Cornered Rat Bites Cat

I am pulling back all my words against Ms Connie. For some reason, she had a change of heart and became a really nice person suddenly. She even pulled a joke yesterday, which was so unexpected we didn't even get to laugh. Personally, I really feel like deleting that post that resulted in quite a controvery - not. More like a fuss.

On Mr Danny's side of things though, um, I've done all I can Phil, so please forgive me if I am unable to apologize directly. Because you should know that I am unable to speak to adults with ease. The gap between adults and kids was explored in Wild Arms: The 4th Detonator. My mindset is like those of Jude Maverick's, Yulie Athreide's, Arnaud G. Vasquez's and Raquel Applegate's - people who have been constantly betrayed by adults. I don't want to confront Mr Danny only to be flamed. I don't think and can ever fully trust adults. You have proof, Phil, that he'll forgive me? I already stated clearly that I don't need his forgiveness. He can bear a grudge against me, spread news about me among the teachers, or even sue me. I mean, those ARE his rights. At least I know that I have realized that I hurt him, regretted doing so, and apologized openly. I am never good speaking in person - you can ask Sharon, I can talk about more stuff and she understands better through chatting. If you guys are really mad at me for hurting your beloved Mr Danny, fine, I'll try to find an opening and say sorry. I don't expect to be friends with him, just student-teacher is a good enough mutual relationship. I still physically punish myself to avoid from falling asleep so I won't hurt him further. His implication of me hurting him is enough for me to use Edbert as my voice in BM class. If I really have something personal against him, I might as well ditch everything he teaches and do my essays in his classes instead. I still have the MPH-Alliance Bank and the Scholastic. And If I actually manage to win there's prize money. The former competition especially has sufficient enough prize money to net me one or two of the 7th-generation home consoles. But it proves that I really only foolishly offended him on impulse without further consideration. If he thinks this is all a duri dalam daging, I am thinking that this is a pedang dalam sanubari or a pelayaran di atas bahtera kesedihan, because I have to deal with my father at home too. I know the word hedonistic because I am trying my best to be hedonistic outside (this is a white lie, I learnt the word from Resident Evil Outbreak: File #2), since obviosuly I am internally more pessimistic than I really am optimistic. Um, sometimes I don't really know myself. Am I really this bitter and nihilistic? I 
guess it's only at school. When with people I can actually relate to, it never feels better to be able to act like a kid. But then again, I still have these negative thoughts even when outside school. We are supposed to pursue our true self ... but it's so hard when you can't even identify your true self. Once you create too many masks for the self, the original persona is at the risk of being buried eternally. Last year after finishing P4 on the 21st of August at 5 a.m., I pondered a bit about my real identity. Who am I? Urk ... I feel faint.

The school's badminton competition is held during the March holidays, so I can't join, as I will be in China for that one whole week. I will have my DS there with me, which is good; but the very knowledge that my father's there and my PS2's not there and there's no badminton makes me feel uneasy. If my father's there, Williew-haters can rest assured that I won't get a tranquil holiday. If my PS2's not there, that means I will practically be wasting holiday time without getting to play. No badminton equals possibly nil exercise. Ergo, I can expect an increase in body mass after the vacation. But I do so love going to new places, and though I've been to China before, it was seriously eons ago and I need new memories of that place to compensate the faded memories. Talking about badminton, Mynci's being a very good coach. Aside from Bike Stryker, we have other programs:

1. Speedy Cat
If you play TWEWY, you should know that Speedy Cat is a set of 3 special Pins (Righty Cat, Brainy Cat and Lefty Cat) of the Gatito brand. Well, the meaning here is emphasized on the words 'Speedy', 'Righty' and 'Lefty'. If I'm on the left side of the road, Mynci will deliberately direct his receive towards the 
far right, and vice versa. Ergo, I have to move fast, really fast. That's 'Speedy', as this training is mainly to develop speed. I gave the name, for obviously Mynci doesn't even know about TWEWY.

2. Scales of Justice/Libra/Balance
I haven't decided on the name in fact. Personally I like the first. Mynci's with Balance. All we have to do is to keep passing the shuttlecock back and forth. Sounds simple and all, but ... nope. This training program develops a few stuff:

(a) Accuracy
It is only natural to feel increasing anxiety as the shuttlecock is passed around and the number of hits rack up. If you can't focus, you will easily miss the shuttlecock. And with focus comes accuracy. Accuracy is also tempered in a way that we will need to try hitting Drive As (Drive Aerial, basically high shots) as it will be easier for the partner to receive. I tend to screw up and do Drive Cs (Drive Cataclysm, low shots) or even Smashes, so this is good to train one to know what Drive to use when faced with certain situations. The other Drive is Drive B (Drive Body, middle shots). Of course, Drive Cs are rendered useless in formal courts with nets.

(b) Control
I'm running out of time so I'll make this short. For offensive players like me, we need to learn to suppress our strength. Using too much force will end up ruining the tempo.

(c) Synchronization
Good if you are playing Doubles. Here you will learn to trust your partner and know his strengths,
weaknesses and personal tempo. Trust is important, especially for those like me. I tend to go for 
the ball all the time even when in Doubles, so when doing Balance on the street, I must not try to
traverse the road bumper (that is the border) and hit the shuttlecock for Mynci. I will need to believe
in him. Once you know his weaknesses, you can try to complement him with your own abilities 
in matches. 

Like, I gotta catch the Midnight Reading Express? 

