Queen of The Nerds' Holiday Part 1: Pontianak

Some of you may have noticed my sudden absence from the 28th Nov - 2nd Dec, and some of you may be too busy killing virtual gunners and snipers on COD. The reason for this, if you care to know, is because I was back in Pontianak. But before we plunge into the excruciating details, let us recap what happened before I was whisked away from Kuching.

After what seemed like decades of paper after paper, Lodge School has graciously rewarded its hard-working A level Students - with more classes. For three days, some of us had to drag our beaten bodies out of bed and into the classroom to do this

Then one blind morning at 7 am, mummy dearest came into my room.
Mum: Sandra, I think I decided that we all should go to Ponti tomorrow. What you think lah?
Me: Zzz...what? when? why?
Mum: 'Cause you're doing nothing here, might as well follow us. We leave tomorrow morning, yah?
Me: Zzzzzzz.......................
Mum: I'll take that as a yes.

Other than the basic things I need to do to keep alive - eating and shopping - the most interesting thing I did worth mentioning here is shopping for air rifles - although most of them are more like machine guns - and testing them out on our homemade shooting ground above our flat. Fun.


























So far we've owned two rifles, one of them a sniper, and to handguns, one of which is semi-auto. Very cool.
The first thing they teach you about handling a gun is to never look down its barrel, something I have to put much effort into...

Tis the season to be slacky fa la la la la...

My official favorite holiday is coming.

Yes, Christmas is the queen's favorite because: it comes with the longest break period in the school year; and it is the time when I can shop with mega huge clearance/end-of-year sales and have an legitimate excuse for it namely because we children need new clothes for the fast-approaching Chinese New Year.

This holiday, my wanderlust is brimming at its fullest. This holiday will contain the most number of places I can visit in one single holiday season: Kuching-Pontianak-Singapore-Jakarta. The jetsetter lifestyle leftover from the Aussie trip lingers and is addictive.

So far, the first three of four places have been ticked and Jakarta is the last on my list. Yay Jakarta! A stagnant city of pollution, poverty and un-hygenic poultry. Ha.

Anyway, whenever I am not groaning and contemplating whether or not to do my bio projects and math homework, my time is efficiently wasted with my PS2 or my laptop (still with that Naruto fever).

*sigh*
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whyibotherpostingistillhavetowaitforpicturesofmysingaporetriptocome
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Did you know Julius Caesar was considered a genius because he was the only one during his time able to read a text in ancient Roman with no spacing in between the words just as if he was reading a normal text (with spacing)?!
That's another wildly random fact brought to you be Natasha Teo.

Oh! Oh! before I end this post. There is something REALLY REALLY important I must inform you all of. I watched twillight and I think that Rosalie looks like a MILF. Not at all like a figure from sports illustrated. End.

A moment of ominous vanity

What does it mean to be a straight A student?

The definition reveals itself to me just recently, and in what other perfect time it could have done so than during these final exams. This definition in nature may vary from one nerd to another, but as mine spells itself out to me I come to realise that mine is probably the most crooked of all.

To be a straight A student means realising that there is something sweeter than watching anime or manga, or being high with booze, or the glamour of popularity. It means choosing the satisfaction of a list of grades made up of only one letter of the alphabet, and knowing that you can go no higher than this. This is my drug. And I am dangerously addicted.

To be a straight A student means that you are forced into a seat where the blinding limelight shines all the time and it never ceases no matter how much your eyes are hurting or how uncomfortable your derriere gets because the penalty of jumping of that seat is a lifetime of "What happenned to you?" or "I guess I was wrong about you" and not in a good way.

To be a straight A student does not mean that you assume a position above others and declare yourself superior because if you ever decide to take the crown somebody will always turn around and ask "Who do you think you are?" and while you take a quick second to find a witty reply that might save your face, the ugly realisation that there really is no good answer to that comes tumbling down on you and your crown will turn to thorns.

To be a straight A student means being vulnerable and fragile to nervous breakdown and/or suicide. There are two kinds of straight A students. Those who get them with no effort at all and are true geniuses, and those who work their bones so that they can borrow the shoes of a true genius and try them on for a couple of days. Both are vulnerable, the latter more so than the former. Sooner or later, our grades will become more variable, then we pretenders must realise that all our work, all the hours of sleep we sacrificed and all the money we fed to tuition centers cannot give us the innate talents of a true genius. We are like chickens who try to match an eagle. We can try and try and fly to the roof, but we will never rule the sky. And when we realise this, we discover the kind of hopelessness a dedicated soldier experiences when he suddenly has nothing to fight for. All we can do is accept that there will always be someone smarter than you, and the most you can do to make yourself feel better is act how little you care about the fact or take a one way trip to the top floor of the tallest building.

