Farewell to the Mouse

The day inevitably came. The mouse that have served me well for years succumbed to hiccups. One left click translates into a double click. The blame is on me for dropping it...

'twas manufactured in Mexico. In service from 1995 to 2005 (a record of 10 years). PS/2 with serial port converter and accompanying Inttelimouse 2.0 software (a failure in my opinion) It saw my first attempt at using a computer, my first game... A nostalgic feeling, if you ask me.

Status: Retired. Will be called into service when needed. In the meantime, I'll be singing He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother by the Hollies.

Walking Back Home - Petra Jaya

(Warning: Graphic heavy. 56k users' discretion is advised.)

Just like Kenny's, mine is not a typical day. It's Friday, and of all the days, the school chose Friday, where people are itching to get home early, Friday prayers, limited time, holiday coming et al. We had our Teacher's Day celebration today, and it all ended early thanks to the absence of the principal. Looking at the time (10:40) and having a camera in hand, I decided to go home on foot. Sounds simple enough, but consider the following factors: straight distance is 1 kilometer, walking distance is 5 kilometers; the sun is blazing hot (33 degrees Celcius is my estimation) and I'm WEARING A COAT. Gah.

On to the pictures!

Down the hill from my school. I'm walking alone...well, I know that a certain girl I have a crush on is looking at me from behind (she's waiting for her ride home)


This signboard reminds me of the Nazca lines. You know, the big bird?


Yes, that's the Penang flag. The governor is on a visit here. In the background is the State Legislative Assembly.


Thick tree cover + no tropical seeds = short grass, which is beautiful in my opinion.


If you think this road name is long, you ain't seen nothing yet!


The Court (judges, lawyer and all). Side view.


Awfully sorry, I forgot to rotate this one... This is Wisma Bapa Malaysia, housing a number of government offices and state ministries.

I got back home, removed my shoes and saw that the veins on my feets were swollen three times their size. To top it off, I have no key and have to wait for over an hour until my mother returned (who was waiting for me at the school...the irony).

Yeah, we have alot of round abouts in Sarawak and most of them are really, really big.

Minus One Mistress, Wait...

Thunderstorm started at 4:30 a.m. yesterday. If it's the raining season there is a rule of thumb: if it doesn't rain in the morning, it will in the evening. The weather today was a bit unusual, in a sense that it got very cloudy in the afternoon. The teachers are all in a meeting, so my classmates decided to hit the road before it rained. A few of us were left in class, and feeling very, very bored, I went to the library with my friend from another class and his mistress (hey, he called her that and she seemed to like it).

I am the type that can never study in a library (being a bibliophile, yeah). While I was there, I managed to finish The Red Badge of Courage. Heard the title before, but never knew that it was about a soldier in the [American] Civil War. Had I known, I would have picked up the book earlier. The time was 1:40, and seeing the angry black clouds with winds howlin', we decided to scram as parents are only allowed to pick up their children outside the gate, and there is no roof between the gate and the nearest cover (a distance of 200 metres)

My friend and his sister went back quickly as their father are already waiting for them. That left me and her mistress still waiting for our ride back home. Don't get any weird ideas, ya! The rain was already falling heavily, the winds threatening to tear the zinc roofs of the village houses outside. I rushed first to a covered bus stop nearby, while she lags behind.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew and with a crashing sound, a branch that probably weighs 20 kilograms and having a length of 2 metres came crashing down from the trees above, narrowly missing her by a split second. She was startled, turned her head round, saw the branch and started to walk at a faster pace towards the bus stop. The incident was also witnessed by other students there as well.

She made it to the bus stop. I said,
"You're a lucky girl."
"Almost got a heart attack there."
"I'll tell [my friend] tomorrow. Close shave, luckily you were one second faster."

I'm going to tell my friend tomorrow how close he came to losing her mistress.

You must be really bored to be reading this...oh, and I might not be available until Saturday.

When routine isn't exactly worshipping the ground that she blogs on

Read this, then this.

Enjoy yourselves,

A Lot of Paperwork

Currently buried under the paperwork for this Friday's Teacher's Day celebration, school level. Why so late, you ask? The students all finish their exams on Thursday. Why Friday? Blame it on the principal.

I fail to see the logic in holding it on Friday. The programme is schedueled to start at 7.10 and finish at 9.35. That is the assembly (performances, speeches) part only, not including the buffet whatsoever. By 11 am, the teachers are getting edgy and will not stay -- even to eat. And since Friday is the last day of school, the turnout is expected to be extremely low -- don't blame us if the hall is empy.

To top it off, I am given this paperwork that needs to be submitted tomorrow. I feel that someone is sucking up to someone, and we underlings are the one getting the heat. When Hishamuddin said you are not burdened with administrative tasks, he does not mean that you can lump it on us.