Taking Pride From Fear

I've been having repeated nightmares lately. They pose as useful alarm clocks though, if you see nightmares the other way round. The only thing worrying me this time is the fact that in all 3 nightmares a few days ago, I just narrowly escaped murderers. I'm not sure, but it could mean an omen. The first nightmare is pretty obscure by now ... I was stuck in a lift with a stranger which the dream-me recalls as a repeat murderer ... and also my maternal family was in the lift as well. The lift was large and spacious, and the walls were harshly bleached white, and there was dim lighting. Somehow there was a stack of buckets in the corner of the lift. My dream-me flashes back on reading a news article - the repeat murderer likes to instantly decapitate his victim's neck ... but he won't if the victim smeared his neck with sodium beforehand. Okay, for some reason, I was able to consciously command the dream-me to search the buckets for sodium (I don't even know what sodium is ... wait I think I remember) ... as with video game theory, "There's always a solution prepared ... just look for it." Then I see myself in a wooden lodge ... asking around ... just to found out that a whole ballroom of people have been enitrely decapitated single-handedly. Later I found a video tape containing one of the murder scenes. As the tape starts up, I woke up. I'm not sure how was it supposed to be scary as well ... I guess the reason has been buried deep inside my mind.

Next nightmare. I seem to be living in some western country. I have a bitchy (LGI.com supports liberal usage of words) older sister. Either she's my older sister, or she's a classmate/senior. Anyways, I was constantly bullied in the school I was in. Only when the end of the dream 
draws near do things start getting really bad. It was after a nighttime party. Prom or birthday party, I have no idea. Anyways, I stumbled into my sister/classmate at a park nearby with one of her girlfriends. We talked a bit until my sister/classmate's boyfriend showed up, and we talked more. Suddenly, I spotted someone sporting a chainsaw running out of a nearby building. The boyfriend ran away. The girls and dream-me rushed past chainsaw-dude towards the building he came from (for whatever reason, I am clueless). I got in first and locked the door. Outside my sister/classmate banged on the door - then she got hacked with the chainsaw from the back. I thought I was safe inside. I turned away from the door just to see the chainsaw-dude inside, his free hand dragging the girlfriend. I think he might have brought her in through a side entrance or something. Anyways I woke up at that point. I did see the murderer clearly though. He had dreadlocks as his choice of pompadour, and he was kinda tanned. He had a bare upper torso with ragged white trousers. A bit lean but muscular. It was horribly scary, that dream.

The third dream. The most surreal. The dream kicked off with me among a group of my year's boys heading to some hotel via a Japanese-style rock garden. I see Ms Elaine and another woman ... then for no obvious reason at all, I passed out. I woke up in a mall. Again without reason, dream-me started browsing massage chairs. I think he saw something, and he immediately started off towards the escalators, where I can see some of my grade school teachers. I think ... the hotel might be in the upper floors of the mall. I've been to the Jakarta Ritz-Carlton, and it's situated right with the Pacific Place mall, so it seems highly plausible. The most reasonable situation I can think of that I held a reunion party as adult Wilson. That must be the case. But the dream-me was smaller than I am now. The scene was disrupted with a transition to the hotel halls ... carpetted lavishly in red and gold. I was trying to reach the party venue while fleeing from a white-haired youth. He seemed intent on killing me, whatever his motive was. We both shared a conversation like we are assassins who worked together ... perhaps I angered him in some way. We are both capable of 'rooming' (I made up the term) - creating rooms on bare walls. I created closets and all to hide ... but he was always capable of finding me. In the end I created a really large public toilet with a royal design. I hid in one of the stalls. I can hear him opening the door to my Room. Strangely, I was able to see him ... he was eyeing the contents of the Room. I predicted that he would start checking the stalls, but he didn't. He went away later ... and dream-me was still too terrified to move out. Later, White-Hair came to the Room again, and said, "I'll let you off this time." Or something else along that line, yeah. Dream broadcast ends. Oh wait, before it ended, I saw Ms Elaine looking annoyed at me, with her assistant-role-playing-woman beside her. Beats me who the latter was.

Dreams ... are severely bizarre. Certain nightmares are more bizarre than it is scary. Like last time, I was in school when everyone started becoming berserk and committing 
mass suicide. There were lifts where the Music Room was supposed to be, and I managed to evacuate the school with Derrick and a few other people on a wooden transportation ... looked like a wheelbarrow with its size exaggerated. Cliffhanger ending, people. I never knew what befell the Dream counterparts of Wilson and Derrick. It was disturbing, at the very least. People were jumping down to the school garden head-first. Maybe it was a virus of some sort. Either that or the suicidals were on extreme doses of hallicinogen. I sometimes wish these things really do occur. I want that missing spark of life. 
The pumping adrenaline. Life is too boring. Too normal. I'd even prefer the plain Normal-type Pokemons over normal life. Oh wait, at least my life isn't too normal. It's too normally hectic. I hope that was understandable. Lots of problems, my life. But I wish they weren't so soap opera-ish. But even if they aren't, they're still PROBLEMS. I want something EXCITING. And problems 
have never came across me as exciting before. Ugh.

