Last post

I know this was supposed to be due on Sunday but since many didn't post until recently, I thought I'd buy my time as well. Anyway, I feel kinda poignant knowing that I'll probably never blog again after this. The unfortunate outcome of the blog will probably be pretty similar to the other one, left to wither and slowly decompose in the cruel online world. After all, knowing that my pebel marks won't be cut if I don't blog plays a pretty big factor in my laziness. It's still pretty sad though, knowing that nothing will ever amount from my time(15 minutes) and effort(short one paragraph posts). Bur I guess that's life. I know everyone expects you to write an impactful last post as a farewell token but I've honestly nothing much to say. It's funny, throughout the year, I had so much to say and I'd always tell myself "oh, I'll put it on my blog" but now that we're at the end, I find myself reflecting on a more silent note. And maybe farewells aren't meant to go out with a bang, maybe just a small fizzle will suffice. The word "farewell" is such a beautiful word and it shouldn't be limited to just the English language so adieu, abschied, addio, comiat, farval, despedida, vale, and wakare.

6/8-12/8

Can someone please tell august to slow the hell down and wait for me to catch up? Yes, I just realised that trials are only in a couple of weeks and I've barely started on revision. I mean, I thought I had all the time in the world and suddenly, *whoosh* where did all the time go? Oh yes, i spent it on the internet and watching the Olympics. speaking of the Olympics, did you know that there were more people in the stadium watching the athlete from Grenada than Grenada itself? And I thought Malaysia was small. So, back to the issue of August being a total b**** and wanting to speed along without any consideration for my poor, unprepared soul. Even as I am complaining about not having enough time, here I am utilizing it by blogging (not that I don't enjoy it, it's actually quite therapeutic) Well, that's all for now. If anyone can find a way to reach the higher echelons that control time, do contact me as I have urgent issues in dire need of settling with them.

23/7-5/8

As usual, I didn't really do anything exciting this weekend other than lazing about and being a bum. Honestly, I was so unproductive that I can scarcely remember doing anything at all. Oh, I watched the Olympics (was it the badminton weekend?) See how hazy my memory is? Anyway, nothing particularly interesting happened to me this week, I honestly cannot comprehend how people have uber-exciting social lives and then have gazillions of things to blog about. I, for one, am a lifeless starfish and intend to remain so. Thus, here ends my post as I leave to decompose in all my starfish glory.

