I came across this awesome program as it was featured in Sin Chew Daily some time ago. Mind you, it can square up with games when it comes to killing boredom during studying or work! (Naughty, naughty!)
我读星洲日报时，看到它介绍这个超好玩的网络软件，可以媲美电子游戏哦！
Besides, it will definitely remind you of the yesteryears before the smooth whiteboard was used in place of the traditional squeaky blackboards with flying chalk dusts!
此外，这个软件会让你回忆回忆粉末横飞的黑板时代！
First, log in to http://kokuban.in
There are chalks and dusters, all ready!
先登入 http://kokuban.in
粉笔和粉笔擦，一律齐全！
Doodle anything on it! Just ANYTHING! You will hear a screeching sound when you doodle! When you are unhappy with your picture, just rub with the duster-the dust actually flies! How nostalgic! :')
尽管画吧！画画时，还会听到粉笔支支响。不满意时，用黑板擦，还会飞出一大堆粉末！好复古哦！
If you had actually entered the site, you will be surprised to see the masterpieces done by many other users, mainly animes!
Sharon, does it need to take you THAT long for just a sequel of a tale?
Promised for a sequel as the next post but ended up with a lot of others. Bad girl!
So it was. The applications of the other scholarships were not any better (except that they were not as erratic as the UPU!) I have diverse interests-computer programming, multimedia, languages and accounting, and so there it was-a considerable amount of time spent in front of the glaring idiot box, with my eyes squinting just to read and figure out the tiny (and not cute) letters displayed on the screen. After a through scan across various websites with reference to the foul-smelling, highly-piled up newspapers, I crossed out everything that were irrelevant and here came my final choices: click me!
I kickstarted the rigmarole with the ASEAN scholarship. Despite having scored a distinction in my English 1119 paper, I could never make a head or tail of whatsoever which were written on the online application form. Commitments in school? Fine, I got it. However, I took part in several competitions as well! Essay competitions, parliamentary debates, games... It had beat me terribly for trying to figure out the perfect answer. What was more, my year-end results in Form Four was required, and that I had to submit a gazillion copies of certified documents!Those were not all; I got a handsome charge of RM27.50 to post my documents to the Lion city! And ended up facing the music. And got nagged by my mom the whole day long about the exorbitant fees that I had forked out all this while!
Hello! I know that I spend a lot but not till the extend of a hardcore shopper, or a fashionista who never fails to capture the eyes of those onlooking shoppers, or worse, on a supermodel budget! I know my limits!
Wow, Paris Hilton's AMAZING arms that made my eyes roll! You can achieve that too, if you spend thousands of dollars a day to buy clothes that you will wear only once, maybe, and lug them everywhere!
(Some of my clothes which I wore since as a kid, were still in my wardrobe, and in tip-top condition!)No offence to Miss Hilton though.
Oh well, money is not meant to be burnt for goodness sake. Donate to ME!!! XD
Well, it was, once again, all in a day's work.
Here, I would like to express my heartfelt gratitude to my allies, CYNTHIA and WEI LIN. If not for Cynthia, I would not be able to race against time to fill the application form for the scholarship. As for Wei Lin, I would be still in dreamland if not for you reminding me on the documents. God bless both of ya!
God bless me too. Getting the scholarship and pursuing A-Levels in Singapore, is among my choice. (Yes, I AM STILL undecided!)
Later, there came the applications for local scholarships. Scholarships from Petronas and the TNB Foundation were extremely hard to come by, especially the former. Mind you, say adios to Petronas if you are with but even a single B+ subject! Again, the sites got crammed up, and I could use only the pesky Internet Explorer to browse for the Petronas scholarship! Slow and troublesome. ==''' (I use Google Chrome for almost all the time unless for anything related to the government sectors)
As for TNB, the application procedure was simple but logging into the site was literally stuffing yourself into a massive traffic jam for hours and hours. When those living in the sophisticated metropolitan had to leave their homes three hours prior to office hours, this teenager had to lift her butt off and head straight to the computer table, tears overflowing. After much brain-cracking moments and almost done in completing the application, I hit the "Save" button repeatedly, and the website stayed static! No more progress thereafter halfway through the "extra-curricular activities" section! I had no idea but to shut the entire website and start from scratch. Again and again. What a vicious cycle!
