Playing Truant

Today is the last day of school day. But so what? I never like 4S3. Realise I use the present tense? It isn't a grammatical error, it is written that way intentionally. I will never like 4S3.

For the first time this year, I decided to play truant. I'm pretty sure the school doesn't bother. And Facebook is frighteningly quiet in the morning.

Next year I'll be in 5S3. I hope it'll be much better than 4S3, because honestly, even though my life in 4S3 has just ended, I still loathe 4S3, as strong as I despise this class before I entered the class in January (a little stronger now, but marginally).

House Quotes (4)

Dr. Wilson: You stole my patient.
House: You stole my guitar.
Dr. Wilson: Give him back.
House: Only when you give her back.
Dr. Wilson: It's a she?
House: Well, it's certainly not a dude.
Dr. Wilson: It's a guitar! You took a human being!
House: Now who doesn't have a sense of humor?

House: Can't take the case. I don't have a team.
Dr. Cuddy: So hire a team!
House: What for? I don't have a case!

House: And you didn't stop him. Means either you thought it was a chance worth taking, making you a hypocrite or you thought he will fail, making you a cutthroat little pixie.

House: The rest of you, 8.00am sharp. I'll be in sometime between 10 and 3.

House: You ladies have the honor to give the patient a feeding tube, discharge him, and show up for work tomorrow. The rest of you, you're a disappointment. You make me want to stop dangling.

House: Why does his lungs thing his throat is his stomach?

House: Without competition we'd all be single-cell organisms.

House: I'm going to fire the next person who asks who I'm going to fire.

Dr. Cuddy: How advanced is the pneumonia?
House: It's taking college courses.

House: Big love, have I humiliated you in the last half hour?
Cole: No.
House: Check your e-mail.

House: Have you guys heard any of my metaphors yet? Well come on, sit on grandpa's laps as I tell you how infections are criminals; immume system's the police. Seriously, Grumpy, get up here, it'll make us both happy.

House: Someone's gonna be miserable sometime. Accept it. That's how I stay so happy.

House: War doesn't end until Foreman's gone.
Dr. Cuddy: Foreman's not going anywhere.
House: And I know when my Vicodin isn't Vicodin. Do you know when your birth control pills are birth control pills?

Dr. Wilson: I was wondering when you'd grow bored of avoiding my calls.
House: Oh, I can never grow bored of ignoring you.

Dr. Terzi: John hasn't vomited in six hours.
House: What's to vomit? I'm eating his lunch.

Dr. Wilson: Of course you're type AB. Universal recipient. You take from anybody.
House: Course, you're type O, Universal donor. No wonder you're paying three alimonies.

House: Listing all the possibles causes is only impressive if you can do it reverse alphabetically.

Thirteen: Wouldn't 'no' have been a shorter answer?
House: Wouldn't you not talking make this a shorter conversation.

Lacklustre life

My life has been lacklustre recently, the chief reason is probably because I have no interest in involving myself in some addictive computer games.

I'm involved in the Graduation Magazine. Surprise? Don't worry. I've not told anyone this. Not because I'm ashamed of joining them, I just find no reason to tell anyone.

I realise I have been isolating myself from some people recently. As for why I don't know. When I see someone, and I shall not say who, I instinctively cringe away, and I don't know why. And don't say I'm in love, because I shun both boys and girls, who are not intimately close to me.

Is it because I'm lazy to say a simple 'hello'? It's probable, considering that I know many people in school and I've no strength to wave and say 'hi' to everybody I know.

I'm having phobia recently, probably due to the involvement in the graduation magazine. I'm sentimental, easily influence by emotions around me. Anger, depression, frustration, despondent and many more emotions. Negative emotions have some bearing on me, and I can't formulate a word how.

I'm scared of losing friends, especially when I lose my friends by me unintentionally, or deliberately, drive them away. I know I'm being pessimistic, but I'm feeling this way now. Not that I despise being optimistic, but I've got to face that now or later. I choose to deal with it later, but my subconscious keeps bugging me. What should I do?