Childhood Fears

         I was a weird kid. Instead of watching Disney movies and Barbie the Magic Princess, my favourite movies were "James and The Giant Peach" and "Billy Elliot". Who doesn't love a welsh kid that dances ballet? Thus, it would only be natural that my fears were just as out of the ordinary. I remember being afraid of lots of things yet doing them anyway, not to conquer my fears but out of sheer stupidity. For example, I had a real fear of the iron when I was a kid. To me, they were these heavy metal things that could potentially endanger your life. They were a more realistic and less adequate version of the Power Rangers' weapons. For any other kid, he/she would not have touched the iron with a ten-foot pole but not me. I just has to touch the base of the iron with my hand right after my grandmother was done using it. Of course, it definitely wasn't as hot as I expected it to be and I didn't die, but it was still pretty hot. Ever since then, I have hated all things hot, including the sun. Thanks iron, for causing me to get bronchitis because I don't drink any hot drinks.
            Another quirky fear of mine is definitely the fear of chicken going extinct. As I have mentioned, I devour chicken the was our culture devours reality television. Chicken, to me was like the Kardashians to reality TV addicts. If I had chicken for lunch, I would probably have it for dinner again. As a kid, it was the only type of meat I ate-except for a short phase when I had a strange passion for lamb. Even now, I still love chicken more than my family and friends. Just yesterday, I had fried chicken for breakfast, BBQ roasted chicken for lunch and paprika chicken for dinner. There is rarely a gastronomical moment in my life that does not include chicken. So, for a chicken-lover like me, the idea of there being no more chickens in the world for my consumption is akin to a singer losing his/her voice. It would be a downright calamity and a severe injustice to me. You might question the validity of this fear of mine but pause to think for a moment. What if someone took your favourite thing in the world and there were no other replicas? Just substitute it with chicken and you will understand.
                  There was also another fear of mine that I find difficult to explain. Remember the face of a baby on the sun in everyone's favourite children's show; Teletubbies? Did you think it was cute and simply adorable? Did you look up to the sun and wonder why there was no baby in it? Well, that's because only sadists and extremely intelligent people would trap innocent little babies in suns. Believe me, I hated the baby in the sun. Every time it came on, I would cry out and beg my mum to fast forward the part where it shone and gurgled. I mean, I wasn't a particularly precocious kid but even I could tell that any baby that was banished to the sun and still smiled with all the optimism in the world would definitely have to be evil. Do I sense a little Stockholm Syndrome? And the way it spied on the Teletubbies was a tad Orwellian for my liking. All the teletubbies ever did was sigh with amazement and amble around, they weren't exactly very interesting creatures. That solidified it for me that the baby in the sun was a weird, twisted stalker that deserved to be censored form television.
                    My last and least interesting fear has to be the fear of dogs. I purposely listed this fear as the last one to ensure that you will read my whole essay without skipping the generic portion of it. While the fear of dogs is quite a commonplace fear, when I say that i fear them, I literally mean it. Take for example, once when I was walking to the local orphanage with my maid, I saw a dog a great distance away. Yet, I refused to continue with my journey for fear it would pounce on me and rip me to shreds. It wasn't a puppy or a poodle, mind you. I was afraid of them, not stupid. However, it was pretty big and seemed intimidating even from afar. Maybe it was my poor eyesight but I swear I could see it's eyes searing into my body, probably thinking to itself "Well, there stands my lunch." My maid, being of an extremely insensitive nature, practically dragged me for a few centimeters more before she gave up. While she dragged me, I stood shock still whilst begging her to spare my life. As we stood there arguing, I saw the dog approaching us with evil in it's eyes. My poor heart couldn't take anymore so I ran home and burst into tears. My inane fear of dogs actually stemmed from when I was about 9 years old and got chased by a bulldog. I ran so fast back then that my slippers flew into the drain. Ever since then, I tremble and cry like a baby whenever there's a dog around.
                   Well, those are just a few of my childhood fears that I can recall vividly. I could expound on a few more but then I would end up boring you and who would want to be bored senseless reading a factual essay on childhood fears? If I was Freud, I'd probably theorize that fears stem from some deeply hidden sexual feelings just to spice it up, but this is a family- friendly blog. That's all I have to say for my childhood fears whist remaining on topic. If you are in need of reading more mature and less frivolous essays, please read the essays of other people that have spent more effort and time on theirs. Lastly, I dare you to find any of your childhood fears that are stranger than "the sun in Teletubbies."      

16/7-22/7

Oh, of Japanese food and beer! Well, on saturday, the whole bunch of us went to Umai-ya for lunch to celebrate our victory and Pei Ming's birthday (which I subsequently found out the next day). Anyway, the food was great, as it should be considering the exorbitant price one pays for it. Of course, the best part of the lunch was the free flow of the beer! I know, it's only Tiger but hey, it's beer,ok? re: not an alcoholic. So, we ended the lunch with a drinking game which I volunteered myself to drink for those who couldn't. See how noble and self-sacrificing I was? Oh, you embarrass me with your praise. After the lunch, eight of us met up with Carmie the car-men choong at OU to watch "THE DARK KNIGHT RISES". It was just djkfjhksk. Yeah, that's how awesome it was. While we are on the topic of the movie, I think it's only suitable to remember the victims of the horrific colorado shooting that died during the premiere of the movie. For the majority of us, the movie will be etched in our memories as one to remember but for those who lost their lives, family and friends, it is a tragedy. So, let's not forget them even while we enjoy ourselves. Alrighty, that's all for this week. Adios, little invincible ones

