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Wednesday, December 2, 2009
about:
A new leaf
author:【 As 】
Gosh, does it feel like a gazillion years had passed since I last wrote my last blog post.
I know! I know... Why bother coming back after neglecting my blog for what it felt like several light-years has passed. Call it guilty conscience if you may or whatever you want.
You may wonder, what's up with my inactivity. Well, I've been redirecting my focus from writing my blog to this journal entry which I had to do. So I had to think up of two subjects every week and write it out. The subject can be about anything or everything under the Sun.
Sure... some of you might think it is a piece of cake. Well it's NOT! It's not as easy as what you imagined. It's hard to think up of good topic to write about, especially one that would not want to bore the life out of her or make her cry a river. It's just isn't my kind of thing to write about. I do rather write stuff like anything which is completely random and enjoyable to read.
Anyway to start the ball rolling, I might as well write about my impending doom, which is just 12 hours away from now.
A task which seems so easy like story-telling can actually make an 18-year old dude stressed out. I'm not too good telling stories, let alone make animal voices that I need to do when I'm story-telling.
And I should seriously avoid Truth or Dare games.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
about:
Answering Nature's Call
author:【 As 】
Sometime ago when I was surfing in the web, I came across this website which showed the top #5 most sacred places you can go to in the world. There were places like Mount Olympus in Greece, the Stone Ring of Avebury in England and the Moai Statues of Rapa Nui. However, they were forgetting one main important place.
“The Toilet.”
From my point of view, I would say the toilet is one of the most sacred place to go to if you are looking for a place to seek refuge in. No one can disturb you when you are in it. You are all alone in your world of yours, contemplating about life. However, if you were to add the word “Public” in front of the word “Toilet”, it totally brings a whole new meaning to the word.
It is not so much of the stench that lingers around in the toilet like a spirit which makes it bad. Okay may be a little but it is more towards the people who are using the toilet.
Throughout my whole visits to the public toilet, there are a whole plethora of people which I’ve took notice of that showcase the same kind of behaviour in the public toilet. It had me thinking, all of them had a lot of possibilities, as a nickname.
To start off, the kind of person which I absolutely want to avoid in the public toilet is what I would call, The Raging Rhinos. To give a brief description, Raging Rhinos are people who will come out of the blue and will attempt to ram your door down with you inside it. As if having diarrhoea is already bad enough, the rhinos will try any means necessary to get the door open, be it kicking or banging the door. As rhinoceros have poor eyesight, so do they. They are totally oblivious to the other toilet stalls which are available to use. They specifically want that one toilet stand that you are using. It is like as if they are infuriated that we are using their toilet stand in their territory, where they might have peed all over when they marking their territory. Of course, there is a way to deal with these rhinos. Apart from their poor eyesight, rhinoceros have an acute hearing so the best way to chase them away is to make a lot of noise, preferably using pots and pans.
Other than the Raging Rhinos, there is also the Chatterbox. You can identify them easily as they are the ones who are 24/7 on the phone, talking non-stop to this unknown person like as if they won’t be able to call each other anymore if they were to put down the phone. Although it is none of my business if they want to talk in the toilet but it completely disturbs me when they poop and talk at the same time. Wouldn’t you be grossed out? Perhaps it is just me. May be it is totally normal for them to do that. One thing’s for sure though, I wouldn’t want to be the one talking to them on the phone when they are in the toilet.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
about:
A Day in my Life
author:【 As 】
My day today is not what I would call a great day. It isn't entirely bad, neither it is entirely good. It's much like a chicken salad, a mixture of both.
My day started out to be fairly well as we have to report to school at 10 am, which means more time to sleep. More good news reached to my ears when Ms.Dorcas announced that there won't be any class after hers as Ms.M fell terribly sick today.
The thought of an early dismissal was music to my ears of course.
When school was dismissed, I decided to head back home... As I was returning home, the clouds began to gather around and fused into one huge black foamy-looking cloud, perhaps an omen to show that my day was turning sour.
