**This is the first post about what I called as waste before. I am sorry, dear readers, I have to do it, as I was tagged in Facebook by my friend (female, you know).**
1) Were you named after anyone?
Mandarin name? Definitely no, nobody in the history can have the same name as me (last character of my name is invented by my Dad). Virtual name? Yeah! Alexander the Great!
2) When was the last time you cried?
Long ago, maybe seven years ago, after I told myself that my tears should be able to change something, or not never.
3) Do you like your handwriting?
Sure! My handwriting looks awesome in Old Manuscript Curves (my teachers used to say).
4) What is your favourite lunch meat?
What?! I prefer vege.
5) Do you have kids?
Definitely no! God knows.
6) If you were another person, would you like to be friends with you?
I may not know myself, God knows.
7) Do you use sarcasm?
Depends, especially in arguing.
8) Do you still have your tonsils?
Yeah, any problem?
9) Would you bungee jump?
Definitely no! I can’t have my adrenaline spraying out my ears!
10) What is your favourite cereal?
Ha3! Is rice counted?
11) Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
Depends, if I can’t slip it off, sure.
12) What is your favourite ice–cream?
Mint! Cool man!
13) What is the first thing you notice about people?
Their eyes. I can read through eyes and decide whether I should continue my encounter with them.
14) Red or pink?
Red! I’m a Devil!
15) What is the least favourite thing about yourself?
I can’t smile, I may lack of few facial muscles.
16) Who do you miss the most?
Malaysia.
17) Do you want everyone to complete this list?
She is the one that tagged me, man!
18) What colour of trousers and shoes are your wearing?
All black.
19) What are you listening to right now?
International songs and tunes. My heart.
20) If you were a crayon, what colour would you be?
Red, my favourite colour.
21) Favourite smells?
Light perfume (I hate heavy perfume! It chokes me)
22) The last person you talked to on the phone?
Is that matter? My Mum.
23) Do you like the person who sent you this?
Never, it messes up my Blog!
24) Favourite sports to watch?
Soccer.
25) Hair colour?
Gosh! Anything troubles your head? Black.
26) Eye colour?
Same as my hair colour, do you learn Bio?
27) Do you wear contacts?
Never, don’t spoil my image.
28) Favourite food?
Malaysian food, damn it! I can’t find much here in NZ!
28) Scary or happy endings?
Don’t care, I want impressive endings.
29) Last movie you watched?
Red Cliff II (actually there is another, but I consider that as a crap, not movie).
30) What colour of shirt are you wearing?
White, with “Proud to be Malaysian” on my arm.
31) Summer or winter?
Summer! I hate winter now!
32) Favourite dessert?
Ice cream, I guess.
33) Most likely to respond to a sarcasm?
You’ll get back more, I’m trained as an arguing machine.
34) Least likely to respond?
Sexual harassment.
35) What books are you reading?
Novels, but now textbooks!
36) What is on your mousepad?
1997’s picture, why? Or you want sanitary pad?
37) What did you watch last night?
Nothing!
38) Rolling Stones? Beatles?
Beatles! (Damn, same with the tagger).
39) Where is the furthest you have been from home?
New Zealand.
40) Do you have a special talent?
What do you want? Most prominent? To be a leader.
41) Where were you born?
Malaysia, I can’t remember the ward number, but I’m proud to be Malaysian.
42) Whose answers are you looking forward to getting back?
I already got it, from the tagger.
The result of Malaysian Education Certificate (Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia/ SPM) has just announced yesterday. Even though I am now in New Zealand, but the news that I received will never be late, as internet plays its part well. Browsing around, I was surprised by a mad bull (cow is for female, ok?).
He just bulldozed around a secondary school with his blunt horns, with a piece of paper at the tip of horn (not yet tear into pieces, no worry). He ran to and fro, jumped up and down, finally he stopped when the headmistress threatened to call the Wildlife Department. Come on people, lets take a close look to this mad bull.
Seriously, he looked mad!
Owh, gosh! Is this a smile? I can see saliva dripping, man! Now I am pretty sure I encountered with a mad bull! (The lady next to the bull is my teacher.)
