Monday, December 10, 2012

Rant: Sell-comb is a bully.







Once upon a time, I subscribed to Sell-Combs broadband service. So, one day, when I didn't need it anymore, I terminated it and paid the remaining balance. About a year later, came the bill, stating that I did not pay...I initially ignored it as i have paid the damn thing so i thought the bill was just a stupid mistake. But noo.....they sent me a letter telling me that they will take legal fucki** actions if i didn't pay. So, fine, I paid the bloody thing...AGAIN...and asked the counter lady that would this be the end of it? And make sure the damn thing is terminated. She said, yes...it is done. So I kept the termination and the receipt. The billing stopped and all was back to normal. Almost four years later, i wanted to change my number into a postpaid shit. So, i skipped happily into the Sell-comb centre yesterday. 

So then i found out i was blacklisted.
Me: Wait what?
Sell-comb guy: You have a debt of rm332 that you havent paid.
Me: wait what?
Sell-comb: You havent paid Sell-comb.
Me: Oookay...can you check when was the last payment made?
Sell-comb: No we can't..(looks at me like i'm some kind of lowlife.)
Me: But i've paid....TWICE!
Sell-comb: it says here you havent paid

He then later told me that i could check with their other branch. So off i went....same thing. Bullshit. I ain't paying them again. Now i'm hunting for a 4 year old bill that is probably eaten by termites by now. If i ever found it, I will frame it and hang it at sell-comb wall. I don't trust you Sell-comb. You are one lying mathafakka.

Thank you.....

Ps: It was my fault too...I should have never trusted them. I should have laminated and framed the receipt and termination forms. 

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Chapter 23


Nurul’s eyes were open, and Wawa, with her hands delicately closed them. Amara was pacing as Menn was humming the nursery rhyme “Ring-O-Ring a roses”, sharpening his already sharpened knife.
“Just kill me! Just kill me!” Amara suddenly yelled, kicking the iron bars. Wawa was trying to calm Amara down was not able to match with Amara’s violent fit.
Menn laughed and laughed and laughed. The chamber echoed his laughter.
“Amazing what adrenaline could do to a human. They called one man a demi god once, or on your land, adrenaline was attributed to a genie’s vomit. Funny really, because the man was as you modern people call it, a schizophrenic. Interesting enough, the tree he uprooted was actually a dead tree,” Menn continued, explaining is a cheery tone as he waved his hands about.
A knock on the door caught their attention.
“Who is it?” asked Menn, mocking a cheerful tone and proceeded to open the door. Nik’s head pop and he carried with him a bloodied bag.
“Is it done?” Menn asked.
“Tis’ done,” Nik said, and smiled. He licked his lips, and gleams of his fangs were seen. They were not humans. They were something supernatural.
“Well then. There are many things to do on my part. I shall leave you alone. Sarah, watch the kids yes?” Menn gave instructions, mimicking as any parents would. He smiled and left the chamber with his partner. The chamber fell silent again.
“Oh God Amara, what should we do?” Wawa asked.
“Sarah, that paperclip from the book on the floor, can you reach it?” Amara asked. Sarah nodded and tried to pull the book with her feet as her hands were chained to the wall. Her wrist was painful, but she pulled nevertheless.
“I got it! I got it!” Sarah said and quickly, though clumsy, managed to get the paper clip in her hands. “Now what?” Sarah asked.
“Try to free yourself with it,” Amara said.
“I…I don’t know how,” Sarah said, almost crying. Amara sighed.
“Wait. I can do it!” Wawa said. All the years staying in a dorm during high school had taught Wawa several tricks, including opening a lock with a pin. It took Wawa a while as she was pretty rusty with it, but soon, the chain clicked and Sarah was freed of it.
“Now, throw those chairs over!” Amara said, and Sarah complied.
Wawa and Amara stacked the chairs and climbed from the cage. They were free. “Look, we’ll slowly creep down the tunnel. Trust no one. No one you understand?!” Amara said and the three remaining girls nodded. Amara led the four girls. Wawa, Wendy and Sarah followed. 

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Fight fight fight...

I am tired of fighting. All i do in my life is fight, trying to survive. From bullies, from thieves, from those who wishes to take advantage, from opportunist, and from stupid people. This place is almost succeeding in bringing down my passion and enthusiasm. I cannot fight alone. One person cannot lift the boulder to clear the path. If the others refuse to help, I can't escape too. I'll be trapped in the valley with them.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

The Netball Coach

Haluuuu...hehe. (Wrote this the second time because the internet was down and it didn't save. I prefer my previous post but I can't remember what exactly I wrote...dang...)

Anyhoo, i was chosen to coach the netball team. But....here's the problem. The only surviving memory I had of netball was falling on my bum during a game. That's it. Nothing more. I don't remember the rules..nada...nani mo nai....nothing. So, we had our first practice on last Friday. This was how I looked like training the kids....

This was me, giving instructions.....when I spouted some instructions/comments/strategies....I look like this...

Haha....but hey. Its a life long learning process. I am now googling rules and strategies...I will try my best!! HUHAAA! (Spartan warcry) We must win!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (kiasu) The game is on the 13th of September. Wish us all the best. XD



Saturday, September 1, 2012

Kabong's Eid-ul Fitr

Hatchiuuuu! *wash wash wash*.....*sweep sweep sweep*......*mop mop mop*......*lazing around*....*continue task*...

Huaa....It has been quite some time since I've blogged. Blame it on the laziness internet... I wanted to write on this year's Aidil fitri celebration, but I don't have pictures when my family and I were in Penang....so, I will be "blogging" (more like pasting pictures) about the Ramah tamah Aidil fitri we had in our school.

