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HHHHHHHHHAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaPPPPPPPPPPPPyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!
Exan Over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
haha!
me sot sot ady!!!
Monday, March 8, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Denda Saraf @ Mental Punishment?
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To see the "Sumpah" of the Pisang Tidak Berbuah session that actually happened during class.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Chapter 9 - The Story
9
Pisang Tidak Berbuah Dua Kali
***********
“Dey, you heard ah? Sir Ganeson says Miss Zaqiah is gonna arrange a class camp for our class,”
“What the ****. F*** lah—”
“WHO IS TALKING IN CLASS?” Miss Sumayah (nicknamed Miss Sumo), the History teacher frowned and rolled up her sleeves, exposing her dangerous arms.
“Silence! I want absolute silence! No checking answers with your partner.”
Yang Ngui Sui and Fitri Azril hurriedly bowed their heads down to evade the teacher’s glare. They tried their utmost best to answer each History question carefully.
One MUST answer the questions carefully if they value their lives.
“Saya mau semua dapat A dalam Kertas Percubaan Negeri Perak ini. Tidak boleh salah lebih daripada 15 soalan. Faham?”
A dozen or more heads nodded. Miss Sumayah nodded her head and walked back to her seat.
“Psssst,” LK-Jon signaled to Vandy Tee next to him. Vandy glanced sideways. “Eh Vandy, you heard what Azril said just now?”
Vandy blinked his eyes and gave a blank look.
“Sh** lah you,” Jon returned his attention to his paper. He stopped halfway and turned back to Vandy, remembering something. “Eh, what you put for question 35?”
Vandy shot Jon a blank look. Again. Jon grabbed Vandy’s arm.
“Come on lah, I cannot afford to get more than 15 questions wrong again lah—” The flashback of the last paper they did played on once again in Jon’s mind….
“Siapa yang salah lebih daripada 15 soalan, sila keluar ke depan,” Miss Sumayah announced solemnly. “Saya akan buat satu Denda Saraf untuk kamu semua. Sampai mati pun kamu tidak akan lupakan hari ini juga.”
Oh my, Miss Sumayah has a scary sense of humor. A group of about 9 boys and girls dragged their feet to the front. One of them, is me (LK-Jon).
“Sekarang, pilih satu ketua.”
I suggested my idea. “Eh Lam, you be the ketua ah,” The others seem to agree. Teacher nodded.
“Jon!...” Lam shot me an I-don’t-want look. I looked at teacher and pretended he wasn’t heard. Teacher cleared her throat.
“Baik, sekarang ketua akan mengetuai kamu semua bersumpah.”
Some of the denda-ers’ jaw dropped. Bersumpah? Sumpah what? I tried to stifle my snigger and I choked. Hahahaha, Lam is going to lead.
Yoong Kok Lam stepped to the front a bit and held up a shaky hand. His face was red as usual and there were beads of sweat rollin’ down his sideburns. I ‘cheered’ him on.
“Go, Lam, faster, Lam,”
Lam clearsd his throat and began his sumpah. Man, wasn’t I havin’ the time of life watchin Lam—
“Jon! What are you doing to Vandy?”
Jon’s wandering mind snapped back to the present. Uh-oh. Miss Sumayah had her eyes narrowed on LK-Jon. Jon scrapped his mind out to find an answer.
“Ah cikgu, saya pegang Vandy saja lah,”
Miss Sumayah pondered for a moment, then a funny-and-weird look crossed her face. “Pegang?”
Some students in the class had the same “idea” as the teacher. They tried their best to swallow the laughter welling up inside them.
“Pegang is alright, but pegang what?” Miss Sumayah placed her hands akimbo. She was trying her best not to explode with laughter.
Seconds later, the whole class caught the full swing of the statement. Amir roared into laughter, followed by high giggles, haw-haws, snorts, hisses and whatever other way of laughter.
(At that moment, everyone was thinking of the “yellow-minded-meaning” of the statement. If u dunno what I’m talking about, ask Jon.)
