Falsafah Leowisme

2006-10-19T22:54:00.000+08:00

Post-exam Stress

Today happens to be the second last day of the exams!

*celebrates*

After the Hari Raya holidays, we pitiful students will have to sit for Modern Maths Paper 1 (which is multiple choice, yipee-yay) and... PJK!

No, it's not what it looks like! PJK doesn't stand for Physics for Junior Kytogenarians!

All right... you caught me... I made the K word up, hehe. Seriously, there is NOTHING that begins with a K that would match the above context, but I digress.

PJK is merely Physical Education. For some strange unfathomable reason, the government has decided to include it in our syllabus in spite of the fact nobody actually TEACHES us the syllabus. Or does that only happen in my school?

Then again, who cares? I'm not going to study for it. I'm going to GO ONLINE and HAVE FUN... you hear that, Education Ministry?? I am NOT CARING about your PJK exam!!! NOT CARING!!! *psychotic laughter*

SPM-format exams have already reduced me to an unstable, psychotically-laughing lunatic.

Sorry, sorry, mistake... I was born that way... *bwahahaha*

Thanks to higher secondary education, my once flawless skin (well, almost) succumbed to-

*gasp*

PIMPLES!!!

*dun dun dun*

*shiver*

My blemished face will make little kids cry...

*Leow gives a friendly smile*

"Why, hello there, child! Would you like a sweet?"

"AHHHHHH!!! MUMMY!!! M-M-MONSTER!!!"

*kid runs away screaming, scarred for life by the horror that is Leow's pimple*

Even walking into the bathroom can be scary, because sometimes I catch a glance of my reflection...

*humming happy music*

"La la la... dum dee dum dee dum... happy happy happy, la la laa-AAAHHHH!!! What the hell was that???!! Oh cheh... just a laterally-inverted image of my ugly, pimply-fied face."

Stress does this to all of us. So, the lesson to be learnt here is DON'T COME TO FORM 4... drop out of school and be a farmer, haha. Alternatively, be an ice-cream vendor! It has proven to be a very successful business (see SMK Taman Melawati's Gate B for evidence).

2006-10-02T03:09:00.000+08:00

Mucho gracias and dank u (German, right?) to Alicia Low (look, I wrote your name in purple!Hehe), for her great help with my template!

You can now leave comments the normal way.

Still, don't let the chatterbox go to waste, haha.

Disgusting Lesson... but nevertheless a lesson...

2006-10-02T02:37:00.000+08:00

*sigh*

Exams, exams, exams. Here they come again.

What could we do but study and hope for the best?

So I studied.

Then I fell sick. Nice. A sore throat and running nose to keep me company while I try very hard to remember who was the genius who came up with the public examination system.

Who WAS that guy?? Was his name even mentioned???

Fat load of good studying's done me. Tsk.

No matter. I couldn't change anything about it. Remember one of my previous lessons? Always look on the bright side... (something like that lah, haha). At least the sickness would give me a good reason to sleep early without feeling as guilty.

Few days later, the mucous begins to dry up. It didn't even turn greenish-yellow. Surprising.

So, it's back to studying, studying, studying.

*thinks* Hmm... sitting up very uncomfortable-lah. Butt also very pain already. Lie down-lah.

*lies down*

*continues reading*

Ahh crap... hingus (mucous) coming out...

*reaches for tissues*

Lesson to be learnt: Do not EVER blow your nose while lying on your back.

*shudder*

All... that... slime... urgh. Hingus all over the side of your face is not pleasant at all.

*Leow puts on a labcoat and a pair of thick glasses and an afro wig (in bad imitation of Einstein)*

"Ladies and gentlemen, according to the law of gravity, every substance is subjected to a force known as gravitational force. This force will pull objects DOWNWARDS. This includes hingus!"

Hmm, actually, I should've pretended to be Newton. Oh well.

Behold the effects of gravity. -.-

2006-09-23T01:21:00.000+08:00

Let's see.

