Epinephrine

Epinephrine... Hate it, hate it, hate it.  Some annoying, uncontrollable weapon the warrior's most ungodly tool it is.

Just to justify how safe my house is, there aren't any flies or pests whatsoever that enter the house as it is properly sealed and cleaned.  Maybe one cockroach in 6 months, and that's if there's some food around.  Mosquitoes, maybe two this year.  Yes, it is THAT clean.  And I'm proud to say it.  *slaps ego*

Aaaanyways...

I was dead tired yesterday morning and I had to wake up at 6.15 a.m. to catch the Sunway shuttle bus.  I did the routine get up, switch on the lights, turn off the fan, and drop some toilet bombs.  Just when I sat there, I heard some scratching noise coming from my plastic bathroom door.  I though it was a lizard, no biggie.

How wrong was I.

Out came this fully grown cockroach from below the lower door bracket.  I was going all !*#%$!#@$ on it.  And it was about to enter my room.

I jumped out from the toilet seat, put on my pants (you don't want those crawling on your jujubes *cringe*) and crouched, poised to strike.  Upon seeing that bugger, adrenaline just shot into my veins.  I thought: "Crap... There's goes my sleep...".  Then the roach started moving towards the nearing possible hiding spot: my bags.

I reacted quicker and literally threw my bags aside.  I intended to catch it (it didn't occur to me that was gonna be tough).  And I saw my empty potato chips containers on the table.  That could've been the reason the roach is here.  So I tried to coax the roach into the makeshift cylindrical prison.  But that was just stupid.

The pest then ran through my other bags, which I also threw aside, until it hid at the corner of the room.  I couldn't reach it as the foot of the table was blocking the way.  So I forced it out from it's hiding spot, only for it to hide under my sleeping bag.  BLOODY HELL!!  My room is a damn playground, I thought.

Again, I got it out from beneath the sleeping bag and it dashed across the room to the other corner, where my guitars are.  I got so fed up by then I just resorted to killing it.  I drew it out in the open again and hammered it with my chips container.  I took my six hits to land one.  It was finally stunned and I finished it off.  Upon looking at it's motionless body, I slumped to the floor.  God dang it, that was tough.  Then I bagged it up and sprayed copious amounts of disinfectant at it's last scene.  I looked at my phone's clock.  That took me 15 minutes.

I reached the house late and skipped breakfast.  I managed to board the bus still, thankfully.  However, due to the adrenaline still flowing through my body, I didn't have a chance to sleep at all.  By the time I reached college, the adrenaline finally wore off and I was returned to my buzz-crashed, lethargic self.  I bought a cup of ice Milo from the vending machine for breakfast.

I took 5 steps, only for the paper cup to soften due to the ice and it slipped through my fingers, leaving a splatter in the middle of the cafeteria.  Oh wait, that was my scientific reasoning behind it.  What my friend saw, goes like this: I was very tired that I lost concentration and the cup just slipped through my butterfingers.

Okay, that seemed more believable.  So I went to buy another cup, this time a hot cup of Milo.  The heat from the drinks managed to inflict some pain on my fingers to keep me awake, so it managed to reach sanctuary.

That was the last of the string of unfortunate events that day.  Oh, and Chemistry as well...  But I don't wanna go there.  All I ask for is a B.

Okay, gotta go revise on my Biology now.  Today's the last day of my finals.  After that, the whole month of May for my sem break.  I'm definitely looking forward to that!

3 Rounds And a Sound - Blind Pilot

Recap

Dear yourself,

You know, Kevin's right.  You are edging on the brink of paranoia.  And that, my friend, is so uncool of your usual questionable self.  You need a new discovery, or perhaps an experience revisited.  Keep that in mind you doofus.

By the way, keep it up with the one-word titles.  I find the ambiguity most intriguing.

From,                                          

The logic side of your brain

Yes, I enjoy a whole lot of monologues.  And that just makes me look like the occasional narcissist.

Snowflake - Malachai

Rage

Today's lunch made me witness this piece of shit of a couple so horrendous that I can't restraint myself from cursing.  They had reminded me of the disease which are human beings.  I'm in such a disgusted and angry mood that I need this to be remembered.

If all you can do is disrespect and treat your own child like he/she is a nuisance, then FOR GOD'S SAKE DON'T FREAKING GET ONE!

