Third place goes to Shattered by SMK Taman SEA. It was a deja vu.

Yep thats right. Just like the year before, smkts drama team landed on another third place finish in the mssd petaling competition. Ironically, just like last year, sri aman didnt even make it into the top 3 despite putting up a valiant performance. The winners, filled to the brim with perfect pronounciations, and excellent articulation. We can pat ourselves saying we were all beaten by a better team.

The consolation is that we will be qualified for INTI in actor's studio and thats when the real deja vu SHOULD happen. Maybe its the freshness of defeat after the high-hopes and expectations, or just the regret that we could've done better, no one seems to be interested in the prospect of acting once again on the infamous actor's studio stage.

As for me, i have one more extra reason to label myself a jack of all trades, master of none. Its pathetic to be taking part in so many activities but not be good in any of it. Probably what i do best is not excelling in everything i do. Its sickening to see others fare exceptionably well in stuff they undertake and even more so people who are just excellent in everything they do.

I'm getting bored of asking myself "why cant i be good at one thing in particular?".

Sigh.

Life is hard when you have people around you who make you feel inferior. Friends who dont show you equal respect, as a friend or maybe even as a walking talking breathing person. When they make you feel like a speck of dust. Useless and insignificant. Its hard, it really is.

And why do some people get all the stuff that they dont have to work for or deserve?

Jinny

My time to bow out.

Someone came to fix the bloody lines today and finally after almost a week my internet is now up and running again.

So the whole week without the internet i have been indulging in the commonwealth games and a whole lotta counter-productive stuff.

MSSD for me was yet another drag. 5th in the heptathlon means i wont have a chance to get my first individual gold medal. The only consolation is that i can give myself a pat on the back and say "jinn, albeit having to run, jump and throw in events that you've never competed in before, getting the 5th place out of 12 competitors and knowing that you were that close to 3rd place is nto bad at all." Apart from the 400m and 1500m events, the other 5 were all alien to me.

Heptathlon - 2695 Points (5 out of 12)
- 110m Hurdles = 22.3s
- High Jump = 1.55m
- Shotputt = 8.90m
- 400m = 56.2s
- Long Jump = 4.95m
- Javelin = 25.6m
- 1500m = 5:14 min

After 5 years of my involvement in athletics. It has finally come the time for me to hang up my spikes.

Congrats however to the school drama team for making it past zone and i'll be back in the team for MSSD this coming thursday.

My enthusiasm for writing is still curbed by the amount of days not being online. That is why for some uncanny reason i am trying to make my post seem boring.

Jinny

To my baby. Little moves mean alot.

For the past few days i have been plagued by the blinking-DSL-light-on-modem syndrome. Even worst, not only did the telekom buggers messed around with the telephone wires outside my house which sent my modem into a blinking frenzy, they even cut out my very very very important phone line. So there i was, oblivious to the net world. Constantly wondering how my blog's been until one night on Sunday when the lines were suddenly up and running again only to be mysteriously robbed again half an hour later.

So now i'm back. With my 197th post. My internet's working well (so far). My fingers are quite stiff from laying off excessive typing for that period of time. I'm slowly and surely recovering to normal again.

I'm sure most people in their right minds would feel the need for a prolonged holiday. One week is not enough. One week is never enough. I wouldn't mind having another week to waste with absolutely counter-productive stuff like watching the commonwealth games or afternoon-napping. But mostly because i want more of those days where i just fuck all other commitments, set off to camp 5 in the morning with brad, climb till maybe 2 or 3, get dressed for a movie and probably dinner with mlia, wait till she goes home and make my way back to camp 5 for another round on the walls and there you have, my newfound "perfect day".

But no. The malaysian government had to deprive this particular taman sea kid of a long relaxing holiday and throw him into the harsh reality of the typical malaysian teenage life.