The teachers were divided into groups. We had six groups... Lemang (mine), Ketupat, Kelupis, Rendang, Serunding and.... uh...wait...was it five groups..or six?.... XD..

Anyway, we had a few competition:
1. karaoke
2. ketupat making
3. best dressed
4. best tent
5. best cake decoration

We even had an opening performance.....ahaks...but I'll get to that later...

Here are some pictures
 Me and the Gang (From left: Me, Ben, Fey2 & Romero)
 Taking pictures in front of other people's tent but did not even bother to take picture of own tent.....

The boys....men....uh..male teachers


Taking pictures with the same colour scheme...so to speak...


Dunno who's tent... Serunding's maybe

I am so gonna make a TV show poster out of this


Makan...makan....makan

Waiting to compete for the ketupat competition...Funny thing was, my partners and I were confused. We weren't sure how to win. Was it the most ketupat made within a given time, or was it the most creative? Lol...we didn't win. But if it were based on quantity, we sure would win. (konfid)

Me on the roll

A peak inside Ketupat's tent

Me, Felisica and Zainab

The special thing about this event to me was it was the first time i've ever performed in a band...as in a band. I mean, I've performed for Gamelan, and violin/ melodian/  (when i was a kid), but it was THE FIRST time I've ever I've performed in a band. And also, first time holding and playing the bass. Funny thing was, I just learnt how to play the bass say 2 days before the gig. It was kindda easy to play the bass, but it was still nerve wrecking to go and perform. 

"What if I screwup?

"Dang...where's A again?" 

"Hell, when do I come in?"

All those thoughts were in my head...but it was well. There were a few glitches...if you watch the video. We had little time to practice...but it was fun nevertheless. We were booked to play for the school dinner... matilaa...nabes. 

(After many failed attempts to upload video....)

I'll just upload the video when my streamyx is done...stress..

The songs we played was Suasana Hari Raya and Salam Aidil Fitri...

Wawa, remember this song? Hahaha! We played it during UKM ramah tamah aidil fitri..I still have our audio and our picture we took as background. 

Seeing that my writing has no cohesion what so ever...I think it is time for me to stop crapping and sleep. Had a long day and its 2.30am now. Good night.. :)


[Pictures courtesy of Felisica. Hahaha... I was too lazy to snap pictures}

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

I don't know...what to do



A: That is not right.
B: I don’t know…what to do?

Malay translation: Apa boleh buat?
Ever since I came here, there were many things that I did not like. The manners, the system…and recently, I came to realize that people here often use the phrase whenever there is something that isn’t right or something is wrong. And today, I shall blog about it.
As my topic sentence, I will stress I hate that effing phrase….i mean, I would consider if it was used in a 
proper context. For example:

A: Hey, when will the hate end?
B: I don’t know….what to do.
The usage of the hated phrase is acceptable. But when it comes to the wellbeing of the kids, or justice or whatever….i hate it when they use it.

Situation A: A student of mine does not want to go to school. We’ve been to the house once.

Me: We should do something else. He must have a reason
Counsellor: If he doesn’t want to go, what to do…?

I mean, hello. You are the counsellor, aren’t you suppose to use your mojo to talk kids into doing the right thing. Hell, during the time we went to the house, his “methods” were….the i-couldn’t-care-less-not-my-problem-I’m-only-here-because-this-new-effing-teacher-asked-me-to-come method. So basically, if I were the student, I wouldn’t want to go to school….lol

Situation B: Sports day. The last runner for 4 x 400m was the only one left on the track. The teachers called her back as she was running (since to them, it was a waste of time), but then, the umpire called it a disqualification. I was shocked. I mean, pity the kid. She wanted to run, but she got out of the track because the teachers were calling her.

Me: This is not right. She mustn’t be disqualified….
Individual who lacks empathy and intelligence #1: well, what to do…
Me: Well, don’t disqualify her.
I.W.L.E.I #2: Well, she got out of the track.
Me: Because you guys called her to get out…
I.W.L.E.I #2: well, what to do…things happen
Me: (I got so pissed off but I said things politely) Excuse me kind sir, I believe it is not fair to disqualify the kid. She got out of the tracks because the teachers called her. So, we should not penalize the runner. It is not fair.

In the end, the umpire did not disqualify her, justice prevailed….but I think I’ve just been labelled as trouble maker….ngee….what to do…

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Life is short and unexpected

We hear this quote billions of time. "Life is short". My reaction and I'm sure many of you too would answer "Meh, that's so cliche". 

And when you hear of supernatural happenings, you would most probably say, "That shit ain't real. It only happens when Dean and Sam Winchester's around". I was a skeptic, though i had my fair share of supernatural encounter, i would still be skeptic when i hear of black magic and the sorts. Well, at least in modern times like now, I wouldn't have believed that there are those who still use supernatural being for their own advantage.

Now. Let me tell you what happened. I’ve only gathered enough courage to write about it today.

Before I begin, I would need to tell you of this person. He is an interim teacher. Posted the same time as I was. Though he was in the morning session, we did a lot of work together, such as being involved in MSSM betong, decorating the school board and since his desk was next to mine, we would sometimes chat. He was handsome, and often smiled. He never raised his voice. He was generous. He lent me (a complete stranger at the time) his bike so I could ride to town. He offered to buy items for the decoration. I would admit, I am beginning to love him as a friend. Though I’ve only known him for a short while, I know him as someone great and kind. Thinking and writing of him now makes me sad.

About 2 weeks ago, he passed away.