Exercise is going well! The other day I demanded a match in the midst of a really light drizzle for the extra terrain effect - raindrops that can dampen a shuttlecock's movement.Very fun. Street badminton was always fun. No rules. No restrictions. Just a wide road and a bumper 
serving as the border. Play badminton however you like. My style is a quirky mix of dance (fast with serving and maneuvers), baseball (power serve), volleyball (low receives, spiking and smash-cancelling) and kendo (middle, power receives). Street badminton is the sports version of Audition Online's Crazy Freestyle mode, if you ask me. My flaw is that I never really consider the direction in which I receive the shuttlecock - constantly causing it to fall into the drain or onto a roof. After awhile I got fed up with the endless shuttlecock
casualties, so I invented something new should it go dead again. Of course, this new program makes use of my partner, Chai Ming Xi (from now onwards I'm dubbing him Mynci in my blog, after the Neopet of the same name. And yes, he has a Mynci himself in Neopets.com). He has ride around on his bike while I will have to chase him down and touch him thrice with my racket. It proves to be good exercise! Today I managed to sprint up to his bike and finally smacked  (gently) him thrice - my first victory against him in Bike Stryker (I named the sport). A supportive friend is very good! If I was studying in his school I'd be more than glad to participate in badminton (doubles) since we have good compatibility. I still prefer single battles, of course, but I feel less secure, especially if in front of many (haha).

Ah! I'm only one tankobon short of The Law Of Ueki Plus! Anyone has Vol. 5?

Even A Dog Wouldn't Eat This

I could've blogged more last night but a blackout occured at about 12 midnight. I think the last thing I typed about was concerning swimming. Oh yeah, the blister on my toe. I think my toe hit the tiles on the poolside several times as I jumped into water. Either that inflicted the blister or me climbing up to the poolside, which takes quite a lot of effort since I'm heavy. Swimming was a painful ordeal last night, and thankfully it's the last for this entire year. Next year, I'm finally having 1-hour classes instead of the usual 2-hour, since I'll be having a Maths tuition directly after it next year. Damn, I really dislike going to Maths tuition. It's so quiet since the students alienate themselves from each other, and Maths is such a dull subject I usually end up asleep, forcing me to take a Red Bull or a Livita before tuition. I really don't see how I would have the strength to go to tuition after the strainous swimming class next year. Blame the tuition teacher, who intends to switch the class from Wednesday to Friday. Ugh. Do I still have to take Maths tuition after 9th grade? Hopefully not, as that'll really wear me down.