Jack. Somone who has tagged on my blog asking me whether i had "quit athletics because i couldn't win". Now jack, jack. You're in the other world of subang. You hardly even know me as far as i'm concerned. And im pretty sure i have never met you before, unless we've ran together but nevertheless i dont remember any of my competitors. I dont know why i'm still in the athletics team or not would affect you in any way possible. I certainly am not a medal or threat. Maybe i've never been to as far as you have in the sport. For all i'm aware of, this past 5 years of my involvement in athletics is rather insignificant.

For all of you who dont know. If you minus the sports day and marathon finisher medals, i've never won a single individual medal in any other competitions for the past 5 years. Not gold, not silver, not even bronze. Athletics to me, was ONCE something i'd consider devoting my all to. That was way back when it was full of hope and new experiences. As the time passes on, the competitions i go to and the (i wouldn't say failure) unsuccessful attempts to be a competitor to be reckoned with on the track. It began to wear off. I'd see my 2 most encouraging, close teammates arvin and eric quit the team. They're the ones i've always felt i had a connection with. We are still as close as ever now but then it was a huge set-back for me. There was no more potential seen in me and i was becoming more and more familiar to the exact same words said to me by my coach. "You dont win, but you were from no one to a someone now." Which simply means "i dont see you standing anywhere near the podium but at least now you're healthy, have a great body(then), and have changed from a megaton school bag with high socks kid to what you are now."

But right now. Athletics, has been overshadowed by my other commitments like drama and rock-climbing. My priorities have changed now. I'm no more that determined guy in tights gunning for glory. I've become the "oh, competition, lets just get it done and over with so i can go on with my other stuff" man. This clearly shows the loss of motivation and enjoyment in athletics for me because i have found other things in my life that i enjoy doing with great company like drama and things that i set no potential-self-destructive high expectations on myself to excel in like rock-climbing.

So jack, just to let you know, i've not quit the team and i'll be in heptathlon that starts this thursday. I dont emphasise on winning. I just want to rap up and get on with other things.

I hope that cleared your doubts.

In the world right now. The chance to find another individual who loves you for who you are and not what you are is as scarce as finding a malaysian flag in israel. What more to find someone who IS like a part of you that you cant really go through day to day without. But in you, i have found. Emelia. I love you.

I just had to do it. Reading through our msn chat logs since the long days when we were getting to know each other better. Reminds me of the good (and bad) times we really had up till this day. The black eyed peas concert, hilary duff comparisons, friday night science, our "first set-up date" back in form 3, ou movie outings, late-night chats and sometimes with the extra webcam toppings, our corny yet subtle conversations, dark morning walks, the "miss you"s and "hugs and kisses"s, the genting trip, the 21st of december, new years day, your birthday party, 2 am on your birthday on the 16th of january, tuesday evening outings, valentines day, you coming to camp 5 just to ask me what movie to watch, last thursday when we both watched tristen and isolde and of course the magnificent/memorable/wonderful/"hot" saturday with madagascar and the commonwealth games and channel [v] and mtv that followed through. And of course of course better, bigger, more memorable things to come. :)

This is just great.

Jinny

The equivelant outcome of signing an Body Donation to Science form in the amphibian world.

As we all SEA-ians know, last week was our science and math week. So apart from the add math and chemistry and physics quizzes which was undoubtly dominated by the nerds who think that these useless things are capable of measuring knowledge. But what they dont know is that those with balls, literally or not, would rather spend their time with practical competitions like dissecting helpless organisms in biology.

And so was our biology competition last Friday with very tantalising tasks. Everyone wants to cut something up at some point of their lives. But before we all think about vasectomy or circumsition or cutting the ovaries after menopause, probably the only safe thing that involves an organism and shiny sharp tools to thrill the violence in us is to dissect something small and unsignificant.

So by 12.45 pm, every anxious person in any of the 2 groups of 4 that represent each pure-science class were psyching themselves up, ready to take the life of an innocent (or not) animal. Helplessly, one by one the "tim kais" were abducted from their basket resort into a huge beaker each laden with a cottonful of chlorofoam and covered with a white tile.