Here I am again, staring at the computer screen with nothing to say.

However, it is a heinous crime to have a blog and not use it (*cough* like SOME people), so something must be said.

Let us consider a highly considerable topic- canteen food.

What about canteen food?

Firstly, it is POISONOUS. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it may come as a shock to all of you to find out that the overpriced carcinogens you purchase can cost you a few years of your life.

I'm such a pessimist.

Surely canteen food is not THAT bad.

Exclusive article ::: Canteen Myths

1. Cockroaches are part of the menu, and are used as flavouring for SMK Taman Melawati's mee hoon, fried rice, etc. etc.

Aw, that's-

Hm. True, actually.

There was this poor boy, who was unfortunate enough to have spent a few bucks on a plate of fried mee hoon only to realise the source of protein wasn't exactly ikan bilis.

Oh no, those brown oval things were definitely not Iranian dates. Not that people usually add Iranian dates to fried mee hoon, anyway.

2. The canteen has terrible hygiene standards.

*bellows with laughter*

I dare any Melawatian to deny that with a straight face.

Here are some statistical facts to support the above statement. *note: the 'normal people' stuff was based on an average calculation, of course...*

Utensil of choice to chop chicken
Normal people : Chopping board
Canteen people: Floor. As in like, the same one you step on.

Tablecloth material
Normal people: Cotton or other synthetic fabrics.
Canteen people: 80% mildew. I don't want to know the rest.

Utensil used to pack food
Normal people: Scoop or those clip thingies (can't remember what they call them. Comments welcome)
Canteen people: Bare hands.

It's a wonder how they ever passed the Health Ministry tests. Or DIDN'T they......... *suspicious*

Using a German boy (foreign exchange student lah) as an indicator, it is confirmed that the canteen poses a threat to the ecosystem. Poor Carl Sandmann has suffered multiple stomach aches (though, admittedly, not all of them were caused by the canteen. The nasi lemak stall played a significant role too) after consuming the "food".

After all is said and done, we Melawatians still end up eating canteen food. WHY?

Thankfully, our immunity system can withstand canteen food, but for how long more?

Lesson to be learnt- Melawatians will be Melawatians... it would take a lot to stop us from eating, haha.

2006-09-02T00:56:00.000+08:00

Hmm..

I'm still attempting to recover from the loss of a beautiful post.

*breaks down and cries*

I miss it so much... but... nothing can bring it back...

*sob sob*

*wipes tears*

Alicia (or ALI, HAHA) tagged me.

Yaay I got tagged!

6 Weird Things About Me

I like opening tissue packets (the small pocket-sized ones, particularly the ones with a sticky label). It send this little Tingle of Happiness throughout my system, hehe.
...

*blank*

Whoa. And I thought I was an incredibly weird psycho person!!! NOOO!!! I'm...

*gasp*

NORMAL!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO......

*hyperventilating*

This is bad. I can't even get past number TWO... WHY OH WHY...

Let's try again.

(refer above)
... *squeezes brain* Errm... I hate physics?

No no, that's not weird... I mean, everyone does, that's like-

*GAAACCK*

NOOO!!! It's NORMAL! I am NOT NORMAL!!!

Think think think...

(refer above above)
I like wrapping books. (THERE! I AM WEIRD!!! Hehe)
I am prejudiced towards Reader's Digest (for absolutely no reason).
I am deadly afraid of...

The sound...

of a toilet flushing.

HEYY... none of that serong thinking... I flush, okay... I just don't like the sound. Scary.

*shudder*
I enjoy stalking people. The more obsessed I become, the more fun it is, hehe.

Are you scared? ;)
I took 45 minutes to think of all this.

There!

Boy, that was difficult...

TOO difficult. That's gonna damage my rep... tsk tsk.

I tag... Yu Wen!!! Hehe.

No lessons (yet).

