Butter Cake Recipe!!!

  You are one lucky reader to have found this place. I'm feeling especially generous today, so today, I will be handing down, to you, a secret family recipe that was inherited since 250 years ago. But there is one flaw to this appreciative gesture: I don't have a 250-year-old secret family recipe (Or do I...?). So I'll just have to make do with a butter cake recipe, ripped off straight from the newspaper.

 The other day (1st June. to be exact.), my dad found a little something between the pages of the newspaper that he'd like to try; a butter cake recipe. When he said 'I wanted to try it', he meant 'I will drag my son down to the kitchen to help me'. So after a week of delays, he finally dragged me into the kitchen, and got started.

 Here are the ingredients you are gonna need:

• 250g butter
• 210g castor sugar
• 4 eggs
• 1 teaspoon vanilla essence
• 200g self-raising flour, sifted with 1/2 teaspoon salt, and
• 4 tablespoon fresh UHT milk

Ze Instructions!:

1) Grease and line a 20cm cake tin with greased greaseproof paper. Preheat ze oven to 170° C.

It said to do it first, but we put it last on ze list. Yeah, we're rulebreakers, and proud of it.
Plus, I dunno why the empty tin was in there.

2) Cream the butter and sugar until light and creamy. One way to make sure that it's creamy (Because I didn't know how to recognize it, even when I'm facing it.) is that the butter does not stick to the whisk.

3) Add eggs one at a time, beating well after each addition until mixture is light and creamy. Than add the essence.

4) Fold in sifted flour gradually to mix, before finally adding the milk. Mix until well combined.

Yup, that's well combined alright. I guess. Creamy yellow mess.

5) Turn out mixture into prepared tin. Level out the mixture at the sides but allow a shallow well in the centre. The keyword is SHALLOW. This is to enable the cake to level up evenly during ze baking.
   
    As you can see below, my dearest father did not listen to his son's constant disagreeing mumbles. Let's see what happens...

Not shallow enough, dad. Not shallow enough.

6) Bake in pre-heated oven for 55-60 minutes or until cooked through when tested with a skewer.

Optional Waiting Activities:

• Dance to a song (In my case, Bruno Mar's 'Treasure)
• Show dancing moves to mother. (This is a risky activity, as it can cause the mother to start her lecture on colleges and the importance of education. This will depend on the attitude of mothers.)
• Let sofa swallow you into comfort as you watch the latest episode of your fave TV show
• Watch curiously at the oven as the tin spins around for the hour.

 7) Let it cool before serving the cake.

  And we're done. :) As I proceeded to slice the cake, my baby bro pointed out how familiar it seemed to him. I stared at the cake, slowly realising the likeness of the cake.

Like a burnt pimply pellet-eating, ghost-chomping arcade character.

Also, we noticed the peculiar bump of the cake. Then I remember that it was due to the lack of shallowness and the ignorance of a certain person.

This is clearly a case of ididn'tlistentomyawesomeson-tis.

It was delicious. :D And I'm gonna attempt the second time this evening, so I'll try to upload the pics as soon as possible. In the meantime, you can either try this recipe, or continue drooling at the images of the awesomely home-made creation. ;)

Hide and Seek in TESCO with Bros + Surprise Visit to UiTM~

 Yep, my life has been reduced to this.

 Ever since the last post, I haven't been doing anything worth pouring into a public blog. Until today. Yeaaaaah, I just humiliated myself by running around the clothes section, chasing my two sweet lil bros in a game of 'Hide and Seek'. The last time I did that was 2 years ago, at a 3-storey furniture shop. Man, it was so awesome. Gave me adrenaline rush. :)

 You might be going, 'Aren't you embarrassed?' Hey, who am I to them? A stranger. They won't know me at all. (Until they read this blog, and then goes 'Ah, it's the lunatic in the red jacket from the other day.') And besides, I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who does these childish things? Right? If you don't, then you are a hypocrite for telling people you're a 'child at heart'. :P Yeah, call me immature. I'm a guy. We mature late. And I'm a late bloomer. Get with it.

 The other, more exciting event of yesterday was the surprise visit to UiTM. To visit a mate. Whom I haven't seen in a LONG, LONG WHILE. A best friend, who coincidentally has a similar name to mine. :) Brought him out to dinner. Out of his dorm, not out of the campus, because there's a supposed male curfew that starts at 11pm. (But still out, technically.) And not forgetting my sweet cousin, Kak Mimin, another resident of UiTM. :D Yeah, killing two birds with one stone. Multitasker right here.

Ash and Acap. :D Plus the big red fella in the background, a.k.a Lil Bro 1

"Why aren't you in college?"

 Moi? Answer: I'm simply too awesome to be imprisoned by the grasps of tertiary education life  I'm entering next month. :) Where? Spoilers~

 I also just realised that I'm nearing my 100th blog post. Which is weird, considering that this blog has been living for 3 years. I should really be more active. But hey, it's a perfect time to be engaging in some cool, secret project. :) Just two more to go.

 This has been me, signing out.

I, the Unintentional Bully

 Recently, I found something lodged in between the pages of a book that really took me back. It was a handwritten letter from a friend, requesting me to hear out his apology, and asking me to wear appropriately before meeting him at the tuition centre. Seeing the three-year-old letter really brought me down memory lane, despite wanting to steer away from this part of my life. I need to store it in the deepest part of my mind, only opening the memories once more when I want to paint myself as an awkward kid/preteen bully in the eyes of my kids, and their kids, which would be unlikely.

It was suffice just to come to me and talk face-to-face, rather than waste a half paper to write a really short and somewhat incomprehensible memo. But I have to admit, it was pretty nice of him to go this far. :)

 “WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT???” I hear questioning screams from the other side of the screen.

