Saint Anne

Feel tired to be at home, I made an impromptu decision to go to Saint Anne, as the anniversary event was being held. But I couldn't go there without companies, because there would be a crowd and pickpockets would be loitering around to strike, and I couldn't let them take their chances.

The peak was tonight, which is the time I am typing this post, but it would made pickpockets job so much easier in the pitch black, so reluctantly I chose to go there in the afternoon, with my friend, CY.

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My father and mother drove us there. The road was inconveniently blocked, which was what I had anticipated, so my friend and I had to walk a distance.

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The church was, as expected, packed. The first two familiar faces I met were the two Bomba(s) from my school. They were having their duties, which admittedly, quite useless. How could 16 years old teenagers help in an international event like this? I'm not being patronising, but just simply telling the truth.

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Before entering Saint Anne there was a long stretch of stalls outside. Most of the stalls belonged to Indians, and most of the things sold there were tradisional food or Indian-style food, not my cup of tea.

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Upon entering the sacred building my friend bought an ice-cream, which was so luring that I bought another one against my will. There was long stretch of Indians holding their handkerchief before the stairs to the hall. I didn't know why they did that. To beg for money? There was a hall for prayers after we climbed up the stairs, and because I wasn't a Christian I didn't enter it. Then the church, so enormous, so magnificent, so sacred.

But I wondered why the Father used Chinese to speak. Most of the prayers there, I mean, 99% of prayers (not exaggerating) were Indians. After that a question rise, why were there so many Indians are Christian? Weren't they supposed to be Hindus?

Rhetorical questions were never meant to be answered.

After that we just walked and snapped a few pictures

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Balai polis bergerak? OMG!!!

Then there was a canteen. Foods were given for free, and so did drinks. But I heard what they said about the foods. The Milo was mixed with Kekwa, Curry had lemon ingredients (which would make the food tasted awful) and tasteless mee hoon. I took a cup of Milo and thought it wasn't that bad, and the unique taste might be imprinted in my mind because I was sure nobody outside the church would make something so....weird.

I saw GYH, the one from 4S2, dutying. I think I distracted him for a while, I hoped he didn't get criticised. It wasn't intentional.

After that we just went strolling around the compound. I saw the wishing well. The water inside it was not flowing, which made it stink and foul. And people, presumably the devoted prayers, threw money inside. Even the workers there said the water was dirty. For god's sake this is an International event, would they at least clean the place ?

Before that we climbed up the hill behind the church. It was similar to To Kun, except the road was steeper and the hill was much lower. I didn't know what was up there even though I witnessed the event being held. Inquisitively I took a closer look, and realised it was something about Mother Theresa. But the event being held was so a mystery for me because I never asked.

Then we entered the Church and listened to what the Father said. We were standing up most of the time singing the songs. I'm not easily evangelised, I just simply wanted to know more about Christianity. But honestly I learnt not much.

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Before leaving Saint Anne we went to have Milo again. The stretch of people were still at the entrance, reason still unknown.

While on our away to my mother's car we walked along the road.

I bought two ice-creams and one cup of corn, not to mention a packet of titbits on the way out. Then later we walked to Old Town Coffee to wait for my mother's arrival. Look at the police below, he is just having his duty. But is he doing well? I'm in no position to tell.

Moody

I'm in the IT lab now. My teacher is having a break. She has been absent for days, but I'm not inquisive about her status. I just feel moody right now. I always feel moody after I woke up from a nap or siesta. But I didn't have this problem every morning.



Just feel like talking about friends.



Those friends whom I have known for quite long:

(pls forgive me if language is inflammatory)



Jun Jie: I have known you for.....how many years? 9 years? 8 years? It doesn't matter. All that matters is that friendship has not yet been marred. It's quite hard to find a person like you, a person who I can confide in (apparently I'm not the only one feeling the same way). But sometimes, I'm afraid my presence will annoy you.

Yong Jie: You are still plump. You need to cut down weight. It's great to see you still you, but your 'imagination'......too creepy. As for the rest, I'll just tolerate it. And I sometimes can't bear the weird odour you emit. I think I read it somewhere it is from the insulin or fats, which means you're overweight. Please cut down your weight for your sake!

Yiet Hean: Nothing much to complain about, but sometimes it's hard to convince you into dining in the canteen. You're a hardworking person, quite the contrary of me.

Friends whom I know less than 3 years, but quite close:

Chin Seng: You exemplify why I hate people who are holding a position in cocuricullar activities. It's just so hard to look for you, and even if I do you'll be busy about something and not in the mood of bantering. It makes me think friendship is neglected. But overall you are quite a good friend, someone I feel safe and happy to be around.