We were involved in MSSM Betong, 26 -31st March. We grew close with the others as the time we spent together each day was a lot, especially during the preparation for the sports events. During Betong trip, day 2 of the trip (if I am not mistaken) we noticed sudden changes in him. He rarely smile, he ignored our callings, ignored our questions and did not help me to manage the kids at all. We did not think much of it at first, and we assumed he had other troubles.
When we returned from Betong and to school, he was different. The last words I spoke to him was..”Hey, can you help me with this….?” And when he did not reply..”Ookay….thanks”. That was stupid. I feel stupid. How can we not notice something was amiss?  
On Tuesday, he was not himself. He was possessed, and claimed to be someone else. He called himself other names and acted different. I cannot go into details. Shivers still run up my spine whenever I think of it. In fact, I have not slept alone in 2 weeks. I am afraid. We all are.
He was sent home, to go for some healing/berubat ritual. But in the middle of their journey, he got aggressive and stormed out of the car he was in. When his father followed him from behind, he acted as if he had not known who his father was and told him to stop following him. When his father got close, he punched his father in the face. He was never violent in his entire life. I knew this from his family, when we visited. When we walked away, (details were vague here), he was found at the road side, injured and dying. His mother cradled him in her arms.
At Betong hospital, he was declared dead.
We were angry at the fact. We were also scared. How could this happen? Why him? Why could this thing be even possible? I mean…really? We were still in disbelief.
The eeriest part would be when he told 2 of our teachers/friends that “This will be the last time you’ll ever see me, and I’ll ever see you”. It came true.
Life is short and you’ll never know when you’ll meet your maker. There are things that’ll forever be unknown. Things can be unfair.
Although we do not share the same faith, I will pray for you. May you rest in peace. 

Friday, April 13, 2012

Chapter 22

The door opened with a rusty creak. Julian peeked in to see a dimly lit room with drapes of plastics hung from the ceiling and with endless darkness. Both of the boys entered and the door, a heavy metal door banged close. Steve saw a figure of a man behind the drapes. He whispered of Nik’s name, slowly and cautiously. There was no response but a flick of a hand. They moved closer, and closer, pushing away the drapes for a better view. There stood Zainal, his eyes closed and his hands brought up. He was waving. Zainal was a mere puppet.
The sight of the lifeless body stunned the two boys. Their legs froze and their eyes fixed upon Zainal’s body. They saw strings, and wires fixed onto their friend’s joint, leading up to the dark unseen ceiling.
The room began to appear brighter and then did they realize that their fallen friends were seated on a chair with their joints too attached like a puppet. They head hung down, and they backs arched forward. Their arms fell to the side of the chair. The only thing that held them up were the wires.
They stood up, and moved in sync. They were doing robot dance (hahahah!!). Julian saw the wires moving by the ceiling, and there were no wires moving outwards…meaning, to Julian’s dismay and horror, one of the “dead” is controlling all.
The puppets stood and waved, and the dolls that were from before laid next to them. All of their friends were dead, and they had confirmed their death.
“Julian, I see no wires connecting outwards. Where is the fucking puppet master?” Steve asked. The moving bruised corpses were a mocking gesture.
“Let us leave,” Julian urged and tried to open the door. But the door refused to open.
Footsteps briefly took their attention and in the middle of the room stood Nik. His hands open, and his legs firmly on the ground.
“Nik!” Julian cried, relief to see his friend alive despite the horrors they had been through. Steve however saw the smile on Nik’s face.
“Welcome….to my crib,” Nik said, amusingly and laughed his heart out. “Fear me for I am Deimos!”. With those utterances his eyes glowed red and his fangs appeared.
Julian and Steve pushed themselves against the wall, unable to believe what they just saw. But another surprise they did not expect. One of the “puppet’s” head looked up and smiled. A face they did not believe was able to come back from the dead. Everything made sense now. Everything that happened now had an explanation. The murders that were done were now seemed possible.
***
The girls reached the jetty’s guard house. Rain came heavily again, with winds that could uproot trees. They took cover from the rain and from a distance; they saw a human figure, staggering towards them. The iron rods from the mansion were still in their hands and with it they stood guard. The face drew close and unbelievably, with rejoice Ka Phin saw the face of Nad whom they had thought were killed in the mansion room.
“Nad! How?’ Ka Phin said and ran towards Nad to give her friend a hug.
Aine saw and sighed of relief. But something was amiss. If that is Nad, then, who is the dismembered body in the room? Ka Phin took a few steps backwards and turned towards Aine, who then saw a knife stabbed into Ka Phin’s womb. Blood was inevitably flowing and Ka Phin fell to the ground.
Aine let out a scream and a pair of hands held her head from behind. With a snap, Aine lay motionless.



PS: Sorry i haven't updated the story for a long time. Hehe.  This was done in a rush, hopefully it is satisfactory. Huhu....lamak sik tulis, macam sik betul plot da...