Whats your definition of a straight-A student?

All Things Josh

Time: 2.30 AM
Background Music: Fall For You
Physical position: Lying on my stomach and elbows, typing
Location: On bed

I have got to stop surfing the net at AM hours, but maybe another day.

Although it is growing to be pretty routine for me to be awake when the rest of Malaysia is making Zs, what I'm doing tonight startles even me - more than it startles me that I just used the word "startles"
*shivers*

I went to Josh's blog like a good friend that I am because he told me too. What greets my eyes is this post about various exotic flora and fauna he finds at his grandma's house which caused me to shake my palm, fingers all meeting together at my computer screen. So after spending about 5 minutes learning about incest among rambutan trees I noticed the one box on the corner of my screen that says "Songs by Josh".

Unable to contain my curiosity, I searched for a few songs off the list and downloaded them, to find, to my surprise, that they are quite nice and not gay or pedophilic at all. And now, as I am typing out these words onto my computer, I realised that this may be an indication of some sort that I have been Joshified...and life will never be the same for me again.
Dun dun dun.........................................................

If I had three wishes, I'd wish for:

Height
I was overcome by a sudden realisation as I was walking beside my parents at Parkson, Spring this evening, just 10 minutes before they are closing, that I have reached the end of my growth spurt. According to memories of Biology lessons, the adolescent period during which a girl will grow to be as tall as she will ever be is 10-16. This means, inevitably, that I shall spend the remainder of my life at a mere 163 cm. This 5-minute epiphany can be summarised quite simply with two words : I'm short.

Innate Talent
Aside from staying up to inhuman hours to blog and/or take in as much information as posible from my textbooks, I realised I have no natural talent at all. Nonewhatsoever. Zip. Nada. I'm just saying, it'll be nice if I can do more than just.........what I can do now. I'm not even asking for anything like a ballerina's legs or Celine Dion's voice. No, I'd be content with simply the ability to read minds, or to fly! Yeah, I'd always hated stairs.

Cash
No surprises here.
If I had a million bucks...
I'd spend it all on accessories and clothes, so much of them that eventually I'd have to cough up more money to buy a new closet to keep them in, or a new house. Then I won't have to have my heart broken every time I walk into Charles and Keith or Esprit or Padini.

I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts...

Hello.
The clock in the bottom right corner of my screen is now showing 3:08 AM, a time where normal people would be busy snoring, getting lucky or trying to.
Obviously, that does not include me, since I do not fall into the category of "normal".

About an hour ago I was suddenly visited by the urge to wake from slumber. Then I find myself astonishingly unable to resume my previous state of action, which was at rest. Has my inertia finally got the better out of me?

Inertia: the tendency of an object to resist change in its state of motion or rest. It is also measured by the object's mass.

So what does one do when they're up at 3 AM? Here are a few things I could think of the top of my head:
# Go visit the houses of my closest acquaintances through their bedroom windows. Watch them sleep for about 10 minutes, and silently leave, while accidentally bringing their laptop, TV and handphone with me.
# Grab my cape and hunt for my next blood meal.
# Call up Ashweein for a chat
# Eat leftover pizza
# Pee

However, because I am neither a psycho or a blood-lusting undead, I did neither of those things (except pee). This is, in fact, a list of things I did or going to do:
# Brush my teeth
# Think of what to do next
# Fix my lollipop phone chain
# Blog
# Do math homework
# Mourn Josh's and Ha Young's leaving
# Think of how Josh was being such a gaytard in Kuching
# Think of Josh being a gaytard in KL
# Feel sympathy for attendants of Taylor's college, KL
# Go to school

Anyway, being awake at 3 has suddenly imbued me with psychic powers. For instance, I can tell what you are thinking in the back of you head. You're thinking " what's a purple toe doing on her blog?"

I have a purple toe because had a minor surgery on it yesterday. I had surgery because I have an ingrown toenail. It's called a surgery because it involves being jabbed with anesthetic needles four times. I need anesthetics because the procedure is going to hurt. The procedure is going to hurt because the doctor was going to cut off approximately a sixth of my toenail. When I say "cut off" I mean off from the base of my toenail to the sides. Capeesh?