Wee Chin: Due to your baby-face, one person, who is mentally retarded, is infatuated and lusting for you. But I do admit your laugh is quite....umm....horrible, but in a cute way. Your lips can curve up to a big scale and your teeth are too white and...umm....shining.

Jacky: You always look pale. You always look tired. You never look strong. That's your problem! Your health is your biggest enemy, and it'll slowly debilitate you. But I admire you for your endurance. You are a busy person but you manage to balance your activities and study. I salute you!


No girls sorry, avoid any misunderstanding.


For those whom I have known for less than 3 years, but not that close:

Derrick: I have met so many people, and you are the most unique one. Sometimes I find you a friend, sometimes I find you a complete stranger. As for why this happens, I'm still inquisitive to know, and that is why it bugs me. This familiar strangeness (a not-so-apt oxymoron) is what bugs me till now, but I think I'll let that be as enigmatic as it has been now. Sometimes a mystery colours life.

Soo Yong: Admit it or not, I'm not that close to you. Sometimes I feel terrified by your presence. Your unorthodox behaviour and your liking about sex makes me sick. But sometimes you could just be the right person to confide in.

Zheng Lin: You are just like Derrick. Sometimes you make me hate you, sometimes you make me welcome you. Maybe it's your fetish to annoy people or making them go berserk, and I do, admittedly, hate you for some time in my life. But sometimes you are just there to joy us, especially when we are lonely. Why are you doing this? Everything that you do is the contrary to what everybody does.



9 is enough. I don't want people to hate me, forgive me if language is offensive.

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19 July 2010

I have done nothing today, except going to school keeping myself from dozing off. After visited NLL yesterday I realised people have been asking me questions, although I have not disclosed that I went to visit her. Maybe there is somebody who knows it, but how come so many know it later? News and rumours spread fastly. Too fastly. And I am lazy trying to say what I want to say again. The school has not sent us an Add.Maths teacher, I wonder when they will send one. As for the rest of the day, I dozed off.

20 July 2010

I got my Add.Maths result: a surprising 72! I never thought I will get this high result, when I get my paper the number caught me off guard, taken aback because I thought I did many mistakes. For instance, question 3. I got the whole question wrong but I managed to get 72. Lucky! Then later on I receive my Biology, another surprising 88 marks. Things are getting creepier. There's no way I can get high marks!!! I'm not humble or just simply looking down at myself, I'm just simply telling the truth. Then I sit for ICAS English test. When I get the paper I know I won't be able to finish all the questions. We are given 60 minutes to answer 60 questions, and all the questions are comprehension, which means you have to read the passage to answer the questions. If I have a strong understanding or a photocopy memory then maybe I can finish them in time. And after that my friends and I discuss about the paper and realise the passage on Boston and Paris are the most difficult passages to fathom.

After that we all go to get our Chemistry paper, and although I didn't did well I don't feel guilty. Because I have tried my best. And TPS makes me hate Chemistry with every fibre of my beings. Don't ask me, the presence of her name makes my hormones rise and go berserk.

21 July 2010

Reluctantly I go to Chemistry lab, and I didn't pay attention to her. As I said earlier, I hate her. She always says this: "I will change a Chemistry teacher for you, because I'm not good enough for you." for umpteen times. And everytime she says that I answer her in my mind: "Go ahead and do it, I'm fine without you. In fact, I will throw a party in the class just to celebrate your departure, and I hope you will see how successful the party is going to be." But of course, if I say this I would have been grounded. I sit for Abbey's Maths competition in the afternoon, and I think I can't get 5/20 correct. As soon as I leave the hall, many did likewise. And the person sitting behind me actually slept, I think he leaves the paper unanswered.

After that I have a meeting to attend, and reluctantly I enter the room because I know the meeting will be boring. The outcome of the meeting is not anything outstanding, but here's something: the t-shirt for Caring Week will be sold for RM15 per t-shirt. Do buy more and support us! Thanks!!

22 July 2010

Don't tell me not to hate Seggaran because I can't think out why I shouldn't. First, he is a total slacker that he is benefiting himself by not teaching but he wastes our time by delaying everything. He is nothing but a walking rubbish. Nothing else happens except I got 100 for my IT. Thank god.