Yesterday I went for a shopping craze before swimming. After school ended, I had to wait 1 hour for my car to arrive, but thankfully there was Jack and William to play the 2-player game, Table Tennis For 2 on my iPhone with me. It was fun, applying the concept of gravity into table tennis! However both of them left 
earlier than me, but thankfully the wait after that wasn't too long. I guess. After changing with the clothes my mother brought, I went to The Spring. I needed to shop for a pair of sports shoes and
trousers, self-help books and James' dad's jacket. I tried out Parkson and Nike for the sports equipment. Found none. Ah, I guess I'l just use my school shoes, and later on my mum told me she has called my father over in Hong Kong to get me the trousers, which he accomplished. Okay, he bought me something I want. So what, it won't be enough to redeem himself.  I checked out MPH for the self-help books ... I was actually looking for just two, one to 
build charisma and another to build fitness. While browsing the sea of books I met Jesmond-kun from 2D and Eon-chan from 2B. Am I fated to only stumble into aliens (as in people I don't know), instead of those I know or want to meet? After looking through a lot of books (by that, I mean seriously lots of them) in both 
BM and English, I finally found the book Fitness For Men. Actually I found another book earlier than that one, which is one similar to building charisma ... it is to help people understand and overcome their phobias. How my brain perceived the entire thing: Overcome phobias = more courageous = more charisma. I haven't really overcome any of my many phobias yet, but I did do diving without hesitation later that day. I guess it was the cause of my two main motivations *cough * Willie and QQ *cough *. Partly for myself, duh. After that I went to F.O.S. to look for the jacket as James 
himself recommended. That was the first time I've been there, and wow, for once, I enjoy shopping for clothes. There, everything came moderately cheap and doesn't fall into the LQ category. I think I 'll buy jackets from there starting now onwards. I really wanted the jacket I bought for James' dad. It was big! Comfortable! Cozy! Classy! Casual! Soft! It's a white Nautica jacket ... from what I felt I think the fabric's either wool or cotton. I really want a wool sweater like Ken's which is plain with cream and orange dabs. But then again my body's too big to look like Ken's lean-cut figure. Wait, he IS just an 8-years-old kid. Isn't he? Correct me if I'm wrong, Eugene. Ken joining SEES was way back then, in December '07. And I think that was the only time his age was mentioned. Or so I think. I went to Food & Tea for lunch though my mother insisted on the food court. I don't really like the food court - it's noisy, crowded and unpractical IMO. On my way to the avant garde kopitiam, I saw Danielle Basiuk-senpai on her phone. I just hurriedly walk past. Talking about her, there was a scene concerning her dad which Sharon and I poked fun at. During the assembly in the morning, when Ms Vivian (is it Vivian?) called out for Ms Anne to give out the prizes to the primary kids, she was still on her couch with her right leg on top of the other like some S&M queen flirting with the married man beside her (as Sharon said, which I agreed), Mr Robert Wayne Basiuk. That was the first time my Hawkeyes didn't recognise a person, it was Sharon who told me that it WAS Mr Basiuk. So basically, Ms Anne was some whore who needed people to summon her several times on MICROPHONE to actually respond, possibly because Ms Vivian is a teacher and the former looks down on the latter and prefers to spend more time with a Eurasian (correct me if I'm wrong) stud. Either that or she was attacked by MiuMiu's (Miulla Miuchar in full) Stand, Jailhouse Rock which can make people
only able to remember 3 things at a time, rendering Ms Anne to forget her own name. Then again, her sense of hearing may have been severely rusted. Aww, that's so sad. That's enough for the usual side-subject. I really like Food & Tea's plethora of food. I had diced chicken in creamy mayonaise 
(it's the only unhealthy food I can't stop myself from eating) with rice ... that dish came with free soup and dessert. But I still ordered ala carte dessert - Mango & Yam Tong Sui (literally, "Sugar Water"). The mango part wasn't very good. Next time I better just have the Yam one, though it's pricier. I had a fruit cocktail as my drink - it's called Purple Rain, and IMO I think it's either blackcurrant or grape. This time round, I spent less than the previous experience. I think it was only RM30 this time instead of RM32. Anyhow, Dawn's group spent more, around RM90 IIRC. But her group does have more people. After The Spring was Tun Jugah time! I obviously sped for Hong Kuok 99 
(games! GAMES!!!) while my mother went to a boutique directly underneath the game store (Sui Sian ... "Water Fairy/Deity/Whatever"). The 2B group was there, but I only remember Joshua and Kolly among them. I bought 4 games: Namco X Capcom (JPN), JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Phantom Blood (JPN), Wild Arms: Alter Code F and a party game based on Shrek. Also, I've got SILENT HILL 2. HarharharharharharhartakethatJordanTeng ... *chokes * * cough * ... I think one of the 2B boys bought a PSP game. There was SMT: Raidou Kuzunoha VS Abaddon Tai-Ou (JPN) already but I didn't purchase it due to the crappy cover, even though I am now ok with JPN games. Today since I can game already, the two JPN games I bought were way stellar compared to the English two which were quite lame (okay, not WA: ACF). WA: ACF just felt repetitive and the graphics were clunky. I wanted to get RE4 this time. Unfortunately, the shop's out of RE4. I even read many guides about the game the night before. Never mind, I'll just try out other stores. I can't find Dokapon Kingdom and Monster Lab, despite the fact that they are supposed to be released more than a month ago. Namco X Capcom was fast-paced and engaging, while JJBA: PB was just being JJBA and it provided tons of fan-service! My love for JJBA is as deep as the girls' craving for Twilight. IMHO Twilight is fairly normal and isn't worth the overrating, no offence to the worshippers. Or maybe it's just me being a boy. Wait, it could be that part of me who isn't really fond of teen romance ... I go for the daddy-mommy romances. At Tun Jugah while texting I also saw 4 boys from assorted classes ... I only remember Kyc and Vernon. Concerning Hong Kuok 99, there was a new staff I haven't seen before yesterday. He kept wheezing and sniffing I really disliked standing there while browsing games. After I've confirmed the games, he just fanned out the games on the counter. I was O_O for a while, then he asked me if I need a plastic to which I answered yes. He took out a small plastic bag and slapped it on the counter. I tried to 'inflate' it but before I was done, the cashier which was one I know and commonly chatted with, finally asked the new guy why he didn't put the games in for me. Seriously, that's one horrible worker. Where's the staff supervisor? Where's the guy's common sense? After TJ was Hock Lee where I finally caught up with Dawn's crew. But rather than being with them I went for the arcade alone. It was fun, but later I realized I was late for class. Oops. Only after swimming did I deliver the jacket to James' house. Wow ... it's huge. The house, not the jacket.

Operation SNANTI is currently progressing smoothly. Gotta resume on my book now before it's 11.

King Among Kings

I'm blogging early tonight since I have to sleep early for the charity food sale at the Lions' Nursing Home tomorrow morning ... and I'm quite the heavy sleeper, except on holidays of course, since my body will automatically reactivate itself early due to the fact that it knows I can game already. Talking about sleep reminds me of After Dark ... a vintage novel I finished a few days ago (I have now moved on to South of the Border, West of the Sun ... which cover design Phil detests). The story was crisp, exquisite and enigmatic. All the more loveable. I didn't face a single bit of the common Boring Read Dilemma (BRD) that strikes 
very often especially during the starting of a book. Thankfully with After Dark I didn't need to strain myself to
read through the first few pages and irritatedly wait for the plot to pick up. After Dark takes on a setting during the period after midnight ... life during the period when night dominates, something I
have always liked. I've never got a chance to experience nightlife outside before, and I've always wanted 
to ... the very idea of it is exhilarating. I adore the night. The night is an entirely different world from the day (well, duh) ... it's mysterious, dark, chilly and exciting! And of course, it's the timeline when we are closest to the supernatural! Isn't that just scintillating!? Hmm ... yeah, I guess it's rather unusual to see me all hyped about something that isn't manga or gaming-related. One night I'll just jump through the portal, into the dark city at night and walk 
across the entire city. I don't like the day and sunny weather. I love the night and rainy weather. Go me! Before moving on to another subject, I think I'll give my rating for After Dark ... 4/5 for surreal story, mellow setting and deep characters who all have a shroud of mysteries hiding them away from the reader. Sadly the book was quite short, but I'd say it was worth the money, though Lester was like, "OMFG you bought this thin book for RM 32.90!?"

