For the footie blokes.

Manchester United Transfer Speculations.

Oooh lala, Riquelme and Torres looks exciting!

Jinny

A half gone, another half to come.

Gone as quickly as it came, its already the middle point of 2006. Yet the new year celebrations seems like last week.

I've gotten through my mid-terms and thankfully i think i'm still sane.

Bahasa Malaysia : 68%
Pendidikan Moral : 77%
Modern Mathematics : 68%
Physics : 60%
Chemistry : 43%
Additional Mathematics : 23% (the only subject that i've been consistent in other than english.)

I screwed up another term.

Oh but fret not, because the holidays are here! 2 weeks with the obscurity of menopausal teachers and dreadful wake-up calls.

Although i must say, i've got a premonition that this holiday might just turn out to be like the ones i wasted. Those kinda holidays when you feel like you couldve done something rather than just bumming around the house.

*self plea* And please, no holidays when i strain my brain cells and i still cant think of anything to blog about. Like right now, and probably the last few and soon-to-come posts. Maybe its the impression of a burden ala my loft bed above my head that supresses my capability to eek out the recipes for a good composition of what generally goes on in my oversized(and rather empty) head.

I dunno what it may be, but something has the tendency to make me feel like an illiterate everytime i blog. Like i said, must be my loft bead overhead that symbolises as a burden above me. Same reason to why it isnt advisable to sleep on the bottom rung of a double decker bed, burden got alot. You read lilian too, you understand (but mummy read, and mummy tell).

Heck it, blogging isn't my upmost priority, it doesnt really give me the sense of achievement and satisfaction everytime i blog. Then what does?

Aha! I dont mean to brag, but...

Finally succeeding in cooking up a "quasi perfetto" white cream sauce after countless pasta wasting attempts. That, is satisfaction my friends.

Jinny

I'm waiting to erupt.

How significant am i, in the lives of the people around me?
Why am i constantly overlooked?
How important is my existence?
Do you care about my well-being and how i feel?
How many of the people i know would show up for my funeral?

Save the words, your actions says it all.

Jinny

The dougboys have groove.

Watch your Pillsbury Doughboy do his shit. Exclusively at the Pillsbury website.

Weeee. :)

Jinny

Some like it fresh. Like the evening sky after a monsoon rain. :)

Here we are. At another junction of the many transformations of my blog. Say goodbye to pink lips of obscurity and a very warm hello to a more direct and less twisting title. Self-titled jinnyboyy.com.

Lets just say i'm just sick and tired of long, windy, and hard to understand titles. Its not the confusion you guys occasionally have that i'm worried about. Its mine.

Well, i'm keeping the pinkish theme of this blog because i find pink very appealing nowadays. Metrosexuality is on a high note and the best way to fight it is to go with it. Masculinity is dead i tell you. The unconvincing trinkets on my blog have been erased, all the blogger personality, and colour of my heart. I even re-customized my chatterbox to suit the background if you like. Although i'm not too happy with the way my title and foreword are being displayed. Stupid font colour comes with the blog skin and you have to strain your eyes to separate the words from the background splashes.

Faultlines should be worn with pride. Thats true. We weren't meant to spend the rest of our lives perfecting our flaws. Instead of eradicating it, we build our lives around it. Be content of how your nose turns out like a proboscis monkey or your ass like a bus tyre, it could be much worse. Nothing is flawless.

And then the exams are gone. Three weeks. And now we can blog and waste our time without feeling wasted and guilty. At least for the next month or so.

I vow to myself, with my blog readers as witnesses, that after the holidays, i WILL make myself a pretty study timetable and i WILL abide to it. Or else i WILL uninstall Pro Evolution Soccer, stop climbing and expunge my blog.

Until then, here are my plans for the holiday.
- finish the da vinci code before watching the movie.
- clean my table. (again)
- rock climb whenever i can.
- of course, those wonderfully satisfying shopping cum movie outings.
- organise a sleepover at some point.
- spend time with mlia.
- gain SOME education knowledge.
- restock on my face wash.
- not get any ulcers in that duration.
- not cry too much over my results.
- prevent a major pimple breakout.

In an unrelated case, i slept with the lights on throughout the night without realising. How did it happen? I dont know.

Jinny

Here's to one week more of mind-sucking and soul-ess-ness.

The bloody exams are still here to stay until saturday, so patient i am being.

I cant remember the last time i had starved myself from blogging for more than 10 days. But in the absence of the blogging community, i have put myself into the further depths of suffering in writing essays.

How do you write a good essay? I dont know.