I would rather listen to this song "Again and Again" by 2PM, than filling forms again and again. The former is entertaining; the latter is plain boring!
And unfortunately, the same went to Petronas!
Congratulations Sharon, you have just spent more than twenty hours for scholarship applications! A silly waste of time as well, which is obviously what I DON'T WANT.
I had no choice but to put up with them. Yes, SACRIFICES. I had to sacrifice my energy and time to pass my examinations in flying colours, and the cycle comes again, for tertiary education. YIKES!!!
Had I been too impatient and frustrated to complete these forms until the end, I will have no choice but to study in Form 6. That is my last straw! Sweaty school uniform which renders me looking like a meat dumpling, stringent school rules to follow, and yes, this young soul will be once again trapped among the icy cold school fences for one and a half year! Of course, here come the advantages: Form 6 will be having school-based assessments, which is less demanding compared to the old system where STPM says it all. Besides, it is a cheaper option compared to college, and it is recognised in both local and foreign universities. More courses to choose as well! (Heartfelt gratitude to my pretty senior, Ai Luan this time!)
St George Institution or Hua Lian Secondary will be my choices, given that I am actually destined to study in that much dreaded Form Six classes. Not a bad idea too! Ha ha.
Anyway, we Chinese are more than just being encouraged to pursue Form Six. Well, I am totally stuck between the crossroads while the seconds kept tickling by. Worse, I am still flying around my dreamland!
Being a teacher? Hey, that was among my ambition too! (Obviously, I have DIVERSE interests, ha ha!) Alas, those places open were only for the up-and-coming PRIMARY SCHOOL teachers. Facing kids and go yodelay-hee-ho! My goodness.
I am going GAGA. Ra-ra-a-a-a-a, Rum-mah-ma-ma-ma-ma, Ga-ga-ooh-la-la... (What on Earth I am CRAPPING ABOUT?)
Ha ha! Ain't the lyrics crazy? "I want your ugly, I want your disease..." "I want your psycho, your vertigo stick..."
==''' That is EXACTLY what I am feeling right now! LOL. She won't be called as Lady Gaga for nothing!
It was only later that I found out from my friends that all sorts of teachers' training begins at the primary school stage. Fine then! I applied for the Chinese School group when, to my dismay, there are no such course for teaching Chinese language in a Chinese vernacular school! What the hell. Okay, there the application went: First choice, teaching English in a Chinese vernacular school; Second choice; teaching Bahasa Malaysia in a Chinese vernacular school. I want to teach there, not that I am racist; but since I began my education in a Chinese vernacular school, and took up Chinese language in SPM, why NOT I teach there?
The curtain call for all these endeavours had finally came! Fuh! Alas, the documents were yet to be ready, and I am still undecided!
Chapter 1: Started my life journey as a gift of love to my parents. Developed and kicked at ma's uterus for 9 months and finally got the golden ticket to witness the beauty of the world-no, but the filthy labour ward equipped with sophisticated and shiny tools for surgery, with stale air floating in the atmosphere. It was 23 September 1994.
Sharon's Birthday and Madam Ooi CK's day of suffering due to a Caesarean section.
Chapter 2: Grew up as a chubby but not-really-healthy baby. Spent my time at home watching Kid-Songs and English cartoons at midnight. Squealing my mom's guts out whenever hearing to the giant blender roaring in pain. Began to speak only at age five, and almost got blind for an unknown reason when I was a preschooler.
Sharon's not-so-carefree, and worse, troublesome childhood! Sharon was no ordinary child; she was so naughty and unhealthy that she often gave her mother goosebumps and made Madam Ooi's otherwise smooth face wrinkled.