Some frogs might try suicide before you pin them down on the dissection board by ramming head-first onto the rough underside of the white tile. Some hard-headed ones just start bleeding and the softies would knock themselves out. Which saves much of our time.

The rules of the competition are to open the chest cavity to expose the organs, doing it the cleanest you can. Means you try not to severe any main arteries or veins that would result to over-bleeding and draining the heart. Once the chest cavity is opened, inform the judge, which was the manly pn. yip and identify the main organs verbally and also successfully locate the alimentary canal. Marks will be given on cleaniness or execution, teamwork, speed and organ identifying.

In the end, the poor frogs, some with severed limbs and heads would just be wrapped up in sheets of newspaper and thrown into a mass-burial, which would be the bin. Poor animals. Gone and forgotten.

This is my group. The "better of the two groups" of 5 Bunga Raya.
From left to right. John, Mel, JeanYi and me.

This is our specimen.

Preparation and our patience tested by iron-willed mr. frog and slow effect of chlorofoam.

The immobilized mr. frog is then laid spread eagle on the dissection board.

The first layer of soft skin is slit-opened and from a pot-bellied frog, you get....

Once the 2nd layer of muscle and rib is mercilessly and carefully cut open, thus the organs.

In a competition, if you think your group's done a good job, always take a group photo.

The judging desicion would be between this group you see on the above and chengy's group who i thought were more experienced and skillful but did a messy messy job. Ours clean as a whistle. We had the beginner's luck. Slow and steady wins the race. Slow, CLEAN and steady.

When everything's judged and done, fooling around is essential to relax those tensed murderous hands.

Whats with licking and kissing a red, tragically exposed, ugly thing called a dissected frog?
Apart from your other friends, thankfully for you mr. frog, you may REST AS ONE PIECE.

Jinny

Strap down, rock up.
It all started when i had to meet up with jo on her birthday outing last Saturday at camp 5, ou, where she was enthusiastically watching brad scale the rock walls.

Camp 5 is a gigantic arena of rock walls on the 5th floor of ou which unfortunately doesnt have a proper entrance. It requires one to walk past a occasionally amusing sea of "jeng-ness" easing themselves at the arcades and tucked deep into the back and way behind the retro joystick with colourful button arcade machines, is an escape for seasoned rock-climbers and people who just want to assure themselves that they would have something interesting and beneficial to do the next time they're in ou. Like me.

RM 45 is what i paid for the taster course which includes a 1 hour introduction and "free to climb" with of course an instructor. You are thought the basics, bouldering, inclining, reclining and vertical walls. All in an hour.

If you're not satisfied and want more, there is always a basic wall course where they'll teach the techniques of knotting and belaying. This is a recommendation for first-timers who dont know jack shit about scaling rocky surfaces.

Yesterday morning i had dad and mum accompany me to go sign up for a 3 month membership. As it is required that a parent or guardian accompany an under-18-er during sign up to validate their consent. Brad saved me 80 bucks and 4 hours of basic wall course by teaching me the figure-8 knots and refreshing me on the art of belaying. This is where i thank OBS for the knowledge and experience. Plus i have a chalk bag, locking carabiner and my own membership card.
And thus, for the past 2 days, i've been scaling new heights with brad and we've becomed more than just belay partners. Shower mates.

And i'm sure this addiction wouldn't be wearing off too soon.

Jinny

My 7 memes. Obeying Emmy T's orders.

7 Known Things About You

1. I swear a little too much.
2. I have chewy-syndrome. From pens to towels.
3. I'm straight.
4. I'm attached.
5. I can be(am) abit bended sometimes.
6. I'm always fashionably-late/ never early.
7. Food is my fuel.

7 Lesser Known Things About You

1. Dance and techno has never ever appealed to me.
2. I love my Levi's.
3. I'm very very very very very disorganised.
4. I psych myself up for certain things by striking conversations with my sub-conscious self.
5. I am not born a drinker.
6. I think i have my own female self living inside of me.
7. I am harsh but deep down i feel the hurt my own comments project.

