Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Finally, I'm able to post a little something on my blog after what seemed like years beyond count. Anyways, I've been really busy this CNY cause my whole Mum's side of the family came down to my little home all the way in Tampin ( Alas,my dreams of sleeping all day long turning to dust ). So, being the eldest boy takes its toll on me (50 sen cik..) by forcing me helm the workforce. After scrubbing the porch, painting the swing,raking the leaves, pinting the bathroo, and cleaning the drain (again!), I decided to take a breather. Then I saw Mum toiling away in the kitchen. Its funny how certain things stick in your mind, even after you read about them a long, long time ago. Jun's post on the pains of'being a housewife' has lingered in my mind for quite a while now. And ithe memory of it really melted my heart to see my 45 year old Mum sweating it out alone in the kitchen (Jun you are starting to affect my life in crazy ways). With an 'Naveen you're either getting soft, or going crazy' chant in my head, I offered myself to work in the kitchen, ignoring so called 'Man's work' that was still needed to be done. As I peeled potatoes and garlic, and onions, cooked bihun (tossing it really requires a great effort) I started to really appriciate the ladies side of the job, and it really made me determined that when I start my own family, I won't let my wife do all this work by herself, but instead to help out (even in the kitchen ) in any way possible (thats reminds me, I really got to brush up on my cooking again since its already so rusty). Moral of the story is : guys, please don't underestimate the work ladies do, because they really work their butts off in the kitchen to fill our stomachs. So to all housewives out there, a big Salute to all You guys, people who sacrifice so much for us. Thank You and *muacks*....
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
13 signs of falling in love:
13. You accept them for who they are...
12. You read their texts over and over again...
11. You walk really slow when you're with them...
10. You feel shy whenever you're with them... (or comfortable if that's your thing)
9. When you think about them, your heart beats faster and faster...
8. You smile when you hear their voice...
7. When you look at them, you can't see the other people around you... all you see is him/her...
6. You start listening to slow songs, while thinking of them...
5. They become all you think about...
4. You get high just from their scent...
3. You realize that you're always smiling to yourself when you think about them...
2. You would do anything for them...
1. While reading this, there was one person on your mind the whole time.....
Are You In Love?????
Saturday, January 21, 2006
And For all you people who wondered who is this Junny I talk about, here she is (the one with thumbs up, the other one is her cutie of a sister)
First and Foremost, Mr. Saha, the Frog of The Day!
Me and The Guys (Part 2) (Extreme left: David,
Back Row :Hari, Syahm, My Cuzzie Marc, Me!,
Front Row: Shevin, Saha, Susen)
The Rajins , Su Yin (Left) and Qiao Bin.
The Chinese Girls Gang. (From Left; Jia Chee, Li Yi, Michelle, Diana, Chai Yi, Kai Li)
Me And The Guys Before Cutting Open the Frog (from left: Saha, Me, Susen, Hari , Shevin)
Friday, January 20, 2006
Well, school was fun today..haha..
We began our journey to the Form 6 lab (Form 5 Lab really no class lah), and along the way , some girls freaked out when they saw the frogs in our hand..Hilarious ! haha.. But deep down inside I was just as nervous as them, *lol*.
After some explaination from Miss Fauziah (Ever Handy Bio Teacher) , we put on our gloves. Well, I used my mom's baking gloves (She's gonna kill me! Luckily disposeable..) for tat..haha ! After putting in the frogs into a jar filled with chlorofom , the froggyz fainted !
After pinned the froggys' limbs , we took a pic for memorial . RIP frogs .. Sudenlly the fella started jumping around, while having a hand and a leg pinned (Isn't such a glorious sight if U ask me.). Apparently not enough chloroform. I can already feel the pain in my heart (I'm particularly soft person). My symphathies, to you Mr. Saha (The Frog for the Day).
After all the gross stuffs we had done on the frog , we took out its liver which looks exactly like a Cincau ...haha .. and the lungs which look exactly like bubbles .
