Merdeka!

Wahai kawan-kawan.

Oleh sebab hari ini merupakan Hari Kemerdekaan Malaysia, negara kita yang tercinta, yang ke-48, saya pun membuat keputusan untuk mem-blog dalam bahasa negara kita, iaitu Bahasa Malaysia.

Maafkanlah jika penggunaan Bahasa Malaysia saya tidak begitu baik.
Ini mungkin kerana saya tidak begitu baik dalam bidang bahasa, kecuali bahasa Inggeris di mana saya sekurang-kurangnya dapat menulis sesuatu perenggan tanpa memalukan diri sendiri.
Tetapi, saya haruslah dimaafkan, atas sebab saya telah mem-blog dengan BM atas kehendak sendiri, walaupun tidak disuruh.

Saya amat bangga kerana merupakan rakyat Malaysia. Walaupun di Malaysia, kita tidak dapat experience (?) musim sejuk dan salji, Malaysia masih ada banyak kebaikannya.

Misalnya, orang Malaysia generally (?) pun tidak begitu tinggi. Oleh itu, tidak ada orang boleh mengetawakan saya kerana terlalu pendek, kecuali beberapa orang kawan saya yang suka panggil orang "Shorty". (Seseorang haruslah memanggil mereka tengok sendiri dalan kaca. Mereka tidak tinggi juga.)

Orang Malaysia juga jarus berasa bangga kerana generally semua orang Malaysia pun tahu sekurang-kurangnya TIGA jenis bahasa. Oleh itu semasa kita berbual-bual dengan orang putih yang adanya hanya tahu INGGERIS sahaja, kita dapat mula menunjuk-nunjuk kemahiran kita dalam pelbagai bahasa!

Kesimpulannya, Malaysia adalah negara yang sangat baik, dan kita haruslah berasa puas hati dengan apa yang kita mempunyai sekarang.

Malaysia Boleh!

Sekian, terima kasih.

(Three cheers for Malaysia!)

Think before you conclude!

You know what's irksome?

People who post things like this on the net:


Yeah, Malaysian taxi drivers can really cheat the daylights out of tourists.

Petaling Street maybe a little too many ah bengs and perverts who cannot keep their hands to themselves.
And maybe Petaling Street stuff not as cheap as stuff from 1U, Pyramid and all that.

And the conclusion to his post? Malaysian government "really damn stupid"?
What la does the government have to do with taxi drivers and Pyramid selling cheaper items then Petaling Street?
Places like KLCC and Petaling Street are tourist attractions. Obviously prices also slightly more expensive.

Sushi King's sushi more expensive than frozen pre-packed sushi.
GOVERNMENT SO STUPID!

Yeah lah, blame it all on the government.
See, this is what gives Malaysia a bad name.

(These are generally those people who are chinese educated and go "you sucks, life sux" who are now trying to sound intelligent, 'cause anyone who knows politics is intelligent.)

Well, no, I don't really have the permission to post this. But see? I took away the name, and I won't even tell you where I saw this =)

Stomp on my blog name

I could've named my blog The Ceaseless Excitement Of My Life.

Or, Life Through Chooiyen's Eyes.

Or Orange Zesty Music Filled Rollercoaster Ride LaLaLand.

Or something funky and exciting. Or cutesy and girlie.

But no, I had to go on ahead and name it Peeled-Garlic.

Nahh, it really came about when I was thinking of that line EngFui had during that Shrek sketch. She was portraying the ever-talkative Donkey (a role MADE for her), and she was telling Shrek just how much a person is like an onion, with lots of different layers and all, or something to that effect.

And Peeled-Onion didn't sound at all good to me.

Besides, Peeled-Garlic sounded silly enough for people to not take it too seriously, but still good enough to have people remember it. It sounds random, too. And I like randomness.

The Big Day!

All the work everyone's been busy with lately, the many time we've stayed back after school, the saturday morning practices, the late night preparations, all lead to none other than the LKT Farewell BBQ Party! And finally it's here.

It wasn't bad. In fact, it was very good considering the fact that next to NOTHING went according to schedule. It started off with a sketch. Our own interpretation of 'Shrek'! I was Puss in Boots, so I had Fui's dad's boots on (which made me look like an idiot plumber), a toy sword, paper whiskers sellotaped to my face (3 on each cheek, idiocy!), bath towel draped behind me (for the cape) and beach hat to top it all off. I swear, if I were anywhere else in those, people'd lock me up in a madhouse and throw away the key.

Since I'm in the skit, I'm not in the position to judge how it went. But I could tell it wasn't very good. Who can blame us? We had the script written only last night, and practised only two hours before performance time. It was the STUPID DANCE! We spent days practising it, and it got CANCELED!

The stuff that we PLANNED didn't go well, and wasn't entertaining the seniors very much. But the stuff we did SPONTANEOUSLY and come up with at the spur of the moment were WILD! The dances, the limbo rock, gosh I even had cramps on my left leg, we were jumping that crazily! My friend came holding sticks of sausages, and I had to grab her 'cause I couldn't stand right. I never said I loathed dancing, in fact I absolutely LOVE it. But people probably think I'm pathetic when it comes to it. But what they don't know is, I can only do one type of dance properly. In fact, I EXCEL at it. I call it the Monkey Dance, and it's the type that requires NO choreographing OR coordination. All it needs is a little bit of flinging of arms here and and there, shake your booty every now and then, lo and behold, you've danced the Monkey Dance!