Ho! I am already tired pretending he is a mad bull (in fact, he called himself a mad cow!). Do not make me suspicious to your sex orientation, Bro! For your information, dear readers, this bull named a@ron, who is my junior in the same high school, proudly said SEMEKAR! I know this bull is more handsome than me, but please do not praise him in front of me, I feel inferior, ha3!
a@ron is two years younger than me, but I can assure you that he is much smarter than me. All those old days in SEMEKAR, I am the one that make records, but he is the one that broke my records! He makes me feel a bit annoyed, as he cut short my time on my throne (no offense). You want evidence right? All right. a@ron became the Treasurer in Prefectorial Board when I was still a little Exco. I was kind of shock when I knew he was only Form 2 at that time. Yet, when I think twice, this guy must be more powerful than me, and so he will be a good assistance sometimes later. Ha3! I was already in the plan of seizing the position of Head Prefect at that time (and I was just being assigned a post). Later, I realised that such a “smartass” (not shithead) should be trained as my weapon when I retired (ha3, evil). He finally became a the Head Prefect after a year of unsatisfied political conspiracy (seriously, Prefectorial Board feel like political arena under my power). He broke my record of becoming High Committee Member at the age of 14! Whatsoever, I did keep my record of 12A1 for my SPM. a@ron achieved 11A1, which is excellent, and far more superior than my own sister, I guess.
I should pull my eyes from monitor and back to my books now. Final words: I am proud of you, a@ron! Continue to be a Smartass! Ha3!
I give you two, yeah, only two candidates. One named Mother Earth, another Father Hot. Who is your choice?
For the first time in history, people of all ages, nationalities, race and background have the opportunity to use their light switch as their vote – Switching off your lights is a vote for Earth, or leaving them on is a vote for global warming. WWF are urging the world to VOTE EARTH and reach the target of 1 billion votes, which will be presented to world leaders at the Global Climate Change Conference in Copenhagen 2009.
We all have a vote, and every single vote counts. Together we can take control of the future of our planet, for future generations.
VOTE EARTH by simply switching off your lights for one hour, and join the world for Earth Hour.
Saturday, March 28, 8:30-9:30pm.
That's the bladder (the pink rubbery thing), and the gross blackish stuff is the tumour.
So there I was...sticking my arm into the cow's rectum all the way up to my shoulder. Its really cramped in there, and the 4th years were telling us how much worse it'd be if the cow were alive...they'll clamp down on your arm entirely!! The 4th year gave me some directions; we tried to locate the cervix, uterine horn, etc etc and during my second try, I found the kidneys! Didn't quite find the ovaries, though...lol...and btw, here you can see the huge rumen of the cow. Its actually filled with gas due to the decompostion, and when the lecturer punctured a hole in it, the smell that wafted out was awful!!! Oh man, my shirt still smelt of it after I got home...
And here you can see the liver, the gallbladder, the abomasum, the pig's ear, and a bit of the duodenum. Man, I learnt a lot about cow anatomy today...
I actually feel really really bad for the cow. To think that this morning she was still alive...and now she's strung up in such an undignified position. Rest in peace...your contribution to education will never be forgotten...
I know Malaysians are still arguing about the suitability of sex education in school syllabus, but I already have enough of it in New Zealand. (Shh, definitely not practically, just on papers, so I am still a virgin and innocent).
The third day in Dunedin, I got an orientation pack (so do all students). Besides all the advertisement leaflets and rubbish magazines, I found one booklet pretty useful, published by the students’ association. Ignored all the advertisements (why again?), I came across lots and lots of sex knowledge. Lets see this (I edited the pictures, to cover the weaknesses of my poor handset).
Safe sex ha? No problem, Mr Banana! I am going to be a health professional, there is no reason that I do not familiar with spermicide (not herbicide or homicide), condom, pills and the list goes on. The point is, I am not going to involve in any kind of relationship, except pure friendship (so far I do not have any clash with females, due to my old face). There is another quote.
This is in the same booklet. Scarfies (nickname of the students in University of Otago, I am one of them), please take care of females, they are not toy, man! If you know you cannot afford your own underpants, clean your mind. I love children, but they are innocent, so definitely I am not going to have a groups of living skeletons walking behind me (I cannot afford milk, and I protest abortion).
