Sunday 4 December 2011

Christmas

       20 more days to the holy day of holiness. Like I said, I thought my parents wouldn't give me presents, but I found out they were, which is pretty shocking.  I thought they were going to give me some books and deodorant, but it turns out I'm getting a pretty amazing keyboard and an earphone.  I only have 1 word to say.

Awesome.


      The keyboard has 1 function that most keyboards don't have, that is it can be fold into half, quarters, you name it. It has more than 108 different sounds, and it can connect to the computer. Sweet. I'm just glad my parents get me a gift. I remember 3 months ago they said we aren't going to celebrate as we're not Christians. I told them that's not the point. I think they understood what I meant.

   Christmas was exciting for the last few years. I got a bunch of model, Lego , and a Nintendo Wii. Even though we don't have a Christmas Tree, we don't mind at that point, as we got our gifts. Luckily Christmas isn't Children's day. You still get to celebrate Christmas after 13, as long there are people sending you gifts.

   People say you can only get presents on two special days, that is your birthday and Christmas. If you want me to choose which I prefer the most, I would choose Christmas without doubt. Christmas is the best day of best days. Who can resist Christmas?

Anyways, Christmas is near, the gifts as well. I guess I would just have to say, Merry Christmas to Everyone for no reason. At all.

Thursday 1 December 2011

Title Removed Due To No Good Ideas

    Do not mind the title up there. Usually I have a ton of lists for titles, but something distracts me from thinking, like this video I'm listening right now.

         I can see why people call me random. I'm easy to distract and manipulate. If I was a chess piece, I would be the pawn.

Back to the main reason I wrote this blog

      Holiday is boring, especially when someone confiscates your charger for the laptop. So basically I just lay on the couch like a potato. A deformed potato. But when I saw my cousin's website, I was amazed and stunned. Although he is still in high school (In England), he started to run a small business that earned a lot of profit for him. He even made a video in Youtube to advertise his business. 

      His business inspired me to do a lot more this holiday. Something tells me that playing games all day isn't going to make me the next Steve Jobs. But I have to admit, I am a computer addict. So why not do business on the web?  I have a pretty good reason.

     Business may sound easy, but it is pretty damn hard. You must have a good idea to start with, and when you have a brilliant idea, some other guy in your street does the same thing before you. So in many ways, composing music is the same as doing business.

    I considered door to door salesman, but that might end up with a lot of evil eyes. I also considered T-shirt making, but I got stuck in step 1 of making a T-Shirt.

1. Prepare a T-Shirt Machine
2. Repeat Step 1

I know there are many people with T-shirt machines out there, but I need some green paper to get those machines.

   Making money is hard, that's for sure. I only have 2 ideas left- Music Remixing and Composing. Those two are my only options because those are related to music, and that's the only thing I'm good at. But it's hard to find clients who wants to remix music, and like I said, composing is hard.

  Last year, I had a bunch of lunatic ideas that may end me up in jail.
1. Hacking
2. Trolling
3. Spamming

Luckily, I was not happy with those business ideas, so they were left in a dark place in my head. Now to think of it, composing is quite good. It may not be perfect, but at least I won't have to spend my Christmas in jail, even though I don't get presents anymore. (Probably)

   Speaking of Christmas, the only present I want is a keyboard, so that might help me in my 'career' a bit, and I could be 'entertained'.

Monday 14 November 2011

Near to the End

      There's only 1 week left till school ends. 6 months ago, I would be delighted. But now, I feel complicated. Somehow, I was a part of my class now, and It's hard to leave to some other class in Form 2. Although next year I would get luck and end up with 1 or 2 people from my class, but it wouldn't be the same anymore.

       What differs our class from other classes is that being in 1A9 is just like going into a popular drama, He digs her, she digs him etc. In this year, our class has accomplished a few prizes. One of the people in our class who got the most prizes is 'Badminton Boy', as teachers call him. I get that teachers don't appreciate his terrific skills, and only care about grades and exams.

      This class is almost as perfect as my previous class. Almost. What made our class famous was our discipline. We were known the noisiest class in Form 1, and when our class got that honorary name, people would point the finger at us monitors. Luckily,blaming incidents have never happened, which makes our jobs much more pleasant.

      Our class is packed with laughter and jokes, thanks to 'Badminton Boy', again. When a teacher says something sternly, he would always blurt out random comments, and we would all laugh so loud that our chaotic noises would overrule thunder.

