let's keluar!!

hey peeps...

are u guys free next mon? i wanna watch d latest movie by keanu reeves..so, let's meet in Aeon at 11 morning..on the..hmm..let's see..15th of December..=)

this outing is definitely on..it's not a class outing..i REPEAT, it's not a class outing..i have a few people who are confirmed coming ade..so i hope to see d rest of YOU there..

that's all folks..tata

of old days...

Since a certain someone managed to persuade me to reveal this blog to her, I have decided to make it not so boring by sharing about my upper secondary years.....

I was in a class called 5S2 /2006. Well majority of the students were smart and kind..... whereas the smaller portion of students (including me) were just the opposite... :)

Anyhow the smart people were smart lah and the not so smart/stu*** people were CONSTANTLY scoring 30% lower than the smart people for some weird reason. This created a unique atmosphere of Aunties and Uncles that chattering about in class all the time; almost simulating a situation in the real world- the local wet market. I know that many people that are not familiar with the Malaysian Education system would find it rather intriguing to see such realistic representation of the world in a secondary school classroom. This is the product from the 50 years of Independence of Malaysia and the multi rational status of the country.... Good Job Malaysia!

Okay enough of me blabering about now for some unique photos-

IN Fond MEMORY of 5S2/2006

There were 2 types of students in the class,

The ones that studied hard....

AND

the ones that HARDLY STUDIED!

There were many realistic simulations in the class as stated earlier; some examples are...

Deaths...

Weddings

Cleaners

Since this class existed a long long long long time ago..... The latest technology at the time was the MP2.5

a picture,

Interestiong facts ya???

Back to the multirational country I was talking about.... Our class also had many different people that could be characterised by their smiles...

First...

Second,

Third,

Fourth..

Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the GAYEST of them all?

I will leave that for you to decide... Byez for now...

note: this was written by CJ in his blog..and if u wanna visit his blog, do ask him for his blog add and permission..coz i've aso taken very long time to persuade him to let me read his blog..

P.S pls do leave comment on CJ last question..or anything that reminds u of d old class..hope this will revive our almost dead blog..

Heys

Hello people..

oh i love the new skin..not bad :).
anyway, im on holidays now. though a little grounded cause of bf problems..long story. anyway,nothing much has been going on with me except catching up on my R E A D I N G.

this has been my routine for about a week now:

• wake up, shower
• GOBBLE down breakfast
• read
• GOBBLE down lunch
• read
• shower, GOBBLE down dinner
• read
• read
• read
• sleep

hahahaha.....so nerd right, i know. but i enjoy it. i've been waiting for months for the time. i finish one book a day..sometimes, one and a half. hooked on to the Twilight saga now..it's a vampire romance/fantasy kinda thing. something like HP, but HP is way better, though the book reviews say otherwise. at least HP has 7 parts. this only has 4. it's annoying when it has to end. oh and this doesn't really involve other people..more erm, self centered. o'course there has to be werewolves whr vampires are around and all that, but oh STOP IT. im rambling again. teehee. sorry.

that's life for now

Another October.

2008 is coming to an end. Anyone care to share stories of accomplished personal goals or of goals that are nearing completion?

And guess what? I'm still craving for cake. Oh ya, I put on weight people! Celebrate with me! =)

The Square Root of Three

hey i found this...kinda cute:

by David Feinberg
I'm sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that's good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I'll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed

HELLO

Hey guys!

OMG. im always looking for blogs to read and have always felt like i was missing something but didn't know what. then suddenly today i realise i haven't been reading class blog! Haha.

Anyway, nothing much is new with me. Fourth semester ending in INTI, and soon am gonna have TWO MONTHS holiday! Woots~! This semester not much, just took US History and Statistics (which is SO much better than calculus and algebra, i assure you). Gonna have to start uni applications soon...its a headache that hits me constantly. Like, what else is as cumbersome as applications. why do they need to know so much? ISh. I think the worst is not knowing who to ask to write my recommendations. and it's a darn pity Pn. Suraya is not around anymore.

anyway, i'm considering 5 uni's....in Ohio, Indiana, Pennsylvania, Wisconsin, and Maryland respectively. teehee. I'm still not sure whether to major in Political Science and Sociology. and i think to those whom i've had this dilemma-convo with countless times must be so sien and fed up with me by now haahah. *aahh*

not much happening in my life now lah..it's just a transition period, i guess. For everyone too, i suppose =).

take care people *hugs*

On The 1st Day Of My PMR Holidays...

...was my 1st (and HOPEFULLY, my last) day of disaster. I'm so friggin' screwed today. I had actually thought today I'm having morning tuition~!!!!! After calling my tuitionmate, THEN I realised it was tomorrow!!! To make matters worse, I wasn't the driver...

Why?! O why?!! WHY didn't I follow my instincts to confirm the days last night?! Maybe it was the fact that I was worrying(FOR NO PARTICULAR REASON, I later found out) about having two extra classes in one day; I have another one this evening, THAT I'm very sure!

*Sigh* Guess I have to prepare myself for another earful in the car later... Hope it's not worse than the one before~

Wow, it's been like ages since I (or anyone) have been updating the blog... I understand that it's the exam, STPM and, if I must add, lazy time of the year. No offence though, people; I'm one of them lazy butts too...

Since I have absolutely NO idea on what to say, I'll just post a story I made for the school magazine. I know it's kinda long, but I hope you enjoy it!

Randal looked at his watch. A quarter pass their meeting time, yet still no sign of her. It was rare of her to be late. Unless, God forbid, something happened to her on the way here. He shook his head. Their meeting place – the park – was not far from her house, and there were already joggers and people walking their dogs. Which brainless idiot would rob someone on a busy day as this?
The same brainless idiot who targets girls who are obviously carrying something worth hundreds. Say, a violin, maybe? After all, she can’t scream for help, can she? After what that cancer did to her years ago…
He froze. Why didn’t he think of that before? He should’ve stuck to his suggestion to practice at her home. But she insisted they do it at the park. “To enhance their concentration on what they’re playing, amid the noise the busy city offers,” was her reason.
As he was considering on what to do, his cellphone vibrated; he had received a message. He opened it, and relief washed over him like cold water when he saw the message’s sender.
Where are you? I can’t see you. She wrote.
At the park, of course. He replied. Where are you? I’ll come to you.
Park entrance, North gate.
True enough, when Randal reached the entrance, there she stood, violin case in hand. Standing beside her was, to his horror, her identical twin sister. She was the first to speak.
“About time. Do you know the meaning of ‘punctuality’? Or you don’t even know such word exists? Do you have any idea how long she has been waiting for you? Twenty minutes!”
“I wasn’t late,” he protested. “I was waiting inside, near the fountain, just like what Saori wrote.”
“Oh, now you want to be Tom Cruise. If I remember correctly, Saori wrote in her letter to meet you at the park’s NORTH GATE, not the park’s FOUNTAIN. Are you a dyslexic or something?”
Her acidic words, as always, left him speechless and guilty. He hung his head low, shoulders stooped, shame coursing through his body like a contagious disease. Then, a hand touched his shoulder gently. He looked up to see a smiling Saori, her cellphone in front of them so that only he could read its contents.
Don’t mind Kaori. She failed her driving exam yesterday. For the second time.
Randal stifled a laugh, resulting a snort. Saori giggled, her sister staring at them in confusion.
Saori and Kaori Hanabusa. He made friends with them when they were in primary school. Despite being twins, their personalities varied greatly; Saori being the soft-spoken, friendly one while Kaori the rough, active one. It was no surprise the latter was protective of the former. Both Randal and Saori had the same dream though; to be well-known violinists. Everyday, after violin class, they would gather at her house to practice. The routine lasted for years, until tragedy struck. At the age of twelve, Saori had a bad sore throat that lasted for weeks. When examined, doctors confirmed she had throat cancer. Surgery was performed immediately. It was successful, but it robbed her of her voice in the process. During that duration, Randal continued practicing at home, visiting Saori after that. Two years later, she was discharged. She continued practicing the violin, her touch haven’t wavered. By then, Randal had already mastered the instrument.
Now, at 21, they were invited to play in a local orchestra. The band had a live performance around the corner, and was suddenly short of two violinists. That was how Randal and Saori ended up at the park, a week before the main event.