On Wednesday we were allowed free activity for PE! A few of us brought badminton rackets while most of the other boys played basketball instead since they weren't good enough with their hearing to hear Phil's announcement to bring rackets on Tuesday. It was my first experience with formal, indoor badminton (though there aren't any nets)! Since 3rd grade I've been doing only street badminton, so this is a wholly different thing for a country boy like me. Having been practicing street badminton that is actually way tougher since while playing you need to take into account wind direction, wind speed, terrain property et cetera; my senses are quite well-toned, so I didn't do that bad in indoor badminton. That was actually surprising for even myself, especially given the fact that I haven't played for a few months already. Out of my class's Golden Trio which according to sports adept James consists of 
Kyc, Jack and Lester; I've already faced Kyc and Lester. IMHO I think Lester has been the toughest opponent I've faced so far. His style is fast and accurate play while mine's defensive and tricky. I will be trying out Jack next week. I feel a bad omen about playing against him. Hmm. Anyways, since we are talking about sports, let's move on to yesterday's swimming class. Dawn was absent since her car fetched 
her up late. I tried on my new pair of swimming trunks - they're longer than my original pair. I don't like it as much. It's pretty uncomfortable (the fabric) and it's fairly annoying to do the breaststroke with it. The class started with long-distance swimming, with me having to start swimming in the center of the pool so if I get a cramp of something in the deep end I have to find a way to get to the side on my own. The first time there, I seriously can't manage as it felt so scary as Dawn has described it, resulting in me steering to the side mid-way through the deep end. I can't help it, as the water wasn't lucid due to the rain earlier and the pressure 
there was quite intense. The next time through there ... I easily overcame my fear of the center by making use of Mr Willie as some sort of a tool ... by imagining him being there. Lesson learned: One can always make use of his role model 
as a stepping stone when needed. So, I pictured him on each ends of the pool and the imagined dialogue was ...
Willie: "Hiya son!"
Me: "Hey dad!"
Willie: "Wanna go for a ride?"
Me: "Sure dad!"
Me: "I'm a daddy's boy, in a daddy world, life in skin-flesh, it's bombastic, you can ruffle my hair, groom me up everywhere, imagination, that is my creation!"
Okay, so that part was actually made up now for Dawn who's ecstatic to hear me sing Aqua's Barbie Girl. For quite a while I kept to the idea of him being there and as I got used to that area, poof he went and Sara Bareilles' Love Song started echoing in my ears instead, even till the next hour of swimming, possibly since it's so catchy that I love singing it to myself a lot. It's either Love Song or Listen To Your Body Tonight or That's Not My Name these days. 
Jessy hates the last song though. Pity. Jessy also hates people who dream big. Jessy is so realistic. I am so idealistic. Though actually I'm quite realistic too. As seen here:



My personality type is INTJ, the Strategist under the class of the Intellectual. Not listed in my personality badge is the Interpersonal intelligence, the intelligence for interaction with others, since it's my lowest intelligence. Anyway, to all other bloggers reading this, take both quizzes at MyPersonality.info and post your badges on your next update! Taking this as some sort of a tag, I tag ... Dawn! Phil! Jordan Siaw! Eugene! Nadia! It's much better than all the other super-lengthy tags right? But, ahem, we ARE talking about sports. So some time near 7, we are supposed to jump into deep water. That's the scariest thing there is in swimming class. I can't, even though a fellow swimmate kept encouraging me but I sadly I disappointed him by not doing it. I don't exactly think it's a case of aquaphobia, more like it's linked to my immense level of acrophobia. At school when playing captainsball or cancelling ball, I'm even scared standing as goalkeeper on the bench. I'm already scared of that low a height, so imagine jumping into the water. Still, I am scared of non-swimming pool water. I do not think it's fear of water. More like the water is a dense shroud hiding all the creatures within. I totally dread most aquatic creatures as the majority of them either bear venomous properties or grotesque features. Some are just carnivorous. I don't even bother talking about this 
anymore. I've mentioned it once in class to the boys. But as usual, the boys especially Jordan acted all so brave and all, like he could face the creatures. Back during grade school when I was playing Ape Escape, the gigantic mutant fish was so horrifying. Also in Shadow of the Colossus, I dread fighting colossi #5, 7 and 12 as all 3 fights are in watery environments, especially for the latter two since #5 is more of an aerial battle while the other two are in water. It felt like a horror game fighting #7 and #12. Once again, I will say that we return to the subject of sports. This is the last part of it - jogging. After a long break from jogging (unintentionally, blame the hectic weather), I finally had a chance to jog again this afternoon. At the stadium I tried using the Sandman technique:





Kevin commented that manga really is informative. Yeah, I obviously liked that comment. But crappy overrated crap like Naruto is rubbish. Grr. Anyhow, the method really does make running a lot faster, and you feel lighter. Try it out!

That said, I think I should go now since I have to depart early tomorrow. For The Amazing Race 13, I support Ken & Tina!



I like Toni & Dallas too, but I hate Nick & Starr and Terence & Sarah ... annoying teams. Go Ken! Go Tina! Make sure you make a good comeback and overcome the Speed Bump next week! Good night people!

p. s. Please remind me of any typos or grammar errors.

p. s. (again) To Mark: I don't mind, I feel happy that people from other classes read my blog too!

Manhattan Transfer

Chilli whined about the lack of pictures. So I was like, "Fine, whatever." Well, here you go, Chilli. The first 2 pics were taken in Chilli's house.

As you can see, on the left is Chilli, center is me.

Chilli's house's mini-penthouse. Jack snapped this picture.

Kyc camwhoring in our class during the August holiday practice.