Even Miss Sumayah herself was choking in her effort to stop laughing. She struggled to keep her words clear and correct.
“Ok, OK, STOP! *gasp* Sekarang …*cough* Semua murid sila… *choke*… Sila tukar kertas jawapan dan semak… *sneeze*…”
The sound of rustling paper filled the room. Miss Sumayah cleared her throat and filled her lungs with air.
“Nombor satu.” And teacher glanced down at the paper in her hands:
Right down to the last question…
And Miss Sumayah looked out at the students. “Now, whoever that gotten 15 questions or more, wrong, please stand up.”
Kok Lam stood up. Anymore comrades? Nope. Only Kok Lam. Miss Sumayah folded her hands and fixed her gaze on the Prefect at the front row.
“Explain why,” She ordered. “Usually you don’t fall into the category.”
Kok Lam wiped a bead of sweat rolling down his red forehead. “Err… Teacher, I won’t do it again…”
“And you very MUCH better not do it again. Make sure Pisang Tidak Berbuah Dua Kali.”
LK-Jon’s face lightened up as an idea blossomed in his mind. “Eh teacher, of course Lam’s Pisang Tidak Berbuah Kali…”
Silence. Pure silence. Then the ‘yellow-minded’ idea settled into everyone’s brain. Li Kang Yip was one of the first to gasp.
Then the pandemonium of laughter started once again. Chokes, giggles, roars, snorts… you name it. And, Miss Sumayah wasn’t excluded.
(If u dunno what I’m talking about, ask Jon, again.)
Poor Kok Lam’s face grew redder… And redder. He covered his mouth and sat down on the chair, with at least a dozen beads of sweat rolling down his sideburns.
Ian, who was sitting behind Kok Lam, poked him on the back. “Hey, don’t mind, just… just chill,”
Kok Lam rolled his eyes. I don’t want to talk you now, new student.
The peals of laughter went on for half a minute, then all of a sudden, it stopped abruptly.
“Excuse me.”
Some students swallowed. Miss Munah is standing at the doorway!! Miss Sumayah regained her composure and tried to shake off the last bits of humor on her face.
After satisfying herself with the silence in the classroom, Miss Munah moved on to the next class. The students and teachers of 3 Ikhlas sighed with relief simultaneously.
What a day, thought Kok Lam. What a wonderful stupid day. Pisang tidak berbuah dua kali, INDEED.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
To 3I Student...
u all r the best...
the memory i had wit all of u i'll keep it in my heart...
no matter wat kind of memory...happy or sad....i will keep it...
wish all of u all the best n gud luck....
wit all the challenge coming 4 u all....
dont gv up....
there's always a miracle n magic....
like there's an angel by your side...helping u.....
Friday, January 15, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
==... NOob suggest... [by:js]
=.=
hiak~
now, should we change the class blog name to science stream's blog?
any suggestion?
i think this is better~
demi masa depan kita semua~
this blog should change liao~ i think~
And is u wan to remain... is also ok... jus leave some comment~ thx~
==============
Btw, i found a website that are quite useful... perhaps....
take a look... [here]
hope that you all can 'enjoy' ur form 4 study life~
let us gambateh~ ^^v
[p/s: my english dame broken... really paiseh~ ]
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Chapter 7 - The Story
7
The Newcomer
(Read previous chapters 1-6 if u haven't)
******
Monday, 7.30am
The students gathered at the school carpark to prepare for the Weekly assembly. Amir Syed and a prefect came up on the stage. Clearly, they were the emcees for this week.
“The students are required to letak bag di sisi,”
“Sekarang saya ingin menjemput Muhd. Akmal to say a word of prayer,”
A boy came up the stage. He cupped his hands and started his prayer. “Bismilahirahmanirrahim..” and he went on.
“Now I would like to start the assembly by singing the national anthem, state song, and school song.” Music emitted by the loudspeakers filled the carpark.