***************************************

Generally, the hospital hall was eerily silent, especially at night. That night was suddenly disrupted by a young man’s frantic calls, “Somebody get me a doctor, now!” The door opened, revealing a man and a woman. In the man’s arms was another woman that looked like the other, only her face was ghostly pale.
“I’m a doctor. Explain your situation briefly.”
“It’s Saori. We just finished a live orchestra performance when she fainted. Please do something, doctor! Her body’s cold!”
The doctor in charge examined Saori’s eyes. “This is serious. Nurse! Get a stretcher and take her to the ER. Sir, place her here, easy does it. Now, I want both of you to wait outside.”

***************************************

The doctor-in-charge told them Saori had second stage liver cancer and needed a transplant as soon as possible. Since their parents were on vacation, Kaori volunteered to donate hers. The doctor took her blood to determine whether her liver could be accepted by her sister without difficulties. While waiting for the results, Kaori walked towards a distraught Randal.
“Here, for you,” Kaori handed a crimson-coloured envelope to Randal. “Saori told me to give this letter to you if something ever happened to her. Something about asking you to promise her.”
“Why?” Randal stood up, glaring at her angrily. “Why are you so relaxed when your own sister is about to…die?!” He spat out the last word like it was poison to his tongue.
Without warning, Kaori grabbed his collar and yanked him hard towards her, their face almost touched. Anger flared in her eyes, and, did he saw sadness? Whatever it was, it disappeared behind the fury.
“Is that what you think about Saori? You think she’s too weak to fight this cancer again? I’m disappointed with you, Randal.” Her grip tightened, almost suffocating him. “You think I’m not worried about her? She’s my sister, for Heaven’s sake! How can I not worry?!” She let him go, but not without pushing him first.
“Unlike you, I believe she can pull through. Just like she did nine years ago.” Moments later, the doctor returned and gave her a thumbs up. As the staff prepared her, she called for Randal.
“Do me a favour, will you?”

***************************************

“Hey there. How have you been? Sorry I couldn’t visit you often. You know, work and other stuff. You get my point. Speaking of that, I’m sorry again because I can’t be here for long. Family plans, you know.
It’s been six years since that surgery. For the past few weeks, I never failed to visit your sister. And I never forget to bring her favourite flowers, too, just like I promised you I would. We got married three years later, and in return, she gave me a baby girl. Yes, I named her after you and yes, I’ll cherish both of them. I’ll never disappoint her again like last time, I assure you. Our pay’s quite good, you know?”
As if on cue, he heard footsteps, followed by a little girl’s voice, “Daddy!”
“Hey, Kaori my love,” Randal picked up his daughter. Behind them, Saori looked on serenely. “Shall we go now?” he asked.
“Let’s go! Let’s go!” Kaori chimed. Saori nodded.
After placing the flowers onto Kaori Hanabusa’s tombstone and said a prayer, they took their leave.

Don't kill the blog! :(

Hi guys,

How's everyone?

Thought I'd update since I haven't done so in ages (years?). It'll be short (have work to do :( ) but it's better than nothing, right?

Well, it's week 10 of sem 2, my last week of uni before the long-awaited mid-term break (yay!). We get two weeks off and then go back to uni for 3 weeks before we have our final exams. It's really silly how we have the mid term break only after 10 weeks. Everyone's pretty much suffering from a burnout by now...

This sem has been hectic to say the least. At one point I had like 5 assignments due and 2 exams in the space of 2 weeks. Didn't think I would survive! Really glad that's over...

Anyway, I'm working on a lego robotics project at the moment. It's pretty fun.. I feel like a kid again, playing with Lego :). I have to get it to navigate through a maze. It's not working just yet but hopefully it will. I have to give a seminar about it too. Not looking forward to that... But I'm not half as bad at presenting as I was in school anymore, thankfully. Haha. Like seriously, how bad was I? o_o

Ok, I gotta get back to working on my Physics assignment now. Is anyone doing Physics? Special Relativity is so hard to get your head around! It's such a cool concept though. Here's a bit of trivia for ya.. Did you know that time slows down for objects moving close to the speed of light? Physics is seriously awesome :).

Hmm I think I shall end my post with some random pics of stuff

This is a tiny google streetview image of the house I'm living in... I get to move on campus next sem. Can't wait!

Canberra centre... The biggest mall around here. It's not too bad although it's nowhere as big as 1U and midvalley.

Uni Avenue during winter. I love how hauntingly beautiful the bare winter trees look... I'm not a very good photographer. The picture doesn't quite do them justice.

And this is Amy, the baby I live with. She's about 18 months old and learning how to talk :).

Yea, that's it for now..

Don't kill the blog kl!

Emz

Copy - Pasting

Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighboring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him but was moved by Arthur's youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer and, if after a year, he still had no answer, he would be put to death.

The question was: What do women really want?

Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, And to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, He accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end. He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone: The princess, the priests, the wise men, and even the court jester. He spoke with everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer.

Many people advised him to consult the old witch, For only she would have the answer. But the price would be high as the witch was famous through out the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged. The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no choice but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer the question, but he would have to agree to her price first. The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, The most noble of the Knights of the Round Table, And Arthur's closest friend! Young Arthur was horrified.


She was hunch-backed and hideous, had only one tooth, Smelled like sewage, made obscene noises, etc. He had never encountered such a repugnant creature in all his life. He refused to force his friend to marry her and endure such a terrible burden,but Lancelot, having learnt of the proposal, spoke with Arthur. He said nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur's life. And the Round Table. Hence, a wedding was proclaimed and the witch answered.

Arthur's question thus: 'What a woman really wants?' She said, 'Is to be in charge of her own life.'Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth. And that Arthur's life would be spared. And so it was. The neighboring monarch granted Arthur his freedom. And Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding. The honeymoon hour approached and, Lancelot, steeling himself for a horrific
experience, entered the bedroom but, what a sight awaited him. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen lay before him on the bed.

The astounded Lancelot asked what had happened. The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she appeared as a witch, She would henceforth be her horrible and deformed self only half the time. And the beautiful maiden the other half.