I just have two random things to talk about:
a) If you a fan of House MD, you must be intrigued by the medicine in the show. Here's an advice: if you want to learn medicine, watch season 1-3. From season 4 onwards the medicine has declined and is sloppy. Season 6 and season 7 have medicine that are almost absurd. (review by doctor)

b) I'll still finish my previous post.

A Story

Actually I have written this a long time ago, when I didn't have the internet service and TELECOM'S tardy action actually gave me some time to write a short story. I didn't finish it, but I intend to finish it now. It sounds and looks lame, but I'm no professional, so please tolerate with the uninspiring and uninteresting story. It's full with banalities, but........here goes.

Story inspired by Derrick Tan (concussion), NLL (still hospitalised), CCS (broken arm) and LJX (broken ankle) and House MD. If you know me (actually not many people know) you should know I love medicine. That's why I love 'House MD' so much.

If you want me to write a story about you, just give me something about the incident and I'll try my best to write.

====================================================================

1 January 2010

I wake up bright and early, photosensitived, and realised I'm in a room I'm not familiar with. I squint and saw somebody standing beside me. I pull myself up and realise two doctors are staring at me. They amble towards me, and throw me a series of questions that never seem to end. I'm still blurry, a bit queasy, and I've no idea where I am, what is the place or when was I brought there. Eventually I answer a few questions that I manage to answer, the rest came to me a surprise. I am told I was hurt but I can remember nothing but celebrating New Year last night. The clock points 6 sharp and I realise it is evening. Sunlight shines weakly and it begins to sink.

I try very hard to remember what happened, but I am told I have short term amnesia. I shake every thing off and subdue the pain. I grimace and ask for my parents, but the doctors say visitors are not allowed. Then one of them, Dr. Lee, says I need to rest and I'm given anesthesia to rest. I then feel listless and dropped off.

2 January 2010

I've been called by someone and the voice sounds vaguely familiar. Then it hit me it was my father, and I jump out like a kid just wake up after a night terror. I am so happy to see them and they are likewise. They tell me I got hurt when the firecrackers that were supposed to lit burst into flames, and that's how I got third-degree burn. When I fell, I banged my head on the door and hence I have this nasty headache and blocked memories.

We chat a little and the bell rings, telling visitors to leave. They look disappointed, but they have to leave. They promise they'll visit me again, and I say I'll be waiting, although deep down in my heart I wish they'll never leave me alone here, abandoned and terrified.

It is 2.00pm and everyone gets back to their respective bed. I'm in a ward. I can see eight beds from my view, including mine. I'm on bed number 10. The beds are arranged accordingly, and of course everybody is a guy. The patient next to me, an Indian, seems to have experienced a very nasty accident. Everything on him looks ominous, and I suddenly feel glad to have burns and concussion. Bed 11, 13, 15 and 16 are not occupied. The boy in bed 12 looks weak. Lassitude makes him sleep for almost all day. The guy in bed 13 looks surprisingly old for a 26-year-old man (I know his age through eavesdropping) and he is a volatile man. He vociferates and always goes ballistics when he's wish is not satisfied. He always asks for painkillers. I've no idea what he suffers from and I'm not a doctor, but I do know too much painkillers is deleterious.

The day just drags on, and a nurse later administers something into my system and tells me to rest more. Feeling weak, I dozed off.


3 January 2010

It has been only two days, but I have begun to be claustrophobic. I've been moved to another bed, where another boy of about my same age is my only companion. The other beds are not occupied, making him the only person I can talk to. He says he has been in the hospital for a month, and the doctor has not had a clue about what's wrong with him. His symptoms have the doctor stumped. At that time I'm feeling a little bit worried. What if what he has is infectious? If it is environmental and toxic I guess I can relax a little, but if it is infectious I'll be terrified.

