Kiasi aka Kiasi-ism

Sunday, July 31, 2005

Guai Lou

*My apologize towards Big Bok for this post. This post was mend to be published just for fun.

While chatting with Jerica via MSN, saw her putting Jasie McCunny picture as her display picture…

Me : Who is the 1 in your display pic?

Jerica : Jasie McCunny lah. Didn’t heard of him b4 meh?

Me : Got, but no interest.

Jerica : oic

Me : not as hensem as me oso :P

Jerica : *vomit* He is the best lah. So yau yeng.

Me : Where got yauyeng? So ‘harry’ summore

Jerica : ei, pls lah. Peeple guai lou mah.

Me : And guai lou always smells good, ya?

Jerica : Er… yes.

Me : And harry harry all smells good ya?

Jerica : pls la… now wut era ady? Harry oni sexy mah.

Me : What era? Only last time people harry harry wan lah. Duh~~~ those paleolitic, mesolitic ah, neolitic ah, monkeys ah, those people baru harry harry wan mah.

Jerica : Eiyer… u so bad wan.

Me : Yupp, I am.

Jerica : He is handsome, ok?

Me : No he isn’t. I se more lengcai people before than him. I every day see the mirror to ssee lengcai wan. He ah, supp supp sui.

Jerica : He is more handsome than you lah.

Me : I am more handsome than him!!!

Jerica : Suan, dowan to talk to you dy.

Me : :P

Friday, July 29, 2005

Why teachers are so farked up?!?!?! (2)





















I got this from a mail.

If you are farked up with the handwritting ( which I don't think so), then you can see it clearly here:

Looking outside my window – Describe sights, sounds &
activities

Looking outside my window, got bird, got boy. Boy eat bird, bird die. I see a rainbow outside. It is very colourful. I am happy because it is very beautiful. I see children playing with balls outisde. All kinds of balls. Football, basketball, baseball, ballball.

My mom and dad came into my room and sit beside me on my bed. They look outisde the window too. My mom is sitting on my right and my dad is sitting on my left. They are happy that I am happy. Suddenly, some sparrows flew past. Our family dog then jumped out of the window to catch some birds.

Our dog is a very active dog. He eats a lot. He is an active dog who eats a lot. This is why he is active. However, he is not a very clever dog because he is mad. When he
jumped out of the window to catch some birds, he forgot that our family lives on the twenty fifth floor. Dog die. Me sad.

This is a bad day for me looking outside the windor because I am sad. I am sad because my parents just bought the dog yesterday. We aer sad. Suddenly an aeroplane flies past the window. We forget about our dog and are very surprised because we have never seen an aeroplane before. As a result, we are happy because the aeroplane is exciting.

My mom is talking to me, but I continue looking out the window. She screams, but I still look outside the window. I am deaf because of the large sound from the aeroplane. We are sad again, but happy because the rainbow is still in the sky.

Why teachers are so farked up?!?!?! (1)




















I got this from a mail.

If you are farked up with the handwritting ( which I don't think so), then you can see it clearly here:


What I would like to see in my aged parents/grandparents.

I am a boy. Boy is a boy. Girl is a girl but I am not a girl. Why I am not a girl is because I am a boy. A very good boy. I have a sister and three parents. Two mothers and one father. They are mad people and I am their mad child. We are all mad.

When they are old, I am hoping that they have earned a lot of money by them. Money is money. Not money is not money. Money is good so I like money. When they are old they will not need so much money so I can take all their money and use.

Because of my three parents, there are more of them to take care of each other. I can then go and use all their money as they do not need the money. They can go play chess or sing songs together.

Thursday, July 28, 2005

What to do?

I was having with an anonymous just now...

Anon says: i dunno i should confess im Ah-Kua gay or not
Alphonso Tan ~ Playing sudoku. says: er...
Alphonso Tan ~ Playing sudoku. says: if you love boys,
Alphonso Tan ~ Playing sudoku. says: then maybe is good to confess gua
Alphonso Tan ~ Playing sudoku. says: write letter to Lai Ma Thelma lah
Anon says: dude .. its illegal to be gay in malaysia
Alphonso Tan ~ Playing sudoku. says: then migrate loh
Alphonso Tan ~ Playing sudoku. says: love is blind
Anon says: haih
Anon says: ya lor
Anon says: blind until bekside hole also wanna go in
Alphonso Tan ~ Playing sudoku. says: girl no good meh?
Alphonso Tan ~ Playing sudoku. says: got 2 holes can go in summore
Anon says: girl must kau and wait until 3-4 years .. that one also tak janji can fark
Anon says: guys .. 1 day kau also can fark adi

Now the problem is, what to do, if the anon is a GHEY? Please advice...

I'll try to compile up the solution and make my version of 'Dear Lai Ma'.

Carrier Path

Someone said I'm very matured. Erm... I think so. Because I've encountered this question many times before, "What is your occupation/job?".

I then answered, "I am a blogger.".

Yes, I'm a blogger. I feel proud to be a blogger. I'm prouder to be a blogger rather than a sleeping student. In fact, blogs are apart of my daily life too.

My monthly salary? Aw... don't mention that. I only earned USD4.76 until now. Malaysia Currency keeps on floating, from RM3.80=USD1, became RM3.74=USD1. If I'm a blogger, I can't even feed myself. Sigh...

So, I was chatting with a lenglui blogger. Starting was...

Su Zen : Hi
Me : Hi
Su Zen : lol I tot was samivellu.

*part cencored*

Let us get into the topic. We were chatting about carrier, what to become, this job good anot? That job good anot? Bla bla bla...

OK, what I want to become next time? Blogger? Er... I think full time blogger tak jadi wan lah. Even thoought I can earn as much as 5xMom, as fast as 5xMom, can earn USD100 in few weeks, but I think cover income tax also not enough. Moreever, I also dreamed before that, when only I can become as famous as Jeff Ooi? World recognized blogger? Freedom Blog of the year? OK, I better wake up. Being a blogger isn't that easy too. have to crack our head everyday. Morever a dream to become a famous blogger, you must be flamed, and take the criticizing, and flame back people... I must really pay alot. Better don't.

What about engineer? Yaloh, since I master in Add Maths, Physics and Mathematics, why don't have a try? In fact, I wanted to become an engineer too. But, there are too many engineers around in Malaysia. My left neighbour is an engineer. My right neighbour is also an engineer. Thought many engineers around, we can still afford to make fatal mistakes, like the NKVE lah, Proton Sawi lah, highway with patches lah, this lah, that lah. And become an engineer also got its risks too. If the bridge falls, kena scolded by semivalue. If projects delayed, kena scolded by semivalue again. If build a lousy car, scolded by foreigners again...... and then lesen tergantung-ed. Moreover, an engineer always faces men and seldom 'exposed' to women, so what for? Think think, better don't.

What about doc? Doc also good mah. Since engineer doesn't 'exposed' much to lengluis, why don't turn to becoming a doc? Everyday can see RPCNs, see got patient can 'touch here, touch there'. Why no good? Good profit also. Bill was charged according to what you like. But one problem, I sukks in my bio. I flunked once in my bio test, and managed to score 19%. I don't even know when is the 'period'. Aw...

What about involve in journal, become a columnist for 5 Star Peeper's Paper, like Lai Ma? Er... I think this wil take a long time lah. Before becoming Lai Ma, first thing, must sign up contracts with a karaoke lounge to become a singer at there, and then must have 5 times more boyfriends then her one-star competitors (I'm not GHEY, kay?), bla bla bla... Very susah, must wait for years to achive her kind of fame. And then have to listen to Chin Tu Lan everyday and listen to his problem some more. Demn jialat.

Politicians? So that can *erhem* a lot? Er... I'm not a risk taker. I don't want my face to be published as the headline of the newspaper everyday. I don't want to become like mak cik, dealing with APs everyday, crying in front of the TV screen. You see, the more famous you are, the more people will go against you, isn't it?

So, after chatting with Su Zen, she adviced me to study finance and accountant, which I also wish to study that too. According to her, study finance, enrolled in a company, work, salary $3000 over, and then kena kicked out, get back 20 millions. 20 millions? Good. Searching for this type wan mah. Office got many lengluis also. Profit also quite good. But then hor, 20 million still not enough. I told Su Zen, better come to Malaysia. Enrolled into a company, become CEO, first month request for a Bunglo at Bangsar and also a Merz, second month kena kicked out, grab RM20 million, join another company again, request for Bunglo at Damansara and also a BMW, third month, kena kicked out again, grab RM20 million, join another company...... better still. Why not? Good mah.

So now, my temporary dream is to, fly to Australia together with Su Zen fly to Australia, study finance and accounts, come back to Malaysia and becoming a CEO. And, if possible, kena kicked out as many times as possible. Got car, got Bunglo. No good meh?

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Will Be Right Back

Having monthly exam now. MAYBE will be back on Friday.
 