23 July 2010

My english teacher is temperamental. But even though she becomes angry, she remains calm. She can scold student but she does it with surprising equanimity. I don't know if "angry" will be a precise word to describe her at that time, but she is definitely not calm nor impatient. Weird. During Physics lesson I try my best not to drop off, and I did, but my friends around me didn't. I stay back in the afternoon helping my friends to do things for Caring Week. Everything goes on smoothly and I meet the infamous KSL for the first time. It is a 'pleasure' to meet her. She is chasing the black dog that has been loitering in the school for at least a few weeks, with a cane. Why aren't I shocked that a cane is used to chase a dog instead of students? I go home later, eat my dinner, trying to solve the discombobulating Add.Maths and then go to sleep, and I decide not to go to school the next day.

UK 2

I have collected all my results. Wanna take a look? Let's see how horrible I have done:


BM: A surprising 88 marks. I'm quite glad that I typed the peribahasa out, because by typing them out I realised it made the memorising easier. As for the spelling, I got six wrongs.

BI: A disappointing 88 marks. When can I get a higher mark? I aimed 92!!

BC: A satisfactory 50 marks. Only 6 people in my pass managed to get more than 60. I think I'm moderate. But hey, the paper was damn hard!

MM: A moderate 92 marks. If I wasn't careless I could have got 100 marks. Stupid me.

MTAM: A unexpected 72 marks. I was waiting for a number below 60, but turned out I got 72. Lucky me.

BIO: A sad 88 marks. I haven't been careless I could get 96. Again, stupid me!

CHEM: An average 67 marks. I realised I made the most mistakes on Chapter 3, guess I have got to do more brushing. As for TPS, I still hate her, and don't ask me why. Don't make me go berserk.

PHY: For the first time in my form 4 life, my Physics managed to get beyong 90---93!! I'm satisfied.

PM: Haven't really thought I will pass, but I did. 64. The paper was incredibly tough!

SEJ: Glad to know I haven't disappointed myself. I maintained my Sejarah with 95 marks. As long as my result don't drop below 80, I'm fine with that.

IT: A negligible subject. But I got 100 marks.

Visit

First I would like to clarify something. Initially I was not intending to visit NLL, that's why I told Jacky that I was not going. But then later my father told me he was going to Penang (a spontaneous decision) so on a whim, I went to visit NLL.

My mother and I arrived at Penang General Hospital and we searched for Blok C, as for my father he waited in the car. Because we didn't want to wait for the lift, we took the stairs. And I regretted taking the stairs because I was drenched in my own perspiration after that.

I found the ward where NLL is, and saw her, her husband and her mother there. My mother went to chat with her mother while I tried to talk to NLL. She could talk, but not articulate, and her voice was too soft we could barely hear what she said.

She couldn't recognise me, which was what I had anticipated because she had lost her memory. From her eyes I knew she didn't know who I was, and she tried to talk. She was extremely weak, but her husband encouraged me to talk to her more often because she needs to talk more.

Then later the person who gave me all the inside information showed up. She was a cheerful person, optimistic and wasn't the type I was expecting. As for NLL she could smile, she beamed happily when her cousin joked.

Random picture

She tried to tell me something, but then I could not catch what she tried to tell me. I could understand the first half of the sentence, but the second half was blurry, and none of us could hear what she said. We later gave up by changing subject (to avoid awkwardness).

As it was just a short visit, we left few minutes later. Her husband said she would take about one or two months to recover, so I guess she isn't coming back to teach us this year. Hopefully she will make it next year.

As for the rest, I wish she could recover fastly. 5C1 students visited her yesterday and they did a book, all good luck wishes from C1 students and they personally made a bouquet of paper-made flowers. They had a class photo with NLL, but we didn't. So 4S3, what are you planning to do to help teacher remember? We have a week time, don't waste it!

Class Test 2, Day 4

Waking up early in the morning is not what everybody likes, particularly school students who hold a strong hatred towards school. Me as a prime example. Unwillingly I pulled myself away from my warm bed, dragging both my feets down to the stairs to shove down some biscuits and sip a cup of milo and then I walked my way to the bathroom to hit the shower, which subsequently brought me out from the stupor I was in. I wore my school uniform and realising I was late, I clumsily packed my bag and went into the car, trying to ignore the building anger from my mother.

I reached my school and realised my friends were bantering instead of studying. Influenced by them, I tossed my book away and slept for a while, alas, I didn't fall asleep. Not like NKW who seemed to sleep for the whole day. Eventually I brought out my book and began to continue what I didn't complete. As the time elapsed I realised I had been studying too slowly. MSegara distributed our Malay paper and surprisingly, my result was the second highest in the class, just behind CPY. That totally shocked me as 7 of my classmates failed the test. It seemed not attending tuition classes for me was the best way to score high mark in the exam.