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Chapter 21

“Should we follow the trail?” Steve asked. Having Nik with them could mean better chances of survival. They had already assumed that the basement party are perished, considering Nik is all alone, and running.
“We can’t bring Crystal up that steep tunnel,” Julian pointed out. It was true, and everyone acknowledged the fact.
“Look, we’ll stay here. You should go,” Ah Sze said.
“Okay...like this. If within 30 minutes we haven’t gotten back, I want you guys to go to the jetty carefully. Watch your backs,” Julian gave the girls instructions. Aine nodded, paying attention as she shivers. The wind was whistling and the trees seemed they were trying to fight the rough winds. Leaves were flying about, and the dark clouds covered the sun’s light. Julian and Steve left the girls to look for Nik.
The boys left, and climbed the steep tunnel.
“I think this is a bad idea. For God’s sakes, let’s just turn back,” Steve said.
“No wait. Here, there are footprints. Let’s just follow it,” Julian said. Steve forced his legs to follow, and trailed the footprints on the sands.  After a long walk, and several contemplations to return to the girls, they saw light beneath a door at the end of the tunnel.
“That must be Nik!” Julian exclaimed and rushed to the door.
***
As feared, the boys did not return. Aine refused to leave though 45 minutes have gone by without any news. Ah Sze and Ka Phin thus figured they should leave for the jetty. Aine had to follow as staying alone would be terrifying.
They dragged Crystal, and slowly, reached the jetty. They took shelter in a small abandoned small guard hut. There was no door.
***
“Why are you doing this? Let us go!” Nurul yelled. Her feet banged the cage.
Menn was sharpening pen knife, grinning but ignoring his prisoner’s pleas. Sarah was chained at the hands by the walls. Nik was nowhere to be seen.
“Menn! Please!” Nurul yelled again.
“Phobos,” Menn said.
“What?” Nurul asked. Menn’s voice was deeper than usual.
“I am Phobos,” Menn said, and stood up. His eyes glowed. The girls backed to the walls, afraid of the sight that was before them.
“I was once worshipped by men. Ironic is it not? Menn....men..,” Phobos spoke, and giggled at his own pun.
“You are not Menn?” Wawa asked carefully.
“Do I look like a mortal?” Phobos asked, rather amused. His hands waved the pen knife.
“If you are not a mortal, why do you use a mortal’s weapon?” Nurul asked, and the logic was undeniably questionable.
“We were trapped. In purgatory...But good James freed us. Amateur fool. He did not complete the rituals,” Menn, or Phobos said. “And we have to do it ourselves. As you humans say often, if you want to get it done, do it yourself”.
“Why us?” Nurul asked.
“Why not?” he giggled and returned to his seat.
“Let us go!” Nurul yelled but then, dropped to the ground. A pen knife was sticking out of her chest.
“Shh...too noisy,” Phobos said. Sarah screamed but muffled as she tried to keep her mouth shut. Nurul was lying on the ground, bleeding. Wawa gasped, hurried to Nurul’s side and was about to pull the knife out when Phobos said, “you sure? That’s a bad bad decision”. He leaned back to watch the scared girls trapped in the cage.
They cried in fear.
Phobos, the Greek god of Fear, again felt delight and pleasure as he would thousands of years ago.

PS: This is just fiction...i am as some would be aware, influenced very much by the series Supernatural. Lol. :D Hope it does not offend anyone...

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

I iz 25~~

I am number four.... *buat muka serious*...

I are baboon.....can i haz cheezburger? *teteyba mengidam mcD*

Muahaha....today I am officially 25 years freaking old.... Before i slept, i thought to myself, i should wake up early tomorrow...ya know, buang tabiat, since i am 25 years old. But this morning, when it was 5 am, i woke up and said to myself..."meh..F*** this shit, i need my sleep* and i dozed off...till 9am.

Today was like any other day....except, i am a year older, that's it.. and of course i received calls from my beloved minions...i mean uh...friends... :D whom i miss so much. Its good to hear ya guys... XD.

Today was particularly....gloomy... Yes, the whether was gloomy too...Lol...but this would be the first time  my birthday without family or friends... It struck me yesterday a little, but today...BAM! It struck me flat in the face. Lol.

*opps...mommy dearest calling*

Where was i? *read the text moron* Yes..well...

*stupid internet....had to delay 3 hours to send this*

As I was saying...the realization that I am 25 years old just dawned on me.. It feels like just a few days ago, i got out from high school, and into Maktab..and into UKM. And now, I am in SMK Kabong, *pronounced as Kabuong*.,  a teacher. Life is unbelievably quick.. Lol

I had students coming to my work place, wishing me Happy Birthday, and gave me a simple birthday card. If i had a board, i'd display it..Haha... But to tell you the truth, the excitement is gone. Maybe cause I'm far away from the people i love...or maybe, i'm getting old.

OMAIGAD!!!!

I"M 25 YEARS OLD!!!!


I still have no idea what 25 means....I wasted 25 years of my life not knowing what to do with it. Ahaks. Well, live life to the fullest!!


Ps: In the spirit of celebration, i cooked myself something extra special...not that i have much of a choice...
It has broccoli...and tofu. XD
Nad: Wow...this looks nice...
Nadiah: thank you XD go on, eat it..
Nad: *on nom nom nom*....mmm..delicious..!
Siti: Could lessen the salt though...
Nad: Shut up..

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Chapter 20

“Humans are funny creatures. When there is danger before them, rarely do they act. They cower in fear, their stink fills the air. But when they are not there within the real danger, they criticise. Should do this...should do that. I find them disgusting, yet interesting. Predictable, yet fascinating. Look at those people, oblivious. Cronos does wonders to the mind”.
The rain started to pour down heavily again. Those who were at the lounge were waiting in fear and contemplate to leave.
“We should just leave this place,” Steve said, eyes scanning the lounge.
“I think we have nothing to lose if we leave this place anyways. We should just go out, wait at the jetty, and defend ourselves there,” Julian said, agreeing with his friend.
“But Crystal...” Ka Phin hinted.
“We’ll just build a stretcher...Here look. Steve, watch my back,” Julian said and entered the nearest room on the ground floor. He threw the mattress and took the wooden planks that supported the mattress on the bed. Julian dragged comforters and blankets and fashioned the things he took into a stretcher. Others watched as Julian assembled it quickly, rushing against unknown time. They carefully placed Crystal onto the stretcher and proceeded to the door.
The rain hadn’t stop, but there was no danger they presume. Better than sitting waiting for death to come they thought, well at least Julian did. They brought along iron rods with them for weapons, should there be any threats coming their way.
They walked and walked down the road, wet and cold. Terrified and fearful. The party walked down the path, similar route Shafiq and his companions took. Suddenly, a bustling of leaves kept the party still. From far away, they could see a person, Nik running away with a terrified look upon his face. He ran, crossing the road and disappears again into the forest. Julian, assumed that he was running from the killer that he told everyone to hide in the forest, following Nik’s trail should he needed help. The stretcher was slowing them down, and soon, they lost the sight of Nik.
“Damn it!” Julian cursed.
“We should just go that way...slowly,” Steve suggested, considering the last direction they lost Nik was to the east. They did and carefully, they ventured further into the wet and dense forest.
“Look out for behind us. The killer might be onto us as well,” Ka Phin warned, and cautiously they manoeuvred through the thick plants and trees. They walked and walked, once in a while, tripped and fell. They had scraped their knees and sprained their ankles
A sight of a tunnel raised their hopes, and they came upon it though hidden by veins of tress and leaves. It had seemed it was disturbed, possibly by Nik.
“I’m sure Nik came through here. Look,” Ah Sze said and showed them foot prints visibly seen on the dirt.
“Let’s go in,” Ah Sze said, leading them inside. They were hesitant, but the rain became heavier, and strong wind blew. They had no choice but to take cover. 

