Since it was free, why shouldn't we enjoy it? haha

Lion Dance

18 February 2010--It was Thursday. I got up from my bed, dazed, groping to get my spectacles. I stretched my legs, and noticed my legs weren't that weak after all. I stumbled down the stairs, sat on chairs, watched the cloak ticked while munching on the biscuits.

"Thursday morning, 8am, at my house. You are invited. Are you interested to come?" The sentence reverberated in my head. I had forgotten to give him a confirmation. I waited anxiously, sms-ing with my friends to get the exact time. Then it hit me, I hadn't been wrong at all.

I called him, confirmed I was going, and went to toilet to brush my teeth.

I changed a shirt. I wasn't sure if I should be doing that. I knew I would sweat much, but I just couldn't pick which shirt to wear. I grabbed one and changed, and headed down to go to his house.

I arrived his house, quite early. 15 minutes ago, Chee Yee told me he was on his way to Yiet Hean's house. But turn out, I was ahead of him. I arrived earlier than him. =='''

The One Fm crew were supposed to be there at 8.00am, but they were cocky. They considered themselves as VIP, and punctuality was not defined in VIP dictionary.

We waited, chit-chat, sweated quite a lot. Yiet Hean's benevolent mother gave us breakfast, and although I had taken mine, I still ate them. We waited for about 1 hour (or maybe "wasted" is a more precise term). Then there they came, in 5 cars.

They were invited to perform lion dance. I had to admit, I hate lion dance. The performance was nothing but waste of time, the cacophony of drums and whatever-that-things-was-called was earsplitting. And I DETEST THAT!! A LOT!!

After that, they had photographs with the One FM crew. I scarpered, because I didn't know who they were. I didn't enjoy photographing with people I didn't know. I scarpered, but my friends took theirs.

Then Yiet Hean's father and an Australian decided to give a try on lion dance. The One Fm crew played the musics, and they did the lion dance. I had to say, kangaroo-style lion dance wasn't a smart decision, but a creative one. xD

Then they left, and I got to hold YH's dogs. The dogs were cute, but naughty. They liked to squeeze themselves out from the cages, although some of them failed to do so. A particular white dog loved to do it the most, and YH and his sister were dreadfully exasperated. Without sympathy, they took a tree branch and began swinging (not cruelly, and no blood seen though). Pity~~but dogs needed lessons too!!

Anyway, after that, the throng began to disperse. Me, Chee Yee and Hong Chyng went into YH's house and talked for a few minutes. CY then had a stomach ache. And although I knew stomach ache wasn't an infection, I was somehow infected and began to feel the pain. Ooch!!!

About 11.00am, my mother arrived there. I bid goodbye to all of them, and sat in my mother's car to go back home.

CNY Celebration (Day 2)

Pictures will be posted later. So if you want to see them, please wait patiently. Your patience is much appreciated.



Day 2. I woke up quite early. As I said earlier, I was sharing the room with my uncle, who snored so loudly I had almost tried to flee. But yet, I endured it and slept soundly for only a few hours. I looked at my watch, it was around 8am. I got up, brushed my teeth, and had my breakfast. Most of my cousins were still sleeping. They stayed out late till night, I remembered I saw some of them still facing the computer around 2am.

Then I "borrowed" my cousin's laptop to surf the net.

Then my cousins began to wake up. It was around 10.30am, some 11.30am. They got up, and without eating breakfast, we went to have lunch. I guess that was how the term "brunch" was coined.

Anyway we did nothing much on the second day. We went to my mother's aunt's house. I didn't know the details. Their relationships were extremely complicated. The family tree was so old and tall and highly branched, and I couldn't tell which was which.

My mother's aunt's house (I'm calling her A after this) had a beautiful lawn, but due to the blazing hot sun we didn't stay in the lawn. Instead, we went into the house to banter. Then we had lunch - laksa and pulut rice with curry.

Then we switched on the tv. We turned to AXN, and watched CSI: Crime Scene Investigation and So You Think You Can Dance for 3 hours.

And after that, we left. No angpaus received, sadly.

Then we went to my mother's uncle's house (I'm calling him B after this). He also had a lawn, but to me I liked his most because trees were planted in the yard, and therefore made the house shady.