BTW, I'll try to publish some 'short' post everyday. Cya.

Quiz time

Which part of the newspaper is the most valuable, saves many lifes and the most expensive? Drop your suggestion.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Another Blogger Was Met

*Disclaimer : Humsup post. Not suitable for chewren.

Starwing urged me to meet him, while I was pontenging happily today. Just when I was thinking that I can study happily, finish up my Add Maths project at home, Starwing started to bombard me. He called me up to meet at Pudu LRT Station. I tried so many times to reject him, as I was really quite busy, but at last, die heart liao. Have to see another blogger again. This time slightly special. Face to face. One to one.

So, I arrived there abut 1.40 p.m. lidat. Met him at Pudu LRT Station. Wah... nice place. No recommend wrongly. Pudu is famous for Girl School mah. Therefor, in in out out the LRT Station also can see SYTs with minishorts :P Demn 'sui'. *pssttt... Starwing also quite handsome wan leh. So, after that, we went to KFC.

He ordered the dinner meal (by right should be lunch time mah), with the mashed potato grave gravy attached on his 3 chicken meat, while I ordered the Zinger burger meal. So, after that, we went upstairs to have our meal. Wah, upstairs lagi better. Whole floor was 70% occupied by SYTs (with school uniforms summore), 20% Ah-Bengs, and 10% Ah-SAHMs with their kids. Those girls hor, *ichiban* But dare not confessed to them, scare all of them will rape me at a same time. Demn dangerous lah.

We all chatted a lot loh. I tried to slow down my speed of eating, so that can chat longer mah. We chatted many things, about dog doc lah (We called doc too, but unfortunately no one answered the call. Probably occupying some SYTs patient gua), girls lah, Penny lah... later he gave me a chance to confess talk to Penny. Eh, Penny voice quite sweet leh :P

And then we saw an Ah-Beng sitting behind us. hair style so 'macho', probably applied Getsby gua. And then leg open wide wide, like girl spreading out. And then this caught the attention of Starwing, he watched him so carefully, until the eye open big big.

After that, he was to work. He lefted me at LRT Station, and farewell to him loh. Erm... hope to see him next time. Maybe at Sunny Beach? Starwing said, that side got more SYTs :P


*Before I met him, I submitted a photo of my cute friend to him. But he didn't expect I have a fugly looking wan :P I'm a good liar.

Doc And Dog?

Dog and doc? Make me confused.

Yesterday while came back from school, I saw a doc lying down on the garage compound. The doc is quite small. Smaller than the roadside stray cats type. I wasn't familiar with doc's name, but the only thing I can describe the doc is, black colour, on top of the eyes got another 'fake eyes'. I don't know where the doc comes from. I thought for a moment, my parents wanted to rear a doc?

While the doc saw me, it quickly stood up and stare at me, wagging its tail. I didn't bother it, and entered my home sweet home. But the doc wagged its tail to me. I shutted the door, don't let it to come in.

After that, while reading dog's blog and discovering some things about dog, suddenly someone called me to join the kommies newsgroup. Wah, kommies wor. Dog also inside that group. So nevertheless, I joined. I saw dog at there. So chat for a short while, thinking maybe he is a very busy man, probably 1 day=12 hours, so I leave the group silently.

So, later, while went to tuition that time, the doc keep following me, no choice. So, I ran to my tuition centre. Luckily the doc, couldn't chase me up. So, I went to the tuition centre with my wet shirt around.

Sooner when I came back from tuition, the doc wasn't around anymore. Daddy said the doc was given to our neighbour, what a sad ending.

Back to topic, doc and dog? Really make me confuse.

Monday, July 25, 2005

One Sentence Post

How come this world got so many 'GHEY's wan?

Sunday, July 24, 2005

Is Lidat Wan Lah...

My mother just bought a handphone last week. Brand **********. But not long later, problems occured. So, we went to the shop today.

Mom : "Eh, miss, how come my handphone lidat wan? Cannot zoom wan? Here cannot function... bla bla bla..."

Seller : "Huh? Aiyah, few hundred dollar stuff is lidat wan lah... What you expect?"

What the fark?

Saturday, July 23, 2005

Bloggers Meeting

I had at the KLCC Bloggers Gathering yesterday, at 4.00 p.m. Didn't blog about it yesterday, as I was exhausted.

I met Milly first, and then we went to the Signature, sat on a good spot, and read books. Not long later, uncle Korkor Lockee came. he belanja-ed me a soya bean, so I will repay him one day. And then not long later, Auntie Lilian called me up. the line wasn't really clear. Can only listen get "... r ... oosit..." But because I'm so clever enough to predict, I can roughly know what is she talking about. So, I told her the location was somewhere near the escolator there. So, 2 minutes later, we saw Auntie Lilian, bringing her sons and her toddler. Due to the large amount of people, we joined another table to ours. Aunitie Lilian keep on busying finding her friends, and then take care her toddler, and was so busy.

So, not long later, Yvonne Foong came with her 'interpeartor', Yi Liang. He studies law, quite handsome, will go to UK this September... *girls, you all know what I mean lah :P* We all have a nice talk. And then here came mama22beas (probably the first Malaysian astronaut-to-be) with Pompit. And then came S-Kay came too. She is quite pretty also. I can see she can take along with Yi Liang lah :P.

Since there are too many people, and then hor, no one wanted to eat, plus summore, I demn hungry, didn't had my lunch. So I went to the tepanyaki stall lot to ordered a Chicken tepanyaki. While standing there waiting my chicken tepanyaki to be readied, 2 Arabic ladies with black cloaks (??) wrapped until see-no-eye, came over and ordered...

Arabic Lady : "We want 2 sets of beef tepanyaki please."

Order taker : "Okay." *shouted at the chef* "BEEF DUA!"

Chef : "Okay."

Arabic : "Er... we want 1 spicy and one not spicy."

Order taker : "......" *blurred* "okay." *shouted at the chef* "SATU CILI SATU TAK MAU CILI."

Chef : *dumbfarked* *shouted back at the order taker* "OI!!! You kasi tau dia lah! Sini tak de mau cili tak mau cili mya. Dia ingat sini KFC kah? Mau cili tak mau cili."

Order taker & Me : *LOL*

Arabic girls : "..."

So, I tooked my food and went back to my seat. Auntie Lilian didn't brought her prmoised 'tau sar pneah' as she rushed to the KLCC from MV. Nevermind lah, I'm looking foward the Penang Shangri-la Hotel :P

1+2 mom came with her atm aka spouse and her 3C (Carrie, Carol and Carter). Very cute. I tooked a picture of Lockee playing with McD's limited edition children toy. Couldn't post it up. Because he will kicked my s. Bloggers went back one by one. And I left at 6.20 p.m. So far hor, I think I'm the most handsome blogger at there lah.

Auntie Lilian demn cheat wan. She smentioned camera-free for the gathering, but she pulak brought it. Hm... this gathering was quite syiok, as I can get to know a few bloggers around. BTW, have you signed up for the blogathon 2005? Blogathon is an event to raise donations for charity. we are blogging for Eden Handicap Service Center in Penang, Malaysia. This year’s blogathon is on 6th August 2005, beginning at 9am EST. More more info, please click here.

Thursday, July 21, 2005

Malaysia Ringgit Pegged?

Malaysia Ringgit pegged? Then my Google Adsense money will shrink? Argh...

See you at KLCC, Friday!

Okie, venue confirmed.

Any more is coming? KL Blogger Meeting.

Hosted by 5xMom.
Date : 22nd of July 2005
Day : Friday
Time : 4.00 p.m.
Venue : KLCC (Oasis Food Court)

I'm coming. Anyone?

Do we do something before we think?

I used to be confident during last time. Speaking like the tomorrow will be mine. Speaking with full of confident. Speaking like as if as I’m always the correct.

I told myself 2 years ago, saying that I’ll win the chess tornament, ended up, I lost. After came back from the tornament, I scolded my mother. I couldn’t accept the lose of mine. I always told myself, “Guy, you are a mastermind, who produces masterpiece. There is no way that you can’t lose to those morons.” I was too overconfident to myself. And I was scolded by my mom too. She didn’t even know that I’m so ‘kiasu’, can’t afford to lose’. Now I understand, what she tried to tell to me. I felt so embarress enough to publish this post, but at least, I realized my mistake. I know she has been sacrify quite a lot for me. I just want to change my problem.

Last year, I thought of becoming the editor of the school for this year. The sub-editor position wasn’t in my eyes too. I’ve planned everything for the whole year activities. I showed my very best to them. At last, I lost. I wasn’t selected to be the school editor. I was demn frustrated they gave me the sub-editor post. I went and ‘cari pasal’ with them, to fight for the post. At last, I lost. I can’t even maintain my sub-editor position. Ended up, I started to blame the whole teachers, whole school, whole editorial board. At least, they cooperating well now. I realized I’m wrong.

