Currently feel- 'Stuffed' , just ate 3/4 of a tub of ice-cream. Don't ask me why I got it in the 1st place.. didn't cooked tday-got a kebab instead tried the new place opposite spuds- crap.
Food inventory consisting of 75% of choc based. Dunno where they all came from. choc cookies, choc+toffee candy, choc biscuits , choc ice-cream... need to burn it off soon enough plus no badminton last night as Uncle Ding was in Belfast. Good to see him again anyway.
Maths test tomorrow and I'm NOT prepared for it , then again that my friend , is the beauty of university life. -the constant juggling of social life and work. Not to mention of my presentation next week. -Die..haven't started that one- Then again , overall I honestly feel that comparing this second half of my 2nd term and the first, jijiman wong has been 'domesticated' ? -U ask.
I actually do work (not in sufficient levels yet) , on time to class , alcohol consumption levels decreased considerable along with the desire to use it as well, think twice before going out (I had to limit myself to twice a week then once last sem) and...errr...yea still gotha work on the laziness bit and the 'need of determination' part as well. Summary-we will survive the second term. :)
While revising a bit of mathes tday, my mind drifted back to my so-call 'childhood' Standard 4 to be precise. Back in S.K Seafield 3 in 4 Maju supposingly the 'top' class as we were made to believe by the ruling regime. Where one's goal is to get there and to the top as well. But nooo..I was far from that was 24th in the class at one stage.
Anyway, the form teacher was Pn Aminah, labelling her horrible would be unfair but justified anyway in my case. Was the bottom pile in the class , yea sitting in the very back of the class with some guy called Ronald Khoo whom I'm sure is a retard that time. It was a part of my childhood that I cannot forget- I was slapped but Pn Aminah before, punished as well several times for not completing my homework and the climax- forging my dad's signature when I was required to get it for not finishing my homework. Its abit obvious right? Hillarious if you ask me. Caught anyway and got into
some serious shit for it. Could you imagine the desperation of the act? The very thought of getting my mum to sign it is suicidal -I had no choice. Dad wasn't around for most of the time. An act of desperation anyway. That incident is neither a bookmark nor scar in my childhood. I was punished frequently (not so much la...if I did something wrong) so I thought it was normal which actually isn't.
There was also the memorising of the multiplication tables when I was in standard 3 or 4 I'm not sure. Forced I tell you.... and at that time I ever so dread the 'checking of my schoolbag' at night where I have to account for unfinished homework or just teacher's remarks. Often these sessions ended with me going to bed in tears.
The 'Dark Age' I would refer that period to-in primary school till early secondary school. After UPSR I was given more freedom, now that I am in secondary school but then again I was brain-washed in another aspect , the dimensions of the boy-girl relationships. I was discouraged to mix with them I had almost no female friends in a mixed school besides my classmates. I couldn't go to any outings e.g movies, BBQ , badminton , even a poolside birthday once if any girl is going. It was extremism at it's purest state comparable to the Talibans in Afghanistan I reckon. Thought to put education first and the opposite sex the last thing on my mind till I work. I was completely brain-washed to the extend of denouncing my sis's first bf when she's in form 1 which I think she'll never forgive me for. Lets face it, my mum's a dictator AND extremist. On the other hand this dictatorship left almost no space for rebellious thoughts and me siblings and me basicly did almost everything we were told to do (except my sis who's abit rebellious) That single-mindedness landed all three of us (me, sis and bro) into the KOOP in school under Pn Tan.
This upbringing has its advantages and disadvantages as well. I left home when I was 15 , pretty much independent only from the financial side I needed backing. Sent to a boarding school with a boy-girl ratio of 20-1 doesn't help much either for me to improve my communication with the fairer sex. Shy to girls already in Msia , ang moh (a.k.a sheep..hehehe) gals die la lidat..Should have seen me in 4th year in Gormanston College shy like dunno wad. Only in 6th year did I gained guts and decided to change my 'policies' hence the beginning of the 'Renaissance Age' . Not that easy to learn but trying anyway after all that graves I've dug so far everywhere...
Dig the otha way! quick!!!... :p
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