So here's wishing u one speedy recovery. Fas fas come back school arh!
PS: someone (i;n not saying hu....)'s chair at the front of class empty leh.. fas fas come back pui her... i mean him.. err... watever!
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Ouch... CC in the MC? (Medical Centre)
Lately, our closest fren CC has been admitted to hospital for a rather serious condition. What appeared to be ordinary gastric turned out to be extraordinary internal bleeding in some part of the body (heyz... informer din specify leh..).
So here's wishing u one speedy recovery. Fas fas come back school arh!
PS: someone (i;n not saying hu....)'s chair at the front of class empty leh.. fas fas come back pui her... i mean him.. err... watever!
So here's wishing u one speedy recovery. Fas fas come back school arh!
PS: someone (i;n not saying hu....)'s chair at the front of class empty leh.. fas fas come back pui her... i mean him.. err... watever!
Friday, January 25, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Deranged Man or Married Man??
He just stoned there.... Looking at the vast nothingness of the beyond. As he reflected on his days of old, eerie memories of his childhood maybe, or some where, in his not-so-distant past, he suffered some unforgivable trauma. But as he stood before his class of eager-to-learn pupils, he still managed to appear visibly untroubled through all the dark secrets that lay within him. Always managing the smile of contentment that stretched from one ear to the other.
But time had its toll on his pathetic soul. Deep down inside, turmoil began to brew in his once wretched heart, and his beast of all that was evil, once safely chained behind its walls of concious, innocence, forgiveness and compassion, was beginning to rattle its chains in terror, screaming to break free. As the days past, so did the beast grew closer to its release. Little by little, he could no longer be that smiling man that tried so desperately to show happiness and content. Little by little, frustration began to show, over the little things. One instance was when he began to shout (uncalled for really), at one of his best students. It wasn't like him at all, not that the others knew of. He just blew it, yelling at the stunned boy left, right and centre. But he was forgiven eventually. 'Maybe it was the wrong thing to do, at the wrong time' the boy thought, and he sat down, ignoring the dangers that were dawning upon him.
I never knew if it was to be intentianal or unwilling, but the beast within must have gotten to him. His usually carefree voice was beginning to rattle, shake and he stumbled on his words. He talked a lot, not on the studies in front of him, but about the times of joy he had when his old students were there for him (like the rest of us just wasn't there). His emthusiasim turned to sarcasm, and he would, for a brief moment, correct me if I was wrong, stare at some of us from time to time with those hungry, bloodshot eyes that would read 'you're next'.
Questioning his authority and position was not a compliment. It was meant as an insult to the man. He would answer no inquiries, but would spend more of his attention 'getting close' to the innocent ladies of the class (like the rest of the men were never there). Without any answers, we turned to rely on each other, where, in that small heart of his, would mean insult to the deepest core, as he assumes we no longer want to listen to him.
SO hear me out, is it just me, or has one of the finest teachers I have ever known lost himself within the quagmire of marriage? Is he deranged, or is he just attached? Suffer in silence I may, but mark my words, standing down for long? Never.....
But time had its toll on his pathetic soul. Deep down inside, turmoil began to brew in his once wretched heart, and his beast of all that was evil, once safely chained behind its walls of concious, innocence, forgiveness and compassion, was beginning to rattle its chains in terror, screaming to break free. As the days past, so did the beast grew closer to its release. Little by little, he could no longer be that smiling man that tried so desperately to show happiness and content. Little by little, frustration began to show, over the little things. One instance was when he began to shout (uncalled for really), at one of his best students. It wasn't like him at all, not that the others knew of. He just blew it, yelling at the stunned boy left, right and centre. But he was forgiven eventually. 'Maybe it was the wrong thing to do, at the wrong time' the boy thought, and he sat down, ignoring the dangers that were dawning upon him.
I never knew if it was to be intentianal or unwilling, but the beast within must have gotten to him. His usually carefree voice was beginning to rattle, shake and he stumbled on his words. He talked a lot, not on the studies in front of him, but about the times of joy he had when his old students were there for him (like the rest of us just wasn't there). His emthusiasim turned to sarcasm, and he would, for a brief moment, correct me if I was wrong, stare at some of us from time to time with those hungry, bloodshot eyes that would read 'you're next'.
Questioning his authority and position was not a compliment. It was meant as an insult to the man. He would answer no inquiries, but would spend more of his attention 'getting close' to the innocent ladies of the class (like the rest of the men were never there). Without any answers, we turned to rely on each other, where, in that small heart of his, would mean insult to the deepest core, as he assumes we no longer want to listen to him.
SO hear me out, is it just me, or has one of the finest teachers I have ever known lost himself within the quagmire of marriage? Is he deranged, or is he just attached? Suffer in silence I may, but mark my words, standing down for long? Never.....
Saturday, January 19, 2008
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Want to seee the coolest, hottest pics on the entire web?
Want to see how one man can make simplisity his best policy?
So come on in and take a look for yourself into the world of the unknown!
Visit www.alzben.blogspot.com for the journey of a lifetime!
whatever u do, dun go there!
**Terms and consitions apply. All authors of this blog will not be responsible for any damage, loss of physical body parts or lameness upon this vist. Thank you.
Friday, January 18, 2008
CH3OH + HCOOH --------> DiSaStEr!!! (X.X)
Chemistry.......