      In the last week of school, we all plan to bring some 'interesting' games to school, and not bored board game (rule out chess). We have to use this 1 week wise and nice, or we are going to end up regretting and feeling depressed for the rest of.........the holiday.

      As you know, I hate regretting. So I'm bringing cards and darts, to cheer my fellow mates up this week....

Thursday 10 November 2011

Happy Birthday!!!!

     Today is a very special day, no, it's not my birthday, but my dad's a.k.a. Pop's. It's a very special day and I would like to dedicate a special something to him.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2bQG8v8kTGs&feature=fvst


 


Now the akward part. Highlight the words to see.                                                         


Happy Birthday!!!!

Thursday 27 October 2011

Le New Gift

            First thing, ‘Le'  stands for the, in maybe French or Portuguese. Anyways...

             Yesterday, I took a visit to my house which I'm going to live in next year. When I stepped in my front yard, I saw five cute things that would make you spit rainbows. In front of my door, I saw 5 puppies taking a nap there. Five different breeds, no bitch (not a swear word) to take care of them, which could only mean 1 thing.

Abandoned.

       It's actually kind of sad to see this scene. Who would throw puppies in front of people's house?  People with hearts made out of steel that is. OK. Among the 5 puppies, there are 2 white, 2 brown and 1 black. (The way I write the sentence above made some of my friends thought I was writing the number of races in Malaysia. Go figure.)

            One of the white puppies look like my dog toy at home, while the other is the type of dog you would see frequently in movies. The black puppy is a cross breed between a Rottweiler and a ________ (I think). Fill the blank space yourself). The brown puppies look pretty much the same, except one of the puppies have so much fur I thought how in the world there was a bear cub sleeping in front on my door.

        I got my eyes laid on Mr. Dog Toy, but I couldn't take her home (Ya, its a she). You see, this is the type of time where you need to have good relationship with your parents, and I don't. I actually had to download a paragraph from Internet called 'Benefits of Adopting Dogs' to persuade my parents.lluckily I have, which is an advantage. [This message was edited at 23:58 P.M.] My grandparents? Only when I can go to Mars.





         So when I went to my house yesterday, there were 3 puppies, Bear, Brown and Rott. Apparently Movie Dog has been adopted by some crazy director to role the movie 'Superbuds 5'. My favourite dog has been taken away by my aunt to adopt until I move in to my mansion. Although those 3 dogs aren't what I was expecting, that didn't stop me to play with them.

Monday 24 October 2011

U.N. Owen was Her?

           Every single time when I open Google Chrome, the first thing I would do is press YouTube and search for U.N. Owen was Her?. Since the first time I listened to this song through a anime parody remix, I was addicted to it. I couldn't live a day without listening to this magnificent piece. When I listen to it, it calms my mind, even it is a rather speedy theme.

           I did some research on this song a second after I listened to it. That's how I knew Touhou. A strange way, you may say, but that is just bias towards about the other thousand people who became fans the same way. Anyways, about the research... Oh, there are just at least 500 remixes for this angelic song. It has permeated the whole Touhou community, and that means a lot.It is also a great piano piece, which is almost as hard as Circus Gallop, for the full version of the piece.
 
    This piece is the theme song of the Touhou famous character, Flandre Scarlet, a vampire who is locked up in a mansion for 495 years.  Although she is about 500, her mind is still 7. She's the only character both creepy and cute at the same time, counting out Furbies.

        Here is a picture of her, to support my point.


      I've already mastered the piano version of this song. Every time I play this piece, I swear I hear a young girl laughing....

        A remix
The original
                                                                                My Favourite

Sunday 25 September 2011

Bicycle Riding

  Waking up at 4 a.m. in the morning to participate a 'marathon' is insane. Or maybe lunatic. But why would I, completely rational, would do such a thing? Here are two reasons to let you know why would I agree to such a raw deal? Here are some (and all) reasons.


  1. Extra 14 marks for co-curriculum
  2. Free helmet and bike
About the bike, it is a piece of junk, no offence. My bike is the best example. When I ride my bike at home, I can ride a lot faster, but when I ride this one, either my stamina was sucked away by gravity, or I actually weigh twice I am (which is 30 something).

Anyways, even though we arrived the so called square at 5:30, we had to wait until 7:00 to ride our bikes, which is the time that our Prime Minister comes. Seriously, I thought leaders were supposed to be role models. If he came late, why couldn't we?

The group was divided into two groups. The first group is the bicycle group, which get to ride bikes, and the cheering group, which get to cheer. I've got to admit, their job seems fun. Fun.


