Saturday, November 26, 2011

Classroom Scandal Part 3 - The Investigation... Ends?

Classroom 4Sc1, SMK St. George. 14th November, 2011. 11:07 a.m.

At this very moment, here in the classroom of 4Sc1, a very important discussion is taking place. Here's the story: An anonymous letter addressed to the principal of the school was written with the intention to, as they say, "troll", four teachers in the school. The only indication to the writer's identity was the alias, 4Sc1 written on the head of the letter. There are twenty-five of us in class. Well... more or less. These days, more and more people don't come to school, because the school holidays are approaching and all. Nevertheless, those of us who have come, are going to get to the bottom of this.

"What's that you're writing over there?" Student19 looked over Student12's shoulder.
"Uh, nothing." Student12 hastily shut his notebook and shoved it into his pocket.


The classroom had been in an atmosphere of gloomy unrest ever since the discussion began. Currently, Teacher had revealed Student16 and Student20 to be the most suspected by the teachers. However, most of the other students knew both of them for who they were, and it seemed unlikely that either of them could have done it. Everyone there was in a mood to find out the culprit.
As the discussion continued, Teacher told the students a few more details about the letter, as well as the investigations that had been carried out on the teachers' part.

"The letter was very nicely printed out, and in complete 'Formal Letter' format too, just like they teach in Bahasa Melayu class." Teacher explained. "No joke. It wasn't just a simple wall of text. Whoever wrote this letter did it by the textbook."

The students took this into new light among themselves. "Whoever did this must be good at Bahasa Melayu," they said.
Several pairs of eyes turned towards a rotund boy sitting in the front row.
"Oh, what, now you suspect me too?" Student21 moaned in denial.


Student25 patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry about it. Its just because you're the best at Bahasa Melayu."
Teacher chipped in. "Anyway, it wasn't you. Your Bahasa Melayu teacher read the letter and compared it to the various writing styles she has seen in your essays. Although she couldn't exactly pinpoint the culprit, she managed to eliminate a few suspects from the board."

A psychological sigh of relief passed through everyone's mind. At least someone was getting close to the bottom of the investigation.

Just then, a few more students entered the class. Obviously late, they apologized to the teacher and took their seats. A few of the students around them briefed them on the current situation.

"You know..." Teacher looked like she was about to begin telling a story, something that happened occasionally during Chemistry class. "I once heard a tale about a similar situation that took place at another school. I don't know whether its true or not, but apparently, someone typed a hate-mail to the principal. You see, this took place some years ago, when everyone used typewriters instead of printers. Well, there were only four typewriters in the whole school, and when they squinted very carefully at the words, one of the letters, I'm not sure which one, was slightly unaligned from the other letters, and from there they were able to deduce which typewriter-"

"Excuse me, teacher?" One of the students who had just entered class had raised his hand.
Teacher snapped back to reality from wherever she had been when she began telling the story. "Oh. What is it?"
By the way, this would be Student17 whose speaking to Teacher.


"Uh... so someone wrote a letter of complaint to the Principal? Anonymously? From this class?"
"Yes. We're trying to find out who it was."
Student17 thought about it for a while. "Oh... Well, Teacher..." After taking a deep breath of righteousness and dramatic revelation, he said "I think I might know who did it."

At once, the students started asking more questions than they had when their Mathematics teacher had tried teaching them Differentiation. Teacher calmed things down and asked "Who do you think it was?"

"Well... its just a possibility, but... I think it was Suspect01."

(Please note. In order to avoid mixing up the numbers of students, I'm naming this suspect here Suspect01. Despite his different name, Suspect01 is still a student, just like all the other students. The only thing that sets him appart is that he is the first suspect to be brought to surface by the discussion. I had to give him a different name to make him easier to recognise. After all, you can only have so many numbers lined up in a row before they all start looking alike.)

I must admit that this came as a bit of a shock to me. Of all the people any one of us would have suspected, he would have been the last. Teacher was no less startled. At least the suspect himself wasn't present in the classroom.

"You're writing something again." "No I'm not. Stop bothering me." "Quiet, you two. Let's listen to what he has to say." "Sorry, Teacher." "Sorry, Teacher."

Teacher tried to stay calm. "Well, tell us why you suspect him."


"Well, its only a possibility, but I think Suspect01 did it. I mean, he once said something about wanting to write a letter to the principal.
"When did the letter reach the principal's hands? Wasn't it Friday? Something like that. I'm quite sure he came to school on that day. Maybe that's when he planted the letter.
"I'm sure he had a motive to do it too."

After a while, Teacher broke the silence. "Well, that is something. He actually said he was going to write a letter to the principal? I'm sure that if we could get a hold of him, we can interrogate him properly and-"

Student25 interrupted. "Teacher, can I ask Student17 a few questions first? I want to find out a bit more about what he knows."
Teacher shrugged. "Well, of course. Go ahead and ask anything you want."

(Referring to Student25 as Student25 all the time is going to get tiresome, since his name is going to be appearing several more times in the near future. I'm re-aliasing him to... 'Boss'.)