We entered the house and were greeted by our cousins. I was told that that house was where my mother and her siblings spent their childhood. The building was old, but not rotten.

Then after that, we left to go back to our own house. I was so eager to get back to my house because I had to sweat for the whole day. The weather was killing me. It was boiling in the house, outside the house, almost everywhere, and I hated it so much!!

Anyway, we bid goodbye to our cousins, and began our journey back to our house.

And I reached my house around evening, safe and sound.

CNY Celebration (Day 1)

OK. Pictures will not be posted now. I'll post in later, here in this post. So if you want to see some, please wait patiently. Thanks



Day 1. We began our journey on 11.00am. My father didn't join us, he wasn't someone fond of travelling, not to mention visiting. I'm not casting aspersions upon him here. So...

First we went to Penang and prayed my grandparents. I had forgotten what the place called, but it was the place where one of the Chung Ling's victim ashes were put. I remembered I tried looking for it, but failed to find one. It was hot, the weather was so hot and I sweat so much, almost dehydrated.

My cousins.

I met my cousins there. I wasn't very close to them, due to the age difference. My eldest cousin was 11 years older than me. When I was mature enough to talk to them, they had gone to universities and I barely had a chance to talk to them. Few cousins of mine were Singaporeans, now living in China due to something I didn't want to talk about here. (It's actually I don't know why......)

We were introduced to TDH's (my cousin) girlfriend, Jade Chung. She was a British, she spoke with a strong British accent. She was born in Hong Kong but raised in UK. She was illiterate in Chinese, but fluent in Cantonese. TDH met her in UK while he was studying there. He is now working there as a doctor. God I admired him so much!!!

Then we went to have lunch. The price was so...so expensive. But it's Chinese New Year.

Then we had Cendol.

Then we went to visit my mother's uncle. He was living in Penang too, but he wasn't in the house when we called upon him.

Pictures were taken, but sorry to say I'll upload only this one. Can you find me?

And then, we went to Alor Star, where our rendezvous was. I was dog-tired and I dozed off in the car. When I woke up, it was sunset. The sky was bluish with orange colour. The scene was beautiful, but I hated the traffic.

We arrived at my aunt's place quite late. It was about 7, 8pm I guess. We were invited by my cousins who lived there. My aunt was so keen to have us there and she had transformed her house into a heaven, beautifully decorated with fishes swimming in the pond and dogs in cages and grasses growing around the houses, attracting butterflies.

Our dinner----BBQ. I had to say, the chickens were mostly charred and looked inedible. But who cared? We ate all of them, leaving nothing but plates to be washed.

I wanted to stay out till late night, but my mind insisted me to close my eyelids, and so I forewent the decision and went to bed.

I was asked to sleep with my uncle. I said fine. But......

He snored!! He snored loudly that I could barely relax my muscles. It was like I was in an Orchestra room. Could you believe it?? He snored with musics!!! Musics!!!! God I was suffering so badly!!!!!!!

The next day.......I woke up early, much to my chagrin, and slept on the car.

I will elaborate what I did on the second day in my new post.

Memories

It had been a boring day. I sat in my house, brooding and recalling anything that I thought deserved to be recalled.

Then I remembered when I was primary one, I cried during the first day of schooling. It was exceedingly embarassing. But I realised nobody was watching, and I sobbed and wet my clothes.

I remembered when I was primary two, a fierce teacher became my form teacher. I was scared. She was infamous for being good in snarling. I was trembling vigorously that I had almost shattered my spines. I endured that year with triumph. I did a great result and I was so happy I had forgotten almost everything, as thought as I was the only person in the class. This was the year I became a bespectacled boy.

I remembered when I was primary three, I passed a note while the exams was ongoing. I was caught in the act, and my teacher pinched my ears. I flushed, every pairs of eyes faced me and I lowered my head, again, I sobbed. Incidents happened. One of my friends broke his arm while skidding down the stairs. We were so shocked. His mother came to school, trying to look for the person who broke his arm. I wasn't involved, so I didn't care.

I remembered when I was primary four, one of my best friends burst out crying in the class. It was a tendency of him to cry when the class was in a chaotic situation. But as he grew, the tendency faded. I remembered there were few GSTT in school. We welcomed them, and some of us decided to play jokes. But of course, when the secrets leaked, we were yelled at. Then the GSTTs drew something on our classroom's corridor wall. We were so naive, we thought she wanted to embarass us. But no, she wasn't intending to do that. Whatever she drew is still there, after 7 years. The paints had worn off a little though, and when I see them, I remembered them.