Just I was right outside my house, it felt as if I was just one more step away to paradise and all that was blocking me from it was one huge brick wall or should I say my door. When pushed the turned the knob and pushed the door, it didn't budged. It was locked.
A minor inconvenience, I thought but not all is lost. I then proceed to call one of my family member to see if they were returning back home early. As if my day could turn any worse, just when I was starting to talk to the person on the phone, I heard a "beep!" and shortly afterward, there was dead silence. My phone was pronounced dead. Part of the reason it ran out of juice is due to its short battery lifespan.
With no form of communication whatsoever, I glued my butt on the bench, observing at my surroundings, waiting. My head was filled with positive thoughts that I might be able to enter the house few minutes later. I was so wrong.
Five hours later...
My butt was still glued to the bench and it felt numb as ever. I didn't move for five hours straight. The garden outside my house which fascinated me for a few minutes five hours ago now turned out to be more of a pester.
One thing I learned is that whenever there are plants, there will always be insects around. Ants were crawling everywhere, flying insects that never seem to stop orbiting around me like a satellite, buzzed around me.
As an added bonus, the temperature was scorching hot. I was perspiring like a leaking faucet. A sweating bucket.
I was saved (or I thought I was) by my Chinese neighbor when they saw me, looking all drained. I don't know whether it is only them or me but when you see an exhausted, drained person who looks like he could collapsed any time due to dehydration, you would offer a drink right?
Well, my Chinese neighbor from China had a different approach. They handed me their cellular phone instead and then spoke some "ChingChongPingPong" with their thick accent and saliva splattering all over me. I stood there, feeling stupefied by both their action, accent and splatter. Thankfully, their daughter who was could speak English told me that they offered their phone for me to call my parents. Confidently, I took the phone and dialed the first number "9...." and stopped after that.
I felt like a dumbass. I didn't even know my own parents number. So I decided to try to call my sisters. My head was racing and it felt hot as I rummaged my head, trying to remember what it was. All I could remember was "9....". So there, I was standing, looking stoned at the phone, clueless.
As I couldn't possibly tell them that I don't even know my family members' numbers, I just dialed my own number. I felt like a total idiot, calling myself. Trying to look convincing, I placed the cellular phone to my ear, as if I was expecting an answer from my own phone. After calling myself a few times, I just told my neighbor, I can't reach through. However, my neighbor somehow heard it wrongly and quickly went back. This time, when he came back out and he was holding an even bigger phone, those kind of phones which were enormously huge back in the past. All I said was "Oh boy..."
A few hours passed and my brother finally came back. By then I was on my brink of my sanity. My neighbor by then didn't entertained me after letting me use a few of their phones. They make it look like as if I was some sort of a quality inspector for their phone or something. A few more hours out there and I would have lost my mind.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
about:
The Old Man's Rant
author:【 As 】
Isn't it entertaining if you get to see two people quarreling between each other? You can hear all sorts of 'colorful' words that they spout at each other, some of which sounds really so wrong if you actually think of it.
The thing which made this quarrel so different from the rest is that the two quarrelers are actually two old man, arguing over something so small and everything in the quarrel appears to be in slow-motion too.
Whoever said the older you get, the wiser you become is so wrong. The scene didn't depicts that kind of image, at all.
How did it all started...
The whole thing pretty much started because there is Hip old man, wearing blue tinted glasses, blasting his music out loud in the train. If you were expecting those slow old Chinese songs, guess again. There is a reason why I call him Hip old man in the first place. He was playing techno songs and those kind of songs you normally hear from disco. Pretty hip if you ask me for a guy at his age.
Of course, this did irritate the commuters in train. No one dared to say anything. They all rather throw imaginary daggers at the hip old man as they stared at him, annoyed obviously. A great display of Eye Power.
Just when I thought I was going to drown by his techno / trance music, our savior then stepped in to help. This savior was another old man who was holding an umbrella.