By far there is definately a fine line between blogging and essay writing although some people similiarise it simply because you write stuff, and you write long stuff.

The english essay writing last tuesday was probably the worst i have ever ever sat through probably since i started recieving education for it. I spent an hour and half out of an adviced 45 minutes for a 30 mark question and then it was the 100 mark choice questions. I chose to write about someone who interests me most and the whole time through i had jose mourinho in my head but i knew nuts about him. So i thought and thought and thought and the best i could come up with was..

Michael Jackson.

WHO IN THE FREAKING WORLD RISKS ALL AND WRITES ABOUT MICHAEL JACKSON FOR A 100 MARK ESSAY!??!?!?!?

I was already struggling just to think of his controversies and convictions. All i know about this michael is that he's a bleached king of pop. And i still cant believe why i chose him above jose mourinho, queen elizabeth or elton john. I mean, there were so many freaking options!

Stupid me stupid me. I just robbed myself of an A1 in english.

Jinny

Immersing in books for the pride.

There is always a jumpy feeling when you're surrounded by studious people. Especially when the exams draw near.

Funny how people would think its their main priority to bury their noses into books at this particular moment for an exam that is merely just to flaunt your grades and what you think would "separate" the smart from the not so smart.

Its for the sake of the upheaving ones pride and ego to be included in a "smart" group.

And then everyone starts comparing marks with weaker students just to assure themselves that there are worse.

I'm saying this because i have a low metabolism of study when the pressure is too slight. Of course i do care about my marks and my ahem pride. But well, its the foundation of accumulated lessons and revision that separates the strong and weak in studies and not just brain-power. Through and through i regret for not following up on lessons and scarce revisions, and i am almost too aware that this is the main reason for my downfall in studies for the last year and half, including this upcoming one.

Therefore i would apologize to my future self who exists after the mid-terms right now if my actions now (eg. not making consistent progression in my studies) would cause embaressment and battered pride when receiving my results.

Lets get over and done with this "taken tad bit too seriously" exam and crack brains for the REAL one instead.

Jinny

Itchy scratchy single ladies.

Read the papers most recently? The one article about a kelatanese mp quoting that all divorced women apart from widows are "gatal". Flirtacious, promiscous type of gatal, unless he also has the ability to smell the itchy spots of a women's body lah.

Coincidentally, i finished up my post about conservative malaysia last night and flipped through the nst when i stumbled upon this new issue. I didnt flip actually, it was right there, on the front page.

"Uproar in Parliament over "gatal" divorcees" it blared.

Abdul Fatah Harun the guilty party, accused divorced women of being "gatal". Adding that it is the reason for the large number of failed marriages.

He thinks that its easy to tell a divorced woman from a married one by her flirtacious ways especially during a function. But we rational people very well know that divorces can occur in many different circumstances but not solely on flirtacious behaviour. Even after being shot back by the other mps and coming under-fire, this idiot still refuses to retract his statements.

What do these radical group parliament members know?

Well, maybe there is some tinge of truth in whatever he says, or it might even be through experience but as an educated member of the parliament, i'm sure everyone's expecting an uproar by his disrespect and insult to the womenfolk.

These are the times when you are utterly embaressed to be declared red-blooded malaysian men. I'm sure now all the malaysian men can hide their faces in their scrotums in shame. Especially the PAS and kelantanese men.

Some wankers should just bleach their holes for good.

Right click and go to "save as", print it out, paste it on your walls or wherever and throw darts, or tomatoes, or dung or pee on it if you'd like to. Free and exclusively for everyone who are downright disgusted by our own countrymen.

Jinny

Have we really evolved? (our minds i mean)

Most of you may have heard of the "showing-affection" issue. The issue that is rather discreetly debated and not publicised for the whole of malaysia to read about and laugh at the prehistoric mindset of our government.

I recalled one weekend morning i was at breakfast with my parents. The fresh bundle of the sunday mail resting on the counter was displaying 3 combination pictures of unsuspecting couples photographed while holding hands in public areas. Managing to squeeze in 2 more pictures of hugging couples on the front headlines.

Below the captions read "ministry urged by the public to define immoral behaviour".

Apparently a chinese couple are now fighting for their future and integrity in court because they were caught by officers while showing affection to each other in public. And from what i know, the couple were hugging or more decently "showing affection" when they were approached.

Immoral behaviour you say?