I always believed in what viewtru said, when a door shuts, another door will open. I was glad that, I was sent to the world of blogosphere after the incident. I was exposed to different type of people at here, has taught me to be merchuat. Cases like, being scolded by 5xMom, was a gain for me. Sometimes, when I think back, I realize that I really can’t afford to lose, I was actually very childish. Whenever faults come, I will blame the others

I think I’m not only the one who encountered this problem. Some of my friends do the same thing without she herself realize about that. She is my footstep. She is the vice chairman of the prefect, leading the whole prefect to the very best. She guides them rigiously, take everything also quite serious. And the problem now is, whenever she thinks it is a good way, it means different for those prefects. Take an example, she forced those prefects to buy the prefect T-shirt, but she didn’t realize that some of them can’t even afford 3 meals per day.

2 years ago, I don’t know what problem she has in her mind. The story went: Whole bunch of people wanted to go to the National Archive for research. So, she also wanted to join. So, we got no choice, we have to let her join. After we got those informations from the archive, we went back to school. Note, there are still students who didn’t go to the National Archive. So, what this girl did was, she photocopied I think got 50 over, and distribute to the whole demn informations to those ‘next class’ students. WTH the next class student got the things to do with you? I have wasted RM0.50 per sheet of paper for the photostating fee at the National Archive, and she went to photocopied another set to distribute to other classes? Demn again, I should set those information under copyright.

Lately a prefect in my class was punched by a gangster. When she accompanied the prefect to entered the disciplined room, she cheered like those politicians before the elections, saying “Never mind man, we’ll definitely back you up!” while we were rolling on the floor. She didn’t even realize that she is a girl, she can’t even take a punch, how to ‘back up’ a boy?

Another example besides this, Canny Xia has posted his photo together with the nude SPG blogger. Not even 12 hours later, he has to take it down. But, it was to late, the photo was already copied by another blogger and posted on blog. I don't think I need to elaborate here, as I think that most of you are definitely better than me.

Sometimes, we really talk without using our cerebral, and make a very wrong decision. But when we realize our mistake, it is too late for us. Every people make mistakes, it just depends on how we make our mistake, and do we realize it.

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

KL Blogger Meeting

Anyone? KL Blogger Meeting.

Hosted by 5xMom.
Date : 22nd of July 2005
Day : Friday
Time : 4.00 p.m.
Venue : KLCC (exact place will be informed later)

I'm coming. Anyone?

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Fried Onion

I was on half day MC today, as I have had allergic. Whole body itchy. But later, I went to my house nearby Malay stall for my lunch. I ordered a plate of fried rice, kampung style. I forgot to tell the cook not to put fried onions, as I don't like that. Reasons I don't like:
a) No good for health (yea, eat first, die later)
b) Very sticky, will stick to my teeth.
c) Not fresh enough

As a result, I have to place those fried onions on the sambal belacan there.

From no where, a Form 3 friend of mine walked by...

Girl : "Halo."

Me : "Halo."

Girl : "You always eat here wan ah?"

Me : "Yes."

Girl : "Wah... your hair style looks very nice leh?"

Me : "Yameh? Hehe... Thanks a lot. But seldom people will praise my hair wan ler."

Girl : "Wah... the Malay dish very special hor? They put the fried onions on top of the sambal belacan."

Me : "..."

Monday, July 18, 2005

Pimples

Just now...

Dad : "Whoaa... didn't realize my boy hor, got one pimple on his face liao loh."

Me : "Oh? Oh... This one ah, got zharbor (girl) sukak mah." *giggle*

Dad : " *LOL* "Which zharbor?"

Me : "Dunno"

Dad : "You better apply some cream lah. Otherwise no lengzai liao."

Me : "Apply already, become lengzai, but no more pimple liao wor. No pimple, no zharbor sukak."

Dad : *LOL*

My School Is The Best

My school is the best, and yes, is the BEST! All because of the 3K (kebersihan, keharmonian dan keceriaan). Before I start, let me intro to you all first what 'east west' is that.

3K is a competition among the whole Selangor schools. Eevry district will sent out 4, 5 school and compete among each other see which school got the best in term of cleaniness, harmonious, and prettiness). Our school was the selected one. So, no choice, the Principle called us to change all the whole demn thing again. Class must be repainted, canteen must be rearranged the tables, toilet have to re-korek-ed, students have to march before entering the class...... Everything looks so fake just for that competition. Last year also like that, this year also like that.

And because of that, many changes happened in our school. We break so many records that other school can't even think about it. First our discipline teacher claimed that we are the only school that prepares 'parking lots for motorbikes, with their own motor plate painted on the floor' in Malaysia. Can anyone proof that he is wrong? Any school does this? Kindly tell me. Yes, the first and the only, BUT, it is outside of the school compound. Yes, motorcyclist need to park their motorbikes outside the school compound and kena curi-ed or not kena curi-ed, the school won't be responsible for it. Police comes and saman or not, the school won't be responsible for it. Is this what we called the FIRST and ONLY 'parking lots for motorbikes, with their own motor plate painted in the floor' in Malaysia? I think it is definitely shite.

Second, we are the only school which doesn't have a tandas. No tandas. You can't see a tandas sign in my school compound. Instead of the name of a place, they school principle changed all the names into a very special name. Our canteen is called "Cafe de S**** (Cencored)", our open-air gathering site is called "Dataran S****", discipline room is called "Kamar Bicara", treatment room is called "Kamar Afiat", road to the school building is called "Persisiran Harapan", pondok is called 'Inspiration Hut'. And the best part is, she changed the toilet name into "Bilik Santai". According to the definition of Kamus Dewan (Edisi Ketiga), santai = dalam keadaan rehat dan bebas, bebas daripada tekanan (in a reazxing and freedom situation, free from pressure). WTF!!! No pressure. Of course lah. We are the best!!! Whenever we enter the school toilet bilik santai, we will have our freedom, no pressure anymore. Ah~~~~~~~

Third, due to the large number of vadalisms in our school, our principle just made another anouncement today. No shoes were allowed in the toilet bilik santai. Why? You know lah, those vandalisms, teach those toilet bilik santai's users about sax education. Drawing those 96 style's on the walls, kungfu kicked the walls, and make the walls full of shite...... So, no choice, we are the only school to introduce the idea - no shoes allowed. So, no shoe, where what in? Just a pair of socks will be very wet. So, no choice, they just bought 5 pair of clogs (Yes, the yapunis type wan. With the annoying kilik kalak sound) and put it in front of the toilet bilik santai. Of course, there will be only 5 students can enter the toilet at once. Not more than that. With the idea of wearing clogs, I think it is very 'great'.

So, what's next after breaking so many records?

Sunday, July 17, 2005

SMSes

Happy birthday to you!
May I be the first person to wish you,
A Happy Birthday.
I got a present for you,
Nah… A mirror for you,
For you to look at yourself.
What did you see?
Hahaha… a pig face.


Among all the friends I’ve made,
You are the most special,
Because of your look like pig head,
Body shape like shit pail,
A trash attitude,
I decide to be your friend forever.


SMSes are ought to fill up people’s life, especially for youngster. I recieve SMSes everyday, yet, for some, I don’t find the purpose of some SMSes.

A friend of mine asked me once…

Friend : “Your handphone left how much?”
Me : “Sixty over. Gonna reload it tomorrow again.”

He was surprised how come I still left so much credit in it. Frankly speaking, I don’t send unnecessary SMSes.

I pretty like those wishing SMSes, especially before those festivals. Some with cute images, and some with interesting quotes. I will usually keep them and copy as a draft in my mail box. But one thing I don’t like is, cussing SMSes. I don’t know why I receive so many cursing SMSes like the 2 above. I look like a pig?

For the sender, they might feel happy. For the reciever, they might feel funny. But time after time, when the reciever recieves more and more such SMSes, the meaning will be different. Sender still find it funny, and the reciever will find it insulting. The reason is easy, the jokes were same, keep on lasting, meaningless, lame. And people will not find it interesting either anymore.

I receive such SMSes for almost everyweek, from different friends. Sometimes I receive the same old things from 3 or 4 friends. I wonder do they know that I’m not very happy with this. I wonder do they realize they are making fun of people. I wonder are they really happy with that.

I don’t know how to stop them. I don’t wish to tell them. I don’t want to hurt their feelings. I don’t want to waste their money on such STEWPID and meaningless SMSes. I just delete when I read until half way. I don’t know what to tell them. Aiyah, just let it be, let them continue to waste their money lah, since they are so demn rich.

Saturday, July 16, 2005

My First Meet With A Blogger

Today is my first time to meet up with a blogger. I met up with Milly. Before this I can just imagine her look by looking her picture. Yesterday night, I was ‘sam si si’, thinking how will she look? What to talk? How she feels about me? Unhandsome? Fugly? All sorts of thinking appears. I can’t sleep well for the whole night. I promised her to belanja her. I was thinking whether want to go anot. If I go hor, I will lose my MMM identity, macam I will lose my virginity lidat.

