Getting Ourselves Through

Someone thinks I should consider a career in psychology. Sounds fancy huh? But as  most of you know, I am disillusioned and frankly, have no idea what career would be. 

Starting from next week, we will have 2 more days of extra class.. Torture -_-" So now, no more going home at 1pm, all the time 2pm and even on Fridays with Ekonomi class, we go back at around 1.20pm. Day after day of school can be tiring, what's more if you can't even watch Spongebob :(

I guess days will pass by pretty fast and before you know it, it's already night time. But how can you survive like this?? Surely, there has to be something that keeps you going from your day to day schedule... There should be something that saves us, keeps us looking forward.

There are some of these things for me, like friends in school. If all of my friends ran away, surely I would ponteng everyday. They are what makes school bearable. Other than that, swimming. It keeps me looking forward to each Friday. 

So, lemme know what your saviours are.

Get A Life

This was a message I got yesterday. Warning! I never wrote this. Just because it's in my blog, doesn't mean I wrote this. Don't even let it cross your mind that the words in red are mine. 

"...kembali kepada kehidupan biah Islamiah..- HARI VALENTINE mengikut sjrh dtg dri zaman pemerintah ratu isabella di sepanyol.... perkataan VALENTINE diambil sempena nama pederi besar kristian Saint Valentine,beliau amat disayangi oleh ratu isabella dan juga rakyat jelata kerana beliau berjaya menumpaskan kerajaan islam di cordava,sepanyol pada 14 feb(tarikh hari valentine) 270 masihi. kejayaan beliau begitu bermakna bagi ratu isabella olh itu, 14 feb disambut setiap thun bagi merayakan kemenangan tersebut dengan menamakan hari valentine.. oleh itu,jikalau anda(umat islam) menyambut hari VALENTINE sama seperti anda gembira dgn menumpaskn krjaan islam di cordava.... sebarkan..!!"

-_-" Please lah here are some things I would like to point out :

1. See who you are sending this to first before you do lah.

 So St Valentine was a martyr, yes! He was caught marrying couples and what not, so was sentenced by the  Roman emperor ; this was before Emperor Constantine. So therefore, Valentine was never a priest who fought againt Cordova, what in the world were you thinking? A priest, fighting in war? Where do you get your facts, do you research before you do the talking.

If Valentines Day was a day celebrating the fall of Cordova, then it is in appropriate to celebrate it. But Valentine's Day celebrates the martyrdom of St Valentine, who was killed by Roman emperor Claudius II, for marrying Christian couples. As far as I know, it has nothing to do with Cordova, unless they were disguised as Romans to kill St Valentine, which I think is hardly plausible. So check your facts, not everyone appreciates distorted facts.

Torn-ded

I just wrote a post but deleted it. It was too emo. Things can never get emo here. Be happy always (:

Since I just deleted I post that was wrote quite well, I am blurrrrr now. I don't know what to write or what to say, except moo!

But what I can say is that once you have a blog things will never be the same. You start thinking to yourself " This is a good topic lah!" but of all the 1001 good topics running into my brain, only 0.01% stay there. The rest is forgotten. What we bloggers of 5 A need now is a good rest and then a good class topic.

P/s the story writing thing is starting to get lame -_-" and boring.

P/ss Accounts test on Monday! Aiyoyo..

P/sss Peka physics, chem exercise, maths and english staring me in the face.. :O i shouldn't be here...

Where do you come from?

Our roots are extremely important for us to know and cherish. But today, I will not be going so deep back into my roots to write about my great great great great grandfather or anything else. (:

Nope, today is just the surface of myself. The place where I was born. I was born in Malaysia, Kuala Lumpur, Bangsar to be specific. Even more specific, I was born in Pantai Medical Centre there. I was born at 8.45 am ( I think) on the 20th of October, 1992. Of course I'm not sure where exactly in the hospital, but somewhere in it lah. haha

Pantai Medical Centre is located near the Telekom Building, the Pucuk Rebung thingy. I can and will always remember it to be somewhere there as when I was standard 2 and was admitted, I remember looking at the Pucuk Rebung which was new, from the cafe. So next time you see Pucuk Rebung, think of me. lol. 

In the year 2001 or 2000 they started making renovations, so from a white building, it became blue and yellow. Here's a factfile, me and Daia were born in the same hospital :D huhu. All in all I'm proud to be a KL-ite and half Selangorese..lol. 

So, next time you fill in a form and they ask for your place of birth, don't take it lightly because it was the first place you ever ever saw. haha bet you didn't think of that. 

Negative Perceptibility (:

This is cool. I love looking at stereograms. It's simple, really. A stereogram is an optical illusion that makes you able to see 3D from 2D images. All you need to do is to have negative perceptibility. Just pretend to not look at anything while actually looking at something. (:

Lemme know if you can do it. Just focus on one point and with eyes unmoving slowly pull away from screen. YOU CAN DO IT! lol.

Emotions Spills Kills :'(

Yesterday was not such a nice day. For all the millions of Roger Federer fans, we were disheartened and upset with his loss to Rafael Nadal, whom most believe now to be invincible everywhere and anywhere. After 4 hours on the court, he finally gave up the title to Rafa. What made it worse was that he cried, Roger did. The so called "cool" and " emotionless" Roger. Seeing him cry makes me feel bad for him. But why should I you ask? He's got 45mil USD in winnings alone... But I still feel sad.I never saw him cry before.. :'( and...full stop.

I want to make you cry as well. :'( 

P/s watching the video on youtube again makes me so sad. :'( :'( :'( :'( Idk what to say....

Aftermath

Writer's block kills.

At least there is something for me to write about. The frog thing. Everyone seems to be talking about it. I am not an exception. Though I know, most of us are keen to move forward ;) here I will just write a little bit and then let the pictures do the talking, as they say ; a picture paints a thousand words. So, can u count how many words in this? 

It started out okay, but it was a little bit cruel when clorofom was added and the frogs jumped up and down probably to escape. We did it all in the name of science. So we took poor Kermit a.k.a Frogga to the dissecting table. Even to put down the first pins on its legs was hard to do, as there was some significance in the act. Most of you wouldn't understand. Then we cut through its cold hard body. Thinking of it now, gives me the shivers. haha.. SO the disscetion was carried out. Suddenly, I felt a bit woozy, then BOOM! it struck me, remember the time someone has a incredibly deep cut and bled like crazy, I felt faint then. So, reluctantly, I swayed to the chair and waited for the wooziness to subside. I know its frog blood, haha. Then later on, I came back. But there were so many people around our table, I couldn't possibly make anymore cuts. 

Then there were the organs, the heart was amazingly cool. The stomach looked like squid, and the lungs were like balloons; I could almost imagine someone doing that to me...wooo.. But then it was cruel, ruthless.. You guys are awful, haha.. Decimating the frog like there was no tomorrow. An image that will stay in my mind forever is Irsyad, tearing up frogs legs.OUCH.. I know. Remembering it gives me the creeps..Human nature; Mr Hyde.

Enough said, here are the pictures. I don't want to put all of them here. Takes time. So there, enjoy.

P/s I strike myself to be amazingly toneless in this post. I wonder why..