Which would you prefer? She asked him. 'Beautiful during the day ..... or at night?'Lancelot pondered the predicament. During the day he could have a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch! Or, Would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day? But by night a beautiful woman for him to share his thoughts, intimate moments with?

What would YOUR choice be?

What Lancelot chose, is given below:
Noble Lancelot, knowing the answer the witch gave Arthur to his question, He said that he would allow HER to make the choice herself. Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time. Because, he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life.

Now... what is the moral to this story?
1) There is witch in every woman no matter how beautiful she is!
2) If you don't let a woman have her own way, things are going to get ugly.

So, always remember:
IT'S EITHER 'HER WAY' OR IT'S 'NO WAY' !!!

well... what now?

sigh... the feeling of finality is closing in...

its been 2 years since we parted and so many of us are now gone.
US, Australia, India... not just the overseas people are distant now.
even those closer to home have become almost strangers - the man on the street you say "hi" just to be polite.

*sigh*
so.... what now? where do we go from here? do we let our bond fall apart like sand through our fingers...? personally... i dunno. it was a hell of a good 2 years i spent with you guys...and some even more than that.

making friends, losing friends...

*sigh*

.......................~What Now?~.............................

A Bird's Story

http://www.starlightbirdie.blogspot.com/

This is a story of a bird. Who scored 14 As and drowned the whole Delta. And while he/it looked so perverted in photographs, I absolutely love him/it when he/it talks. Yup, Albert - famously known as Bird is blogging and leaving soon. To University of Michigan Ann Arbor on 15th of August. We've been questioning why he can't fly but now he'll be flying. For real! This guy is one heck of a joker. Why? He talks nothing but rubbish. Let me show you why I say so :

He says he :
Talks a lot(90% crap,rubbish n watsoever).Likes pink color because it is lovely n lively.Tall because ppl around me are shorter than me.Follows whatever my moods lead me.Loves to spend time in front my lappy.Interested in almost everything including gaming,reading,cooking and etc(depends on mood).Lastly,hopes to see someone again.

Talks a lot. 90% rubbish. Faker. 99.99% of what he say is bird-talk. Pink. He fell in love with pink since who-knows-when but ever since he's only wearing pink. No joke.

He says : Very messy. Need to bring so many stuff. Sumore need to wear clothes inside.Very de sexy 1 the cloth. Stuck to the skin.Make me feel damn hot but i very happy when I put on the shirt. Makes me look very sexy.Suddenly feel so thin even I din exercise. Too bad the no pink color.

He's referring to the things he packed upon leaving. And here is the picture :


I find it very amusing. What a guy! Lol. Anyway, it's been great having you around. Good thing you got changed from S1 a few years back. Told you that we have the most fun bunch of out all. Have fun in Michigan my friend. Same to Kuhan!

5S2 Reunion in McD BBT Jusco

Kailiang eating ice cream

I sort of jumble up the photos

Because I Want to Eat Cake

Hey guys , lets meet up at Secret Recipe in Jusco Bukit Tinggi at 6.30 pm this Saturday. We can go for a movie or just sit and talk. You know to catch up with each other. Spread the news yea?

• Secret Recipe in Jusco Bukit Tinggi
• 6.30pm - Saturday
• Activity - Anything you people want
  

About the gathering on Friday, 27th June 2008

Hi people, there are a few things that I want to make sure of.

1. Has anyone informed Emily about this outing?

2. Is the venue and time confirmed?

3. I think only about 5 people read this blog so basically most of our classmates don't know about this outing.

4. Unless all the information (time, venue, activity, who's going) is confirmed then it's difficult to spread the news to others.


By the way, I can't go this Friday night because I have to go for something else. Sorry people!

mamak? again?

hey ppl...

after discussing with kl, we're planning to have a gathering next friday night or sat night..d place? not sure..time? not sure..but all we know is we're definitely having it!! emily will be back from australia..cj is back to klang..so 'pendek kata', we SHALL and SHOULD have a gathering..

so rite now, let us decide d venue, time and day ya..den, spread this news out to everyone...u guys can 'fully' utilize the chatbox in our blog to give ur suggestions..or even, we have a great and wonderful technology named handphone..

aligato..announcement over! hope to hear from u ppl.."p

*sigh*

for a while now i've been chatting up somebody... (i hear people saying OMG)
i've known her since the lot of us (i mean us durian ppl) were in secondary (now you guys are like OMGWTFBBQ!!!? hide for so long??) but i only started chatting this year. so we chat and chat and chat some more...

about 2 months chatting (time flies eh) and i finally get enough b@ll$ to tell her.
and what happens... im the OTHER guy. like WTF. best part? i was 4days later than the other fella... T_T

haih... at least we're still good friends. ~_~"

of petrol and books..

Friday June 6, 2008
Petrol, power price rise effects begin to kick in
PETALING JAYA: The effects of the increase in fuel price and electricity tariffs have started to kick in.
Just a day after the announcement of the increases, the following developments have taken place:
> Bus and lorry companies announced that they are increasing charges or will be forced to stop services;
> The Federation of Malaysian Manufacturers said its members will pass on any increase in costs to consumers;
> Hawkers and other food operators will wait and see before raising prices; and
> The KLCI closed 29.56 points down, to 1223.56 points. Plantation and banking counters as well as PLUS were the most affected.
Not all was gloomy, however. Transport Minister Datuk Ong Tee Keat said he is looking at whether more reductions on road tax can be given

ONE word to describe everything that's happening now...EXPENSIVE!!

i'm sure all of you are well aware that petrol prices went up AGAIN!! can't remember how many times d price has gone up since our 'beloved' PM lahdulab(juz incase..u know la, our police love to 'belanja us drinking coffee over 'sensitive' issues) took over the government..do u all realized how much this will cost all of us..well, especially ME!!? i have to travel up and down everyday to college..and this price-rising definitely will cost me a BOMB!!

and i'm sure due to this petrol thing, inflation is bound to happen..sooner or later..and oh mine, food, water, clothes, book, transportation..the basic needs of human-us..

so..only one solution..i will dutifully stay back in hostel from monday till friday (save petrol!!)..eat cafeteria food (no more mcD, kfc, secret recipe, pak li kopitiam..) and probably try pestering JPA to give more allowance? heheh=)

~hui theng

P.S btw swee ling, i went to the book fest too with my friends..and i proudly present our purchases.."p

yea..all of us spent a least 2 hundreds for those treasures..hey!! this book shopping spree happened b4 the petrol price thing..so it is JUSTIFIED to spend money these way..hahah

The Attack of the Spywares

My computer's currently battling 6 (or above in the days to come) spywares. Although I have installed free antivirus software, they just kept coming! So much for me playing game during the holidays... Spywares lag my computer, and I totally despise them!!!

Yesterday, I went to the Bookfest held by Popular in Suria KLCC, Hall 1-5. So friggin' cold~!!! Managed to buy 9 books; I could read all day baby~!!! Well, not really... STPM comes first as usual. But once that's over~ heheh... I'm so free that I could swim with my books.

Truth be told, I was hoping to bump into anyone of you over there~

Colours?

From The Star :

Kuala Lumpur : A Malaysian group condemned the uniform worn by girls at government schools, saying it encouraged rape and pre-marital sex.