News Flash

They don't even show elementary kids mercy. So Pak Lah says that there is much to learn from History. Yeah. Right. World History. Not MALAYSIAN History. It is basically showing us how stupid our people were back then. Rebelling when the British only built a police station for the sake of preserving justice. If you think that is patriotism, I think that's idiocy. In Sharon's opinion, if only they did not drive the British away, perhaps our country would be far more modern than it is now. Idiots are supposed to give way to the intelligent. Unless the so-called 'heroes' can prove themselves as not idiots. They aren't brave. They aren't patriotic. They clearly are uneducated, have nothing else to do, do not comprehend the meaning of futility and the hope for a better future. As you can see, Parameswara could've nicely stayed in Temasik, but being too power-hungry, he chose to slay Temagi, leading to yet another group hungry for his life. All the historical figures we are supposed to take as role models in Malaysian history are stubborn, idiotic, power-hungry, evil and all are getting ahead of themselves. As you can see, the government of Malacca eventually went corrupt, and the leaders, having no will of their own, fell to the words of merchants and went against the Portugeuse, leading to their own defeat. Over these two years, I've read more and more of their stupidity, I just can't help but flame the hell out of Malaysian history when I saw the above article in NST. I hope the next generation of leaders in our country will at the very least switch Malaysian history to Malaysian MYTHOLOGY. It would be so much more meaningful.

Well, if it isn't ridiculous, then I don't know what is. So a random (pardon me) Bollywood actor will be getting the appellation of a Datuk? Are the Malacca authorities actually serious? Basically, Shahrukh Khan-san acted in a film set in Malacca from way back who-knows-when. Right. And apparently he is the source of the ever-increasing surge of tourists over the years. Is he really the cause? Has a survey already got carried out (I did not research this)? Would people visit a place just because of an actor? What, are they supposed to be able to absorb essences of their fav actor somehow? What about the director? The producer? Especially the producer. If not for whoever the producer is, chances of the movie even existing is nigh no dice. Okay. So their excuse is that SRK boosted the economy given the loads of tourists. Has he even been proven to be the main factor of the tourism boom? They'd better off granting Mr Gerald Lee a datukship considering the number of Best Educator awards he had won. So all those were just collected opinions from people. IMHO, screw the whole thing. Why should we care who gets the title? We don't get any losses. Geez, the whole nation creating an uproar over something like this. Adults. Most of them are probably just jealous. Seriously, I don't care if it's Shahrukh Khan or Khan Shahrukh or King Khan or SRK or PCK who gets a datukship. All that matters is that I'm still living, not dying from envy.

Candid Shots @ The Spring

Derrick Teo at Sushi King, waiting for his curry dish.

Class 2A's bishonen (pretty boy), Kyc.

Daryl Law, aka Shion-kun, with his The Finger pose.

Bau Mini Stadium

My sister, Esther. I made her pose as kawaii as possible.

Shaky overhead shot of self.

This Gallery's Winner Is ...

It can be defined as sublime in my perception. It isn't anything much for the professionals like Sebastian though.

Well, it's nearly 4 a.m., so yeah, I need my sleep. I don't get eyebags, no worries.

God Bless The USA

Special exam-season blogger Williew jacking in ~ hey batter batter hey batter batter swing ~ nevermind my random spouting of words. Though if you are media literate you may feel familiar with that line ... Anyway, despite this post's title, I DO NOT believe in any religion's god whatsoever. And I never will. Screw the fact that Mr Willie has a religion. That part of him I won't idolize. Plus, from the looks of it he doesn't seem to really care about it either ... hopefully.

I have a strange affinity with convenience stores. I have always thought they have quite a lukewarm vibe about them. I've seriously dreamed of working in convenience stores before ... and although I am now, it ain't as kewl as any 7-11 outlet ... I am working part-time in only a common sundry store. It's to save money to rent an apartment flat for William and me to use as our writing studio. My night shift is at a local pub though. Given the lax requirements, I netted myself position as waiter easily. To my relief, I am yet to experience any barfights. Also, my father finally started giving us money ... so, yeah, I only need to focus on getting my hands on a cheap flat. Maybe it's just me, but we're getting kind of off-topic. Now, let me just tell you that I love 7-11. 7-11 FTW. Currently my fav outlet is the not-so-new one at Premier 101. If you ask me, the location is pretty strategic as that area also houses Taiwan Cake Store (for food) and Sweet Memory (stationeries) ... ideal for students on the go. Not to mention there's always Slurpee to enjoy ... oh yes, I am a slurpeeholic alrighty. The sensation is just pure win, flawless to cool down ... and the enjoyment is far from detrimental even if it's a super heavy storm ... instead I will love it more. I live by wet weather. As I said before, I really like water, so the more it rains, the more revitalized I feel. Gaming during a rain is just great. My fav cashier is Paul(onio) of the same 7-11 outlet. He's very nice! He can even help you to fill up your Slurpee cup! And if he thinks your cup isn't full, HE will be unsatisfied instead and demands you to add more. People who aren't money-hungry are just rare these days. Also, some cashiers doesn't offer the Slurpeeholic redemption card or doesn't ask for it from you, while he does. These days I don't see him much. Maybe he got promoted (which is hardly surprising) or transferred to another branch. Anyhow, the Stutong Baru branch is just one I can't help but diss. Their Slurpee machine had been broken for over half of 2008, and yet they made no effort to repair it. As to add insult to injury, sometimes their A/C is broken. Oh yay. Oh oh, one more thing: the coffee shop beside it is so dirty and unhygienic, I really hate having to go there.