Student17: Well, its only a possibility, but I think Suspect01 did it. I mean, he once said something about wanting to write a letter to the principal.
Boss: Hold it!
 Boss: So, he "said something about wanting to write a letter to the principal"? You mean he wanted to complain about the teachers not completing the syllabus?
 Student17: Uh, not really. He did say he wanted to write a letter of complaint to the principal, but it was because of too much homework.
 Teacher: Too much homework? He was going to write to the principal about that?
 Student17: Well, he only said he was going to. I don't think he ever went through with it. But if he's ready to contemplate the idea, then you never know, right?
 Boss: Hmm... continue.

Student17: When did the letter reach the principal's hands? Wasn't it Friday? Something like that. I'm quite sure he came to school on that day. Maybe that's when he planted the letter.
Boss: Hold it!
 Boss: I thought the letter was shoved under the principal's door at midnight, and she came across it the next morning.
 Student12: *COUGH* *COUGH* *COUGH* *ahem*.... Sorry, Boss. I'm afraid that was a bit of dramatization on my part. No one knows for sure when the letter really reached the principal's office, but it probably wasn't at midnight. And I can't tell for sure how mushc time passed in between her receiveing the letter and confronting the teachers.
 Boss: ....Okay. But let's say the letter was shoved under the door on Friday. What makes you so sure he was at school on that day? Even I have trouble keeping attendance these days.
 Student17: Well... remember that "Unity between races" questionairre that we had to take last week? That was Friday, wasn't it? I distinctly remember seeing him taking the questionairre. So, if he came to school on Friday, and if Friday was the day that the Principal got the letter, then he may have put it in the office on that one day he was at school. One thing for sure is, he hasn't been coming to school since the questionairre day.
 Boss: Hmm... I see.

Student17: I'm sure he had a motive to do it too.
Boss: Hold it!
 Boss: Okay, aside from the whole "I heard him say he was gonna do it" business, why do you suspect him of the crime?
 Teacher: Wait, I just thought of something. The letter was quite particular about your practical Biology teacher being better than your current teacher. So whoever wrote the letter must be quite close to the practical teacher, right?
('Practical Biology Teacher' is now aliased to 'Sah'. As in, you know, 'Sir', but pronounced in Britain. Or wherever. Oh, alright, I'll do the Investigation Record thing as well.)
 Student17: Spot on, Teacher. Suspect01 was very close to Sah, but he didn't like our Biology teacher very much.
 Boss: Alright, I see where you're getting. Suspect01 put Sah in good light in his letter, hoping to have him back as out Biology teacher.
 Student12: (Does Suspect01 take Accountancy? That's one of the subjects mentioned in the letter.)
 Student19: (No, he used to take Accounts, but he stopped after a few months. He might have friend in Accounts, though.)
 Boss: Hmm... no further questions.

This time, Student12 broke the silence. "So do you think it was Suspect01, Teacher?"
"I don't know, but we have certainly learnt a lot from today's discussion. Now that I think about it, Suspect01 was very close to Sah, wasn't he?"
Boss scratched his head. "That's what it looks like now, Teacher."
"Really though, as a teacher, I understand how bad your Biology teacher must feel right now. I mean, the writer actually compared her to a practical teacher. Do you know how sad she was?"
Student24 nudged Boss in the ribs. "Hey, Boss, as the class monitor, you should go and console her."
Everyone stared at him. Student24 was puzzled. "Wait, that's right, isn't it? 'Console'?"

Typically, in a classroom full of teenage boys, the word 'console' is instantly associated with the word 'video game', as in this case, where it causes some confusion.

Student12 tilted his head and thought carefully about it, mentally rolling the word around his mind's tongue. "'Console'... 'console'... Yeah, that sounds right. You console someone who feels upset."
Student24 grinned triumphantly. "Hah! I was right, right? 'Console' is correct! You guys just stared at me like that, and you almost made me believe I was wrong."

A few students, including Boss, started joking around with him.
"When I heard the word 'console', I immediately thought of 'video game console'!"
"Hah! Boss, you should go and 'console' our Biology teacher!"
"Hey, imagine: "We're very sorry teacher, here's and Xbox, please forgive us." Hahahah!"

Let us leave this merry lot and press on with the discussion. Throughout the course of the hour, small groups of students discussed among themselves and came up with a few more suspects, but none of the suspects came as strongly as Suspect01. However, due to the fickle nature of the teenage mind, the righteous desires of the class to uncover the culprit and bring him to light, soon dissipated, and was replaced by the equally righteous desire to find out what was for lunch. As they say in Melayu, "the heat of a chicken's droppings", meaning that dedication usually doesn't last for long. No joke. Most probably by next year, when school reopens, everyone would have forgotten all about the whole thing, and no one would even ask Suspect01 anything about the matter. But the important thing is this: It happened, and its not a small thing. We should remembr this incident in our hearts as a reminder that, there is nothing that humans will not do, no matter how vile or damaging. Also remember that your teachers care for you, and you should respect them in return. And so on and so forth.