Yes. French kissing or petting(sexual meaning, nothing to do with animals) in public is definately an indecent act what more sex? But hugging? And hugging in this case means the loving warm kinda hug and not the touchy touchy kind. Holding hands?! Even talking about it seems ridiculous. Malaysia does seem to be progressing well, growing in population, high rise industrial locations and world class skyscrapers are sprouting out like mushrooms. These are the things that makes us proud, that puts us on the world map so that foreigners would not think that malaysia is a part of china anymore. But look at the protocol of how things are being run here. In a whole different way, it makes most of us and me embaressed to be a citizen of malaysia.

Lim Kit Siang did say in his journal that in a certain way, the government has got to draw a fine line between law and religion. Its understood that certain religions may prohibit showing affection publicly but that rule does NOT abide to others who are of other religions. And a person of that certain conservative religion is founded guilty, the authorities of that particular faith should take action only. Law of malaysia and law of a religion is a different concept altogether.

It is worrying, that somehow maybe when mahathir presented vision 2020, he might have this vague image of every malaysian being robots by that time. No affection, no love around, love only exists behind closed doors.

Put aside the sheer irrationality of general and turn to the schools. It may be implemented only in my school that a snapshot of 2 people of different gender is considered indecent. One glaring example is the selections of class layout by certain teachers for the school magazine. Photos and even whole layouts have been rejected because "this guy is too close to this girl" when both heads are almost a yard apart, or "guys are not supposed to stand beside girls".

And ironically, it seems that the goverment is shocked at the responses of many young adults who are still in the dark of what a vagina is or how do babies come about. Urging schools and private societies to emphasise heavily on sex education for the youth.

One corner we have plans to bombard youths with sex education and how to have an open mind and in another corner our asses are being busted for showing affection openly.

My religion abstains me from false speech. But sadly that is hard to oblige to especially when we're being force-feeded with glorious praises for this country in moral education when we very well know its as bullshit as it can get. Sucks, but we have no other choice if we want that A1.

All those possibilites of us humans evolving into far intelligent lifeforms in the near future can be scratched out because we're actually devolving. Especially malaysians.

Jinny

This is the most best looking, creativest, very most artistic movie poster i've ever sawed.

Jinny

It would be sweet if we could re-experience old ones rather than make new ones.

Memories. Dont you think? Reliving the moments that were engraved into your mind and soul. The moments that you recall everytime you just stare into thin space. Your feelings at that very particular moment and of course what a wonderful spectacle it was.

I day dream about my memories. Sometimes it doesnt just feel merely like a daydream but like i'm revisiting the past. Of course those are the times that i enjoy resurfacing the exact moments in my mind when i'm in the mood to stay quiet, feel the breeze and stare out into the sky. I do that all the time. It gives me a brief sense of euphoria just thinking about the good memories.

I can still remember vaguely, one that still plays crystal clearly in my mind. The expedition to Kapas island 2 years ago. That night the skies were in a heavenly state. I remember just spreading a canvas sheet out in the darkness of the beach, and lying there, my senses soaking up everything possible. The smell of the sun-dried sand, the feel of the strong yet subtle monsoon wind, the sound of the tides coherently gushing onto shore and retreating back, the extravagant night sky with an abundance of stars no one could ever imagine. The best part is just that feeling of weightlessness and serenity in the darkness with everyone just lying on the beach, staring into the star-filled sky and the harmonious orchestra of tropical nature serenading us. At that point of time, you just let go of all your doubts, even if you cant, it'll go. It was just, perfect.

Or lying on the jetty of Sapi island, during expedition on the eve of tsunami day, oblivious to the strong gusts. I just laid there on the wooden planks and stared into the moon-illuminated cloudy night sky with the occasional rumble of thunder and every bit of tension all gone. I remember whispering to myself. "What a wonderful world".

Even the some of the simplest situations can be a pleasant memory to me. The feeling of anticipation and excitement when me and john were on the bus en route to taking that cable car up to genting highlands and the whole 3 days itself. Or at the time when everyone you cherish comes together and you have a blast. And the freedom of the holidays. Or maybe just spending quality time with the people or person you love.

These are those memories i constantly playback on loop in my head just for the wonderful feeling of it.

And then it makes you go "how i wish i could pause now and go back to then".

You only look back when there's nothing else to look forward to.

Jinny

Now you can ignore the last post if you want to.

Nobody has to buy my muddy looking shoes. Everyone wants to be spoilt with 1st hand shoes eh? (i refuse to admit i have bad sales techniques for not cleaning my shoes beforehand)

Even more so, "someone" created a blog to irritate me on the glory of his new La Sportiva Cobras. I do admit that i was intimidated, seeing someone who wrecked his 290 ringgit shoe in 3 months and obtaining a flashy new pair.