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Sorry it took too long. This was done a month ago, but never got to post it...I was hesitant to put it up coz i dunno what comes next, but now i have a rough idea.

:)

Saturday, February 18, 2012

So far in the life of Cikgu Siti...Omaigad...Siti..oh...*puke*

Many may now know, that Siti....*oh god...heart attack*... is in Kabuuong...thats how they pronounce Kabong.... Lol... Its basically a tiny winie...town in Saratok. The drive takes about 5-6hours from Kuching..

First impression was of course, pleasing. I love the beach, and the beach takes less than 5 minutes worth of walking from school. The school, duh, is a small school. It has two sessions, morning and afternoon. It was nice and dandy. Until.....two weeks ago.

Omaigad. The tigers have shown their stripes. The boogey man has undo his fairy costume. I feel like I'm in supernatural, where one minute you are in heaven, and the next, hell. Or...well, purgatory? The principal is a nice..nice...nice man. Too nice....too nice to the point during a meeting, a teacher blasted him over an issue. He just smiled and gave little excuses...like a boy would when explaining why he had taken a cookie from a cookie jar after brushing his teeth before bed time. Hah. =.="v apakah?

As the new teacher, i of course expected a lot of work, but i did not expect a mountain of unrealistic goals. I will swear to myself, i shall help the next new comer so she or he would not feel like shit as i have. Don't get me start on the work....sigh... but one i shall say, who the hell writes a script for a debate? Imagine this debate.
THBT coke is the way to go.

debater: I would like to define coke as a type of beverage
scripted idiot: i accept that definition. my 1st point, my point is that coke is a type of drug. It will cause some social issue thingy.
debator: On that point ma'am, we had defined coke as a beverage.
scripted idiot: Onto my next point, coke, is also responsible for the drug cartels in mexico to reign in power.
debator: on that point, we've limited the context to malaysia.. and what the hell does coca cola have anything to do with drugs?

you get what i mean? But noooo they want me to write scripts for 3 speakers, 4 speeches(in parliamentary style), for both sides, predicting all outcomes, for 4 freaking motions. How, on this great and beautiful earth, could that, even if i had a computer for a brain, even possible? Now....get this.. I am in charge of public speaking..yay...great. debate too.. Oh oh, kelab taekwando...and and...chess trainer... Hahaha! Oh, and i have 6 classes to teach, meaning 27 periods per week, not to mention form 2H, oh mai god, aren't they cute little devil's spawn. Oh yeah, i am the M.fu*****.C for the choral speaking competition and i got to know that from an interim teacher. He was, "oh, didn't you know. Me too, someone told me that i am. So im confused now..." Even the task of decorating the board, no one tells me to the face, about it. Memo ka... sms ka... email ka.... suddenly ppl come up to me, "hey, when are you decorating the board"... =.="

Fine...okay. And sometimes they ask me this and that.
ppl: cikgu, jagan lupa hantar borang pelajar untuk bulan ni..
me: what?
ppl: borang tu la cikgu. Utk kehadiran pelajar..
me: what?
ppl: yang ni la...

For goodness sakes, i just started teaching. Please, i beg you, tell me what the hell is going on. I'm not the only one frustrated. There are a bunch of us, clueless people. We didn't even know the Ko-K is starting last week...we were warned for not attending..  We were like...what the hell is going on???  Speaking of not knowing, i prepared a slideshow to teach literature... It was nice, i added emoticons, custom animations...all nice. Then came the day...

technician: oh sorry cikgu, hari ni makmal computer tak boleh di pakai..
cikgu: what?
tech: makmal dipakai untuk program lain..
cikgu: %$^&^*(&)*(..oh...terima kasih. Okay.

=.="v so i had to use chalk and talk. Well, more like marker and yell. So i gave the technician my number (for the 2nd time)...telling him, next time, if there is any changes, i would appreciate it greatly if he would just inform me. =.=" tengokla..tmrw, if he says makmal komputer isnt available, i'll burn the school.... Ah...lega.. :D

Now, to a more less depressing topic... the food i cooked. Its sortta a new experience for me. I mean, i have cooked before, but not an entire meal... the food here sucks..so i figure,heck i should cook. The worse it could turn out would be the same standard of the food here. And i must say, biased and opinionated, full of self confidence, and arrogance and perhaps desperation,...i must say, i cook good food with limited  resources. Not bad...