 Yes, I have to admit. I was a bully. More like ‘accused as a bully’, but never mind. It might be shocking for those who know me.  Frankly, I was quite as surprised as you are, when my friends started to label me that a few years back. They don’t call me that for no reason, that, I realise now.

 There’s a long story behind the then-absurd claims. There was this one peer of mine, who was rather slow compared to other kids, the same one who wrote to me the aforementioned letter. To make the story less confusing, I shall name him W. Hence, being the simpleminded teen I was, I played around with the guy. I remembered clearly how a friend and I (Yeah, it wasn’t only me.), came up with a ruse.  W always carried his water bottle with him, so whenever he left it on the rack to enter the library, we would always relocate it to another spot on the rack, usually hidden from sight.  When he freaked out and reported to the teacher, we would put on our innocent masks and offered to help. And that was only a small segment in a long list of misdeeds done to him.

 You could see how cautious and scared he was of me; he’d run away from me when we coincidentally met on the way to the loo during exam week, and his homeroom teacher, to whom he put his trust on, gave me a suspicious glare whenever I pass by. Heck, there was even that one time when I watched TV with him (It’s a rare occasion.) Some mischievous guy spooked him from behind, and guess which name he screamed out in anger?

 The biggest blow occurred on a day which started off quite normally. The library was a common interest between W and I; I found peace and solitude within a room surrounded by a rowdy atmosphere, while he expressed curiosity towards the TV that sat at the corner of the library. On that day, he pestered a few people, cornering them into a room, holding the door to keep him from opening it. And I, annoyed by the disruption of peace, plus the sudden ‘hero complex’ idea that sparked in my foolish mind, proceeded to kick him out. Struggled to, to be precise. W was constantly screaming and shouting at me throughout the whole ordeal, which turned every pair of eyes at the both of us. Ever since then, people have been calling me a bully from time to time.

 This particular accident compelled him to write the above letter, describing how sorry he was for ‘bullying’ me in front of the others. The nerve.  Anyway, you could imagine by now how terrible I was towards W. Even I feel ashamed at the amount of grief he endured from me.

 In my defense,  I was merely teasing him. But I suppose that was how other bullies would say. I have somewhat learnt from that period of time; cover up my tracks if I were to ever commit a crime again. That, and to think about how others feel before I act.

 Oh, if you're wondering what the letter up there says, and you just couldn't squint enough to have a read, don't fret. Here is the content of the letter. :D :

Dear Asroff,

 I knew I'm sorry that I'd bullied you for a while in the library. As you know what bullying is the pengawas (prefect) will write my name to the list.

 I'm sure that I'm in a bad mood for a bit. While you're at the dewan tertutup (closed hall) I think you will get revenge to me. Please don't call somebody about me.

 Go to the tuition center by today. Wear formal clothing when you have Malay and Science class. Be there when I came to the tuition by car. I need to apologise to you.

 Please accept my apologies. Thank you.

Two things to know:
1) He spelled my name wrong; and
2) If you think that there are a few grammatical errors there, it's not my fault. I typed it word by word.

Finally.

 Finally. Remember this day, people, as the day I have gotten 'round to writing again! :D (Cue large applause track.) I thought I'd never touch the keyboard again. To write, that is. You're nuts to think I haven't been touching the laptop since the last post, which was... Wait, lemme see... Last September. Wow, that's long. I'm starting to think a simple apology won't suffice.

 But then again, what can I do? First of all, I would like to apologise for not updating my blog sooner. I know that there are impatient readers out there craving for more of my awesome anecdotes. :D (Haha, in my dreams.) It's not because I lost interest in blogging anymore, no. That happened last year, for a period of time. You have to understand, I'm tied up with SPM, which I admit is a very lame reason, seeing all my other mates updating quite frequently. Not all of us are geniuses, able to blog while revising till our head explodes.

 When the excruciating time finally ended in mid-November, I was finally able to blog again... Until my bed chained me with it's oh-so-velvety blanket. Because after two years of SUFFERING, it doesn't hurt to sit back and relax for a bit, no? I was also lazing 'round  finding some ideas to entertain my audience (You guys.), because I had a writer's block. To be frank, writing during school is way easier than during the holidays, since you're gonna be bored with nothing else to do, and when you fool around with your mates, lightbulb moments will always occur to you.

 When I slamdunked the backyard's basketball hoop so hard it crashed to the ground (Literally.), I thought 'Well, might as well start writing again.' (So random.) I don't want my blog to be like those dead sites that people leave at the outermost part of the Internet where it's cold and dark and damp. And here we are, with you reading this, and me probably lounging in front of the telly. I solemnly swear that I will update my blog from now on. I have some stuff in my heart to pour out here, hence the constant outburst of inspiration, thank goodness.

 With that, I bid you adieu. Adiue. Aduie? AHH I'll just stick with 'Goodbye'.

Yes, I Jog Barefoot.

 Who likes to jog? I know I do (When my bed doesn't entice me with its comfort.) But recently, I have been noticing a constant pattern whenever I go down my usual track, every single time; the trailing eyes of curious people on me. While I do love a bit of public attention, but even I feel pressured with this increasing affinity towards my not-so-daily routine. People, why stare at a guys leisurely doing his humdrum routine? Is it due to my fashion sense? (Yes, I have to admit; sometimes my shirt does not go with my trousers.) Or is the mere fact of ME even EXERCISING utterly shocking news to the world?

 Or is it because I jog barefooted?