So, I decided to go KLCC to meet her with my die heart. Really die heart. I promised her to meet up at Nando’s there. The first impression to me was, ‘Wow, she is tall!’ She is tall, but still shorter than me lah. Wonder what mamibee let her eat. She couldn’t recognize the lengzhai was me. So, I called upon her and invite her to enter Nandos. We didn’t talk much inside there, just smiling and laughing and watching babies and kids (since she likes babies and kids so much).

After that, she said her brother’s gf called her to surveyed on the price of The Harry Potter 6. So we went to Kinokuniya. After reading some books, she asked me where is the Biology book for STPM. We couldn’t find it anywhere.

After came out from Kinokuniya, she went to toilet for a while. I called her to enterI wonder was it for a while. She said she has to queue up for toilet. I repeated singing the song for at least 5 times. I think she entered the toilet for 10 minutes.

After that, she requested to entered a shop called ‘Girls’. ‘Girls’? She said she wants to buy a present for QQ and SS wor. I was embarressed as I’m the only BOY in the shop. Looking those girls were having a some-kind-looking towards me, I felt embarresses and shy. But luckily we went in for a while only.

Then, we went to Isetan. She was looking for her alphabet pendant by perlinis silver already. For got what is that called. I think I saw my headmistress there lah. Demn kancheong at that moment. Being a Add Maths winner hor, where can I let her see I’m parking tohwith Milly? How can? Spoil my image only. I don’t know whether she knows me anot. I hope she don’t.

After that, asked Milly whether want to go shopping anot, she said dowan. Asked her whether she wants to go Petrosains anot, she said dowan. Asked her whether want to watch movie anot, she said dowan. Ended up, we went outside the park to park toh.

And then LocKee kacau-ed us. He called up Milly. And when Milly passed me the phone...

LocKee : "Yo! Check it out!"
Me : "Yes, check it out. Wassup?"
LocKee : "Yo, buy my mango."
Me : *LOL*

We chatted for 3.5 hour. Really enjoy talking with her. The impression she gave me was, pretty, prettier than on photograph, very kind, very cute, can talk a lot, sweet……

After that, I sent her to Putra Station, and I took 176 bus to go home. Hmm… that’s how I lose my virginity MMM identity to a blogger.

I Hensem?










I hensem? Hahahaha... Tenkiu Mr Belacan. *kembang* Make sure no ugly girl see this.

Friday, July 15, 2005

To Concern, Or Not To Concern?

Everytime when I do something, I'll think first, to make sure that I won't hurt sumobody's feeling. Just like yesterday, when I came over my one of my schoolmate's blog. He posted this yesterday...


I am extremely down today.. Something really bad and it happened to me for the very first time.. Is that love is everything?? I was being scolded in the staff room.. in front of some teachers.. I just not been given the chance to explain.. Anyway, i do understand it.. But i deserves a chance to do so, right ?? I think tmr i am going to die.. Maybe i will be fired from prefect there.. Maybe be gantung, maybe penalty marks.. Anything.. And mostly the worst, maybe i will be one of the casualty to go to Science 2 after this incident.. I felt very funny.. I tried to help her (her=gf) ..But why does she (gf's mother) thinks that i pulled her (her=gf) result down ?? I am sure not Ling's fault.. But i felt guilty.. I just know tomorrow i am going to die.. I am blur after the case.. I felt restless.. Huh...Pretty sad.. I really had a bad feeling on it, but i didn't realise that it would really happen..


-The end-

Frankly speaking, he is not my very close friend. He is just a normal guy, which will say 'hi' when we meet each other only. As I still take him as my friend, I read his 'lousy' blog everyday, without fail. I sacrifies my precious time just to read his lousy blog, just because I still take him as a friend. Reading his blog is just a boring hobby. I've read his blog for the past 3 weeks, everyday is about 'I Love You, Ling." And I don't understand why I waste my time on his blog, rather than on others proffesional blogs.

until I came over his blog yesterday. I was totally blur what happened. I asked myself, whether to concern about his situation or not. If I don't concern him, wait people will take me as a 'useless' friend. If I concern about him, wait he will say I keh-poh. So, I decided to ask a simply question, simply snough for him to answer, "Are you still okay?" And he replied me, "Pls lah, dun be so keh-poh, okay? Many poeple hate you because of this." I keh-poh?!?!?!?!?! Good people were striked by lightning.

Note, I concerned about his situation, and he replied this to me. I didn't ask him, 'What happen actually?" "Flied by your gf ah?" " Your gf's mother doesn't like the relationship between you and her ah?". I just asked him, "Are you okay?". Can't he just reply, "Yes" or "No" that easy? Why must flame people who concern about him?

I wonder why people only dare to share their happy moments, and when they come to a sad moment, they think that they are very great in solving those problems and don't wish their friends to comfort them. I learned, people will share their happy moments, and won't listen to your sad problems.

Thursday, July 14, 2005

101% Ah-SAHM

I wonder SOME of those 101% Ah-SAHMs encoutered 'chromosome-mutation'. I will blog about her one more time as I am quite mad. I met the same Ah-SAHM in my school again. I wonder is she got some psycho problem or what. The Ah-SAHM is like this: She picks her children (1 Form 3 and 1 Form 4) everday after school. And then wears 'sexily' and waits under the school 'pondok'. Come on lah, her son how old already? 15 years old, 16 years old, still want their mother to wait and pick them home meh? Tak tau malu kah?

So the story started a week ago...

Me : *going back home*

Ah-SAHM : *rushed towards me* "Ah boy ah, ah boy ah."

Me : "mut chad?!Yes? Anything?"

Ah-SAHM : "Ah Boy ah, I want to ask you hor, can you help me to find your those mid term exam papers or not?"

Me : "Huh?! Exam papers?"

Ah-SAHM : "Yes, exam papers. Because my son's tuition teacher wants it."

P/S#1 : My exam papers flew everywhere. I don't really rearrange them. You can see my exam paper 1 set on my study table, 3 sets in my room, 2 sets at the kitchen, 6 sets in my bag, but mostly inside the dustbin.

P/S#2 : WTF HIS TUITION TEACHER? Got anything to do with her? Can't she just call her son to find his Form 5 friends to get for him?

Me : "Aiyoh... I don't know where I put also lah." *finding reasons*

Ah-SAHM : "Nevermind, you go back and check lah. The tuition teacher just wants the QUESTONS only. Answer, no need."

Me : "Ah.."

Just when I want to decline, she put out another sentence...

Ah-SAHM : "You are taking 10 subjects for your SPM izzit?"

Me : "Yes! But..."

Ah-SAHM : "Ah, and then you find all the 10 papers and photostate, and pass it to me lah. I'll pay for your photostating fees."

Me : "BUT..."

Ah-SAHM : "No money izzit? Never mind. Nah!" *passed me an envelope* "Inside hor, got ten linggit lah. Is for the photostating fees wan. If got balance, just keep it as your KFC lah."

ME : "BUT..."

Ah-SAHM : "Aiyah, don't but but lah. Nah, my daughter arrived already."

Girl : *came towards me*

Ah-SAHM : "Nah, this is my daughter." *look at her daughter* "Ah girl ah, this korkor very good wan. Got time hor, go and make friend with him more often lah."

Girl : *smiling*

Me : *WTF!!!!!!*

Ah-SAHM and Girl : *went off*

* RM10 for 10 subjects? Mana oo kau (where got enough)? OK lah, lets say 15 papers per subject (some paper consists of more than one paper), 10 subjects already RM15. She really thinks students very free hor? Go back house nothing to do except blogging, and then call me to help her to find back my old papers and do rugi business. Summore 'Got balance, I belanja you KFC' wor. Demn ler WTH!!!

At night...

Me : *SMSing* "Can help to bring all your exam papers to school next week? I need it"

Friend : "OK."

This Monday...

Friend : "Nah! This is what you want." *passed exam papers*

Me : "OK, thanks." *took exam papers* *went to the bookshop*

At bookshop...

Me : "Kak, boleh kasi photostate bagi saya tak?"

Kakak : "OK, mana you mau?"

Me : "Ini, ini. Itu tak mau. Ini ini..." *explained* *explained* *explained*

Kakak : *blur*

Me : "OK. I tunggu you sampai lu photostate habis."

Kakak : "OK." *phtostate*

One hour later...

Kakak : "Ok. Sudah habis. Semuanya RM15.80."

Me : *paid Rm15.80* *returned the exam papers back to friend*

Yesterday...

Me : *saw Ah-SAHM* "Ah-SAHMAuntie! Nah, this is what your son wants. No answer." *passed photostated copies*

Ah-SAHM : "Wah... thank you oo boy boy." *check photostated copies* "Eh, you got the March exam anot?"

Me : "Huh?"

