How Exams Kill Us

Jeez... now, the word "exam" creeps me out more than ever. For someone who's top priority is sleeping, waking up late at night studying a subject that I don't even enjoy is a BIG no-no.
You know, when I was doing my Biology, I was like, "Ehh, I think I took the wrong paper lor... how come I don't understand a single thing they're asking. This is most probably German class' exam." It's the same case for Chemistry. The worst of all, you stay late at night to study (and a little bit of procrastination) and you still DON'T UNDERSTAND A SINGLE THING.

But anyway, now that exams are over, I'm anticipating my lovely trip to KL for coach training! After 1 year and a half of busy schedule, finally, I can go for my coach training!

Buahahahahahahahahahaha....

And lately, I've been procrastinating a lot when it comes to drawing. It shows how unfocused I am. Well, everytime when I tell myself I've got to draw, unintentionally, my brain will be like, "Ehh, Y*** H* (my name is like a censored word), go sleep lah. You know you are sleepy."

What I do next is that I lie down on the bed and sleep.

Race

The human race (which isn't a race at all) can be weird sometimes.

When someone compliments you and you reply,"No la... I'm not so good one.. ", he/she will reply, "Aiya, don't be so humble la! Just admit it, you're good."
But when you say, "Oh, I know. I am good. I don't need you to tell me", then deep down inside, he'll/she'll say, "Ceh, so action for what!"

But of course, it's rather pointless for be to say human is weird. Because when someone replies your compliments in a bimbo-tic manner, you will automatically dump her in the show-off group.
Anyway, I am crapping.

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I actually found this in one of the coaches blog and it's heart warming, simple and straight to the point. Three minutes of a short film can do wonders in your life.This is by Yasmin Ahmad! She's like one of the best director. She's one of those few directors who dares to touch the sensitive issues of unity of races.



Watching this movie gives me another few more reasons to laugh at Singaporeans. Pffts...

The Irony of Malaysians

What happened to Perak on 7th March was a shame.
It's a BIG disgrace to the democracy in Malaysia. And it angers me when I see these people are pushing their blames on one another. Who cares who started the mess. For all I know, those who are involved are wrong.
When a knight kills someone, his body is stained with blood.

Do you actually notice how much excuses people make to actually blame the government?
I'm not talking in a way that I'm supporting the government. I'm talking about how generally, people in Malaysia like to blame the government.
Malaysians can be really weird.
You know, they can complain like, "Aiyo, see la.. all Government's fault la! We have so many car accidents in our country. Dunno how to manage the country one!"
And guess what? Most people who complain about this DON'T PUT ON THEIR SEAT BELTS when driving. And they don't even feel the IRONIC part of the complaints.

Where are all the actions and why are all the talks?

And then what angers me is that when I hear people asking about the race or religions of people died in accidents. And they will actually FEEL MUCH BETTER IF THOSE WHO DIED ARE DIFFERENT RACE AS THEM. Come on, who care whether those who died are Chinese or Malays or Indians! Is it that hard to unite?

I think it's wonderful to have friends of different races and religions. According to some theories, for which I think are true, all of us comes from the same God. We all believe that there's only one God. But really, if we can believe that there is only one creator, why can't we believe that we're all the same?
Is colour that important?

IN SUPPORT OF WORLD PEACE AND ANTI-RACISM.




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Mr. Gay, My Lovely Teacher.

"The great aim of education is not knowledge but action."
Herbert Spencer (1820 - 1903)

As you can see, not much drama happens in my life.
Which is the reason why I don't usually talk about what goes on about my life. All I do in my blog is to crap.

But today, I'm going to share with you my lovely Biology teacher. NOTE THE SARCASM.

I tell you, he is the loveliest teacher I've ever seen in my life.
Why?
Y?

Well, when human have a disease, human don't die. Human suffer first.

I'll explain why.

Everytime when Mr. Gay (my Biology teacher. Again, this is OBVIOUSLY not his real name) asks us, "What happens when you suffer from XXX disease?"
Coldly, some people answer, "We'll die."
And then he'll reply, "No. You won't die. You will suffer, suffer and suffer and then you will?"
Everyone will reply him in an extremely cold manner, "Die."
After that, he'll say, "Yes, you will die."

If this is being said for the first time, nothing is funny.
BUT, if it actually repeats for like... hundred times, it's freaking hilarious, I tell you.
Of course, many of us actually manage to control our laughter. Or else, his Bipolar Disorder will strike him again.

Frankly, I didn't realise that he's always saying "you will suffer,suffer,suffer and then die" until recently. Whenever there's Biology, it's always sleeping period for me. No matter how good that certain teacher is, I still think Bio is boring.

And when a boring subject combines with a boring teacher, you have an.. invisible sleeping pill.
This is the most effective sleeping pill. For one, it's invisible. People can't see if you're eating it(or maybe some do).
And, you can eat it many many times and you won't even die. It's a sort of lullaby, you know.
Like, when Mr. Gay says, "The function of lymphatic system is.. blablabla..blablabla", my brain will automatically (the membrane oblongata, I think) will translate it to, "Lullaby, say goodnight.. it's time to sleep. Sleep, Y*** H*, sleep." (look, my name is like a bad word, teehee..)
....
See, how much I love Mr. Gay. I'm even blogging about him. Sigh.. he's the most respective teacher in the world.

Note. The. Sarcasm.

But frankly, I don't hate him. I have no reasons to, considering the fact that I naturally suck at Biology.

"You will suffer,suffer,suffer and then you will die."-Mr.Gay-

Beauty versus Normal

" To be able to practice five things everywhere under heaven constitutes perfect virtue... gravity, generosity of soul, sincerity, earnestness, and kindness." -Confucious-

Hullo, my people (if I own any)!

As you can see, I don't blog as much as I did few months ago. It's well, I don't go online during the weekdays. And there's nothing much to blog. My life's pretty good (translation: my life's pretty boring lately) so there's nothing much to talk about it.

I wanted to blog about something which is more controversial because controversial topics make you LOOK like a mature and professional blogger... but obviously, I am not so.

But there's no way I will make my blog post as a topic kosong so I decided to actually blog about a topic (instead of just crapping craps) !

What am I going to blog about today?
It's about beauty!

So, what exactly defines beauty?
And what makes me write about this topic?
Reading Dawn Yang's blog and her haters' blog make think about beauty.
I am no beauty myself but everyone has rights to talk about beauty. Personally, I don't discriminate against people who go for plastic surgery.
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Alright, actually, I DO. I hate how much they actually desire artificial beauty. I don't want to be a hypocrite. So, yes, deep down inside, I discriminate them.
It might sound cliche but beauty comes from the inside.
It's okay if people make up to transform themselves but helloooo, plastic surgery! Imagine Micheal Jackson.You know, I think Dawn Yang (if the rumors are true) looks much better with her original look. Although she wasn't as pretty as now, she HAD that sort of natural look. That sort of I-accept-myself-for-who-I-am look.

Again, I say, I am no beauty myself. And you might think, what rights have you got to criticize about others? Why are you talking about Dawn Yang like this?

I am not talking about Dawn Yang. I am just talking about people who does plastic surgery ( which, secara langsung include Dawn Yang, if the rumors are true) .
Forgive me I shouldn't even apologize. I stand by my own opinions.
I truly discriminate people who does plastic surgery. Why can't they just be who they are?

What's wrong with being NORMAL?

You know, NORMALITY is the best gift God has ever given.

What's wrong with having a normal face, hanging with normal friends, living a normal live and normal family?
Isn't it good when all attention are not on you?

" To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one man's life."
T.S. Eliot