I remembered when I was primary five, I was one of the school's badminton team. But I was eliminated after a battery of tests, because I didn't persevere. I wanted to say out loud how regretful I felt. If I had been given a chance I would have taken it. I mean it. I would really take the chance. But the impossible is the impossible.

I remembered when I was primary five, we began to use the new formats for UPSR. We were so horrified. We were so afraid that we couldn't do well, especially when we knew that we needed to score more than 49 to score A from BM and BC paper 2. And I remembered my Malay teacher was a slacker, and he gave me demerit marks (5 marks) for not doing his homework. I didn't shed a tear, although I was sad because it was the first time I had been given demerit points.

I remembered when I was primary six, my english sucked. My english was so bad that my teacher had practically given out. I couldn't even master simple english, particularly grammar. Then now, I wanted to say thank you to her, Mdm. Tan. I remembered we had tuitions after schooling, and one day, I fell because my chair was broken. Everybody stared at me and I felt.....so embarassed.

I remembered when I was primary six, one of my friends fractured his leg. I remembered it was someday before UPSR, almost near UPSR actually. He cried loudly, he cringed when we tried to touch his leg, he didn't want anybody to see him crying. He was then hospitalised. After recuperating at home, he came back to continue studying. Due to his leg's condition, we changed our class with 4M. I remembered some of us waited for his arrival early in the morning, and some of them helped him to our class.

I remembered when I was primary six, I got 7As for my UPSR. I was so delighted when I was told by one of my teachers. I got my result because it was released, and I felt so happy. There were only 12 in my primary school who got 7As, and I was, proudly, one of them. I felt so sorry for them who didn't get 7As. I knew some of them cried, but I couldn't do anything. I was helpless.

Then I went to SMJK Jit Sin, my current secondary school. Upon the first day I saw students and I was terrified. They were looking so huge in size, almost giant to me. I was the only person in my class, none of them were familiar to me. Impervious to the glares, I sat in a girls row. I remembered when some of my best friends finally successfully entered Jit Sin, I was elated and welcomed them like they were in my house. I was so happy. I got a satisfactory result, and I was happy.

I remembered when I was secondary two, I was one of the active members in PBSM. I wouldn't say I was hyperactive, because I had no interest in whatever activities that were conducted. I was in a class that suited me, and I passed the year with happiness. That was the year I chummed up with one of my best friends till now, LZJ. Then we seemed to have a silent fight. We didn't know what trigger it. We kept distances and silence within each other for practically half a year then miraculously, we began to talk and became friends again. What bugs me is......what caused us to break the friendship in the first place?? He was indifferent to me, and I was lackadaisical to him. It's all weird.

I remembered I was chosen to join the marching parade. Everybody was shocked, even the seniors. I was the last one joined the PBSM. It had been only 4 months, but they chose me to be the marker. I didn't consider myself to be pro, I considered myself to be lucky. My friends envied me, eugolised me for being so 'pro', but I tried to tell them there was no point to envy me because I did nothing that deserved this.

I remembered when I was secondary three, I was in the only class that had boys outnumbered girls. I was scared, many of them were unfamiliar to me. But then, as the time crept, everything went high. This class was so high, so great, so interesting that 20% of my happy memories were come from here. I remembered Derrick and Kai Zhe were the two boys I seldom talked to, something bordered us from reaching each other, and I didn't know what. Interest? Friends? Attitude? I didn't know. But then when the year end reached, I talked more to Derrick, treating him like how I treated others but still less to Kai Zhe, still somehow bordered. Why?

I remembered we used to paint the class together. We were painting the class, having paints painted our clothes, having paints coloured the floors, having pizzas as lunch. It was a great experience. I remembered my english teacher, TCS. She was the one that had impinged on me the most. She was the one that motivated me to improve my english, she was the one who made me felt interested to english. I saw the gap between my form two and form 3 english. I felt so indebted to her. Thank you teacher!