And adding to the fun, the awesome selection of music! We had piles of cds to choose from, and only one fifth of them were original. Apparently, they were all from me. All the others had were pirated cds. One guy even went, "eh? Why got original wan?" See how corrupted it is now that people expect to see PIRATED CDs, and are surprised when they find original ones instead.

The food was okay. Meehoon was probably a teeny bit dry, but there were mashed potatoes and fried wantans that were delicious! Ah and of course, the barbeque. Chicken wings and drumsticks barbequed with honey. Sausages. Were there nuggets? I don't quite remember. Satay, I think. And during the singing performances, people started bringing roasted marshmellows over and sharing them with everybody. Nice!

The best part, besides the dancing, HAD to be the (ex-) president's speech. It was touching, and at the end of it, he started crying even. Hah, he even sang us two songs. He probably wouldn't win Malaysian Idol, but he definitely won our hearts over.

Then it was 10pm. All of a sudden, everyone started going home. But it was AGREED that only the seniors go home at 10pm, everyone else has to stay back to help clean out the place. Heck, the headmistress would kill us on Monday if we left the school in a mess! BUT, only a pathetic number of 9 cleaned the place. Out of an attendence of 60+, mind you! Then 15 minutes later, there were only 7. People probably think cleaning up that huge place we used was easy, but it so wasn't! There were tables full with cups and plates and chicken bones and dripped honey, barbeque pits, dirty skewers and charcoal all over the place. It definitely took a long time to get things cleaned. Then there were the decorations we had to take down. And bear in mind that the BBQ was held in the open, at night, and the few spotlights switched on did not do much to light the place up. We had to clean up in the dark. We couldn't really see the bits of charcoal on the brick-tiled floor, but we knew it was there, so we were practically sweeping around blindly, trying to get at as much pieces of charcoal as we can.

So while others went home at 10+pm, Ling and I only got home at 12pm. Unfair or not you say? Was half-dead by the time I got back home. I even had trouble keeping myself awake in the shower. I was already feeling dead beat for the past few days due to sleeping only at the wee hours of morning, and today capped it all of. Up to 14 hours in school. Ling and I were 2 out of the only 3 people who stayed back after the grooming course in the morning to do the preparations for the farewell BBQ.

We had to attend a grooming course in the morning, and it isn't often that LKT has two activities like these planned on the same day. After the course, only 3 people stayed back to do the preparations for the BBQ party. Ling, Alf and I. Then there was another guy who stayed, but he was more interested in the soccer match that was going on than helping us with the preparations.

So anyway, Alf and I helped Ling with the decorations, balloons and all. Then later when more people arrived, we started practising our sketch. Then the seniors arrived, that was when the BBQ commenced.

I'm digressing. What I'm trying to say is, it is totally unfair for Ling to do so much, and not get any recognition. All the credit went to Ivan and Michelle. I agree, they were busy throughout the week prior ro the BBQ party, but Ling sure wasn't laying idly around swinging her feet doing nothing. She was busy too. Busy with the small details that people do not really notice but still take a good amount of time to finish. Like the invitations (problems cropped up here, and she had to redo them), and the games that we didn't play in the end. And the decorations. People generally take these for granted. Oh well.

Death by boredom

You know what's boring?

Cantonese soap operas.

You know what's more boring than cantonese soap opears?

Double-period chinese.

It wouldn't be so bad if we could read novels/ do homework/ sleep/ talk/ daydream during chinese classes, like people tend to do during Biology or Moral Studies or Bahasa Melayu, but noooo, the chinese teacher is too proud a lady to have people sleeping when she's talking.

She's the most long-winded teacher I know. She'd talk and talk and talk, and by the 20th minute (whereby we'd already be half asleep) she'd go, "Okay, back to the poem.."

That usually snaps me out of my daydream. Out of sheer frustration. Because it means that for the past half hour, what she had been rambling on about had nothing to do with our texts. Which also means that finishing the thing would take a lot longer than we'd expect.

Furthermore, our classroom has got to be one of the least strategic ones in school, after the classroom that is surrounded by toilets, of course. Our classroom is HOT. It's impossible to concentrate when the classroom is so hot and stuffy. Everyone in class sweats like a leaky garden hose. It has gotten so bad, people are starting to bring fans to school.

With all this heat, the only thing you'd wanna do is sleep. Or go home. But of course, the teacher would never allow all that. So we could only look at our books and pretend to pay attention. That's why chinese periods are so painfully boring. We can't do anything but stare at our books. And the teacher's ramblings only serve as a lullaby. It puts us to sleep. Again, that is not allowed. We have to sit still and stare at our books. ARGH

One time it got so bad, I actually felt sick. I felt like vommitting.

Double chinese periods are not just boring. They are deathly boring. It's so bad, you feel like doing something crazy like putting your finger on fire, just for entertainment. Because listening to the teacher gushing on about China's famous (dead) poets sure isn't.

It'll probably cause the death of us someday.