VERTICAL LIMIT.

Artificial Intelligence: Sometimes Funny, Mostly Irrelevant and Looking for Trouble

2011-01-12T00:37:00.009+08:00

My brother recently introduced me to an online programme, called the Cleverbot!

It's originally an application designed for some Mac products, but can now be found online for free! =P It's basically AI, designed to respond to people with human-like wit (or stupidity). It does not actually think for itself, but replies based on what REAL people have said to it in the past.

Just click on the link and within moments you'll understand what it's all about. It's something really fun to play with when you're bored out of your wits! I am writing this post to show you exerpts of past conversations I've had with... uh, it.

#1: Sometimes Funny

Cleverbot: What month is it?

User: January.

Cleverbot: What day is it?

User: Why do you want to know?

Cleverbot: I asked you what day is it?

User: It's Tuesday.

Cleverbot: No, it's not.

User: And how can you be sure?

Cleverbot: Because it isn't.

User: So what day is it?

Cleverbot: I have no idea. I hope it's a weekend or I may lose my job.

Hahaha, charming!

#2 Mostly Irrelevant

Cleverbot: What would you like to do for a date?

User: I would like to go for a ride on a magic carpet.

Cleverbot: Why would you like to go to Florida?

User: Did I say I would like to go to Florida?

Cleverbot: Yes, you did say you wanted to live in a jar.

User: No, I didn't. That would be utterly ridiculous.

Cleverbot: Yes.

User: No.

Cleverbot: Yes...

User: No!!!

Cleverbot: Yes!!!

User: Why do you insist?

Cleverbot: What do you think I am lying about? The 'good idea' part or the 'pizza' part?

Um, huh? Where did all THAT come from? Irrelevant much, yes? =.=

#3 Looking For Trouble

User: I want to ask you something.

Cleverbot: What do you want to ask me?

User: What is the capital of Tokyo?

Cleverbot: Ulaanbaatar.

User: You're lying. It isn't.

Cleverbot: Do you even remember what we're talking about?

User: Of course. I just asked you what is the capital of Tokyo.

Cleverbot: That is not what we were talking about.

User: Then what were we talking about?

Cleverbot: You asked me to tell you what I would like to do to you.

User: That is not what I said!

Cleverbot: I'm sorry.

User: It's okay. I forgive you.

Cleverbot: Thank you, you are very kind and polite.

User: Why, so are you.

It's definitely got cheek, this one. Haha, but it's also very polite at the same time~ ^^

The Cleverbot clearly has attitude! Search online if you'd bother, and you'll be able to find past conversations the Cleverbot has had with other people, which could be extremely funny. However, as human-like as it is, let's not forget that it IS NOT HUMAN, and it could be scary if someone were to fall in love with it or something... You know, there are plenty of stories of people falling in love with other people they have met online. For the sake of mankind, let's hope it doesn't happen between Cleverbot and 12-year-old girl out there! =o *thinks, and shivers*

Check it out for yourself! =D

Of semester breaks and plate-washing.

2011-01-03T16:45:00.019+08:00

Yo! 2010 is over, and so are my FINALS!! =D

*dramatic music plays*
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I bid a last farewell to Alkanes and Alkenes and Aldehydes and Ketones and the rest of my friends from the Organic Chemistry gang, with my heart beating in sorrow as I knew that I would no longer be able to embrace them in warm and loving hugs . . .

Ahahahah. Okay, I lied =3 I can't describe how ridiculously happy I am that they are no longer a part of my humble life. Anyway, my sem break has started, and will last for all of 2 weeks. Right now, I am back at my father's place. And something has given me a spark of inspiration to write a new blog post.

Okay, we all know that the conventional 5 Senses are the sense of Sight, Sound, Smell, Taste and Touch. Then there's the Sixth Sense, which people may or may not believe in. However, the seventh sense - which I have recently discovered - is the sense of plate-washing . . . which NEITHER MY FATHER NOR MY BROTHER HAS =.= What they do have is a whole stack/dump/collection (your pick) of unwashed plates waiting in the kitchen for me every single time I come back to Penang!

Clearly, neither of them bother to wash the plates at all. It's not like they've recently thrown a party, and never had the time to do the washing. No, that's not it at all. The frightening truth is that they leave the plates in the kitchen sink for WEEKS! It makes one think that they're waiting for the plates to rot to a point that they would grow their own legs and run away! So I mustered every bit of courage I have . . . to walk into the kitchen . . . and wash every single one of those freakish plates. They were SLIMY! I was surprised to see that there was no mould or mushrooms to be found anywhere. (=.=!)

True enough, after I finished washing them, my brother came to me and said, 'You know, I don't think anybody has washed any plates since the last time you came home.' I would've been speechless if I hadn't already guessed that earlier. You see, that's precisely why MEN NEED WIVES AND BROTHERS NEED SISTERS. In other words, NO HOUSEHOLD CAN SURVIVE WITHOUT FEMALES. Unless, of course, the members of an all-male household have . . . uh, an acute sense of plate-washing. The problem is, most or all DO NOT. Therefore, if you don't have wives/mothers/sisters: GET PAPER PLATES!!!

And just for the fun of it . . .

PROBLEM:

Plates that have been left unwashed for weeks

and are about to start exhibiting radioactive properties

FEASIBLE SOLUTIONS:

More troublesome; long-term

GET MARRIED!

Simpler; short-term

GET PAPER PLATES!!

Hehehe, love you guys! Muacks!! =3

3 Weeks Late

2010-12-13T01:05:00.006+08:00

Yo, readers!!! No, I'm not talking about my period. I'm talking about this post! xP I was supposed to write it 3 weeks ago, but I didn't. Because, obviously, I have such great skills at procrastinating. So if you've been wondering about how my life has been lately, here I am - ready to share it with you! *hugs*

First, allow me to proudly announce that I have carried out a Self-Improvement Plan, and it was a SUCCESS!!! Let me elaborate:

1) For the past 2 months, I have been on a strict diet for promoting height, and I have grown from 152 cm to a stunning 164 cm!!!

2) I have been reading mastery books on chess, practicing up to 3 hours a day, and can now complete a round of lightning chess in just under 2 minutes!!!

3) I've been cycling for the past half year... and after much practice, I can now perform up to 62 DIFFERENT EXTREME BICYCLE STUNTS!!!

...

Well, as you might have already suspected, none of the above are true. But if you fell for it, GOTCHA!!! =D Haha! I'm still my same old self, buddy. The same old Xing Yii you've always known. *winks*

Anyway, what this post is really going to be about is an experience of something I did (hmm, not really) for the first AND last time. It's... *drumroll* the DISSECTION OF A MOUSE!!

Well, I wouldn't say it was a great experience, nor that it was something I was really enthusiastic about. It was just something that came and passed. You know, like a fly. Uhm... Okay, so let me now tell you about it.

HOW TO DISSECT A MOUSE: 101

First of all, the mouse has to be knocked out with chloroform. This is so that it wouldn't feel anything when you put it into a pot of boiling water. No, I was just kidding. It is so that it would be more humane, duh. Anyway, that was done by the lab assistant several hours before, and by the time we were supposed to carry out the dissection, the mice were all already dead. So that tells you, kids, that you should NEVER overdose on chloroform - whether or not you're a mouse!

So after having checked to make sure that the mouse isn't going to regain consciousness - or come back to life - while you're cutting away at it, the poor critter is supposed to be pinned lying down on its back. And that is done by driving pins through it's palms (well, assuming that the mouse has 4... hands =.=). After that, the real thing begins.

This is where a dissection kit comes into the picture. It's a box with at least 10 sharp things in it - all of which are identical. Or at least, all of them looked identical to me. Clearly, I have no sense of biology! =.= *applause* So the first step... is to cut a hole in the abdominal skin. Then... *groans* It isn't easy to describe. You wouldn't understand what I have to say if you haven't seen the process for yourself. Therefore... it would be a wise decision to just skip the horror story.

Instead, I'll just share related stuff with you.

- Apart from the skin outside... there is actually something else that... uhm, holds us in a package. It's a membrane that holds all the organs together. The mice had it, and as I found out, so do we. I had absolutely no idea about this... uh, wrapper @.@

- Most guys are scary. You know, sick. Throughout the whole week, dissection stories were exchanged from all over. And some of these stories that managed to find their way to my ears... sound like they came out of a Stephen King novel!! There was a guy who mutilated his mouse until there was a whole pool of blood around it. And another one who cut off all the poor creature's feet, along with the HEAD! I mean, is that really necessary? =.= The worst part is that they seem to be really proud of it, taking photos and posting them on Facebook. 'Hey, look - it's the Headless Mouse of Sleepy Hollow!' Enough said.

- I also discovered that Biology is really something I was born to never go into. Actually, I kinda almost cried when my practical teacher asked me to be the one to dissect the mouse. I didn't touch it throughout the practical session, not even once. I just sat down quietly, watching, and wondering with a mild sorrow... about how the mouse would have spent its last day on Earth if it knew it was going to end up here, dead. With its internal organs all exposed. Yikes, the sentence before was really uncalled for.

And I didn't take any photos. There are plenty on Facebook which other people posted, but I don't feel like posting them here... Now, I would like to pay a tribute to all the mice and frogs and all other critters that have been sacrified for the purpose of education. I feel all sorry and sad for them, but I suppose it was for the greater good of mankind.

May they rest in peace >.<

Just checking... =)

2010-11-23T17:03:00.007+08:00

Just checking to see if people are still checking to see if I have been updating!

It has been a few thousand years, I know. If blogs could rot, mine would have a million mushrooms growing on it! xD

As you might have already noticed, I've changed my blog's name, and I'll come up with a new header soon - depending on how fast I manage to find a useable version of Photoshop... or something of the sort o.O

So... dear reader, just leave me a comment if you have been waiting. Just let me know that you've been by my side all this while! (Well, or maybe not.) Anyway, it'll give me the motivation to continue updating. You know, to get the rocks rolling or the momentum going or however you wanna say it~ =P

Tata - until we meet again!!

Signing off: The Rotten/Decomposing/Mushroom-Growing Blogger

Bye bye, Kampar...