Alias: Student17
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Description: A witness in this investigation. To protect his identity, I'm going to reveal as little about him as is possible. In fact, I've said too much already.

Alias: Student19
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Description: I don't know if you guys even bother to keep track of all these numbers, or whether you even read the descriptions of people, but you might remember Student19 getting a small mention in Part 2 of the story. He's the class assistant monitor who just so happened to be sitting next to me during the discussion. I decided to include him for, as they say, "the lulz".

Alias: Student21
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Description: Once again, included just for "the lulz". I'm sure 80% of the class would be able to identify him based on the situation I put him in during the investigation, and also from the description, but he's not a suspect and has nothing to worry about. Also, I hope he forgives me for calling him "rotund".

Alias: Boss
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Description: Boss is, basically, Student25 with his sleeves rolled up. The name is a lot cooler, and is easier to type than 'Student25'. I'm sure he doesn't mind me putting him in the role of a ruthless interrogator.

Alias: Suspect01
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Description: Currently a suspect in this investigation, which is a surprise, because he is the second last person I would have suspected. Since he doesn't often speak up in class and doesn't seem very interested in his studies, one would think he couldn't care less if the teachers were good ones or not. But there is a lot of circumstantial evidence pointing at him. Or whatever.

Alias: Sah
Age: I dunno, somewhere in his twenties.
Gender: Male
Description: Maybe I'm being unclear on what I mean by 'practical teacher'. Apparently, when people are on their way to becoming a school teacher, somewhere in the proccess they get sent to a seemingly random school, where they receive experience by teaching a few classes. Basically, they replace whatever teacher was teaching you before, and he tries out teaching for a few months, then they send him back to the University. So you see why its such a big deal that a salted and seasoned teacher like out Biology teacher would be compare to Sah. Of course, none of this is his fault in any way.


It is SO late right now. But then again, what's new?

Year End School Holidays have begun! This means that every student in Form 4 now gets two months off to play video games all day and obliterate everything they learned that year. Hip hip hoorah and all that.

We have come to the conclusion of the Classroom Scandal! Not much of a conclusion, I admit, but that's what life is like. It's very rarely exciting, especially when the aforementioned life takes place in a middle school full of boys. Out of the usual colorful middle-school-mix of Politics, Studies, and Romance, students in SMK St. George only get 2 out of 3. Believe me, the story would have been a lot more interesting if it had taken place in SMJK Hua Lian, or somewhere. Definitely not St. George's.

One important rule I've always held onto when writing is, if you enjoy writing it, then people will enjoy reading it. I think I must have read that somewhere. To that end, I dreaded the moment when I would have finally had to conclude the story, because as you can see, its not very much of an ending. But, thanks to some last minute inspiration, I was able to dramatize the story to such outrageous proportions, that I think I at least won't get egged for it.

Of course no one else thought of Student17's explanation as a "Witness Testimony", and of course "Boss" didn't shout "Hold it!" all the time, but I like it that way.

Want a quote? How's this?

"The best kind of video game is that needs batteries. You can only play it for so long before it makes you do a bit of exercise." ~Me, running out of inspiration.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011


I should really be posting more blogs at this time, but several things are preventing me from doing this.

1. As I have mentioned before, I spend these days cooped up in the Editorial Board room at school, preparing the school magazine. This has been taking up a lot of my time. However, we finished up the last of our work today, so its very likely that I won't have to go anymore.

2. I started playing DotA, the online game that has already enfevered so many people in Malaysia today. Now I spend most of my free time devising new strategies and figuring out which items are good. This might take a while.

Well, alright, there are just two things. But I promise to update again and wrap up the Classroom Scandal story arc inside the week.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Classroom Scandal Part 2 - The Investigation Begins

14th November 2011. Four teachers were called to the office of the headmistress of SMK St. George. The reason: An anonymous letter, written by "The Class of 4Sc1",addressed to the headmistress, complained of the inefficiency of these four teachers in completing the syllabus for the year. Having been spread throughout the entire school, this news instilled anxiety in the hearts of the students of 4Sc1 themselves.

Four teachers. One class. Twenty-five students, twenty-five potential suspects. One perpetrator. And one stenographer.

All names have been witheld for legal and social purposes. Kindly assume each of the following characters to be fictional.

10:47 a.m. 4Sc1 Classroom, SMK St. George.

The classroom was glum. This is often the usual atmosphere found around classrooms, but this classroom was made even more glum by the fact that is was deprived of all students except for three of them. On top of that, there was a certain feeling of forebodingness hovering around the room. Then, footsteps. A student entered the classroom. Looking around the empty class, he spotted a friend and went to sit next to him. "Hey, isn't teacher here yet? I thought I was already late."


His friend checked his watch. "Nope, it's ten-forty-four. Class starts in a minute."
Student12 appeared puzzled. "That can't be right. My watch says ten-forty-seven."
"Well mine says ten-forty-four, and its set to school time. Anyway, the bell hasn't rung yet."
"But the bell hasn't rung all day. I think it's out. Well, my watch says ten-forty-seven, so to me its ten-forty-seven, no matter what."