Ah-SAHM : "You go back and find for me. And then find get already. Photostate for me also. Nah!" *tucked a RM10 note inside my pocket* "Belanja you KFC wan."

* WTH! She thinks this is corrupt ah? belanja KFC again.

Today afternoon...

Me : *Ah-SAHM detected* *run fast fast*

Ah-SAHM : "Ah boy, come here come here."

Me : *alamak, kena traced liao*

Ah-SAHM : "Ah boy ah, that day you passed me the exam papers hor, my son's tuition teacher said he neede the answer wor. So very sorry ah."

Me : "What for tell me???"

Ah-SAHM : "You can write the answer for my son anot?"

*I really want to crushed her into pieces liao. She thinks I very free ah? Call my friend again to ask for the answer. Go dream lah! 2 more weeks exam liao, I where got so free, huh?

*Some Ah-SAHMs are really dangerous.

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Clever Child

While at Mentakab at night...

* My cousin is only 3 years old.

Cousin : "Gu gu (Auntie), want to eat durian or not?"

Mommy : "You want to eat ah?"

Cousin : "Want~~~"

Mommy : "You can eat meh? You sick wor."

Cousin : "Can~~~"

Mommy : "Really can meh? You go and ask your mommy first."

Cousin : *ran into the kitchen*

At kitchen...

Cousin : "Ma~~~ Can eat durian or not?"

Auntie : "CANNOT!!! You got cough. Cannot eat."

Cousin : *ran to my mommy*

At the living hall...

Mommy : "So how? Mommy say can eat or not?"

Cousin : "Can~~~"

We : *LOL*

See? Children can lie also.

But later on, we let him to have some...

Uncle : *open durian*

Cousin : *picked the biggest and the yellowish one* (see? Know how to choose durian also)

Daddy : "Boyboy, you small boy take small one. Nah, take this one." *passed cousin a small durian*

Cousin : "Dowan!"

Me : "Want to change with mine?" *passed him a milk colour durian*

Cousin : "Dowan!"

We * LOL*

See? Small kids are so clever.

After finishing durians...

*As we know, durians can be seperated into 5 parts only. Not more or less than that.

Uncle : *packing durain skins* *prepared to throw away*

Cousin : "I want durian. I want durian!"

Uncle : "No more already."

Mommy : "No more already. Next time, papa buy for you again lah."

Cousin : *took a durian skin* *trying to seperate the durian skin*

We : *LOL*

See? Durians make kids become clever.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Gallery

I'll usually take out my last year school magazines to have a view throught. I like to see what is the content inside. But one thing I will go after it, the gallery. And I'll only hunt for the last year's school gallery. For those who don't know what is school gallery, it is a special column for every class to do their graphic and designing and paste their class members' pictures on that page.

I like the gallery part. This is a special column where this is the only column with colour pages among the whole magazine. I can see people with their true colours, can see their faces clearly...... Especially when I see my DG (Dream Girl). Her smile on her face, really chun lah...

But now, with the high technology, I don't know wh ythey still want to make that stupid gallery.
Each page RM150 (colourful wan lah). And then this year, our class is ordering 2 pages. 2*RM150 = RM300. RM300/26 students = RM11.54. One student has to pay RM11.54, and there are just only a few pictures and heads inside the 2 pages. What do I get actually? Further more, I leave a bad impression among my classmates; and this school also left a bad impression to me. So, what for pay for the gallery page?

I told my class monitor. So easy. Just get a website, or a domain, pay RM35 per year, and then you can decorate what you like. Don't need to worry about the storage system. 1 GB is more than enough. WTH want to pay so expensive for that 2 pages of gallery? Or if can't afford, just get a free webhosting loh, like typepad or blgspot lah. The most we just leave our URL in a small column at another page of the school magazine. So easy.

And one thing I don't really like about the gallery is, those designers think that they are demn good lidat. They go and cut those people faces and do some photoshopping and editting and then fooling their looks. Attached beards lah, moustached lah. And then the boys will be posing the same old post while taking the camera shots. They'll poss their James Bond pose. Every year also James Bond pose, every class also James bind pose. Every boys also James Bond pose. Not sien wan meh? Whereas the girls pulak, will pose their 'V' shape post, with the index finger points at their chin, and the n one leg skipped up. Those posing hor, I tell you, all almost the same also. And then seems not natural summore. Why all studenst lidat wan. that's why I hate phtographing.

Until now I still don't understand the meaning of the gallery. Some people say is for the 'last year' memory. But for me, I don't have any good memory in this year. I won't want to show my kiasi's face on the school magazine. I want my money back!!!

Monday, July 11, 2005

Teenagers! Oh Teenagers!!!

Four years ago, during September, there was school holidays for one whole week. The SEA games were held at Kuala Lumpur at that moment. Malaysians were hoo-haa-ing around. They were proud the be the host. Certainly this event won't affect and attract me much.

On a sudden day, I think it is a Tuesday, the 11th of September 2001, terrorists striked America. Thousands were killed in the tragedy. WTC collapsed. Pentagon was stiked at one of its side. The whole world was stunned. Not many (besides the terrorists) expected that. Moments after the disaster, news were spreaded to the whole world within minutes. The tragedy marked a milestone in the history path.

After the one-week school holiday, students were back to school. Nothing happened. they were cheering around. Neither Chinese, nor Malay, neither boys, nor girls showed their sympathy towards the 911 victim. they were cheering around not because of the 911, but the victory of the Malaysia in the SEA Games. Shite!!!

I wonder why teenagers are not sensitive towards the international news? I think not only International news lah, even they also don't know about news that happen in Malaysia. They don't know who is Osama bin Laden, they don't know who is Yassir Arafat, they don't know who is Mohammad Atta also (I bet most of you don't know this guy, right?). It is a pathetic case.

Maybe we were too young to expose to such news, because we are only 13 (Form 1) at that moment. An I'm the only one who understand thosenews, acting like Jeff Ooi. But now, we are in Form 5, and yet, stil no improvement for this. I wonder why?

Students nowadays don't talk about news. they don't even bother about news around us. They only know what is McGregor, Jay Chou, Stephanie Sun...... Just a week ago, the London blast occured, killing 50 over, and yet, until today, no one mentions about a single London in our school. When we talk about that, no one knows it, nor they don't wish to know. Don't say so far lah, even the NKVE bridge also don't be bothered by them. They can still asked me somemroe, "What is NKVE ah? A new artist?" Shite!!! Artist? Artist's feet lah.

I was fully doubt with them. I wonder when can the teenagers grow up. I wonder when can they be merchuat. I wonder what are these leaders-to-be will lead. I was saddened by such scene. Anyone can tell me teenagers aren't like that?

Sunday, July 10, 2005

Durians in Karak

This post was typed with my original blogging style.

Coming back from Mentakab, passed by Karak…

Mom : “Fuyohh!!! Durians berlambak-lambak gile (So many crazy durians)!”

Dad : “OK, stop by here and get some.” *parked car next of the road* *came down from car*

Whole family : *came down from car*

Durian Seller #1 : “D24, D26. Sedap. Manis. Satu longgok sepuluh ringgit. Bagus mya. Gred A.”

Dad : “Betulkah ni? Sepuluh ringgit?”

Durian Seller #1 : “Ya, betul mya. Sepuluh ringgit satu longgok. (his satu longgok means 4 biji)”

Mom : “Hmm… Boh-sui lah. See here? *pointed at certain part* Got oh-oh (black black).”

Dad : “Hmm… nevermind. Got to the next stall.”

Mom : “OK.”

Whole family : *walked away*

Durian Seller #1 : “Boss! Boss! Ini bagus mya…”

His voice faded as we walked on to the durian stall which is next to his, about 5 metres away…

Durian Seller #2 : “Ya, boss. D Yasei (in canto = D 24).”

Dad : “D Yassir? Yassir Arafat?”

Durian Seller #2 : “Bukan Yassir Arafat. Ini D 24. Satu longgok sepuluh ringgit (his satu longgok is also 4 biji). Mau?”

Dad : “Sepuluh ringgit jugak?”

Durian Seller #2 : “Ya boss. Tapi saya boleh kasi 3 longgok dua puluh ringgit.”

Dad : “Oh…”

Mom : “Haiyoh… You see these durians, small until cannot see also. Dowan lah. Go to another stall.”

Dad : “Ok.”

Whole family : *walked away from that stall*

Durian Seller #2 : Boss boss…”

Thrid stall is located 20 metres away. As we walked towards the stall…

Durian Seller #3 : *waved hand, signifying us to come towards him* *pointing at his durians*

Whole family : *walked to his stall*

Durian Seller #3 : “Erk… erk... erk...” *thumbs up* *pointed at his durians, signifying his durians are good*

Dad : “How much?”

Durian Seller #3 : “Erk... erk... erk...” *pointed at his longgok of durians (his satu longgok durian is 4 biji)* *showed 10 fingers, signifying RM10*

Dad : “Oh…10 Ringgit lah.”