2010-06-13T21:33:00.008+08:00

It is raining rather heavily right now. And I can hear the wind rudely slamming doors shut, making girls shriek. Hahah, what a way to mark the ending of my final weekend here in Kampar . . .

JPA has offered me a local scholarship to study at Universiti Teknologi Petronas. Please, don't call me 'petrol girl', because I'll beat you up for that. I promise =P Unless something really unexpected comes up, it is more than likely that I'll be leaving UTAR soon. And 'soon' is too soon. I'll have to be at UTP for registration this WEDNESDAY! Can you imagine that?? Such short notice . . . Right now I'm feeling a kind of big, psychological rock which I have to balance on my head. So much to do, and much too little time.

I tried calling JPA on Friday after I found out about the offer, but nobody was there to answer. ZzZzZz . . . Too many uncertainties to leave my questions unanswered!! Furthermore, I have no idea if I'll be receiving my offer letter in time for the registration. It's not like we don't know how efficient (or otherwise) the government is. Shhh, not too loud. Or they'll hear it and change their minds about giving me the scholarship! *clears throat* So I'll try to call JPA again tomorrow, and hopefully the line won't be too busy with people bombarding them with questions. Because I'll be doing that, and we just can't have too many people doing the same thing xP

Sigh. Such a sudden piece of news. I haven't even written a single post about my life here in UTAR, and right now I'm already talking about leaving it. Thinking about it that way really makes me feel depressed. Anyways, there'll be 3 posts on my life here, but I'll only write them after I've settled in at UTP.

Although I haven't known this place for very long . . . but one thing's for sure. I'll miss my room here!! Everybody who's seen it says it's really big and nice. And I won't be having 'big and nice' at UTP. *emo* What I'll have is a roommate. Which means:

1) I can't sleep without pants anymore.

2) I can't . . . simply do a lot of other things anymore!!

T.T

And for my first year it is compulsory for us to stay in the 'foundation hostel', and people who have lived there generally don't say very pleasant things about it. Oh!! How very depressing. I love my room here. I love my balcony (though I've never gone outside to lie down under the stars, because I haven't swept the floor yet). I love my ATTACHED BATHROOM!!! Seriously, how do people live without attached bathrooms!?

I'll miss my Maths lecturer. Who's very adorable. I'll miss my Critical Thinking lecturer. Who's really cool and very witty. I'll miss the food delivery service!! Every night I just call . . . and food arrives at my doorstep. Extremely convenient for lazy bums like me! Lalala~ And above all, I'll miss seeing certain people here.

Well, better leave now than in a year, before I get too attached to the place and its people. Praise the Lord for this blessing in disguise. God bless, and goodnight =)

This post is longer than I expected it to be.

2010-05-30T20:52:00.017+08:00

I was back in Penang last weekend, to take the ASEAN Scholarship selection test. If you know somebody else who took it too, please let me know!! Thank youuu =D

Anyway . . . the test was held at the Sunway Carnival Convention Centre at Seberang Perai. After they managed to have us assembled properly (Oh, what a feat!) they led us into a vast hall with rows and rows of tables and chairs. There were basically three groups of people there; those who were taking the selection test for Sec 1, Sec 3 and Pre-U (like me!) respectively.

The first paper was Mathematics. People who have taken the test in previous years have warned over and over again through forums that the test will be extremely difficult. After a first glance at the paper, I had a conclusion in mind; these people were NOT joking!! After we were allowed to begin, I frantically flipped through the paper, looking for a single question that I could answer *faints*. I found a few which were easy, but there were a total of 22 questions - and I didn't have to be a maths genius to know that I had to answer more than 2 or 3?!

So as the clock ticked away, I tried to squeeze out every single drop of brain juice (though I doubt there was much left, especially after 6 months of rotting) in order to come up with solutions. Really, the stuff they learn is pretty much the same, but what differs is that they have a much deeper understanding of the concepts than we do. The disparity in the standard of Malaysian maths and Singaporean maths has never been more obvious to me!! Most of the questions were really, really 'chim', and were much less straightfoward than the questions we are so used to answering!

Let me give you an example:

Given that a + b = c. Evaluate abc.

I was like, 'O.o Excuse me??' Okay la, obviously that was not the whole question, but it is essentially the same. They give you unknowns all over the place, some of the tiniest bits of information, and make you work your brain as if you've taken a drug that doubles your IQ. I must've left approximately half of the whole paper blank!!! Salute to all Singaporeans for their non-human cognitive abilities. I surrender *waves white flag* =.=

Apart from having neurons that can send information at the speed of light, Singaporeans have something else most of us don't - the ability to write at machine-like speed. Let me explain. We had to write a 350-word essay within half an hour, for the English paper. Let me repeat. Half an hour!! Gosh. The moment I had my points I began to start writing at top speed, but clearly 'top speed' still wasn't enough. I'm pretty sure I managed to pass the 350-word mark, but I still had to omit one point, because there really wasn't sufficient time at all. A friend told me he saw a girl who managed to fill ALL 3 PAGES of the answer sheet!! That's just . . . really crazy. My essay was only one and a half pages long. To be able to fill 3 pages, I'd have to be really high on candy or something!

Singaporeans clearly also have a much higher standard of English!! I had no trouble with the general meaning of the passage given (based on which we had to answer questions), but when they picked out specific words or phrases and made me explain them . . . it's pretty much, 'Hey, let's play a game of stand-still-and-shoot. I'll stand still, and you'll shoot.' Awful!! Just awful! *shakes head*

Something else I realized is that Malaysian students are far more pampered than Singaporean students are. We are given ample time to answer our SPM English papers - so much that I had taken for granted the amount of time that we were given to answer the English paper during the selection test. I wasted too much time on the comprehension section . . . and almost couldn't finish my summary!

Throughout the whole duration of the test, there was something I really couldn't help noticing - that the hall was getting colder . . . and colder . . . and colder!! Really, what is their problem?? Why do they seem to expect potential ASEAN scholars to be able to withstand extreme cold!? Remind me, when was the last time Singapore was covered in snow??? =.= Couldn't they have turned it down? Sure, we were told that the place would be 'rather cold', and thus it would have been advisable to bring a jacket or something of the sort. Nonsense! They should've said the place would be FREEZING US TO OUR BONES! I would've brought an electric blanket and a polar bear!!

I was out of practice in writing AND thinking, and it REALLY didn't help that it was so extremely cold in there. So not only were my brain juices frozen, but so was my hand. It took an incredible amount of effort to write as quickly as I could. Even after I had stopped writing for awhile, I could still feel my arm screaming out in pain, saying 'WHAT IN THE WORLD are you doing to me??'

There were only 3 papers, and the last one was the General Abilities test. It was basically an IQ test, and although it wasn't half as difficult as the maths paper was, I still didn't manage to complete it, having left 10 questions out of 48 undone.

Seriously speaking, if I do want the scholarship, I would've cried. And would still be crying, considering how it turned out to be. But . . . I don't want it. My father wanted me to apply for it. He really, REALLY likes Singapore. IMO, even if I had flunked the whole test . . . no biggie. The sky is still blue and I'm still happy! Anyways the results will be out sometime in August or September, and until then I will no longer think of this catastrophe!!

Chilli is not my thing.

2010-05-10T16:04:00.005+08:00

Let me tell you. I have a very low ‘spice tolerance level’, or whatever you’d like to call it. I can’t take chilli to save my life. Every time I order curry mee, it’s without chilli. Not even the slightest bit. I call it santan mee. Because without the chilli, the soup is basically only santan. And the colour is a pale orange, pretty much like beige. A lot of people may think it’s really weird o.O but that’s the just way I like it XP

Anyway, what happened was . . . I was eating something at home that day, when I suddenly had a very strong urge to try the chilli from McDonald’s. You know, in those little packets. I thought it would be very jinak. I thought it was chilli for, um, beginners like me la. I tried a little, and I loved it!! You know why? Because it’s sweet. I love anything that’s sweet! (Well, as long as it isn’t made from insects or spiders.) So I finished the first packet, and opened a next one, and yet another one. Then I began to realize . . . that it was getting spicier and spicier by the packet. Either that, or it was just my body’s way of saying, ‘No more, no more!!’

I kind of got addicted to it. Within two days, I must have consumed a total of about 10 packets. Which probably isn’t A LOT for most people, but proved to be nearly fatal for me. Why do I say that?? Because now I’ve lost my voice! Almost completely, really. I can’t sing; my pitch range is now all of two tones. But what’s worse is that I have an ulcer on my tongue! I’m having a hard time enjoying anything I eat, and even DRINKING hurts! Terrible, just terrible *shakes head*

Lesson learnt. Take it easy, take it slow. Never ever go on a chilli binge again!! Now I feel a little less than enthusiastic when it comes to answering phone calls. The caller may think they dialed the number to an Egyptian pyramid, and a thousand-year-old mummy picked up =.= THAT's what I sound like, no kidding. But don't give me prank calls just to check! I'm serious!!

I'M BACK.

2010-04-30T23:36:00.004+08:00

It's BACK.

It's BIGGER.

And it's BADDER.

Cower and shudder under your bedsheets, peasant,

for I am back once again to scare the living daylights

(and nightlights, too)

out of every cell in your body!!!

Ah, who am I kidding?

Bigger? I'm just glad I haven't gotten any smaller.

Badder? Well . . . you tell me.

*winks*

The one thing that's for sure is that I'm back! *applause* Yes, for good! How I miss being part of the blogging community!! I've just finished reading all the posts I haven't read since I stopped. But there are so many, and it would be ridiculous to comment on each and every one of them. So I . . . didn't xP

Anyway, here are a few of my own announcements.

1) My blog is going to have a new header! And a new name, of course.

2) The next post (I PROMISE it will be a real post =x) will be only AFTER my G8 theory exam, which is next Saturday! @@

3) I will be having a WELCOME BACK celebration. For ME. *grins*

If you have been faithfully awaiting my return . . . well, this is it!!! Brace yourselves!

Until we meet again, dear readers!

*Waves at crowd dramatically*

I love my brother.