He looked around the classroom again. Aside from himself, there were three people. While the class usually held 25 students, about fifteen of them were busy working on the school magazine in the Editorial Board room, and about seven of them declared early holiday for themselves after the exams ended. That left a miserly amount of students in the classroom. But today, the class' Chemistry teacher had demanded that all the Editorial Board members be present in the classroom during her subject. Well, Student12 was here alright. The others would be on their way.

While he was musing in this fashion, their Chemistry teacher entered the classroom. Student12, seeing the class monitor to be out, and no one else doing the procedure, he took responsibility into his own hands. "STAND," he said. When all four of them were standing, he greeted her with the custmoary "Good Morning, Teacher." And the others echoed likewise.

The teacher nodded. "Good morning. Please sit. We shall wait for the others to come."


The students sat. Student12 spoke up. "Teacher, why have you called us to class? Most of use were busy in the Editorial Board room."
Teacher smiled grimly. "I think you all know why I called you here."
Student12 clenched his fists on the table in front of him, uncomfortably. "Yes, teacher."

Eventually, more students entered the class and took seats at the tables scattered clumsily around the room. When there were enough students, Teacher stood up and announced "Now, I'm sure you're all wondering why I called you here. You have all heard about the anonymous letter that the headmistress received?"

They nodded. The class monitor, now having entered the class, spoke up. "Teacher, was the letter really anonymous?"


Teacher nodded. "Yes. The writer did not give any indication towards his identity, aside from the letters '4SC1', written very largely on the top. The writer complained, yes, complained about four teachers, saying that they hadn't managed to complete the Form 4 syllabus. They even went so far as to say that the practical teacher you had for Biology was better than your current teacher! Your Biology teacher has been upset all morning, and she even cried a bit." A low murmur began in the classroom as each student began discussing the whole ordeal with their peers.
"And now I want to ask. Which one of you wrote the letter?"

A bespectacled boy raised his hand. "Teacher, what do all the teachers think?"


Teacher sighed and pulled up a chair. Taking a seat, she steepled her fingers. "The teachers had a discussion of their own earlier today. Currently, their keeping a list of their most likely suspects. Currently..." She turned to two students sitting in the front row. " two are at the top of the list."

Both of them were shocked. "Me? Teacher, why do they suspect me?" "It wasn't me, teacher. Honest to goodness."


Teacher sighed and closed her eyes. Personally, she believed all twenty-five students in the class to be good boys. But the letter was written by someone declaring himself to represent 4Sc1. Now she couldn't really trust any one of them.

To be continued...



Alias: Student12
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Description: Student12 is, for all practical purposes, me. Smileys! I'm declaring myself as a kind of stenographer, but in truth, I'm not really much of a good one. Rather than
keeping a record of everything spoken in the investigation, I merely listen to it closely and reconstruct the conversation later, based on what I can remember. This inevitably leads to excess amounts of dramatization.

Alias: Student16
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Description: Currently a suspect in the investigation, Student16 is one of the "study-hard" types, who would typically be upset when he doesn't do well in an exam. On the
other hand, he is not the type to complain about things that go wrong, and is busy these days with work in the Editorial Board. Besides, he did okay in the recent exam.

Alias: Student20
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Description: Currently a suspect in the investigation, Student20 is a lot like Student16, being similar in their devotion to their studies and their disappointment from a low
grade. However, Student20 actually did quite well in the recent exam and does not really have any reason to complain, and is in any case a rather mild sort of person who actually gets on quite well with the teachers.

Alias: Student25
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Description: The class monitor of 4Sc1, quite a lot of the responsibility concerning this investigation falls on his shoulders. He is well known among teachers and students alike, and everyone expects something out of him in this investigation.

Alias: Student24
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Description: There's a reason why I put Student24 after Student25. Student24 sits next to Student25 in class. Although technically Student19 is the assistant class monitor, he's not very active as one, and its unlikely you'll see him in this story arc. Student24 fits in to the role much better, playing right-hand-man to Student25. He will be assisting in the investigation, and is not really suspected.

Alias: Teacher
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Description: One of the "victims", the one I call Teacher teaches the class Chemistry. As a plain and simple fact, she's a very nice teacher and its completely unlikely that any student might dislike her and want to disrepute her, and for her part she doesn't dislike any student either. Because of this, perhaps, she felt that being close enough to the class she could approach us and talk to us about the situation.


And so the investigation begins. This "story arc" is based on a real situation going on in my school. Alright, I dramatized a bit, but most of the truth is in there. Okay, so the anonymous letter wasn't delivered at midnight. Okay, the headmistress probably didn't shout at anyone either. I admit it, our Biology teacher didn't really cry, she was just probably really upset. Also, probably not the WHOLE school knows about the letter. None of us knew a thing about it until Teacher told us everything. Anyway, of course I had to dramatize things a bit. Life is seldom as exciting as stories, especially when said life take place in a middle school filled only with boys.