 Yes, it’s true. I don’t jog with shoes. And yes, I go around school barefooted most of the time, out of laziness, plus the erstwhile lack of footwear, which I will elaborate another time. I wonder though, why do people tend to just assume that all quirky things are bad? Every time my friends see me walking around without shoes, they be asking, ‘Where’s your shoes, man?’ Normally I’d reply with an explanation, but when I get really tired of the questions, I just give them weird reasons. Either way, I get showered with bizarre ‘What-the-heck-are-you-spewing-out-boy?’ glances. Now, weary from all the agonising interrogation, I shall now give you ten reasons why barefoot running is good!

You’d have a sense of connectedness.

 Running with your shoes only allows you to feel the cool, refreshing air and eye candy. But barefoot jogging gives you a whole lot more – just think of it as shifting from 2D to 3D.

Strides are lighter.

 Ever feel like you jog too slowly sometimes? Try taking off your shoes – you’ll definitely feel the lighter and faster. Certainly advantageous when you’re trying run away from bullies and perverts.

Better landing guaranteed.

Footwear often tend to make people land on their heels. (Don’t ask me why. Just observe joggers.) And landing on heels is a big no-no. The correct way would be to land on the front and middle of your feet, and with your shoes, it won’t be comfortable.

You’d have a better posture.

 Running with your bare feet touching with the ground enables you to know whether your posture is correct or not. Contact of the ground will give feedback on how you to change your pose.

Give freedom to your feet.

 Notice how uncomfortable it is to have your feet movement restrained by your socks and shoes? I often find myself unconsciously trying to wriggle my toes, but to no avail. Jogging barefoot releases you from the burden of your feet binded by fabric. Be nice to your feet.

You’d be more alert.

 With bare feet, you’d be more vulnerable to sharp and dangerous objects lying idly on the ground, waiting to prick its victims to death. Your instincts would kick right in to avoid such an unfavourable fate.

Less stress will be exerted on your lower half.

 With running shoes, we tend to burden our ankles with our weight, which would heighten the probability of a sprained ankle. Bare feet lessens the possiblity of any leg injury, due to the better posture and lighter strides achieved.

Stronger feet.

 Our feet became too soft and weak, because of wearing shoes. Going barefoot increases our feet’s strength, though I warn you of the pain you have to endure the first few times trying this. But as they say: No pain, no gain.

It’s Fun!

 Jogging around with bare feet is very exciting! It reminds me of when I was still a child, running around outside without shoes and constantly worring my parents. Plus, it’s nice to have people look at you sometimes.

It’s also very, VERY cheap.

 How much did your fashionable, branded running shoes cost you? Now compare that price with your feet. Enough said.

 So there you have it, 10 perfectly good and logical reasons why barefoot jogging is good for you. I hope this would explain to every curious person why I do this stuff. For all you know, it might even become a trend in school! Right now, I have an appointment with my bed, so be seeing you soon! 

Experimenting on Smart Nerve Wreck Friends During Exams

During the trials (Which ends tomorrow, thank God.), I noticed a peculiar thing about a friend of mine. I realized that this thing happens during all the examination periods. He is a smart guy, and yet his worrying attitude doesn’t match his grades. We all have that kinda friend, right? I decided to experiment on my assumptions:

Aim: To determine the effects of the level of worry of a person on the grade of their exam results

Hypothesis: The more worried the person is, the higher the grade of the exam result

Variables:

Manipulated: The difficulty of the exams

Responding: The level of anxiety of the person

Fixed: The person

Apparatus and Materials:

• A human lab rat nerve wreck anxious friend
• A chair
• A table
• Exam papers (Three subjects based on friend’s skill)
• Pen
• Clock
• Malicious laugh track or any anxiety increasing device (Optional)
• Rope (Optional)

Procedure:

1. Place the human lab rat nervous wreck friend on a chair.
2. Push the chair to the table.
3. Place easy exam paper on the table.
4. Give the friend a pen and order instruct him/her to finish the test within the allotted time. Another subject person (Me) is needed to take the exam as well.
5. Wait for an hour or so.
6. Collect the exam paper, whether he/she is finished or not.
7. Observe the subject friend and record on table.
8. Mark the exam paper and record the grade on the table.
9. Repeat the experiment with medium-level and hard-level exam paper.

Precautions:

•         If the lab rat friend is unwilling, tie him/her to the chair on the rope.
•         If he/she does not display much anxiety during the exam, the laugh track/anxiety-increasing device is used.

Tabulation of Data:

Level of Exam	Anxiety Level (%)		Exam Grade (%)
	Me	Nervous Wreck Friend	Me	Nervous Wreck Friend
Easy	20	48	75	84
Medium	46	63	69	89
Hard	52	82	64	90

Conclusion:

The hypothesis is accepted.  The more worried the person is, the higher the grade of the exam result.

However, the hypothesis does not apply to the normal subject (Me).

  I’m sure all of you can relate to this. It's not easy having this type of person as a best friend. But hey, what's the point of being called a best friend if you can't put up with the downsides of people, right? :)

 Plus, it's fun to fool around with his anxiety. XD

Aren’t They Too Young To Get Hitched?

 I've watched the most recent video that made it to every chatterbox’s (Well, it probably means every housewife in Malaysia.) ‘List of hot gossips to chatter about during the teatime get-together’. Now, you guys are probably wondering which video I’m talking about (Unless you’re a chatterbox, or housewife, or BOTH.) Answer: the marriage between 16-year old Syafiq and 14-year old Yana! Never heard of it? Now you do. For those of you whose attention I’ve captured with my answer, and wish to watch the seemingly interesting video (Obviously interesting enough to captivate me.), but fails to find it, fret not; I prepared the video beneath this paragraph. Enjoy:

Why now?