I should seek therapy, I'm still really traumatised by what happened to my other post. *sob*

Most Important Lesson of All

2006-07-23T01:29:00.000+08:00

Thou shalt not trust blogspot!!! Thou shalt not trust blogspot!!!

ARRRRRGGGHHHH!!!

*hysterical screeches*

I GIVE UP.

To hell with the HTML codes... I've had enough... one Saturday night RUINED by blogspot's totally NOT user-friendly format. My perfectly good post (painstakingly typed for three hours yesterday) ruined by faulty HTML. How many people actually know how to find a precise tag which has gone wrong??? HOW MANY???

*cekiks invisible blogspot representative*

This world is a cruel one.

Fitness First with Leowie

2006-06-16T23:23:00.000+08:00

Burning sensation in chest and throat.
Shallow, rapid breathing.
Haywire pulse.
Awkward, jerky movements.

Nah, those are not symptoms of some severe acute heart disease...

That was just what I went through when I ran all the way back to school yesterday afternoon.

I was supposed to pass up my Chemistry paper on Thursday for teacher to take down, and consequently, add more marks. Knowing my wonderful memory (just slightly better than Dory's), I forgot to bring it. After kan cheong-ing myself about the module, I forgot to bring the test paper.

So I asked Pn. Hafsah if I could bring it on Friday, and she was cool about it. Again, kan cheong-ed myself all over it. Yes, I actually brought the paper to school... put it at the front of my file too...

And I still forgot about it. Genius, Leow, real genius.

Came home, saw the paper, freaked and dashed back to school.

Actually, the dashing part lasted only thirty seconds... then I reached my physical limits and was forced to walk. My ankles started getting shaky (on the verge of getting sprained) and I had respiratory problems, but I kept on going...

I was strong...

Determination pulsed through my veins...

I did not stop for rest, and did not have food or water for fifteen minutes!

Yes, this is the story of an epic journey of a crazy girl from her house in J all the way to school, which would be approximately 400 meters. Seriously, if my fitness level was to be rated on a scale of 1-100, I'd get a -2 (at best).

Knowing the cruel ironies of life, Pn. Hafsah had already left. This could mean a 0 for my chemistry! NOOO!!!

Desperate, I turned to Cik Jannah for help. Look! A glimmer of hope! The teachers would be having a meeting at school on Saturday morning, thank God for choir.

Choir was cancelled. Very funny, God.

Anyway, left a note and my paper on her table, hopefully she'll see it... sigh.

*sob sob*

There are two important morals here...

Number one: Never ever ever forget to bring your test papers to school.
Number two: Thou shalt not consider watching TV as exercise.

Tata, must go watch TV now. Hehe just kidding...

Watt's The Problem??

2006-06-10T00:26:00.000+08:00

If we were happy all the time, we wouldn't be able to appreciate the true meaning of happy, because everyday would be the same! So, this itself is proof that something good will come out of every bad thing.

Take the tariff rates increase, for example.

TNB (Tenaga Nasional Berhad, for those of you who do not know... they happen to have the monopoly of the electric trade here, if there even is such a thing, hehe) made life harder (it doesn't really have to be, SPM does the trick) for most of us when they announced higher tariff rates last month.

At least, I think it was last month.

Anyway, it went up by about 20 %, so that's one fifth more of our income gone to something that does not directly involve fun, joy or happiness. This means, of course, that we now have to cut down on our electrical consumption (Poh Yei is doing a very good job by charging her handphone at school, I should do the same, hehe).

That's really not as hard as it seems. We already have a few model citizens showing us the Path of Righteousness when it comes to saving electricity...

Example A: the SMK Taman Melawati canteen.

Let's give them a standing ovation for NEVER switching the fans on!!! Whooo... although all of us innocent students die of heat (if not heat, stomach aches), nevertheless, so much less power is used... *clap clap clap*

Saving electricity in your very own home 101:

When your sister/ brother is bathing, turn off the heater! Turn off the lights! Then scold them for wasting electricity... hehehe. This is an excellent example of how your lecture should sound like-

"Oiii!!! Stupid! Electricity now verrrry expensive you know! Pembazir! Know how to spend only! Tsk tsk!"