I'm afraid this little story arc isn't coming along as nicely as I hoped. Two problems arise in the smoooth execution of the story. The first is that since it is based of a real life situation, it has to be as accurate as possible. This stops me from blowing things out of proportion. Another problem is that since anyone might read my blog, and since the next update is going to reveal a few more suspects, I must be careful not to use anyone's real names, for "legal and social purposes". You don't need to know what that means and neither do I, but what it means is, don't slander people directly or you'll get in trouble.

At least the next episode is probably going to be the last. Remember to use the Cbox, people.

Today I find myself in Penang, and I forgot to bring the device I need to connect my handphone to the laptop. This means that even if I had taken an interesting picture laltely, I can't post it right now. So what shall it be? Another one of my ill-winded quotes? Nah, you get a proper quote this time.

"You don't have to be a beer drinker to play darts, but it helps."  ~Author Unknown
I call that a proper quote, and that's what counts.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Classroom Scandal Part 1 - The Letter at Midnight

In the school, at midnight...

A figure is seen, prowling around the corridors. Its no surprise that he managed to get past the security guards; the old school had more holes in it than swiss cheese, which mice like this one use to exit school and "play hooky", as they call it.
Technically, the holes could also be used to enter school as well, although no student had ever thought of it like that before.

The apparition's specially padded shoes left not a sound, not an echo of a footstep as it made its way toward the Headmistress' Office. The figure produced an envelop out of nowhere, and slid it under the doorcrack...
And just like that, it disappeared.

The next day, it was inevitable that the headmistress would see the white envelop lying on the floor the moment she entered the office. She picked it up and looked at it. On the front was written, in a neat type font:

To: The head of SMK St. George Taiping
From: The class of 4Sc1

The headmistress was puzzled. Typically, it was not everyday that she got a letter addressed to her from one of the school's classes. But, the envelope was evidently meant for her and seemed very proper and official. She sat down at the desk and opened the envelope with her paper knife, revealing a printed letter on a clean piece of white paper. On the head of the letter, loud and clear, was written, "4SC1". The rest of the letter seemed to be a message to the headmistress. She leaned back in her chair and began to read.

Ten minutes later, four teachers were called to the headmistress' room. No one but the headmistress had any clue what was going to happen. Later, the teachers who had been in the school office said that between the time when the four teachers entered the office and when they walked out, there had been a certain amount of crying and shouting. When the teachers returned to the staff room, all four of them had their heads hung low, and the eyes of one of them were red and swollen. Several teachers grouped around them to find out what had happened. Wordlessly, one of them handed over a letter typed out on a clean white piece of paper. Its contents were, roughly:

The letter said,
"We are the class of 4Sc1 and we are not satisfied with the performance with some of our teachers, namely, our Chemistry, Biology, Physics, and Accountancy teachers. Throughout the year, they failed to complete the syllabus for their respective subjects. This has caused, in my belief, the decline in the academic performance of several of the students in the recent exam. Furthermore, in my opinion, the practical Biology teacher the class took in for a few months was a lot better than our current teacher. We ask that you take action.
Sincerely, 4SC1."

To be continued...


The room grows silent. The teachers exchange nervous glances. A few students unfortunate enough to be in the staff room at that fated moment began feeling incredibly awkward, and sneaked out quietly. The news spread, gradually, throughout the whole school and everyone knew, deep in their hearts, that 4Sc1 was in some serious deep water. As for the class themselves, they were in pensive unrest for the rest of the day, everyone suspecting everyone else of being the author of the poison-pen letter.

Who could have done it? Or what if it isn't a single person, but a group of dark-syndicate members plotting for our teachers' demise? What do they have to say about it? Stay tuned...

Sorry, but it is once again SO late, so you don't get any proper closing picture or quote, AGAIN, so here's a quote of my own devising:

"If you find yourself having to think really hard about coming up with a neat quote, you're probably trying too hard." ~Me.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Since when have I had a job?

There are some people who are of the opinion that being a school student counts as having an occupation. For instance, when signing up for forums or websites on the internet, a common question is "What is your occupation" and on some of these websites, "middle school student" is an accepted answer.

These days I am learning why "student" counts as an occupation. Around 9 months ago, I entered the school's Editorial Board, the team whose job it is to publish the yearly school magazine. During the first few months of the school year, or to be exact, until a month ago, work on the school magazine was very lax. But when the deadline drew nearer and the magazine was found to be a kilometer away from being complete, our directing teacher decided, "Hey, your exams finish soon, right? Once your exams are over I want every man jack of you to spend the school hours and several after IN the E.B. room doing the work you have been assigned. Its not like you need to be in class anymore anyway."

The Editorial Board room houses three computers plus five laptops, 3 of which belong to the E.B. members, me being one of them. I leave for school the same time my dad leaves for work, and, bringing my trusty laptop of mine, I spend the whole of school time in the E.B. room. School session ends at 1 o'clock, and marks the beginning of my lunch break. When my break's over, its back to work until everyone decides to call it a day by mutual agreement. This is typically around 4 o'clock or later, and I walk to my dad's clinic and we head home together.