I know, it is pretty pathetic to get saved by an old man. The youngsters in the train were just too busy with their eye power as they need full concentration to do so. As for me? I'm just a reporter reporting what goes on. So I'm excused. =]
Umbrella Man at first tried the friendly approach, telling him to lower down his volume twice but to no avail. So umbrella man decided to take it to the next level, and that is to use brute force.
At this point, if you are thinking of two old man rolling on the ground, punching each other faces, keep wishing. Although I don't mind being the referee if they want to fight.
Umbrella Man then dirtied the Hip Old man's pants and did not apologize for doing so. This of course, didn't turned too good as it only infuriated the other man, which in return, bombarded him back with a wide range of 'bright' and 'colorful' words. He was really good at it as he cursed Umbrella's man right down to his ancestors. Man do that guy really go deep when he was swearing.
It was pointless of him to try to counter him back as when he did tried to talk back to him, he just kept getting pummeled by the other old man, asking him to shut up.
The Colorful Conversation
The Hip Old Man: What you ask me to quiet? I play the song how loud I like ah! This one not your train what. You don't come here and cao......
Umbrella Man: Why you so angry? I just ask you to quiet your song right only what.
The Hip Old Man: You shut up! You are noisy and you need to keep quiet. You keep talking asking me to quiet my song. My problem ah! You got problem ah?
Umbrella Man: ... (Obviously gave up)
The Hip Old Man: You see the rest? All of them got complain to me anot when I play music? You....
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This was just a part of the whole conversation. I had much pleasure watching the whole drama as I was just right in front of them. I pretty much got a front seat view. I was thoroughly entertained watching the whole drama, it felt much like a live drama show featuring old men.
Soon after Umbrella Man left the train, defeated, the Hip old man turned his attention from him to me. With no one to vent his anger at, he then began conversing to me in Malay.
(He is a Chinese old man who can speak Malay)
Well you see...Malay isn't really my strong subject. I rarely speak Malay as I mainly use English as my primary language for speaking. As a result, some of my friends said that when I spoke in Malay, it sounded all weird. My understanding when it comes to Malay is so bad to the extend that you can actually substitute me for a primary 4 student, who can speak Malay better than me.
I couldn't understand 75% of what he said. My 'fantastic' Malay, together with the Hip Old man blasting music and slurred speak as he only had two teeth left hanging, I felt really lost. I did however put Ms Thanni lesson to good use. She said that to let the person know that you are listening to the speaker, you have to use words that show you are listening like for example, "Uh huh...", "Yeah..." and many more.
It's not that I'm not interested to talk to him, it's just that when I couldn't find the word which meant what I really meant.
To prove to you that my Malay was terribad, I actually said this to him.
"Pak cik, kamu Kacang (By right it is Kencang) kerana kamu dengar lagu yang sangat hebat!"
To translate, I called him a nut because the songs that he hears to are pretty hip, when I actually wanted to say that he is a cool person, not a nut.
His reaction? He just looked at me for awhile then continued on babbling away.
It is really true when people say that old people tell grandmother / grandfather stories. He basically told me why he was there, how he was back when he was young, his children, his job, what he don't like and what he likes and stuff like that.
When it was finally my stop, I was finally able to bid farewell to both that Hip Old man and yapping mouth. This really brought my mood up though. I'm glad that I had this entertainment back home.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
about:
Kalyisah
author:【 As 】
Among the other birthdays that was planned out by the Peanuts, I would say Kiki's birthday had a lot of complication that cropped out, especially at the very last minute. However despite all the setbacks that we faced in the midst of our preparation, the whole celebration went off with a blast.