I wanted a shoe of my own. Something that accustoms itself into the shape of my feet. Something that would fit me perfectly well in time. And something that would overcome my absence of monkey paws or goats hooves (ripped off theory). Something that would allow me to discontinue usage of camp 5's torn, worn out, hideous rent shoes.

But, where is the dough when i need it?

I dont have a budget to spend, or a credit card to pamper myself with, and my only access to my personal account e.g atm card was mercilessly confiscated. Oh, and no one wants my muddy looking shoes.

I was scared. I had no balls to ask dad for cash because he's rejected my pleas for new gadgets countless times already. The fear of the feeling of being rejected is something that would prevent me from asking. So for the past few days i've been hesitant to ask. Everytime a good chance came i would shut down my systems and blow the chance.

Until today i finally plucked enough balls to ask dad.

"Dad, can i get a new pair of good climbing shoes?"

*reason and purpose questionaire session*

*Dad comes into room, places cash on table and goes out*

Dad'll give the cash or purchase something if he knows its worth investing in. Unless its my birthday.

And to brad's dismay of having a lookalike..

Yeap! La Sportiva Cobras! Now we both wear the same shoes with the same sizes and the same colour and we share the belay set and the same chalk bag and the finger tape and the green tea bath gel. Wow.

And thanks dad for the shoe. Pray i dont wreck this shoe up and get a new one anytime soon.

Jinny

Anybody wanna buy shoes?

I've got some shoes (between UK sizes 7-9) in rather good condition for sale. And because i need to free up some space in my store and get some cash to get climbing shoes.

1. Asics Hyper Distance Spike Shoes.

2. Adidas Meteor 2005 Spike Shoes.

3. Umbro XAI Pro Football Boots.

4. Nike Total 90 II 2nd Grade Football Boots.

5. Nike All-Conditions-Gear Aqua Sock.

6. Adidas Water Lamprey Adventure Shoes.

To those who are interested. Please wholeheartedly admit your interest and we'll take disscussions from there.

Jinny

LOL.

Jinny

Screw the 18 above limits lah.

These above 18 rules i tell you. Bloody nuisances. First they stop people from accessing porn sites, then they give the blue vested cinema chums a reason to deny your entry into cinemas, then prevents young idiots from purchasing cigarettes even though the stupid rule has never been applied anywhere in malaysia, gives astro a brilliant idea to have features that can lock channels so young kids wouldnt be exposed to excessive violence and sex(like they cant learn from more obvious anywheres), and now, all bloody banks are not allowed to issue atm cards to teens below 18!! That means i dont get to withdraw my cash anytime i want!

Dad got me an atm card from arab malaysian bank 3 years ago, and that time, with parent's consent, you can get an atm card but your limit stops at 200 ringgit per withdrawal. Screw all limits then, i had only 10 ringgit in my account. And it didnt last very long.

Oblivious to interest rates and secret cash from dad trickling into my account. I didnt care about my atm card nor my account since i percieved it to be empty until one december day in cameron highlands 3 years ago when i almost dried myself of cash. I decided to proceed to an AM bank teller to check my balance. Slot the card in, waited for it to load to the password page, then confidently typed in the 6 digit password that i thought i remembered. Brilliant me, i consistently keyed in the wrong password 3 times and got my poor card blocked.

There i was, standing in front of the teller that was busy rejecting my card from the slot, glaring at the black screen. As idiotic as i can be, i retrieved my card, lovingly slipped it back into my wallet and walked to the nearest sundry shop to buy twiggies.

The blocked atm card has been a prop in my wallet until today when mum brought me to the bank again to get a card change. I was charged 12 ringgit for a new card. Then i proceeded to the customer service counter for a spanking new card. The attending lady keyed my initials and ic number into her computer and presented a few paperwork to me for signatures. She promptly held up my old card, grabbed her scissors and snipped it into half. Then amusingly, she picked up her calculator and started adding up my age.
"I'm sorry i cant issue your card until you're 18 which would be on your birthday in 2007."
"Oh is it? Erm okay then." (hands starting to sweat, small fire igniting in heart)
"I will give you your 12 ringgit refund."
"Oh okay." (fire building up, cursing my luck)

I'm not really pissed at the fact that this new stupid rule of atm cards issued to teens above 18 even though i have my own account, i'm more pissed at the lady for snipping my old atm card and then not giving me a new one. And now i think its in half and lying in a dump somewhere in ss2 crying to come back to my wallet. Damn you AM bank employee.

I cant drive, i cant play football, i cant study, i cant think of any other ways to earn money to get climbing shoes except to sell my other shoes, and now, i cant freaking access my pot of gold!

Jinny

To, my 200th post, and a few good men.