FAQs
1. Does it hurt?
No. There's a reason why I'm given anesthetics.
2. Can you walk?
With a limp.
3. So, if I were to poke you and then run, you wouldn't be able to catch up right?
...Yeah...but I can still throw stuff at you.
4. But your aiming sucks...
I'll throw big things then.
5. Why is it purple?
Because they ran out of black, which would other wise make it look cool instead of barney-like.
6. What's an ingrown toenail?
Onychocryptosis, commonly known as ingrown nails (unguis incarnatus) or ingrowing nails, is a common form of nail disease. It is an often painful condition in which the nail grows or cuts into one or both sides of the nail bed. While ingrown nails can occur in both the nails of the hand and feet, they occur most commonly with toenails. ~ from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ingrown_toenail
7. What's with your post title?
It's a song I have stuck in my head right now. It goes like this:
I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts (diddly dum)
There they are standing in a row
Big ones, small ones
Some as big as your head.
8. You're weird, do you know that?
Yes I do, thank you for checking.

Wouldn't it be nice

Wouldn't it be nice if you had:
# No emotions. So no one can hurt you.
# No hopes. So you never be disappointed.
# No one to trust. So you will never be betrayed.
# No one to talk to. So you'll never to be ignored.
# Nothing precious. So you don't have to feel the sharp edge of lost.
# No one to rely on. So you'd be strong and independent.
# No voice. So you'd never have to confess guilt.
# No ears. So you'd never be hurt by words.
# No friends. So no one will stab you when you look the other way.

Wouldn't it be nice?

ShoutOut to Josh - whether he reads this or not...

I dedicate this shoutout to Joshua Pui.
Loyal minion.
Lame-ass nerd.
And greatly missed friend.

Wherever you might be (whatever you may be watching), Josh, I hope you read this, simply because I have taken precious time which should have been used to memorising physics to blog about you.

Know that the absence of your music and voice has left the hallowed halls of our common room.

Know that our retardness in physics class now carries no purpose, and I am forced to resort to me emo-ness and occasional tears because I cannot remember the goddamn equation for diffraction grating.

Know that now I have to spend money for maccers to feed myself lunch.

Know that Tash ran all the way from the parking lot in the airport just to see you off in 5 cm heels. You try doing that.

Know that everyone is wondering what the **** you are going to do with the lube that Chicky got you.

It all comes down to this.
Josh, we effing miss your non-existant ass.

Jog at Changi

To those loving on the fast-lane, the name Changi needs no more introduction. However, since this is my blog and I can be redundant as much as I want, I shall introduce it anyway. This multi storey city of escalators is an airport - a place where flying vehicles called airplanes land and take off so that the people they are carrying can get on and off. A forest of steel and glass, created by man's architecture magic and a great pile of unused money and time. It's indoor 3-storey tall waterfall stands a silent witness to the possibilities mankind can achieve with a lot of printed paper for which the girls in Geylang offer their services for. Truly a miracle, it is a well masqueraded pit-trap for the wealthy travellers' resources. Here, temptations are always lurking around the corner, eager to make you leave a few more of your dollar bills in Singapore.

Nevertheless, the ridiculously vast monument is home, shopping centre, restaurant, money changer, and a luxury gym. The last utility may be lesser known to those who do not have to spend 23 hours in transit. Constantly being on the rush to catch your next flight to nowhere is the primary cause why only a few notice the facilities offered in Changi that makes is such an excellent place to do your morning jog.





Spacious premises to ensure that you do not collide with travellers when doing your laps.














This water tap is available throughout the entire vicinity so keep you well hydrated while you exercise.



















This is just one of the many pharmacies that can be found at Changi. You will never have to worry of cramps or even broken limbs as medical care are just around the corner.












Don't let your cumbersome bag bother you and leave them at these Left Baggage counters. They also accept your golf bags when you are no using them to play in the waiting rooms.









These high, vaulted ceilings are specially designed for high jumpers. Cliff-climbers can also indulge in their hobbies on any wall within the building. Many varieties of courses and obstacles are provided so that you always have a challenge. Serious climbers would flock to Changi with visions to conquer the toughest wall on the planet - Changi's 3-storey pure glass wall. So far, no one has ever made it to the top bare-handed. Will you be the one?








Shop-while-you-jog is the latest trend in Singapore. Be sure to try it out the next time you are in Changi.