Durian Seller #3 : “Erk…erk… erk..” *thumbs up* *add one more durian at the longgok* 8thumbs up* “Erk… erk… erk..”

Dad : “Oh…OK. Nice?”

Durian Seller #3 : “Erk… erk.. erk..” *pointed at his durians* *thumbs up* *changed the lousy and small durian with the nice durian*

Mom : “Ah… this one not bad. Very big summore. What durians are there?”

Durian Seller #3 : “Erk… erk… erk…” *left hand showed 2 fingers* *right hand showed 4 fingers*

Dad : “Oh… D24 also.”

Durian Seller : “Erk… erk… erk…” *thumbs up again*

A lady mangosteen seller passed by us…

Mangosteen Seller : “Want mangosteen anot?”

Mom : “No thanks.”

Mangosteen Seller : *stood at there*

Durian Seller #3 : *took a durian up* *pretended to smell* *gave to dad* *thumbs up*

Dad : *smell* “Nice. This is good!”

Durian Seller #3 : “Erk… erk… erk…” *took knife* *chopped durian* *gave us to touch*

Mom : *touch touch* “Good! Everything was fine.”

Mangosteen Seller : “Want to buy mangosteen anot?”

Mom : “Dowan. Thanks.”

Durian Seller #3 : “Erk… erk... erk…” *flipped his hand, signifying shooing the mangosteen seller away*

Magnosteen Seller : *still stood at there*

Dad : “Ok lah. Buy from this man lah.” *took out RM10*

Durian Seller #3 : *took a plastic bag* *put 5 durians inside the plastic bag* *passed durians to dad* “Erk… erk… erk…” *thumbs up again*

Dad : *paid money* *took durians* “Thanks.”

Durian Seller #3 : *took money* *happy* “Erk… erk… erk…” *waved hand*

Whole family : *entered car* drove back to KL*

* Those durians were really nice. Don’t call me to give you any. I won’t give wan. H’ng!!! We bought from him because we really kesian him lah. Handicapped summore. And then very good summore...

At Mentakab

Sorry for not update a long post on my blog yesterday. I was out to Mentakab yesterday in a rush. I had to delay my school-painting for the 3K (sh*t things lah), I had to delay my piano class, I had to cancel my gathering……

On theway back home, we stopped by at Karak to hunt for the Y*k Kee Restaurant, which is famous for his ‘durian bombs’ and ‘durian tarts’. They food s*ucks and the prize is expensive. A 2-person noodle costs RM12.

As I mentioned in my previous post before, Mentakab is quite a nice place, as she was a half-countryside-half-city look. The people at there are also very friendly, unlike the city people. I was sick with the city-living, whereby people looking down at each other, only emphasize on lengzhais and lengluis…… They don’t even have a look or give a smile at those people. Unlike the ‘kampung’ life, people there are friendly, will give a smile to everyone they meet…… Even in a restaurant, they seem like get to know each other, cheersing around. The feeling is very friendly. I don’t know why. But even my mother, who migrated to KL 20 years ago, yet the whole restaurant mostly still recognize her. Who knows my mother knows Kimberly mother’s too. OK, I’m joking. I don’t think so although they live in the same ‘kampung’.

On the way back from Mentakab, we stopped by Karak for liuliandurians. Will blog about it later.

Hmm… Mentakab, a good place indeed. Jacky Chan acted his film, ‘Who Am I?’ at there before. I saw him act by my own eyes.

Saturday, July 09, 2005

In Mentakab

I'm currently blogging from mentakab. I just came here as here is my mom's hometown. Here is also our Kimberly Low's mother's hometown too.

Mentakab is SLIGHTLY better than KL. Air is SLIGHTLY better than KL. People are SLIGHTLY kinder than in KL. Traffic is SLIGHTLY better than KL. GirlsThings are SLIGHLY cheaper than in KL.....

I will tell more about life in Mentakab, as the keyboard as I'm using now in Mentakab is chapalang 'more' than I expected. So, will tell you more when I reach at KL. Have a nice day. Bye bye.

Friday, July 08, 2005

I did it! Am I?

As the line was down, I am having the problem to read many nice blogs out there. I am also sure that many bloggers have the problem to blog. But see??? I can still blog!!! I can still publish this post!!! I did it! Am I successfully publish this post on 10.20 p.m. Malaysia time? Let me know please.

What do teenagers know?

Can I ask what do teenagers nowadays know ah? Got any difference compare with last time teenagers?

Will blog for tomorrow.

Researchers explore whether parrot has concept of zero

Researchers are exploring whether a parrot has developed a numerical concept that mathematicians failed to grasp for centuries: zero.

Oddly, it seems he may have achieved the feat during a temper tantrum, the scientists say.

Although zero is an obvious notion to most of us, it wasn’t to people long ago. Scholars say it came into widespread use in the West only in the 1600s; India had it about a millennium earlier.

Yet Alex, a 28-year-old Grey parrot, recently began—unprompted—using the word “none” to describe an absence of quantity, according to researchers at Brandeis University in Waltham, Mass.

Alex thus possesses a “zero-like concept,” wrote the scientists.

Years earlier, Alex had been taught another meaning of “none,” as a lack of information, they added. But his feat was to extend the concept to a context involving numbers, during a test of his counting skills.

The researchers, Irene Pepperberg and Jesse Gordon, described the findings in the May issue of The Journal of Comparative Psychology, a research journal.

Alex’s apparent insight into nothingness doesn’t necessarily extend to other arithmetical talents, the researchers noted: the researchers found these to lag in some respects behind those of young human children.

The scientists also said it will take further study to determine whether Alex—who has been the subject of intelligence and communication tests throughout his life—really understands zero.

Zero and none “are not identical,” Pepperberg wrote in a recent email. But since Alex never learned “zero,” the researchers said, it’s impressive that he started using a word he knew to denote something like it: an absence of a quantity.


Also unclear, though, was whether by “none” he meant no colors, no objects or something else.


“We just started yet another series of experiments to see if he can easily be trained to understand that ‘none’ can be used for true zero,” Pepperberg said via email. It looks like he can, she added, but it’s “far too early to make serious claims.”

Chimps and possibly squirrel monkeys show some understanding of zero, but only after training, the researchers said. So Alex’s feat is the first time this has been documented in a bird, “and the first time it occurred spontaneously,” Pepperberg said via email.

But the achievement didn’t come without a few bumps.

The story began when researchers started testing Alex to see whether he understood small numbers, between one and six. Zero wasn’t expected of him. The researchers would lay out an array of objects of different colors and sizes, and asked questions such as “what color four?”— meaning which color are the objects of which there are four.

Alex performed well on this, with no training, for dozens of trials, the researchers recounted. But then he balked. Alex started ignoring questions, or giving wrong answers, seemingly deliberately. He seemed to enjoy the experimenters’ frustrated reactions, they said.

There was evidence, they added, that his stubbornness stemmed from boredom with the rewards he had been getting for right answers. The researchers found some more interesting toys to give as rewards. After two weeks of obstructionism, Alex grudgingly returned to the game, though he occasionally seemed to lapse back.

One of these apparent lapses occurred one day when an experimenter asked Alex “what color three?” Laid out before Alex were sets of two, three and six objects, each set differently colored.

Alex insisted on responding: “five.” This made no sense given that the answer was supposed to be a color.

After several tries the experimenter gave up and said: “OK, Alex, tell me: what color five?”“None,” the bird replied. This was correct, in that there was no color that graced exactly five of the objects. The researchers went on to incorporate “none” into future trials, and Alex consistently used the word correctly, they said.

“We cannot determine what cognitive process led to this behavior,” the researchers wrote. “We suggest only that his action, occurring soon after a period of noncompliance, resulted from a lack of interest in the given task and was a possible attempt to make the procedure more challenging.”

In the future, the researchers said they want to test Alex for his ability to add and subtract small quantities, including possibly zero.

As they investigate whether Alex really understands zero, they will also have to untangle the meanings of “none” and “zero.”

Merriam-Webster’s online dictionary defines zero as follows: “the arithmetical symbol… denoting the absence of all magnitude or quantity,” or “the number between the set of all negative numbers and the set of all positive numbers.” The entry continues with several more definitions.

By contrast, the dictionary defines “none” as not any, not one, nobody, not any such thing or person, no part, or nothing.

Of course, these words may well mean different things to the authors of a dictionary, and to a parrot.

A related question is the history of both words. “None” seems to be older than “zero.”

Zero was common in the West only from the 1600s on, though similar concepts appeared earlier in fits and starts, according to J.J. O’Connor of the University of St. Andrews in St. Andrews, Scotland.