After that, tiredness seemed to permeate the air, slowly everybody began to feel lethargic and drop off. Some of them seemed to be holding books, poring over the books trying to dig out some facts or hidden message from the textbook, while some thumbed through and ploughed through the book just to make sure the insecurity of oneself had been overcome. Some were holding the books on their arm, but their eyes were locked on their friends' eyes while they were chatting with their friends, hands moving freely in the air, talking about their idols who performed well on their stage, talking about the shows character facing difficulties while trying to save their girlfriends, talking about what they heard at tuition classes, talking about how difficult the previous days papers were, yelling while seeing a bee flying around the class, gossiping about couples while trying to speculate their future.

Eventually they got bored and the group began to disperse, now they joined a new group, hoping to find a new topic to talk. It seemed they were impervious to the coming paper, and I was sure none of them were intimidated because the coming paper was considered easy. At least compared to SPM.

Later I began to chat with friends as well. I learnt something about scouts from SM. And although I felt they had been too burdened with their activities, I saluted them for being willing to sacrifice. But I am quite sure sometimes they just got bored and wished everything that had been fallen upon them could sometimes go away. As my father is a PK-Koko I knew something they didn't. But of course I still don't know a lot of things. But compared to ordinary students in school, the information I had had been considered ample.

The class continued to be in the chaotic state until 12.30pm, when the paper were about to start. I received the paper and finished it in 10 minutes, and of course I had done so many mistakes and I felt regretful for being so careless. Most of us dozed off within minutes. After the papers were collected everybody began to whoop, celebrating the day the papers ended. But somehow, everytime the tests or exams ended, I stayed in a morose state. This enigmatic trait of mine had been with me for a few years now.

Class Test 2, Day 3

First paper of the day: Malay. I had to admit I did quite well. I memorise all the peribahasa without any problems and wrote it all down without any mistakes. As for ejaan everything went smoothly, but don't expect me to get 100 marks for the paper. It's impossible.

As for the second paper: Biology. No more 80 marks or above. I didn't even have the guts to see my results after the test. So I suppressed every fear and studied Chemistry.

But turned out, Chemistry was the paper I did the worst. Iron (III) Chloride. Great. I wrote Iron (II) Chloride. TPS said if we didn't get 80 marks, we would need to run around the field. So I'm all ready to run. Who's joining me?

Class Test 2, Day 1 and 2

First Day

First paper of the day: Chinese, the paper I have been waiting to fail since early of the year. And as what I had expected, I did fail! The paper was way too hard and I couldn't answer 90% of the questions. Don't ask me what I can answer, because the truth is, I don't know, and I can't remember.

Second paper of the day: Modern Maths. The paper was quite easy, despite there was the potential of losing too many marks because of just a silly mistake. The full mark was 25, which meant we had to times it with four, and got the final answer: 100. If you can't count this, I'll advise you to drop mathematics in school. I didn't revise Chapter 5 because all the topics inside were covered in Add.Maths. So I forwent it and studied chapter 6---Statistics, the chapter I despise the most.

Third paper of the day: Physics. Nothing much to complain except the rough table surface which made my writing uncomfortable.

And many of my friends slept in my class, whether it was before, during or after the test, because they stayed up late to watch the football final. I did want to watch the game but I didn't wake up in time. When I woke up it was already 6.30am and I missed the game.

By the way, congratulate Spain for winning the world cup this year. Paul the Octopus is indeed a clairvoyance.

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Second Day

The first paper of the day: English. There were 50 objective questions, and most of my friends were not cognisant about the toughnest. Then after the paper they began to argue, but the argument didn't last and later everybody walked away with gay abandon. By the way, I have checked the dictionary and the term 'abandon' in gay abandon means careless or uncontrolled, which means--unrestraint. I don't know why people would choose 'desertion', it has nothing to do with the sentence.

Second paper of the day: Moral. The teacher is definitely a numskull. The questions are not pertinent to moral and the questions that are relevant are not asked. And because of his stupid act the whole form went into chaos. But it settled down later because the most disturbing and intimatidating Add.Maths was the next on the day.