Negaraku, tanah tumpahnya darahku…
Duli Yang Maha Mulia…
Bersama warga S-M-K-T-D…
“Now I would like to invite the head prefect to membaca ikrar,”
A stocky, tall, big prefect came up the stage. He raised his right hand.
“Up! Maka kami, rakyat M’sia, berikrar, akan menumpukan, seluruh tenaga… … Down.”
“Now I would like to invite the teacher in charge of last week to give her report.”
A teacher came up and gave a wonderful, inspiring lecture on the classroom’s cleanliness then went down.
“Sekarang saya ingin menjemput pengetua SMKTD, Puan Hajah Zaqiah bt Isa, untuk memberi ucapan beliau.”
Miss Zaqiah came up, gave her speech, and went down.
“Guru yang bertugas pada minggu ini ialah Encik Ganeson,” announced the prefect. Amir Syed translated the phrase.
“The teacher in charge of this week is Puan Ganeson—” The whole assembly roared into laughter. Some teachers snorted. Amir Syed hurriedly corrected himself.
“Eh, eh, I mean SIR Ganeson. Humans make mistakes every minute, every second, every time,” the assembly of students cheered and clapped. “Dipersilakan,”
Sir Ganeson ascended up the steps and onto the stage. “Now students, you may return to your classrooms. Prefects, please take your places.”
The prefects lined up in a long row, and filtered out the untidy students without ties, uncut nails, and messy hairstyles.
*******
Later, at class 3I
Miss Zubaidar entered the class for the Malay period.
“Bangun semua…”
“Ah tak payahlah, cikgu ada hal yang perlu diselesaikan, so buat latihan KOMSAS muka
The students of 3I groaned. Miss Zubaidar got up and walked out, carrying a bunch of files. Seconds later, the noise level in the class increased drastically.
“See la, you skinny skinny no muscle lah,” Kok Lam ‘mencari pasal’ with Shan who was doing his homework at the corner.
“What no muscle?”
“Come challenge me lah!”
“Ok.”
Shan and Lam sat down, folded up their long sleeves and started their arm wrestling.
“Woh, Lam loose lah…” said LK Jon.
“Shaddup, lah,”
They arm wrestled. At first both were equal. Then Shan began to loose strength. Obviously, Shan was going to loose. His knuckles were about to touch the table when Miss Zubaidar walked in the class.
“Bising!”
Everyone scrambled back to their places, except Shan and Lam, whose hands were clamped together. Miss Zubaidar continued on.
“Today, there is a new student that is going to join 3I,” she gestured to the door, “Masuk lah.”
A boy around T-Bone Tan’s height walked in the class. A Chinese boy.
“Eh… My name is Ian Cheng Jing Kwan,”
“Damn kacak,” whispered Nabila Sharh.
“Damn ‘yeng’,”said Yeinn Ng.
“Damn NOOB,” hissed Kok Lam angrily. Now I’ve got competition. While Kok Lam was busy thinking about his new ‘rival’, Shan took the opportunity and focused his strength on Lam’s hand. Against all odds, Shan won the arm-wrestle. But Kok Lam didn’t notice this. He was still studying the newcomer.
“Hi, all. Just call me Ian,”
“Cari tempat duduk,” ordered Miss Zubaidar.
Ian walked over to an empty seat and sat down. Did I mention? The empty seat belonged to Kate Kong, who was absent that day. And also, the empty seat was right behind Kok Lam’s seat.
In front of Ian, Lam sat there fuming. How dare he challenge me? We’ll see, Mr. Cheng, who is more handsome! Lam got up and approached Miss Zubaidar.
“Ah cikgu, bolehkah saya pergi ke tandas?”
Teacher nodded.
So Kok Lam went out, and down the flight of stairs. He entered the boys toilet at the end of Block B, the toilet with no doors. But wait, instead of going to pee, he went to the mirror, and did a very silly, or say, childish thing.
“Eh hem,” Lam cleared his throat, adjusted his blue tie and gazed at the mirror in front of him. Then he started singing…
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Who’s the most handsome one of all?