Ha3, wondering? No, you are right! This is a condom (I sprayed the brand black, to avoid free promotion). I have another two, one has strawberry flavour. Damn, do not think something else! I have not break promise! This three condoms came with the goodie bag I received when I registered as member of student club in a pharmacy. I know the intention of the pharmacy is good, and I appreciate it, just I feel so weird. In Malaysia, of course you can see condoms sold at the cashiers counters, yet usually are wrapped in dark-coloured bags after goods sold. Now I find condoms, carried along the streets in translucent bag, man! Owh yeah! I just heard from my friend, there are free condoms distributed during preliminary lecture in campus! Thanks God I did not notice it, or not my heart will stop throbbing.
All right, enough crapping. I need to go back to my Physics book. I have four lectures tomorrow. Get updated, all right?
“Welcome to Dunedin!” This is what I always heard in this new-for-me town (I do not consider Dunedin as a city). After eleven hours of flight from Malaysia to Auckland followed by transit to Dunedin, finally I arrived in this extremely “peaceful” and quiet town.
Here is a picture I took about 10.30 pm (New Zealand time), lets see how much it differs from Kuala Lumpur. As this night view was taken using my handset, so please do not expect every details.
Picture shows St David Street just outside my window, which leads to the lecture theatre that I am going to spend most of time in. Excluding the cars that parked at the roadside, you can basically see nothing but flashing traffic lights and street lights! However, this does not mean there is no nightlife in this serene town. There are a few bars, which one of my flatmates love to linger the whole night, that open after working hours. For your information, 98 % of shops in Dunedin close at 5pm during weekdays, and another 60% will keep their door shuts during weekends. From this, arise another problem for me. My lecture ends at 5pm, and so do working hours. If I need to do some shopping, definitely I cannot do it after my lecture, even though the stores are opened until 10pm. How can I walk with my groceries along the cold and quiet street?
I arrived here at 17th February, then my life officially started at 18th. So far, everything should be fine, except the temperature is far lower than I expected. It is summer, man! I really need to wear sweater indoor, and I need to wear more to walk outside, so ironic. I really cannot imagine how am I going to bear the winter. The funniest thing is, I can walked a few kilometres with my friends, bringing a lot of groceries, without any sweat. If I do the same thing in Malaysia, most probably you can see me in the hospital dehydrated. Suddenly I feel kind of miss hot sun, ha3!
Since the second day I settled in Toroa International House, we did a lot shopping for “life” and ran number of errands for academic purposes. We need to buy a lot, for we cannot fit everything in the 25 kilograms luggage all the way from Malaysia. Basically, tired is still bearable, however the most frustrating event happened when I enrol for my courses. I went to university twice, but ended up “Your name is not in our database/ system”. Damn! I flew so far, and JPA sponsoring me, you tell me I am a “ghost”! Thanks God, there are another two friends with the same problem, so we registered again. The weird thing is, there is record in the system about the arrival of registration forms from Malaysia, but how come three forms went missing? Oh yeah, forgot to describe my Toroa house. I am staying in a house (called flat here), which is a double story “bungalow”.
Optic illusion! Which way is up? Ha3, I was standing at the top of the stairs, where this picture was taken downward. This is the hallway to the kitchen and living room. My bedroom is at the side of this stairs.
Notice board in my bedroom. Do you notice Malaysian flag? Hope JPA’s official may see this.
My bed. First time in my life that I need a (maybe more) blanket. There is another blanket under my pillow (the pillow is too low for my smart head, ha3). I still cannot buy a bolster, because it is not sold anywhere (why ha)! I never close the curtains completely, as I hope the sun may wake me.
Few clothes ha… Another Malaysian flag, ha3!
Some of my textbooks. Damn heavy, how am I going to bring them to lecture theatre! I have no need to go to gym, as I can do weight-lifting in my own room.
All right, twelve o’clock now. I have to wake up early tomorrow morning (my lecture starts at eight). Please visit here frequently, as there are many details I have not write about. Wish me luck!