Combine shopping and exercising together to maximise your day, or save yourself from an irate girlfriend with a quick stop to one of these.
On a flight to an engagement dinner and forgot the ring? Left your 5th wedding ring in the SkyTrain? Not to worry, our range of goldsmiths provide custom-made rings for a *cough* reasonable *cough* price.







Changi understands every woman's need to look gorgeous at all times. Run into one of these outlets for a quick touch-up during tour routine and a spray of Channel No 5 in case you run into a smexy hot ang moh.









A blank empty field is designed with flexibility to cater for badminton, tennis or basketball fans.
* Hoops, balls and lines not included. Please bring your on spray paint.











Signs like these are a common sight to keep the air pollution-free towards your healthy goodness.








So take the time to get yourself stuck in transit for redundantly long hours and check out Changi Airport - your next fitness getaway.

By Popular Demand...

My apologies for the absence of blog updates for...wait a sec...*checks last blog post from another window*...ahem two months ago.

You should know by know that I can only blog well when I am feeling retarded and lately, those feelings only come in Physics class, when i don't have a laptop handy to blog from. Not that I feel retarded now, but I owe Ash a post before he dies of impatience.

We had physics class today. You all know what that means. The retarded-ness was enough to make Allen choke and die, even if he hasn't done it on his own. But the day's lesson was unusually educational. The physics faculty has learned a very essential skill in hopes that it will serve them well some day. Today shall always be remembered as the day we discovered how to use the camera in my phone to its fullest extent.

Here are the fruits of our labour.







The Blind Bandit by Cass.


















Catch the Zs by Allen.












When you're 17 with Erectile Dysfuntion...by Cass.














My Bestfriend's Hot by Tash.












Ash, as seen by a colour-blind dog by Cass.

I shouldn't be blogging

I shouldn't be blogging, but a wise shirt once told me that you want more what you can't have.

Anyway, the Queen had such an eventful day today that she felt compelled to blog about it.

First lesson of the day: Chemistry - the cutting edge science study of microscopic things that we cannot even see and how they interact with more things we cannot see, to produce, still, more things we cannot see! Fascinating, eh? Makes you wonder why would anyone want to take Economics instead.

Note: Though it may easily be mistaken, this common reaction found in LIS AS Level Chemistry students is not a consequence of one too many hours trying to remember what is an arene ring and how it reacts with potassium manganate, but rather an involuntary reaction to the lecturer's sad attempt to improve the mood of his class with what he thinks are funny and laughable jokes.

Somewhere after lunch, it is time for "Physics to kill your self esteem".
Our lecturer has announce with (much) excessive enthusiasm that having severely kicked our confidence in the guts with the last physics test, we are now ready for.......................................
drumroll.......................................QUANTUM PHYSICS!!! *cue amazed expressions to students*

One student can barely contain his enthusiasm, he just had to grace the Physics/Bio Lab with this work of art.

by Melvin Lim Chun Ming (is that his name?)

Uh-huh...please save yourselves the trouble of asking why us girls Natasha, Cass, Annette and Nana are categorised under "handsome". Melvin's just being Melvin.

The importance of efficient road signs

The Saturday before school restarts, The Queen went up to Cameron highlands with her family where she found a rather odd sight. Behold what she witnessed on the way down from inside the car on the way down.

Hint: Find the red circle I have so expertly drawn with my awesome Paint-ing skills. (Shut up Allen!).

And here's another one.

Did you get it yet? Have you found what had the Queen so dumbfounded? No? Perhaps these instructions will assist you.

First, look at the sign.
Notice that they both show no entry in the forward direction, and instead, directs the wary driver to take left instead.
Now, look beyond the sign.
Notice that the road ceases to exist in the direction forward and plummets down with a fatal drop to a beautiful valley swimming with misty clouds.

Still don't get it? Do not panic. This can only mean that you are truly and purely a Kuching resident.

The Queen can only sit and ponder why they had that sign in the first place.

More ways to get in jail

Human creativity just astounds me. They keep coming up with new and interesting ways to get yourself arrested. I can only wish I made this up.

Here's some laws the brits have come up with:
1) A pregnant woman can legally relieve herself anywhere she wants, including in a policeman's helmet.
Who would want to? So, girls here's a tip for you when in UK. When in urgent need of a restroom, feign pregnancy and approach the nearest policeman.
2) In Liverpool it is illegal for a woman to be topless except as a clerk in a tropical fish store.
Yes, because that is where drunken Englishmen go to have a little fun.
3)It is illegal to die in the Houses of Parliament.
Prosecutors will be arrested, and, depending on cause of death, may be placed on a death row.

