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