So the third paper of the day wasn't easy. 5 questions were given and we were required to answer them in 40 minutes, which, regretfully to say, not many succesfully finished all the questions. Me included, of course. The paper was too hard and the equations were too long, and NKW, didn't know how, used his calculator to get an answer but he got the wrong one. The equation was correct but the final answer was wrong. Did the calculator went on strike and refuse to give correct answer?? Pity him. Haiz

What's Up

So nothing has happened recently, and due to the fact nothing has happened my blog has been abandoned.

NLL's is getting better, but she still hasn't regained her memory back.

Monday I will be having my second class test. I just finished my mid term exam and here comes the second class test. Is it just me, or everything is going just to rush? I haven't had time to prepare and teachers are teaching too fastly just to cover the syllabus.

I'm struggling with add.maths now. But as I am doing add.maths, I wonder why we need to learn modern maths? Almost everything we learn in modern maths will be learned again in add.maths, only more advanced.

Timetable is going to be changed soon. I wonder who will be my new add.maths teacher. For now, again, the question remains rhetorical.

Hospital

My add.maths teacher, Pn. NLL has been hospitalised because her blood vessel burst. Owing to that burst she now suffers from amnesia.

It is said that she has lost her memory and would be hospitalised and monitored until she has been clarified to be as fit as a fiddle. But before that she will be under the supervision of the doctors.

I miss her lessons. Even though I know she will pull through and come back alive and kicking, I'm still worried about her. Her family might become solicitous after that, and they are possibly keeping a vigil now while she is laying asleep, but we, students, are not capable of doing anything except supplicating.

Do get better, I wish to be taught by you at least another once for this year.

Study

Has anyone been burning midnight oil? The idea of doing that has so far never crossed my mind, but I did consider the possibility of me doing that, since I have realised I am now seriously lack of time. Being a busy person does not signify you are an important person in co-curricular activities, but it does cause your exam results to plummet and bring you crawling from the bottom of the hill, and the obstacles on the way are the hell painful to be overcome. To triumph, determination is your key that you can't afford the lose, and once you lose it, you will not only fail to succeed, but you will be lock by chains to the bottom of the hill, forever.

It is incumbent upon every students to excel in studies, and I'm pretty sure many people agree with that point. When I was first told that the second monthly test falls on 12/7, I realised I have not prepared for it, and although I know I need to do well in it, I keep stumbling upon difficulties, obstacles that become the bane of my life. Being the treasurer in the society isn't that easy, especially when a large amount of money is needed to be counted. I have to be careful while calculating, even if the difference is only a princely sum of 10 cents, I would need to recalculate all of them and jot them down in a paper, and make sure the record is given to the teacher with the correct information.

I received the account book earlier this week, and I realised our society has been losing money in the past few years. Money has been going out, but it never goes back. As a treasurer I have to control the money, and I have to make sure we will never lose more money than gain, and it behoves me to think out an idea on how to do it. I just simply can't let my society lose more money than now. Being one of the committes of the Caring Week is just another story. Caring Week involves a lot of people, and argument is imminent. Rumours say those who are involved will have their hands full with it, and their result will drop drastically, whether they like it or not. And I certainly do not like it, at all.

Exam is once again around the corner. Has anyone been prepared? Has anyone started going through what all teachers have taught? Have all the teachers finished teaching the topics that are covered in the exam? A simple thing like an exam could be complicated with a lot of thinking. When my Physics teacher tells me she can't finish the topics and tells us to study by our own, my heart sinks deep into my stomach because I was just told that my weakest subject is almost impossible to be saved. If I can waltz through the exam, luck will be the name, not success, not hardwork, and definitely not determination nor just simply brilliance.

My anxiety about the coming exam waxe and wane. It sometimes skyrockets and cause me a nervous breakdown, and sometime falls and the idea of frolicking around and tossing exams away keeps appearing. Everybody knows form 4 is a hard year, not just because we are new to the subjects, we are also suffering from a lot of pain. The pain from co-curricular activities (which I'm not seriously affected), the pain from the tons of homeworks, the pain from the pressure of parents and teachers, the pain from suppresing the surge to vent our stress, and the pain from trying to get flying colours in SPM. Who doesn't want to get all As in SPM? Everybody wants, some just simply don't care about trying to get them.

Determination is the key to success. Even though we have to plough through the books, we have to study and try to get a good result. 90% of students agree with that point, and they know hard works to pay with success. But the problem now surfaces--how to make a student determine to study without causing mental distress and feeling pressured? If the problem doesn't bother you, you are definitely a brilliant person. I'm now facing this problem, and I'm yet to find the answer to solve this problem. I have not been studying for the past few days, I guess I have to get started soon. For now, the problem remains rhetorical to me.