Me or Ian, Ian or Me?
Cool and handsome, all in all
Suddenly a stranger, dressed in a black top stepped in the toilet and frowned at Kok Lam.
“Did you just say the name Ian?”
Kok Lam jumped, startled. “Eh? No.. Yes… ah, no. Ah ya, yes lah. He’s the new student in class.”
The stranger’s eyes narrowed. “I see,” and he went off.
Kok Lam released a sigh of relief. He had not anticipated a sudden conversation with some stranger. But more, he was downright glad the stranger didn’t ask him about the song he was singing. Why? Because the song was malu-fying. As Kok Lam stepped out of the restroom of Block B, one question encircled his head.
But why did that weird stranger ask about Ian? Is he Ian’s dad?
Out of curiosity, Kok Lam decided to take a peek at the stranger who was walking down the corridor of Block A. The stranger walked past the ‘Bilik Disiplin’, went up to the Dental Room. Now Kok Lam’s sight was blocked by the pillar. Kok Lam approached the Dental Room and frowned.
What? This door is padlocked from the outside! But I saw that freak go in… and padlocked himself in??
Kok Lam peeked into the dark dental room. Nothing, no one. Where did that stranger go? Kok Lam let his imagination fly, due to the action movies he’d just watch. He must be up to sinister stuff. And if he knows Ian, Ian must be also in some plan. Evil. Who IS that man? Robber? Drug-seller? HM-assassinator? Terminator? Terrorist? Hah.
Kok Lam turned and headed for the stairs to return to class. Before he even passed the Bilik Disiplin, he heard something that made his Goosebumps rise. Inside the dental room, someone was singing in a low voice filled with sarcasm…
Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Who’s the most handsome one of all?
Me or Ian, Ian or Me?
Cool and handsome, all in all?
Kok Lam’s face reddened; then he frowned. That voice sounds like Ian’s voice… But isn’t he in class?
Lam retraced his steps backwards and peered into the dark room again. And what did he see? He saw Ian sitting in a corner near the dental chair, arms folded, smiling away. And that kind of smile is one kind of cheeky smile that makes people want to give the smiley a punch in the face. The stranger was no where to be seen.
Kok Lam scoffed and continued back to class. Wait till I tell cikgu that you ‘ponteng’ class. When he entered class, he saw Ian seated at Kathleen’s desk, flipping through the KOMSAS book.
A vein pulsed on Kok Lam’s forehead. He sat down at his place next to Amir and turned behind.
“What are you doing here?”
Ian gave an innocent look. “Doing the latihans teacher gave?”
“Hey, I saw you downstairs, so don’t pura-pura okay?”
“But I didn’t even go downstairs,” Ian replied. He cast a glance at his temporary partner on the left. “Isn’t it, Sue Anne?”
“Yup. Lam, you lost a screw? He was here all the while lah,”
Amir gave him a playful, hard ‘whump’ on Lam’s back. Kok Lam turned to face his KOMSAS book on the table, muttering away angrily.
But I DID see Ian at the dental room! How on earth did he get back to class so quickly? Huh, I must be dreaming… What crappy stranger and all sorts… Sigh, just a dream, a dream…
If only Kok Lam knew he wasn’t dreaming...
(Sigh, okay, the chapters after this is still under construction. So ,Wait. May take time u noe.))
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Chapter 6 - The Story
6
The Future
(Read previous chapters 1-5 if u haven't)
**********
At somewhere out there
Suping paled. She haven’t got the faintest idea what happened. The two girls chatted a while with the older Suping, then went off. Suping bolded herself and approached the older Suping. (I think I ‘ll name the older Suping as Ah Ping, to prevent confusion)
Ah
“Eh… you… umm…” Suping was at a loss for words. She didn’t know what to say.
So damn dumb, am I. I should’ve planned what to say first.
Ah
“Mum, look! This girl here looks exactly like me when I was 15!”