Disclaimer: do not bathe in their presence after executing the above.

The same goes for watching TV (good method of halau-ing them and hence taking control of the remote), computer usage (going online has never been easier), etc. etc..

And if they accuse you of tyranny and hypocrisy, you can tell them this...

"If you go online, you'll use up (insert fancy number correct to three decimal points) Watts of energy."

The smartmouth is sure to reply, "What difference does it make if YOU go online, then?"

"Then you won't go online! That's one person less online, hence reducing energy usage!"

If said sibling is smart, he/she would find that the above statement is really crap, to which you can just say, "Haha sucker you fell for my TNB trick"...

If said sibling is intellectually-challenged, he/she will just go away, leaving you to pursue leisurely activities of choice. (and white is up a pawn...)

Lesson to be learnt? Good things come out of every bad thing... hehe. Optimism rules.

Read the following and learn well from it.

I was having dinner at a Japanese restaurant (what was its name again? Fukiko? M-something? Ah yes, Muniacatta. Or Munakata. However it is you spell it), and wow... sashimi... tempura... *slurp* Miso soup...

Of course, the most sensible course of action here would be to vacuum the plate.

"Ooh, wasabi. Must try some."

*spreads some wasabi on a slice of sashimi*

-pause-

Wasabi (symbol Wa)- group 1.5 in the Periodic Table of Elements. Burns with green flame when reacted with saliva. Use only a very very very very small bit when conducting culinary experiments.

-back-

*BOOM*

Lesson to be learnt- thou shalt not insert wasabi-ed sashimi facing tongue. I think there's a slight dent on my tongue now... learn well, my children... do not ever underestimate the power of Wasabi.

Diversion No.1

2006-06-03T17:16:00.000+08:00

Quiz: Which Teacher Are YOU?

Ever wished you were like the SMKTM teachers? Well okay maybe not... haha... but ever wondered which one of their personalities you share? Well okay maybe not either... haha... but you can take this simple quiz to find out!

1. A student would most probably remember you saying...
a) Nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh.
b) Dan accelerations v tolak u over t, u 23, t 40, jadi v is...?
c) *pant pant* I just climbed up the stairs, whoa so tired, wah today very hot ar?
d) Some of you at the back are not angels...

2. Your favourite catchphrase is...
a) Fahaaam, Lee-ow?
b) Ya, Bakeerthy?
c) Where's Daryl?
d) Angels....!

3. Your secret weapon in controlling the class?
a) Threatening not to teach unless they keep quiet and behave- in Nyehnese! (a language, which like the tamadun Indus pictographs, has yet to be deciphered)
b) The SKS- Silent Killer Stare.
c) I have none.
d) Telling them (time and again) that they have very bad attitudes and should be angels.

4. Does it work?
a) No. That's because they don't understand you.
b) It does- or else. *dun dun dun*
c) I wouldn't know, since I hardly come into class.
d) No. That's because they didn't bother listening.

5. What would come to a student's mind when he/she thinks about you?
a) Hag.
b) SHIT I forgot to do homework! *rushes to finish*
c) Nice woman, lousy teacher.
d) B*tch.

If you answered:

1. Mostly As, congratulations, you're a Puan Maimon! Let me explain your personality in your native language, Nyehnese! Nyeh nyeh nyeh, nyeh nyeh! Nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh... nyeh nyeh, nyeh, nyeh nyeh nyeh, nyeh!

2. Mostly Bs, you are a certified Puan Siti Rozana! You are fierce and scary! However, you are a dedicated teacher of Physics and Add. Maths, though you tend to pronounce "acceleration" as "accelerations".

3. Mostly Cs, you're a Puan Soleha! You hardly come into class and climbing stairs exerts great pressure on your physical limits. You are always busy with something other than teaching EST!