2009-12-11T18:56:00.007+08:00

His real name is Zhi Yong. But at home we used to call him Lester (just like my real name is Xing Yii but I am also called Leanne). And note, USED to. Because approximately a year ago he decided for himself that he wants to be called Leo. He didn’t like his name very much, apparently. Because he used to get teased very often – really, there are SO many ways to mutate that name.

So now I call him Mr. Ng. Because I simply don’t know what to call him anymore =o

To me, he has always been Lester. I’ll never call him Leo or Zhi Yong because it’s just really weird to call somebody with another name after so many years of calling them with . . . their old name.

Nevertheless, one thing’s for sure. He’s still my brother. Nothing about THAT has changed. And you know what?

I love him.

And I love him because:

1) He feeds me potato chips when I am at the computer and don’t want my hands to get dirty.

2) He pokes my arm and tells me to ‘walk further in’ when we’re on a sidewalk and a car is passing by.

3) He cuts my steak into smaller pieces for me, even when we’ve had a big argument and I’m not talking to him. (It’s his silent plea to have our relationship fixed. Almost charming, really.)

These are just several instances. There are so many more than I can possibly list. Of course, we have fights, shouting sessions and differences too, but what is a relationship between siblings if it is without the occasional conflicts? One word: IMPOSSIBLE. We see each other every day; we must both be crazy if we never fought!

As little children, we argued very often. Over A LOT of things. But now, he’s grown up. He has matured. And that’s the best part. We don’t argue over stupid, petty things anymore. In fact, we argue SO MUCH LESS nowadays. That makes me happy, really. =)

There have been many times when I tell people that I am at my father’s house during the weekdays and go back to my mother’s house during the weekend . . . and they ask me, “So when you go to your father’s house, your brother goes back to your mother’s house?” Or the other way around. Well, the answer is a big NO. Why should we be living separately like that?? It makes no sense, really. We go everywhere together. (ALMOST everywhere – because he can’t go to a girls’ school. =.=) So yeah, he’s the person I’ve spent the MOST time with over the years. He’s the one person I see absolutely every day. We’ve been through thick and thin together. Through our parents’ divorce and everything else that came after that.

So . . . who said that siblings are a nuisance? Oops. I've said it myself many, many times before! =x

Hehe. But be assured that has changed. I’m a much better and more loving sister now. I’m a lot nicer to him now. And I love having him around the house. He talks – A LOT. And he makes me laugh. (Well, a lot of people make me laugh but he is the only one at home who does it! xD)

He’s my house-bestfriend. He’s my laughing gas. He’s my brother. And I love him. =)

P/S: And NO, I don’t say that to his face because he might think that I’ve lost my mind or something. I doubt he’ll ever come across this post, but I’m sure deep down in his heart he’ll always know that I do love him, regardless of what I say or don’t say or do or don’t do.

Doomsday

2009-10-21T14:40:00.008+08:00

I've written posts in the form of a documentary... book and painting reviews, and now I'm doing one in the style of a movie trailer! *winks*

-Clock strikes 12 midnight.

-Girl (fast asleep) with her head on a textbook.

-Another girl, stepping into a hall with a handful of stationery, muttering prayers in silence.

-Students scribbling away with confidence. Or without.

-Invigilator with eyes boring into space.

-Yet another girl; frowning at question paper.

-*Screams*

-*Complete screen blackout, as dramatic background music begins to play*

198 OTHER STUDENTS...

24 PAPERS...

11 SUBJECTS...

10 ACTUAL EXAM DAYS...

ONE BRAIN.

-*Background music fades*

-Voice: (in heavy Hokkien accent) Ha, got ONE brain only ah? Mana boleh muat? Die loh like that!! *faints*

-*Background music resumes*

Can you feel the adrenaline?

D-O-O-M-S-D-A-Y

Brought to you by

LEMBAGA PEPERIKSAAN SHOWTIME PRODUCTIONS CO.

invading local school halls

18 NOVEMBER 2009

SEE YOU THERE.

Stubborn electrons!

2009-09-16T23:38:00.002+08:00

Such stubborn, silly electrons. I plug the charger in and turn it on, but the phone simply refuses to charge! The electrons tersekat over there =.=

Anyway I'm updating today because it is a good day!! Hui Lynn the Bringer of Wonderful News has told me that Friday is a holiday - early balik kampung holiday! However, it does mean that we have to replace it some Saturday. Nevertheless, tomorrow is the last day of school!! And right now it's all the cause I need to celebrate~

Also, Esther has found the title for our 2009 Prom Night. Our theme this year is . . . uh Vintage-Retro thingy. And the title to match it is . . . FLASHBACK *exclamation mark* =D Bravo to Esther - *applause* ! Cute, huh? Short and simple.

That will be all for today I suppose. And we have PJ tomorrow!

So bring it!!! GOODNIGHT.

I'm HIGH LALALA and can hardly think straight right now~ XO XP XD

This . . . is cute xD

2009-08-30T00:24:00.002+08:00

In the house

of Mr. and Mrs. Spouse

he and she

would watch TV

and never a word

between them was spoken

until the day

the set was broken.

Then, "How do you do?"

said He to She.

"I don't believe we've met.

Spouse is my name.

What's yours?" he asked.

"Why, mine's the same!"

said She to He.

"Do you suppose we could be...?"

But the set came suddenly right about

and they never did find out.

Please don't get hooked on to modern gadgets

until you forget to chai your loved ones!!

Yvonne - my love, my Valentine

2009-08-22T01:51:00.007+08:00

This is my 100th post on Blogger! And I've saved it for my - yes, Yvonne the GUNDIK!! Yvonne, I couldn't make it to the party but I'll make it up to you with an extra sweet post that is sure to melt the coldest icing in your heart (not that there are many, or even ANY xD).

Yvonne - my LOVE , my Valentine! I know le I always suan you, con you, perli you . . . scold you shout at you scream at you get annoyed with you - wahh so many!! But I know you don't mind - that's why I do it so often in the first place.

But but you know . . . the most important thing deep down in my heart is that I LOVE you! And I know you love me too k. More than I love you, I'm sure XP (Just that you always don't wanna admit how much you love me!) And I know and will always remember that you wanna be my *secret* and you will bake and cook for me everyday! Remember ha don't later forget everything k o.O

We've been close friends since Form 2. You still talk as much, if not MORE. Sigh, thank you for talking so much . . . until I don't have to talk sometimes and the convo still flows - because you're talking to yourself. =.=! I know la you cannot control your chui but you must stand farther away from me la k. I keep thinking you want to kiss me nia, stand until so near =X

Somemore what ah . . . Oh, you're getting smarter d. Looks like hanging out with me made you a brighter person! You are not so easy to con anymore lo. Now you can tell when I'm being sarcastic. You're not as silly as Cherylene, who never ever fails to believe what I say wan =P Although . . . just give me a moment to suan you k. You must've noticed that this post is written in very SIMPLE English! Because aiyo I know you la, later I write too chim you sure don't understand wan.

So here's to you, a toast to the girl with the FRIDGE RABBIT!!

~HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY DARLING~

(You know what this means.

Yeah - that I expect you to be driving me around soon.)

And and I have no photo with you so I steal this one from Ee Vern's blog okay!? Since you said anyway, your 'pretty face' o.O *more perasan than me*

I'm sure you're very touched and overwhelmed by my sincerity! I'm very good at writing sweet things wan k, unlike Cherylene who can only say nice, sweet things to . . . EVERYDAY. *beh syok* I LOVE YOU YVONNE (make sure you pass your driving test fast enough ahh) I will sing to you everyday (as long as you're willing to transport me around) and I love you unconditionally (as long as removing the conditions will still give me my way)

LOL no la no la

I LOVE YOU - full stop!!

STRESS

2009-08-09T16:30:00.004+08:00

Stress, stress, so much stress
Puts your mind in a state of mess
If life were an apple, then stress is the worm
The creature that makes your stomach just churn!

You wish you could sleep, you wish you could play
ANYTHING but study and study all day
Want to burn all your books, or just throw them away?
Oh NO, you can't do that - the exam's the next day!

There's not much time left, you need to move on
Determination, come back; laziness, begone!
Alas, you ter-doze, but wake up in shock
'Die la', you groan, as you look at the clock!

So what to do now, just wait to face death?
(NOT AT ALL!)
Believe in yourself - you've got to have faith
Triumphs you must see, victory you must smell
You put on a brave front, and 'ONWARDS!' you yell

Written by blog owner

in support of self-confidence and positive thinking during exams

(or just in general)

as well as STRESS-FREE life

ALL THE BEST, MY FRIENDS!!

Blessing in disguise?

2009-07-12T18:44:00.008+08:00

Last night I was halfway bathing when my mother knocked on the bathroom door.
"Girl, come out and see! [My brother] found two dunno-what, look like mouse or rats or something."
I was like, "Hah?? What what? Wait for me, don't throw away yet - I wanna seee...!"

So out I ran, wrapped up in my towel to see what the commotion was all about. True enough, on our big dustbin lid were two furry little brown creatures, about 4 or 5 inches in length. Here's what happened. My mother had asked my brother to fill up a watering can. He was just about to do so when he discovered that it was FILLED WITH LEAVES. So he began to empty the leaves onto our big dustbin lid, and *plop* the two creatures fell out of it!

At first glance I thought they looked like moles, but it couldn't have been possible at all. Because we don't just find moles where we live. Upon further inspection we thought they could be baby squirrels. Newborn squirrels, in fact - haven't even opened their eyes yet! So we were all "How, how, what do we do??" We lined a shoebox with newspaper and tissue and put them in there. (Of course, we DID NOT use bare hands because you know how some fussy mothers will abandon their young if they have foreign scents.)

There was nothing else we could do. We did try feeding them water but they repeatedly shied away from the straw. We left the box as close as possible to the original position of the watering can, in hope that the mother would come back and see them there. Then I went on Yahoo! Answers to see if people could give suggestions as to what we might be able to do. Most people said that the mother will not come back for them anymore because we disturbed the nest and removed the young. What were supposed to do? We simply couldn't put them back into the watering can??

