and no more K.
I'm done here, folks.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Over.
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Saturday, January 30, 2010
Bantai-ed
Actually I was in a better mood earlier after seeing the Taylor's kids.
It's nice to see them after a while, though it was only 3 kids I met yesterday
and introduced to some new people.
And looking at them hour after hour outside,
one bunch comes out, another one goes back in.
Some told me the timetable's pretty strict.
It's probably good for them I guess, building character and responsibility and what not.
It just got me thinking and appreciating more of my current time at HELP.
Not that I'm looking down at Taylor's or anything.
But prior to that, I was already frustrated with how certain things
are run in my college,
I realized that we're actually more lax than them
and probably better at certain things too.
Just the thoughts from the top of my head.
This may be a very vague statement but hey, that's how I felt when I first saw them.
I wouldn't mind being proved wrong about this.
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And yeah, the bad mood came
when I went for my first driving licence.
I dunno about you, but even though it may be my first lesson
I'm already kinda frustrated at how I just can't seem to get used to the technicalities.
And I also didn't want to let my instructor down, but I think I did =/
So yeap, after my lesson I was basically frustrated and moody about it.
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And we know what frustration can lead to.
This may not apply to everyone, but to me, it leads to certain issue being played up.
Like for me yesterday;
and I'll be honest here.
I dislike overly Chinese people.
Especially the oysters
which I find them VERY annoying
and sometimes, very LOA.
Especially their English! ;O
And I admit it, I cannot stand people without a reasonably good command of English.
I mean, come on man! You're already 18/19/20!
I don't expect much but at least I want a good conversation with them.
This has been a peeve of mine for quite a long time,
and yesterday's moody-ness probably made it worse.
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No, I wasn't bashing anyone up that night with my peeve.
But then someone messaged me about it.
It happened to be one of those people
whom I complained about their bad English
thought not directly at them, but someone mutual.
| (12:41 AM) Mr. X: | slap who? haha |
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| (12:41 AM) Calvin.: | You la. :) |
| (12:41 AM) Mr. X: | wtf sorry |
| (12:42 AM) Mr. X: | im unslappable |
| (12:42 AM) Calvin.: | RIGHT. AS IF. |
| (12:42 AM) Mr. X: | is IF |
| (12:43 AM) Calvin.: | Never mind, I'll slap you if i see you around in campus, k? |
| (12:43 AM) Mr. X: | hahaha if you dare to hoho |
| (12:43 AM) Calvin.: | Of course! |
| (12:44 AM) Calvin.: | I'll see you during **** events anyways. SO yeah. That's when I'll do it. |
| (12:44 AM) Mr. X: | hahahaha let's see |
| (12:45 AM) Calvin.: | I wanna slap you cuz you're so Chinese. :) |
| (12:46 AM) Mr. X: | wtf im going to sleep you the next time i see you slap*** |
| (12:46 AM) Calvin.: | LOL. WTH. PEDOPHILE. |
| (12:46 AM) Mr. X: | TYPO LA! i dun wan to sleep with you im not so bad taste (vomit) |
| (12:47 AM) Calvin.: | HAH! |
| (12:47 AM) Calvin.: | We'll see who vomits first. HAUHAUHAHUAHUA |
| (12:47 AM) Mr. X: | hahaha vomited me first |
| (12:47 AM) Calvin.: | PROVE IT. |
| (12:47 AM) Mr. X: | i keep in tupperware show you next sat if i sees you |
| (12:48 AM) Calvin.: | WHAT THE HELL. WHO KEEPS VOMIT IN TUPPERWARES? ![]() |
| (12:48 AM) Mr. X: | ME! (: |
| (12:48 AM) Calvin.: | EW. EWWWWWW. |
| (12:49 AM) Mr. X: | WUAHAHAHA |
| (12:49 AM) Calvin.: | MAKES ME WANNA SLAP YOU EVEN MORE. |
| (12:49 AM) Mr. X: | i vomit on your face if u slap me |
| (12:49 AM) Calvin.: | LIKE YOU CAN. I'LL JUST RUN AWAY. |
| (12:49 AM) Mr. X: | just put my finger in my tongue and everything come out i grab u tight one hand will do |
| (12:50 AM) Calvin.: | EWWWW. SICKO. ![]() |
| (12:51 AM) Mr. X: | hahahaha nvr mess with us sicko |
| (12:51 AM) Calvin.: | That's why you deserve to be slapped. :) |
| (12:51 AM) Mr. X: | thats why u deserve my vomit (: i simply give them, k? only the chosen ones |
| (12:52 AM) Calvin.: | EW. |
| (12:54 AM) Calvin.: | YOU SICKO. |