4. Mostly Ds, pity you! You're a Puan Sathia! However, all hope is not lost. There's always a way to improve when it comes to teaching methods, and boy do you have a lot of room for it! Students hate you- a lot- and if given three wishes, they would 1. kick you 2. kick you 3. kick you again!

Hehe just adding variety to my blog.*re-reads blog* I hope no teacher ever reads this. God save me if they do! O_O!!

Kebebasan Bersuara Mengikut Leowisme

2006-06-01T22:08:00.000+08:00

One type of people I really hate would be the type who don't talk properly.

This group of people can be divided into three; the ones who speak ridiculously softly, the ones who speak incoherently, and the worst of them all- the ones who speak ridiculously softly AND incoherently!!!

My dear B.M. (and, unfortunately, class teacher) teacher Pn. Maimon happens to fall under the worst category.

I don't know why, how and where did she acquire this mutant speech, but everytime she talks to me it sounds something like this-

"Nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh."

Translated- Go do work (some sort of tedious, near-meaningless work la, there's always something of that sort to do).

The only thing I can clearly hear her say in class is always, "Fahaaaam, Lee-ow?" Then she'll laugh to herself.

Why? WHY??? What is the point of talking if you cannot be heard?

Every B.M. lesson, she makes me sit straight and look right at her (her idea of "paying attention"). It's not like I don't try to listen, I really do. But no matter how hard I strain my ears, all I can hear is-

"Nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh."

She also likes having me and Phraveen do lots of stuff (one day without attendance will not kill). It's not like I hate wasting precious time of which could have been used learning something in class doing something a) I don't have to do, b) I dislike and c) Is quite pointless, but it's the fact that I have no idea what she wants me to do that irks me. She'll call me to the front of the class, and I'll lean as close as possible to her voice box without looking stupid, and...

"Nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh. Boleh tak, Lee-ow? Nyeh nyeh nyeh."

"Huh?"

"Nyeh nyeh! Nyeh nyeh nyeh, nyeh nyeh... nyeh nyeh tau!"

If I say "huh" another time, it would look a bit rude (and blur), so I don't. And in the end I still have no idea what she's talking about.

The MOOOST irritating thing, however, is that she can actually speak clearly.

This is a true story.

Apparently, she speaks perfectly fine during tuition. Boring, yes (that can't be helped. This is education we're talking about), but CLEAR. As in understandable. So this is pretty much what it's like...

Before 100 $ a month- "Nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh."

After 100 $ a month (ka-CHING)- "Bapa bayan amat bijaksana..."

Hey, I'm just sayin'. But it is a very interesting coincidence, non?

Why is it so difficult to NOT overlap all her words in class? Are we so doong-ish that we somehow inspire her to talk that way?

Talking softly/ incoherently/ softly and incoherently does not benefit anyone. If you can't be heard or understood, there is no point in talking. Yet few people are blessed with telepathic abilities, so to those who have perfectly healthy vocal cords but still seem to be speech-challenged, I suggest you do something constructive about it.

Lesson of Leowism: Thou shalt always, always talk clearly. Always.

Lessons To Be Learnt

2006-06-01T12:40:00.000+08:00

Sometimes, it seems as if the harder you try to achieve something, the more out of reach it becomes.

Example A.

My dad (a.k.a. Kan Cheong Man- henceforth referred to as KC Man. For those who don't know, "kan cheong" means.. erm.. well, something like impatient in Cantonese) has this great fear of having to wait. This is why Mid-Valley Megamall has become a sort of Land of Far Far Away of Great Mystique and Unknown Grandeur.

So on the trip TO Redang, we (family la) were ushered to the front deck about five minutes before the ferry docked, so we'd be the first to get off.

Interestingly enough, the exit was at the other end of the ferry, so we ended up being the LAST to get off.

The story doesn't end there.