 Lovely, isn’t it? It had a sort of happily-ever-after mood going on there. But the beauty of the video is not the case in this post (Although it has good quality). What went through my mind the whole time was: Aren’t they a tad too young to get married? Now, don’t get me wrong. I approve of this marriage. It’s better for lovebirds to marry than to elope and making your parents worried sick about you. But isn’t it just too early? I heard that this ‘early marriage’ trend existed once. It ended DECADES AGO. I can’t seem to grasp any logical explanation to this, other than it being an arranged marriage. If it is so, then we can question the parents.

Married Life Needs Something

 My grandfather married my grandmother at a young age. They bore 7 kids, the 5^th being my father. I guess in the olden days, it was pretty normal to get hitched early. Jobs popped up everywhere. The prices of things in those days were probably a whole lot cheaper than it is now. In the 21^st century, however, we need a little extra something in order to survive in this materialistic world, and that something became the reason why many decline to wed at an early stage.

 I believe it is called education.

 Nowadays, it’s hard to find even mediocre jobs without it, let alone being the big boss of a worldwide company. If you were to get married at a crucial point of your life, how are you going to support your family AND study in school? Do they have the choice of dropping out? There are lots of jobs offered, such as being taxi drivers, stall vendors, construction workers, etc. But is it enough to work so hard to earn a wage that can barely feed the family?

And They Call It Puppy Love

 Other than education, there’s also something that teenage couple needs to make a happy married life: Love. Now, we all know what love is. It’s the desire to be with that special someone, even if they have no desire to do ‘it’. Yet most of us teens tend to misinterpret another feeling as love. LUST. Now, can anyone tell me what lust is? Simply put, it is the desire to do ‘it’ with someone, even if you have no desire to be with them. It’s true, many people get mixed up between the two, and that is the source of all the illegal babies and the rise in abortions in Malaysia. Teenagers have really, REALLY unstable hormones, and it sometimes cloud their judgement. If all lovesick teenage couples were to marry, I guarantee you that half of their new bonds would crash and burn in a short amount of time. And mostly for meaningless reasons.

 Nevertheless, not all marriages are a burden to couples. They probably have their financial problems covered and had their feeling sorted out before going through the once-in-a-lifetime event. Either way, I’m happy for them. Maybe I should get married too.


 If I had a girlfriend. T___________________________________T

Bringing Phones Legally to School: Good or Bad?

So, they decided to allow kids to bring hi-tech gadgets to school now, huh? I bet most of Malaysia knew this by now; I found out a few days earlier, when my eyes fell on the surprising article on the third page of the Star newspaper. I could not believe my eyes. Was this really happening? I could’ve sworn I heard high-pitched voices screaming with joy as they threw their cell phones in the air. Then there are the low grumbles and rants of the seniors, who would not be able to taste the sweet freedom of holding their iPads in class, if the law was to be implemented in 2013. I realised that I was also unconsciously complaining about the decision being far too late for us Form Fivers (Even though I had my phone safely tucked away in a place where no phone-snatching wardens would ever think to look.) This was the second time I had felt dissatisfied; the first being the time I found out that school students didn’t have to pay for their train tickets. Think of all the money I could’ve saved if I had known a year earlier!

The Pros

 Well, now that the cat is out of the bag, many students (excluding myself) are excited for the next school year. The presence of hi-tech phones and gadgets on one’s self could greatly benefit you. For instance, say some tech savvy kid (e.g. you) was kidnapped by an evil adult. With a phone in his/her grasp, two things could be done. One, call or text your parents your whereabouts without being noticed by the kidnapper. Two, pray that someone has the common sense to find your phone/gadget via GPS (And hope that your battery will be able to last long enough.)

 Children also claim that with technology, class can be more effective, not to mention fun. Nowadays, there are sites on the Internet that either encourage kids to learn more, or help them revise their subjects. Though I must say, wasn’t there a cheaper way of influencing kids to study? Oh yeah, now I remember. It was whipping the child with the rattan.

It’s Not a Flawless Plan

 Nothing’s perfect in life. That includes this whimsical law. Not every teen on the country supports the idea of bringing devices to school. Some even strongly opposes it. And with good reason too; it’s too much a distraction for a learning tool. Most people find it hard to study at home, what with all the disturbances around them. Even I have to admit, had I not gone to boarding school, I’d have been glued to the TV and laptop alternately 24/7. By approving the law, we’re just giving them more distractions, and at a place where they should be focused.

 I can bet you that students would put more effort on updating their Facebook or Twitter every few minutes with boring, insignificant nonsense (‘My History teacher is currently writing things on the whiteboard.’ ‘LOL I’m tweeting in the toilet’) There would also be an increase of students taking pictures of their food at the canteen and uploading it online just for the sake of informing the public what they’re eating.

 Pftt. As if the public cares.

 I’m not opposing the implementation, but I’m not on the bandwagon too. I don’t really care about it anyways. Perhaps you'll be seeing me grumbling to my friends about how people make decisions a tad too late to benefit me.

Why Our Classroom Teacher Threw Out Our Nilam Out the Window

 Nilam, a book record has been considerably infamous in the eyes of students nationwide for its lack of significance. Most teens, in the right state of mind, would think of Nilam as a pain in the arse, and would rather opt to do something more beneficial, for instance sleeping. Although the school rules emphasizes the fact that filling in our book records are compulsory, both pupils and teachers have agreed to just randomly fill in numbers of books they supposedly read at the end of the year. It's a normal yearly routine, and it has been so for the past few years.

 Then I realised that it doesn't apply to my school.