But then, why would a doctor place a patient in a same ward with a patient with infectious disease? Surely they have ruled out infection. I kind of pity him. He has tubes all over his body, and he even wears a oxygen mask. He said his lungs collapsed, and even though it's fine now the doctors are still taking precautions just to make sure the history doesn't repeat itself.

I'm still bored and I take the book my mother brought to me. I plough through the book for a few hours. It's very difficult to read when the ward is silently noisy and my intermittent pain keeps kicking in. Then I heard beeping. I notice it comes from the another boy in the ward. The doctors rush in. The suddenly the doctor has his Eureka! moment and diagnoses him with something jargonic. If I'm not mistaken I think I heard him saying something calls Erythropoietic Protoporphyria. The crux is, the boy is allergic to light.

Another day just drags on. Another day has just gone.


4 January 2010

I dislike laying on the bed. It makes me look weak, although I know I look wan, but that doesn't mean I'm weak. It was 9.00am, I wandered my hands on the desk beside me and I manage to grab a magazine. The magazine is full with gossips that are highly appreciated by fans but vociferously despised by most stars. Gossips beget pressure to the stars, and if I'm one of the stars I'll shun paparazzi with every fibre of my being.

After I have taken an insipid lunch, I bring myself to a wheelchair and have a nurse push me around in the lawn outside. This place isn't fully planted with trees, but the colour of the grass is definitely pleasing to the eyes. There are many interesting people around. A 60-year-old man, possibly diagnosed with lung cancer, trying to abstain himself from smoking but his poor-spirited will is overwhelmed by the urge to smoke, and he begins to smoke, much to the doctors' dismay. His stained teeth and emaciated body show that he is a chain-smoker. Then I saw an old lady, possibly suffers from Alzheimer's, keeps wringling her hands and her daughter looks extremely tired. Taking care an Alzheimer's patient needs a tremendous patience and I couldn't imagine what happen if this trouble weighs on me later.

The air was cool - a little biting - since it has been raining recently. I'm still weak, but I feel invigorated to be around people. Some look sicker than me. I bumped into a boy around my age, and he has one of his legs amputated. I choked on my fear but I didn't let out a scream. Whatever he went through was much terrible than mine. So instead of feeling pity to myself, I realise I have to be strong, because they are hundreds of people out there suffering from a long-time illness that impact their lives in a way they wish they were never born.

5 January 2010

I have been to a new ward to be monitored. If I'm fine today I'll be sent home to recuperate. Every activites on my time table has been cancelled - much to my annoyance - for my own good. A boy is laid upon beside me. The doctor told me he had a cardiac arrest and a fractured arm. I have no doubt he plays basketball. I try to talk to him whenever he wakes up (he's still weak), and he appears to be too weak to talk. I let him rest, and decide to give myself a rest, until an annoyingly loud alarm sends me off guard. It appears that an emergency has happened and all doctors are required in the ER.

I don't know much, but I do know something very, very nasty has occured. As a practised eavesdropper I try to get something from the nurses. Turns out a bus has overturned, and all 28 passengers in the bus are badly mangled. Some died on the spot, some are maimed, some survives but not for long, some has their lives relied on the machines. Families are sobbing, friends are wailing, doctors are busy, nurse are overwhelmed with heavy work. I feel sad for them. Truly. Again, I feel like my life is much better than I had thought.

6 January 2010

The day I've been waiting for. My parents come early today and bring me out of the hospital. I pack my things eagerly, wave goodbye to the boy beside me although I ain't sure whether he sees me or not, and listen to the doctors kind-hearted advice. I thank the doctor profusely and on my way out I look at the ER. Parents are still flooding the room, nurses are still running around sending charts and picking up calls. It hurts me to watch, so with heavy steps, I try to run away from this place, which will forever be embedded in my mind.



End of story. The story sucks, but I just love to write.