Should one sacrifice a life just for some knowledge like this? I saw A level students cutting up mice , and Miss Fauziah told me you have to do more of these things when U study to be a GP. It will be another life-sacrificing-experiment. Why should one do this? I bet nobody knows the answer for this ..
Our frog had nothing left nothing but a skull and skins after the experiment. Syahm's and Dave's group even dug out his eyes. Way Gross.. Well , even the girls, (Mich,and Kai Li namely) were way ganas. the were actually taking out the pundi hempedu and holding it in their hands. Aiiii... I still remember wat Fauziah said
" Itu katak pun tension la..haha "
ahha... A memorable experiment , a memorable school day . yes , I won't wanna repeat this experiment again.. but then again, to become a doctor..... Aiiii....
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
As I'm writing this, i'm talking to 2 of my beat mates, Dave, and Mil. As we all are in Form 5, we all seem to be sharing this same problem. everyone in the World is busy studying except us! Arrgh, study. Another dirty word in Naveen dictonary. Something I'm good at but yet I hate its tediousness. So I'm going half crazy addy with everyone telling me to study almost 14 hours a day (practically my waking time lah
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Its a beautiful morning , everything is just like the same as before , same old students, same old teachers , same old buildings.
But I noticed something diffrent today , the aura in the air seemed happy.What happened? There are smileys on every students , what made them so happy ?
I walked around the school , and I found that , many people were standing in front of the notice board (which is next to the office) , looking at something , discussing about something . I wondered , what are they up to?
After pushing away some of the Form 1 students tat blocked my way (they are scared of me , I'm the Hagrid of TBSS *lol* ) , I looked into the notice board
" Pelajar dibenarkan untuk membawa telefon bimbit ke sekolah , disebabkan oleh kos yang murah . bla bla bla...". Finally, The Pekelliling!
All of a sudden , there is a fountain of joy in me . Wow ! This will be the end of boring school life , and the start of enjoyable , brand new school life. I wonder wat will happen tomorrow morning.
Will all the teachers shout at the students to turn off their hp?
Will all the students holding a hp in their hand until they crash into the teachers infront, or even worse, the Pengetua ?
Will the teachers go mad at last?
Will the students listen to Mp3 while teachers are teaching infront?
Will the students abuse the hp?
Will the answers of examinations spread around just like a chain-sms? hmmm..
Well , my fren , Clement, thought of a brand new greeting for teachers tomorrow
"BANGUN SEMUA "
" Selamat Pagi Cikgu , Saya sudah off handphone cikgu "
" baik duduk.."
Anyway, my group sucked to the max during the experiment in the chemical laboratory today . We broke 2 saluran kaca and we were scolded by our chem teacher , Mr Luk.. Luckly nowhere near CJ's dusbin burning act though *lol*, but theres still a year to go and more accidents to happen...
Gonna potong katak this thursday for Biology ! ! ! * looking forward for it* Michelle said she wanted to bedah Katak. Wowzers, thats brave....
Saturday, January 14, 2006
Lately, I've been thinking a lot on what the future holds for me, and the more I think of it the more interseting it gets. At 17, the world is my oyster. But the more I think of marching boldly into the future, the more I take some time to look back and ponder on days gone past, days I knew I would never be able to return to. And then it hit me. I was in Form 5, and nearing the end of my schooling 'carrier'. To look back upon the beautiful memories I had, the relationships I forged, the friendships I made and I started feeling emotional. In a few years time, everything would be left behind for good for the promise of a better future. To move on, was something I was never good at. What should I do now? I can only move forward, to look at a future that holds promise and hope. Probably life after school won't be as bad as I think I'd be. I can only trust God now....