Chapter 3: Stepped into the gates of SJK (C) Hua Lian 1, Taiping for her very first time back in January 2001. Leaving her mother was no easy feat. She's got bullied, has shed pools of tears during her years as an obese kid who had yearned for junkfood and hated sports classes. She had nevertheless successfully got along well with some of her comrades, and that was a foundation towards her adolescence. Topping her class and taking part actively in inter-school competition has graced her life in primary school.
Well, this won't be if it wasn't for Madam Ooi who stay put with my mischievous behaviour... again.
Chapter 4: From an obese nerd to a chatty teenager, Sharon was yet to fidget out the best of her life. Under her mama's undying patients and dedication into becoming her guiding light, Sharon has finally managed to clear her path of life out from the thick fog and thorns that lie ahead. Sharon would have been a hardcore gamer who dilly-dallies her day, if not for the never-ending nags from Madam Ooi too.
Scoring Straight A's in her SPM was the perfect ending to Chapter Four. Now, she is moving on to Chapter 5-Tertiary Education and adulthood.
So wondering who is this mysterious wonder woman, Madam Ooi CK?
Well, she's my mother.
Thank you ma, for guiding me through this foggy path of life!
Thank you ma, for your scrumptious dishes!
Thank you ma, for your undying and persevering attitude to bring me up since I was in your tummy.
Thank you ma, for staying steadfast and put despite my irritating attitude at times!
Thank you ma, thank you for........
Obviously, LOTS OF THEM!
Coincidentally, Lady Gaga's birthday fell on March 28 too! Ha ha! Please allow this super-irritating daughter to dedicate some songs from her yea......
Happy gorgeous forty-five, mummy! (sorry for lack of gifts as usual ==)
P/S: It was a scholarship frenzy this morning and a drive-o-mania for the rest of the day. Thus, sorry for the lack of words as exhaustion had overpowered me! I will include a Chinese translation for this post later, maybe tomorrow. And a poem for my mother. And oh, did I forget my supposedly posted sequel for yesterday's post?
Hi there, friends. It has been a while since I had last updated my diary. The traffic has dwindled and I just wish that the traffic in my blog is just like that in Kuala Lumpur! (Joking ah?)
Anyway, this plump, idyllic dreamer who got herself lifted off the ground always dreams that there are massive traffics in both her blogs. XD
She will be updating this post in English only, because it will be notoriously long. Well, it was just synonym with the typical Malaysian school leavers out there, who were brought up from the rigid education system in the nation, which severely lacks a space for dreamers and imaginative idealists. Well, not completely.
(Got punched in her face)
"Sharon, congratulations on your wonderful results! Mommy is so proud of you!"
Hundreds of messages poured incessantly into my cellphone and Facebook as soon as the results were announced. I was even on the top of the moon when I was even rewarded with a large, creamy durian cake, and got interviewed by the School Magazine. Of course, the cons were there too: got annoyed by people demanding me to share my study tips (Not that I do not want to share; I just hope you guys can be a little more patient! If you do know me well in reality, you should be familiar with my lifestyle-detail and precise in everything!) My essays in high school will be at least three pages long (with a tiny handwriting), my pictures will not be complete without some petals or any other embellishments here and there, my wood project three years back was heavily decorated with beads and coated in thick layers of paint... That was how kiasu and kiasi I am. Ha ha! Eh, what am I muttering about?
I hereby declare that I, Sharon Ng Huey Yuek, am and always be a procrastinating perfectionist, who picks on even at the slightest flaw.
So, you guys should know the reason behind my long posts and lack of frequent updates. I do not post my posts improptu. I will take hours to think and construct a grammar-perfect sentence. I appall at the usage of SMS languages in my blog. For goodness sake!
Back to the point.
Getting excellent results is indeed both a surprise and joy for me. (I believe that you guys do as well.) However, that was not the end; that was just the prologue of all the misadventures that ensued, and cut half of my lifespan short.
The ENDLESS APPLICATIONS TO GOVERNMENT UNIVERSITIES AND SCHOLARSHIPS!