Its really hard to get out of the school. You need to have your own vehicle...=.=" But i take it as an adventure! And when there is some angel offering me ride, i literally look like this:-


Well, that is all for now...will be back for more...when i have time. :) Adieu...and wish me luck.. :D

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Kage

Once upon a time, my brother heard a faint meowing in the drain I think, that he soon discovered a small black kitten. It was so small, so skinny and so wet. It was very tired that it kept falling asleep. We thought it was dead or was going to die that whenever he was motionless, we'd poked and wake him up. We nurse him back to health but we were always concerned because it's head was always tilted to one side. That trait was stuck with him and we'd always make fun of it. It was cute. I named him Kage, Japanese for shadow as he was all black. But Kak Omm and Fara began calling him Minche, a character from an Indonesia drama much to my displeasure. But it stick throughout. The only one calling him Kage was me...

Kak Omm used to wrap him up and put him in the basket, and place him next to the radio playing Korean song when he was still a kitten. He would fall asleep blissfully. Fara and Farid would play with him. He was mischievous and playful. I too would join the fun. He was allowed in the house because we all loved him and he was clean and he behaves. He was a loving cat, and when we got Tsabalala, Kage would always sleep with him and care him as it it was his own. I remember how Tsabalala suckled Kage's fur at the chest, and he would lick the kitten in affection. However weird he was, Kage was a good, a very good cat. We always assume cats, or animals had no feelings, but Kage made me think otherwise, especially with his funny antics.

As he got older, he started disappearing and comes back all dirty. He did this many many times and we got used to him being missing, but he always comes back nevertheless. But, as time goes by, he was sickly and smelly. His fur began to fall and his skin was filled with cuts and scabs. I tried to bathe him and put some anticeptic but it didn't really work. He keeps disappearing anyways and comes back worse. I have to admit, i might not have done all i can to cure him. We all take him for granted. I wanted to send him to the vet, but financially, i was inadequate. I promised myself, my first paycheck I'd send him to the vet for a whole makeover. Give him all the vaccination and get him cured for whatever disease he has. Get him all healthy again.

Recently I was posted to SMK Kabong, Saratok. I was happy of course, finally, my own money i could squander on Tsabalala and Kage. I didn't even say goodbye to him. He was as usual, missing and I didn't bother to look for him anyways. He would always be at home i thought. Tsabalala was there, so i just said goodbye to him. I didn't think much of it really. Kage was always there, either sleeping or coming for food. We all never played with him anymore and he was too busy chasing girls and protecting his territory.

One night, my housemate and I had a chat, and i was telling her all about Kage and Tsabalala. Then, i got into my room. Out of the blue, my brother called me. While crying, he explained, Kage is dead. My brother had accidentally ran him over. My response was.."oh...okay. Its not your fault. Don't feel bad" and my brother hung up. I didn't feel anything. I just walked to the living room and told my housemate, Helen, and said "My brother just called...Kage is dead". I didn't feel anything.

This weekend, i got home from Kabong, because monday was a holiday. Tsabalala was there as usual, and Kage was not. After two nights at home, it still had not dawned on me. Kak Omm explained the gory details last night and it still did not sink in my head yet that Kage is gone forever. To tell you the truth, i didn't want to believe it. I mean, what do you mean he's gone? He's always there. Meowing for food. Just now, my dad talked about Kage again. Saying how gruesome it was. I started to imagine his cracked skull, his eyes half popped, and how he squirmed in pain. I remembered when he was a kitten, his head tilted to one side, running sideways when we call him. I remember still his funny voice meows,rather annoyingly. He had the funniest voice, too weird for a normal cat. It always made me smile. But now he's gone, and I didn't get to see him one last time. All those talk of getting him to the vet was all bullshit now. I don't know why I'm crying now after all these time. I really miss him. I tried to look for his picture but its gone. All of it was in my old harddisc, and it was broken ages ago. I kick myself for not keeping a picture of him. I know its stupid to cry over a cat....but i love him so much. I have wronged him many times. I should have cared for him better. Now i don't have a chance.

Monday, January 23, 2012

Random thoughts

Hmm...i was thinking these few days... Things i want to do before i die:

1. Watch opera --- At least watching Carmen would be satisfying.
2. Dance Tango --- Lol.
3. Touch the Pyramids of Giza
4. Sky diving ---- Bungee jumping comes after
5. Diving in the seas --- swimming with the dolphins would be awesome
6. Surf
7. Ski
8. Publish a book --- or a short story
9. Finish my violin lessons for real
10. Learn Kendo

Life is short. Must try ALL!!!


Thursday, January 12, 2012

Chapter 19


The Basement
“How do we get down?” Ambun asked, his eyes still adjusting to the light the collapsed room had emitted.
“I think we have to jump,” Nik suggested. Sarah remained, but the three (Ambun, Amara and Nik) decided they should go down and rescue the girls. The height from the basement floor to the newly discovered floor was about 3-4 metres high. If they could hold from the metal bar of the cage to soften their fall, they could reach it without injuring themselves.
Nik went first, followed by Ambun and then, Amara who amazes herself of her own bravery. Sarah remained, unable to bring herself to jump into the room.
“Wawa! Wendy!” Amara called out, while rattling the cage to try and open it. It had no doors, and they scanned the room for anything that could break the iron rods.

