Please..

Seriously, please stop it already. If you like him so damn much, might as well go freaking adopt the boy!! It's tearing my frigging ass apart, and brusing my ego like hell. (wait, there's no ego whatsoever to be bruised). Thanks for killing off my apetite and dampening my spirits. Thanks a bunch, folks.

Another post penned in sheer annoyance, bordering on anger.

Laters.

Sweet 16, eh?

So what if he scores better grades than I do? Fine, he's much more dilligent than me, putting in endless hours of sheer hardwork and hitting the books, while I spend most of mine lolling around toggling on my psp, chasing a soccer ball and packing off to camp after camps. And you wanted my hair cropped short just like his so I, according to you apparently wouldn't spend so much time 'in front of the mirror'. Just because he sits across me in class and he represents the school on the soccer front just like I do, I've to put up with all these stupid and noncensical comparisons? I've promised you I'll prove my prowess in a little over a few more months. And those aren't at all just vague promises, you have my word. And I do not go back on my words.

Jerrard, it's pretty darn obvious you're the subject my dad's comparing to. But please know that I've nothing, whatsoever at all against you. Cheers, mate =) (ring any bells *Stryker;Berke* haha)

Seriously pondering, there's not even the slightest truth in people claiming form 4 to be a "honeymoon year". Absolute bollocks la, if you'd ask me.

Well I, for one, am seriously finding it hard to catch up. Fine, I've been playing the fool most, if not all the time. Dunno la, there's just something about being in form 4, about being 16. You, or most of us, wanna just play all day, wanna have fun, fun and more fun. Seriously speaking, you'll
all somehow agree with me, there's no denying it.

And yes, all play and no work at all is hazardous. Makes you wait on death row for your time on the noose in the form of an unsightly Report Card *shudders*.

Hari RKA's come and pass, much to the (extreme) relieve of most students. Oh, RKA is the abbreviation for Rekod Kemajuan Akademik. Err, unnecessary info, that. More like Hari Raikan Kematian Aku for the unnattentive, meddling lot.

Sport's Day was two days after. Big day, for the athletes and direct participants that is. It's the same every year. March past, events, prize-giving, letsgohome. Why won't they ever organise an inter-house soccer or futsal or 3/5-a-side tourney?

This, is a no holds-barred, straight from the heart(profanities withdrawn), raw(eh?), heart-felt ramblings of a sixteen year-old.

I'm feeling bleah already. Not like I wasn't prior to this. And oh, debate:

" The house believes that death penalty should be abolished "

(Opposition all the way!)

Screw those berries. I'm off.

Laters.

Jerrard Is..

Bald.

Yes oh yes. Blame the baldy, the baldy's always in the wrong. So says Sammie. So yes Jerrard, you'd be our everyday scapegoat till yout untidy mop starts sprouting again. Hah!

And yes, I promised pictures and all but heck, all the photos that've been transferred into the comp seems somehow or another to be missing. Shtupid. Fictitious shit. Tak guna. Bolodot!

Ish. I'm annoyed. Yes for a million and one reasons. This overworked brain is being a bit cranky and every bit unreasonable. It feels like working the nervous system into screaming profanities and all. No. I won't. That's just plain stupid. And pointless. Oh, bother.

I've gotta run la. I'm in my zone now; surely a post'd go up tmrw. So, wait.

Laters.

Surreal.

I woke up this morning with a splitting headache and numbing aches over most parts of my body. No, not a hangover. Heck, NO. Probably due to a (extreme) lack of sleep and rest. And maybe also an overdose of reading and psp-ing.


I'm back. From China that is. and oh, before that, Penang. Which is, really, no real reason for me not to blog. let's just put it down to lazyness. heh.


Though I'm glad the whole China trip's over, I somehow still wished it hasn't, for reasons which still remain unbeknownst to me. And oh, btw, the place was Guangzhou (Canton). Why there? Seemingly, my mum's side and probabaly a (large? small?) part of me; our roots go all the way back there.


Man, it's not easy for a Malaysian Chinese to wholly stomach authentic Chinese (Cantonese) cuisine. Firstly the portions are huge. Then the number of dishes stretch to At Least a 14 each meal. They enjoy lotsa things that we typical (or maybe it's just me not being adventuruous enough) Malaysian Chinese eat; think goose's intestines, livers of sheeps, pork tripe, cow honeycomb tripe (that's not that bad, actually), and the livers of goose which are so huge they can pass as foie gras, and some other innards that'd make most cringe. And to top it all, the food is extremely oily. Wait, actually most, if not almost all. But it isn't that bad la, really. Takes time getting used to.


But I really like the la zhiao jiang, or chilli oil paste, if I got it correct, that most of the restaurants there serve. Very unique taste. It has the texture of crushed dried red chillis with little dried chrimps, pickled salty taste on the palate, a heavy hint of pleasant pungency to it, and is wonderfully spicy.


And yes, the whole trip wouldn't've been that extra bit more fun (and bearable?) without my cousin (or step-cousin, rather), Alex. Lee Wei Ping! Pictures up later, prolly tmrw. Promise!


If there's one thing that I'd regret, it's not taking enough pictures. Heck. And eating too much without making much effort of hitting the hotel's gym. Bleah. Oh, the hotels we put up at were superb (it'd better be for the price we paid). Only later did I find out that there were most expensive hotels in the whole of Guangzhou. Unnecessary money squandered? Dunno.

Anyways, soccer's a-calling me now. will be back with a post soon with pictures, for real this time.


Laters.