I'm typing about swimming after taking quite a hiatus from it. Okay, maybe not so. Last week's class was a disaster. Like, kraka-boom, and I dropped dead. So we started immediately with intensive swimming without warming up first ... which was tough for me ... I pretty much ran out of breath more than once. Next up was roping. Dawn and Mr Alex's son (the name is quite obscure, so I wouldn't type since I'm not sure what it is) were having their first experience with roping ... and that time was not enjoyable for me. When it usually is. I mean the second half of the tutorial, where we used a broomstick in place of the rope. We tried it our on the tiled part side which was awfully slippery given the flowing water, and it hurt when we were moving back while pulling Karen in. I hurt my left index finger. Thankfully it wasn't a cut. So yeah, we pretty much took 
quite brutal punishment then. Well, as one of my Birth Arcanas denote (Temperance), I have high endurance so it didn't really matter ... much. Later we did cross-arming. Like Dawn, I got myself in a horrifying sexually-suggestive scenario. Ugh, I really hated that moment. And the person on my back was like ... breathing so heavily just like those sexually-fueled gasping and moaning sounds. Sick, that's just plain sick. 
Well, after the trio (Karen, Kevin, Dawn) flew off to who-knows-where, that's when I start having a miserable time. I won't elaborate. It's so embarassing
and has hints of bullying activity which may attract controversy. Although yeah, I must say, I got pretty hurt when one of the substitute instructors started being obnoxious with me. T_T But no worries ... I didn't cry. Sticks and stones may hurt me but it isn't so for words. I believe I am physically the weakest boy in my class, but at the same time I also firmly believe as well, that my willpower is downright the most solid there is. What I lack physically, I make it up mentally.

My final version of Daddy (Mr Willie) was done as well, and I passed it up. Yay. The good thing is, Kemi(Cammy)-sensei was baffled as to what WLYY means. I didn't lie (what did you expect), however I just said it's someone's initials. That's true in a way, or maybe I was just being obnoxious. James-kun read it, and said it was really meaningful, so he's going to post it up in his blog after the exams. Heh, much thanks. I need to think of how to repay him. Speaking about James, he and I have also promised each other an extensive diet & exercise program in the upcoming winter/year-end hols. I need to lose lots of weight, seriously, if I even think of becoming like my idol 
(Mr Willie). Well, that means less time on bed and more off it. Yeah, I'm on bed doing hardcore wanking and playing with sex toys. That must have been what readers'd expect. Sigh ... I sit on my bed when I am gaming, dammit. My mother calls me a pregnant lady during the holidays since I am pretty much just relaxing in the bedroom without doing anything. I need some untanning substance as well ... my idol has snow-white skin ... my arms are severely tanned ... right, that was a hyperbole. Also using Mr Willie as a role model, I gotta get rid of my pimples. Ack. I'm not particularly fond of facial treatment. Hurts. Ow. Kapow. Sharon suggested using masks. Perhaps. Just perhaps, I may try. Really helps having a supportive friend.

I'm actually just back from tuition. Science. The teacher is a scammer. For some reason, he managed to swipe off my signatures for the past two months, making it seems as if I didn't pay my fees. Geez man, this is the second time it happened. Since he doesn't issue receipts, I cannot argue either. He sure teaches informatively and with speed, way beyond Jade-sensei, however his greediness makes me digress on who's relatively better. Jade-sensei, duh, anyhow she IS the spouse of my super fabulous idol, so, uh, she must be made of just as much win.

Twilight. Twilight. Twilight. Argh, a bunch of my classmates are drooling over the Twilight series. Somehow I regret buying Twilight in the first place. Then maybe this craziness wouldn't exist in the first place.

Am yet to start studying for exams. Same with Sharon. Carefreeness FTW. Last minute drive is all we can do. 
Hopefully I can reclaim my position from Jessy. Hopefully when I enter my senior years I don't get into a class with the smarties. If that happens, to be of some value towards Daddy is bleak; the possibility. *sigh* My Emperor, my Star, my Sun, why are you so hard to grab hold of?

Cross Fire Hurricane

Last two references still remain unanswered ..... =.="

The more I age, the easier it is for me to adapt with horror films. Now I can at least watch some from the start
till the end without looking away from the screen. The most recent one was Ginger Snaps. It's quite old. Yet
still great to watch. It got really good reviews from Rotten Tomatoes, getting a whooping 91% ... which is really surprising considering how much RT aggregates with its
criticisms. The movie was worth my time actually. I like the main actress (forgot her name) who played
Brigitte. There was plenty of suspense that got my adrenaline pumpin' near the end. Overall, 4/5.

I was just done reading Train Man. So I can finally start reading Twilight. The next time I go shopping for
books I must remember to buy Breaking Dawn, for both Dawn and me, due to our pre-set deal. Also if my
budget allows, The Diving Pool, by Osada Yoko. I wanted to pick it up the other day, but Twilight coupled with Train Man already tallied more than RM 100. And RM 100 doesn't come by easily. I wish the teachers at
school will understand this one fact. Train Man was a great read. I am currently practicing ASCII art! It's kinda fun, though tough for a beginner like me.