Okay well, I did not do any list of the scholarships to be applied for. I relied totally on Google and newspapers for that. Alas, most of them were for private institutions and the fees are doomed to let the family's bank account slim down. Alright, I got it. I know what to apply for now. UPU (for government institutions), Matriculation (which I had applied for last year and still in the wait) and Teacher Training Programme, since I am guaranteed a job if I am to become a teacher someday. As for scholarships, well, they were the ASEAN scholarship, Scholarship from TNB Foundation, scholarship from Petronas, Scholarship from Bank Simpanan Nasional.
Granted, I am eligible for every single scholarship since I am a straight-A scorer. (The minimum requirement for the Petronas Scholarship is straight A-.) However, it will be a totally different story when it comes to the interviews. Speak in monosyllables, act without confidence, reply the interviewers with nonsense and I will bid the scholarship goodbye.
Here are the blues. Hello, it is not easy to get yourself a perfect tertiary education you know? Not even if you are born with a silver-no, but a DIAMOND spoon in your mouth!
The Internet service here is renowned for being charged as first-class yet unbearably slow. (Mind you, sometimes I lost Internet access in the middle of my posts despite paying RM95 for Internet every month!) Thus, in order to make scholarships application easier, be prepared to wake up at 4 a.m. every morning, right before dawn. Simply, emulate our ever-dedicated rubber tappers. Waking up with my eyes half-shut and a bad stomache is just all in a day's work. Despite numerous attempts to access the websites offering scholarships, I often got an unfavourable reply, such as "Wrong password" (when I have checked my password at least thrice and jot them all down), "Incomplete indformation (thanks o the Internet that disconnects itself magically-much to my diamay", or "Error 404 not found". WHAT THE HELL IS THIS??!!
Take Two.
The condition of the educational sites.
(Main traffic source from students)
Facebook/Blogger (Traffic source: netizens worldwide of all ages)
See?
I was totally frustrated with the sheer difficulty for logging into certain websites, especially that of the TNB Foundation and UPU. For UPU, like, seriously, what on earth was the adminstrator of the website doing? I am 100% sure that the site was not made for free! Yes, you have to throw in big bucks for a professional website. Maybe a few millions. However, hey, you will understand my rantings later on-if you had applied for UPU, just as I did. Thus, let me tell you, just SOME, some of the thousands of error messages that I got while updating my application into public universities, which prove to be economical and of a high standard. (Ha ha, I'm kidding. However, YES, I got bombarded and annoyed with lots of error messages that popped out-that's TRUE!
Let's take a peek into these. (Messages in Malay, English translation.)
"Sila buat permohonan terlebih dahulu sebelum membuat permohonan calon lain."
(Please complete your application first before proceeding on the applications of the other candidates.)
So, I am a teacher? Anyway, teachers will not possibly complete UPU forms (They have underwent training at Universiti Perguruan Sultan Idris) unless if they are counsellings who help the students to submit their applications. Sharon Ng Huey Yuek is Sharon Ng Huey Yuek. I am who I am. I have very unique fingerprints. I was a cooperative shop assistant back in school, and the list went on and on.
IS THERE ANY REASON FOR ME TO IMPERSONATE AS THE OTHERS? I am busy too. I have my life. I do not want to get jailed for impersonating as the others, OKAY??!!
"Sila isikan kata laluan anda" (Please fill your password)
Yes, passwords are important. What a waste for me not to capture that precious moment during my problematic application procedure! Look at the main page: "Login dengan kata laluan ATAU nama ibu anda". Obviously, I could choose either to fill in my password or mom's name right? For an absent-minded girl like me, the choice is obvious. Yet, as soon as I typed in my mother's name, that message popped out. I stared at the screen blankly. WHAT? It was pretty perplexing huh? Worst of all... (See my next point）
"Nama Ibu salah." (Wrong mother's name)
Hey, I have only one mother in my life and she is still alive! Plus, I am your typical stay-at-home-girl who is hardly seen in shopping malls or entertainment outlets. Plus, my mother is the great woman responsible to look after and bring me up for almost eighteen years (and still counting). I have my fingers constantly on workbooks and forms of all sort which require my personal particulars.