In pre-zero times, O’Connor wrote in an online essay, some mathematicians tied themselves in knots to solve problems that would have been much easier with a zero. But ancient peoples as a whole probably didn’t think of it because they didn’t need it: “If ancient peoples solved a problem about how many horses a farmer needed,” he wrote, “then the problem was not going to have 0 or –23 as an answer.”
“None” is considerably older than “zero” in Western cultures. It’s related to a neinn—an early medieval Viking word—and is similar to the still older Latin word noenum, meaning “not one,” according to the Online Etymology Dictionary.

Whatever the etymological roots of Alex’s utterances, his performance has its limitations, the researchers said. Several years ago, they tried to teach him to recite a number line by presenting written numerals on their own, without reference to groups of items. Alex performed rather poorly. Schoolchildren, by contrast, can usually learn this fairly easily.

Thus Alex’s apparent insight into zero doesn’t necessarily reflect across-the-board mathematical brilliance. Alex’s abilities might parallel those of children “who have trouble learning language and counting skills,” the researchers wrote.

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I'll Add New

I wonder why my blog type of readers are imbalance. I can't attract many young bloggers. Why ah? I also don't know. Maybe my finger can't control and always go to Ah-SAHMs' blogs gua.

I will add in something new about my life and also some sesame knowledges that I know a little bit about. Stay tune.

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

See you in London!!

London was awarded the 2012 Olympics on Wednesday, defeating European rival Paris in the final round of voting to take the games back to the British capital for the first time since 1948.
 

"You should change youself" "Just be yourself"

I published the post in my previous blog, telling some schoolmates about how I suffered in this school, and a girl just replied me, "I think you schould change yourself." and also "Don't worry, just be yourself."

I think, and think and think. What should I do? Change myself? Just be myself? I'm totally confused.

Just today, 2 classmates asked me, "I want to ask you one thing ah? Why do you think you are so lonely wan?" I answered them, "I'm always like that." And they quickly told me, "I think you should change yourself."

I find a sudden change in me. From a quiet student, I become an even quieter students. Trying not to mix with them. Maybe because they don't even want to mix with me gua. I can just only sit on my chair, sleeping behind the class. I'm thinking whether I should change myself or not. Or just being the true personality?

They (my 2 classmates) told me, "Do you know we find that you are the most serious person in the class? Do everything cautiously. Unlike the others, playing around. We know you are very special..." I was kembang-ed. They continue, "...their thinking is just 'leaving this school, that's all!', but you really want to be a successful guy." And maybe this makes me the difference between me and my others classmates.

I wonder the 2 kissing-cousins in my class, fooling girls, pulling their hairs, steal their stationaries and let the girls chased after then everyday. Fooling-girls is their daily routine. I don't understand why they do that. But I really don't understand why are they still so welcoming. Being treated like princes, like guests. In every function or party, they will definitely being invited. What about me? Better don't mention.

I am planning now, whether I should start to fool girls around, and get attentions from my classmates. If not, why not? If yes, why yes? For all, those girls don't seem like hating boys who fool them. And who knows, I'll be as highly looked upon by the kissing cousins?

But if I really do so, I will feel sorry to them, and I'll also find myself having a sudden change in my life again. Besides that, I will not be myself anymore at that time, and my priority will just faded later on. What should I do? To change or not to change, that's the question?

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Why Study?

The more you study, the more you know;
The more you know, the more you remember;
The more you remember, the more you forget;
The more you forget, the less you know.
So why study?
I realize many university graduates are searching jobs everywhere. From Jalan Riong to Lorong Haji Taib Jalan Kuching, ups and downs, just for interviews. Thinking the world is so difficult, I can just ask myself, "Even graduates can't get a job, what will happen to me in the future?".
I walked along pasar malam. Graduates can be found everywhere. Selling jagung (maize), selling sushi, selling tau-huey... Those situations, until I saw by my own eyes, an SYT was reading her college (I think so) text book while selling ear-rings. Is the world so competitive? Obviously, I don't encourage this SYT to jual badan lah. But I wonder why they can't get a good job.
I start to understand? Study doesn't really help us? My cousin (1 year elder than me) who was lefted out from a school, followed his friends to work at Mentakab. Not to say I underestimate him, but I was his tutor once before. I taught him English a few years ago during the 2-months school holiday. I can see he is stupid can't cope quite well. Until now, he can't even speak a proper English sentence. And now, he works in a workshop at somewhere, earns a living by himself. His monthly paid was almost RM1k. I mean, RM1k is still good as in a countryside area. His boss praised his hardwork and intelligence, saying that he learns and does things fast.
Another few examples, Bill Gates is a university dropout too. Uncle Lim is a dropout too. Warren Buffet plays shares where he uses his own ways. He don't even need to know what is amplitudes or resonance. Those richmen, usually businessmen, they dare to take the risk and being one of the successful leaders and people in the world. Once again, I wonder why am I study so hard?
Another question, do we really apply the things we study in our life? Do we measure and calculate the velocity of a car on a road? Do we use a thermometer to measure the temperature of a liquid?
My daily routine starts. Wake up, brush teeth, bathe, go to school, penaltilized, caned by discipline teachers, sleep in the class, procrastinating, come back from school. I don't even bother to what teachers are talking, because they are repeating the whole text in the text book. I also can read at home mah. What for so susah susah, go to school and get myself into troubles? I start to dream. but now, I know I have to wake up. I have to study for my SPM.

Monday, July 04, 2005

Tags

This is not a tag post, so don’t worry.

I still F5 when I was in my primary school for the first day, I have to wear a tag on my shirt with my jail student number. The what what what (name) with ***** (the number) in order for teacher to recognize their name, since some of the students don’t know or feel shy to talk. I was always the one being teased by the teacher due to my sissy name.

Last year, I was the only one who enrolled into the editorial board. I was being proud at that particular moment. Every member of the editorial board member was forced to buy a tag by paying RM4. I owned this tag. Everytime when there wass a boring lesson, I’ll flashed this card as an excuse for me to do some editing at the publishing room. The tag really showed the power. I wore it around my neck and people saluted me, shoutng here and there ordering people to do things…… There wasn’t many society had those type of tag at that time. As I can recall, only Editorial Board, Counselor and the Bulettin Board. So, the one who holds the tag really has the pride, and also the freedom.

This year, I don’t know what happened to my school. Seems like every society also want to ‘action’, promoted and forced every member to get a tag for themselves. The reason they gave is: to show off their status. How stupid the reason is? Prefects wear blue uniform already mah, what for still want the tags? Librabians wear yellow uniform already mah, what for want the tag? Moron!!! At last, I ended up, having the most tags in my school. No one can beat my 3-tags (Librarians, Editorial Board, Bulletin Board) record. But this time is different as last year, I don’t show off already. I prefer to stay at the corner, keep my low profile.

Now, here is the problem. The prefects were envying us owning a tag. So, the AJK (Exco Members) forced the whole prefects to get their own tag. This is not enough for them. They want something more and hot. So, they forced every prefect to buy a prefect T-shirt which was designed by them. Paying RM30 for the stupiak, lousy T-Shirt. Wasting country’s resources only. And then still not enough. The discipline teachers were also jealous of us, and they banned every tag in the school, except the prefects tag. Reason the gave: Tak Adak Chop (No chop from the Principle). WTF!!! Which means, this year only 1 society can wear the ‘chopped’ tags and going round the school lah? The other 4 Societies (Editorial Board, Bulletin Board, Librarians and Counselors) cannot wear the ‘non-halal’ tags lah? With the students buta-buta paying money to their society and get a ‘non-halal’ tag, and now the discipline teachers say cannot wear it. Are they just being jealous? My RM12 all gone?

Today those prefects just got their tags. I saw them wearing those tags, like ada gaya like that. I took a closer look at one of the prefects tag, the tag was indeed ‘very official’. With our school badge’s chop, his photo (like obituary only), signatures from our Principle and also the discipline teacher. They wore and stood proudly, catching those smokers and haters around. I start to wonder, is the world was fully controlled by the person who owns power? I think so. You got the power, you can do anything you want. I wonder again, what my school will be?

Sunday, July 03, 2005

Sagging Rafters

"If a man is lazy, the rafters sag; if his hands are idle, the house leaks"Ecclesiastes 10:8 (NIV)

There are some biblical principles, which warn us about laziness and idleness. In many places today we see the opposite with rush, rush, rush in the lives around us and even spreading often into our own lives. No matter what you are doing today one simple rule stands: The way you think today is going to determine who you are tomorrow, and the same applies to our time:

"What we do with your time today will determine where we are tomorrow."

The writer to the Hebrews exhorts us to be diligent with all we are given.

"We want each of you to show this same diligence to the very end, in order to make your hope sure. We do not want you to become lazy, but to imitate those who through faith and patience inherit what has been promised" Heb 6:11-12 (NIV)

A lot of what we receive today can be broken down into chunks of time - in between the beginning and end of each day.