As for Kiki's birthday, it was pretty much straight forward as for who will be the planner. Almost automatically, Hafizah was chosen to be the one, as if it was an unspoken rule in Peanuts. As a matter of fact, she was behind for nearly all the Peanut's birthday celebration.To be frank, I had no idea what was suppose to happen on her birthday myself. Even though I took part in the discussion for her birthday celebration, all the plans that were originally planned had been scrapped. All I knew was, we were suppose to bring Kiki to Sentosa and blindfold her, throw water bombs at her and run as for as we could!Amazingly, Kiki wasn't late on the day itself. A miracle indeed. After we met up with everyone and made our way to our destination, that's when problem then started to arise slowly one by one....Problem Number 1: A Creamy problemOur first problem was a pretty obvious one. We didn't have a cake for her birthday. Despite us planning in advance for her birthday, we had actually forgotten to buy her a cake. To add to the complication, we had to buy the cake secretly while she was with us.As we didn't want her to be suspicious on what was going on, Lynn and Sylvia distracted Kiki by bringing her to some girl's lingerie shop where they did their girl stuff, giving me and Vishnu a chance to slip away and go hunting for cakes. Problem Number 2: Cakes of Different Shapes and SizesWhen we browsing through the different bakery shops, the cakes that we found were either too big, too small or expensive. We even nearly bought a cake from Breadtalk. Thankfully, a voice boomed in my head, warning me. It was the voice from this crazy person I know who likes to advertise Habibi and Hazizi for her hobby. After much searching, we managed to get a small slice of a chocolatey cake for $5.80, enough to buy one bandito pockett.From there on, it pretty much felt like smooth sailing as there weren't any more problems pouring in our way. We then took a Monorail to Sentosa. After walking up and down, left and right in Sentosa, we finally reached the beach. Problem Number 3: The Floating CrocodileAs it rained earlier on that day, the skies were blanketed by the clouds, blocking off the sun's rays. This was, of course, good news for the basket-mutant-turtle-sucka (Kalyisah) as she is afraid looking like a walking fried chicken when school reopens.The UV rays were however the least of my concern though. I was more concern on how to get myself to float in the sea. Embarrassingly to say, this crocodile here doesn't know how to swim, let alone float. So if you were to push me down in a Kiddy pool at a local swimming pool, I can actually drown there. When swimming, they said that you have to stay calm and must not panic when you are swimming, which is something which I'm not too good with. I often end up below the water instead of floating above the water.Thankfully, Kalyisah bought a ball before we headed to Sentosa. As I can't swim, let alone float, I depended on this ball to get me floating. I really felt like a floating piece from a shipwreck drifting away where the waves take me to. No matter how hard I tried to paddle my way back to the shores but it wasn't sufficient to counter the sea's gentle waves.
Vishnu and Kalyisah were a lifesaver as they saved me a couple of times whenever I was pulled away by the sea. I wouldn't know what I will do without them. I will probably drift all the way to Thailand if is not for them.
Problem Number 4: The Pestering Sand
After we were done playing by at the beach, we began our long and grueling walk to the public toilet. With the sands in between our toes, it made a simple thing such as walking a torment. It felt like our skin could tear any second each time I walked.
If I were to compare the pain to the pain when one walks on hot coals, I would say I would rather lie face-down and roll around on the hot coals than walk around with sands in between my toes.
When we reached to the public toilet, we went into the respective toilet and got ourselves clean. It doesn't take someone with a keen eye to see the difference in how long boys and girls take to dress up.
Boys are quick when it comes to getting ready and it will take up at most 5 minutes. Girls however, take one hell of a time to get ready. They have to put on makeup, get their hair done and who knows what they are doing behind the toilet. Centuries have passed and they still aren't quite done with grooming themselves up.
Finally after what it seems like an aeon had passed, we took a bus out of Sentosa and went to our Pizza Hut, to answer our stomach's calling.
After we were done eating at Pizza Hut, we sat at an area which overlooks the ships under the starry night sky and chatted our way away. Soon afterward, we took our own separate back home.
{Have to give my thanks to Lynn for the photo}In the end, Kiki's birthday celebration was a really enjoyable and fun-filled day. Everyone had fun during her birthday and I'm glad that it all went well in the end.
Friday, October 2, 2009
about:
House-attack
author:【 As 】
To say that this year's Hari Raya is the most boring one in my previous post, I must be crazy at that time to say that. This year's Hari Raya is definitely different from the rest, that's for sure. Different in terms of the delectable food and treats that I filled my stomach with, the different houses that I went to with my classmates and how the day ended off too.