I remembered my science teacher, KTS, a person who loved to play with his students. Some of my friends did something that is normally perceived as belligerent or unorthodox. But he shrugged them off, or sometimes, played with them. I remembered in this class, I was talkative.

Now I'm secondary four, in a class quite.....ok. When I recalled what happened in the past, I feel nostalgic. Everything that happened made me feel sad, as though all the happiness are erased from the world. Whenever I remembered my past, I felt so pained, I felt so badly to go back to view what I was doing again, repeating the years without growing up.

But life goes on, it is irreversible. I always accept the truth, but when I recalled things like this, I wish I could go back to the past.

Chinese New Year

It's February 14. The first thing that crosses everybody's mind is Valentine's. It is the same to me. The first thing I remember is Valentine's. But this year it is different, it is also the Chinese New Year!

I don't celebrate much. I'm now staying at home facing the computer typing nonsense here to kill some time so that I won't be bored to death. Anyway, I wish those who enjoy Happy Chinese New Year!

Oh. I have changed my blogskin. I couldn't find one taking Chinese New Year as the theme. But I guess this is good enough. Do leave your comment if you don't mind. Thanks

ANGPAUS! ANGPAUS! I NEED ANGPAUS!!

Chain

Someone in my class bought a chain which came together with a padlock. He decided to chain the cupboard in my class, so that all of them could place their books in the cupboard without being confiscated. Good idea, but are you sure everything will go smoothly as what you wanted?

But I kept my mouth shut, it didn't concern me, nor it bother me. I just let the nature do its job.

It was the last day of schooling for this year. Next year would be the year of Tiger. That made me wondered, as tiger was on the brink of extinction, what would happen if they extinct and there were no more tiger on Earth?

Well.....dragons were legendary creatures, and they were also one of the zodiacs. So I guess it wasn't important.

Facebook, again, getting bored. I just gone through whatever was there and began to continue my fishing in Fishville.

NLL had a facebook account, I added her though, still waiting for a response.

I got the time table for the first class test, and I was chagrined to know the dates. They should have given the time table out after CNY. So good in ruining people's mood, aren't they?

Anyway, Chinese New Year is around the corner. I don't know how I will spend the time. I'll probably laze around, or maybe binge upon cookies rich in calories or whatsoever.

Time ticked again, almost 12.00pm now. Gotta go.

Miss

I miss 3A5

I miss the noises they made.

Every single noises,

the laughs,

the highs,

have left me great memories of what I know I can never forget.

4S3 is different.

Everyone is geeky.

They talk,

but not much.

They don't make noises, and even if they do,

it's something lame and very different from last year.

This year,

it's not very high, and I know not many memories will be left for me.

I miss my friends in 3A5.

Yong Jie, Chin Seng, Wee Chin, Lawrence,

Yit Hao, Wee Liam, Ju Kheng, Adwin,

Derrick, Ken Nord, Zheng Jia, Chee Khang,

Say Kit, Kok Chew, Soo Yong, Chin Ping,

and some girls in the class.

I love to talk to them, although not often.

They know what I'm talking about,

they catch the gist.

They know the bread and butter of whatever jargon I'm saying.

And yet some of them are still in my class.

And of course, Jia Hao has already agreed with me.

3A5 is the best, even if it is compared to 2A6,

where we spent our form 2 life.

4S3 is different.

I step my feet into the class every weekdays morning.

And what I see is students studying.

They don't enjoy talking much,

and they are not talking the same language with me.

All they do is reading.

I know it's good, for them, for me, for all of us.

But I couldn't do it.

It's not my nature to do these.

Everytime the bell rings, 3A5 students left the classroom,

in a big group, to the toilet.

And everytime we decided to do things,

we do it together.

4S3 is different.

Everybody stays in the class, there is no lepak kaki.

They don't co-operate. They do what they think is important to themselves.

Most of them, but some of them do not.

I agree. 4S3 is not that bad.

There are people who are high too,

always in ecstasy.

Min Huang, the one with the infectious smile,

Jacky, the one with the 'yellow' mind,

Pei Ying, the monitor who enjoys talking,

and the girl sitting beside her too, loves bantering.

Pei Xin, the girl who couldn't sit still,

Ting Huan, the one who talks loudly.

And a few more people.

They are great. Only some are great.

The others.....don't enjoy talking much.

Someone has told me to give a try.