 My whole class was shocked when my class teacher, Mrs N. (A newlywed.), arrived with a gigantic load of photocopied Nilam pages. She said something by the lines of 'You have to complete 80 pages to get a certificate that will be essential for your future'. So yeah, we went into panic mode. She gave us 3 pieces of paper each time she came to class (That's 12 entries.), and she'd expect us to send it the next day. You could see everyone's jaws on the floor. And so, fast forward a couple of weeks, with our wily ways, we managed to send it on time.

 Unfortunately, earlier this week, Mrs N. blew into a fit of rage (After a hour of teaching us Physics.) and practically threw half the class's time-consuming (?) book records out the window. Yep, you read it right. Now why did she do so?

WHAT WE DID TO COMPLETE OUR NILAM:
1) We wrote in non-novel material
Well, since the library is off-limits at night, some people wrote down text books and reference books, articles from magazines like Newsweek and newspapers, plus Reader's Digest etc.. And then to create the impression of the so-called books being thicker than one measly page, they decided to put in a 3-digit number in the 'Pages' section. Very smart.

2)We borrowed Form 1's Nilam books (Better yet, the Form 1 students themselves)
We simply jotted down what the Form 1's wrote. There was one person though, who took it to the next level and asked the Form 1 student to help him with his Nilam. A cruel and heartless way of getting things done, but effective nonetheless.

3)We simply created our own books
We were inspired by another class's way of doing things. They simply glanced at their surroundings and made them into storybook titles. There are many believable homemade book titles that could fool teachers, but there were some that was too stupid. One such example that still burns into my mind was this:

My Classroom's Air-conditioner

PAGES: 600++

 Pftt, like seriously, what kinda teacher wouldn't fall for that one? 

 A smart one, duh.

Some also took song titles, as if they thought it wasn't obviously fake (E.g: 'Just the Way You Are by Bruno Earth). Others just used names as authors, such as our superprincipal's name. She was particularly mad about a spelling mistake, though. 'Reald Dohl.' I wonder who could that be? I found out that it stemmed from my own silly handwriting, which led to a string of people incorrectly writing it. It's their fault though, for not recognizing such a famous author.

 After Mrs.N's burst, we finally did things the right way. By the right way, I meant most of them copied my Nilam (Since all of the books on my list were real.) I'm glad we got through this obstacle already. I do wish to see someone wirte a book about air-conditioners, though.

My Embarrassing Speech and What I Learned From It~!

I remember my first speech as if it was yesterday. Ah... Oh wait, it WAS yesterday. And it was disastrous, I can tell you that. I had it all planned in my head, what I was gonna do, what I was gonna say. And when I steeped on the stage and grasped the mike in my hands, it all went POOF. When I looked back, I realised I made too many mistakes, and gave the audience (The students.) too little info. And as soon as I stepped off the stage, I sank to the ground. Funny how my legs knew when to lose their strength at just the right moment.

 Simply put, it was a failure. I lost all my confidence back there. Being the emotional me, I finally broke down when I unexpectedly bumped into my English teacher, whom I avoided on purpose out of guilt for not doing better. It's okay now, though. I'll just have to... Find a dark corner... A-and weep my heart out quietly. *sniff*

 Still, I learned many things from the embarrassing incident:

•          i.            Never trust the timetable
    This was the main factor of the failure of my speech. Initially, as it was written on paper, my speech was due a week later. My teacher, however, had a sudden change of heart, and decided to bring it earlier as ‘there would be many future events , and there would be no time  during the coming weeks’.
  
  
         ii.            Never confide in your joker friend
   This is very much a must if you have doubts on your choice of topic. I had chosen my topic a week earlier (What was my topic, you ask. Wait for it. Read on.) had it all planned out. Then two days before my turn, I made the mistake of asking for my joker friend’s opinion. ‘Boring.’ Was his reply, which panicked me. As a result, I spent the final day trying  to think of other fascinating topics instead of focusing on my choice.
  
  
        iii.            Write your points down...
  ... Uness you’re sure your memory won’t fail, you however strong it might be, when you face the audience. Trust me, you do not want to hem and haw while you talk in front of them. If you think it’s annoying when other people do that, it’s annoying to them when YOU do that.
  
  
       iv.            Choose a suitable, tease-proof topic to talk about when you talk to a audience that's prone to teasing
   If you don’t mind being the centre of attention, don’t mind me, just carry on reading the next point. My topic was something you wouldn’t hear usually/ awkward at my school... It’s entitled... Ugh... ‘Puppy Love’. My audience was obviously the type who likes to tease their mates at every, and I mean EVERY chance they could get. Put the two together, and BAM! You get called Puppy for the rest of the day... And most probably the rest of the year.
  
  
   Heck, when I stepped into the library, the trainee teacher took one look at me and yelled, ‘It’s Puppy Love!’ Yes, even teachers called me that for the whole day.
  
  
         v.            Don't be too hard on yourself
   This is the most valuabe thing I learnt that day. All I thought after the speech was:
  
  
   OMG, IT WAS SO BAD. I’M DOOMED. IT WAS TERRIBLE, I COULD SEE IT IN THEIR EYES. THEY’RE DISAPPOINTED. I’M A FAILURE. I’M SO DUMB. WHAT A COWARD... ETC.
  