“The white blouse is too transparent for girls and it becomes a source of attraction,” National Islamic Students Association of Malaysia vice-president Minirah Bahari said in a statement.

“It becomes a distraction to men, who are drawn to it, whether or not they like looking at it,” she said, calling for a review of uniform policy so that it did not violate Islamic ideals.

In multicultural Malaysia, home to majority-Muslim Malays as well as ethnic Chinese and Indians, female students at government schools have a choice of wearing a white blouse with a knee-length skirt or pinafore.

They may also wear a “baju kurung” and a headscarf is optional for Malay students.

Munirah said that “covering up” according to Islamic precepts was important to fend off social ills, including “rape, sexual harassment and even premarital sex.”

“This leads to babies born out of wedlock and, to an extent, even prostitution,” she said.

“Decent clothes which are not revealing can prevent and protect women from any untoward situations,” she said, suggesting that girls wear a blouse of a different colour or with an undergarment.

However, the girls themselves also came in for criticism, with the association saying that some used the white blouse to lure men.

“This is the source of the problem, where we can see that schoolgirls themselves are capable of using this to attract men to them,” Munirah said.

“This could see them getting molested, having premarital sex and all sorts of things.”

I find the claims to be pretty amusing. It's like saying 'I'm in white. Come do me?' People who made the comments. Out of all things , they decided to attack on uniforms. I believe nobody will ever asked to be raped. For normal people that is. Even if girls are in white , doesn't mean guy will be aroused. We have better things to think about at times. Like how Man Utd beat Chealsea? Their jobs? Their outings with friends? Games?

If white is such a distasteful colour , why don't we make everything black? Black shouldn't cause any issues I guess? Wearing black to me is like baking yourself in an oven. It's extremely hot if you're under the sun with all the black cloth covering you. Oh , black made you hot? Guess black is not the right colour after all...

JPA new policy....

It has been a year since i've gotten JPA scholarships..and recently, JPA scholarship results were released.. on the 11th of May 2008, and it's really great to hear that they've increased the number of grants by 200, making it a total of 2,000 this year.
Kudos to those who've made it through - you're the creme de la creme. It's like winning a jackpot, some might say. But to those who didn't make it, do not fret. According to Tan Sri Ismail from the Public Service Department, from this year, anyone who gets in to an Ivy League (America), Oxford/Cambridge (UK), and the Group of Eight in Australia, will be granted PSD scholarship (in specified fields such as Medicine, Pharmacy, Engineering, Biotech, etc...). Can't believe it? Read again. I was pretty shocked too when I first read it. Full article here.I can't help but feel a little skeptical about it. I mean, of course it is good that the government is offering more opportunities to students who otherwise cannot afford an oversea education. If you're not offered PSD at Spm level, the option before you now is work your ass off in ALevels and secure yourself a place in those Unis. Meaning, you actually get to chose! You have a chance of choosing which country you're aiming for. Ok, maybe not the Ivies or Oxford or Cambridge, but the Group of 8? We all know that it's fairly easy to get admitted. And there's always IDP, who does practically everything for you to make sure you get admitted, as long as you pay them the cash.The Group of 8 in Australia consists of
University of Adelaide
Australian National University (ANU)
University of Melbourne
Monash University
University of New South Wales (UNSW)
University of Queensland
University of Sydney
University of Western Australia
As long as you're admitted to one of those, the scholarship is yours. Isn't it a lil unfair to previous scholars like us? I'm fortunate enough to be sent to the States, but how about the others who were sent to Indonesia or some less desired destinations? They don't even have the opportunity to chose. There's no either or.I find this rather ironical. People who can get into Ivies/Oxbridge most probably don't even need PSD scholarship. Most of the Ivies are need blind, meaning even if the applicant applies for financial aid, his chance of getting admitted will not be affected. And of course, private Universities like those listed also offer merit-based scholarships. On the other hand, students who are less sound financially, who really need PSD, might be too poor to even attend ALevels.There's another option. According to the article,
"if you get into a local foreign university (a foreign university that has a Malaysian campus) - Nottingham, Monash, Curtin, and Swinburne - you are also eligible for a PSD scholarship."Ok, meaning,Ivies + Oxbridge + GO8 + Nottingham + Curtin + Swinburne. How difficult can that be?
Anyway, it's a good sign. So, if you don't get offered by the PSD overseas program, it's not end of the world. There are still alot of open avenues.

CALCULUSSS....

Our life can be consumed in so many ways and by so many entities. Well, the general larger-than-life examples would be cliche things like love, work, love, work, sex, love, work…….
But life can get pretty screwed up. Especially in INTEC.
This summer, I was proudly introduced to an life-changing rascal by the name Calculus. Her exterior is rather fat in relative terms. And f***ing heavy too. Not the ideal friend one has in mind right?
We started off pretty rough. Our first few dates didn’t go that well. I was too pushy I guess. But like a fair share of relationships, love sprung unexpectedly. I melted at heart and in the midst of absolute “lovey-dovey” blurness, we decided to stay committed.

BAD CHOICE.

She’s freaking demanding and has a ferocious appetite for attention. It wasn’t good enough that I willingly spent my first few hours dating her. She demanded for more. And as a gentleman (AHERM), I gave in. Soon from 2 hours stretched to 7. It drove me nuts. Even sex doesn’t take that long!
But the thing that wrenched an axe to my heart was the fact that she had been multiple-timing me all along. I spotted her dating several of my classmates. EVEN MY ROOMMATES WERE INVOLVED!! Male and female alike.

Ewww…….she’s definitely bi. But I digress.

Her name was floating in the air, captivating the minds of innocent adolescence, purging them to an eternal vituperative lashes of zombiefy-ing moments. She was the reason for everything. Every rush, every tears, every stress, every pain….. So ubiquitous the name is, exemplifying Shakespeare’s ”What’s in a name?” mystique.
—
SCENE 1
(approaching a friend)
JW: HEY! You free or not this evening?
Friend: err….no…cannot lah…really cannot
JW: Eh? Why la?
Friend: Calculus

SCENE 2
(during dinner at Pak Li)
JW : Gosh…why lah you eating so fast? You wanna die early is it?
Friend: Calculus.

SCENE 3
(examining my friend’s face)
JW: Gosh! Pimples a lot already lah!!
Friend: Calculus.

SCENE 4
(during calculus class when the air condition broke down)
Lecturer: Why is the class so hot? *wiping sweat*
JW: Calculus

SCENE 5
(In the car with a friend)
JW: WEI! Drive carefully lah! You wanna get us all killed is it?? That’s a freaking bus man!
Friend: Sorry man! Sorry…..haish…calculus quiz this morning.

SCENE 6
(walking into the library, seeing a group of friends industriously studying away)
JW: Eh! What la you people studying??
Friends: *in unison* Calculus

wtf
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Calculus is the “WORD” in American Degree Foundation Program. It even deserves the same pedestal as the all time infamous ‘Four Letter Word’. It’s a word that summarizes everything so effectively, leaving the persona with so little to explain. It’s highly versatile in usage. It’s an adjective, noun, adverb, verb etc.
Here are some few examples:

Verb: I am calculus-ing!!
Meaning: DON’T FREAKING DISTURB ME YOU CRAP POT!! CAN’T YOU SEE THAT I’M BUSY! I’LL BLAST YOUR BALLS IF YOU DO THAT AGAIN!!
Noun: This is calculus
Meaning: You are in deep shit man. Expect the worse…..
Adjective: Gosh….calculus….
Meaning: Feeling perplex, insomniac, confused, lost, blur, tormented….. (pick one…on second thoughts..you can have all as well)

—
I wonder what would life be without calculus…..Quiz every Friday, Test next Tuesday……

Alright, gotta go to 7-11 to get some contraceptives.