Monster - Kanye West ft. Jay-Z, Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj and Bon Iver

Charity

Yesterday, the SMKDU LEO Club held the LEO Charity Dinner and the entire BOD, excluding Yee Leng and Su-Yi, featured with VIP seats, courtesy of Darryl Choo.  Man, that guy has lots of connections.  Our charity dinner last year had a RM 2,000 budget and we managed to gain RM 3,000 in revenue.  Theirs this year however, had a whopping RM 8,000 cost, and it was under the intended RM 12,000 budget.  And to top that, last night's performance included Caprice himself!!  Who is he?  Well, I only know a tad of information on him, but he's one of the most famous Hip-Hop/Rap artists in Malaysia.  I've only heard two of his songs, and they're relatively good.  It has something to stand out in Malaysian music.

Then there was the open dance floor, which we partied our butts off, as always.  In the process, most of us lost half our voices, as always.  It was a fun night to unwind, since my finals is this coming Tuesday.  I partied hard last night, now it's time to study hard!

Tighten Up - The Black Keys

Test

Today was my first day of "duty" as a legitimate Scoutmaster and it was for a test session requested by the juniors.  It was... okay.  I mean, maybe it's because I've done many test sessions for them before that.  The only difference this time is that I can certify their test by myself.

There was one memorable event from that morning, however.  It was for the "Essentials for camp" test.  Juniors were suppose to list down 25 items required for camp.  This dude, Darryl, added stuff like:-

• "underware";
• "walking stick", and
• "plastis bag" 

I actually LOL-ed on the spot.  Some people just have spelling issues.  *Burst out with laughter*

:O - Dapuntobeat

Figures

I know not everything has a catch, but is this an exemption?  Dang my problems.  If only I have a therapist friend.  Learning to use American English now, since I'm gonna transfer next year.  I'll probably revert back to British English later on, cos I can't get enough of using words like "lads", "mate" and "bugger".  And I just realized that "therapist" is "the rapist" combined...  God-sent?

All Of The Lights - Kanye West

Frantic

OH CRAP! I FORGOT TO REPLY ON MY SCHOLARSHIP APPLICATION!! SUPPOSED TO COMPLY BY 18th APRIL. TODAY'S THE 19th!!

ASDFAGHSJFDWHTYDFA!!

 King Of Anything - Sara Bareilles

Workout!

I had 2 hours of futsal with my cousins and 2 hours of football right after that at the park. Extreme conditioning. After not working out properly for weeks, I feel fit already!

Although I got a blister on my big toe on my right foot, not to mention coming close to getting toe cramps on my right foot twice, and scratches on my left knee for keeper diving, I'm incredibly relieved to be able to have a proper workout, although this is a bit too overboard for a proper workout.

I went for my course's first-ever mini theater production on Friday night.  I was very good by all standards.  Sooo proud of you guys!

 P.S. Watch Rowan Atkinson's play entitled "Fatal Beatings".  It was before he undertook the guise of Mr. Bean.  YOU WON'T REGRET IT!  It's darn funny.

On my final note for tonight, I'm so glad that Bob Marley's musical talent is passed down to his son, Damian.  I'm having a musical epiphany now.  Reggae, man.

All Night - Damian Marley

Manikayu

Last Friday, I finally had a good (enough) excuse to skip Moral Studies: Manikayu.  It's sort of a training course for ex-scouts and teachers who are interested in being scoutmasters, and ultimately to teach the juniors.  This was Level One (a direct translation from Peringkat Satu) out of three stages.  The camp is only happens once in a year so I jumped at the opportunity.  It was rather... boring.  But it's all worth the 60 cents-worth of leather we got at the end of camp.  And the painful fingers trying to make the woggle out of that strip of leather.  Very worth it.  Now I realize that most "numbers" in life don't add up.  Well, certainly not in the monetary sense.

Yes, THIS piece of leather.  Very important indeed.

The representatives for 73rd Petaling (those standing), Simon, me, Peili and Raymond

Sitting there are Mr. Ngoo (Assistant District Commissioner) and Mr. Khaironnizam (Camp Chief)

Well, I haven't been blogging a lot lately as the assignments are coming in hard and fast.  Not to mention finals are 2 weeks away.  One day I had to face the task of completing half the results of a research paper in a matter of half a day.  That required a cup of coffee and 3 hours of drilling to complete.  Not fun.

And I finally learned how to record with my com!!  I'm such a technophobe, right??  Since my term break is looming, I can take time to finally record some songs.  Maybe write another dozen in that period.  Okay!  I'm aiming for 4 complete songs by the end of May.  Challenge accepted.

Televators - The Mars Volta