Tell me, IS THERE ANY REASON FOR ME TO FORGET MY MOTHER'S NAME???!!!
After all those crazy erratic messages during my application, a miracle happened in a cheerful morning, three days ago.
Ratatatat..... went my fingers dancing in glee on the keyboard. It was the annoying UPU application again. I had began work at as early as 5am. After all those messages and constant Internet breakdowns, here, there was something new. Yet, still miserable.
I had furiously and meticulously filled in all my particulars. As I hit the "Sah dan Hantar" (Confirm and Submit) button, I stared at the screen in horror. I wonder if there was a ghost playing hide and seek with me in Cyberspace.
I HAD BECAME A 22 YEAR OLD MALAY GIRL FROM KEDAH! Masni Farhana or something. I can't remember the name well.
There came the MUET results and the subjects. What? Hey, I had just completed Form Five last year! Damn. FUCK. (I mean "Focus untuk Mencapai Kejayaan"-Focus to achieve success)
Blazing with the flames of fury, I hit "Kemaskini" again. this time, I had unexpectedly morphed into a Malay Penangnite. After the application to enter Matriculation last year, the same problem repeated. I mean, I almost died. I am NEVER a Muslim convert something. So, this is what some people call as "systematic"?
Luck was on my side, at last! After five hours battling with the crazy site, I had finally managed to submit my UPU form, not without triple checks at my form. I gave a heavy sigh of relief. I vow NOT to return to the site again if possible!
The driving examinations again! Aaarrggghhh!!! That was my second attempt in Bahagian III (Road). I must pass this time!
During the boring one month after the silly flip-flop in my driving examination, I spent my evenings practising driving around my neighbourhood, under the stern eye of my dad. My dad kept asking me to speed up until when the meter hit 70km/h, he has still words of complaints.
I know I do not draw well LOL. Anyway, my dad often chided me for driving at the wrong speed at the wrong places.
Two days prior to the driving examination, my driving instructor, who is frail and skinny yet hale and hearty came and gave me a last lesson on driving-on the road. I was trembling like jelly as soon as I reached the steering and gear. Will I run into any vehicle this time? Once bitten, twice shy! Well said indeed. Without much gut, the rickety vehicle began shaking-yes, I mean SHAKING and VIBRATING along the road, with the wrong gear at the wrong speed at the most inappropriate location ever imaginable. Uncle shook his head in dismay.
I hesitated for a moment: Can I drive, after all?
It was the 19th of March. Alas, I arrived late at 7.30am! I went there to retake "Bahagian 3" which is for Driving. With a thumping heart and bated breath, I kept praying that I would eventually pass the driving examination, after all. Song, my bubbly former classmate, was with me on that day. It was her very first time taking the driving examination. If not for her to chat with, I would have returned to slumber. The day was burning hot and sweat kept trickling down my forehead. Waiting for the arrival of the JPJ officers was no easy feat!
9.00am! Every single candidate were startled. It was the JPJ vehicle, and there came six smartly-dressed officers, stepping down the van with loud clicks on their feet. (Imagine hooligans in the Mafia movies!) I was terrified when the JPJ officer in sunglasses came into my view. What? Not him again! He was the officer responsible for failing me during the last session (and it was my fault, too. ) Should I am destined to be under him again, I would certainly be dead meat!
Fortunately, it wasn't him. It was a SHE.
A petite, soft-spoken female JPJ officer! Oh yes! Female JPJ officers were known to be less rigid. I sighed in relief!
Thus, when my turn had finally arrived after somewhat like eternity, the rigmarole came-checking the windows, lamps and all. Thus, when I started the vehicle and went down the slope...
