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I should really just update short posts from time to time about things I would like to record down ...

Because I can't remember what happened in the past few days ...

Furthermore, I'm lazy to strain my brains to think about it ...


Our PE teacher is gone,
Probably one of the best teachers in our school,
Gone,
Again.

Apparently most good teachers will never stay,
Sigh.

PE would be a pain in the neck from now onwards.


The probationary prefect shit,
It's so much of bull,
I don't even wanna talk about it.


Homework.
Darn homework.
People who think that homework isn't stressful is probably because they spend the whole day finishing up homework,
Or,
They just don't care about it.


My future?
Gosh,
Clueless still,
Hoping for a sign from some divine presence,
If you know what I mean.


I'm actually blabbering here,
With no direction or second thoughts.
Blah blah blah blah =.=


Oh yeah,
Chinese literature competition tomorrow,
Great,
I bet it would have to stay up late to finish my moral crap,
Add maths,
And other homework that seem burdensome to me D;
-Kritz

Time to rant about my school life again.

Gosh.
I really hate the system.

The current thing I hate is the stupid moral Tugasan Harian.
The subject itself is a waste of time.
Making us learn moral doesn't necessarily means that we will have moral values implanted into our brains.
In fact ... there isn't any use for it,
Probably training our minds to memorise so called 'definitions' for values,
Word by word,
And puke everything out during the exams.

What else to rant about ...

The changing of the language used for Science and Maths?
The limitation of subjects for SPM?

You know, seriously,
If they really want to make a change,
They should really look into the content and the practicality of those subjects.
Seriously.

With all those political acts to gain support and whatnot,
It really disgusts me.
-Kritz

A spur-of-the-moment thing.

Remember those times,
Where I used to blog about,
Stuff I noticed,
Around my life,
Despite it being tacky and all,
I just loved expressing my 'thoughts' about it?

Anyway,
Blogs,
Personal blogs especially,
Helps one to express their feelings,
Especially for those who normally keep everything to themselves,
Or maybe even disregarding it,
Thinking it is something unimportant.

But when they blog,
Somehow,
That little feelings trapped inside their hearts will let lose,
And they somehow turn into someone else.

Even though,
Sometimes,
Their language isn't that good,
Or it might seem a little tacky,
It really doesn't matter.

People who seem to never have a sensitive side;
People who seem to never show a sensitive side;
People who seem to be happy-go-lucky all the time;
People who seem disturbed but never expressive;
Their blogs will probably amaze you,
Of course,
If only you have a open perspective of everything.

Sad thing is,
There will always be those antagonists who will discourage them.

Sigh.


End of random musing.
:D
-Kritz

Seminar ... AGAIN.

During the previous Wednesday,
4 Alfa, 4 Beta and 2 Lambda went to SEGi University College in Damansara to attend the 'Secrets of Super Students' seminar,


For the 3rd time.


On the way there,
Since Damansara was quite far,
We enjoyed ourselves in the bus!


And even took random pictures!
Since it was raining,
Everything was quite okay.


The seminar started off with students from an Islamic school leading in the National Anthem,

Dominoes,
Being the organizers of this seminar,
Their crew had some war cry,


Even thought I couldn't really hear what were they shouting about.

There was even some guy,
Some big shot of Dominoes,
With a killer British accent D:


Soon after,
Out came the motivational speaker,
Mr. Adam Khoo!


The whole seminar was basically the same with the previous years,


So it was ... a little boring.

Enthusiastic Eirban managed to answer a question by Adam,
Scoring himself a voucher.


Around ... I can't remember when,
We went back!


Random picture of She-Reen's spectacles when she was emo-ing in the bus.
(She just didn't feel well ... )


Since the seminar was organized by Dominoes,
We get free pizzas!


Now I (or Eirban) will have to write the report on the above seminar as our class newsletter,
More work D:

* * *

The next day,
Thursday,
Yesterday,
We had a Chemistry quiz!


Credits to Kar Mern for using my camera to take this picture.

It was .... just hard and cruel.