Friday, January 13, 2006
This post is a bit backdated because the events in it happened in the Happened over the holiday period, namely the Hari Raya Haji holidays. The events in this however, continue to play on in my mind. Because I am a fat, lazy fella, work has never been one of my favourite things to fill my time with. So, just imagine the shock I got when my cuzzie and my bro decided (obviously without my knowledge) that the house was in need of a 'sprucing up'. Reluctantly as usual, I dragged myself to my feet to WORK (arrgh, the dirtest four-letter word in the world). Abandoning the natural instinct to run to the bathroom to hide and say I swallowed a whole bottle of laxatives, I somehow foolishly decided that work wouldn't take too much toll on me. I couldn't be more wrong. Within minutes of reporting to Sarge Vikraman (a.k.a DAD), I was assigned to clean the drains. Aiyo, of all the work in the world, my Dad had to give me this one. The while smell of the drain is enough to put you off, its the least of your concerns when you are cleaning them. The big problem is having to scrape of the moss that grows on the sides of the drain while having to deal with the leaves that have fallen into the drain that clog it (we have this huge durian tree in our house and about a ton of leaves fall into the drains every day). I suppose my Dad put me in charge of this paricular job because I have a high level of patience (needed every bit of it). I was halfway cleaning the drain when I noticed this yellow, pus like substance flowing in my direction. One sniff and my nose went ka-put. It seemed that my Mum was frying prawns, and she poured the oil down the drain. Oh God, why do ou test me I thought. Anyways, after a sickening exprience I finally got the job done. After that, I decided that I'd quit the 'Men's Department', so I hopped over to help my mum cook lunch, luckily she was done with the prawns and was cooking luncheon meat with potatoes and green peas. At last, I thought 'something I can do'. I am sorta okay at cooking, but really nervy (cheh, so perasan) and this dish was my speciality. So i told Mum to take a break while I finish up. After a nervous cooking experince, finnaly was able to to produce some sort of half cooked dish. Alamak, lunch is gonna suck. Never mind, payback for my cuzzie, bro and Dad. Ahhh, revenge is sweet.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
The Recent shocking news about my friend Junny' s Dad who suffered an heart attack awoke my greatest fear again. A fear I've been harbouring ever since 3 of my friends died in a car accident last year. The fear of seeing people I love and Care for pass away or even to suffer. Shuba, Kalai were 2 of my friends whom I dearly cared for. Shuba was the closest to me, since we were in all sorts of Ko-Ku activities together. I remember the times we used to sit together and she would pick girlfriends for me. I would say that I like this one and that one and she would say ' Aiya, that one not nice lah , Naveen'. I remember when we used to sneak out of Choral Speaking Practice just to irratate the teacher. I remember how she always says ' Hi Naveen, how are you?' witha great big cheery smile whenever and wherever she sees me. But when she was in Form 6, I wasn't as close to as before since she and I were busy with our own things. Ironically, the last week of her life was when she and I got back together again. We were suppose to go eat out for our Club dinner when she died. I remember the last time she spoke to me and said ' See you on Saturday Naveen (the day we were supposed to go out ,bye. I remember getting the call telling me that I would never see her again from my Mum. I remember all the Indians in Tampin coming to the hospital to comfort each other inn grief. I remember watching her mum wailing as she morned the death of her only daughter. I remember when I struggled with God, feeling He cheated me out of something, that He was so cruel and heartless taking away my friends. But everything God gives, good or bad is for the betterment of someone. Losing Shubs taught me that I should be grateful and thankful for my wonderful friends. it also taught me that was life was extremely fragile and that I should live life today, because the person we might care for today might not be there tomorrow. That is why I was so shocked to hear about Junny's Dad. I couldn't even sleep that night because I was so worried not only of Junny's family, but also Aunty Esther's family who are like a second family to me. A fear of seeing my loved ones suffer, made me panic, (possibly more than Junny did) and also angry that no one, not even Junny or Su Lin even bothered to tell me about what happened. Sometime I wish God would take me before my time because I don't think I could handle another death of a Family or Friend. But if I do, I know that I've got to trust and depend on God....
