Panthera Sapiens Ellipsis: The Blog

It's been an awfully stressful week for me. I don't like having exams. Who does? Even the adults I talk to sometimes admit that the best thing about being grown up is that they don't need to sit for any exams any more. May they have joy of it. I certainly don't. The Applied Math exam, for example. I do declare Mr. Eek sees exams as a way of getting back at the students who mock his speech impediments. There's no other logical reason for his setting killer questions in every examination and awarding them enough marks to pass or fail everybody. Everybody usually fails, of course, except a very few who somehow, inexplicably, strangely, are both on his good side and have a talent for Applied Math. And the Biology exam! Heavens, I admit that the human body is wonderfully made, and I know plants are incredibly delicate and difficult to understand... but why oh why are scientists so stitched egotistical? The chamber of Me, the You-ian fibers, the bundle of His... hello. W

I have officially changed my least favourite day of the week to Monday. I hate waking up early. In fact I hate it so much that if I were to list all my most hated tunes, the alarm clock song my handphone plays would tie for number 1 with The Cheeky Song. Unfortunately, this also means that I often choose to ignore it and end up rushing off to school without breakfast in a mad panic, caused by waking up one hour too late. I have noticed that recently I've become rather more voracious than usual. Anybody who's seen me eat will know that this is not a good sign, but there you are: I'm eating more now, or at least getting hungrier more frequently. I took an inventory of my eating habits over the weekend, and I've found myself capable of devouring a large bread roll in less than 5 minutes. That's a rough estimate of RM2 per 5 minutes, which equals about 40 cents per minute, or almost one cent every second. It's a good thing the holidays begin in 19 days' time and

ARRRGGGHH. I just spent ONE HOUR typing this post, and then my stupid server went and conked out on me, and now I've got to type the whole blasted thing over again. Grr. Don't blame me for possible vitriol. My fingers hurt. Anyway, it was Cheeky's birthday yesterday, so a bunch of classmates decided to go for a movie and dinner (in that order). That bunch included me, which at first surprised the others because I have somehow acquired a reputation for being a Super Geek. You know, the type of person who sees skipping classes as a hanging-and-quartering crime. But I tagged along anyway. Besides, I didn't mind an excuse, however lame, to skip Applied Math class. Squinting has never been good for the eyes. We got to the cinema and bought tickets to A Sound Of Thunder. (I would have preferred Sky High, but Little Bear has already watched that and we didn't want to risk snores or spoliers cropping up.) We bought popcorn and Coke and went and watched the movie. It was hor

Today's post will be a rant against a select few people who've ticked me off recently, so it'll be a longer post than usual and will probably take a rather long time to load, so my apologies beforehand for all inconvenience caused. And now for the recipients of my ill-will, in chronological order. First of all, Psycho . I've been saving this up since Friday when I found out that he hasn't filled up the attendance register for two months--since the last holidays. As a result, the whole class has been absent as far as the office is concerned. Lovely situation, isn't it? 30-plus students, all ganging up together to defy the school by boycotting all their classes simultaneously. I must say, if he thinks it's his life mission to destroy anything and everything that other people have built up, it's his own call to make. If he wants to sow chaos and reap the consequences, hey, who am I to stand in the way of his destruction? But the fact is that by becoming the

I finished reading The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole for the second time last Saturday. The first time I read it was when Chronicles lent it to me, and we spent a bit of time wondering why Adrian Mole was so obsessed with sizes of various bodily parts. We were both 12 at the time. Now it's 6 years later, and I can understand most of the obsessions. However, those are not my main point at this time, firstly because those obsessions took place years and years ago. Right now I'm just bemused by the fact that Adrian Mole even decided to censure various X-rated words from his diary. Whatever happened to 'a diary is where you are completely honest and write whatever you want'? The guy's gone and put little asterisks, euphemisms, and little italics all over the place instead of properly detailed references to... whatever. It has just struck me that perhaps the language I have been using on this blog is a little too PG for my readers; after all, everybody else seems to swear

It's amazing how the sight of this blank form turns my creative juices off like nothing else can. It must be the sudden depressing sight of so much white space to fill up. Then again, I don't recall being affected by blogger's block while typing onto MS Word, and there's plenty of blank space there too... maybe it's just some other factor that I haven't identified. Given that exams are just another three weeks or so away (my lecturers have just begun announcing it) and my Chem can be quite safely pinpointed onto next Monday or Tuesday (bye bye, there goes my weekend), I should really be experiencing more stress than I am feeling right now. It could be that I'm just suppressing it, or maybe that I'm repressed, or it could just be that I'm being proud again, which is dangerous because I don't want to fail anything again. One very strange thing that's just occurred is the sudden removal of the login forms on my school's computer lab's co

Well! My exams are, at long last, over, and I've got a little more time on my hands than I did last week--which, all things considered, still isn't much. But at least I do have the time now to catch up on my manga reading. Not, of course, that I've got a deadline or anything to catch up to, but it's fun and it's the only entertainment I've got. Unless you count watching my room-mate study. By the way, I had a rather amusing encounter on Saturday night, on the way to dinner (I always go to the same little corner shop for dinner on weekends because it gives half-price dinners after 8 pm). It was, I think, shortly after turning into the junction. This little red car blinked a light at me, which I paid no attention to and went on walking. When the car stopped inches away from squashing my foot, though, I did pay attention. And then this little Malay guy hops out of the back and circles the car to come and face me. By this time I was pretty sure that they wanted me,