Still, they are no match for the Americans. Damn superpower country has to be number one in everything, including "Number of redundant and stupid laws".

1) In Maine, you may not step out of a plane in flight.
It is disturbing to the other passengers.
2) In Maryland, you cannot swear while inside the city limits of Baltimore. It's also illegal to take a lion to the movies. It is a violation of city code to sell chicks or ducklings to a minor within 1 week of the Easter holiday. And, eating while swimming in the ocean is prohibited.
That's right, you might get cramps eating while swimming.
3) In Massacheusts, you may not, at any time take a crap on your neighbor.
Your neighbor's dog is, however, a different matter entirely.
4) In Nebraska, a parent can be arrested if his child cannot hold back a burp during a church service.
We have no problems if it comes out the other end, though.
5) In New Hampshire, one must not collect seaweed.
Too many have died of asphyxiation in the attempt.
6) In New Jersey, it is illegal to wear a bulletproof vest while committing a murder.
Otherwise, you're fine.
7) In North Carolina, elephants cannot be used to plough cotton fields.
Too much pollution.
8) In North Dakota, beer & pretzels can't be served at the same time in any bar or restaurant.
Over the past century, many americans have died in the attempt of consuming them at the same time, resulting in shortness of breath, choking and wrong administrations of the Heimlich procedure.
9) In Rhode Island, any marriage where either of the parties is an idiot or lunatic is null and void.
Any marriage in Rhode Island is null and void, then.
10) In South Carolina, horses may not be kept in bathtubs.
This is an example of cruelty to animals. The correct way is to keep them in your freezer.
11) In South Dakota, if there are more than 5 Native Americans on your property you may shoot them.
Population control.
12) In Tennessee, you can't shoot any game other than whales from a moving automobile.
Smart...
13) In Texas, it is illegal to take more than three sips of beer while standing.
Less distance to the floor when you pass out.
14) In Washington, a law to reduce crime states: "It is mandatory for a motorist with
criminal intentions to stop at the city limits and telephone the chief
of police as he is entering the town".
15) In West Virginia, no children may attend school with their breath smelling of "wild onions".


Makes you think of why they have these laws in the first place...

God is a DJ

This is a video called Spin. Quite interesting. Enjoy

Llamas!!!!

You gotta watch this!!!!
One word. Two syllables. Ha Ha.

24th of May 2008

So, what the Queen do to-day?

She woke up at 12 because she slept off at two in the morning after chatting with Allen. She rolled around the bed a bit, then, realising that she had a little brother who is waiting to be fed lunch she got up and prepared the meal. Upon doing so, she gravely realised the consequences of sleeping off in such an awkward position that made her entire body ache.

She spent a couple of hours watching movies not worth mentioning here, then cut up some pieces of paper for cue cards. She got online at 4pm thinking she'd update her blog but was immediately distracted by online comic and her HMRPG forum.

At 4.45pm it was time she got ready for the "Evening with the Stars" as she was due within the premises at 5.30. At 5.10 she shut off her computer and started putting on make up and doing her hair and dressing up. Before 5.30 she had left her abode.

The evening went painfully slowly for the Queen/MC. Upon arriving back home at 10 she went online again, and updated her blog, much to the joy of her loyal readers. She wished to blog about the evening in further detail, but chose to wait till she had more pictures to illustrate with. While doing so she conversed online with Allen. And at 1.10 am, she realised she hasn't taken her second shower for the day.

Ooh la la...

Presenting the new face of Ashweein Narayanan.

Drum roll please...





*drumroll in background*

TA-DAAAAAAH!!!!*sigh* The things we do in chemistry class...

So, comments please. How is this look working out for Ash?
a. It's a keeper!
b. Holy *beep*!!!
c. *wolf whistle* what's up sexay?!
d. *slap forehead*
c. NOOOOO!!! My eyes! My eyes!!!!!

There's something about Joshie

Josh brought this to school one day. Let's zoom in, shall we?

You can tell a lot of things about a guy from where they shop.

A Royal Affair

This might be a tad bit late to post about but it's THE QUEEN'S + TASH'S BDAE PARTYYYYY!!!
Yes, it was a royal affair indeed. In commemoration of the 17th anniversary of her birth and the 16th for Tash, a tournament and feast were held.