'Step by Wicked Step"

         Based on the novel 'Step by Wicked Step' by Anne Fine, Richard Clayton Harwick's character had faced many problems starting at a young age prominently after the demise of his beloved father. Along the way, he was forced to make many decisions to solve his problems based on what he deemed right at the moment. Richard became desolate when his helpless mother marries the wicked Reverend Coldstone whom he called "the black bat". It did not help that her sister, Charlotte was fond of him. His stepfather treated him cruelly often chastising him harshly and even decided to send him to boarding school. Being convinced that he had had enough. he ran away from home, far away from his family who could not relate to his predicament. He worked as a laborer in the seas for many years, working his way up. At that point of time, Richard believed that it was the best resort as he was emancipated from his agony. One day, he chanced upon an advertisement seeking him. Charlotte who possibly died during childbirth revealed the true state of misery of their family in a letter. He was remorseful that his poor mother had died of heartbreak, ignorant of the many years she tried to locate him. He wondered, had all these events occurred because of his wrong decision? He was not any happier than that moment he decided to leave thinking he was doing the right thing. Richard wrote in his journal that the trials and tribulations of his life, expressing his inner thoughts kept too long to change anything to whoever that would find it, read it and pity him.

2/7-8/7

'elo lovahs! Alright, so i woke up at 6.30 on saturday for the HELP Law Olympiad 2012. Remember how i mentioned in one of my previous posts that I was scurrying to join any competition that existed? Yeah, this was one of those aforementioned competitions. Ok, so i woke up pretty early as I told my team members to arrive at my house at 7. Well, guess what? no one came on time. Not that i'm begrudging them or anything (they're awesome) but if they had informed me beforehand that they were going to be late, I would've woken up later. Anyway, we then made our journey to HELP accompanied by a big fat book of proverbs and quotes which later turned out to be quite useless. I barely even touched the book as I thought there's absolutely no chance for us to win so why bother? It's not being defeatist, it's a little something called realism. I mean, I read that the SECOND PLACED winners last year did months of preparation and yet failed to emerge champions. What about us? we treated it as if we were going for a vacation minus the last minute said flip through fat useless book. The only form of preparation that we did was scheme to act dumb so the other competitors would not be wary of us and then we would strike like a ninja. So, we arrived and we joked, laughed and fooled around till the point that one of the marshals actually came to our table and shushed us. I bet that no one, least of all ourselves, expected us to win anything. I'm not going to explain the challenges as you can read it on Esther's or Zhi hao's blog so it would be redundant for me to do so. Plus, I'm just plain lazy so sue me. After lunch-which was nasi lemak-the Law Department presented a mock trial to us in a moot court. I think it was more of a comedy show than a serious legal case but I suppose that providing humour was their original intent. Did it make me laugh? Yes. Did it inspire me to become a lawyer? No. I'd rather be a stripper than a lawyer. Not that I've the looks or the body for it but it's just a comparison. But I digress. Back to the competition, we thought that maybe we had an outside chance of placing 10th or 9th but when they reached the top 3 without announcing our team, we were pretty deflated. Great, we'll just be failures then. Serves us right for being indifferent to the whole thing. Then, when they announced us as the champion, we were completely taken by surprise. I've no idea how many profanities flew out of my mouth as we walked up. Then, it hit me. They must have made a mistake, they announced the wrong team. Commence humiliation. But as they took pictures of us with our crazy smiles and unruly hair, no one came to take back our medals. If they were though, I would have shot out of the building, gripping my medal tightly to my chest whilst shouting "It's mine, it's mine!". So, I guess it just proves that the impossible does happen. When I went home, my momma said that this victory should make up for not winning the essay competition. By the way, the guy who won the essay thing came for the Olympiad too. it's like a whole "I join all competitions" circuit. Freaky. Returning to my original point, although winning the essay comp would be more of a personal achievement, I'm gladder that I won this together with the bunch of crazies that I went with. Crap, this means my parents are going to force me to do law. NOOO!!!