| (12:54 AM) Calvin.: | IM GONNA SLEEP NAO. AND I HOPE TO SEE YOU WHEN COLLEGE STARTS. SO I'LL SLAP YOU, K? |
| (12:54 AM) Mr. X: | awww you cant wait to get my cum i shall store more before i see you, k? dun worry |
| (12:55 AM) Mr. X: | is always available |
| (12:55 AM) Calvin.: | WHAT THE HELL |
| (12:55 AM) Mr. X: | byeeee |
| (12:55 AM) Calvin.: | YOU FREAK. DAMMIT. |
| (12:55 AM) Mr. X: | go sleep |
What he meant was 'cud', the chewed form of food that makes up one of the contents of vomit.
Apparently it was another typo
coupled with him having a tiring day, so he wasn't thinking straight.
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After I went off, I status tagged him
about keeping his yellow mind to himself.
(btw, it's gone already, so don't bother looking for it)
KEEP IN MIND I wasn't mad at him for saying all those things.
It was worded in a humorous manner.
But I don't think he found it pleasing at all.
So I got bantai-ed in his blog la.
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In his own words,
i dun have a perfect accent and perfect language like the others. i speak chinese since i was small. im chinese educated. my friends are mostly chinese speaking people. do you expect me to have a very british/london/england/australia accent? come on, before you criticize the others, take a look at yourself first. i can speak better chinese than you, im a chinese and i can speak chinese, english, bahasa melayu and a little of teochew. what about you? you are a chinese, having a chinese name, but you dunno how to speak chinese, don't you think that it is a shame? an embarassement?O_O
well, this don't only apply to the person that make me pissed yesterday. this also apply to anyone that thinks that their english is oh so good and LOVE to criticise people's grammar and language.
I had a lot of friends that speaks english so well with good accent. but they are not like "these" people, they are willing to tell you nicely but not "lansi-ly". and they doesnt make a big fuss out of your mistake.
To the type of person i mentioned above (the oh so perfect english people that like to criticise people's english), please learn how to be like the humble ones. if you think i am talking about you, just admit it. if no, good for you. ((:
So I did what I had to do.
And now it's all water under the bridge.
But this issue got me thinking
whether it's bad English, stupid hairstyles, weird clothing
et cetera
I guess it all comes down to us being humans.
Beneath that exterior, whatever exterior you may have
we are actually the same.
Nobody's higher nor lower than any other individual.
Yes, I too have faults, too many to name
and my peeves are one of them.
I blame my fallen human nature
and my perfectionism
and the tendency to find faults in others.
And I'm not saying I'll change overnight after this post,
but I'll try my best to correct whatever that's wrong with me.
And as how I should and must accept others as their own entity
I ask of you to also do the same with me.
;D
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To the person aforementioned,
again I say to you, and I say it here, whether you read this or not.
I'm sorry, and 4givemeplskthxbai.
:)
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I had a long morning flying fox-ing
and iz feeling goooooood. :)

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Tuesday, January 19, 2010
1998
If you're looking at the stain on my pants, that's 'cos of my long weiner.
Sorry for the uncontrolled bladder.
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HAHA!
JOKE.
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Saturday, January 16, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Jumbo Update
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Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Hiatus - Off
This 3 weeks freedom is too short to commit anything long term to it.
Oh well. More updates coming up these few days.
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Tuesday, November 3, 2009
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?
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Thursday, October 15, 2009
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.
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Tuesday, October 13, 2009
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.
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