Part 1 - The Tournament: A water balloon fight!
At around 6.30 pm on 17th May, peculiar and disturbing sights of 16-18 year olds hurling the classic water-filled balloons at each other can be found in a park along Jalan Stutong 13. An even more disturbing sight is this:

Allen trying to relive his childhood.

We had two teams, each marked by the black or white ribbon tied around part of our bodies. Mine was black, and so was Ashweein. Surprise, surprise.
So, the battle began as soon as a water balloon landed near our base. Amidst the battle and the confusion, Ash suddenly had this brilliant idea of over-tipping the bucket containing our ammunition of water balloons. Later, Sean and I took a bucket of water balloons and fled our base. We had two goals:
1. to get as many water balloons away from Ash
2. to take over the slide in the park so that we can bombard our foes with water balloons without getting hit ourselves.
It was a fine strategy, until we ran out of water balloons...
But we did not lose hope. By filling buckets with water and pouring them over our enemies, we meant to soak them into submission.
Instead, this was what happened...
The picture shows Chiek Lung, cleverly taking the opportunities to shower us ( me, sarah and Cat) who were currently stuck on the slide because some bangla sesat thought it was a good idea to sit at the end of the slide.

At the end of it all, the park was devastatingly littered with bits of colourful rubber. When questioned by the authorities, witnesses point out this man to be the culprit.

Beware!!!

Part 2 - The Feast: A DIY barbeque!!!

If there's one thing a prefect can't do, it's barbecuing. Thank god Josh only hung around the BBQ for 30 seconds. On the other hand, the one who deserves the award for "Unexpectedly skilled at BBQing" is no other than Lim Chiek Lung, who did almost half of the things Sarah ate that night.

Extra - The rest of the night
A few things that happened after we've all had our fill:
1. Sarah and Josh decided to try the Mentos-in-Coke myth only to be disappointed because the result wasn't violent enough
2. My Playstation was severely abused by Tekken-fans
3. Melvin got high on Sparkling and tried acting drunk but resulted in acting retarded instead.
4. A bike race around my all-too-familiar park

Well, I will soon get a post a picture of all the lovely gifts i received.

Thank you all again for them and for coming!

What could Allen possibly be thinking in this picture?



a.) "I'm gonna diss you next. Diss!Diss!Diss!Diss!Diss!"
b.) "It's Die-Al-Len. Not Dhev-ya-llenn!"
c.) "Cass, you are so dead next lesson."
d.) "I do NOT need a phone. Handphones are an enormous responsibility..."
e.) Other. Please specify ________________________________________.

LIS: providing a wholesome education for your children

We at LIS believe in providing seemingly-useful education for your children so that we may sleep better at night, knowing that your unreasonably high school fees did not go into total waste. Among our wide selection of subjects offered - including some of the most basic such as "Statistics for Those Who Will Never Ever Ever Need Them", "Things about Business that You Already Know", "How to Think Like a Canadian in 794 Easy Steps", and "Physics to Kill your Self-Esteem" - are shown with these following pictures of our hard-working students.

"How to Sleep in Class"

Wrong

Correct - It is of utmost importance that your facial features be turned AWAY from the teacher so that he or she can not identify you even when they want to.

"How to act like a retard"

This student has shown much resourcefulness in utilising whatever he could find in the Chemistry Lab to turn himself into a complete retard. Well done! Very well done indeed!

"How to be Model and maintain your Manliness (males only)"
This student has demonstrated a well balanced pose with a so-tight-you-can-barely-breathe fitted jacket. Notice that the calmness and ardour is maintained with hands in the pocket. Our experiences show that this is the best pose to pull off a totally gay outfit without looking gay. Bravo!
This should serve as a warning to all who are interested in taking this subject. It is very important to realise your limits. DO NOT ATTEMPT A POSE ONLY PROFESSIONAL MALE MODELS OR HOMOSEXUALS ARE CAPABLE OF.
Our star student regains his composure simply by placing his hands back into his pockets. A timely save!

Aside from forcing education down your child's throat, we also held fast to our principles that keeping students in a well-monitored and overly-restricted environment keeps them in check and keeps the A*s rolling. We have hired overly-qualified imported supervisors to ensure that your child would not enjoy a single day in our established institute of endless learning. By giving your child pathetically short lunch times and making sure that they are present in school even when they do not have a reason to be there, we are certain that they will achieve a holistic education to prepare them for the world out there. Our goal is to make their lives so miserable, that their future cannot possibly be any worse. This is a psychological theory we adapt, in order to prepare your child for the worst.