The aunty next to Ah Ping looked at Suping and her eyes widened. “Exactly… alike…”
Oh? So this is how my mum’s gonna look next time? Thought Suping. She decided to ask a question.
“Er… how was your SPM results?”
Lame! Lame! Lame! What kind of a question is this? Be more sensible! Suping scolded herself in her mind.
“My SPM? The results aren’t out yet,” Ah Ping continued to study Suping with her eyes.
“Err… then… umm…” Come on, girl! Think of something to say! “How ‘bout… your PMR results?”
That’s even more lame. If a stranger asks me about my UPSR results, I wouldn’t even tell them.
Ah
“Oh, bad, bad. 2Cs and 6Ds… I think… I dunno, that time when we received the results, ooh, it was shocking. Not only me, but all my Form 3 classmates too.”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“Like this, I was in the first class, Ikhlas. PMR was a total disaster. Even the best student who usually got Straight A’s flunked PMR. She got 4B’s and 4C’s. Cried, yes, she did.”
“But how can this kinda thing happen? I bet you never got that many D’s in your life,” replied Suping. She was all ears to listen to this piece of news from her future self.
“I have no idea. Everything was usual. We went to the exam hall, and then did the papers, then—“
“Suping Tan! You’re next to see Dr. Ng!” called out a nurse from the counter.
“Gotta go, see ya!” Ah
What could’ve happened? Oh no, oh my, I must study harder… This is disastrous!
Aimlessly, Suping wandered out of the big and modern clinic. The moment she put a foot out of the clinic, a tall man bumped into her. He wore a black top, long sleeves, blue jeans. He looked at her.
“What the hell are you doing here?”said the the man in a gruff-rough voice. Suping blinked.
“Uh? I…”
Without waiting for an answer, the tall man grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her behind a big bush near the clinic’s entrance. Suping inhaled a deep breath to scream. Oh no! Instead of oxygen, chloroform was filling her lungs. She lapsed into the man’s muscular arms and entered into a world of unconsciousness.
*********
Mugan Shan opened an eye.
What?
He was on a stretcher, and there were people wearing the PBSM uniform walking around him. One girl squatted down next to him.
“Oh, the champ is up,”
“Huh?”
“Yup. After winning your race, you fainted while talking to Mugan (older version of Shan). Probably you fainted because of running fatigue and overwhelming adrenals,”
“Oh…” Shan climbed to his feet. He glanced around and saw Mugan walking over. Shan felt like his legs were going to give way again.
“Hey buddy,” Mugan put a skinny hand over Shan’s shoulder. “We really must take a picture side-by-side. You and I look soooooo alike.”
Mugan held up a camera. “Snap!”
“Come on for a drink, then talk,”
Shan merely nodded. Things were happening too fast for him. And really, it is weird talking to an older version of yourself.
The two tall, black, skinny athletes then went to a coffee shop. The chose a table, and sat down.
“Choose a drink,” offered Mugan.
“Eh, 100 plus?”
“Don’t tell me your order. I’m no waiter.”
“Then tell who? I see no waiter around,”
Mugan laughed. “Press the 100 plus icon on the table top,” Mugan tapped the table top. “Computerized touchpad tabletop. Fancy huh?”
Shan tapped the icon. A square hole in the middle of the table appeared and a 100 plus can floated up of the hole. Shan gasped in awe.
“Technology. Professor Eldwin’s invention two years ago. Professor Eldwin invented a machine that creates a small area with zero gravity. Therefore, the can floats.”
Shan took the can and opened it. Mugan’s explanation on the tech-table went over Shan’s head. After all, science wasn’t his best subject.
“So, where did you say you’re from?”
Shan tried to figure out what to say.
“Er… I’m from the past,”
“The past?”
“……”
“That’s a nice joke, though not a very funny one,”
“……”
“Sigh, really, no scientist has ever invented anything that can control time. It’s only in fiction stories, such as Doraemon,”
“……”
“According to research, to move back or forward in time, you have to move at the speed of light,”
This future me must be a science geek, thought Shan. Mugan continued explaining.