  
   Yeah, it’s true. I felt that negative the whole day. But, throughout the day, friends and teachers came up to me and said, ‘Hey, nice speech! It was funny! Even the headmaster lauged!’ (What, really? Achievement unlocked! :D), ‘You were very calm, despite the fact that you were panicking.’, ‘You had very nice points!’, ‘It’s okay, it was good enough. Your friends were like “Go, you can do it!” when you paused and cried.’(I didn’t realise they were cheering me on. I didn’t know I was CRYING ONSTAGE. My life is RUINED. D:) One even told me to stop being too hard on myself, and not to give up. It’s a relief knowing that they were feeling the opposite of what I thought. :)
  
  
  That’s all the lessons I could think of from that speech. It wasn’t all that bad in the end. At least it inspired me to write a short story. Have a nice day~! :D

Teens, is Becoming Pregnant the Norm Now?

Boy picks girl up at house ---> They eat ---> They talk ---> They walk ---> They do the 'thing' (If you know what I mean.)

 That's my friend's concept of what he thinks teenage couples usually do whenever they go out. I then asked him why he thought teenagers were shameless enough to do it in public, right after they finished walking. He revised his concept:

                                                                                                           They open door                

Boy picks girl up at house ---> They eat ---> They talk ---> They walk ^---> They do the 'thing'

I then replied by asking him why there was suddenly a door in the middle of the sidewalk? Did it fall out from the sky, or does Doraemon really exist? He answered by punching my arm.

 But he does have a point. As you all may or may not know, we live in the era where teen pregnancy and drunks are the norm, and virgins and sober are considered socially awkward. I remember a few years back, when the news of a 13 year old who became a father shocked me and my family.Go to Facebook. You'd find loads of pregnant teens in a certain country, whose name I shall not divulge *coughcoughUSAcoughcough*. I did see one going by the lines of 'Hooray, I'm finally 13! I can get pregnant and go on MTV and get drunk and wild now! :D' Well, it probably didn't go like that, but she was implying it in that sense.

 It's kind of sad to see them act like dumb bimbos, hating smart and goodhearted people. I hate to admit it (Since I'm also a teen), but though the present's technology has advanced, our moral values have been dying slowly. The way things are now, I'd hate to see what the future generations would do in their adolescence...

Wonder What It's Like To Be Famous

When I logged on to Facebook like I usually do when there's nothing else on the library's to-do list (I'm a librarian, in case you have guessed.), I was greeted with a fascinating post on my news feed. It instructed people to tune in to tune in to a radio station, as there was an hour long interview of someone we know. That meant I had less than 40 minutes to find a radio, plus a good place to hear the interview static-free. After barging into a third floor dorm (Apparently, the higher you are, the clearer the signal, and cursing to myself as I frantically flipped through the frequency countless times (Don't get me wrong. I knew the frequency. It's just that my school is in another state. Can you blame moi for not knowing it was the same frequency over here too?), I finally got through just in time to hear her cheery voice, seconds before a song came on.

 As I listened to the interview, a memory struck me. I reminisced the first time I heard her sing for a Hannah Montana competition at school a few years back. I thought, wow, cool, she's famous now. I'm listening to someone I know on radio. Then a question popped up in my mind; what is it like to be famous? I'm pretty sure famous people were always happy, right? I know if I could gain as much popularity as my friend's getting right now, I'd probably be able to snap my fingers while I'm writing this and a fan would somehow manage to break into my house and come rushing to me with a cuppa tea for me to sip on. I'd be able to ask for things that I couldn't ask for now because I'm rich. 'Hey, that's kinda true.', you people might say. 'I'm gonna try to be famous! Where can I sign up?'

 But have we actually wondered the other side of the coin? I never did. All I saw their pretty plasticlike faces, smiling as they greet fans. But then they'd have a lot of work to do in order to maintain their huge fanbase, right? Tight schedules, making music, acting in videos, trying to please other people. That's pretty stressful stuff for teenagers. With all the things I needa study, I suddenly lost my appetite of popularity. Probably gonna think 'bout it in the future, when I'm bored and there's nothing else to do. As of now, whether I'm popular or not, I'm content with my baby brother getting me a cuppa tea whenever I click my fingers. :)

Random vid!!!:

(Okay, maybe not so random. :D)

Of Annoying Siblings and Meaningless Arguments!

 I'm sure most of you reading this have siblings, whether they're older and younger than you. I'm the eldest, so I'd know what lil kids are made of. Sugar and spice and everything nice... NOT. It's more towards eye of newt, tongue of dog, wings of bat. The ingredients pretty much sums them kids up: NASTY. Yet I still love those lil impish children, no matter how much they try to break my eardrums with their repulsive screams.

 I was talking 'bout my bros. They're way too easy to read compared to my sis. Then again, it's probably because she's a girl, and girls are ALWAYS complicated, right? :) And most girls can't read boys very well too, that's a fact.
 We've fought over lil things all the times, (Like who controls the remote, whose turn is it to use the laptop, etc.), but it was always short. And she'd go very extreme at trying to annoy me, using many weird methods of hers. It kinda made me feel like she hates me. Which is pretty obvious, duh. :D

 But what I came to realise is, (With the help of my parents, of course.) it's that little sisters have their own ways of showing they're affection. My sister's way is to constantly bug me all the time. I still find the 'bickering equals care' quite hard to grasp, but at least I know that she cares, in a way. And to those of you who thinks fussy little fights are not good, think again. They bring kids closer, sort of. Which is better: 1) You hate and fight each other when you're young, and became stuck like glue in the end, or 2) You lead a non-fight-your-siblings life, and end up giving the cold shoulders to them in the near future?

