And Life's Like That?

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go blog bonerhead

But I can't really blog right now, so in lieu of a groundbreaking new post, here's a picture of a rabbit.

I won't pretend I haven't been deeply uninspired for some time. That hasn't really changed though.

A blogger needs an original idea, or at least an opinion to keep things interesting. I'm still lacking in those departments, mainly cause there's too much going on right now.

I'm back at my keys now because of your encouragements and even threats (thanks). And also the fact that I have to go through my blog on the way to all yours and I can't stand to keep seeing the same old post every time I do.

A snapshot of life on the internet. Now it's been said that there's no actual way to win a flame war, but this could probably change the laws of social science. Forever.

Step 1: Anonymous person makes disparaging remark.

Step 2: The conflict escalates into a flame war.

Step 3: Guan Xiong swoops in and saves the day.

The Blackout

As Lisha once said, I did good today.

Well actually it was yesterday, but this one sounds so much better, wouldn't you agree?

So you might have noticed that I haven't been active much since the Australians got here, and even for a while after they left.

Them.

There's been a lot of hype about them while they were here, and unless you live under the proverbial rock you would have seen them at some point or another as they failed completely at blending into the crowd here at school.

I haven't really got a lot of good pictures unlike the last time, but I will post them as they come.

On to the real issues.

Yellow > Blue
Blue > Green
Green > Red

Congrats yellow. Even though I have so many friends who are blue, it's the one house I couldn't stand to see win (again).

Sorry guys but it's true. No other house makes such a big deal out of winning. Jason Woi says it's because your house hasn't won in like, ten years or something, but just about everyone else wanted to see you fall as a house, no matter how much we like you all individually.

Which really says a lot about... bleh. Writer's block.

Do you get this picture? No?

It's a graphic representation of Friday morning, when Seah and I stumbled into the midst of a blue house pep talk. Peako was giving the talk and wearing his I-Don't-Like-This-Color green shirt.

It's a green shirt with the words I Don't Like This Color written on the back. I think I gave him that idea, but I'm not really sure.

So there we were, the two of us, standing shoulder to shoulder, surrounded by aliens, and there were a lot more blues than you see in the picture.

Peako: We're four points up, and tomorrow we can show the whole school, along with these two here that blue house is the best. Move along la... go and have your own pep talk!
Jun Ian: Oh, we're just going to mooch off yours.
Peako: You see? Everyone wants to be part of the winning house.
Jun Ian: What color are you wearing? Doesn't look like blue.
Peako: Can you read what it says on the back?
Jun Ian: Uhm, nope... the color too nice already...

Sports day ended on a pretty anticlimatic note though. Although yellow only won by ten points, it was hard to be excited when you couldn't hear the announcements.

Bzzt bzzt... red house!

The crowd cheers, and Wee Lik screams. I was like STFU man I can't hear what they're saying. And he tells me he can't hear them either.

Bzzt bzzt... green house!

The crowd cheers again, and none of us know why, but there are trophies being handed out.

This went on for awhile.

Bzzt bzzt... blue house!

And blue house starts jumping up and down, and someone says they just won gymrama (which it turns out they didn't).

Bzzt bzzt... yellow house!

This time, Peako drops to his knees, and admist the confusion you see the House Cup so you can kinda figure out what's happening.

Heck, even the PBSM won a trophy for... something.

Guan Xiong > Chuck Norris

Green house unleashed the beast that day. Guan Xiong won four golds and three silvers, even after not taking part in 400m and being disqualified from the 800m for turning up late.

Do I really have to tell you how fast he is?

His brother won the performance trophy though (broke two records when Guan Xiong only broke one), which has made us wonder if his family line is the result of centuries of crossbreeding or something.

While a Tangelo does sound pretty cool, shouldn't it be called a Tangrape or a Grangerine or something?

Guan Xiong confirmed this today, when he told us about his parents. And not in the way he once told us about his sister.

Guan Xiong: My sister? Like dog only la. Annoying like cibai.

As it turns out his mom set a disc-throwing record at some girls school in Sarawak that hasn't been broken to this day. And his dad? His dad plays chess.

Which explains so much.

Well, cybersports day, which took place in a nearby cybercafe roughly half an hour after sports day, was so much better.

More than three solid hours of CounterStrike seperated the men from the boys and showed us how the individual houses would fare if we actually had an interhouse cybersports day

Jenq Yan > Daniel > Brian

Brian is solid, and Daniel strikes fear with flashbangs and bunny hops, but Jenq Yan is to CounterStrike what Guan Xiong is to track (as in track and field, you know, running).