Monday, January 09, 2006
I really don't know what made me write this. Probably the guilt built up inside, or the realization that someone can help me out if I write this. A few years ago, I remember a discussion with a group of my peers. We were talking about whether any of us have the strength to say NO when a girl wants to make out with you. My instant reaction was to say yes but as time wore on, I saw that I was not as strong as I thought I would be. girls came and girls went, and thankfully with God's grace I've been able to resist temptation. As experiences passed and left their scars on me, I saw that my Christian Faith was one sad and mutiliated thing. I remember crying in silence as I thought about the condition I was in. A battered tattered soul crying out for God but my lust and sin would never let me find Him. Pornography and lust took center stage in my daily life. The more saw the more I became obsessed by it. I wasted the waters of my Baptism and Crucified Jesus over and over again. I hid behind a mask of faithfulness and dedication to the Church so no one would even think of accusing me of doing such degradable things. A mask I carefully guarded so no one would find out the truth inside. I hated what I've became, hated myself so much. Until late last year, a glimmer of hope shone through my life. God showed me and gave me Love and gave me someone I fell in Love with, a most wonderful person whom I thank God for everyday. It was in that period I found God again, to learn to rededicate my life to him and to count the innummerable blessings He has given me. I confided in a trusted friend in Church, who has stood by me through thick and thin. With help, I'm slowly rebuiling my life back together again, the pieces of a broken life of lies and deceit. I'm growing in strength day by day and though I fall often, by the Grace of God I pick up my Cross and walk again. Jun, you once asked me about my Dark Side, my Past. I know some of the things I've done, you've never expected me to do. I know you're ashamed of being my friend as I was once was ashamed of myself. But here is the Truth, I've got nothing more to hide. Now you know me. The REAL thing. Christians, please pray for me. I am weak, and need your prayers.
P.S: Jun, I'm trusting you with this, please don't tell anyone what I've did, I'll reveal them in my own time.
Saturday, January 07, 2006
I went to school just like usual today , and we started our sesi pembelajaran with my favourite subject >> PJK<<< ..haha !! After some "warm ups" , every boys from 5 int and 5 pintar went down to the basketball court. And we started the game . So, if u can imagine, with 20+ guys in one small basketball , and everyone following the one and only "rule" . Should i call it " War World III"? .haha. But we enjoyed ourselves very much ,and some of the Indians (besides myself) began to love basketball.Saha even claimed tat this is the 1st time he plays Basketball..haha!
Then , its FIZIK time ! Oh ya, Cikgu Arif rox. ! Thank God.Halelujah . Eh , i was wondering , is it every Fizik teacher will be fat ? Why are Mr Bong and Cikgu Arif alike? I mean in size,weight and width..haha ! !
Then again , our BM teacher ponteng , so again we went down to play basketball.World War 4 began, and ended up in drizzles.Wat a good weather we have today. I enjoyed myself.
Oh ya, 311 days more to SPM. *scared* *tensed**stressed* T.T
Friday, January 06, 2006
I've been thinking about this for a while and I think I should share this. Such a simple word. Love. Yet its place in life is so crucial. Yet its undermined in daily life. Just look at people who tell their success stories to the world. Do they even mention a word about love? No! Its all about hard work and perseverence and dedication. Why is love so undervalued? Sometimes its even looked down upon, especially in girl-boy relationships. Why can't people see that two people are able to draw strength fom each other, to be able to renew themselves daily. The socities perception of love is so distorted until they think its effects are negative. Obviously not all people are so mature to be able to use love as a tool to better themselves and I agree with that. But the fact is that love is a really wonderful thing. Whether its love for God, for your family, your friends or just a Girl you care for, its time to rethink about love and how you can use it. Its a powerful thing, love. As the Robbie Williams song goes:
If you're willing to change,
the world,
let love be your energy,
I've got more than I need,
when your love,
shines down on me.