In short, I leave for school the same time as my dad, then work my fingers of, then head home the same time as my dad. Its like having a job.

Recall my last post, "Catching Z's"? I said I wrote that post while I was at school, right? Well, its not uncommon for corporate employees to sneak into facebook during office hours either. Our Editorial Board room is just close enough to the school office to pick up Wi-Fi signals from there. Hahaha.

This is also the sad reason why I haven't been blogging as much as I really should be. But, fear not! The end of my toil is on the horizon, and I ought to be able to enjoy my holidays next week without the school magazine in my face.


Today was, undoubtedly, the most dramatic school day ever. Halfway through the morning, a teacher came to the E.B. room with a message that we were to be in class during our Chemistry period, because our teacher had something important to say. We were all in class at 10:45 sharp - well, okay, four of us were there and the other twelve were fashionably late - and our teacher revealed to us the most serious case of a class hoax I have ever heard and ever will hear. Well, not a hoax. I'm not sure what to call it. BUT, the details shall be reccounted, TOMORROW.

I almost forgot! Many thanks to my newest follower, Phang! If you remember, he was the first person to give me any form of feedback regarding my blog, and he has since even started his own blog. What is the address of his blog? Why don't you ask him yourself? After all, we have a CBOX on the page now! ------->

It is SO late and I am tired from my working day, and I don't have any new pictures of my baby sister, and my old tradition of putting inspiring quotes at the end of each post takes too much effort and no one really cares anyway, so instead I'm closing with a quote of my own devising:

"The only thing stopping you from losing weight is yourself." ~Me
Not half bad!

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Catching Z's

Last night as I was falling asleep, a mosquito attempted to fly into my nose. Not the most fascinating of events, but it doesn't happen very often, right?

Yeah, whatever. I'm actually typing this in school. How is this possible? Maybe I'll explain it next time. For now, I'm experiencing mild sleepiness, and this blog is merely designed to increase the blog count and ease my guilt of laziness (the last post was the first post for a week). What this means is, you get more blog posts, but they don't take as much time to read. From a point of view, that's double happiness!

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

The Cleft of Dimensions

Torval hugged himself as he wandered, lost, through the maze of the arena.

I shoudln't have let Dantain convince me to come here, he thought to himself. On hindsight, I shoudln't have let him convince me to remove my equipment, either. Oh well, at least this is the Player's Battle Arena. There aren't any monsters around here, so the only thing I have to be worried about is an attack by other players. But that won't happen as long as I don't bother anyone...

Torval stopped in front of yet another one of the infinite junctions in the maze. He was, admittedly, truly and hopelessly lost.
Suddenly, Torval sensed something. The air behind him shifted subtly as someone moved. Torval looked behind him, but there was no one there. He shuddered.

He was about to move forward when something nudged against his foot. Looking down, he saw an adorable pink kitten rubbing itself against his leg. It looked up at him and purred. Torval immediately recognised it as a pokemon from his Pokedex pages. It was a Skitty, a domestic feline pokemon.
Slightly soothed by the presence of such an adorable creature, Torval knelt on the ground and stroked the pokemon's head.

All of a sudden, the area was filled by a bloodthirsty scream. Torval turned towards the noise and saw, down one of the corridors, a young girl was charging towards him. Wielding a hunting rifle. Torval leapt to his feet. The girl started firing at him, but Torval was experienced in battles. He dodged the bullets, and ran forward to meet the girl. The girl reloaded her rifle and fired of a few rounds which hit Torval on his arm, exploding on impact. Torval grunted, but he was a powerful player, even without his equipment. He reached the girl and, barehanded, threw a powerful uppercut. The girl flew back a few yards and hit the ground, unmoving.

Torval clutched at his arm, gasping for breath. What had just happened? He had been attacked! Then it passed again. The feeling of someone moving behind him. He turned around, but again there was no one there except the Skitty, which hadn't moved.

Then he heard footsteps, approaching from ahead. Out of the mouth of the corridor, Dantain appeared, flanked by his pet harpy and Koa the Barbarian.

"Hello, Torval." Dantain stepped in front of him. "I see you were attacked. The arena can be a treacherous place."
Torval gritted his teeth. "Yeah, I can vouch that much for you."
"That's just as well, then." Daintain grinned. "Makes it easier for us to finish you off."
"Oh y- What?! What do you mean?"
"I see you get our friend Crossroads there." Dantain gestured towards the girl lying on the ground. "But it doesn't matter. She was still a weakling." Dantain drew his gun and pointed it at Torval. "It's over, Torval. We found out about your plot. This ends here!"
This is crazy, thought Torval. What is he talking about? Why is does he have Koa with him? What plot does he think I'm involved in?
But at that moment, Dantain was pointing a gun at Torval, and his fighter instincts kicked in. He lunged at Dantain, his fist raised to land a massive punch to his jaw.