* * *

Today,
During Mandarin class after school,
Towards the end,
We had some Mandarin related activity,
Like always.

Here's a video about it:

video


To end this post,
Here's a random picture,
A marker pen I bought at Popular the last time I went to Sunway Pyramid.


I'll be returning the camera today.
Bye camera!

Bye random-posts-with-random-pictures!
-Kritz

Random pictures, random updates.

Wow.
When was the last time I blogged?

*refers to my previous post*

Hari Berinteraksi?
When was that,
A year ago?

Anyway ...
Us probationary prefects was given a task,
To collect signatures from every other prefect.

Yes,
Every other prefect.

You can see students with green tags on their chests swarming another student in green uniform.
Very often.

The task was given on Thursday,
Suppose to pass it up on Monday,
But somehow ... it was extended,
To when? I don't know,
Hopefully next week or something.

Other than that ...
Joined tug-of-war last Friday,
Unwillingly,
Lost because it was an unfair fight,
7 of us against what, 10 or 12?
Winning the first round was probably just luck.
Losing the next two rounds was expected.

Been playing with my cousin's digital camera,
I just love playing with macro,
Taking pictures close up.

Our canteen officially closed down,
What I meant was the person in charge was changed,
Since our canteen was dirty or something.
Hopefully the new authorities would sell better food at better prices,
And make the canteen a much more hygienic place D:

Went out with my mom's friend and her daughter on Saturday,
They were blasting Michael Jackson's songs all the way to Sunway Pyramid,
Not that I mind at all.
Ended up walking by myself most of the time,
Somehow I have an extensive history of walking alone in Sunway Pyramid.

Went to Popular,
Took what seemed like forever to pick the stationary of my choice,
And proceed to scout for Rubik's cubes :D
My 4th one cracked,
I can't believe both my DIYs cracked,
D:

Met up with the women/girls,
Ate at Wendy's.
One thing's for sure,
I won't be eating there any time soon!

On the way back,
Spotted a stall selling Rubik's cubes,
Somehow, my radar senses were tingling,
Bought a Dian Sheng mini 3x3x3 cube for RM25.
Thanks mom for paying RM20.

Had MYF Sunday the next day,
I couldn't attend the past 4 weeks of practice,
Where they had this performance planned,
So I just sat there and watched.
The preacher that day was nice!
I still remember this sentence:
"Thank goodness that the bible has a lot of ANDs and BUTs,
Not ENDs and BUTTs,
ANDs and BUTs!"
The performance was amazing!
They had this ... what do you call it?
Drum thing?
All well choreographed and everything,
Cool!

Happy birthday Blake!
Went to his last-minute-planned party later that afternoon.

I have so much of unfinished homework and stuff to do,
It's stacking up like mad,
Like tetris without a player to fill the blocks in.

Oh yeah,
Our education minister decided to scrape

Oh, and YAY!
Daughtry's sophomore album, Leave This Town,
Is OUT!

Can't wait for OneRepublic's this early fall,
Whenever that is :O

* * *

Erm ... some random picture about some food my dad and I had to eat after the funeral.

Josh drew this. (He loves drawing these =x)

Messy table - Angeline's (left), Fiona's (right)

Tug-of-war!

More tug-of-war!

Rugbi Sentuh - Tag Rugby maybe?

My first 3 signatures. 68 more to go!

More signatures! Currently have 61/71 D:
Even the paper has grown old.

Random macro picture.
IGNORE THE UGLY HANDWRITING.
It normally isn't that ugly D:
(By the way, all the stationary are mine)

The earth is tearing apart! NOOO!
Actually it's the table in my Chemistry lab, lol.

The path that leads to who-knows-where ...

Random lame picture.

New Rubik's cube :D

The tiny one on the left! <3
-Kritz

Why do I feel this way?

Thank you for all the concerns,
I kinda felt okay about everything on that day itself,
Not that I'm stone cold or anything,
I just don't know why.

Can't recall events that happened,
My memory sucks.


Facebook's Typing Maniac is fun!

Life's ... okay.

That's the problem,
It's so 'okay' it's becoming not okay.