Godlike.

Yellow didn't even have a rep here. Jon, perhaps, or maybe even Eugene.

When we first started playing, there was a guy in a school shirt who was just leaving. Said he's been there for three hours already. Clever.

Anyway, more on mascots next time.

OMFB

Okay, though I did intially promise that the next update would be a video of me and Hari poking a lion, dances come first because that's in bigger demand.

Also, so I don't forget, I have plans to blog about mascots, shirt designs, sports and the aussies.

Just a reminder.

Click to watch.

Click to watch.

Okay I know they look the same but the one on top is the Indian dance, and the one below is the Chinese dance. The Malay dance is only like two minutes so I won't upload it unless someone requests it.

Okay? Okay.

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There was a video screen at IU day. It was made by Wilkin and me and some of the board and was supposed to be really good. Unfortunately the teachers behind the wheel in the projector room messed up my sound and played lounge music instead.

The injustice burns with the heat of a thousand suns.

Luckily I have this blog, and I have youtube, so you can now... you know.

Click to watch.

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Jess plays Hands Down at the Interact IU Day!

Click to watch.

Told you there'd be updates.

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The aussies are here and they are awesome.

Jun Ian is hosting Marc Gangemi, the smallest guy, so he will not be actively involved in the blogosphere for about a week.

This does not mean you should forsake the blog. I might still upload things.

This post will be removed eventually.

Karma

Yup... they're coming. This Wednesday night! If you can you should definitely come and chill with our Australian friends. They are very cool.

Okay? Okay. I'm very tired right now since I slept only two hours last night. I plan to sleep by ten today. There is a video to keep you occupied.

It is not entirely about penguins kissing, but you should watch it. Your time will be well spent and I would like to have your opinion on it (cause I made it).

Click on the picture to watch the video.

Yup... I've been iPimped.

Gelaskin. Protects entire iPod except sides. Costs RM 69 normally but currently on 10% discount at Gizmo in 1 Utama.

Check out their other amazing designs here.

We're Always Right

Peako thinks he's so smart. Don't tell the public Dr M is starting a guerrilla revolution, he says.

But oh gosh look! He really is!

Well the paper says it's a war not a revolution, but I say that's a matter of opinion!

And now to more serious things.

Peako (again) tells me that the government might make us register our blogs.

And this information comes from this website, as brought to his attention by Pinkpot.

Now, I would really encourage that you click on that link, but if you're afraid of finger cramps or something, here's the full article.

Proposal to register Malaysian bloggers

Malaysia's deputy communications minister, Shaziman Abu Mansorr, says bloggers may be forced to register their names to avoid unjust claims being posted on the Internet.

It comes after Malaysia's Prime Minister, Abdullah Ahmad Badawi, and a number of other ministers have launched attacks on Malaysian bloggers and internet surfers, accusing them of spreading lies about the government.

One prominent blogger, Marina Mahathir, daughter of former Prime Minister Mahathir Mohammad, has told Radio Australia's Katie Hamann it shows the Malaysian government is threatened by the freedom afforded by the medium.

"I think they're very sensitive right now because of the stuff that's coming out of the blogs," she said, speaking on the Connect Asia program.

"If you read the blogs and you read the mainstream media, there is a clear difference or clear gap between what's reported on the blogs and what's reported in the mainstream papers.

"Some things are simply not appearing in the mainstream papers which leads people to question why."

Blogs have seen an increase in popularity as Malaysians take to cyberspace to discuss politics and social issues.

Susan Loone, a Malaysian blogger and co-ordinator of Bloggers United, says Malaysia's 11 million internet users are relying increasingly on blogs for their news.

"Those who read blogs every day and those who are on the internet and read online news, I think they do believe blogs because more and more blogs are actually exposing stories which are later picked up by the newspapers," she said.

Okay! So what are they saying exactly?

Some Malaysian bloggers and internet surfers have been spreading lies about the government.

Yeah okay I mean it's the internet you guys making us register our blogs is not going to stop all the idiots you know from getting together each morning and finding new ways to make your lives hell.

If there is anyone here who has not read the article about Malaysia on Uncyclopedia now would be the time.

Incest is Malaysians' main hobby. To encourage the team spirit Malays like to organise themselves into gangs when conducting rapes and that is called a gang rape. That's why in 2007 Malaysian tourist board came up with slogan: Visit Malaysia 2007 and experience the true gang rape! They have opened what is called a cultural village where a visitor can experience rape by men from various cultures. Fuck these dumb motherfuckers who rape even their goddamn bloody grandmas. i know a person called don shue who raped his own goddamn rabbit. His penis is so short that it happens to fit the small cute little rabbit perfectly.