I've always expected my 200th blog post to be a cheery affair ever since i was pondering on post number 160 but sadly, this post is everything but a cheery affair.

Have you ever come across a person in your live who just deprives you of what you enjoy doing? Someone to whom you plead sincerely and frantically for something only to be ignored? Someone who makes instant harsh desicions because of one idiot and that jeopardises others? I thought i've never, until this noble man i once look up to in admiration came along. Familiar as he always is, mr. zol.

Athletics and football in smkts has never been in good terms since god knows when. Its like the british and the irish, or the greeks and trojans. Or so it is amongst the coaches as far as im concerned. We from the athletics team will make this illegal transition to football without mr. zol's knowledge only to be discovered later on and given the cold treatment.

Illegal is ONLY when your football agendas are clashing with your athletic's. According to mr. zol, "you can play only if all your competitions are over". Those are the exact words strictly implemented into our naive little minds when he notices the football craze slowly overshadowing our athletic's priorities. Once your done with your running and jumping and whatever shit sport you've been forced to take part in, even more so when you're in your last year of school and your athletics "career" ends prematurely because you're too lousy to qualify for the next phase of competitions. Then according to the man himself, you can break every bone in your body for fuck cares.

See. All these words of fuckwisdom. And what happens now? It all seems like he's never oozed any similiar sounding shit from his voice box ever. Oh yeah, i forgot about the rule. The incomprehensibly idiotic fucked-up rule. Said to be created by the upper authorities of the school. "Athletes are NOT allowed to play football". Sounds like a brilliant plan to keep every runner in their best conditions before competitions but when you implement it after every is done and over like me. It becomes worse than the mppj bastards building a field and informing residents that they cant use it. No, not only that, it becomes a load of fucking fucked up bollocks.

Here's my problem. I ran for the school since i was in wee form 2. As far as i know, carried the school name to maybe a new level. Once or twice made the school proud. And this year i finally bowed out of athletics with a 5th place finish in the heptathlon. My oh-so-noble coach mr. zol personally came up to me and said this is the end of my athletics, which in my vocabulary, means i no longer am tied to the leash of the school like all athletes. Neither do i see any mistake in taking up another sport. Plus my other sport in school is football. So of course i would go to football, i wouldnt wanna sit around doing nothing and still be calling myself the "prestigious" title of a school athlete. And then what happens? Some idiot(no names mentioned) has more competitions but insists on playing for the school football team, then the news broke to beloved mr. zol and in a fit of rage, drank his coffee, shouted at mr. kamal(football coach) and harshly forbid every school athlete from football. Yea thanks alot.

I usually dont beg but beg i did for the past two days. Not literally on my knees kinda beg but the explain my condition and desire kinda beg. The noble one wasnt around so i had to resort to telephones and text messaging. This was my desperate plea:

"Hello sir. I still dont understand why you and the school would make a decision to disallow me to play football. I have finished my athletics and i wish to have nothing else to do with it already. I totally understand if you dont allow *blah blah blah* to play but i have finished my competitions already. I am not influenced by other people into this decision. I really really want to play football and i enjoy doing so. So please sir. I just want to represent the school in football one last time and thats it. Please sir."

Thats my 5 page long message and nope, i didnt get a reply. NO REPLY!!! Tell me guys, how heartless and selfish can a person get? I'm done with running, he knows it. I really really want to play football, he knows it. Then why be so selfish to this extend of forbiding me of doing what i enjoy when it wouldn't even hurt anybody?! I've been banging fists and my head on walls and i still DONT GET IT! All i need is a bloody YES from him and there i'll be happy as a butterfly, go play my football, contribute to the team and to the school and then DONE! I come back, i walk around school, go for your pjk classes, focus on my subjects like normal! I dont see why i'm still tied to this athletics chain when you personally told me i'm done already! Guys. Please. You know how this feels. You read this post, and you'll know how i feel right now. Someone stopping you from doing what you enjoy doing for NO fucking particular reason at all! Its just plain selfish and self-centered. Its not like he has plans for me. He just does it. For his own ego.

WHY??????????????????????????

WHY THE FUCK DO THIS?????????

I JUST WANNA PLAY FOOTBALL..

Thats all i'm asking for from you. Thats all i'm asking for! You self-centered egoistic man! Even your wealth of experience and knowledge cannot help you get my respect for this.

This post is not meant for silent dissing. Its publicised for god's sake. I pray your "loyal" athletes and pet-students read this and then break the news to you so that you know how selfish you've been to me.

I'm hurt and frustrated beyond comprehension.

Jinny

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