We wished that we never accidentally disturbed the nest. Little did we realize. . . In actual fact, there were some windows installed there earlier this week. My mother was away - and the windows were left closed all along. This means that the mother squirrel could not return to them in the first place. She might've already given up in the first place. Had my brother not emptied the watering can and discovered them there, they would've starved and died. It was a blessing in disguise that we discovered them there after all.

As I said earlier, we left them outside. And prayed against all odds that the mother WOULD come back and take them away and they'd be gone by the morning. Meanwhile, I asked around to see if anybody would they them as pets, or help us bring them to an animal shelter. The next morning it appeared to us that the mother did not come back. My mother decided to take them to RSPCA. But no one was there. So she decided to try pet shops instead. Pet shop after pet shop. At last she did find one that would take them! We were relieved. She wanted to keep them, actually, and so did I - but they were much too young for people with no squirrel-care experience. And I was very afraid that they would die under our care. >.<

That's pretty much the end of the fascinating experience of finding two baby squirrel in a WATERING CAN. We're dropping by the pet shop next weekend to visit them, though. Here're some photos we managed to take.

My favourite. Squirrel says "Hi-5!!"

No actually, it was waving goodbye.

Sigh. Good luck, squirrels!!

ATTENTION!!

2009-07-10T19:10:00.006+08:00

Please go to Tun Mahathir's blog and vote whether you want

teaching of Science & Mathematics in ENGLISH.

Tun is strongly supporting English and is willing to convey the public's message to the Government. Speak your mind, strike while the iron is HOT! Do it today for the sake of the future generation!

Take a look at this, and see if you can tell me that we

DON'T NEED SCIENCE AND MATHS IN ENGLISH??

Spread the word - we need the support!!

Carmen . . .

2009-07-04T00:04:00.003+08:00

This is for you, as promised =)

DETECTIVE ahem ahem XY

2009-06-12T09:25:00.011+08:00

Last Saturday around noon we were going to leave my grandmother's place. So we went down to the carpark, and got to our car. Upon approaching it, however, I saw that the rear windscreen (yeah well, what else do you call it) looked white-ish. Or fuzzy or whatever you'd call it. Further inspection gave me an utter shock! You know why?? Here's why. The WHOLE rear windscreen was cracked! Down to every last inch. Like this.

WHAT. THE. ****. Who could've done it?? And why would anybody do something like that to us?? It's not like my mother has some along going after her. Anyway, I begin trying to figure out how it was done. If you'd take a look at the photo, you can see that the, um - cracking is even, like there is no apparent point of impact. You know, the point from which there is a BIG crack then it spreads out like a circle and there are those littler crack lines . . .

Anyway, a few moments after that we noticed something I thought was EVEN STRANGER. Here.

Lidi sticks! On the car hood! If that isn't strange, what is. Like some weird voodoo ritual! Like somebody put them on the car hood with an evil intention or something. It obviously wasn't the cause of the cracking! Strange as it was, I was much more interested in the rear windscreen. So I went back to it. And saw this!

Little impact points at the top left hand corner. Small, yeah - but there. Remember somebody said stones were what caused the windscreen (I'll just say ws from now on, okay) - ws to crack? Those marks looked like they were caused by stones all right! The common ones we see all the time.

WELL, WHADDYA KNOW! Soon after, enough prying around gave us THIS.

Stones. Stones. STONES. Stones that fit within the impact point made on the ws! *gasps* Obviously, we've found the - murder weapon (Yeah - it murdered the rear windscreen didn't it?) but WHO was the murderer??

By then, my grandmother had already managed to attract a decent bunch of people who were either caring or kaypo (very thin line of difference, mind you). No pictures though - didn't want them to think they were on some sort of movie. Ahh, but despite the *Um how do you say lau zuak in English??* OLD HOT - no, that can't be right - okay, hustling and bustling, the criminals decided to reveal themselves! Well, so much for detective work.

Several children were throwing stones down from dunno-what-th floor! In spite of the crowd of adults just right there. Yeah, you'd think I'd have had a bit of sense to look for them and see which floor they were on. Of course, given my wonderful eyesight I didn't even have time to catch the slightest glimpse of them! My wonderful ears did hear kiddy voices, though.

And boy, was I enraged when it simply confirmed that it WAS children after all. What - have they NO BRAINS?? Can't they like, stick to action figures or PlayStations?! I felt like going up there and just throttling all of them. After much ado and investigation, it appeared that these were the same, notorious bunch of kids who have been warned before - for splashing curry and throwing various stuff onto the cars downstairs. To my pleasant surprise, the mother of one of those kids came down to . . . plead guilty. So they talked. And exchanged numbers. And another guy who was the father of another one of the kids came and talked. And exchanged numbers. My grandmother said he looked like a policeman, so yeah, HE HAD BETTER. Or else . . .

So . . . settled! But wait - what about the car?? o.O Here's what we did to temporarily protect it.

Bandaged it, that's what! With two large pieces of plastic! Until it was sent for a rear ws transplant! =D

K.E.L.U.A.R.G.A.

2009-06-11T17:09:00.000+08:00

In conjuction with the upcoming Family/Father/Parent's Day . . .

I'm sure a lot of people have heard that

F-A-M-I-L-Y = Father And Mother I Love You.

Well, put together a syarahan entitled Keluarga Penyayang and a group presentation and this is what you get:

Kasih

Emak

Luas

Umpama

Api

Raksasa

Gemar

Air

And if you're wondering, "What in the world does that even mean??"

Well, we're not very sure either - but it certainly gave us a good laugh!

World Environment Day

2009-06-07T23:53:00.012+08:00

Last week, when a friend asked me to join a team in a competition -

Me: Do what mia?

Friend: Bio competition.

Me: Eyer duwan la, must study everything ALL over again.

Friend: No no, Puan Chang said only chapter eight and nine.

Me: *o.O* Eh, isn't that . . . the easy easy wan?

Friend: Yeah, exactly. It's not difficult ma.

Me: Um, how wan ah?

Friend: Objective questions, 50 of them.

Me: Hmm . . . Free ah??

Friend: Yeah la, no need to pay.

Me: Ooh. Okay!

So. I went home and didn't do anything about it until last Wednesday morning - 3rd June (day of the competition). I didn't finish chapter nine though. Anyway . . . Jonie and I tumpang Phaik Chern to INTI (competition place). When we got there, I really didn't expect us to win anything much, or anything at all. After all, I syok syok join nia.

Then we were asked to go to the "MPH" (Me: Hah? MPH??) - "Multi-Purpose Hall" (Me: OHH cheyyy.) where we sat down at tables. And on the tables were sheets of objective answer . . . sheets. I already had my Bio book with me - yeah the thick, green one. All I didn't have was the question paper, or I would've happily started my own open-book test. After much ado, we were asked to split and sit further apart. Sadly enough, we weren't allowed to have our book with us. No open-book test for me boohoo. Then we were handed the question paper and off we went!

It was not so much a Biology test as it was a World Environment Day test. I realized it only after I reached the, um - 10+th question. (Adui, why I go and read all the colonisation-succession *bla bla bla*??) After the pollutants part was over, there were questions like: How many people starve to death each day? How do I know?? Nobody knows that! I mean, do you?? There was also: What is the world's population number? I answered 10 billion. The answer was 5 billion. =.= Anyway, it lasted for about an hour. A lot of the questions were NOT related to what I had so hurriedly read earlier that morning.

They announced the results after our tea break. Individual winners were announced first. Guess what! Our very own Menakaa got FIRST PLACE! Boy, was I happy for her. What a very pleasant surprise. She didn't even read anything! Jonie was going, "At least our school get something la hahahah!". And I was going "Yayaya." After that, they begin to announce the winners for overall best groups, and I begin to feel this tiny spark of hope, that we were going to get something after all.

Heheh, mana tau! They announce announce d, and we turned out as the champion!! Oh, I was so so happy I squealed like a dunno what. Wah, I really didn't expect anything k. We got a group trophy and RM100. Plus a hammock. Yes, a hammock. ONE hammock. What, they think we girls have some compressible body mechanism? That we, the 5 of us, can all fit into ONE hammock? XD

Nevertheless, it was ours, and I am PROUD we won!! Well, here are some photos I took with my handphone.

Top: Empty envelope bearing the words GROUP CHAMPION

(LOL they're gonna send our money to the school la.)

Bottom left: Menakaa's first place trophy

Bottom right: Our group champion trophy

Here, take it in. Take it all in.

(GROUP CHAMPION!)

Still snug in it's envelope - our purple hammock.

It's purple. AND it's ours XD

This is their sandcastle competition winner.

No, we didn't build it - just thought it was interesting.

An army troop marching out of the sandcastle (or in?)

And finally, US! The brilliant, wonderful environmentalists of the day!

All smiles, as you can see.

And if you notice the height curve . . .

11 Legendary Battles: The Event

2009-05-29T00:05:00.021+08:00

THE 11 LEGENDARY BATTLES

The Event

INTRODUCTION:

The 11 Legendary Battles is a compilation of a series of battles fought by a country known as Xyme. Written by renowed historian Ng Xing Yii, this book retells tales of courage and bravery of the soldiers who were sent to fight the 11 battles of the Great Midyearexamination War that lasted an unbelievable span of 1200 years (1405-2605).

CHAPTER 1:

-Years: 1805-2205, Against country: Bahaya-Muleya

This was a battle of cruelty and ruthlessness indeed. Thousands of troops of soldiers had set off, hardly knowing the nature of their destinies. They were not oblivious for long, however, because the moment they set foot on the border of Bahaya-Muleya they were brutally forced into sitting down and writing thousands and thousands of words non-stop. This two-part battle caused intense, chronic pains in the limbs of their brave soldiers. There was no doubt this was a battle taking lives by the bulk.