The room, a dungeon renovated, was wide. It had chains linked to the walls, and a huge tapestry hung from one of the walls, covering it entirely with the image of an Egyptian figure: a woman with the head of a lion and much clear version of the other symbol, the figure of a hippopotamus with the head of a wasp. Amara recognized the lion head goddess as Sekhmet, and deduced that the symbols were in fact referring to the figure of the tapestry.
The girls finally awoke, coughing from the dust and cleaned debris of their bodies. No one was injured, but shaken of course.
“This must be their lair. Or whatever it is..,” Amara said and looked around. There was only a door at the far corner of the room that should be their way out. Amara went to the door only to find it was locked from the outside. She kicked the door in frustration, hurting her toe at the same time. Everyone knew they were trapped nevertheless, based on Amara’s temper towards the door that could mean freedom from this gruesome place.
Ambun and Nik were trying still of ways to get the girls out, as Amara studied the walls and the books there. Many of them were books written in French, German and even Italian, but as Amara scanned through the book quickly, she saw a modern looking book, titled “Mythology for dummies” assuming the killer had use it for reference for their stupid demon worship conquest. There were scribbles everywhere, but the symbols that were on the wall were present in the pages of the book. Finally, they knew what those symbols mean. The book was conveniently marked, as if wanting the readers to know... (Face it; I am very lazy to elaborate. Stress you know  - ala Qmar)
“Guys look... the symbols that we saw. It means, Deimos and Phobos.. The Greek gods of fear and dread,” Amara read out the passage as she felt goose bumps of the revelation.
“What? They were trying to learn about the Greek gods? And what, conjure them? That’s stupid! We are losing our lives to some ancient fiction!” Nurul exploded with anger. She kicked the iron rod but fell on her back.
“It looks like the scribbles aren’t notes to learn...here look,” Amara showed Ambun, “it looks like corrections”.
“Don’t tell me they are self proclaimed experts on the matter,” Amara slammed the book shut and threw it on the floor. The sound of the book hitting the floor was drowned by a metal sound that sounded like a huge sliding lock.
A familiar face popped out of the door. It was Menn, wet and dirty. He looked scared and relieved at the same time.
“Oh thank God!” Wawa exclaimed in relief.
“Guys! How’d you get here?” Menn asked, carefully entering the room. “What is this place?”
“We went to check out the basement. They fell in from there,” Ambun said, pointing to the huge gap on the ceiling. Menn looked up, and saw Sarah waving nervously.
“What happened to you anyway?” Ambun asked, remembering the killer had taken both Hua Chien and Shafiq’s head.
“Hua Chien was attacked, and I had to run into the woods. I hope Shafiq is alright...,” he explained but no one had the heart to tell him of Shafiq’s fate. “I walked and saw this tunnel,” Menn pointed to the door, “which then led me here”.
“Sarah, you have to jump down,” Nik instructed, and Sarah nodded in agreement. When Sarah was down, Menn took a metal rod lying nearby which was easily hidden by the shadows, to which everyone thought he was going to pry the cage open. Stretching his arms for the rod, Amara saw a glimpse of red stain on his sleeve.
“Are you hurt?” Amara asked, concerned, but Menn stood up and looked directly at everyone. His mouth carved into the most crooked smile everyone had ever seen. His eyes were glowing red, and his teeth were jagged and sharp.  He swung the rod, hitting Ambun’s head, splitting it open. 

Ps: Muahhahaha!!! I hope I don't have any glaring grammar mistakes. Too lazy to edit it.. and had to cut it short. It was too long for a chapter. If there is any inconsistencies, do tell and i'll fix it.  

Chapter 18

The Lounge
The fall of Zainal surprises the lot, but the close encounter had given them the size of the killer’s body. He was smaller than Zainal, as if it was a boy, shorter by a few cm, maybe 10cms...they could not know for sure. But the killer’s body seemed unnaturally small to display such strength. The killer had used a baggy windbreaker, so they could not tell of the gender as well. Julian shared his thoughts, but Ka Phin pointed out adrenalin could make anyone display extraordinary strength. The murder they witnessed provided them with a clue.
When they covered Zainal’s body, they searched for the paper he was talking about. It was not with him; perhaps it fell onto the corridor floor. To go up the stairs was out of the question, it was like a forbidden place to be. The killer might still hang around the second floor awaiting his or perhaps her chance for an easy kill.
They went to check on Crystal, thinking they need to deal with another body. Fortunately, Crystal was still breathing and alive, but unconscious. Ka Phin tried to wake her, patting her cheeks but Crystal did not wake.
“Let’s move her to the lounge. Careful with the neck, she might hurt her spine,” Ka Phin instructed her friends. With a Red Crescent background, Ka Phin knew she cannot risk if injuries to the head or to the neck is concerned. Crystal’s neck was bruising; it was pertinent to take great care of her neck. They sat around Crystal hoping for her to open her eyes.
“Where could they be?” Ah Sze asked and scanned the room. All of them had their guard on. Their numbers are decreased significantly. They must be alert and ready to defend if they were to get out of the island alive.
The Basement
A sudden creak followed by a slam alerted the party. Light from the stairs vanished. Someone had closed the grill door and the entrance of the basement. They kicked and pushed the grill, but it did not open. Only one person each could try opening it as the stairs were too narrow for all to try at once. They yelled with all their might for those in the lounge for help, but the voices could not penetrate the thick bricked wall.
“There must be a way out of here!” Wendy cried as she lights the walls with her phone flash, hoping for a hidden door somewhere that could lead to their escape. Nik was still trying to open the grill, and the others scanned the walls for tunnels, anything that they could escape with.
“There is no way I’m going to die here!” Nurul said, frustrated. It took them almost half an hour before they stopped and sat down against the wall, sighing...and in Sarah’s case, crying.
Nik gave up, trying to free them and moved towards his friends. But his sight was caught onto a brown paper, soaked in the puddle of water. He was about to reach for it when Wawa call.
“Guys...guys,” Wawa called out to her friends as she tapped the floor with the soles of her shoes, “do you hear that?” Everyone had their attention to Wawa, who has not given up examining the walls since.
“Do you notice that?” Wawa asked again.
“What? You’re into tap dancing now?” Amara asked, annoyed.
“No, just come here,” Wawa instructed and all gathered around her. Her pig-rabbit doll was still clutched in her arms, never leaving her sight. She hit the floor again, trying to prove a point to her friends.
“Its hallow!” Nurul exclaimed, “There must be a room below. Or a tunnel. We could use it to get out of here!”
“But how do we get in?” Wawa hit it again but things happened so quickly for her to realize the floor had collapsed. Wawa, Wendy and Nurul fell from the collapsed floor, and dust from the crumbling bricks clouded their vision.
“Nurul!”Ambun cried. The dust from the collapsed floor had not yet settled. Their visibilities of their friends were impeded. Ambun grew worried.
It took a few moments for the dust to settle fot the group realize that the collapsed floor reveal not a tunnel, but a huge room, lit with candle sticks, and books nicely stands on the shelf, with similar symbols painted on the walls. Only it was new and clear. The room as it turns out was supporting the basement floor with huge pillars. It seemed like a dungeon, renovated for suitable living condition. But the most terrifying revelation was that the three girls had fallen into a cage. The collapsed floor was no accident. It was planned. 
Ps: Ceh, i wanted to reveal at least one of the killers but when i wrote it all, it was too long. Have to edit. Lol. I promise you, the story will end soon. Well, Im sure one of the killers is pretty obvious for you to guess it anyways. Sorry for the terrible artwork...i dunno how to draw a collapsed floor. 