More than ever before with respect to the use of our time in ministry, whether full time ministry or with the more time constrained lay ministries, we absolutely must focus some more of our energy not simply on how to fulfil God’s call on our lives but to ask ourselves what is the best use of my time in God’s eyes.

Reminding yourself daily "How can I respect and honour your gift of time Lord?"

God has a plan and purpose for our lives. We have been amply enlightened in recent years with authors and eminent leaders of our generation reminding us of the call to having "purpose" in our lives. In order to reach these God appointed purposes on our lives we need to breakdown our Goals, into steps we can put our hands around.


*** Whoa.... when I learn how to talk Jesus ah?

Mice Love Rice

I was in a ‘t’ng lang (Chinese)’ coffee shop reading newspaper while having my lunch. From one of the news, it says that Siti Nurhaliza is going to sing the Malay Version of ‘Mice Love Rice (老鼠爱大米)’. There are really several versions of this song already. The moment I go pasar malam, from the head to the tail, I’ll be listening this song from every Jason’s stall.

One day, I poped a pirated-CD stall and have a look on that song. What that stunned me was, I saw a song album which contains (nearly) all the version of the ‘Mice Love Rice’. There are totally 16 versions. From the original, to the techno version; from the original version, to Andy Lau version, from Mandarin version, to the English version…… I suspect there are many versions from various of language. And now, Siti said want to sing another version of ‘Mice Love Rice’. WTF!

I wonder how a song can break through the whole market. From an anonymous song to the world-recognized song. I know this song is nice, but I do suppose that there are many nice songs outside there. Why those songs can’t beat through the market? I wonder.

As the fame goes on, there are also many sabotages. I read an article from a forum, saying that there is a pathetic story behind it:
A couple lived happily last time, and the lyric was composed by the girl. One day, they argued about a small matter, which lead the girl to commit suicide. The boy was so sad.
2 months later, the boy involved in an accident, supposed to be banged by a car. He was admitted to the hospital. The doctor said, “No cure.” Not yet die lah of course. Only become psycho people. So, he was transferred to the Tanjung Rambutan of Taiwan.
One day, the composer went to the Tanjung Rambutan of Taiwan. He saw the psycho boy. He took the lyric and added in some music, and become famous now.

So, when there is a fame, followers should be expected at there. And also prepare for the criticizings and sabotagings. *frankly speaking, I don’t know how to end this post*

Saturday, July 02, 2005

A Narrow Escape

I was walking alone at Endah Parade just now, seing the Proton Sawi at the ground floor. I'm not interested in Carrefour either.

While walking, I felt my colon wasn't comfortable. I felt a sudden pain in it. I wanted to go 'pangsai'. Thus, without hesitating, I rushed to the washroom. Leaving a ringgit note, took a pack of tissue paper, took back my 50 sen change, and rushed inside the toilet.

The toilet looks clean enough, but gloomy and dark. Only one bright light was function, and it was located in the middle of the toilet ceiling. No one was inside there. It was deserted. I entered the middle cubicle (as it was the brightest), close the door, stripping of my pants (together with my underwear), and start to release.

Suddenly, 3 Ah-Piah entered the washroom. They talked and boosted about each others, and also cursing at don't-know-who. You know, the 5 characters in Cantonese? One of them entered the cublicle on my left hand side, and another Ah-Piah entered the cublicle on my right hand side. I was like being sandwiched by gangsters. They were still cursing and cussing and also t**ing don't-know-who without no other business. Without letting them realize my appearance in the toilet, I swictched my handphone into silent mode.

I've waited and waited and waited. Probably they also like me, 'pangsai-ing'. So, after cleaning my backside, I flushed the toilet bowl, wore my pants (and also underwear lah), and open the door. I felt unlucky. They (the 2 Ah-Piahs) were doing the same thing with me, at the same time. We came out together. All of us were shocked. I pretended to be cool. Walking to the basin, washing my hands. They walked towards me, like gangsters. One of them scolded me, "Lengzhai (Not handsome guy, but meaning small guy)! What do you listen just now?" I didn't bother to reply them. I pretended not to listen to anyone and continue washing my hands. They pulled me, questioned me again, "I'M ASKING YOU WHAT DO YOU LISTEN JUST NOW!!! ANSWER US! ARE YOU DUMB?!?!"

I was worrying, damn worried. I opened my mouth, but didn't sound any voice. I used my finger to draw a '?' sign in the air, signifying "Yes? Anything?" They questioned me again in a fierce voice, "Lengzhai! What is your name?!?!" I did the same thing again, using my finger. they questioned me several different questions, which I also replied the same thing to them.

At last, they were laughing themselves, saying that I'm really dumb and deaf. After that, they pushed me aside and lefted the toilet. I was lucky to think about pretending a dumb and deaf guy. I still remember the commandment, "Thou shalt not lie". I know I lied, but I know I have to, have to avoid myself from trouble. I'm not big enough to fight with them, nor I want to fight with them. As a result, is this called "facing a problem" or "running away from problem"?

Answer For IQ Question

Here's the question.


And the correct answer should be Sunday.

Cangrates to Samson Yeap and Msau. Loc Kee cannot get it correctly.

Why?

Because Buaya said "I lied yesterday, and I will be telling lies 2 days later." on Sunday, which means Buaya will tell the truth on Saturday (Sunday - 1 = Saturday) and also Tuesday (Sunday + 2 = Tuesday). Get it?

Friday, July 01, 2005

Presents

Suppose that if you recieve a present, which is cheapskate, from your friend, will you tell him/her that the present is ciplak? Won't, isn't it? I bet most of you do lah.

2 years ago, I won a computer (a Scientific Casio Calculator fx-350 MS. My physic teacher said that calculator is also under computer mah). This year, they gave me the same present (can also say prize also lah). I don't know whether I should be happy or sad. The only difference is, the present was wrapped with a different pattern.

I was remaining anonymous before this. It is not my wish. But no one was willing to celebrate my birthday with me before this. Neither any of my classmate. I am the only one who master in memorizing all their birthdate, but no one is realizing my birthday. I always wished them, spending my mother's money and buying presents for them. In fact, I was quite sincere. I just wished someone who is willing to celebrate my birthday with me. but no one.

Until last year, don't know from where they korek-ed my IC number out, and then only realizing that my birthday was around at that corner. They faster faster threat me so good. I don't know what is their purpose. Yet, I agreed stupidly. They brought me to genting highland to celebrating my birthday We went genting Highland together. I was treatened slightly different by my friend, but at least not too bad. They didn't throw pie at me. We just order foods by ourselves. Bills are on our own. I started to wonder how come the just threat me that easy, not even a single present. I am jealous of my other classmates, recieveing tonnes of present everyyear, while me, I just ate my DuburBubur Ayam McD which I paid for myself.

I still remember how I gave a present to a girl. Buying present for girls is always a problem which is bothering me. As usual, my taste are quite bad actually. I did realize that, but I have to. I don't have the money to buy those luxury stuffs, I can't afford to spend my RM200 montly paid for McDonald's limited edition (I still remember Kiasu's 'Me and Mr McDonald's post) or get a ring for her. So what I gave her was just a medium-size money-box. The money-box is actually a statue of a naked small boy (of course lah, the cencored part can't be seen), lying down and reading books. Very cute wan.

I gave it to her. Nothing was happened. Until she showed it to her friends and say that the present was from me. Every friends was laughing out loud. I was depressed and being insulted, yet I know I can't do anything. The only thing I can do is, promising myself to earn a better living, and buying expensive presents for my future girl friend. I really admire people who buys teddy bears for their loves one, although the teddy bears are expensive. I asked myself when I can be like them.

Is a present so important for us? Do you judge a present by it's looking or the sender's heart?

ET ... (7)

During English lesson...

ET : "OK, copy the questions that I say."

We : "OK."

ET : "Form adjectives with the words given."

We : "Copied."

ET : "Number one, hide."

We : *blur*

Wayne : "How to spell ah?"

ET : "HIDE. Lidat also want me to teach you ah?"

Wayne : "Yalah, which hide? H-I-D-E?"

Mike : "Hike? H-I-K-E?"

Albert : "Height? H-E-I-G-H-T?"

Wayne, Mike & Albert : *came towards me* "What 'hide' is she mentioning?" *still blurred*

Me : "Haid lah. H-A-I-D."

Wayne, Mike & Albert : *pause for a moment*

Wayne : *tiu-ed* "Teacher, izzit the H-A-I-D, haid ah?"

Everyone : *ROTFLMAO*

ET : "Now is English lesson. Not BM. For all, you have said BM, so fined 50 sen. Plus, You touched an 'X-rated' word. So 50 plus 50. Totally one ringgit. Pay now."

Wayne : "Not me lah. Kiasi is the one who says that. Not me."

Me : *innocent looking*

ET : "Give now, faster!"

Wayne : *give money to ET*

* For those who dunno the meaning of 'Haid', 'Haid is actually a Malay word which means 'menses'.