But before Torval could attack, Koa dashed forward and tripped him over. In an instant, Koa was upon him, beating the life out of him. But Torval's strength was greater than Koa, and he threw Koa off and leapt to his feet, ready to battle. For a split second, Torval noticed that the Skitty had vanished. Koa drew his sword and lunged forward, ready to slash Torval, but Torval blocked the blade with his arms, yelling in pain. Then he punched out repeatedly at the barbarian with both hands, ending with an uppercut to his chin. Severely wounded, Koa fled into the maze.

Dantain applauded sarcastically at Torval. "Well done, Torval. Even without your weapons, you're still one heck of a fighter."
"What are you trying to do, Dantain?"
"I'm sorry Torval, but I can't give you the chance to escape. Harpy, kill Torval!"

With a terrifying screech, Dantain's harpy took to the air and swooped at Torval, beak and talons ready to do some severe damage. Dantain whipped out his gun and started firing at Torval.
Time slows.

Torval was locked in combat with the harpy, trying to land punches while at the same time fending of it's talons with his arms. He was forced to take the damage from Dantain's bullets while he focused on the harpy. Koa returned to the scene of the battle, berserker rage burning in his eyes. The girl with the rifle from earlier, Crossroads, got up, and was ready to charge into the fray. Then, out of the corner of his eye, Torval noticed something. The Skitty, which had vanished some time earlier, returned from the depths of the maze. There was something odd about the shadows on the wall behind the pokemon. When Torval peered closely at the darkness, he noticed a darker shadow, lurking in the darkness of the shadows.

The figure reached into its pocket and pulled out something glowing. It looked like a tiny fairy, curled up asleep. Oh no, thought Torval, its a cyber elf! If that thing wakes up...
The figure prodded the cyber elf with a finger. Sure enough, the cyber elf woke up... and began crying. A cold wind blew through the area. As the elf's cries increased in volume, the intensity of the wind grew. Soon enough, a harsh blizzard was storming around the area!

Crossroads, already weak from her fight with Torval, collapsed into the deepening snow. Dantain was frightened of by the sudden change in weather, and fled into the dungeon. The harpy fled after its master. That only left Koa the Barbarian and Torval standing. Koa lunged at Torval with his sword, but again, Torval blocked it with his hands and knocked Koa to the ground with a powerul hook. Koa landed in a deep snow mound and tried to get up, but the blizzard was just to much for him, and he collapsed.

Torval stood alone in the center of the blizzard, panting. He had somehow survived. Dantain was probably in the maze of the arena somewhere, but that didn't matter. Torval just wanted to get out from the maze himself.
Then he heard a sound. "Nyao, nyao..."

Torval turned. There was the Skitty, sitting calmly in the middle of the blizzard. Lurking in the shadows of a nearby wall was the dark figure from earlier. The figure reached behind its back and pulled out two sharp, thorned whips. The figure advanced towards Torval.
Oh no, thought Torval, everyone's trying to kill me today! I'm not going to take this sitting down!
Torval dashed forward, getting the first strike, and let loose a flurry of punches at the figure! Pow! Smack! All the punches connected soundly, but his opponent hardly appeared to be fazed! The figure leapt forward and landed a kick on Torval's chest. That really did HURT! Torval decided that he couldn't win this fight and attempted to flee. But as he was running, he became aware of a set of smaller footsteps chasing him. He risked looking back, just in time to see the Skitty leaping at him, baring its fangs.

The dark figure was sitting against the side of the wall, with the cyber elf resting on his palm. He hummed a soft lullaby as he stroked its hair and put it back to sleep. The blizzard slowly cleared up.
The Skitty returned to its master and sat at his feet. "Nyao, nyao."
The figure spoke. "Well done, my Skitty. Torval and his friends have finally been defeated."
"Nyao nyao?"
"Well, alright, perhaps it was a little unethical of me to incite his friends against him like that. But what other choice did I have? At least be grateful I didn't send YOU in to handle Torval alone."
"Nyao nyao..."
"Quite so." The figure got up, putting the cyber elf back into his pocket. "Anyway, we had better be leaving now. The Immortals will be showing up at any minute."

The figure closed its eyes and said "Exit!" At once, the figure and the Skity vanished.


Okay, back to reality! The above passage is based on a PvP (or Player versus Player) session that took place yesterday in one of my favourite video games, Cleft of Dimensions! Some readers might recognise a few other video game characters there, such as Skitty from pokemon and the cyber elf from the Megaman series. But that's not all; The dark figure with the cyber elf is actually a Moogle from the Final Fantasy Series. That's right, Cleft of Dimensions, a MUD game that takes its areas and characters from classic popular video games. MUD means Multi User Dimension by the way, and what this means is that your video game look something like this:

Unawesome? Not at all! In the same way that reading a story book is like watching a movie inside your mind, playing a game through words like that is like having the video game inside your imagination, where the graphics are better than in any high-definition console game.

This blog post as you see it is the dawn of a new idea of mine: Writing a short "cut-scene" at the beginning of each post. As I have mentioned before, I quite like writing, and this should provide sufficient practice for me. What this means is, you get to read overblown dramatic battle scenes such as the one above. Enjoy.