 So, moral of this suddenly turned up piece of writing (In case you haven't noticed.): They (Annoying lil bros and sis, and arguments all year round) spice up people's childhood. It certainly did for me. I don't like my siblings to be goody two shoes all the time, because that's like having your fave meals daily: It's nice at first, but get dull and predictable after a while. And it's fun to bicker and argue... Especially when you know you're gonna win most of the time. ;)

 That's it from me. Now, go ahead and pick a meaningless fight with your siblings over the remote control! :D

Rachel Crow and the Disney Dilemma

Have you people heard of Rachel Crow? She was in X Factor USA (Wait, have you actually heard of X Factor USA?) Well, she's 13 and she has an awesome voice. :)
And she got kicked out of the show.

It pretty much caused a ruckus last week, when America (And other like me who couldn't watch it live) saw her breaking down onstage after the results came out. And so did Nicole whatshername (Sorry, I could never spell her name right.), because she was the cause of Rachel's downfall. Then it turns out it was actually Paula Abdul's fault. It's so complex. :D

The girl with awesome voice, Ms. Rachel Crow~

Oh well, back to topic. Rumours were spreading 'round that Disney, upon hearing of Crow's elimination, snatched the chance of getting her into the Disney bandwagon. If she accepts, then she'll be up there with the alumnis, (Like Jonas Brothers, Miley Cyrus, Demi Lovato) guiding her, probably.

But there's the problem. You guys heard of the controversies these Disney stars have, right? Miley Cyrus's problems with wanting to show her maturity in the most disgusting way ever, and dont get me started on Lindsay Lohan's prob. I'm not saying Disney's to blame for this, but by now Disney has a bad reputation of turning sweet lil boys and girls into people who have no shame. I just don't wanna this girl to become like them too.

Well, if she takes the offer, I'm happy for her. Just as long as she doesn't turn into celebrity whores. :)

Rising Sun's Language Moment of Truth~

Hi guys, sorry for the late update. :) I was a tad busy. So... Last week, I had to do something that no other students would dare to do at this time of the year. Going back to SCHOOL. *Insert gasp* WHY IS THAT, I hear you ask (If you didn't, then I'll imagine it.) I had to revise for the Japanese Language Proficiency Test. It's basically a three-paper exam. Don't ask whether I passed or failed.

Well, from Thursday 'til Sunday, we had classes to make sure we remember the basics. Well, awkward thing is, I couldn't remember half of it. That's because I NEVER LEARNED IT. D: Hahaha~ During the day, we learn. During the night, we play 'round! We've been watching Thai horror movies, such as Shutter and Phobia 2, plus NangNak and Grave Encounters. :D And when the scary piles finished, we turned to Korean reality shows, Running Man! :D

The nationwide exam was held at the Confusian Private School in KL. Mine was, unfortunately for my cheaterfriends, held in a gigantic hall. This year's exam was pretty much harder than the last, as even the ones who had taken it before felt it was torture. As for me, a first timer, I couldn't care less. My achievement has been succeeded; to get experience to further ready myself for the next time. :)

For those who have been thinking all these time why I hadn't updated this a few days back, it was because of this:

I had this idea during the time spent at school last week, and was hell bent on finishing it. Enjoy~! :D :D :D

Surgeries and a Week Off~!

Hiya, guys, missed me? Probably didn't, right? XD Sorry it took so long for me to update, but I was busy with the end- of year- exams and crappy nonsense. Plus, I had surgery. :) So, if you don't mind, I'm gonna be talking 'bout it, since someone I know requested for this awesome, once in a lifetime experience! :D

So, I had surgery on my left chest two days ago (Which was Tuesday.) And I, as usual, was freaking out, since it was a first. Even though it was just a minor surgery, I couldn't afford to calm myself down. Especially over the fact that it's being done when I'm KNOCKED OUT. O.O Goodness, who knows what they did to me. So, went in at 'round 8. Last thing I saw was the surgery room. Blink. Darkness. Open eyes. New place~! MAGIC. :D The people there were funny. Made fun of me, all of them. .____. Even my dad. That sucks. XD There was a drain attached to my body. At the end of it was a water bottle. To collect the bloody liquid in my chest.

Yesterday, we went to Bukit Tinggi (Tall Hill) Shopping mall to buy me a tight shirt (Because we needed to hold the plaster in place.) And people were like, what is that red liquid inside that water bottle? Seriously. And I was like, it's syrup. :P Stare all you wantlah, as long as it doesn't hurt me (And it doesn't disturb me while I'm playing drum game.)! With a smile on my face.

Like this. ----------> (:

So, I pretty much spent my whole day walking 'round and going against my inner self's screams to rest in bed. When I'm bored, since I can't cycle, I go annoy other people by SMS (You know who you are!) I'd like to take a moment to say thank you for putting up with my texts and shenanigans, guys. :)

Today, I saw my chest for the first time since the surgery. Freaky. It's DENTED. Like a crater. Turns out the fat was pushing the muscle. So now have to wait for the muscle to grow. XP Plus, I found out that my doctor took out TOO MUCH FAT. O.O Doesn't she know how long I had to suffer to collect that much? Now she goes and take too much! Aiyoo... XD

In the end, I had to use the drain thingy for a longer time! XP So, who do you think's gonna be shining like Gaga at my cuz's wedding tomorrow?

(Answer: Me.)

So this is me, signing out. :D

P.S: If you happen to see a guy wearing a dark blue, long sleeved swimming shirt, with a long bloody tube from his torso going to a bloody water bottle on his trousers, don't hesitate to come

up and say hello. :) :) :) Will add photo to help you guys. Right now, my lil helper is sleeping. ;)

Update: Taken yesterday night. Lil bro, being the awful paparazzi he is, failed to take a clearer shot. :) This'll have to do for now.

Exam Time!