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Aiya, so tiring lah. Finally after two whole months of waking up at 11 o' clock in the morning, I was woken up (rudely) at 6.20 A.M today. Well, some people might take that as a sign that a really bad day is ahead. But since I'm not really someone who believes in supersitions, I decided to face the world postively for once. How foolish of me. Unfortunately for me, God hasn't endowed me with future telling capabilites or not I would have known better than to wake up this morning. So after the usual shower, breakfast, ride to school (blah, blah, blah), a twist of fate which brought my life to a standstill. You know the guy prefect (or girl if you study in a girl's school) who stupidly stands in the morning sun reading announcements, introducing teachers and then gets laughed at after the end of the 'perhimpunan' ? I was to become that, a 'pehimpunan' Emcee. I was a bit okay about it but it was taking a lot of self control not to smack the teacher who assigned me for the day. Anyways, the first thing was the 'bacaan doa' which went very badly and had to be redone (twice!) because the first time it was read, the mike was cut off suddenly and the 'doa' guy kept praying on as if nothing had happened. After a few technical re-adjustments, it was time to sing the school song with a minor drawaback,the music. How do you sing the school song without the music? Well, if the emcee is 'muka tembok' enough to sing it out, basicly it can be done without hitch. So with a 'wall face' (literal translation), I started singing. Unfortunately, after 5 years in the same school, I forgot the school song so I made up a few lines along the way. So embarassing.....
Monday, January 02, 2006
What Would you do if a cousin suddenly told you that he wanted to stay in your house and study in your school for the year 2006? Would you freak out and say ' No Way!', or would you welcome him with open arms? Well, even though I haven't had the slightest idea of what made him come all the way to Tampin from his cosy condo unit in Damansara Perdana ( I just found out from my cousin that Junny lives nearby ), I happily chose the 2nd option. Well, I dunno whether I've made the right decision or not? Where change comes, changes follow. I don't know I'm ready for the consequenses!
Wowzers, its already the 2nd day of 2006 as I'm writing this post. Actually, I was making my way to Seremban on the 31st of Dec because of the Church Workshop that was on later that evening. After the Workshop, we Youths were supposed to make our way to Jusco to catch a movie. After sharing my (probably insignificant) thoughts and Ideas in the Workshop, we discovered that our 'Recycled Youth' (the name we give to the adults who are in charge of the Youth) had abandoned us . Therefore, plans were thrown into jeoprady. After a short meeting, we decided to postpone our plans for the day to a future date. But is that enough to take the Seremban Youth down? No way! So a group of youth who had nothing else to do (everyone else had functions and jobs to attend to) decided that we were going to catch a movie on that day and wouldn't take no for an answer. So the small (and when I say small, I mean small) group which included me, Zhong Zhen and Ong Beng went to Terminal 1 to catch 'The Promise' (a Chinese movie by the way). So after enduring loads of stares from other movie patrons that were obviously thinking I was in the wrong Hall, I sat down to watch the movie. It was quite an interesting watch actually, and a super great experience (1st time watching Chinese Movie in Cinema mah) and it really strengthened my desire to learn Mandarin after my SPM exams. After we exited the cinema, we decided to go see the fireworks display at MPS (that's Majlis Pembandaran Seremban). Unfortunately, no one told us that there hasn't been a fireworks display at MPS for about 3 years now and as a result, we stupidly stared at a pitch black sky. Well, to salvage something out of our disasterous turn of events, we made our way to the nearby Parkson to at least participate in some kind of celebration. Strike two of unfortunate events, Parkson was locked down tighter than Pudu Jail (unfotunate, unfortunate). Now for riddle time. Why did Naveen, Zhong Zhen, and Ong Beng cross the road? To get to the other side you say? Because there was a hot girl over on the other side? If you answered yes to either of these, you're dead wrong (though the 2nd option does make a lot of sense, doesn't it?). Well, we went to the other side because the A&W over there was playing 'The Final Countdown' and thought we could celebrate. Entering the Restraunt, we had the shock of our lives when we saw the Lee family (that is Uncle Tony's family and Uncle Chong Ming) sitting there. After chit chatting for a long while over a couple of root beers, we decided that it was time to go home because we had to go to Church later. I was bunking in Uncle Kok Bin's house for the night and to round a great night off, I had a long chat with Junny which I thoroughly enjoyed (except the part when she got really mad at me) . Jun, I'm still sorry you know......
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