Brand new colorful edit! Ever wonder what it must have really looked like in the battle arena during the fight? Click here!

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Today I find myself hurled into the middle of yet another cruel holiday. Some may say that one of the finer points of Malaysia is that there are three times as many religious festivals, and it must follow that there are three times as many school holidays as well.

This is actually the second day of holiday. The first day, yesterday, was DULL. I practically spent the whole day playing video games and I felt terrible that evening. Well, now I know better. One of the substitutes I'm using for video games is, I suppose this here blog.

I was originally intending to write a short cutscene about samurais and demons at the start of this blog, which I thought up last night as I was having trouble sleeping, but for some reason I have decided not to go with it. But now I don't have very much to write about, but I'll do my best.

One of the advantages of wearing eyeglasses is, I get to peer at people over the top of them.

There are actually a dozen interesting things I could write in my blog right now, but most of them involve other people, so I can't write about them for two reasons: a) The people concerned might read the blog, and b) when certain people read that blog, they're going to start asking me personal questions, so... yeah.

Look at the chat box on the right side of the blog page! ---------------------------------->
Somewhere there anyway. It is incredibly easy to use, thanks to the CBOX producers. It makes it easier for me to actually communicate with readers, since I've discovered that blogger stops me from commenting on my own blogs. That's one disadvantage that Facebook doesn't have, I suppose.

School ends officially on the 18th of November! That's less than a stone's throw away. Even though I'm practically taking my holidays now, since nothing goes on at school anymore, but it's different when its official.

At this point where I close my blog, I would usually put a picture of my baby sister doing something adorable, but she hasn't been doing much lately. So here's a picure of her being carried by a church member of mine:

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

It was a dark and stormy night...

The sky was without its usual brightness, being covered from the stars and the moon by the dark thunderstorms of midnight. Rain pattered heavily upon the pavement, and every so often the world became illuminated suddenly by a flash of lightning, only to fade into darkness once again a split second later.

One particular boy was spending his evening at home, safely sheltered from the weather. As the sound of the storm raged on outside, he stretched out on the couch and turned on the TV. It was a badminton match, and apparently, Lee Chong Wei was winning.

Then, lightning struck, lighting up the skies with a light much brighter than usual. Again, and again, the sky flashed with light from the clouds, and suddenly, the boy found himself sitting in darkness. The lights went out all at once, and his TV was very rudely interrupted when it blacked out. Before he realised what was going on, the thunder arrived. As he covered his ears, his entire conciousness was engulfed in the boom of the thunder, the terrible noise which sounded as if someone was ripping the sky in half. It rolled on and on and on... and then...

The boy slowly got up, but the only difference this made was that he was now standing in darkness instead of sitting.
But the terror wasn't over yet. The boy began to notice  that over the continuous drone of the rain, there was another noise on the edge of hearing. It was a soft and slow crumbling sound, which sent shivers down his spine. It sounded like the edge of a cliff slowly being parted from the rock, and would soon tumble downwards to a loud crash against the ocean. As he listened, the tiny sound grew louder and louder, until...

The whole thing, from the strike of lightning to the final boom, took about fifteen seconds.

The next day, the boy's father stepped outside and found that the garden wall had fallen flat on the ground.


Happy Halloween, people! Although most or all of you don't celebrate Halloween, and neither do I, but at least I can still commemarate it with an over-dramatic blog post.

A lot of the above passage is made up. It was not dark nor stormy, and there wasn't a power blackout. The bit about Lee Chong Wei was real though. And there was a loud Boom from when the wall fell, although I didn't notice it. And anyway, it didn't even take place on Halloween, it was on the 29th.

Its rather strange, really. It wasn't even raining. In fact, it was a rather clear night. So what could have caused the wall to collapse like that? It wasn't just a case of old bricks crumbling to bits and leaving the rest of the wall without support. The whole wall, as one piece, fell in the same direction and as I type this it is lying on the grass outside, not as a heap of rock but as a distinguishable wall.
Imagine building a miniature wall out of LEGOs, and toppling it over. That's what the wall looks like.

I've taken a few pictures of the now-fallen wall on my handphone, and those of you who know a bit about my backyard will recognise this place and the aforementioned wall.

See that large area of green in front of the potted plants? That's not tall grass, nor is it a path of some sort.
That's a wall covered in leaves, resting ninety degrees from its originally intended position.

It looks a bit more like a wall from this angle. See the archway on the left? The whole wall topples down, and the archway remains intact. Weird?

Of the whole wall, this is the only bit where the bricks broke. The rest of the wall is still in one piece.
The wall appears to still be in good shape, considering that it didn't break to bits when it fell. So what could have caused it to topple in that way? Probably an earthquake a few hundred miles away.
Or perhaps it was done by early Halloween ghosts?

Nah... of course not...

To lighten the mood, here's a picture of my baby sister pushing a tricycle:

"Yeah, the battery's dead. I'm just gonna wheel it to the nearest garage; they'll know what to do."