Cause tonight, calculus and I are getting intimate.


DAMN YOU

~this was taken from my friend's blog..hehe..http://ourcoffeestops.com/

~hui theng~

random blog...

Here are some of the quotes my friends said:

~every girl is pretty but some are prettier than others-by mr jian wei (one of our national debaters) who talks craps most of the time BUT with logic..

~those girls who skip breakfast will have higher chances of not having sons in the future(by chiaw min and after googled it, i found it to be TRUE!! so gals, start eating!!)

~there is always a rainbow after rain.(yes people..keep this in heart!)

these are some of the random things i feel like blogging about..hahah

Doesn't he look familiar? yes, he's none other than our favourite ELEPHANT guy in 5s2 who changed the famous sonnet 18 to "shall i compare thee to a "roti canai"? hehe

i missed those moments when we used to go tuition together..when he joked about always getting 30 marks lower than me in all subjects(which is NONSENSE cj) and when he dreams on marrying Bank Negara..haha.. cj is a friend who never fail to amuses me with his remarks..haha..i bet he is reading this right now..sorry ya cj to use u as my subject this time..it's just so happened that u called me last night and i realized how much i miss ur company.."p

famous quote by cj-I LOVE FOOD-yes cj, we know..

just a little update about me..

~quiz every friday..test every 3 weeks..how miserable my life could be? (sobsss...)

~klang traffic is BAD!! yea..B-A-D!! imagine getting stuck in the traffic for one hour for a 15 minutes ride and u are super hungry and yea, not to mention, you are in the urge to go washroom!! now i hate driving..:s

~went out and celebrated cheryl b'day in pastamania last sat!! whoa..really enjoyed all ur company sisters..wish we were still in high school (cheeky smile)

that's roughly what i wanna blog about..and yes, i shall faithfully return to my CALCULUS book..and..studddyy..

~hui theng~

Marié Digby

Anyone know about Marié Digby? She's pretty and talented. Just enjoy the song :)

Stimulation Of Senses

KTM is seriously hopeless. This morning the train was delayed for 4o minutes+. Daily occurrence. Very annoying. Bumped into Shashi on my way back in the evening. Can't believe I've been taking the stupid train for so long. If you heard this phrase - 'Gangguan Waktu Perjalanan' you must prepare yourself to wait the train for at least another 10 minutes+. The worse thing is that when the train is late, the train will be awfully packed. Human sardine. You'll experience the most amazing feeling in the world. All kinds of smell will be there. You'll be skin to skin with other passengers. All you can see will be the person standing in front of you and all you can hear is the sound of the train moving. Indeed an experience which stimulates all the senses in your body.

JoAnn wrote:
i just realised that we didnt have class party last year :( . horrible nyer! i dont care we HAVE to have class party this year okay? go out somewhere to eat...steamboat, maybe? please please? havent seen you guys for ages.

Yea! Let's get somewhere! Exam will be next week. Those who are exam-free, enjoy yourself while you still can! So much to do in so little time...

juz a lil update about me

hey dear ex-classmates..

a lil update of myself...

juz finished my super hectic semester!! it's a huge relief to know that i will no longer be bombarded with tonnes of assignments, quizzes, tests, exams..(inhale and exhale breath slowly..)

now, i will be doing my summer semester(2 months)..haha..and guess what, i only have one subject this semester, calculus II..and my class is only 8 to 10 every day..yup..u din heard it wrongly..only 2 hours per day..it was supposed to be a great semester, but when u have a bunch of super studious frens(in other words, KIASU) around u, life couldn't be worse..IMAGINE ur life when ur roommate, housemates, neighbours(as in dormmates) study calculus 24/7..it's really torturing u noe..it's only d 2nd day of our semester, and they study as if there is a huge mega exam coming up!! dun get me wrong, i love my frens till bits, but sometimes..i juz need to avoid them sometimes..haha

GUESS WHAT I DO?

ur fren here, decides to travel up and down from college everyday(yup and yay, i am driving..grins..heheh)..which means HOME everyday..to escape from HELL!! LOL..home is the best place u could ever be..with tv, chunted connection, CHINESE food!!(mind u, i only eat malay food over there)..

that's a little update about me..hehe..hope to see others blog as well..


~hui theng~

Ola~!

hey people.

i just realised that we didnt have class party last year :( . horrible nyer! i dont care we HAVE to have class party this year okay? go out somewhere to eat...steamboat, maybe? please please? havent seen you guys for ages.

anyway, i just started my Semester 3. taking:

• Anthropology (do u envy me, Boonie?)
• Accounting
• Biology
• Microecons

hahaha hopefully i'll live la. Hmm. im bored. i've been sleeping more than 1o hours every night. teehee~

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Of Hats and Subjects

" With Literature, you can wear the yellow hat but with Law - it's the black hat all the time. "

- Mr. P, the stranger in the train

who feared
I might get whiplashed
from the way
I was sleeping
and
whose roof is leaking.
Oh,
and he frequents
the Internet Cafe
near my house
too.

Law , oh Law. Why must you be so black?
Okay, I sound like a colourist.
Whatever.

*

Which hat do you wear? White, red, black, yellow, green or blue?

Click HERE to know more about the Thinking Hats.

Close to You

Ah~

Alone; A Fictional Story I've Created

It started with my MUET teacher encouraging us 6AA2 students to write anything for our school (or ex-school to most of you) since it'll be our last year. One morning, I had a story stuck in my head until I couldn't sleep in the car on my way to school. So here it goes...

It was a fine day. The Mother of Light shone her glorious rays onto our planet, giving life to Mother Nature. A pair of yellow mynahs flew across the neatly-trimmed field, a sight I had not seen for a while. Not far from where I was, a magpie sang proudly, the wind carrying its melodious voice for anyone who cared to listen.

Tranquility – a feeling I had not experienced for a long time.

Where am I, you might ask. Well, my answer would be a place where it would always be crowdedon weekdays. Need more clues? Sure. This particular place is noisy during the day and dead quiet by nightfall. Still can’t figure out? All right, how about this – the place consists of students and teachers. Right you are! I’m in a secondary school. Ironically, I’m not where I’m supposed to be.

You have to forgive me for playing with your mind. It’s just that I like to speak in riddles, or else this whole conversation would be boring, won’t it? Or has it become boring to you? If so, I apologise for that, but please humour me a while longer. I’ll go easy on you this time.

Back to the point. As some of you had found out by now, I’m not in class at the moment. To be more specific, I’m on top of one of the trees in the school field. Yes, I am running away and no, it’s not from the discipline teacher. It’s Life that I’m avoiding.

