ATTENTION FORM 5 BIOLOGY STUDENTS!

Here's the trial paper from SBP. Pn. Lim says there's a chance for the Paper 3 question being asked for SPM. Read up, kay?

1Toilet? 1Loo? 1WC?

From 'The Star';

KUALA TERENGGANU: The state government will introduce a “1Toilet” policy in a move to liberalise education, where teachers – and even principals – will soon have to share toilets with their students.

State Education, Higher Learning, Human Resource, Science and Technology Committee chairman Ahmad Razif Abd Rahman said the policy was mooted in line with the 1Malaysia concept, and teachers and students could have a feeling of “oneness”.

“We want students to have a sense of belonging that we believe would inspire them to excel further in their education.

“When students share the toilets with the teacher, they (students) will believe that they are on par with academicians and this automatically invokes a sense of being important to an organisation, which, in this case, is the school,” he said here yesterday.

Boy 1: So I said la, you ffk me again arr, you- (saw Siva)
Boy 2: OH MY- WAH CIKGU PUN TOILET INI KA??
Siva : *grunts*
Boy 1: Eh you pee that room, I pee this wan.
Boy 2: CANNOT LA! NO LOCK WAN!
Boy 1: Haiyo, takkan wan to pee with 'him'.
Boy 2: Have to la, no choice. You pee that corner, I pee that corner.
Boy 1: HE TAKE THAT CORNER OREDDY LA!
Boy 2: Ala pee together la! No choice. GG, man.
Boy 1 and 2: *peeing, looked at Siva, smiled*
Siva: *turned and looked away*
Boy 1: Eh, why he so loner wan?
Siva: You cakap ape?
Boy 1: Ahh... i said i have a big boner wan.
Boy 2: *grunted laughter*
Siva: *zips and leaves*
Boy 2: Dude, you better not have a boner now.

Girl 1: Lepas tu, I cakap ngan dia, kalau you nak-
Datin: Selamat sejahtera, murid-murid yang dikasihi.
Girl 1 and 2: Erk!... se-selamat sejahtera, datin...
Datin: Nak kencing, ya? Dua-dua ni?
Girl 2: Emm bukan datin, nak cuci tangan, basuh muka...
Datin: Ohh... mesti basuh dengan baik, tau? Nanti kena kuman serata tempat, bahaya, tau!
Girl 1: Erm, ye ye, datin...
Datin: Nak pinjam sanitizer tak? Saya punya alcohol-based, banyak kuman yang mati, ya! Bau pun harum jugak. Nak hidu?
Girl 2: Err... tak payahla, datin, tak sanggup haha...
Datin: Wah, you ni berdua, so cantikla. I wish I was your age again.
Girl 1: Err thank you, datin, haha...
Datin: Okey, saya dah nak keluar dah. Jangan nakal-nakal, ya. Belajar dengan baik... make your parents proud. *leaves*
Girl 2: Peliknyer.

I'd Do Anything

There is something quite pressing that I must make clear immediately.

I am afraid I am going to have to take that cupcake. That cupcake with the red-colored frosting. The one with the soft, fluffy cake and the white-paper wrapper. Yes, the cupcake that is virtually indistinguishable from the 16 to 20 other cupcakes around me at this time.

This is the sole cupcake I have singled out. Granted, it happened to be the first to enter my field of vision as I came in the room.

The cupcake situated in that location is the cupcake of my desire. The one at which I am at this moment intently staring. That is the cupcake that I will shortly be removing from its wrapper and consuming. The sooner you grasp the reality of this, the easier it will be for all of us.

While the cupcake in question is not, at this time, officially "mine," I wish to make it known, in no uncertain, vague, or ambiguous terms, that under absolutely no circumstances will anyone other than myself be eating that cupcake.

And, yes, this remains true regardless of anyone else's opinions, plans, or intentions vis-à-vis the cupcake and the eating of the cupcake. These are the facts as they stand. I fully intend to make that cupcake there exclusive to my own ingestion, and I can only hope to convey the extreme level of urgency with which this statement is intended.

I am aware of the myriad arguments against my eating this cupcake. Yet I fail to see what any of these disputations have to do with me. No one understands better than me the complex yet inevitable future of that cupcake, with its multicolored sprinkles, as it pertains to my gullet.

Unfortunately, a compromise of any kind is not going to be a possibility at this point. For I am willing to undertake any task, move any mountain, do all within my power in heaven and earth, to lay my teeth into that specific tasty confection.

I am taking that cupcake.

And there's no conceivable series of events whereby anyone other than me is eating it.

I'm not referring to the white-powdered one, or that one over there with green frosting, or any other cupcake here or anywhere ever in the history of time. Rather, I am resolute and steadfast in my unblinking fixation on a very specific cupcake now almost within arm's reach, with a lopsided top and an appealing pile of crumbs surrounding it.

Undoubtedly, my plans do not include walking across the room to the box of cupcakes from whence this cupcake originally came. I want the red one. I do not care whether or not there are numerous red ones "exactly like it" in the aforementioned box. I am not interested in irrelevant information about other cupcakes. No, the truth is, that red cupcake that I previously indicated is the cupcake for me.

I do not want to hear about the cupcake place down the street that delivers. Nor do I wish to recall the cupcake from last week that was given me despite a friend's obvious eagerness to eat it herself. Those are entirely different, separate cupcakes that have no bearing on my relationship with the one in question, the one I have selected. Those are abstract cupcakes that, as of now, exist only in the mind—purely hypothetical cupcakes that have no constructive place in this scenario.

In no way are any personal dynamics, motivations, or animosities entering this equation. It is simply a matter over which no one has any control. The matter of the cupcake is not open to negotiation.

Now, on to the pressing matter of that tall, refreshing glass of milk.

SASA '09

Credits to Luke.
(L to R: Luke, myself, Rachel, Zaf)

Putehnyerrr. :D

Prefects Hi Tea :)

More pictures here.

Haih, almost the end of senior year. :(

Why Moms Should Stay Off The Internet

After watching this, I feel my brain just degenerated a little. And I'm this close from losing my respect for Gerard Butler.

'If it ain't 100%, it's gotta be... 80%!'

I've a feeling this is all a big joke.

A man comes out from the obscurity.

The man appears to be relieved in his demeanor, considering it was in time for the weekend. But he damn well knows that it's only for a brief period of time before he goes through partial-hell again.

He had a friendly chat with a friend. It was good.

It was when the man saw his beloved.

However, the beloved is not alone.

The beloved was with Someone.

In the past, the man would feel quite uncomfortable when Someone's around.

Strangely, he felt normal during that time. The man was somehow used to that idea already as it was common right now.

The man looks at his beloved.

He has not looked at his beloved so eminently for a long time.

He was brought back to fond memories of the beloved, and how the beloved's beauty was abundantly shown and still remains today.

He can see that his beloved is in such a joyful mood. And the man was happy to see his beloved like that.

But he also knows why the beloved felt that way.

And he looked at Someone.

He understood it all the more now.

And he really didn't mind it, so long as the beloved's happy, he too is happy.

And so he too had a friendly chat with the beloved, and he pretty much enjoyed their time together.

Maybe it's better than nothing.

Maybe it's time.

WRESTLECATIA

Man, I'm such a sadist. :D