*yawn*

Had Hari Berinteraksi a.k.a. Hari Terbuka last week,
A parent-teacher's conference ... sort of.

Took results,
Had to walk around looking out for ... stuff.

Meh.

There's really nothing much to blog about,
Long ago I used to blog about my views, thoughts and stuff,
But it all seems ... not really nice somehow.

Maybe some place else ...
-Kritz

A Grandparentless Grandchild

Somehow ... I didn't felt like blogging about my grandmother's death in detail.
But I thought ... this would be some sort of respect for her anyway.

On Sunday, 27th June, 2009,
My father, mother and I went back to my mother's hometown to see my grandmother.
My aunt thought that something was wrong,
Hoping that we would see her,
Since it was quite some time that my father and I hadn't had a chance to see her.

So early in the morning,
We went back,
I had no objections because I didn't want to have any regrets.

I saw her,
She looked different,
Her breaths were short,
Like a crying person,
Taking in quick breaths,
But much more suffering.

Just looking at her,
I felt like crying.
She must be going through a painful situation,
And I have no idea whether is she still mentally conscious,
Or just struggling to stay alive.

To think that,
I had no feelings during the camp's crying session.

The last time I felt like crying when I saw my grandmother,
Was when she just admitted into the hospital.
It's been around 7 months since then.

So later that evening,
All of us, including my relatives,
Went out for an early dinner.
While waiting for the dishes to be served,
My aunt received a call from her neighbour,
Saying that there was some urgent matter that happened at home.
Half of the people present rushed back,
Leaving my cousin, her children, my father and I.

So we ate,
Thinking that it was probably someone who stopped by to visit my grandmother,
Since no one called to update us on anything.

After eating,
Wondering why were they taking so long,
My father called.

My grandmother passed away.

We rushed back,
Some how,
I tried thinking about other possibilities,
Like my father misheard or somehow they passed the wrong message.
But no,
That couldn't happen.
How could one misheard death?

Upon reaching,
I saw a couple of my uncle's friend there,
Taking down some stuff,
Walking in and out.

I walked in,
Went into my grandmother's bedroom,
Saw her lying on her bed,
Lifeless,
Cold,
Still,
Dead.

There was no mistake.
Her soul has left.

I grabbed her cold hand,
And tears started to flow.

Other relatives were walking around,
Making phone calls,
Arranging funerals,
Taking down red decorations in the house,
Being busy and all.

I just ... cried.

My mother decided to stay,
While my father and I went back to pack some stuff,
And come back the next morning.

I continued to cry in the car,
Trying to hold it back,
Even though I knew I shouldn't.
In the end,
I cried myself to sleep.

I woke up,
And since then,
I never cried.

The next morning,
My father and I arrived in my mother's hometown again.

All the furniture was moved away,
And my grandmother's body was in the middle of the living room.

Processions followed after processions,
Lifting her into a coffin,
Nailing it shut,
Preparing offerings and everything.

At night,
They had some Taoist/Buddhist procession,
That lasted for 6 hours.
I followed,
Even though knowing that I'm a Christian,
I shouldn't be involved in other religious ceremonies,
I just followed.

And didn't like a single bit of it,
Constantly wondering how would this do any good to my deceased grandmother.

But in respect for her,
And for my relatives,
I just did everything ordered.

6 hours straight of processions,
Somehow carried my mind away from my grandmother's death,
Hoping that the procession would end soon.

The next morning,
We had to walk in our socks for a few kilometers,
Following the car that carried the coffin.

Went to a graveyard in Teluk Intan,
Where my grandfather that I never saw was buried there,
And my grandmother was to be buried right beside him.

Everything ended,
Was relieved,
But I was still sad over my grandmother's death.

Went back home,
Had to prepare for school and everything.

Back to life, I guess.


I guess I didn't had any regrets,
It was as if my grandmother struggled till she saw my father, mother and I,
Before leaving this cruel world.
Although I'm not the best grandchild out there,
I'm grateful that she has showered me with her love,
And naggings of course.


In loving memory of my beloved grandmother.
-Kritz