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Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Prom......

Tum-de-tum-tum......... Holidays and I'm BORED!!! Barely 2 days without any activities and I feel like I'm rotting........

Anyway, prom (also known as Corroboree. I actually don't know why. Must be some teacher's idea of Australianising SAM students) was last Wednesday, 21 November. And guess what? The organization sucked.

*Sigh* First, they insisted on stamping the attendees' hands with some stupid Taylors stamp. With ink that 1) dries slowly 2) Comes off immediately once it touches water 3)Stains. So everyone had some blue blotch on one hand. Ewwwww......

Then they gave us a keychain. I actually don't mind keychains, in fact I've quite a few. But their keychain only had some stupid Taylors College logo on it. No prizes for guessing who sponsored those. Couldn't they have given something more memorable? Maybe something with a koala on it? Koalas are cute, right? The Taylors logo isn't.

And then came the dinner. It started off with the most pathetic intro by the emcees. An upbeat performance, dance or something would've been better.

Emcee 1:"Welcome, SAM students, to the 2007 Corroboree, themed *insertfunnyFrenchterm*" (Or something to that effect)
Blank stares all around.
Emcee 2:"That means "Red Carpet Glamour"
Irritated expressions abound.

Wow. You are SOOOO great. IT'S PRINTED ON THE TICKET FOR GOD'S SAKE. WHO CARES WHAT THE FRENCH TERM IS? It's an Australian program. What do Australians speak? ENGLISH. Incompetent bumbling show-offs only succeeded in showing 1) ignorance of the audience's expectations 2) their blindingly big egos

Then the speeches......... Boring....... but at least expected.

Now, all the teachers were invited onto the stage. First pleasant(?) surprise of the evening (Plenty of unpleasant ones already). Ms Ng changed her hairstyle. Almost couldn't recognize her. Really not sure whether that's a good thing.

Next, the food. There must have been around 8 courses or so, most of which sucked. The fried rice towards the end was the most horrible I've tasted. If you told me it was boiled rice I would have believed you. Any coffeeshop fried rice stall could do better. RM 100 for crap? That's life. I think the RM 100 per head must have gone to the service instead. The waiters kept changing the plates, I think the RM 1000 per table must have bought the hotel lots and lots of new china.

And of course, the mandatory performances. I guess they weren't THAT bad, but I didn't feel entertained at all. Power ballads don't exactly help the digestion, especially when the food sucks and the sound's too loud. Where's the comedy skit? Would've done everyone a world of good, especially after the sucky beginning.

On and on it went..... The prom king/queen thing sucked even more. There was a Q&A session to show the contestants' "intelligence". All of the answers were either a) inaudible b) cliched c) illogical. Luckily my table lost the voting sheet. None of them deserved the title.

The performances ( and dinner) ended with a rock (more like metal) performance by 1 screamer and 1 skilled guitarist and a bunch of kelefe. Coupled with the LOUD sound system, it was really nice.......when it finally ended.

The dance floor opened. With what music? Disco/ party music. I thought prom = ball = classical/slow rock? The organizers must have thought prom = party = clubbing-alcohol= LOUD DISCO. How to dance like that? You get everyone dressed to the nines for the last night of SAM, with jackets and long dresses and high heels, and you expect them to party wildly? You guys are geniuses. Half the crowd went outside the ballroom to escape.

In the end, I think the only enjoyable part was the crowd. The performers all took themselves too seriously, except maybe the guy who dedicated his performance to his date/girlfriend.

And I didn't get to go to the bar with the others because of my curfew........ TTT___TTT

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Alright!! The school year's over!! Gonna miss my class though....

Anyway, you guys must have noticed that my c-box has been defiled by the opinions of an asshole calling himself Vision. Well, I can't say much about his vision seeing that he doesn't have the brains to see that this blog is for my own thoughts. If you think it's cat crap that's your business, insult me all you want and don't read my blog. See If I give a fuck. No one's forcing you to read this. But don't insult those who leave comments. WTF did they do to you, Vision?

Vision's definitely a guy (Obvious, really, from the crude caveman language). A poor, demented soul who spends his time masturbating in the privacy of his room while imposing his dirty, sad thoughts on other's blogs, getting his kicks out of insulting people.

Sad, sad soul.

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Final Destination (for 2007)

Finals are going to start. 2 weeks and 1.5 days of hell........then 2/3 months of heaven/boredom!!! (Always optimistic, that's me :p)

Actually, I have no idea what I'm going to do during those 2/3 months. But that's the sort of problem I love. Anyway, it's been a great year (not counting the stress).

Here's a joke I heard a long time ago, the best motivational 1 I've heard. Hopefully this will relax my readers enough to let the take their exams in a good, unstressed manner.

Why Worry?
In life there are only 2 things to worry about. Either you're sick, or you're healthy. If you're healthy, there's nothing to worry about. If you're sick, there are only 2 things to worry about. Either you get well or you die. If you get well, there's nothing to worry about. If you die, there are only 2 things to worry about. Either you go to heaven or you go to hell. If you go to heaven, there's nothing to worry about. If you got to hell, you'll be so busy making new friends that you won't have time to worry!!

Cheers! Good luck to everyone for the finals!!

Friday, November 2, 2007

Malaysia in the eyes of the world



I got this in an email and I thought I'd post it so that you know what people outside Malaysia REALLY think about us. Clicking on the pic should allow you to see a bigger version. If it's still not clear, ask me to email the original to you. Just give me your address. (the original version was a pdf file. Couldn't upload it here, that's why it might not be clear.)