On the way BACK to K.L., at Syahbandar (some pelabuhan at Kuala Terengganu), we put all our baggage on the ferry first (it was tough, but we made it). Then when we got off, our bags were the last to be unloaded because they were all the way at the bottom. KC Man was powerless against his arch enemies, the Delay Squad.

At the Sultan Mahmud Airport- the flight was delayed. Terpaksalah tunggu. God must be enjoying his little joke. My mum and I had a good laugh, anyway (the irony).

Proof that proper time management isn't always about being at a specific location half-an-hour before anything starts:-

Being the sluggish person I am (I have full licence to. It's the holidays!!! The HOLIDAYS!!!), I took my own sweet time bathing. My dad had already rushed down to queue up in the dinner line and my mum was rushing me.

"Faster la, siu jie ("princess", sarcastically)! Dinner already! After long queue ar!"

*me just chilling in the bathroom*

Of course, her fear of the crowd was perfectly understandable, considering the line is about as long as the one to Aquaria (okay, exaggerating, but you get the idea)... BUT... following the principles of Leowism, which incorporates logic...

By the time we got down (late), the line was...

*dun dun dun*

PERFECT!!! We just joined and started scooping food right away... no need to wait at all. Why? Because by bathing slowly, I was making good use of time that would have otherwise been spent waiting amidst all those suckers... hehe.

Lesson to be learnt? Thou shalt not be kan cheong.

The Don'ts

2006-05-26T21:00:00.000+08:00

There are some things which you shouldn't do, not because they're wrong, but because... well, it's not exactly right, haha.

I was walking home today in the evening, and it was raining a little and there was pretty strong wind. So my dad and sis were like far ahead, and he conveniently (again) gave me the umbrella similiar to Tabby's, only this one was unopen-able. I tried pressing it against this metal pillar but NOO, it wouldn't open, so by the time my godfather managed to get it to pop up, I had to run to catch up.

Today's lesson: Do not run on a windy day with an umbrella.

I ran (had to. Betapa buruk padahnya if my sis got the TV first) and-

*fwup*

My umbrella just turned inside out and I was left laughing to myself in the middle of the road. And, for the record, it was still raining then. Free entertainment for those whose Astros have been disrupted by the rain.

The show was a repeat, anyway. Cis. Still. Hehe.

Polished the piano. Actually, I only polished half of it, but I'm suffering severe back pain now.

Today's lesson, number two: Thou shalt not buy black enamel pianos. They look prettier than they are.

The Ten Commandments of Leowism

2006-05-21T00:28:00.000+08:00

Instead of just setting ideals (e.g. thou shalt not lie) which is kind of hard to keep up with nowadays (it's a great ideal, but consider today's society's morale), Leowism is about how to GET THERE. It's about dealing with today. It is, in short, the Leow way of life.

According to the kitab suci of Leowism (divided into two, Old Blog and New Blog- haha), there are TEN commandments.

I can't quite think of ten right now.

Will blog when I figure them all out.

Change of Topic

2006-05-20T02:04:00.000+08:00

Seeing as the only thing I have talked about for the past three entries is the exams (argh), I've decided to diversify a little...

For reading pleasures, try out http://www.nagxela.blogspot.com/ (it should be the right URL). Take note of all three episodes of Boob Watch, haha. I found it while searching for something highly irrelevant (not telling hee hee). Also try searching for Xiaxue's blogspot. It shouldn't be hard to find, I think she's one of those who get paid to blog (*ka-CHING* goes Felicia).

Well.

Hmm.

...

Sigh.

*picks finger hair*

Why do I have no life??? It's as if the only thing I have to blog about is the exams. Exams exams exams.

Speaking of which (here I go again), I screwed up my Bio paper today. How could I not know that Y was a polysaccharide?! You stupid Leow. And even after reading the usually pointless chapter one, thinking that some question would come out asking us what -logy is what (biotechnology, genealogy, enzymology, whateverlogy logy la) and wow! Good news- I was right. Bad news- the term "entomology" did not exist in my reference book. Killer news- I guessed the wrong answer.

