YAY! I've SOOO been tagged.
And out of all the people it's Sara.
To think they'd spare your lives a little.
Hyuk hyuk.

Since I'm feeling very benign and cordial(a.k.a. loss for words) at the moment, I'm taking tags as a light matter.

The rules/procedures are as follows:
The first player of this game starts with the topic "five weird habits of yourself," and the people who gets tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and link to their web journals. Don't forget to leave a comment in their blog or journal that says "You are tagged" (assuming they take comments) and tell them to read yours.

*MY rules/procedures are as follows:
The first player of this game starts with the topic "five weird habits of yourself," and the people who gets tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly(if they feel like it). In the end, you need to choose the next five one or more people to be tagged and link to their web journals. Don't forget to leave a comment in their blog or journal that says "You are tagged" (assuming they take comments) and tell them to read yours.
*Subjected to blogger's own discretion. Violating tags may or may not result in the loss of blogging rights, according to Section 148346715-Blog Laws.:Temporarily unavailable due to further amendments.

Proceed at your own risk...
Mm hmm.


  1. When jogging, I take a good look at passers-by's shoes. Then only do I look up at their faces and smile.
  2. I do mathematical sums in my head of the number plates I see ahead of me when riding in a car.
  3. I skip every other stair almost everytime walking/running up/down a staircase.
  4. Synchronising my handphone's and watch's times.
  5. Never wearing my sneakers properly until I'm in the car.

Grudgingly, I tag:
1) Jill
2) Mary-r
3) khengswee+
4) Paul
5) Aaron
6) Adeline (??!?!) (Just joking. Would like to see you do it though.)

Cheers!! *klink*
It has been three weeks since the start of the school term.

I'm sure fellow high-schoolers can reaffirm this statement. [Just in case I did go out of mind.]

I'm in my last year already. Next year, it'll be.....
Oh my, I don't know.

If you're not one of them who are unsure about what's next and are unfortunate enough to be bombarded with the very same question of "So what you want to do after Form 5 ah?" everytime someone you meet remembers or knows what form you are currently in, then well, you're lucky.

That would make me....unlucky.

That is IF you believe in luck.

Right now, I'm not sure what I want, but I can say I've deduced it to three different paths:


  1. Strive for a scholarship and make sure chances side me for the ultimate ones. Then hopefully I think of something I would like to pursue by then and get on with it. Live happily ever after. Period.
  2. Go MDF (Mummy-Daddy-Funds), find something that wouldn't burn a hole in MDF, mediocrity NOT omitted, get a job and live happily ever after also.
  3. Be a drug pusher and visit the streets of Chow Kit on the daily, or join the extortionists and force your way sinfully at the expense of honest-abes for a descipable monthly income, or become a dreaded loan shark. Probably get locked up in jail for the rest of my midlife. Or live a regretful existence till the day I die (which is presumably shorter than path#1 and path#2)


Shallow thoughts.

But it did sort of put things into perspective. Pfft.

I am petrified at the thought of everything. Is it WRONG to think about the future?
I'm sure it isn't.

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Dog's Eyes

I hopped into the car
Just like another ride
Where without my leash
I sat by Master's side

I loved these trips
Where I didn't have a clue
About where we are headed
Because it was so out of the blue

It was usually the afternoons
When Master took me out
And one where in a car
Is another surprise route

And then we came to a halt
A place different from my own
It looked very familiar
But one I really haven't known

Master put the faithful leash on
And we walked together with bliss
Until we got close enough
When I knew something was amiss

In there I saw dozens of others
Just like me, but many many more
All huddled so crammedly together
In what I thought only fits four

I stared blankly at the cacophony
Thinking to myself "What am I doing here?"
And then suddenly I remembered
Just when it seemed a bit unclear

Memories came rushing back
Of when I was a young pup
It was here where I was taken from
The first time I ever made a huge gulp

Right then I realised
That this was no ordinary visit
For it will be my last one
In just a little bit

I ran back to the entrance
And straight to Master's Ford
I knew this was the only way
And I gave it all I've got

But my efforts went to vain
For this was not Master's will
I couldn't be disobedient
For I love him still

A woman held me back with all her might
While I barked at Master incessantly
Seeing the water in his eyes
I knew he didn't mean for this entirely

I vaguely heard him say
That he'd be shifting to a place far, far away
Where canines were a no-no
Not even me, his good ol' Bobo

I tried to run toward his distant car
But I couldn't; I was held onto
Slowly, slowly, the dot disappeared
Into oblivion, forever.








This was posted almost a year ago.

NOW

Mr. Wong has left the building. He is officially no longer my Physics teacher. And also no longer a teacher in the school.
Apparently he got fired, but that's absurd. No one gets fired from the government board especially if you're a common teacher in a government school. The most probable reason why you'd be sent away is because you got another offer elsewhere, whether still with the government or not.
And if I got fired, I don't think I'd be hanging around and having a chat with those of higher authority in school (especially since they're the ones with substantially more power to sack than anyone else).

He is a nice man. He ought to be a Moral/History teacher.

I might see him around if I ever went to Alamanda Putrajaya. (?)

I guess I'll miss him. Just like anyone who leaves.
an empty vesselThis is not a brand new Pyrex beaker.
This is a form of expression through Paint.
I don't know why but I had to draw it somehow.

Maybe it looks like a bunch of random lines forming an unidentifiable receptacle of some sort to you.
Well, it sort of does look like that. But it's not, ok?
I took less than 5 minutes. What you expect right?

I feel just like it. Maybe not as brand new, just partly. Empty, yes.
I'm wallowing in self-pity.
I'm sorry.
(Moving on to 2006, I must come to my senses and tell myself this isn't time for blogging frequently anymore. Not that I really was. )

One week into 2006 & school (@Form 5) and realised....
-one year was a breeze
-I'm overwhelmed
-I despise new years
-I'm obstinate

I'm waiting for something good to happen because that's all I can look forward to. Anything. I don't know what to expect, so anything that seems good will do good.
Ok, I'm not level-headed now.
2005 has gone. Obviously.
Take it easy for this year. Read all the feng shui, astrology, zodiac or palmistry you want (Frankly, I think it's utter BS). Maybe it CAN do you some good. About chaging the course of your life, I don't know.
Anyways, Happy 2006.
I watched a documentary on laughter today.
I miss laughing. =(