Weekends and holidays will never be nice again until I leave Form 5

unless one of the following happens:

my mum is sick
my mum is out of town (which is very unlikely)
my mum gets fed up of Facebook (which is impossible)

I'm sure you have read few months back about parents hopping abord the social-networking bandwagon, joining sites especially Facebook. Yea, my mum's no different, but how she's getting VERY addicted to it like how my friends are addicted to DoTA. Morning she play. Afternoon until evening she play. At night she play. Play play play wat I duno and I dun care her punya pasal lah restaurant city ke farm empire ke apa ke lantaklah. The really annoying, irritating, agitating, frustrating, hair-ripping, forehead-wrinkling, cringing, agonising, and aggravating thing comes on non-schooling day at home. She would play and play and play and play and play and play past 11pm when I already have nothing else to do but not feeling sleepy and then she would say "short while summore ah...." and her definition of a short while is anywhere between 15-45 minutes. by the time I have the computer back, pretty much everyone in my Messenger list is already asleep, and that spoils pretty much the whole point of me coming online. Especially now, during this Raya break, and exam is nearing, I lock myself in my room the whole day except to eat, drink, bathe, and take a piss or a shit, she enjoy computer whole day takpa la her. Evening I just use around 30mins-1 hour, then I go back to study. when I'm done for the night, and I want to come and have chats with friends, inilah jadi. Of course, being my mother, and the one who paid for the computer and internet, I cant tell her every holiday night I want the computer (well, pretty much pointless anyway because she'd play for another half hour), otherwise she'd think I'm being demanding and we'd get into a fight and the house will be as cold as Antarctica. Looks like a lose-lose situation for me eh?

*update* She's eating into my evening sessions as well!!!!!!!!! X(


Do you know how annoying, irritating, agitating, frustrating, hair-ripping, forehead-wrinkling, cringing, agonising, and aggravating  this is?

58

Dad's turning 58 this year... nearing the not-as-big-as-reaching-the-half-centenarian age of 60...

Then it got me thinking.... I'm 16... 16 years.... sounds like I've already come a long way, doesnt it? And how odd, when I look back on these 16 years, it seems to have flown by so fast, and some of the past still clearly stamped in my memory... School, kindergarten, all the times there, all the times I used to snack in the evenings like a hungry pig...  from the time i was a small boy with a  large tummy, i've now become a big (not fat-big, but age-big, fit-big, you get the idea) boy with a small-ER tummy...I remember the times when we had a big, black, chunky TV, so many things we;ve watched and learned from that tele, now it's off to charity. Same with my bro's old, torn (yes, torn) bed. Holes everywhere. Now I recall when he slept on it, me on the mattress beside him, every so often dad bunks in with us. Then I look at Clinton, or Rychard, or Christine, or anyone who went to the same Tadika Morning Star together with me, and now they've grown up and matured so much, transforming into handsome boys and pretty girls... It all seems too fast to happen...


When the PMR trials was on, I cant help but think that 1 year has past by so fast...all the hardship endured last year is now just a memory... and these 16 years roaming Sitiawan... its no different... 16 years have past so fast... in another 16 years, I'll be (well, I should be) out working, happily married, with children, and our own house. And in that 16 years, you may be thinking why is life dragging on so slowly, but after that 16 years, you'll realise just how fast time passed, and how much further you've come.

Even Dad has told me:

You're now already 16 years old. You've grown into a big boy. I'm already nearing 60. I know I dont really have much time left, I can go anytime, maybe in 2 years, maybe 20 years later. Time passes really fast. I remember when Abang was still in From 1, Form 2, and now he's already out of college, has his own job, soon it will be your turn. Now you're already 16, next year is already SPM, before you realise it, you will be looking for a job as well. You will have to prepare yourself for the grown up world, you will reach it very quickly.

From the times a father and his 2 sons shared a room to sleep, now one sleeps alone, the other has a job, and the father has retired. Think about all the years in between, then I think of how fast that change has come.

Im sure Dad has lots more words of wisdom, perhaps he'll save it for next time. That next time, I dont know when, but I'm sure it'll come soon enough....

Aiyo....

I've been long itching to voice out how annoyed I am about how some smart students have such a strong tendency to forecast their doom in any exam or tests. I mean like, records already show that they are such high scoring students, and yet they keep saying things like:

Aiyo, I die liao....
Aiyo, very bad la.....

Aiyo, everything sure wrong la....
Aiyo, I sure fail wor....
Aiyo, I sure lose a  lot of marks eh....
Aiyo, I did this and that wrong lor....

Come on lah, you ALWAYS come out as among the highest scorers in class/form and yet you say such demoralising things? But what irks me most is that they just say it blatantly in front of people regardless of who they say it to. Perhaps they have too high expectations for themselves, but dont they realise that other students (especially those who arent as smart, me primarily) can feel terrible, even worse than them after hearing those kinds of things. I know when I've done well, okay, or not good. And every time I know for sure I havent done well, and I hear these clever ones say negative things, I just feel like kicking them until they fly to China. Dont they consider how the less-smarter people will feel, when they have already done exceptionally well and still say "very bad larrhhxxx....". Ugh.

Like the time when I got 66 for Add Maths (I thought that was rather okay), a friend of mine got 78%, and she so pessimistically says "No, this is just terrible...."  *gawks*

And when comparing tallied marks, I got 800 something,  when I asked a friend for her total marks, she says "its very low lar......", only to find out that 900++ out of 1100 is considered "very low" GEEZ

And many times too often, smart ones will say negative things about how was the exam, predicting all sorts of pathetic outcomes, only to have them score 80-90-95, while I only manage 70s-80s. GEEZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What's this? some sort of psychology game they want to play, make their competition distracted by negative thoughts, just so they can show their excellence?  >.<