How very unfair this life is. To think that everyone else who did NOT study chapter one actually answered that correctly. Why couldn't have something like taxonomy come out??? WHY???

After Tabby had a ballet-mania (thanks to her final grade exam thingy), she taught me all about the jetes (however you spell it), there's the... erm... ron jete? The jete and the mini jete or something. Anyway I tried a ron jete and I could swear I sounded like a prancing elephant. Then I ran up the stairs and pulled a muscle (at least I have one).

This is where the EO of LEOWISM comes in.

Today's lesson: Thou shalt not eat like pig.

Pandangan Leowisme terhadap Sistem Peperseksaan

2006-05-20T00:11:00.000+08:00

A lot of us here have huge problems coping with exams. So a lot of other pakar-pakar falsafah have thought and thought about it and this is the best solution they came up with.

Keep calm and take a piece of paper.

Write down all the things you have to study (even though the word "everything" covers it all, do go into detail) in a systematic manner.

Cross out those you've already studied (not that it will really make much of a difference to the paper, ha ha) and list out days to study each topic.

Allocate on an average of one hour per topic.

Stick to it. Remember, the sacrifices involved are really for the better!

Yeah, I'm thinking what you're thinking... that's it??? That's the best they could come up with???

However, it's more likely that we'll only remember all that (on top of everything else we have to memorise, for example Confucious and his confusing teachings, see, I told you Leowism is better, at least it's not in the school syllabus) about ten hours before the exam starts. This is what you should do if caught in such a situation:

Scream and run around in circles.

It is by far the most do-able. Sure, it doesn't help, but if you happen to be a member of the choir, and you scream loud enough, you'll lose your voice and will get to skip the next practice!

Hey that's not such a bad idea.

Consider Lao Tze (pronounced "lousy" ha ha) and his teachings.

The wu-wei principle dictates that mankind, essentially, cannot change things for the better and therefore, we shouldn't act upon anything that happens, because that'll go against wu-wei and will lead to catastrophes. I interpret this as "we do not need to study for exams as it might lead to another tsunami".

I should consider going private. At the rate I'm going, I'll probably end up like Socrates. The government's going to make me drink poison and die because I'm rosak-ing the minda of all readers.

Note to self- change profile name.

Ajaran Utama Leowisme

2006-05-14T01:11:00.000+08:00

Leowism is defined as:

Love, and be loved back
Eat a lot but try not to get fat
Or else you would have to diet!
Wishing doesn't get you anywhere, so hope
It is wise to bring toilet paper everywhere you go
Silence can sometimes be the best argument
Money must be protected from Felicia at all times

Confucianism, however, is defined as:

Confusion is the core of this philosophy
Or was it high tatasusilaan and moral values? Very confusing la
Nerds should take over China
Fish is nice steamed
U must be very bored to read all this
Crap
I must be very bored to type all this
Alamak exam on Tuesday
Not yet study, die lar!!!
I should stop typing all this crap
Stop Leow stop
Must... resist... typing... crap... arghh...

Clearly, Leowism is a better philosophy. At least it's easier to spell than Confucianism, hehe.

Pengaruh Leowisme dalam Pendidikan

2006-05-14T00:43:00.000+08:00

Thanks to China (crap I can't remember what dynasty), we've got to sit for exams. AND we have to study how China started the Sistem Peperiksaan Awam, which would be more appropriately referred to as Sistem Seksaan Tidakberperikemanusiaan. Then again, look at legalism. The Chinese are so feelingless.

Today's lesson: How to Deal with Exam Stress in a Matured, Intelligent Way and Plan a Perfectly Reasonable Timetable and Stick to It.

Well, when I find out, I'll tell you. Haha.

Number One

2006-05-12T00:41:00.000+08:00

Testing, testing, one two three. Note: this is lame and should not be considered an actual entry. I just want to see how my blog looks like, hehe.