7 Wishes

1. To write zestier and more interesting posts.
2. My own Nike Mercurial Vapor boots. Cream and gold.
3. To play in my own soft-rock band.
4. To own an acoustic drumset.
5. To inflict as much pain to a snatch-thief/robber/potentially dangerous person.
6. Have the goverment change the driving limit to 16 years by tomorrow.
7. Have favouritism and biasism obliterated in any way possible. (This isn't gonna happen is it?)

7 Things You Like About Yourself

1. My arms. All from the shoulders to fingertips.
2. My fingers.
3. My capabilities to practice drum-beats with my mouth.
4. My jaw-bone.
5. My ability to "smell love". Haha.
6. My natural sense-of-humour and ways to handle a bad joke.
7. My musical taste.

7 Things You Dont Like About Yourself

1. The combination of BIG-small eyes.
2. My body shape.
3. My humungous king-kong calves.
4. My coarse rough hair from mum's genes.
5. Pimples, white-heads and zits all over me.
6. My sickening prone to FEAR and nervousness.
7. My voice.

7 Things On Your Mind Right Now

1. I didn't know Jacky Cheung can sing opera type songs.
2. Fuck, my whole back hurts.
3. Heptathlon starts in 2 weeks.
4. The mountain camp to Camerons is in sixes and sevens. Dammit.
5. Mum looks good with specs.
6. What else is there to write?
7. Oh and i'm thirsty. (Picks bottle up to drink)

7 Things You Hope To Accomplish Soon

1. Most importantly, desirable results in my upcoming SPM.
2. To qualify for MSSS and maybe further.
3. Drive any of the family cars without mum or dad knowing.
4. Spend sometime of my life with the Genting Crew to another holiday destination.
5. Complete a full-marathon or a triathlon anytime soon.
6. Cook up a PERFECT white-cream sauce.
7. Spice up and cosy-fy my room.

THE END. (from www.intherain.org)

One more thing, tomorrow is the 10th of March, which only means a celebrity who sits next to me in class is celebrating her 17th birthday. My best advice to her is to WAKE UP and bloody start learning how to drive now when you already can instead of waiting like a little mommy-obeying girl until the end of the year because someone like me here is bouncing off the walls and pulling hair just to get his liscense!

I have nothing else to write about you because my ideas have been stolen my John and modified into his own post about you. Haha.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LYDIA SUM JO LIN!!

And i hope you can still lend your add maths book to me because i swear i didnt lose it.

Jinny

Besides looking like i'm 100% from mainland Teng Sua/ Zhong Guo/ Tong Kok/ China.

Mercilessly ranked at Beta Academic level.

And shamefully matched to gay cow Jay Chow.

I have a...

Very LOW gay factor!!!!

Wooohooo!!

Jinny

Oh my oh my.

It seems my wrist isn't getting any better at all.
3 and half boxes of NUROFEN and almost a month of robocop-ing.
I've given myself another 2 weeks of progression for my wrist and if nothing positive comes from it, the last resort is to go under the knife.

However the estimated cost for a 2 hour surgery would be in the nether regions of about 20k. Which was initially exaggerated by the doctor, but we were assured that the amount is a rough calculation of the maximum cost that it may hike up to. 20k for a wrist surgery to wire-up the cartilage seems like a hefty price to pay, and its because of the equipments and wires that have to be pre-ordered weeks before the initial surgery.

Basicly, they would puncture a few holes on the top and side parts of my left wrist, big enough to fit in a hair-pin camera for the doctor's view while running the process. They would then secure the torn cartilage into place with a wire that will be knotted on the surface of the skin. Either is or similiar to a keyhole surgery.

After the surgery, it'll be 6 weeks of rest and rehabilitation until the TFCC is strenghtened and the chances of the tear reoccuring is not totally purged, however, chances are very much slimmer than a natural strenghtening process.