Prepare your child for a dark future. Do the right thing and send them to LIS. We welcome you and your cheques with open arms. Have a nice day.

Venting out

Gah!
SCREW YOU SCREW YOU SCREW YOU!!!!!
WHAT THE *BEEP*, SERIOUSLY?!?!?!?!?!
THIS WHOLE THING IS *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP *BEEP*!!!!

move along...nothing to see here...
being queen is stressful sometimes, international relations and all *sigh*

Headline in Newspaper: Students Reveal Lodge Teachers Have Issues

The sombre and dreary school life provided by the less-than-adequately-facilitated Lodge School has taken its toll on its teachers. More and more students have claimed that they have suffered emotional and psychological damages incurred by members of the faculty. One student tells us how a teacher had attempted to take advantage out of her and her mooting team.

"She came up to me with a straight face and tells me how she has worked hard for us and that she deserves to go to Brisbane too," Fong* relates how the teacher had so subtly hinted that she wanted a piece of their prize from the recent High School's Mooting Competition: a 5 day trip to the Gold Coast.

"What the ****?! She's being so unreasonable," commented a teammate. "Yes, we are thankful to her for organising this and all, and yeah we wouldn't have been able to go if she hadn't done it. But let's face facts. She hasn't done anything to help us with the moot directly. Our coach would be the more obvious choice to accompany us to Brisbane."

The third teammate refused to share his opinion. "No comment," was all he said. However, he disclosed his personal experience with another teacher. "She went and told my sister that I have been slacking and off and missing classes. I didn't come once, okay?! Once! and she starts saying that I'm slacking off." Being unreasonable is certainly a surfacing trait among these teachers. Whatever will they do next?

Reports of strange occurances how a piece of information shared with one teacher ends up being known by another have increased to an alarming level. Secrets are no longer safe with teachers. It's a teacher-eat-student world out there, especially in Lodge International School where they definitely have issues.

This fictional news article is brought to you by
The Queen
* Names have been changed to protect privacy

What just happenned???

I sign into my blog today and it was all messed up. Further investigation revealed that the template has been tempered with. I had to reset all the settings from scratch. And now my Cbox is gone!!!! Boo-hoo...

Somebody help me get a Cbox!!!!

A Rant about the Environment

DON'T READ THIS!!!!
see that? that's called reverse psychology

Since no one would bother to actually listen to me rant out loud about how we are killing ourselves slowly with our cars and air-conditioners, I decided to conveniently write it out so that people who could care less can keep track with what I am thinking. This is just a beginning to many many more rants about the environment.

Yes, yes, *yawn*, I'm sure you heard enough out of Al Gore already, but apparently, facts and figures and scientific reasoning can't get people to get off their couch potato asses and switch off their air cond or whatever

Don't tell me to get a life because even if I get one, it's not gonna last long. Facts say that petroleum supplies are only gonna last for another 50 years. Actually, make that 49 years because they said that LAST year, or the year before...I can't remember.

Anyway, SOME people have got to care less about superficial stuff like what phone they have or what car they drive because unless they plan to DIE before that 49 years (or 48) years are up, they are gonna suffer hell, literally since I reckon that by that time, all the ozone would have gone and skin cancer is gonna be the world's number one killer, not heart attack.

Yeah, I'm talking about the rich and famous. They think that their money is gonna save them from world's end or something, well it's not. Their surgically crafted faces of plastic are going to melt. They won't be able to drive their Porches and Jaguars because oil prices would have gone up so high that you would have to make a choice between buying your wife a diamond ring or buying food to feed the both of you for a week.

I'm talking about those who can afford to parade around in petrol inefficient cars and have their air conds on all day in their houses, especially those who live in the part of the world with climates that does not require you to live in an air conditioned environment all day.
Yes, you.
I blame you for the world's end.

If you can't be human enough to care about other people living on Earth (yes, there are other people n this world besides you) at least have the motivation to save your own skin. Because you are just like everybody else. And you could die from skin cancer just like everybody else. And you could die of heatstroke like. every.body.else.

How lame am I?

I just realised a few days ago that I can raise BOTH my eyebrows.

Your reaction:
a.) nothing. It's just the sort of thing you expect from the queen of nerds
b.) slaps forehead
c.) throw things at me
d.) strangle me
e.) wth Cass, you are so lame you can't walk. (credits to Mish)

Help? please?