Maybe one day, I will love 4S3 more than 3A5.

But given the circumstances,

and the happy memories that I got on the very first day in 3A5,

I don't think it would work.

Yes.

The difference between 4S3 and 3A5 is too huge to be compared.

The difference is way too obvious.

For those who were in 3A5, they know.

They know the enormous difference between 4S3 and 3A5.

It has been one month.

And I'm still feeling nostalgic.

I have no love to 4S3.

No a single one.

No changes as the first day.

My heart is still in 3A5, still and always metalic there.

It still remains unmoved.

Nothing can change what happened in 3A5.

It was the best year I ever had.

You can tease me now.

This year, I learn that I should appreciate what I had.

Once it is gone, it is gone.

4S3 does not suck, I don't like it. I don't love it.

Just no feelings.

So for those 4S3 students this year who sees this,

please don't mistaken me.

I just have no feelings towards 4S3 if compared to 3A5.

It's like the difference between China and America.

A chinese will miss China if he is in America,

and an American will miss American if he is in China.

I have tried.

But it fails.

3A5. I miss you!

Chinese New Year Celebration

It's February 6. Although it is a replacement day, we went to school to watch the celebration of Chinese New Year. Organised by the school, many people had been invited to perform their stunts , and some of them just made us watched with shock.

Most people didn't bring anything at all. Just a simple water bottle. Then we entered the hall around 7.30am, which was the time we expected the shows to begin. But of course, schools never get right on punctuality.

It all began with the lion dance. Frankly I hate lion dance. The dance might be interesting, but I hate the musics. The cacophony of drums and whatsoever reverberated in the air and some of us just couldn't stand the earsplitting musics. The worst thing was, the lion dance lasted for 45 minutes. And once it stopped, our ossicles relaxed.

But yet I have to say, they did a great performance, although the music wasn't much endorsed.

Then, the principal gave a speech. Bla. Then Feilix sang a song, much to our enjoyment. Few dances were performed, much to my annoyance.

But then, there came the 24 season drum!!

24 season drum was the one I had anticipated long ago, the one I eulogised the most. It was the best performance I had ever watched! I love it so much!! I should have recorded it down. But....I didn't have a handphone.

After the stunning performance, many people got bored by other performance and began lepak. So did I. I was seriously bored and I was trying to sleep, but the noices were so loud I couldn't subdue it anymore and left the hall to have a walk. Not to mention sweating. I was sweating for virtually the whole morning.

Breakdancing was performed to, by five 'specialist'? They said they were specialised in breakdancing, which I didn't believe much. But yet....I clapped.

Then all of the teachers were invited to sing a song. Although they were no singer, they sang well. TPS's sound was the loudest.

Then, the celebration ended, and we whooped.

Mathematics

Lack of time to post pictures. Sorry guys.

It's Wednesday and it's maths day. Every single thing I'm doing today is mathematics-related.

Many Additional Mathematics questions are given to us and we are given a few days to finish them. Calculating the answer is actually the indirect way of saying twisting your mind into brain juice.

Add.Maths is burdening enough. Everybody hates Add.Maths. Some love it too, like me. The cruel kindness of add.maths have somehow make us confuse about our feelings towards it. We have no idea we are loving it or hating it.

We are frustrated when we couldn't get the answer, that means we hate it.

We wouldn't give up if we can't calculate the answer. It means we are also interested in finding the answer.

And once we got our answer, we triumphed.

Modern Maths is not that simple. It's simpler compared to Add.Maths, but I find out the equations in Modern Maths seem to be longer and thus, mistakes can be done easily.

Having Olympiad Mathematics afternoon. It's only school level. Of more than 100 people they only decided to choose about 10, maybe less, maybe more. I don't know.

We are given 9 questions to solve in 1 hour and 30 minutes. Imagine how tough can the questions be?

Nonetheless, I get one answer correctly. Only one. And if I'm selected to represent the school.....everyone in school can get As for Add.Maths in their coming class test.

Sitting for the Olympiad Maths means skipping Mathematics society meeting. I am told that we will receive our surat wakil, but we haven't got it yet.

At night, I am fighting with the Add.Maths exercises that are killing me. Of 12, 9 down. 3 more questions to go...oh no, wait! Application!! That makes my list longer.