There's a lot more where that came from, if you like that kind of thing. There are a lot more topics like Malaysian history, culture, Warcraft and Friendster. Sure it's kind of crude and vulgar but everyone likes to read dumb things once in a while.

Is that the reason why the government wants to register blogs? If it isn't then what is?

This could be part of the problem.

And this is probably the other part.

Guys I don't know you really so I'm not going to say anything about you two personally but racism is disgusting.

What makes you want to publicly bash malays? Because the other guy is doing it? Because you want to win Blog of the Month?

That's like the time Than Shwe (the brutal dictator of Myanmar) slayed millions in a last-minute push to become Time Magazine's Man of the Year.

Yes, you can become Man of the Year for bad things. That title goes to whoever made the most impact on the world, for better or for worse.

Just so you know, neither of you is going to win for that.

Back to the censorship.

First we registered our phones. Fine. Just makes it a little harder for us to carry two numbers or more. And now if I'm getting messages from a stalker the government can tell me who that stalker is.

But blogs?

If they keep this up, I'm starting a petition. And I hope to get all of your support.

The High Life

There are two notes of interest I would like to bring to your attention before we begin.

The first is this: high jumpers of Wesley Methodist School, please be informed that Lee Ju Hann is your God. He is a man not taller than myself, but he broke the 153 on his way to becoming the form four gold medalist. And did I mention he's in green house too?

This is Ju Hann. Well not really.

And the second: from what I've seen of them so far the form four dancers are really good. They were having concert auditions today and I watched them for a real long time cause it was hard to look away. The girls are pretty good, I noticed Ain, Carmen and Sandra, but the star of the show has to be Deepaq.

The guy mixes his indian moves with hip hop steps that make a solid if not unbeatable combination. From what I saw, looks like he's been watching You Got Served alot too. I recognized at least three sets from the movie.

I'm really nervous about how good they are since I don't wanna be in anything less than the best dance during this year's concert.

I can imagine how last year's form fives felt when the best dance wasn't by the form fives but the form fours and I would hate to have to go through that.

When I say that I mean this.

Last year when Keangston made his end of year speech he mentioned his experience in "the best dance in the concert" and I was like no Keangston you weren't in Grease... then it turns out he was talking about America and I was like yeah right get real man but I didn't say anything cause he was leaving school and everyone knew he was wrong anyway.

I don't want to say I'm in the best dance we've got unless that's really true.

We haven't got Brian, Sanjay or Jon and now that Brian's watched Stomp The Yard he's on fire with ideas for his African dance. And it's gonna be tough to one up him cause that movie was seriously good.

Screaming, hollering and awesomeness.

If we're the third best dance this concert I'm going to jump off a bridge.

Well not really.

That's all I had to say about stuff right now.

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So you step back and breathe in. You loosen up, you stretch and you bounce a few times to make sure everyone knows it's you they should be watching.

And you feel their eyes on you as you're given the all clear and you run towards the bar, slowly for effect, and you feel their eyes on you, and you're starting to get a little nervous.

But as you draw nearer, the pressure evaporates, along with the crowd, and all that matters is you and the bar. Your mind frees itself of distractions as the bar looms ahead, and you speed up, already smiling because you've done it before and your body automatically knows what to do.

And your legs lift and you soar through the air.

The launch is perfect. The whole world slows down around you as you ascend, and your back arcs up and your head falls back.

For a moment, you're vaguely aware of the crowd again as their excitement reaches its peak. They're waiting to see if you pass, and you smile at their uncertainty.

In your mind, it's already done. And the truth is it was over long ago, the truth is it was over as soon as you made the decision to jump. All that remains is to clear the bar. And you do. Bright lights flash in your mind as every image burns a snapshot into your memory to savor over and over again.

Then you land intact, your back to the mat, and the crowd roars. The song of their applause and their cheers reach every fibre of your being. And your heart soars, flying even higher than you did just seconds ago. Then you rise, head held high and arms outstretched, savoring every moment. The moment lifts you on high as you run back to the starting point. You feel like their praise could give you wings.

They're still cheering.

It feels even better than being on stage. All those times you were an entertainer, but this time you're a hero.

The bar is raised. The others don't do so well but you're still brimming with confidence. You've cleared this height before and the audience has you pumped.