YES! I had successfully guided it down the slope! It did not went to the other side of the road again! Of course, that was Road F, which was the route along the Taiping Lakegarden. The journey went smoothly until a smelly moment. I went to fast for good that I ended up tailing a lorry filled of stinky rubbish! Yurghs~
I was fortunate for the fact that the air-conditioner was turned on, otherwise I would have to endure the unbearable stench of RUBBISH. The lorry was huge but slow, and obviously I did not want to run into it for goodness sake. My life and licence! Thus I went driving with the slowest speed I had reached in my life-5km/h. I did not overtook it at the first place for fear of being stopped and failed. Thank goodness, the lorry driver signalled me to overtake him! Bye-bye stench! Hello speed!
Rat-tat-tat-tat, went the little Kancil back towards the driving institute, and I must consider myself fortunate for not going backwards down the slope while returning to the centre! (Yes, the institute is built up on a hillslope) I looked into the by-then pale tester, and thank God, it was 17/20!
I PASSED AT LAST! Bye-bye Sepakat!
Still fidgeting how to drive well, and yet to speed up, I am now my sister's driver to tuition classes, under the stern, merciless eyes of my dad's of course. Now on a red licence with a prettier picture (Yes, I looked even UGLIER than a monkey in my Learner's License), I am still fumbling the right ways to drive well.
Hopefully, I can eventually drive to travel-at least from Hatyai to Singapore!!!
The verdict was announced. No, it was no King's verdict. It was the long-awaited SPM results!!!
10 am was the moment of happiness, the moment of misery, the moment of heartwarming moments, the moment where everything shrinks into a ball of confusion. After some brief chat with my friends, we raced straight towards Block Knight to pick up our results. It was not even a dollop of tension surrounding the otherwise serene and calm school atmosphere. Merrymaking and hullabaloo whisked around in the air at TMGS. The class teachers and some students were extremely busy, hands on, while delivering away piles of certificates, SPM result slips and guides for tertiary education.
Despite that, we the ex-students were shaking in fear, heart thumping in agony and legs shaking like jelly. Tears of happiness or tears of misery? Good results or "GAGAL"? None of us could predict or change our results, that was the matter! The scorching sun was blazing its fumes of fury, leaving me perspiring like a pig.
I was watching my allies, one by one, signing certificates and taking home the result slips. Some walked out from the shade, with broad and bright smiles etched on their faces; the others just raced home at the speed of lightning upon obtaining their results and said no more.
我亲眼看到同学门一个接一个地领回成绩册，有人欢喜有人愁。
My head was stuck somewhere in the clouds when my friend pulled me back to reality. Gosh, what a queue in front of Miss Ng's desk! Without any hesitation, I headed straight to the desk, almost crumbling down thanks to the immense fear. My CHINESE!!! Oh my gosh! Most of the candidates taking the subject had their result slip marred by the "B" or "C" in the subject, thanks to the ridiculously high result scale set on that subject.
I was stunned with astonishment. What? This... was my result? An A+ in Chinese? Unbelievable! I was expecting an A- for that subject since I did not comprehend that subject quite well. A+ in Chinese? I was among the minority with that grade in the nation! Three Yays for me!!! Ha ha! Perfect. A+ for all of my language subjects. Account as well, since I am not a pure Account student. Tee hee~!!! Not forgetting, my History! (Which was often and always a bone of contention between my parents and me)
WAIT! There was a catch! Look at my Physics which SUCKS!!! Physics especially. A-... when I was used to get no less than 80 marks in that subject in school. OH MY GOSH!!! Should I re-appeal to the Examination board again? Should I? As for Biology, Well, I had expected A or A-. I am a bard when it comes to memorizing facts. If not otherwise for these, I would have got straight A+ses instead of merely straight A's, and that I would have been in Kuala Lumpur, receiving big bucks from the Education Minister. DAMN!!! (Greedy, right? Ha ha!)