As you have probably noticed, I have tried, and failed to get a Cbox installed in my blog. Well, I did get it installed but it just refuses to be placed in the sidebar.

So please, can anyone help me customize my blog?
I also wanna put in backgrounds and stuff.

Nerdia is expanding...lol.

Praises for our Head Boy

Here's some facts about Lodge International School's Head Boy 2008:

He is not nice.

He hates it if you destroy school property, because Lodge School is his home.

He hates it if you borrow a chair "belonging" to the A2 Students.

He is not human for getting straight A*s.

He, for one, loves Lodge School.

He seriously needs to get a girlfriend.

He is going to kill me if he reads this, hence,

He is not nice.

here's hoping he'll be done with his exams and out of Lodge before he does read this...or...that I will be out of Kuching...or...that I will have become rich enough to hire bodyguards. (did you see that? I just used perfect future tense.)

Here's how I managed to come to this fascinating hypothesis (hy-poth-e-sis definition: theory needing investigation: a tentative explanation for a phenomenon, used as a basis for further investigation):

Tash, Ash and I are walking back to the common room after school from the canteen. Ash just could not resist the temptation of toying with the (working?) thermometer by the side of the hall. Having detached the thing from it's stand, he left it there protruding out of its socket, laughing and feeling very pleased of himself. Along came our head boy of the century.

"Dude, you gotta fix that." said His Excellency.

Ash gave in and started to try and fix the damn thing.

"Either you fix it or you take it to the office." decreed His Excellency, again.

In the end, Ash did managed to fix it though, so he didn't have to be executed on the charges of destroying (dysfunctional) school property.

My thoughts:
Oooookay...Yang Dipertuan Agong needs his chill pills now.
WTH?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Mooting Competition

Hah! Despite my oath not to join the mooting competition this year, I was dragged into it by two very subtle teachers. I thrashed. I struggled. I squirmed. I writhed. But still I was Instructing Solicitor for Lodge International School Mooting Team A.

So for a month or so I skipped classes and stayed back after school for mooting meetings (oh look! an alliteration!) and came unwelcomed to Miss Donna's house and polished off her stock of earl grey tea.

This one night, Team A and Team B were at Miss Donna's house. Bianca was reciting her speech while Ash and Fang and me were at her dining table. I was making a cover page for our summation when I turned to my two awesome teammates for opinions.

Me: Hey Ash, what do you think of this? *shows laptop to Ash*
Ash: Ok, except i think the team name should be something better.
Me: Like what?
Ash: Oh i dunno, how bout *poses* Super hyper monkey team alpha force Go!!!!
Me: Ahahahahaha ahahahahahaha.....oh...you're serious....ah no!!! no Ash!!! hekh-stop-strangling-meeeeeee....

Moving on, we mooted on the 9th of May at Holiday Inn, which as a bummer cause last year I got to do it in a real court room. Guess what? WE WON!!!!!

OMG!

WTF!!

HOLY *%#$!!!!
and...and...

WE'RE GOING TO BRIZZIE FOR THE GRAND FINALS AGAINST THE OZZIES...WHOOOO!!
Congratz to Ash for getting the Overall Outstanding Advocate Award and Fang for Outstanding Advocate Award. Don't ask me what's the difference.

And thanks for all the people who cared enough to drag their asses to Holiday Inn to watch us in the finals against St Thres. I know it was boring, I can hear yur sighs when it was over. I was yawning too.

For those who have better things to do than to know:
a moot is a legal argument submitted by advocates to the Court.
a mooting competition is when students come together and take the roles of lawyers before a court and deliver their respective submissions in a moot against or for a ground of appeal.

Introducing: Chronicles of Nerdia

Ho-kay, tis been F.O.R.E.V.E.R. since I've blogged, and within my absence I have been coughunwilinglycough crowned Queen of the Nerds. So I thought, my blog should get a makeover too.

And why, you ask, should I start blogging again despite my already disorganised and packed life since I have ascended the throne. To that, I blame peer pressure. I blame Ash and Fang for going on and on about their blogs and posting illicit matters of me. I blame Josh for having the sheer audacity to ask me if I have a blog, and then somehow reading the one I have created when Ha young still roams the halls of Lodge International School. Yes Josh, Her Majesty is not happy with you. It's the dungeons for you.

Anyway, even though I begun my blogging spree, I'm not very good at sticking to my habits. This could just be a spur of the moment, so don't expect much.

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