After 15 minutes I rode the bicycle, I kinda found out that my bicycle wasn't exactly the word 'good'. So I rode as slow as a snail, and the cheer squad cheered me like I did above.

It was the longest 45 minutes in my life. My legs were tired, my body is sweating, and my bicycle is still the same ol' junk. I saw many people that I know pass by me. I tried to catch up. But my legs cannot bear anymore movement. When I reached the final station, I literally tossed my bike to the parking lot, and didn't even look back.

I took some coffee and cereal afterwards, and fell asleep in the bus that I thought that was never going to come, and reminding myself not to pick the wrong bike the next time I join this marathon, if there is a next time.

Sunday 11 September 2011

House- 99%!!!

First things first, the percentage isn't 99%, and the number is not even close to 75%. The put the number just because they look lucky (to me).

The house was bought about 1 year ago when it was not done yet. It will be in 3 months, which is in December. Although I wish to comfort myself in the new house, I will have to wait for 1 month until the furniture moves in, so the real time that I will move in is on January.

What's different about this house and the previous one is that this house is going to be designed by a PRO designer (that's what they said). Nobody would want their houses designed by somebody inexperienced (including themselves), so they just gave the job to the designers, like I did.

I saw the designs once, and believe me, the designer could start her own show, know what I mean?The designs are just too wonderful. My room is no longer a room, it's a sanctuary. A palace. A mansion. A heaven. And many more words to describe.

4 months is a long time. Guess I'll just keep waiting...

Wednesday 17 August 2011

My Class

The thing is in Form 1, the usual old class you love isn't there anymore. I have a class like that, and I think you do. Now I'm stuck in a class called 1A9. What a stupid name for a class. Just when I thought that it couldn't be worse, I realized one thing. There are only about 6 students from my previous class, and I wasn't exactly 'pals' with them.

Because I was so depressed that I'm going to be lonely, I volunteered myself as assistant monitor, because that's what people do when they're depressed, they become assistants. Believe it or not, my teacher said 'yes'. Maybe it was my aura that affected her, or she was just relieved that someone volunteered.

After some time in middle school, I was no longer lonely, cause I was too busy to mind about entertainment and socializing. Anyway, here are a few people in the class who actually have jobs, unlike other people who's only job is to do homework. Ok, here goes:

Monitor: Not exactly the nicest boss in the world, as she never gives me any job to skip classes.
Always leaves school 5 minutes earlier just to put a book. It ticks me off that she takes her annoying friend, not me. (Don't be mistaken, I just want to go home earlier)

Hygiene monitor: There's actually nothing to say.

Assistant hygiene monitor: Despite being the hygiene monitor, he doesn't isn't exactly a role model. Always burps

Treasurer: Green, mean fighting machine. She always fight win one boy in the class. I bet the boy is angry that she collects money everyday.

Secretary: In charges of writing names of people who don't pass up their homework. Younger sister of the monitor. Bet she's happy writing the name of her sister down. Cause believe me, I would...

No need for assistant monitor, as you know how I am...

Saturday 25 June 2011

Wednesday 15 June 2011

My Favourite Teacher

He always makes us laugh with his funny jokes. He teaches us things in life, not just things in life. He treats us like his friends, he cares and asks things we happen in life. He is our beloved teacher, Jason Smart.

Jason Smart was the teacher who I dreamed of. We never have to call him 'sir' or 'teacher', he insists us calling his name 'Jason' instead. He doesn't just teaches us with boring old textbooks, but he also brings us to the outdoors frequently so we cam learn more stuff. For example in Earth Day, he doesn't just teaches us how to save the earth, but he actually takes us to save the earth. We went out that day to pick up and clear the rubbish nearby our area.

Jason also has a good sense a humour. If you pass a class where you can hear many laughing noises in my school, it's sure our class. His ability to can joke while teaching us never makes school boring.

Jason also teaches things lively. For example, when he teaches us maths, he doesn't use boring' old papers, but he lets us learn to how to solve the Rubix Cube instead. I have to say honestly, it does improve my logic, and I finally knew one thing from learning the Rubix Cube: Everything has a formula, or whatsoever.

Jason is not only good at teaching us in our studies, but he is also good at teaching us at sports too. Jason is a born footballer. In fact, everytime at P.E., he teaches us football. He has also opened a class just so he can teach us football, and it costs barely nothing.

Although we love him teaching us, but he can't teach us forever. In 2009 September, we had to say goodbye to him. Although he isn't our teacher anymore, but we will always agree he is a good teacher.