4th November, 2010

I woke up around 9.30am. Flabbergasted, I pulled myself away from the bed and literally dragged myself to the dining room to eat breakfast. Breakfast was way too simple and I was still feeling hungry after that. I suppressed the urge to ransack the kitchen for foods and went to the toilet to brush my teeth until they scintillated. I wasn't exaggerating. The white bubbles formed actually scintillated.

Then I switched on the computer and oddly the first thing I did was opening Plurk. Then I logon to Facebook and began to roll the mouse impatiently. Facebook is recently choked with people confessing their loves, people saying how 'sienz' their lives are (like my live isn't 'sienz'....), people writing didactic sentences which inevitably ignored by most people, people uploading picture showing how silly or how gracious they looked and bla bla bla....

Then I watch Jit Sin Wars again. I'm not interested with the why and the wherefore they made the video. The deliberate lousy acting somehow lightened the viewers' mood and the directory is superbly done. But the story is.........lame. But I like it. Honestly.

What I did then? Oh! Right! My mother and I went to BM library, and I saw was few racks of bookshelves. I found no books to my liking, so we left and went to PRAI library, and again I got nothing. All books were torn and outdated. Don't ever go there!

Then we went to Carrefour. The air-conditioner seriously needed repairment. I went to search for new shirts to buy. Most of the shirts there looked cheap, I guess it was understandable since some were imitation. I found some shirts I liked and I tested them. M size is a little too small for me, but L size is way too long. So I bought M instead, and I don't know if I will regret. In retrospect, I shouldn't have bought them.

Then we went back home, I surfed the net again. Then I went to my room reading, and they I had my dinner, and then I went to bath, and then I made a cup of coffee and sipping it slowly while reading True Singapore Ghost Stories. And then I tried to finish reading my storybook and then here I am, writing this post droning on how my day is wasted.

Next year, I vowed to make sure my life is no longer miserable.

Oops, I have written too long a post, as is my wont.

My Review on 'Death Place'

I'm not a profesional writer, so don't expect a good review on me. But here's my review anyway:

I'm floored to know the movie is only about to be released tomorrow. I watched this movie few months ago and now only most cinemas in Malaysia will start screening.

Also known as Taihong, Still and Die a Violent Death, this chilling movie is made up of 4 different stories directed by 4 different directors. All stories are based on true events that became the hot news in Thailand. But of course, the stories in this movie will be strongly exaggerated and widely elaborated. The show is somehow similar to Phobia, a succesful horror movie that hit Thailand and Malaysia with commersial success. A sequal was made, Phobia 2, and it again topped the box office in both Thailand and Malaysia.

Let's review one by one:

THE BLAZE

New Year is something very exciting for all people. It's the beginning of a brand new year, where everything -- well, mostly -- will begin all over again. School kids begin their new school life, workers make new plans and budgets and whatnot. The eve of New Year usually draws people to pubs to celebrate.

A man decides to count down with his friends and girlfriends. But on doing that he inevitably ignores his girlfriend, making his girlfriend feels abandoned and incongrous. She feels sad and runs to the bathroom only to be killed by a violent fire caused by reckless bartenders. The boyfriend survives, but his life begins to deteriorate. He is always sombre, avoiding contact with others, refusing to accept the truth.

This sapiently directed 30-minutes short film is about love. It might have some terrifying scenes that'll make your hairs stand, but it is deserved to be praised as the audience are able to feel the romance and horror simultaneously. However, it is not a great start for this movie.

My rating: B-

IMPRISON

How will you feel when you are put in a haunted prison? I'll be living in horror every day.

A man is being put in a gaol. He has no friends, only some lonely old guys sitting around staring at him. Later he begins to sense something. He encounters weird incidents. Each incidents get weirder and weirder until finally his curiosity gets the better of him as he uncovers the mystery that lies behind.

This part is probably the worst part of all. The scenes, to me, aren't scary and the story is sloppy and haphazardly planned. No actual stories are being delivered. Only some random scares and stories that don't add up.