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It's too lengthy if I were to describe what I could remember for each and every house with great detail so I will sum it all up.
Diyanah's House:
- Very stylish-looking house.
- Lots of furry carpet and pillows.
- Food was slightly SPICY.
- Again, I need to emphasize this, she has a VERY cool-looking home.
Izzatie's House:
- Pretty ordinary looking home.
- Had a cool-looking grass carpet underneath her table.
- Can't comment on the food as only drinks were served.
Nasriah's House:
- The house was armed with one whole bottle filled with candies.
- Had a radio that played some weird Indian music.
- Had a funny grandfather.
Hidayah's House:
- Had a very nice scenic view from her house level.
- Had one big atomic-bomb looking coke bottle.
- Some of the treats were surprisingly made by the daughters of the family. (A compliment not the other way round). They were yummy of course.
Sukini's House:
- Had a small cozy home.
- Colorful-looking stool chair.
- Her neighborhood is filled with cats.
Safira's House:
- Her chicken rice was amazing. I couldn't stop munching on the green leafs and cucumbers too like a caterpillar. Too bad there weren't any second serving to her chicken rice.
- Had a very "observant" father.
- CHICKEN RICE!!
Fadhilah's House:
- Was asked to speak Malay in front of her parents.
- Although I was full, I had to eat as 'requested' by someone.
- Got to see Fadhilah's sister who looked something like Kalyshah.
Tania's House:
- Tania had a very stylish-looking house.
- Got to see Tania's little brother.
- Ate some macaroni, a waste though didn't get to finish it due to time constraint. Wish could stay longer.
Aniqah's House:
- By then, it was already 12.30 A.M when we reached her house.
- Had a very adorable cat.
- Had a cool-looking home too.
- Pity that I didn't get to play with the cat much. Mehh...
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As it was already midnight, I had to take a cab along with Izzatie to go home. I had to walk halfway back to my destination though as I did not have enough cash with me for the taxi fare. It was good exercise anyway after bloating myself with all those gassy drinks and scrumptious food. Although my imagination were going wild in the dark, I managed to return home safely.
It is really a pity that we couldn't go to some of my friends house. Next year then!
Monday, September 28, 2009
about:
Jingle-Ball Man
author:【 As 】
SHOCKING events often occur when you least expected it. I guess that is why you call it shocking in the first place. I had mine recently, my encounter with what I would name him, the "Jingle-ball man".
I happened to stumbled upon this person when I was going to KFC for breakfast. Apparently, this person was showcasing his "jingle-balls' out in the public. God knows why he was doing that, probably trying to air his "rambutans" or doing a photo-shoot for the public. Whatever the reason was, he was REALLY getting a whole lot of attention from the public, ranging from pedestrians to drivers who actually stopped at the side of the road and watched the man do his thing. I do, however, feel for the unfortunate little children who happened to pass by the area. I can't imagine what their parents reaction would be if their child were to tell them about Mr.Jingle-Balls.
Coming back to Mr.Jingle-Balls, he apparently has two bladder in his body. The volume of water he peed out is probably equivalent to 4 bottles of pee, may be even more. You may think I'm exaggerating but I'm really am not. He can even pee longer than you holding your breath. Really.
As much as I want to stand there and watch the person, I can't. I don't want him to be all mad with me staring with wide eyes and him feeling insulted by that. For all I know, he could start chasing after me just because I pissed him off.
He did do some other weird acts such as picking up stuff from the grass and chewed on it but I shall not gross you any further.
My appetite was oddly not disturbed despite what I saw, this goes likewise with my mom, grandmom and my brother too.
When we were returning back home, Mr.Jingle-Balls wasn't there anymore. The only thing which was left of him was his other pair of black socks.
To sum it all up, it is sure way to start out a day.
(A little something for all of you to ponder on)
(Have you ever wondered why Superman wears his underwear outside?)