I dig bread. I dig pastries. I love confectionaries. As if to satisfy my lust for bread, a new bakery popped up in Kuching! I'd scream "Kyaaaaaaaa~~~" about anytime now. Actually I've already been there a few times, and it's over a week old already, so it ain't much of something new to the city people, especially those who live in the Bormill area ... *cough* Michael *cough*. It's called The Gingerbread House. It's actually a bakery cafe. I've always dreamed of owning one in the future as my main profession, with writing as part-time. After I find someone to succeed my business, only then will I retire and take up full-time writing. I think TGH has a really warm, fuzzy and kind of bittersweet ambience, which is all good. I like the music that is played as well. One can even feast on their meal outdoors. The selection of food is pure delish, and so are the drinks. I recommend the Cinnamon Raisin Danish and the Yin Yang. They go well together. The one con of that place is that it lacks
space. Yeah, space. It's a good thing that a shop's popular and attract many customers, but not when the
shop's all cramped up with severely limited moving space. Whenever I'm there, I'm bound to get stuck in the 'traffic'. Even my Breakthrough's of no use. In case you don't know, Breakthrough is my natural ability to slip
past incoming obstacles. Witnesses that can prove this are students of 2B/C/D as I use Breakthrough every school day during lunch time. Given my body structure, being this flexible is kind of a surprise. Ironically, I
suck at gymnastics. Breakthrough is a special ability whereas my mind is capable of constructing the most logical path of movement of someone or something, then construct one for myself that provides the smoothest form of moving through. For example, Edbert is standing in front of a rock which is
between both of us. On the right side of the rock is a wall. So Edbert will most likely bypass the rock through the left, and that way, my muscles will spontaneously carve my body through whichever opening left with speed and efficiency. One weakness of this is when people are deliberately tring to block Breakthrough, which is possible by taking illogical paths of movement that my mind cannot predict. If I temper this ability more, it is possible to overcome this flaw. Also, it isn't a good idea to use on slippery terrain. The first time I used it on a slippery floor, I fell because swift movements are necessary. And swift movements aren't nice to you when there's little friction on the ground.

I suddenly feel like writing an acrostic poem. My random target is poor Dawn.

- Dawn Brittany Jerah -
by Wilson Liew

Dawn's my name
As you can see
Wilson's writin' bout me
Now for an intro!

Brittany's my middle name
Rings quite a glamour-filled resonance
Isn't that what you think?
To tell you the truth
There isn't much about me to know
Anyway, if you insist,
No disappointments I promise
Yummy, I love books so much I devour 'em

Jealous of my collection?
Elisa Kho's my cousin
Rawr- don't mess with her
All who did regretted it
Haha, pretty short intro much?

- end -

So cheesy, corny, and I'm sure I disappointed you. To be frank, I don't know much concerning Dawn to write about to begin with. Har. Har.

My friend, Chilli, sent in a request! He wants me to serve him up one unique, personal Stand! As I have said, my blog is INTERACTIVE, so send in requests and join mah contests, yarh? (Why am I speaking like this!?)

Name: Chilli
Stand: Fall To Pieces (Song by Avril Lavigne) (Sorry Chi I rejected your Stand name suggestion)
Abilities: FTP can produce flat, circular glowing glyphs anywhere Chilli wants. He usually produces them within something or someone. Anything on the sides 
(both front and back) will be deflected, separating them apart in a blast of invisible force
(impact of force varies depending on size of glyph created). Chi can use this to sever body parts, however it
will cause no injury at all, and the body's owner can control the separated parts at will. The latter rule excludes using the glyphs on unorganic substances, as things don't 
have their own mind to think. By undoing the glyphs, the separated parts will all merge together again with the original body. Should Chilli be able to use FTP's powers to great effect, he can easily stand his own in battle. As an example of sorts, he can produce a glyph on his wrist to blast apart him and the hand, resulting in the hand being shot forward, like a rocket fist. Given enough velocity, it can pack a punch (no pun intended). FTP's glyphs' effect also covers shapeless, non-solid substances such as liquids, or even air. This capability can be helpful when one least expects it - should Chilli or any ally fall from atall building for example, Chilli can produce a large glyph on the air below the body then quickly undo it, to propel the person up again.
Strength: B
Speed: D
Range: A
Staying: B
Precision: A
Learning: C

Dawn also wants one.

Name: Dawn Brittany Jerah
Stand: Link (Song by L'arc en Ciel)
Abilities: Link enables Dawn to basically 'link' herself to practically anything. The sole requirement is to touch the thing she wants to 'link' with and then say the word "Linkage". She can experience whatever the linked item experiences, gain the effect of the item or even use the linked item
if it's a thing. For example, Dawn can link to a book, then mentally read it no matter where she is later. Further elaborating on this, she can make use of her linking abilities greatly given the wide variety of uses. She can link herself to another person, and can easily know where he or she is. Linking with webpages is also possible, and Dawn will be notified whenever there's an 
update.
When she needs healing, she can use a linked medicine. Linkages can also be expanded to other things or
people. As an example, Dawn can link herself to a man who is wearing a jacket, then add Wilson to the linkage, so both Dawn and Wilson will experience the warmth the jacket provides. Linkages can be altered as well, usually done when Dawn wants to link negative effects to enemies. So when linking with a steaming kettle, instead of linking to herself she can choose to link it with an enemy so the foe will get burns. Dawn can mentally erase linkages at will, and also 'store' multiple linkages in her mind, enabling her to freely choose what to link with. It is possible to link with more than 1 thing at a time. In that context, Dawn can link her arm to both a bullet and a handgun, then her arm will have strength equal to that of a fired bullet.
Strength: E
Speed: A
Range: C
Staying: A
Precision: A
Learning: A

Phew ... I'm finally done. Thank you for sending in you requests, Chilli and Dawn! See you next time!