Life has been unkind to me. Schoolwork keeps pouring in like a waterfall; rough, vicious and unforgiving. Although it was indirect, I knew the teachers were expecting excellent results from me. I could tell by their endless praises and encouragement. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t mean to blow my own trumpet, but that’s reality, and reality sometimes bites you hard. They might not notice, but they were really giving me a hard time in maintaining my results.

Pressure; that’s the word that explains it all.

Truth be told, I can’t handle even the slightest pressure. Pressure makes me panic easily, never failed to get me distracted, and eventually I’ll lose my cool. I started talking harshly, spitting obscenities once in a while to my friends for no apparent reason whatsoever. In the end, their numbers slowly diminish, and no matter how much I apologise, I will never get back the feeling to have such great, helpful, and funny friends.

Things were much more unpleasant back home. I was constantly the victim of their incessant quarrels. “Their” refers to my parents, for your information. Worse comes to worse, when one of them throws in the towel (storming off after a row, to be exact), I would be the lucky substitute for one of their bickerings and shoutings. Imagine being called a “stupid, hopeless child of his” or an “idiotic, good-for-nothing child of hers.”

Well, I guess I have to end my sad, sappy story here. Seems like some school prefects on duty patrol have found me. The look on their faces is expected, but there are things that still puzzles me though – what made them look at me like that?

Is it because of the way I dress?

Is it because of the way I look?

Or is it because of my rotting body, suspended in the air, a thick rope biting through my neck, and bulging red eyes staring lifelessly down at them?

By the way, thanks for spending time with me. I‘m looking forward to another pleasant chat with you. Next time, why don’t you bring along some friends? Why not?

They always say “the more the merrier”, right?

So, how was it? Did it have a suspense/shocking effect on you? If not, then I have failed to impress the readers. By the way... NEVER, EVER TRY THIS ANYWHERE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, SO DON'T SUE ME, OKAY?!

Shoes or Chocolates?

I saw Wei Ren's personal message on his MSN.

Wei Ren - Make a wish. "I wanna be irresistible to women!" *POOF!* A box of chocolate!

I think shoes are more irresistible to women. Am I right or am I wrong? I know some girl friends who dislike chocolates. There are some who dislike shoes too. Chocolates might be too sweet sometimes. Fattening of course. No doubt there are chocolates which are fat-free. Shoes with heels hurts? Is that true? Shoes that aren't too high won't hurt much do they?

So, the thing is which is better? Shoes or chocolates?

A for Apple

A long time ago… there was a huge apple tree..

A little boy loved to play with it....

He loved to climb the tree, loved to eat apples…loved to take a nap under its shadow

Years moved on…

The boy grew up…

And he no longer played around the tree .. .. .. One day the boy returned….

The tree called him.. “Hi.. Come and play with me..”

The boy replied.. “I am not a kid. I don’t play with tree” “I play with toys. I need money to buy toys.”

The tree said… “I don’t have money but you can take all my apples and sell them. You will get
the money.”

The boy picked all the apples of the tree and went away.. He sold the apples and obtained money… he bought lots of toys…

But he didn’t return … .. The tree was again sad… .. ..

One day the boy came, he is a
young man now…….

The tree said… “HI… Why are you sad? Come and sit under my shadow… I am feeling very lonely without you...”

The man (boy) said… “I don’t have time… I work for my family… I want to build a home for them… I need money…”

The tree said.. “I don’t have money… You can take my branches and trunk… and build your home…”

The man (boy) became happy…

He cut all the branches and trunk of the tree…

And built a home for his family….

Again the tree became alone.. .. The man (boy) didn’t return.. … Time moved on ..

After a long while the man (boy) came back.. .. He was so old… looking sad… tired… and lonely..

The tree asked him.. “Why are you sad.. I wish.. I can help you but I don’t have apples.. I don’t have branches…. I don’t even have shadow…

Nothing to offer you…

The old man (boy) replied… “I am tired of my life… I am alone…” I just need you… Can I sit down at your roots.”

The old man (boy) sat down .. Both were happy & weeping …

Is the boy really cruel and selfish?

Most of us are all like him… treating our parents like that….

The tree is like our parents. We love to play with them when we were kids… We leave them alone…and remember them only when…

We are in need or in trouble

We don’t have time for our parents…

No matter what, parents will always give everything….

To make us happy and solve our problems…

And in return what they want is …. just our company!

Please love your parents… Don’t forget about them… Give them Time… Give them your company…

They will be happy by seeing you happy.

The HOrrible Stench

courtesy of JoDee (who is my sis btw..in case u ppl dunno)

It stinks up here again.That horrible stench is coming from the cat poop.Again.Ok, first let me tell u the background of the cat story.

About 2 months ago, this mother cat(neighbour's)had 3 kittens. 2 orange-y, 1 grey-ish. And because the grey one was grey in colour, unlike the mother cat and her other two kittens, she abandoned it(goodness knows where)and that kitten was never seen around our neighbourhood ever again.Seriously..

And for some reason,the upstairs balcony of my house happens to be like the cats' favourite hangout place.

So she has 2 orange kittens.Initially she'd like to separate her two kittens, taking them down from my balcony in turns.

But since last month, the mother cat seemed to have abandoned this particular orange(with stripes) kitten upstairs.She still visits her striped orange kitten here occasionally(at least some part of her is still feeling some mother-cat-responsibility), but she's mainly living downstairs with her other orange kitten downstairs, in my neighbour's hse.We have even fed the striped kitten sometimes.Haha.

So this striped orange kitten(hmm..okay let's call it Tiger.Lol.)appears at the window of my mum's bathroom sometimes.It's way eerie i tell u.You'll just casually turn on the light, mentally prepared 2 do whatever u were planning to do, and before u can even close the bathroom door, you'll hear a loud meow..You look up and bam there the kitten is, perched comfortably at the window.
Meowing loudly looking for sympathy.
Staring at u.

You can't even do anything anymore.I mean, it's staring at u.So usually when Tiger appears at the window, i'll just look at it, back out, and use the bathroom downstairs.

That day(sometime last week)Tiger appeared again.At the window of my mum's bathroom.And i decided that i wasnt gonna take this appearing and disappearing from this cat anymore.I mean, i even had to sacrifice the leisure of using my mum's bathroom sometimes.So what did i do? I talked to Tiger.At certain points, it almost seemed as if Tiger understood me.Hahaha.The conversation(or monologue, more like) went something like this:

Me:You have to stop doing this.You're a grown cat now, anyway.You're not a little kitten anymore.And this is the human world. What are u even doing here? Ur world is downstairs, there with ur mother and sibling and all the others.You can't keep doing this, and we can't keep feeding u..You're grown up now and gotta take care of urself, find ur own food.Do those stuff that a normal cat would do.Yea, why cant u be normal and go find ur other cat friends, huh?

Tiger: -looks stunt that i was talking to it..then suddenly looks down, looking sad, with a little frown on its face, as if it was taking in whatever that i was telling it-

Me: Yea, it's true.Whatever im telling u is true, isnt it?

Tiger:-frowns even more-

Me: Yea..that's what u gotta do. Are u scared to jump down or smtg? U have to learn how to do all this as a cat.Finding ur own food, especially.We can't keep feeding u all the time, you know.U have to be independent.