C alamity
H ellish
E ternalDoom
M onstrocity
I nsane
S adcase
T errible
R otten
Y ieldless
Some time ago (not very long though)... chemistry was my passion. No seriously. PASSION. No sarcasm, unsincere words used here. I used to really really like what chemistry had to offer. Its promises to unviel the unseen, to explain in superb detail about our surroundings are all about. I loved the idea of being able to stop this RANDOM guy (hey ALZ, i used it here!) and recite the Periodic table, equate the compunds in acid rainfall, mix sugar, spice and everything nice for some good quality all-homemade cotton candy. I even dreamt of the day I would literally hold that graduation scroll high in the air, with thousands of eyes staring jealously at it, and walk out of school with pride. But juz when things start to pick up... **Whack** Reality check!
Petunjuk ----> Teacher: P.C Student: BBA
2 yrs ago.....
P.C: Ok BBA. Can you tell me what u get when u add alcohol and carbocilic acid?
BBA: Ceh... So simple! ESTER lor!
P.C: Wah! So C.L.E.V.E.R!
2008......
P.C: Ok BBA, Can you tell me what u get when u add alcohol and carbocilic acid?
BBA: Ceh... So simple! ESTER lor!
P.C: Ok. Then explain if the reaction is SN1 or SN2....
BBA: Err... its....
P.C: then tell me if the reaction is nucleophilic, electrophilic, or elimination.....
BBA: Well, its...
P.C: without forgetting to draw the skeletal formula of the reaction.....
BBA: Harr! But....
P.C: and then tell me the reagent it requires, along with the condition for the reaction....
BBA: Wah teacher! I oso haven...
P.C: and also the condition and reagent for the reagent of the condition which the condition is under the effect of the conditioning reagent at it's optimal temperature, which is also the condition for the reagent to be at the right condition for the reagional sub-atomic condition for the reaction to take place, without leaving out the separation and clevage to be completely reacted in a room with no air-condition.
BBA: ....
If life bites, chemistry got a huge chunk out of mine. You practically get what I'm trying to say here. Its like waking up one day to find yourself on the very tip of the peak of this hill, looking down into the deep oblivion and asking yourself "How did I even get here!"
But as much as I LOVE chemistry, as much as I ADORE the subject, drowning in its AFFECTIONATE pool of unending MERCY and lots of FORGIVING twists and turns, i can't complain. Its my path, my choice, and my grave. ^^
Peace to all STPM takers this year! This is not one letter of surrender. This is where it begins. So starighten up, or when the big marathon begins on this dreaded track towards University, you'll find me so close behind you you'll be screaming for air! (I never said I wasn't gonna take a cab u noe...)
To VanRyuzuki:You..... Are......DOOMED!! Muahahahahaa!
C alamity
H ellish
E ternalDoom
M onstrocity
I nsane
S adcase
T errible
R otten
Y ieldless
Some time ago (not very long though)... chemistry was my passion. No seriously. PASSION. No sarcasm, unsincere words used here. I used to really really like what chemistry had to offer. Its promises to unviel the unseen, to explain in superb detail about our surroundings are all about. I loved the idea of being able to stop this RANDOM guy (hey ALZ, i used it here!) and recite the Periodic table, equate the compunds in acid rainfall, mix sugar, spice and everything nice for some good quality all-homemade cotton candy. I even dreamt of the day I would literally hold that graduation scroll high in the air, with thousands of eyes staring jealously at it, and walk out of school with pride. But juz when things start to pick up... **Whack** Reality check!
Petunjuk ----> Teacher: P.C Student: BBA
2 yrs ago.....
P.C: Ok BBA. Can you tell me what u get when u add alcohol and carbocilic acid?
BBA: Ceh... So simple! ESTER lor!
P.C: Wah! So C.L.E.V.E.R!
2008......
P.C: Ok BBA, Can you tell me what u get when u add alcohol and carbocilic acid?
BBA: Ceh... So simple! ESTER lor!
P.C: Ok. Then explain if the reaction is SN1 or SN2....
BBA: Err... its....
P.C: then tell me if the reaction is nucleophilic, electrophilic, or elimination.....
BBA: Well, its...
P.C: without forgetting to draw the skeletal formula of the reaction.....
BBA: Harr! But....
P.C: and then tell me the reagent it requires, along with the condition for the reaction....
BBA: Wah teacher! I oso haven...
P.C: and also the condition and reagent for the reagent of the condition which the condition is under the effect of the conditioning reagent at it's optimal temperature, which is also the condition for the reagent to be at the right condition for the reagional sub-atomic condition for the reaction to take place, without leaving out the separation and clevage to be completely reacted in a room with no air-condition.
BBA: ....
If life bites, chemistry got a huge chunk out of mine. You practically get what I'm trying to say here. Its like waking up one day to find yourself on the very tip of the peak of this hill, looking down into the deep oblivion and asking yourself "How did I even get here!"
But as much as I LOVE chemistry, as much as I ADORE the subject, drowning in its AFFECTIONATE pool of unending MERCY and lots of FORGIVING twists and turns, i can't complain. Its my path, my choice, and my grave. ^^
Peace to all STPM takers this year! This is not one letter of surrender. This is where it begins. So starighten up, or when the big marathon begins on this dreaded track towards University, you'll find me so close behind you you'll be screaming for air! (I never said I wasn't gonna take a cab u noe...)
To VanRyuzuki:You..... Are......DOOMED!! Muahahahahaa!
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