So, you must be wondering right now who the heck is the Weird Family. Well, similar to its name, this family is indeed weird. No daddy, no mummy, but rather it is made up of thirty-three rambunctious, mischievous and hyperactive yet bright young ladies (Is it too old to call seventeen-year-olds as "ladies"?; and led by a bubbly Chemistry teacher, Miss Ng who is ready to set the Chemistry laboratory on fire and ever-oh-so-passionate to odd chemical reactions all the time! (Just kidding!)
Yes, The Weird Family is the pseudonym-or should I say, alter ego, of my class-501 of 2011. After three months, here we are together again! Some of our sisters may not be here, but the beautiful memories of 501 will always be etched in our minds. Last year of school!
Do you remember the days which we fired our frustrated teachers with lots of questions?
Do you remember the insanity prior to the debate competition?
The Physical Education classes in which we played ball games while squealing out loud and screaming like nobody else!
Screaming gaily as the school bell rang-it's time home!
Jumping out of our seats and cheer during the last day of SPM!
What else? (Actually, there were too much of undefined memories.)
After three months riding the roller coaster of life as young adults-to-be, we've finally met up again yesterday in A&W. Cynthia back from a leadership camp, Anis and Atilia from mama's kitchen, Song who had since grown from a nerdy geek to a sprightly lady, Vee Wen who is now dubbed as the Maxis-girl, Fatin still with her voice and behaviour like Doraemon, Puteri now almost as gorgeous as Beyonce, me enjoying the art of doing nothing but crap...
Everyone has a different side of story, but still, nothing beats friendship! :D
The "sisters" which were present: (Okay, no full name)
Atilia （a.k.a. BIG MAMA)
Jia Yi (The athlete)
Fatin
Puteri (Hairy Puter; the diva of the class)
Cynthia (a.k.a. Drama Queen)
Durgainy
Song
Vee Wen (a.k.a. Chin Geli... XD)
Anis (a.k.a. Kentut)
Mei Zhen (a.k.a. Supermodel)
Si Ying (a.k.a. Tarzan)
Yuwen
Huey Wen
Shamalaa (pro in cheerleading)
Vitthiyes
Thavani
Aisyah
Amirah (a.k.a. Ceti Halal)
Not forgetting me! (a.k.a. Sharon Stone) If only I am as popular as the bona fide Sharon Stone herself...!!! Obviously, no way. She's an actress! I am a total flip-flop when it comes to acting. XD
Nerdies... (Picture courtesy of Fatin)
WEIRD FAMILY ROCKS!!!
Hope our friendship will last till the world ends...
And to all my friends, may we pass the SPM in flying colours! I know that you are all really tensed out there (Me too!) I will share a humourous picture which I got on Facebook, just for fun. Trust me, it will make you laugh continuously from ear to ear!
If only I was born seven months earlier, i would have slurped down a steaming hot cup of Milo and head straight into the icy-cold lecture room at the Sepakat Driving Institution to have a pint of blood drew off for the needy. No worries, I can donate blood at any time after the twenty-third day in September this year.
So, you must have realised by now that what I am going to talk about. Or should I say, narrate or even crap about.
It was the blood donation drive this morning! It was an annual event organised by Wei Tuo Tian Zun Association Taiping, in order to help replenish the blood bank in the local hospital for those in need. Lugging along a large fragrant pot of steaming hot chicken curry, and some fluffy homemade cakes, off I went to the driving institute with my parents. (Well, actually, the food is for the blood donors there. Strictly no picnic.) I lent a helping hand to the fellow members of the association by arranging the food for the blood donors. Surely no one had wanted to donate off his blood with a rambling tummy! (Blackout awaits if you don't!)
Nine o'clock in the morning was just like any other morning during the lazy Sundays, except that the ever-oh-so-generous blood donors began pouring it and there was no more time to lepak around the centre. I mean business. Filling in the forms with the particulars of every prospective donor is crazy, as I had not went for any writing marathon ever since I stepped out from the school doors of my alma mater for the last time.
Filling up the forms with those oh-so-ubiquitous details of every blood donor. Name, I.C. Number, Marital status, occupation etc.