Though the surgery is not confirmed, i've given myself more time to progress with a brace and still considering it because it'll not only be my first experience on anesthetic and under the knife but also the huge bomb hole that'll burn dad's wallet.

Jinny

Ulcer's taking a downward turn for good.

Finally, after few days of teary-eyed meals, my ulcer has had its fun and finally decided to subside. I know i'm a brickhead and i dont take advice from others. Funny how i'd rather let myself endure a week's torment by leaving the ulcer to a happy lifespan than to endure a minute's pain by applying sodium. However, the best thing to apply is pure honey, and it seems like a perfect alternative to g-something-something or salt, but if you do try, must i tell you that it doesnt freaking work at all. At least for me.

Someone suggested i put hydrochloric acid. To "burn" the ulcer away. (and my sanity)

Moving over to mssd zone, taman sea practically sapu-ed every event we took part in except for the class 3 boys who encountered a few slip ups here and there, but they should know they have a long future ahead of them compared to the *cough* old boys who are in their last years of athletic glory.

First ranking for the 2 relays events that i ran in. And that ultimately seals our place in district level. As for my individual event, i think my personal best of 56.4s for 400m today has moved me a notch closer to becoming iron.

In an irrelevant case,

I'll be visiting dr. Chan again tomorrow to fulfill my 3rd appointment. And im quite sure the robo-brace i've been donning for the past 2 weeks hasn't actually shown its true potential in enabling my TFCC to strenghten. Besides, this tingling feeling whispers to me that over a 1000 smiling-agong ringgits for the brace+MRI+X-ray+consultation is hardly put to a maximum benefit. Because, honestly, i dont feel any better, and with the nurofen anti-inflammatory pills, it has brought me nothing but a growling, hollow stomach. And the depressing part despite all the dough spent is that my left wrist still feels like crap.

Imagine the amount of check boxes on my wishlist i could tick off with a 1000. Amputate my left wrist without anesthetic for half the cost and i may get to buy new football boots as well.

Just hope dr. chan doesnt sentence me to another harrowing 40 mintues in the MRI scanner machine again. And walking up and down SJMC is worst than training.

Ever seen two sides of a mosquito? The yin and yang, alpha and omega, dark and light?

Four days ago i came across this totally black gargantua mosquito joy-flying in my room. Joy-flying is okay, but feeding yourself on me IS a crime. I have an allergy to insect bites and any little bite has the tendency of establishing itself on my skin as a semi-permanent scar. This black idiot was certainly new to my sight. Black legs, black wings, black head, black abdomen, black ass. And comparing to a simple house mosquito, on the right, the black guy is exactly similiar to a typical baddie. Huge in size, black and dark, always has the lethal attack.

Talk about lethal attack, a 3 second bite before it got swatted resulted to this.

I'm totally sure some normal house mosquitoes can bite you until their balls sag and it wouldnt even be visible, but the blacky is definately a force not to reckon with. 3 seconds only! Niama, imagine my room as the death star, the hub to all dark mosquitoes. I kena bitten until my face turn like The Thing.

Quite a dashing look dont you think?

And finally, i want to say something about this song because its been looping around radio stations and on MTV for sometime now and there are still somethings i JUST DONT KNOW.

It's funny how a man only thinks about the *BEEP* You got a real big heart, but I'm lookin' at ya *BEEP* You got a real big brains, but I'm lookin' at ya *BEEP* Girl it ain't no pain, let me lookin' at ya *BEEP* [Pussycat Dolls] I don't give a *BEEP* Keep lookin' at my *BEEP* 'Cos it don't mean a thing if you lookin' at my *BEEP* (Hah) Imma do my thing, while you playin' with ya *BEEP* Hahahahahahaha

Tits? Balls? Boobs? Pantyline? Fake tan? Silicone? Bra strap? Ass? Scrotum? Ipod?? What the fug in the fugging world is a *BEEP*?????

Urh.

Jinny