“And to make a single atom move in the speed of light, you need LOTS of energy,”
Yup, he memang science geek. But how? I was never very good in science.
“The total energy needed to move an atom in the speed of light would be more than all the energy on earth. Remember EMC square? Energy needed equals to mass times speed of light squared,”
Shan could hold back the question no longer.
“Are you good in the science subject?”
Mugan stared at Shan as if he had asked a totally ridiculous question.
“Yes, I majored in Science and Sports.”
“Oh? Then how did you fare in your PMR?” Shan was curious about his results. Mugan scratched his head with his long fingers.
“Eh… Oh… disasterous!”
Shan’s heart skipped a beat.
“Well, I got 8C’s.”
“What?”
“Then I had to start studying from scratch in order to prepare for SPM. Form 4 was really hectic. During PMR, my mind just went blank like that. Couldn’t remember what I’ve studied since form 1.
“Oh no,” Shan wiped his sweaty brow. Suddenly Mugan’s phone buzzed. He stood up.
“I gotta go training at the gym. Mr. Coach is waiting. See ya later at the field.”
And then Mugan jogged off. Shan got up, and decided where to go next. The field? Where on earth is that? Finally he decided to head for the public restroom near the coffee shop. He entered the restroom and headed for the ‘pee area’. While he was about to unzip and release, a rather elderly looking man came over and pushed Shan into one of the toilet rooms.
“You are not supposed to be here!” And the man slammed the door shut, locking Shan in the toilet.
“Dey!” Shan panicked. “Orang mau kencing tak mau buang shit tak boleh ker?”
Shan banged on the toilet door. Again. And again. Suddenly the door opened, and a toilet-cleaner-maid stood there holding a mop and pail. She frowned.
“Dik, bising lah woi! Lain kali jangan kau buat bising, orang kat luar nak tidur tau!”
Shan walked out of the restroom… and stared. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Where was the coffee shop? The stadium? In front of the restroom, was a hawker selling goreng pisang. On the right, was the old Kundang Hall. And coming in his direction, were many, many reporters.
What?
One reporter held up a mike near his nose.
“Mugan Shan, this is the TV3 news reporter. Tell us, how come you disappeared after passing the finishing line, and now, reappeared outside the public restroom?”
More reporters surrounded him, all talking at the same time.
“I not know ah,” said Shan.
The reporters bombarded him with more questions.
“What do you think about this round’s district level Run For It 2000?”
“What comment can you give after winning so many titles all these years?”
“Are you going to continue on to the State championships?”
“National Championships?”
“Apart from running, what are your other hobbies?”
“How’d you disappear?”
“Tell us a little about yourself!”
“How did…”
“Why did…”
“Who is…”
“What was…”
“When are…”
Questions were flying everywhere. Inside, outside, all around Shan’s mind. Really, reporters are really annoying, like houseflies. And Shan could bear it no longer.
“I TAK TAU WHAT HAPPENED ARGH!”
************
“Dear! Wake up!”
Suping opened her eyes, and saw her mum in front of her.
“You went to the toilet for so long! The doctor called you twice! I thought you fell asleep and really, I came and saw you asleep on the bowl. Really,
The people queuing outside the toilet looked in with curiosity. Suping got up and went back to her seat at the waiting room. Really, it was embarrassing to be labeled ‘THE GIRL THAT SLEPT IN THE LOO’. Anyway, questions were flying around in her head.
What happened? Where’s Ah
“Mum, I DID NOT sleep in the toilet. I went to the future,”
“I saw you asleep on the bowl, dear. You probably went to the future in your dreams,”
“But mum, I—”
“Or maybe your fever is getting too high,”
“Mum,”
“Or maybe you—”
“Suping Tan!” a nurse called out. “It’s your turn to see the doctor!”
Grudgingly, Suping followed her mum towards the doctors room. Other patients stared and giggled at her.
Hmph. I. DID. NOT. SLEEP. IN. THE. LOO!
(To be cont.)
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