Exam stress. Actually, not really.

They say an idle mind is the devil's workshop.

In my case, an idle mind is what you need to start doing things you'd regret very soon.

Studying for a chemistry exam can bore you like no other thing can. And in the process of it, I managed to get my own SIM card blocked.

I was playing around with Stuff (as do people who're bored of chemistry or physics and who'd start fiddling around with calculators and whatnots), and this time it was my cell phone.

I played around with the security settings, and it asked for my PIN, which I entered a random set of numbers, even though I had no inkling what the correct PIN was.

It was like in cartoons when the villain sees a Red Button labelled "Do Not Push", but he goes ahead and push anyway, resulting in the death of himself.

Now I gotta get my mom to call the Maxis centre, because it's registered under her name and they need Proper Verification, which means I gotta wait because... well, just 'cause.

Why couldn't I have just played with the graphic calculator?

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I was at the Web, doing last minute research for my biology Human Awareness essay before handing in the final product, when I came across this page on Harlequin type ichthyosis, a type of skin disease.

From Wikipedia,

Harlequin-type ichthyosis (also harlequin ichthyosis, ichthyosis congenita, or keratosis diffusa fetalis), a skin disease, is the most severe form of congenital ichthyosis, characterized by a thickening of the keratin layer in fetal human skin. In sufferers of the disease, the skin appears as massive, diamond-shaped scales. In addition, the eyes, ears, mouth, and other appendages may be abnormally contracted. The scaly keratin greatly limits the child's movement. Because the skin is cracked where normal skin would fold, it is easily pregnable by bacteria and other contaminants, resulting in serious risk of fatal infection.

We were talking about it at the cafeteria a few days ago, and well, here are the photos.

I gotta warn you though, don't click if you're squeamish.

I guess one good thing that comes from having to do all these thousand-word essays is that you find things during the course of your research that you otherwise wouldn't know about.

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Wish me luck for the mid years this coming week!

Considering the whopping 17-mark drop from my Physics Common Test 1 to Common Test 2, I need all the exam luck I can get.

Ciao!

I am goth, but I don't look goth

Ask me not what that means, 'cause I have no idea either.

28th person, explain.

Aaaaanyway.

I've never actually had fun during teacher's day in high school, except maybe after school when I hang out with the group.

Oh waitta minute. How was teacher's day celebrated in Catholic High again?

See? Totally forgettable.

But yesterday was Taylor's UC teacher's day celebration, and boy was it fun!
(But I cannot say the same for the teachers. They looked very bored, and Mr. Yap left early.)

After the teachers left, G10 had their own fun -


Playing musical chairs!

Which I got kicked out pathetically early (hence being able to take that shot), but nevermind, success in life does not depend on whether you win in Musical Chairs.

Then there was that game where one person would run around trying to hit people with newspaper, but would always end up looking unintentionally lost and confused.

Which then led to this -

Kevin's sexy dance.


Man, he has guts.

Had a whole lot of laugh-out-loud moments that day, like when Esther asked who starred in the Sixth Sense, the 28th person went, "Neh, that other man who looks like Tom Hanks." It was Bruce Willis, actually.

Or when the 28th person tried as best as she could to open her eyes as wide as it would go, she ended up looking like she's just very curious about something.

And before the day was over, a bunch of us managed to make a trip to MidValley for a meal at Sushi King. It's amazing we haven't gotten bored of it already.

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The past week had been the most stressful than any other week of my life had been.

Yes, even worse than that wretched SPM period during high school.

Yours would be too, if your lecturer told you that what you've been doing for the past four months were wrong, and made you redo things in one week.

Worse still if it was your FINAL version of your report, that report which constitutes 30% of your SAM english marks.

I've been skipping breaks just so I could work on the report, and I'd go home at 6pm without eating anything the entire day.

There's no time to breathe before we have to hand in our Biology final report, our chemistry report outline, and then right after, our midyear exams.

Everytime I start whining, my mom would ask, "So now you regret taking SAM?"

Let me very confidently tell you - no, I do not.

For reasons I cannot understand myself, I actually like writing reports.

And, slightly sadistic as it may sound, I actually like pushing myself to the limits like this.

There always seem to be a weird sense of accomplishment everytime I look back on a particularly stressful week/month.

Catch'a later, mah homies! Be sho' y'all check back soon, yo!