Well, to be frank, the blood donors did not actually flood the driving centre at one time! Instead, there they went, one at a time, until there were episodes which I had to hesitate-on resting and checking the schedule for the upcoming driving examination. Fortunately, there were Auntie Yap and Auntie Siew Meei to the rescue! Most of them were married people in their forties. Everywhere-except the dining area-was silent. I beamed in glee whilst watching people packing in cakes, slice after slice, and holding plates overflowing with the gravy of the curry chicken. Hello, I baked the cakes, you know??!!
It was not until eleven o'clock in the morning, when the blood donors began pouring in like crazy. Entering into my ears were the moans by those impatient donors:
"Wa Xiang bo lang eh. chap yit diam liao ying gai bo lang eh ma. Seng cho xiao liao!"
(Translation: I expected less people at eleven o' clock. I had predicted it wrong!)
Even the health-related questions supposedly to be asked by the medical personnel, has now entered my working scope! I had to ask them everything related to the health questions (which I found it pretty ridiculous! ) Except for the first question, "Adakah anda sihat hari ini?" (Are you healthy today?) "Tidak" (No) are the obvious answers for the other questions. Otherwise, no blood donation from you! (And obviously not for me too. I am not yet eighteen.
Imagine these:
Adakah anda menghidap penyakit Hepatitis? (Do you have hepatitis?)
Adakan anda mengambil ubat aspirin dalam seminggu yang lepas? (Do you take aspirin a week before?)
Adakah anda datang haid, mengandung atau mempunyai anak berumur kurang daripada satu tahun? (Are you having menstruation, pregnant or have a child below one year old?)
And, blah blah blah. (Please don't say me yucky!)
Part of the health-related questions. (If you are a Malaysian, that won't be a problem. =) )
Eleven o' clock in the morning. There were so many people that the crowd extended into the waiting room.
Hard work is nothing anyway. (Eh you lazy-bone, writing is hard work for you?) I enjoyed helping out at the blood donation drive a lot! (Probably, that will be the second and last time for me to help out in such drives, because I will be studying soon! (For the time being, online, writing and looking for jobs is what I am doing.)
Donate blood and save lives! Hopefully I am fully eligible and can pass the screening should I become a blood donor anytime soon. XD
注：歌词翻译并非我原创（毕竟我不懂韩文 -.- ）有Edit一点啦。还有，华文翻译，有一半是我自行翻译的哦！（Based on English Translation) 原谅我的华文丫！
Where did you go? Where did you hide?
Did you like that? Na na na na na
I like you
Where did you come from?
My eyes keep ticking,
you're in my eyes
I see you like this
I want to go next to you, but
I've got no courage
My heart's trembling
I'm waiting to see you
虽然想到你身边 但是没有勇气 心在颤抖 我期待见你
I don't know what to do, I don't know why
I'm going crazy, I hate missing you
I want to come closer to you
Closer in front of me, I can't leave you
我不知所措 不知道该怎么办 快疯了 不想错过你 想一步一步走近你 为了不让你离开我身边 我离不开你
Roly poly, roly-roly poly
Even if you push my back again
I'll just get closer to you
Roly poly, roly-roly poly
Will you only look at me?
I'm going to show myself to you
Why did you look at the watch
You stopped since our meeting, but
I see you like this
为何你看着手表 我们从见面开始就一直傻傻的站着 可是 在我眼中 你是这样
I, more than just today
keep excited
to see you
I'm waiting to see you
我看见你 觉得很兴奋 期待见你
I don't know why I'm anxious, I don't know why
I'm going crazy, I'm one step closer
to where you're going, Getting closer,
closer in my eyes, I can't leave you
Roly poly, roly-roly poly
Even if you push my back again
I'll just get closer to you
Roly poly, roly-roly poly
Will you only look at me?
I'm going to show myself to you
I like-like this,
I like-like that
I like this, like that, yeah
Roly poly, roly-roly poly
Even if you push my back again
I'll just get closer to you
Roly poly, roly-roly poly
Will you only look at me?
I'm going to show myself to you
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