Your turn comes and you do everything the same, your mind working to remember all the steps and all the angles. But the bar draws closer and something's definitely wrong. But there's nothing you can do about it so you try anyway.

The launch is... less than perfect. The world slows down again but it doesn't last very long. You clear the bar but some part of you strikes it and it falls, and the crowd's disappointment is obvious. You shake your head slowly as you get up. It was close. You've cleared this height before. You can do it again.

So you try again. This time you scrape past the bar and for a moment you think you've made it, and so does the watching crowd. Then the bar shakes and falls, and you've got one more try.

You don't quite make it.

You could give any number of reasons why you failed, but somehow you feel like it was just bad luck. You're disappointed, but not devastated.

You gave it your all, though it wasn't your best. And that might not make sense to anyone else, but it means everything to you.

"Glory, Brian. One word. Glory." - Sanjay

You Heard Me

April Fool's Joke #1

Jun Ian & Jamie vs Mahadi

At 00:16:19 this morning.

Jamie: chuck norris isn't in the hospital
Jamie: the hospital is in chuck norris
junian: oh shit you suck
Jamie: why because i popped your little bubble of chuck norris? xp
junian: okay
junian: we both tell mahadi that chuck norris in hospital
junian: are you talking to him now
Jamie: yeah huh
junian: put that in your name and i tell him
junian: you dont say anything but put in your name
Jamie: put what? chuck norris in hospital?
junian: yeah
Jamie: now? xp
junian: remember he's having a testicular operation
junian: now

* Jamie has changed his/her personal message to CHUCK NORRIS IS IN THE HOSPITAL!

Jamie: ah uhm okay (: now what?
junian: we wait
Jamie: okay. elevator music plays.

So!

junian: mahadi!
Mahadi (ci) : mmhmm...
junian: did you know
junian: CHUCK NORRIS MASUK HOSPITAL
junian: not so invincible after all
Mahadi (ci) : why
junian: testicular operation
junian: o.o
junian: for wearing tight jeans

Meanwhile!

Mahadi: oi noob
Mahadi: chuck norris in hospital
Jamie: damn sad right. we should send get well card
Mahadi: send get well card to me la
Mahadi: im damn emo now la

Back to us!

Mahadi (ci) : i always expected hard gay to get one before norris
Mahadi (ci) : heck i would never expect norris to get that
junian: hard gay already kena before what
junian: hip injury
Mahadi (ci) : serious arr
Mahadi (ci) : norris... haha
Mahadi (ci) : balls of steel too heavy
junian: lol
junian: theres an article
junian: wait i find
Mahadi (ci) : IS THIS AN APRIL FOOLS JOKE!?!?

BUSTED! :P

April Fool's Joke #2

Jun Ian & Jamie vs Peako

Peako reads Jamie's personal message.

peako: WTF
peako: chuck norris is in the hospital??

So!

Jamie: HAHA. interested? (:
junian: okay wait
junian: i know how
Jamie: mm so how you wanna play this?
Jamie: yeah smooth la
junian: hold off
junian: tell him its on my blog
junian: not yet
junian: NOT YET
Jamie: okay. uh. say when
junian: is he suspicious?

Is he?

Jamie: yeah. testicular operation
Jamie: damn tragic right?
peako: when???
peako: link??
Jamie: you're so outdated
Jamie: how can you not know?
peako: lol
peako: oh
peako: cheyy
peako: that operation
peako: ah
Jamie: you know?

Then!

junian: okay im done
junian: tell him its on my blog

The bait!

peako: he finally updated
Jamie: yeah
Jamie: first post on the top la
Jamie: picture of chuck norris in the hospital

And then...

HOME RUN!;)

April Fool's Joke #3

Shu Wei vs Wai Khuin

I got a call from Wai Khuin this morning, when I was in the graveyard doing Qing Ming.

Wai Khuin: Jun Ian did you hear? No school tomorrow cause Mrs Matthews died!
Jun Ian: Happy April Fool's day to you too.
Wai Khuin: No I'm serious! All our monitors are sending sms! Shu Wei showed me! You don't believe you call the office la!
Jun Ian: Send me the message?

Message beep!

To all teachers, staff and students of Wesley Methodist School, I would like to express my deepest regrets for the death of our principal, Mrs Vimala Matthews. She passed away in the KLGH after a car accident yesterday night. As a result, the school office will be closed on Monday, 2nd April 2007 and will reopen the next day. Those who wish to pay their last respects to our beloved principal, please contact me. - Ms Goh Kai Lian

Message beep again!

oh wait. i just found out shu wei pranked me.

Oh Wai Khuin.