(What is the Malaysian equivalent of 'homies' again? Macha?)

'We'd love to have you!'

GAHHHHH.

I just got off a call from New York. And I think I sounded like a Stupid Malaysian Kid.

For the first time ever, it was an interview that the person on the other end was not assessing me, neither was I being weighed off against a bunch of other people all vying for something or other.

It was supposed to be 15 minutes, but it ended up being half an hour long.

30 minutes of myself thinking, Gawd why can't I answer questions like an matured 18-year-old should?

I sounded like a 12 year-old trying to sound like an adult.

Now we all know, Chooiyen cannot speak, she can only write a bit. Though I already found that out during my feeble attempt at debate, and writing doesn't mean much because writings are basically just speech you had time to polish up.

At least, I did not use lah or meh or anything like that. Not even once!
But she was speaking perfect English, ang moh slang and all, naturally I got nervous.

Gosh I embarrassed myself. Worse still, it was a recorded 30-minute self-embarrassing act.

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Here is a bit of Very Interesting Fact Regarding G10.

I did a survey on my classmates on their opinions on freedom of expression.

65% of them feel that artists, musicians and speakers in public shouldn't be allowed to talk freely. Music and art should not contain offensive material.

Now I wonder if they actually listen to rap and hop-hop, in which bling-blings and booze and partying and sex are the way to go.

Even more interesting, 35% agree that if there was only ONE religion practised, if only one religion was allowed, then there'd be more peace within the country.

When I had that question thrown in, I had expected everyone to disagree. I mean, only ONE religion? Ridiculous notion.

But now when you think about it, it makes a lot of sense.

Hmmm.

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I was just told last week that I suffer from a Weird Inferiority Complex.

Weird thing to hear from someone who's known me only this year.

"You need to learn how to sell yourself! If like you lidat, how you gonna win in anything?"

What she doesn't know is, sometimes it's more accurately called Pretending To Be Humble.

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Oh my gosh I just found out, college mates found my blog!

Paige, stop playing with your laptop and start studying!

Oh, and, jangan kembang yea =)

Amen. And other stuff.

Just a little copy-and-paste from my friend's blog -

We had our lunch at Pizza hut...I was sitting at the end of the table so they told me to say "grace"...Never done it before so I was quite nervous...I said a lot and start to think..then I forgot what I wanted to say and suddenly said, "aww-man!" ...then suddenly my friends all said Amen.I was shocked to see them say that and told them,"I haven't finish yet"Esther said to me,"Why so long one?"(should not have the word "one'...what to do ? Malaysian ma..).Then I said Amen...because I was shy...haha...

It was darn hilarious.

She didn't write it there, but Esther actually scolded her for not saying "In the name of Jesus", to which she replied, "But I haven't finished yet!"

Turned out we mistook her "awww man!" for "Amen".


Also lifted off her blog, is this -


Us, stoning, because we were Too Sick To Continue.

You see that plastic bag between us?

It was carrying a half-eaten pandan cake roll, but we left it there when we went for our rides, and it ended up being stolen from us. (One wonders why anyone would want a half-eaten roll.)

Anyway.

In my attempt to become more of a hardworking person and less of a last-minute-rush person, I stayed back on Monday, idled away two hours after school, just so I could catch Dr. Santa after her classes at 4 pm, and we went over my draft for the Investigative Studies Report.

So while 5 people had to fight for her one hour during classes, or during breaks, I had a whole 40 minutes to myself that afternoon.

And ended up having her change 80% of my report.

She changed the headings, told me half the things I had were irrelevant, made me discard them and told me to add a bunch of other stuff.

Which is all well, because we all know she just wants the best from me, but I wonder, why did she not tell me I had the wrong headings and content and arrangement when I handed in my proposal, or when I did my outline?

Now I'm worried because I'm doing all these new content for the first time, and it'd already be The Final Report.

And here's a new record.

I managed to talk my mom into getting me a new huuuge work station, and a new work chair that costs 2.5 times more than the one she had wanted to get, all in 10 minutes!

Obviously, this post is very filler-ish, but nevermind.

Quote - "I am Someone, with Something, going Somewhere!"

It's not like anything HUGE is happening lately, but for the weirdest reason, I'm feeling very excited. I wonder why.


Hmm I think it's about time I did a new blog layout. This is SO Red Hot Chili Pepper-fan site-ish.