Tiger:-suddenly stands up, stretches, gives a big yawn.Then turns around, with its back facing me, and plops down again.-

Me:Oh, look at that. U've got ur back facing me now.I'm boring u, huh? Am i boring u?!

Tiger:-no respond-

Me:Oh, all right.But i'm just reminding u that u can't stay here forever, ok? U have to leave.Find ur own life. Live it as a cat should.Which is downstairs, not up here.Find ur own cat friends!*lectures it a bit more*

Tiger: -stands up, stretches, and pauses for a moment.then looks down, after hesitating again, it jumps down(either to the roof or to my neighbour's or somewhere).

Me: -blinks.-Did it get my message?

Haha.I surprised myself by talking to the cat.I actually talked to it..goodness.

And before this, it has already pooped on the balcony about twice.Everytime it does, mum has to wash the balcony.And i thought after my pep-talk with it, it wouldn't come back here again(haha);mum tried to chase it downstairs too.

But that horrible stench is back.Cat poop.

Either Tiger's, or the mother cat's, or another member of the clan..Hmm.

Joseph Wei Ren

Crap what happened to the class blog? Joseph and Wei Ren acting like gays fighting over Jeff Dunham? Want to fight also fight for someone like Sophia Bush or Leah Dizon la... But nvm la since you ppl keeping this blog alive.

We're back to the basic blog skins. The song Tear drops on my Guitar still remains. Gay song XD..

XD

"By Joseph"

Wei Ren..Eh..dude..if i'm gay...u're...ah..never mind..lol..i hav a collection of his vids la..tot i'd juz recommend to our class la yo..dat's why i said i'm sure some of u would hav heard of him..

lol..Gotta work wei..weekend gone d..projects and all kind of crap flying my way..Take care people..
Peace out y'all!
Josef
"p

joseph is old and gay...

WOAHAHAHAHHAHAAAA!!

but really la... jeff dunham? i have his vids favourite-d on youtube.

if you really want em... i've just posted em...

and if you REALLY REALLY want em... ask me... i can download for you >_<

KL..add tis video to our blog man..

Tis dude..Jeff Dunham is great man..if u havnt heard of him (which i'm sure u already have..) he's a ventriloquist:
An entertainer who makes their voice seem to come from a dummy of a person or animal.

Search him out on YouTube..he should be there..sum wacky crazy original things..not your regular ventriloquist..check out his dummies: Peanut, Jose, and this scene with Peanut, his dummy, Jose, a worm..crazy..but..it's old and he's still inexperienced during that time..check out his latest..Achmed, the Dead Terrorist..classic..

5S2..forever remembered

5S2..2006..made to RoCk the WORLD!!
World....here we come...be prepared....

lol..

Good one KL..Two thumbs up..

Must comment on your great effort to keep the class together wei!! Sorry sorry ya..been..S-U-P_e-R BUSY..but..like wat Kai Liang said..it's no excuse..but i got no internet connection in my room on campus..expensive la d rates..(CUT ThroATs!! Leeches!!)

Updates on me life:

• Finals for the Mr Nottingham's on Friday!! Shit..still cant rmbr my dance moves..the event's in sum place in 1-U..i think it's on Facebook..(damn..pic of me looks fat.. =p)

• Tests every alternate week..two assignments due on same week..lab reports every alternate week.

• Now takin break from studyin and doing work, so blogged..lol

• Foundation swimming team tapou-ed the other faculties in the Swimming relay event in Notts games!! Yea! =)

• Feel kinda bad cuz almost langgar people during swimming..should hav been disqualified..but the management of the event was quite poor..(7 teams..6 lanes..how la? Sure will langgar wen la..) I'm an official Grade 1 swimming official under FINA -equivalent to FILA..except tis is under aquatic sports..and according to FINA.."Each swimmer is to be designated an individual lane which is to be defined as a blue T line which is at a minimum depth of 5m"..and "If however there are more swimmers than the number of lanes provided, heats/groups should be created based on the individuals best times." If two heats were created; a group of 3 ppl and 2nd group of 4 ppl..it would hav been better..

• The lane ropes weren't there + the rules weren't stated + the pool was dark + i was too used to swim following the blue line = I ter-kick people..

• Hehe..accident wei..sorry ya Dada (the guy's name...lol..he's from Pakistan..or was it India? Hmm..he's from E&E faculty..electrical and electronics)

• But I was a full body length away from him..according to the planning committee, "There was no point to rematch as it was obvious that the placings would still be the same" as said by Haravinth (the Student Association Sports Officer..honestly..a lot of ppl very disappointed with his management..but..it was the issue of lacking of man-power la..not his fault also..blame Malaysian attitude..lol..the "Don't-Care-la-attitude")

Malaysian Attitude..the bane of our Nation..

Abolish "Malaysian Attitude", Make Malaysia A Better Place..

WTH?!

by 9tal3dKitsun3

3 days ago...in my class...

PA Teacher : Class, I have an announcement to make.

Class : *Quietened down a little*

PA Teacher : Just now, I have spoken with the other PA teacher. There seems to be a change in next week's Monthly Test PA questions.

Class : *Now it had really quietened down*

PA Teacher : Instead of giving 60 objective queations about "Sistem Perundangan M'sia", we'll give you 10 subjective questions about that topic...

Class : *Eyes bulging*

PA Teacher : ...2 graphs...

Class : *Jaws dropped*

PA Teacher : ...and all must finish within 1 hour and 45 minutes.

Class : *Must be thinking "OMG..."*

PA Teacher : And one more thing...

Class : *Stare in horror*

PA Teacher : Today's April Fool.

Class : WHAT THE HELL???!!!

PS : Most of it typed are true except the Class's dialogue. All of us got fooled. By the way, the Test's next Monday...*sigh*

Tell me!

by Kai Liang

Been seeing a lot of people while I was wasting my time around college today. Do you think its best for us to know more people or less people? My bro had always been asking me to make more friends and get to know more people. To me, sometimes knowing too many people are troublesome. Herm, I would say I'm the type of person who enjoys the company of certain groups of people only. People who I don't like that much, I would prefer them not to be around me. Makes me feel awkward. Oh well, guess I'm not good at socializing after all... But I feel weird when people say I know a lot people. I don't think I have much friends. Yup, pathetic but I'm actually kind of glad to know less people. Am I self-centered? Some people are easier to talk to. Those are the people I like. Those that I have hard time finding words for, well too bad la... So, am I much likable or I'm just an egoist? You decide. You are free to think anyway that you're pleased. I don't give a damn about it!

My my..

by Jo Ann (if u must know)...

thought i'd want to share another piece with u. Honestly, i wish i wrote it myself. Just didnt think of doing it. well..it reflects my opinions to the point. tee hee. :
__________________________________________________________

WHICH is worse? The man who publicly confesses his betrayal while professing to love his wife dearly? Or the affronted wife, who’d much rather throttle him, yet stands by her husband in his hour of need?

New York Governor Eliot Spitzer, who spoke of pursuing justice in every corner, recently admitted to using the services of high-priced prostitutes.

As the bubble of his career burst all around him, he apologised both to the public and his family. As the public clamoured for his resignation, his wife was literally at his side.