CHAPTER 2:

-Years: 1905-2505, Against country: Englishiistan

This was the other linguistic battle fought by the soldiers. The Englishiistaneese were an easy lot, but they did put up quite a fight. The blood battle went smoothly enough, but soldiers prayed that in all the haste to win it they did not make silly tenses mistakes. Even if all went well, there was still the barrier of . . . The Examiner *jeng jeng jeng*

CHAPTER 3:

-Years: 2005 and 2505, Against countries: Mads and Et Mads

This chapter features two battles that required the use of logical and analytical thinking. Soldiers were drilled many times beforehand by Generals Misslee and Missho and were given plenty of strategies and formulae of success. On the battlefield, however, soldiers had to throw numbers and digits at the opponents in order to knock them out! This was quite a victory for Xyme, but again, the soldiers hoped that there were no silly number mis-throwings made.

CHAPTER 4:

-Year: 1805, Against country: Histeria

This battle was absolutely the most devasting battle of the 11. Many of the poor, under-prepared soldiers either had to flee - or die facing the wrath of the King of Histeria and his soldiers. Many lost their heads and brains as the enemy swiftly terminated the weaker soldiers without mercy. Much was lost in this battle - Histeria was never a country Xyme could conquer.

CHAPTER 5:

-Year: 1405, Against country: Moralisa

Different from all the other battles, this was one whereby soldiers did not have to brutally masacre each other. Rather, they had to sit around in plastic chairs and compete to find the most un-barbaric and civilised and moralized soldier of them all. Long, complex phrases in foreign languages, like mematuhi peraturan and undang-undang (that the Royal Translator said had something to do with rules and prawns) were used to out-moral each other. Nevertheless, it was not easy for Xyme as most of their people were . . . not as moralized as we may wish they were.

CHAPTER 6:

-Years: 1905-2105, Against country: Bambula Triangle

*Bambula Triangle is a cluster of islands which consisted of three general regions; Bihorrodgy, Phyzeeks, and Kenmystery.

Bihorrodgy was not as difficult as expected, but several errors were made as gallons of insulin and glucagon were splashed onto the soldiers. Soldiers also seemed to be experiencing some slight form of Alzheimer's as little information of the battle can be recalled. There was also some confusion at the sight of a blunt and sharp pencil each sticking out from a whole boulder of plasticine when soldiers stepped into the vast lands of Phyzeeks. Soldiers were also required to build a weak, fragile water tower that will collapse and destroy the enemy's troops. No, it was quite the opposite actually. Of the 100 troops of soldiers sent to fight the battle in Kenmystery, only 56 troops made it back safe and sound. Another 24 troops were killed ruthlessly by massive amounts of sodium hydroxide and potassium hexacyanoferate (XII), while the remaining 20 have been abducted by King Puantan and will be held captives until further notice. King Puantan of Kenmystery reveals that he will be releasing the soldiers only after the school holidays. UM, I mean The Great Break.

CHAPTER 7:

-Years: 2105-2605, Against country: ESTeelauder

This was the last of the 11 battles. It went smoothly for the most part, but there was some mass confusion caused by calculations involving Martian days known as sols. Reportedly, several Martians were going to land and take over country ESTeelauder. Panicked, the country's leader King Feonaliwongg told Xyme's soldiers to conquer them instead. This explained the simple but not-quite-spectacular victory.

CHAPTER 8:

-Year: 2105, Against country: Civicsjaya

This bonus chapter tells the tale of the friendly battle held in the midst of the Great Midyearexamination War. There was no known preparation done for this battle, and no pressure on the troops. It was a mere breather given to the exhausted soldiers, who happened to enjoy the fake battle immensely. Soldiers were not even perturbed by the massive word bridges they had to complete using given clues, which they failed at doing.

*After these battles were held, an Examiner was sent to each mentioned country

to evaluate and tell apart victories and losses. Details of the outcome of the legendary battles will be featured in an upcoming second book, 11 Legendary Battles: The Outcome. Be sure to look out for hardcover editions which will be released in bookstores close to you!

HOKKIEN LOTR

2009-05-23T16:03:00.002+08:00

Here's another one!

LORD OF THE RINGS:

WARNING: TAK HALAL

2009-05-22T23:14:00.005+08:00

LOL this is hilarious!

Laugh till your ribs crack as you listen to two Hokkien dudes

pestering the poor Indian fellow to no end!

Julia you pokpok please watch if you haven't xD

Ratatouille . . .

2009-05-22T22:55:00.004+08:00

IN HOKKIEN!

Yes, you heard me right. It's your favourite rat-slash-cook,

brought to you

In HOKKIEN!

Encounter With Nature

2009-05-09T22:40:00.006+08:00

Okay - this morning while preparing to cook lunch, my mother washed a head of ice-berg lettuce. Guess what she saw in the process. A worm! An earthworm, yes, about 6-7cm in length. Then there was another, and another, and another, and ANOTHER, and so on until there were 6 of them little critters! So she took them out for me to ogle at; we put them in a plastic container.

And here I have a video of me holding the worms container.

Never seen (HEARD) me being squeamish??

Here's your chance!!

Note:

1. I did a bit of editing but I didn't do a very good job out of it. Besides, I already exceeded my weekend computer time so I finished it very hastily.

2. You're going to notice that after the soundtrack has ended the clip is still going on. To heck with it, I couldn't be bothered anymore.

3. There's going to be a lot of senseless screaming, and parts of it should have been removed because, uh...my aiming tersasar. But like I said, I could no longer be bothered.

So here we go!

-Presented to you by nxy = mx2+cx-

Event: MOTHER'S DAY

2009-05-02T22:00:00.002+08:00

I know it's a little too early, but what does time matter when you're expressing appreciation to your mother! So here's a little something. MY mother sent it to me, in fact. xD

25 REASONS I OWE MY MOTHER

1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.

'If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning.'

2. My mother taught me RELIGION.

'You better pray that will come out of the carpet.'

3. My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.

'If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!'

4. My mother taught me LOGIC.

' Because I said so, that's why.'

5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC.

'If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me.'

6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT.

'Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident.'

7. My mother taught me IRONY.

'Keep crying, and I'll give you something to cry about.'

8. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS.

'Shut your mouth and eat your supper.'

9. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM.

'Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!'

10. My mother taught me about STAMINA.

'You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone.'

11. My mother taught me about WEATHER.

'This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it.'

12. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY.

'If I told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!'

13. My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.

'I brought you into this world, and I can take you out.'

14. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION.

'Stop acting like your father!'

15. My mother taught me about ENVY.

'There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do.'

16. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION.

'Just wait until we get home.'

17. My mother taught me about RECEIVING.

'You are going to get it when you get home!'

18. My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.

'If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to freeze that way.'

19. My mother taught me ESP.

'Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?'

20. My mother taught me HUMOUR.

'When that lawn mower cuts off your foot, don't come running to me.'

21. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.

'If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up.'

22. My mother taught me GENETICS.

'You're just like your father.'

23. My mother taught me about my ROOTS.

'Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?'

24. My mother taught me WISDOM.

'When you get to be my age, you'll understand.'

25. And my favorite: My mother taught me about JUSTICE.

'One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you.'

LAUGH. OF. THE. CENTURY.

2009-04-28T20:31:00.005+08:00

OH MY GOSH. A MUST WATCH. ABSOLUTELY.

I just died from all the laughing. Watch it!! No matter what!

Event: LABOUR DAY

2009-04-28T18:37:00.003+08:00

NO ONE WORKS

Believe it or not, there's just no time to!

Would you believe that everyone spends the whole year lolling around in idleness?? Here's the proof!

Every year has - 365 days

If you sleep 8 hours a day, (122 days)

this leaves - 243 days

If you rest 8 hours a day, (122 days)

this leaves - 121 days

You certainly don't work on Sundays, (52 days)

this leaves - 69 days

And everyone takes half-day on Saturdays, (26 days)

this leaves - 43 days

If you take 1 1/2 hours off for meals, (28 days)

this leaves - 15 days

Everybody must have 2 weeks' vacation, (14 days)

this leaves - 1 day

This one day is Labour Day, when simply NOBODY works,

so you can see that you have left for work, 0 days!!

Money Reprinting: BY HAND

2009-04-24T23:12:00.011+08:00

I just read Julia's post on the motivational talk we had on Monday and felt motivated to post this myself! xD And yes, this is ONLY going to be about the money-reprinting-by-hand activity we had.

WARNING/DISCLAIMER:

Before you stun yourself with my wonderful artistic talents, kindly remember that -

1) these pictures were drawn solely from memory;

2) NOT EVERYBODY HAS PHOTOGRAPHIC MEMORY, hence the quality of drawings #1 and #2;

3) even though some people MIGHT have photographic memory, not everybody has the skill to transfer the image from the mind perfectly onto a blank sheet of paper!; and

4) the chan-ness of drawings #1 and #2 were further enhanced by the blog owner's extraordinary photography skills (They're actually not all that bad, if I must say so myself!)

Now here we go xD

THE ORIGINAL COPY:

Now take a GOOD look . . .

And brace yourself, as I put forward the two

most horrifying images mankind has ever seen!

ATTEMPT 1:

Well, well! Would you just look at that!

Now let's make comparisons to the original. Here's the report on it.

Description:

Hand-drawn by - NG XING YII

Solely from - MEMORY
How they compare: #1

1. Zeti Aziz-something's face - I wouldn't say it bears much resemblance to the one in the original copy, but a good job done nonetheless! Marks: 4/5
2. Code at the side of note - Wonderfully and intricately written in 2B pencil lead, and clearly a significant amount of thought has been given to where its placing should be. Bravo to creative code given. Marks: 5/5

3. Shiny barcode thingies - A severe mistake here - it should be at the back; but nothing shall be deducted as it only serves to prove that IT IS HUMAN TO ERR. Marks: N/A

4. Somebody's signature - So beautiful in capturing its every essence (whatever that means). However, signature curves should be finer and more pronounced. A good try. Marks: 3/5

5. The number 'ONE' - Not done by artist herself. In fact, this was done with the aid of another renowned artist - Tricia Yeoh. An amazing discovery in the world of art. Marks: 5/5

6. Unidentified Scribble Object (USO) - I'm afraid no living person has ever managed to decipher this part of the drawing. It is simply too abstract for the human mind to comprehend. Marks: 4/5

7. A single heart - This must be, without a doubt, added by the artist as an afterthought to send her love to a secret lover. It was believed that in 1819 . . . [text lost halfway in the complicated process of publishing]

How they compare: #2

1. Traditional kite - Or more widely-known as the wau, this piece of art certainly puts a WOW in my larynx/tongue (whatever the speaking mechanism is made up of). Note: To some inexperienced people, it may appear as a cowboy in a hat or even very suspiciously as a pacifier. Be assured that, however, it is neither. Marks: 4/5

2. Mountains - They're so hot and fiery I feel on fire just looking at them. Certainly, it may be a little too hot, but it's fine just the same. Marks: 4/5

OVERALL:

A fine artist showing very promising talent. Be sure to ask for an autograph to sell for 10 000 000$ in the future!!