My rating: D+

REVENGE

A haunted apartment. This is what I'm scared of. If I am residing in an apartment and encounters weird things, my first instinct is to flee.

A girl finds a mute mule to get drugs. She later gets overdose and dies. The mule, instead of reporting her death, hides her body by disposing her into the water tank. Subsequently the water is contaminated, and everybody in the apartment is being supplied with water and body decays.

My favourite part of all. The story doesn't matter. The moral value behind it does, however. It tells us if we do something unpardonable, our guilt will take control of us. Eventually, justice will be served. This part makes me realised I hadn't wasted my time watching this movie.

My rating: A

HAUNTED MOTEL

Similar to 'In The Middle' in 4bia and 'In The End' in Phobia 2, this is a comedy-horror that tells us about a man and his friend. This story begins with hookers lining up at a street and a man and his friend get one for 500 baht (only RM50 for a night with a hooker? More men in this world are losing virginity) and then they go to a motel, where weird things happen.

This story has some kinkiness. The story is a little bit disconcerting, but if you try to fathom the story you'll get a storyline, although poorly constructed. But the fun and the horror are spellbinding enough to make you finish the movie.

My rating: B+

Feng Shui Tak Bagus!!

Has the title caught your attention? Of course it does. It is always spoken by D. Mages, especially when he begins to complain about our class.

This quote is, oddly, like a curse. You know why?

4S3 has lousy Malay and English teachers. MSegara, the infamous slacker, has never seriously taught us anything. LAT is another lazy teacher, but I will prefer to have her as my teacher if I have been given a choice to choose between her and MSegara. And LAT is way too strict in marking.

Chinese teacher? Ordinary. She's not hardworking, but she's not lazy either. I guess she works hard to complete her task, but she never has the motivation to do more than completing her job.

Modern Maths? Oh please, she might teach form 6, but she sucks at teaching Modern Maths. Students from 3A5 should know.

Additional Mathematics? Oh my god. My MTAM teacher supported the quote of 'feng shui tak bagus'. She had a terrible ordeal. She lost her baby. And then later she was discharged from the hospital and spent time recuperating. But as this very moment she is lying in the hospital due to build-up liquids in her lungs. The doctor never seems to find out the underlying cause. The diagnosis is apparently very tricky.

Biology teacher had a horrible fall. She suffered, but gladly not as serious as my MTAM teacher or else Jit Sin is on the brink of hiring another good teacher. She recovered shortly and came back today.

Chemistry teacher? OK, I think she changes the most. She was once a famous teacher in Jit Sin. And now? She is disliked by half of 4S3 students. Students who don't hate her don't show any sign of liking her either. She's too cocky, and she always talks like Chemistry is the only subject we should be concerned about. The other subjects are garbage. In her world, Chemistry is the utmost important. She doesn't even care if we fail other subjects. That's who she is. If she happen to be your Chemistry teacher next year. You better read this:

This is my prediction based on my experience of facing her. For the first three months, she is teaching like an ordinary teacher. Patient. Hard-working. Friendly. After the first class test, especially when she sees your class' results (she never gets satisfied by results), she will begin to change. There'll be a subtle change, just pay attention. She begins to be fussy, cocky. She'll keep borrowing lessons from other teachers. And you'll have at least 3 lessons of Chemistry a week.

After the mid-term examination, you may begin to hate her. Because you'll face her at least 3 times a week, and if she is too hard-working you'll face her 9 lessons a week, which means 9 lessons of Chemistry a week. You think you can handle that many lessons? I thought I could handle too. But only for two weeks. After two weeks you'll grow tired.

Don't be adament and say you can handle her. My experience with my friends tell me otherwise.
Physics? The teacher is simply adorable. Besides her corrupt English she has no flaws at all.

Sejarah? Besides being anti-school I think he has the best notes in the world.

Others are negligible.