“I am disappointed that I failed to live up to the standard I set for myself,” Spitzer said. “I must now dedicate some time to regain the trust of my family.”

Then there is the gorgeous Girls Aloud singer Cheryl Cole, whose two-year marriage to footballer Ashley Cole started to wither in the wake of infidelity allegations.

Branded a love cheat by the woman involved in the suspected drunken sexual liaison, the Chelsea star lay low waiting for the scandal to blow over.

Mrs Cole, on the other hand, splurged on a Thai holiday with her female friends and lost weight without even trying. She also looked stunning as she flitted around the Hollywood social circuit.

Yet she eventually returned home to England, ostentatiously without her wedding ring, to save her marriage.

Closer to home, as soon as Datuk Seri Chua Soi Lek admitted to his lead role in a fervently distributed sex video, his wife stated that she and the family would stand by him.

Though she’s accepted his apology and regrets, it has been a trying time for them all. She said she would support him, for he has been a good husband, father and family man who had never shirked his responsibilities.

So, these men who say they love their wives – why do they do it? Put their careers, their families and their personal lives at stake, all for a romp.

A 2006 article in the Daily Telegraph suggests that, from time immemorial, brilliant men have always betrayed their wives.

The list of offenders includes Albert Einstein, John Ford Kennedy, Picasso, Bill Clinton, painter Paul Gauguin, Elvis Presley and even the old chap Charlie Chaplin.

The writer argues that the key to famous men’s behaviour lies in their desire to keep adding to their host of achievements. They really can’t be blamed, he argues, for they are overly endowed with an intense male characteristic – revelling in risk.

Men have an innate compulsion to take the highest risks, to break the mould, to push the envelope of a previous groundbreaking innovation.

You can label it an act of rebellion even, which is why – as in this instance – each novel sexual experience becomes irresistible.

A holier-than-thou man sleeping with prostitutes. A talented footballer cheats with a hairdresser who looks like the antithesis of his wife. Is that breaking the mould?

It turned out to be a very interesting article, as I read further.
Each illicit episode is a metaphor for the primeval hunt. Stealth, secrecy, tactics and strategy are part of the hunt. Most intriguing of all, so is the terrifying risk of discovery.

Furthermore, the men’s fame, wealth, status and power make them irresistible to other women in their insatiable quest for conquest.

Thus, these adventures persist ad nauseam, despite all of society’s efforts to be modern and “civilised’’. The writer concludes that it is simply a by-product of humans’ exploratory urge, embedded deep in the genes.

The above arguments and insights, however, leave the deceived wives at a distinct disadvantage.

In the face of such public betrayal and humiliation, why do the women still stick with their men?
Unless, as has been repeatedly said, you stand in their shoes you will never know the reasons for their unstinting loyalty – if you brand it as such.

Wealth, fame, power and children: in some cases the women have far more than their husbands. In fact, they could very well live without them.

Recently, a female friend told me one of her colleagues had taken extended leave of absence from work to join her boyfriend in his new posting in Bangkok.

When he had been in China previously, the young woman did not deem it necessary to accompany him, as the high-school sweethearts were both intent on pursuing their careers.
My friend commented: “You know what Bangkok is like, so we girls persuaded her to go. If she wants to marry and settle down with him, she can’t afford the risk.”

So, which is worse, do you think? The risk of love or the love of risk?
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What do u think? I think, it sorta proves that we shouldnt really go for famous people after all...since they are the ones who seem to be doing a lot of cheating. Hrmph.

Wages of Sin

Yo peeps, i just read this from the Star and i thought it was really funny, so wanted to share it with you:
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Mary Schneider, from But then Again:

i’m sure most of us are familiar with the seven deadly sins: lust, gluttony, avarice, sloth, anger, envy and pride. Sad to say, on any given day, I commit a number of these sins before lunch time rolls around, at least one more while actually eating lunch, and a few more (especially sloth) shortly after finishing my meal.

If I were a practicing Catholic, I would go to church and confess my sins. Indeed, I’m sure I would spend an inordinate amount of time in the confession box talking about my daily transgressions. You see, besides being slothful, I’m also a bit of a glutton, harbour lusty thoughts on a regular basis, have a bit of a temper and ? well, that’s enough confessing for one day.

Since I’m not a Catholic, I don’t prescribe to the notion that I will be damned through all eternity if I don’t confess to such transgressions. People might cross the road to avoid saying hello to me, some married women might lock up their husbands whenever I’m in town, and my thighs might take on tree trunk proportions, but nothing bad is going to happen to me after I die just because I occasionally eat too much and harbour so called “impure thoughts” from time to time.

If I subscribed to the notion that I will go to Hell for my un-confessed sins, I might also believe that each un-confessed sin brings with it its own brand of torture once I’m down there. According to The Picture Book of Devils, Demons and Witchcraft, by Ernst and Johanna Lehner, people found guilty of lust will be smothered in fire and brimstone, while those who have succumbed to avarice will pay for their greedy ways by being put in a cauldron of boiling oil. However, slothful Catholics will have a slightly easier time because they will only be thrown into a pit full of snakes. If there’s one thing guaranteed to get a lazy person on the move, it’s a writhing mass of venomous vipers.

If I were a believer, my gluttony would result in me being forced to eat rats, toads and snakes. If deemed overly proud, I would be broken on the wheel; while my bad temper would result in me being dismembered alive (I know I would be technically dead at this stage, but I would be alive in the sense that I would feel pain in Hell); and envy would see me being plunged into freezing water. I always got the impression that Hell was an incredibly hot place, but I’m sure there must be some sort of refrigeration down there to facilitate the freezing of water for the envious people.

As if these sins aren’t hard enough to abstain from (and I’m only speaking for myself here), recent reports on the Internet, many of them from reputable news agencies, claim that the Vatican has come up with another seven sins that need to be added to the original seven – to reflect our failings in the age of globalisation. The new sins, which were actually published in the Vatican’s newspaper, sent a clear message to those who traffic in and take drugs, carry out genetic modification, conduct experiments on humans, cause social injustice, cause poverty, amass too much money and pollute the environment.

Bishop Gianfranco Girotti, head of the Vatican body which oversees confessions and plenary indulgences said, “You offend God not only by stealing, blaspheming or coveting your neighbour’s wife, but also by ruining the environment, carrying out morally debatable scientific experiments, or allowing genetic manipulations which alter DNA or compromise embryos.”
As I read these reports, I did wonder if the Pope was about to abandon his Pope mobile in favour of a more environmentally friendly mode of transport. Or if people like Bill Gates and Oprah Winfrey were being frowned upon by His Holiness because of the obscene amounts of money they had amassed. Never mind that they also contribute hugely to charitable causes. One good deed does not cancel out a sin.

“All lies,” says the Vatican. Actually, that’s not true either; I’m just paraphrasing.

It seems that Bishop Girotti’s opinions were “misinterpreted in the media as an official Vatican update to the seven deadly sins, laid out by Pope Gregory the Great in the sixth century.”

So for the time being, it’s still safe to pollute the environment and corrupt the lives of the weak by selling them drugs, but that extra piece of chicken won’t just go straight to your thighs, it will also have you going straight to hell.

Unless, of course, you confess and perform penitence.
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Cheers!