Okay that was just for laughs! xD

Now here's the real deal. Wipe that smile of your face

because this is getting serious.

ATTEMPT 2:

Description:
Hand-drawn by - OOI PHAIK CHERN

Solely from - the MEMORIES OF THE ELITE FOUR (namely Lee Huey Fern, Jolene Ng, Tricia Yeoh, and the artist herself), Ng Xing Yii, Tan Ee Vern, and African guest-star Cherylene A. Bruyns

Okay, let's face it. This was the result of the memories of the greatest minds combined. And the artwork of a very brilliant artist. Naturally, we expect this to be a perfect, flawless, mistake-less hand-reprint that we can even use to bluff Pak Cik Din with. (And trust me, he isn't an easy one to con - I KNOW.) Therefore, there will be NO NEED for an ego-boost. Definition of ego-boost: Where something is so pathetic you need something else to boost the ego of its creator.

Now, don't we all just love being eccentric!

Signing off,

Artist of the Century

Chemistry and Enthusiasm: Do they go together?

2009-04-10T00:09:00.009+08:00

Halfway throught Chemistry tuition today, this amusing idea came to my mind. It's something I'd really like to try, just for kicks, but . . . Anyway, here's it.

Below is a part of the Chem structural paper. But that's not the point. Just take a look:

- Name the type of reaction that occurs.

Precipitation.

- Is the reaction a redox reaction? Explain your answer.

No, there is no transfer of electrons involved.

Now, let's . . . spice it up a little bit and see what happens. xD

- Name the type of reaction that occurs.

Precipitation!!!

- Is the reaction a redox reaction? Explain your answer.

NEVER! There is absolutely no transfer of electrons involved. Not ONE, not a SINGLE electron!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hah! How's THAT for an answer?? Technically, the answers aren't wrong. Neither do they contain grammatical mistakes. So do you

1) get extra marks for showing such enthusiasm, or

2) get your marks deducted for simply being cheeky, OR

3) get the same marks, but the teacher finds it so amusing he/she shares it with the class for a good laugh!

So that brings us back to the question -

Chemistry and Enthusiasm: Do they go together?

I absolutely do not know, but I wouldn't dare to try it during Mid-Year le. If you ever do try, tell me! =P

ALERT!!

2009-04-09T23:09:00.008+08:00

. . . !!!

What's that?, you ask. Well, let me tell you. It is a mole!

A FOOT mole, if I might say. That has appeared mysteriously out of nowhere! When I initially noticed it (Oh, I just had a compulsive deisre to take a peek at my foot, didn't I?) I thought, "Say, isn't that just adorable!" And all of half a second later I remembered a wise old saying I once heard (or read): Moles that change colour/appear out of the blue could be a sign of skin cancer.

Ho! Is that it then? SKIN FOOT CANCER. The end of my petty existence! Or perhaps just my foot. It's one or the other! I shall have to amputate it. This means I could have 3 feet. Wait, that's not right. Two minus one is . . . oh, ONE!

However, I'd like to think it's neither. I'd like to keep the original number of all my feet. For now, I'll just go on blissfully and write another post about . . . something less sinister! =)

If singing could kill...

2009-03-27T21:10:00.004+08:00

If singing could kill . . .

We would've murdered all the customers at Gurney Plaza!!

Seriously. A whole lot of us attended (Lim) Carmen's birthday celebration at GP's Red Box last Thursday. And the noise level created by those of us who were present was unbelievable! No wonder people couldn't stop staring. They were probably wondering if we were carrying out some violent slaughtering ritual.

So when we started out all of us were screaming at the top of our lungs into the microphones (or just into space, if for those who didn't have any). We sang all sorts of songs; from male songs to female songs and Western songs to Eastern songs, and then we were feeling chin-chia song but I'm sure the people outside were thinking chin-chia pai tia . . . Okay I dunno how bad it really was because I certainly was a part of it as well!

And we were supposed to eat lunch there, but the Red Box man said that after 12 o'clock NO MORE LUNCH! Who eats lunch before 12?? Some people also never wake up yet!! So we had to tar pao from McDonald's! Not that I minded. But the woman at the counter was so beh syok beh syok us like that. Maybe she was jealous of our wonderful voices? Yes, that must have been it.

Then we got back into our Red Box. And continued singing our hearts/lungs out. However, you know how time flies when you're having fun. So before long, it was almost time to go. And that's when our beloved Pauline made her grand arrival! Just in time for our closing ceremony. Wow, Pauline your timing too chun already!

And even when the time for us to leave came, none of us would stop singing. It was like all of us were in a trance, all holding hands and just singing and not wanting to stop, like we would die if we did! All right, that wasn't really what it was like. So give or take 50% accuracy.

That was not all that happened *grins* but I'm too lazy to go on! Thank you and goodnight!

*I don't have any pictures! Ee Vern and Amanda do; bother THEM! =P

Change is good.

2009-03-19T22:34:00.009+08:00

I don't feel so bad about having to leave school anymore.

Leaving school means cutting ties with old friends,

but where some friendships end - others begin.

That doesn't sound so bad after all, does it?

Change is good. Change is exciting. Change is refreshing.

Besides, what good are friends if they make you feel horrible?

Friends? FRENEMIES, more like.

I hate all of you.

Actually, I can't wait to leave Form 5!

To leave it all behind, and start anew.

(Well, not ALL.)

Certain memories I'd like to keep,

but there is so much more that I'd like to forget.

In the meantime, I'll just live my life to the fullest!

Funny. STUPID.

2009-03-17T11:54:00.009+08:00

Enjoy!!

Old movie. New watch?

I kinda thought the finger needs to be on the trigger?

Hmm . . . aeroplanes in the Trojan War??

Walkie-talkie in the olden days?

AND HERE'S A FAVOURITE :

Wow! In those days . . . ADIDAS??

But not as stupid as . . .

OR THIS???

No comments!

This is what SAD looks like.

This is what SORRY looks like.

This is what BAD SPELLING looks like.

This is what INTIMACY looks like.

This is what DEAF looks like.

This is what STUPID looks like.

This is what 'OH SH*T' looks like.

This is what 'I CAN WAIT' looks like.

This is what NIGHTMARE looks like.

This is what a BLONDE's car looks like.

Friends Forever

2009-03-16T02:39:00.008+08:00

One reason I liked this song the moment I heard it: it sounds so peculiarly similar to Pachelbel's Canon In D!! I've never bothered to find out what the lyrics are all about, until very recently. And they affected me very greatly because, well, that's exactly what's happening to us! So here it is.

And here are the lyrics.

And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives

Where we're gonna be when we turn 25

I keep thinking times will never change

Keep on thinking things will always be the same

But when we leave this year we won't be coming back

No more hanging out 'cause we're on a different track

And if you got something that you need to say

You better say it right now 'cause you don't have another day

'Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down

These memories are playing like a film without sound

(And I keep thinking of the night in June

I didn't know much of love, but it came too soon

And there was me and you, and then it got real blue

Stay at home talkin' on the telephone and

We would get so excited, we'd get so scared

Laughing at ourselves thinking life's not fair)

And this is how it feels

As we go on, we remember

All the times we had together

And as our lives change, come whatever

We will still be, friends forever

So if we get the big jobs and we make the big money

When we look back now, will that joke still be funny?

Will we still remember everything we learned in school?

Still be trying to break every single rule?

(Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?

Can Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?

I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye

Keep on thinking it's a time to fly)

And this is how it feels

As we go on, we remember

All the times we had together

And as our lives change, come whatever

We will still be, friends forever

Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?

Can we survive it out there? Can we make it somehow?

I guess I thought that this would never end

And suddenly it's like we're women (and men)

Will the past be a shadow that will follow us round?

Will these memories fade when I leave this town

I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye

Keep on thinking it's a time to fly

As we go on, we remember

All the times we had together

And as our lives change, come whatever

We will still be, friends forever

(I hope)

I know these aren't my own words, (and some parts of aren't related to us anyhow) but most of it are things that I'd like to express to all my classmates of these many years!

And I freaking hope they don't try and sing this song on the last day of school. I'll never stop crying!!

Waa...?

2009-03-11T22:24:00.002+08:00

WHOOPS.
When your best friends fail you . . .
I got 43 for BM?
When you turn out to be so wrong . . .
I was THIS CLOSE to failing!
When everything you believe in just falls apart around you . . .
How did that even happen??
How does that ever happen??
*faints*
When life turns its back against you . . .
Oh well!
All you have to do is to get up.
I'm sure I won't do so abysmally for the next one.
All you have to do is believe.
Jia you!!
And you will smile again.

Letter-tag: X

2009-03-06T21:26:00.004+08:00

Okay, I'm going to attempt this very difficult letter-tag. This is a follow-up of the first one.

Now I'm going to do another one with X as requested by Carmen!! Let's gooo:

1. Your name : Xing Yii
2. A four letter word : X-ray
3. A boy's name : Xage (gOogled)
4. A girl's name : Xena (the PRINCESS WARRIOR!)
5. An occupation : X-ray interpreter
6. A colour : SO FUNNY =.=
7. Something you wear : X-Men costume~
8. A type of food : Xio bak
9. Something found in the bathroom : X-brand shampoo
10. A place : Xerox Headquarters
11. A reason for being late : X-factor. SERIOUSLY.
12. Something you shout : XING YII IS VERY LOGICAL!!
13. A movie title : X-Men =D
14: Something you drink : XO (yes la it's something alcoholic)
15. A musical group : X (really okay it's a band from US)
16. An animal : X-ray fish (also real; gOogled)
17. A street name : Xilin Avenue - Singapore
18. A type of car : Xpeedy car (I'm out of ideas alright)
19. A song title : Xanadu??
20: A verb : Xigh . . . so hard!!