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Chapter 17

The Lounge
“Why aren’t they back yet? If feels like they’ve gone forever” Aine asked to Ka Phin, who sat next to her.
“They just left five minutes ago,” Steve answered, trying to ease the terribly anxious girl.
“Let’s have a look...just to make sure they’re alright,” Zainal suggested, hoping to at least have someone to follow him so he could do the deed. He tried to appear calm rather than being suspiciously nervous.
“Cry....Crystal... Why don’t you follow me?” Zainal asked.
“I rather stay here... We’ll check on them in another 10 minutes...We should just sit tight for now,” Crystal declined the offer much to Zainal’s disappointment. The chance has not yet arisen and he is growing impatient to leave the island.
They waited and waited till all agreed that it had taken them too long to venture the basement.
“Let’s have a look...just to make sure they are okay..,” finally Crystal suggested herself. Zainal tried to move calmly, leading Crystal to the kitchen. They peek at the side of the kitchen entrance, to see if there is anyone in the kitchen, but it was silent. The kitchen was without a soul, things unmoved.
“How did they get into the basement? Crystal asked, examining the place for obvious doors that could lead the other party to the basement, but none were seen. The refrigerator Nik had moved was back in its place, unaware by both Zainal and Crystal that it was the entrance they were looking for, but Zainal was not paying attention to any of Crystal’s utterance. He was looking for a way to kill Crystal instantly.
Crystal tried every door available, but to no avail. Frustrated she turned quickly behind to ask Zainal what they should do, only to find him holding a screwdriver with both his hands and shaking, unmoved.
“Are..are you the killer?” Crystal asked, backing away.
“I...I....No...I...,” Zainal stuttered his speech, trying to fight his hesitance.
Crystal’s sudden move to run snapped Zainal from his frozen state, knowing she would mislead the others that he was the killer. His reflexes prompt him to grab Crystal, to make her stop, and to explain, that he did not mean to kill her. But the sudden jerk made Crystal slipped, and her neck banged on the edge of the marble kitchen counter. She lay motionless on the tiled floor as Zainal was shocked on the accident. However, another realization made him weak at the knees. Steve was at the entrance, and had witness the entire scene. Quickly he ran to the others in the lounge and Zainal followed behind, trying to justify, clarify everything that had happened.
“Zainal killed Crystal!!” Steve yelled.
“No..I didn’t. It was an accident!!” Zainal defended himself.
“You pushed her!” Steve yelled again, afraid of his own friend.
“No I didn’t! I was trying to explain! I..didn’t!” Zainal defended again.
Ah Sze, Ka Phin, Julian and Aine were taken aback by the sudden exchange could not do anything but take arms. They took the iron rod from the fireplace nevertheless, though confused.
“What do you mean? Jenal? You killed Crystal??” Julian asked. Zainal backed onto the stairs as his friends, now sceptics of his innocence, had close in to him. He ascended the stairs till he was at the corridor.
“I had to!” Zainal said.
“What do you mean you had to?! Did you kill the others as well? Were you the killer??” Ka Phin asked, threatening him. She was fierce than anyone had ever seen in their six years together.
“Look! Look! I got this paper!” Zainal took the brown paper the killer gave him. Zainal’s mention of the paper struck familiarity to Steve. He too had the paper the killer gave him, and now he knows, he is not the only one. Steve wanted to do the same thing and took out his to vouch for Zainal’s claims. Although he saw Zainal causing Crystal to fall, he now knows why. Zainal is not the killer. He was sure.
“The killer gave it to me. It says...” Zainal was about to reveal the contents of the paper but saw the horrified faces of Julian and Ka Phin who were still at the foot of the stairs. They were looking intently to something other than him. Quickly he turned behind to a hooded figure. He was close enough to see the face though the corridor was without light, which was impossible for others downstairs. Zainal was speechless, his eyes widen and everything, all unexplainable events, made sense now. Before he could say anything, the hooded figure pushed him with unbelievable strength from the corridor. His landing to the floor head first caused a cracked sound. He laid motionless, eyes open, and brain matter oozing out of his skull.

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Ps: I wonder if you guys can guess the killer. Lol. I hope my story will turn out "logical" in the end... Having major low self esteem issues at the moment...due to unemployment and the uncertainty of our future..... I need a therapist. :D Then again, i will persevere!! THIS IS SPARTAAA!! *kick my cat off the bed*