You have two more weeks left until your major exam, a gigantic pile of revision books left untouched since the last exam, waiting to be read, and your mother breathing at your neck, nagging at you to study. No problem, you say to her. Just after you completed Level 21 in the brand new computer game you bought the other day.

Time flies very fast, and eleven days later, you're panicking, reading through hundreds of text books like crazy, cursing at the game for making Level 21 too hard and for wasting your time. How are you supposed to cover every single subjects in three days? You start to calculate:

- There are 9 to 10 subjects

- In each subject, there's 'bout seven to ten chapters

- Your major exam covers everything for the past three years

- So, the minimal number of number of subjects would be:

9x7x3= 189 chapters to revise

You suddenly wake up in the middle of the room three hours later after you fainted, wasting potential study time.

Now, you're sitting in the exam room, cursing silently at the seating arrangement; the ones surrounding you are dimwits. The death sentence in the form of exam papers arrive. The timer is set. An hour and a half left. You pass through the first few questions with relative ease. Then the godawful hard question pounces at you. It was from the chapters you didn't have time to revise in detail. You try to pick at your brain for answers, but nothing would come. You try to read people's mind, and send SOS signals to their brains, but it fails. You try your supervision to take a look at their answer sheets, but is blocked by the teachers. You decided to just 'tembak' at the question. The same scenario happens at most of the questions that came after that. And probably 4 of the exams you encounter during exam week.

When exam week ends, you snuggle up in you duvet, making a mental note to leave Level 21 aside next time exam's nearing.

Good luck to all PMR students! :D I've been through the dreaded moment last year, so I know how it feels. So, I don't have to say how easy it is, 'cos you guys won't believe me. I'll let you lear the hard way. Relax~! :D

DopplePeoples Taking Over Life?

I'm caught by an overflowing river of homeworks and assignment. So sorry for not updating for quite a while. :) Just finished a book called 'The Other Alice'. In one day. Hooray for me. :D My first impression of the book and the actual plot were two different things. Very. This should teach me not to judge titles. .____.

So there I was, thinking 'bout dopplegangers, or dopplepeople (My word. :D) Wouldn't it be so cool to have one? You'd finish everything in half the time you'd finish it on your own. I need one. In fact, anyony with common sense - or a busy job - would wanna own one.

But then I read the blurb, which talked 'bout Other Alice taking over Alice's life. And then I got scared. What if my DopplePerson tried to take over my life? First they'll warm up to my friends and family. Then they'd do everything I did.

And then they'll drug my loved ones with memory- erasing pills to make sure I'm erased from their memory. Then DoppeleMe would erase me forever. O.O

Ooh, how I love my imagination. They aren't real? :D

Or are they...?

Oh, well this is it for now. Sorry if it's all crap.
But it's what I'm going through right now.
And limited topics in school to talk 'bout.
Plus,
it
is

RANDOM. :D

Have a nice day.

In an Empty School

So, there's only a few days left before Eid is celebrated all 'round the world, and students rejoicing as the hols start. Students like me. But unlike others, I get to experience what it feels like to wait for your parents in a boarding school, all alone. :)

It's true what my friends say, being in the school grounds with only the birds chirping, the trees swaying and some unknown species screeching is quite relaxing. You don't have to worry 'bout other people ruining your eardrums as they shout incoherent things. The students were so eager to get home. It took like, an hour for the place to go from hazardously loud to deadly silent. :D

But within all that calm and peacefulness, there's a sense of loneliness in my heart. Wandering 'round the empty school and dorms aches my heart. So I feel painful yet exhilarating. XD And I felt bored, even though there was a pile of comics next to me, and so many things that can be done. Like vandalizing, or rummaging through other people's stuff, but I don't do that. It's not nice. :) In the end, there was only the kitten I was entrusted to take care of this hols to keep me company. Though it was of no help at all. It slept all the while. ._________.

The kitten. So cute~ :D

I'm gonna end this by saying have a happy Eid and hols to everyone! Make sure you come back in one piece. ;)

Cheating Exams

Hi there, people. How's life? Mine feels great (For the moment, at least.)! Exam week's over, and I got some of my papers back. I've improved! I feel so mushy inside! :D I earned it fair and square.

Unlike some people. They earned it unfair and irregular shape. .______.

During the exam week, I've seen friends using their means of cheating to get good grades. Come on, guys! Would you be proud of yourselves if you get A+ by using reference books? Some whispered to each other, others threw paper balls around to convey their message. Heck, they even had books on their laps! D: (In case you were wondering how the teacher was surprisingly blind enough to not see the obvious... We have frilly clothes covering the table. O.O Purple and frilly. *Dundundun*)

Some, though, got caught redhanded. And in a silly way. And then he was humiliated. The reason why?

The headteacher announced it in front of everyone.

Last Thursday, during assembly, he told the entire student body that he had confiscated a Form 5's mobile. (Yesh, rules state that mobile phones are forbidden, but the students nor the teachers care. :)) The shocking thing was there were text messages sent during the exam! And the head teacher, being such a kind soul, read the SMSes out loud for all the curious little people to hear. :D

The best part is, the texts were sent to a handful of people. Lucky teacher. With one single cellphone, he was able to find people who brought their phones AND cheated in their exams. Talk 'bout kill lotsa birds with one stone! XD

We've learnt a valuable lesson, didn't we kids? And for those who don't have a clue what the golden rule is:

IF YOU CHEAT, MAKE SURE TO GET RID OF

ALL THE EVIDENCE.

LOL. Just kidding. The real lesson is to never cheat. You'll never be proud with the result you get. Plus, you'll be in deep trouble and humility if you ever get caught. And the chances of that happening are very, VERY high. :D

Have a nice day. :)