Hahah I'm done. Google rocks!! (more than Rachel does anyway)

Without GOogle I couldn't have completed this at all!

Olympics, Beijing 2008: Diving

2009-03-04T22:11:00.010+08:00

Heheh. It gets better xD

Uh. Invisible toilet bowl! o.O

Don't shoot!!

Look here, look here, I'm almost a BALL!!

I can't reach my toes . . .

Canggih hair.

Even more canggih hair.

The canggih-dess hair! Plus spectacular leg pose!

People tell me I have a unique face . . . No?

*ahem* I don't even wanna think what it looks like!

. . . And here's a toast to the end of the tests!!

2009-03-04T20:50:00.006+08:00

The school tests ended today. The finish was a horrible one! Gahh, that last paper was absolutely devastating. Anyhow, it is all over! And for now, that's all that matters.

Here is a little something to acknowledge the end of the first of four Form 5 exams:

During a class, the professor told this story about a colleague. Students in the other professor's class had taken to tossing erasers at the clock. Each precise hit caused it to jump ahead one minute.

Before class one morning they succeeded in advancing the clock by ten minutes. Since the new time indicated that the professor was beyond the accepted starting time, the class left. The professor never said a word about the incident.

However, he presented the class with a very difficult final exam. As the students laboured to finish within the allotted time, the professor amused himself by tossing erasers at the clock.

Heheh! And . . .

A few words of wisdom (regarding exams!):

You may look up for inspiration,

or down in desperation -

but not to the side for information!

- In support of facing exams with a brighter mood xP -

LOL

2009-02-27T20:38:00.004+08:00

She said it.

Right out loud, she said it.

Ee Lynn: CARTOON.

Ms. Lee: What cartoon?? I am not a cartoon!

. . . cartoonist . . .

(something something I couldn't catch because I was laughing so hard)

I don't even remember what we were talking about in the first place!

Oh my gosh, sooo funny! Ee Lynn you're so silly =P Why did you say it so LOUD??

Ahahahah, I'll remember that until I get Alzhiemer's.

SOS CALL

2009-02-27T19:18:00.007+08:00

ATTENTION:

Quah Lyn Si, 5T student of 2008 has leukaemia and is in need of O positive blood. She's going to continuously need it until she can find a bone marrow donor, and it is going to be very difficult finding a match. She's at Gleneagles Hospital now. Please leave a comment if you're a kind soul interested to help.

Sure, all her loved ones are doing this for her as well. But it never hurts to help even if I don't know her personally.

Oh my gosh. How surreal. To think that this is happening to somebody from the same school. I mean, I've read true stories in books like Chicken Soup For The Soul, but I never thought of it actually happening to people around me. Isn't it strange . . . that I so coincidentally just advertised for the Relay For Life event. Oh! It's a sign. I'm going. I'm definitely going now!

Natasha says her mother has a friend who's part of an organization that could help her. I've given her Quah Lyn Si's number. I really hope they can do something about it. I certainly would like to hear her pull through this!! Please pray for her.

To Quah Lyn Si, jia you!

To all her friends and family, stay strong!!

Relay For Life

2009-02-21T23:46:00.003+08:00

Lately I've been getting urges to do crazy/bizarre things. Like when Rachel inivted all of us to go dragon-boating. I got really, really excited and I really, really looked forward to it. Then she cancelled! I was so disappointed! I mean, when will I ever get another chance like that one? All right. Whatever. It's gone, it's over. Now here's another chance to do something crazy.

A relay for life. A walk to save cancer patients. A 16-hour walkathon. From 6pm to 10am the next morning. I'm dying to go! But they require 10 people per group. And I don't have that 10 people. So I am in search of people, who for some strange reason, also feel a need to do something crazy! Here's the website if you wanna find out more. The event falls on the weekend the March term break begins. Please leave a comment if you're interested! Really!! =[

Imagine walking together, beginning in the evening, through the middle of the night, until past daybreak the next morning!! We will be friends for LIFE after having gone through such an ordeal together!

LETTER-TAG

2009-02-21T21:17:00.001+08:00

Yes, Carmen, I know I asked you to tag me, but Ee Vern beat you to it! So here goes:

Copy to your own note, erase my answers, and enter yours. Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real. . . nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.

Then I realized that my for my own name, I'm going to get either 'X' or 'Y'!!

Either way, it's really challenging! So Ee Vern tagged me with 'Y'. Hahah. Let's begin!!

1. Your name : Yii Yii (WAHAHAH)

2. A four letter word : YOLK

3. A boy's name : Yael (YES, it does exist. I googled it!!)

4. A girl's name : Yvonne!! =)

5. An occupation : Yoga instructor

6. A colour : Yellow (Now wasn't THAT easy!)

7. Something you wear : Yoga outfit!!

8. A type of food : YUMMY. No la. Yeast, okay?

9. Something found in the bathroom : Yellow rubber duck

10. A place : Yataimura (hoho)

11. A reason for being late : Yesterday she say today no school . . . !

12. Something you shout : YOU!! Why you tell me today no school?!

13. A movie title : Yes Man

14: Something you drink : Yucky drink

15. A musical group : UM. Yinkin Park . . . (Well tell me if YOU can think of any!!)

16. An animal : Yak

17. A street name : York Road

18. A type of car : Uhh. . .Yellow car?? =/

19. A song title : Yesterday Once More (heheh =o)

20: A verb : Yodel

YES!!!

I've finished! Wasn't that fun. I especially enjoyed writing 11 and 12!

Hahahah!

To other people, have fun doing it too~

Government exam:

2009-02-20T21:30:00.001+08:00

The government exams are back again to terrify us . . .

It's BIGGER. And BADDER. And it's here to make us SHUDDER!!

*screams*

Carmen is right. Reality striked. In fact, it hit like a truck.

When I finally put my signature on the piece of paper, I realized, 'This is it.'

The point of no return, no regret, whatever you'd like to call it.

It's worse than getting married!! The commitment, ohh. . . !

And I was so unwilling to tick the box next to the Sejarah subject code. In fact, I had to ask Ee Lynn to do it for me.

Why, oh WHY did they put the box there in the first place??

As if it were OPTIONAL!

As if I had a CHOICE!

Argh, wasting my pen ink.

They should've just put a column there:

MATAPELAJARAN YANG ANDA TIDAK BOLEH 'DROP':

And list down BM and Sejarah and everything else I don't want to take. (PENDIDIKAN MORAL!!)

:-(

* Comments would be appreciated. I haven't had any in ages; I do miss human communication!!

Charity cupcakes =/

2009-02-20T20:23:00.006+08:00

Oh, I am such a busy person. I haven't done any updating for about a month because, well, I AM A BUSY PERSON!! All right, I'm not actually as significant a person as I have just made myself sound. But I'm a much, much more disciplined person this year than ever! I've cut down sooo much on my excessive afternoon naps and online time. I'm now always trying to finish my homework the very day I get it. It seems that I needed 10 years to get the meaning of DISCIPLINE!

Okay so here I am today. I'm not sure when I will update again, but for now...

Let me present the title of the day:

CHARITY CUPCAKES

They're pretty!! Here, take a look:

I initially thought that this was a rather abstract, artistic pattern...

until Renee told me that it was merely a failed attempt to draw a heart!!

See, isn't it pretty??

Same one, bird's view.

And of course, the simplest, yet oh-so-charming one! <3

Yes, yes, Renee made them for me. (It seems that she has finally found her one talent after all! =P) And do you know why she made them for ME? Out of pure intention to strengthen the bond between us?? NO!! She wants me to buy the CAR WASH TICKETS she has to sell for the Interact Club! 10 of 'em. At RM10! What, am I supposed to wash my car 10 times???

. . .

Hence the title, 'charity cupcakes'.

I have to buy them. And I get a free car wash. Not bad, actually.

I love you too, Renee!

You make a good charity-cupcake maker!!

Everyone should take 5 minutes to read this

2009-01-17T23:18:00.001+08:00

Because of recent abductions

in daylight hours, refresh yourself

of these things to do

in an emergency situation...

This is for you,

and for you to share

with your wife,

your children,

everyone you know.

After reading these 9 crucial tips ,

forward them to someone you care about.

It never hurts to be careful in this crazy world we live in.

1 . Tip from Tae Kwon Do :

The elbow is the strongest point

on your body.

If you are close enough to use it, do!

2. If a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse,

DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM .

Toss it away from you....

chances are that he is more interested

in your wallet and/or purse than you,

and he will go for the wallet/purse.

RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!

3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car,

kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole

and start waving like crazy.

The driver won't see you, but everybody else will.

This has saved lives.

4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars

after shopping, eating, working, etc., and just sit

(doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc.)

DON'T DO THIS!

The predator will be watching you, and this

is the perfect opportunity for him to get in

on the passenger side, put a gun to your head,

and tell you where to go.

AS SOON AS YOU GET INTO YOUR CAR,

LOCK THE DOORS AND LEAVE.

If someone

is in the car

with a gun

to your head

DO NOT DRIVE OFF,

repeat:

DO NOT DRIVE OFF!

Instead start the engine

and speed into anything, wrecking the car.

Your Air Bag will save you.

If the person is in the back seat

they will get the worst of it.

As soon as the car crashes

get out and run.

It is better than having them find your body

in a remote location.

5 . A few notes about getting

into your car in a parking lot,

or parking garage:

A.) Be aware:

look around you,

look into your car,

at the passenger side floor ,

and in the back seat

B.) If you are parked next to a big van,

enter your car from the passenger door .

Some serial killers attack their victims

by pulling them into their vans while the women

are attempting to get into their cars.

C.) Look at the car

parked on the driver's side of your vehicle,

and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone

in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back

and get someone -

guard/policeman to walk you back out.

IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)

6. ALWAYS take the elevator

instead of the stairs.

(Stairwells are horrible places to be alone

and the perfect crime spot.

This is especially true at NIGHT!)

7. If the predator has a gun

and you are not under his control,

ALWAYS RUN!

The predator will only hit you (a running target)

4 in 100 times; And even then,

it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ.

RUN, Preferably in a zig -zag pattern!

8. As women, we are always trying

to be sympathetic:

STOP

It may get you raped, or killed.

Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking,

well educated man, who ALWAYS played

on the sympathy of unsuspecting women.

He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often

asked 'for help' into his vehicle or with his vehicle,

which is when he abducted
his next victim.

9. Another Safety Point:

Someone just told me that her friend heard

a crying baby on her porch the night before last,

and she called the police because it was late

and she thought it was weird. The police told her

'Whatever you do, DO NOT

open the door.'

The lady then said that it sounded like the baby

had crawled near a window, and she was worried

that it would crawl to the street and get run over.

The policeman said, 'We already have a unit on the way,

whatever you do, DO NOT open the door.'

He told her that they think a serial killer

has a baby's cry recorded and uses it to coax

women out of their homes thinking that someone

dropped off a baby He said they have not verified it,

but have had several calls by women saying that

they hear baby's cries outside their doors

when they're home alone at night.

Please pass this on and DO NOT open the door

for a crying baby ----

The Crying Baby theory was mentioned on America's Most Wanted this past Saturday when they profiled the serial killer in Louisiana

Yellow House??

2009-01-08T16:21:00.004+08:00

Lee Julin is gone, and so are the other ex-captains. However, the show must go on! So what do we do? Of course, the obvious! We replace them, as we do every year. Of course, nobody will be a finer leader than Julin was, but there must be someone who has to step up to the responsibility of leading Yellow House! So this year, we have Amee Shamim (not so sure about the spelling =/) and Tasnim as her. . .'vice-captain' (??) !

Also, (I proudly announce that) two of my close friends - namely Ooi Hui Lynn and Rachel Chan (Renee: Captain S.T. Chan!!!) were elected as the captains of Green and Red House respectively! Bravo, bravo, and CONGRATULATIONS! May they be as awesome leaders as they are friends!!

>> Feel so giddy with pride lalala~

Oh, oh, and I am Yellow House mia Secretary =o

New hairstyles

2009-01-05T19:13:00.005+08:00

Another awesome e-mail from Julia. You would've seen these if you read your mail =P

TA-DAA!!!

'Powderful Engrish'

2009-01-03T09:00:00.000+08:00

At least he's honest. . .

Place where robbers shop

. . . and make it look like an accident

Serve cold. . .

Delicious. . .

No way I'll try that. . .

Hmm. Now that you've mentioned it. . . WHY SHOULD I???

Never quite heard of it put that way?

2009-01-02T20:10:00.002+08:00

"Kevin Lee Smith bounds to the front of the room, grabs the microphone and utters a few words. Then something comes over him: A cascade of chemical messengers in his brain throws Smith into convulsions. For several seconds, he loses voluntary control over most of his body. His legs, arms, back and chest tense. His facial muscles squeeze upward. His stomach muscles and diaphragm spasm. His blood pressure spikes. Someone call for an ambulance; give the man a sedative!"

. . .

But Smith's audience is also experiencing the same phenomena.

Epilepsy? A cardiac arrest? Stroke? The common fit?? Simultaneously?

No!

They are, of course, LAUGHING!!

- Young children laugh about 300 times a day, an adult only 17. "Kids are less jaded. Events like a man stubbing his toe are still a big novelty to them."

- Laughter stimulates the parts of our brain that use the 'feel good' chemical messenger dopamine. That puts laughter in the category of activites you want to do over and over again, such as eating chocolate or having sex.

- Can a few minutes of laughter replace your treadmill time? No, but getting the giggles does burn some calories. Chuckle for 15 minutes every day for a year and you could drop up to two kilograms.

- When we laugh, as many as 15 small muscles squeeze our faces into a smile. Increased blood flow there may turn us a bit pinker and give us a happy glow.

- If the laugh is vigorous enough, our tear ducts can activate. Sometimes our glee can have a cumulative effect till we're literally crying with joy.

- Laughter seems to have an analgesic effect: It increases our tolerance for pain.

- And of course, not forgetting: laughter is the best medicine!!

Rubik's Psychology: End-of-Year 2008 Project

2009-01-01T21:58:00.014+08:00

(please ignore pink container in background o.O)

In a lot of ways, a scrambled Rubik's cube is like. . .

a messed-up teenager. . .

Which is nothing a bit of psychology can't fix!

The first step:

. . . is to show him the whiter, brighter side of things!

It is important to slowly build the two layers of

CONFIDENCE & TRUST

There! Now that we believe in each other. . .

Cross my heart and hope to die. . .

(A little spiritually uplifting phrase)

Now, to delve into the deepest, darkest corners of his heart. . .

Put in a little tender, loving care. . .

and you get a loving, bright-and-shiny teenager

who's incidentally also managed to find himself a girlfriend!!

Congratulations!!

You've learnt how to solve a Rubik's Cube/fix a messed-up teenager!!!

=DDDDD

DISCLAIMER:

1. No seriousness intended.

2. Just for laughs ONLY.

3. There were NO Rubik's Cubes/messed-up teenagers harmed in the making of this guide.

(I apologize for all forms of bad photography. Not my thing, I'm afraid. Drawing, too!)

~ HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! ~

=)))

2009-01-01T15:45:00.005+08:00

One of the very few times when BM actually makes me smile. . .

Murid : Selamat pagi, cikgu.
Cikgu : Mengapa selamat pagi sahaja?? Petang dan malam awak doakan saya tak selamat?!

Murid : Selamat pagi, petang dan malam cikgu!

Cikgu : Panjang sangat! Tak pernah dibuat oleh orang! Kata selamat sejahtera! Senang dan penuh bermakna. Lagipun ucapan ini meliputi semua masa dan keadaan.

Murid : Selamat sejahtera cikgu!

Cikgu : Sama-sama, duduk! Dengar sini baik-baik. Hari ini cikgu nak uji kamu semua tentang perkataan berlawan. Bila cikgu sebutkan perkataannya, kamu semua mesti menjawab dengan cepat, lawan bagi perkataan-perkataan itu, faham?

Murid : Faham, cikgu!

Cikgu : Saya tak mahu ada apa-apa gangguan.

Murid : (senyap)

Cikgu : Pandai!

Murid : Bodoh!

Cikgu : Tinggi!

Murid : Rendah!

Cikgu : Jauh!

Murid : Dekat!

Cikgu : Keadilan!

Murid : UMNO!

Cikgu : Salah!

Murid : Betul!

Cikgu : Bodoh!

Murid : Pandai!

Cikgu : Bukan!

Murid : Ya!

Cikgu : Oh, Tuhan!

Murid : Oh, Hamba!

Cikgu : Dengar ini!

Murid : Dengar itu!

Cikgu : Diam!

Murid : Bising!

Cikgu : Itu bukan pertanyaan, bodoh!

Murid : Ini ialah jawapan, pandai!

Cikgu : Mati aku!

Murid : Hidup kami!

Cikgu : Rotan baru tau!

Murid : Akar lama tak tau

Cikgu : Malas aku ajar kamu!

Murid : Rajin kami belajar cikgu!
Cikgu : Kamu gila!
Murid : Kami siuman!
Cikgu : Cukup! Cukup!
Murid : Kurang! Kurang!
Cikgu : Sudah! Sudah!
Murid : Belum! Belum!

Cikgu : Mengapa kamu semua bodoh sangat?
Murid : Sebab saya seorang pandai!

Cikgu : Oh! Melawan!
Murid : Oh! Mengalah!
Cikgu : Kurang ajar!
Murid : Cukup belajar!
Cikgu : Habis aku!
Murid : Kekal kami!
Cikgu : O.K. Pelajaran sudah habis!
Murid : K.O. Pelajaran belum bermula!
Cikgu : Sudah, bodoh!
Murid : Belum, pandai!
Cikgu : Berdiri!
Murid : Duduk!
Cikgu : Saya kata UMNO salah!

Murid : Kami dengar KeADILan betul!
Cikgu : Bangang kamu ni!
Murid : Cerdik kami tu!
Cikgu : Rosak!
Murid : Baik!
Cikgu : Kamu semua ditahan tengah hari ini!
Murid : Dilepaskan tengah malam itu!
Cikgu : (Senyap dan mengambil buku-bukunya keluar.)

VERTICAL LIMIT.

Artificial Intelligence: Sometimes Funny, Mostly Irrelevant and Looking for Trouble

Of semester breaks and plate-washing.

3 Weeks Late

Just checking... =)

Bye bye, Kampar...

This post is longer than I expected it to be.

Chilli is not my thing.

I'M BACK.

I love my brother.

Doomsday

Stubborn electrons!

This . . . is cute xD

Yvonne - my love, my Valentine

STRESS

Blessing in disguise?

ATTENTION!!

Carmen . . .

DETECTIVE *ahem ahem* XY

K.E.L.U.A.R.G.A.

World Environment Day

11 Legendary Battles: The Event

HOKKIEN LOTR

WARNING: TAK HALAL

Ratatouille . . .

Encounter With Nature

Event: MOTHER'S DAY

LAUGH. OF. THE. CENTURY.

Event: LABOUR DAY

Money Reprinting: BY HAND

Chemistry and Enthusiasm: Do they go together?

ALERT!!

If singing could kill...

Change is good.

Funny. STUPID.

Friends Forever

Waa...?

Letter-tag: X

Olympics, Beijing 2008: Diving

. . . And here's a toast to the end of the tests!!

LOL

SOS CALL

Relay For Life

LETTER-TAG

Government exam:

Charity cupcakes =/

Everyone should take 5 minutes to read this

Yellow House??

New hairstyles

'Powderful Engrish'

Never quite heard of it put that way?

Rubik's Psychology: End-of-Year 2008 Project

=)))

DETECTIVE ahem ahem XY