syntax

I am currently in a pinch.
I'm supposed to write a script for my Teaching Writing for Secondary School subject.

The topic: syntax. The highlights are 1) sentence structures, 2) sentence boundaries and 3) stylistic choices.

I need to explain these items in a manner that suitable for secondary school students. The script needs to be approved in 4 weeks before I can do video shoot for this stuff. How in Mother Goose's name am I suppose to explain syntactic properties to a bunch of teenagers when I don't even understand the subject itself???

I really hate linguistic courses.

Ketawa bagaikan pontinanak.

I caught a laughing disease: ketawa pontianak.
For some unknown reason, I laugh for the slightest thing that I found funny (tak lawak sangat pon)and I sound like a mad Jane. It's freaky when I hear myself laughing like a maniac (shudders).

Ramblings

It takes ages to open FB so I'm writing on this blog (which I am not supposed to do since my class starts now.haha). I've built up a lot of things I am not surprised if I blow up like Krakatoa these days. It's only the first week of semester and yet, I have managed to accumulate a lot of stress. Will go have plastic surgery on my mental image.

BTW, I love my Teaching Writing for Secondary School class coz Dr zainurin is a huge laugh. My face literally lights up and I can't control my face muscles: I smile throughout the class period. It's amazing how a guy who works in education field can be so fun. I've never had a teacher like that.

Oh, I think durian will remain as the "Stinky Fruit King" in my life forever. It's smells like putrefaction (rot, FYI).

Another year to go...

I'm currently in my third year. The start of the new semester is the markstone of maturity (in age). Ahh! The wisdom that comes with age. Not!

The ritual of coming age has been done (dragged by mom): I have already registered myself as a voter. Jadi ye, kalau tahun depan ada election kena pergi mengundi.


Huu...when I read Syahmi's post, I got really shad becaush I shtill ave another year to go.

Future career prospect: penganggur berjaya kot. I'm still undecided meh.

I'm pissed

I'm drowned by my mother's constant gossiping and her stupid rivalry with her friends. I'm the one who has to listen to her bitching all day long. How worse can this week gets? Female genus homo sapien can get down and dirty with when they hold grudges, especially against the same gender.

Another brilliant example of the so called friendship between women. Blegghh!!!

How do you know you're being hit on (by guys/girls)?

Among valuable things you can get from having conversations with your friends and acquaintances are: 1) you get to update your database on what's going with them and the world and 2) you get to know things that you don't know about yourself. This is the reason why I'm posting this dratted stuff here.


Flashback on the previous week:

I was bored. My primitive tiny-teenage urges acted up: I was sorely tempted to call up people. That was one of the "once in a blue moon" things that I did (among other things that are unmentionable. Drat! I love being a kid!). So, what's the relationship of my calling people and the topic? Well, I chatted with a few girlfriends, and among the things that came up were about people I used to know/met and their status. Being the ignorant ungoliant that I am, I was kind of surprised when they popped questions about our male friends/ acquaintances. "What happen to ****?"
My answer,"Uhm, I dunno lah. What happened to him, ah?"

The mentioned friends (female) replied something like,"Poor guy."

Me: What? He got into accident kah?

Them: No. Did he contact you after (some event or camp or seminar)?

Me: Yep. But then I lost my sim card/ I got fed up with him pestering me/ I never reply his messages/ I totally forgotten about that guy (either way, choose one option).

Them: He was hitting on you, babe.

Me: Haha... that's very funny.

Them: Seriously.

Me: How come? I never noticed. He didn't say anything.

Them: You're as dense as a lamp post. You should get a label on your forehead

....or their response would be:

Them: You were busy being mean to him.

....or their response would be:

Them: You are so ignorant.


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The bottom line is, how do you know you're being hit on? I'm clueless, so hey, don't blame me for not noticing! I'm not a psychic.

A real man would have take a straight shot out of his glass and tells the girl he likes her (applicable to both gender. or all gender (trans)?!. I did that with all my previous boyfriend meh!). What's so hard about that?

New words and phrases!

Tush: (slang) buttocks; usually used to describe a hot majesty doing something silly. E.g: Orlando Bloom was caught swinging his tush singing "Hero" by Enrique Iglesias.

Batting for the other group: sexual preference for same gender.

Big donuts, small donuts, round donuts: a variety of donuts; this phrase is usually used to show off to others you have a lot of donuts while others don't (go figure).

avaricious: fancy word for greedy.

between Dante and Vergil: (syn. with Devil May Cry) a condition where one is unable to decide between two options (usually used in a situation that involves hooking up with males/women).

brows like tent/tenting brows: happens when one frowns hard.

turd: poop (usually shaped like a log. can also be found in other shapes). Can be used as an offensive insult. E.g: That show is utterly turd.

The Edge of Legitimacy

21. The legitimate age of adulthood. Many websites sanctioned for adults will be accessible once you're one (an adult). It's the only thing that makes it worth a while to think that I'm turning 21 this Sunday (sigh).

There are certain issues that have been playing in my mind lately due to, of course, aging factor. Like, " LIVE LIKE A VIRGIN BUT WHO THE HELL WANTS TO BE ONE FOREVER. IT SUCKS". Or, "I'M FINANCIALLY UNSECURED. HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO LEECH MY MOM UNTIL I CAN EARN MY OWN MONEY?". And then there's "IN WHAT DIRECTION AM I GOING TO BE IN THE FUTURE?" I am still confused to what I'm going to be in the future. I'm questioning myself what mettle, and what strength do I possessed, what profession should I choose: I'm in limbo. You fear what you don't know. I do not fear this uncertainty that I have. I am terrified of it. What if don't graduate cum laude? If I don't then can I still get a good job? What if I can't get a job at all? If I manage to get one, will I excel in it, or would I fail miserably? What if I don't fit in the scheme of the society?

Time moves on on without waiting anyone. You do something, then you can't reverse it back. That's why you weigh your options and make your decisions carefully so that you can avoid making mistakes or minimize negative outcomes. My reasoning sounds logical but then there is this tiny voice inside my head that says "Even if you try to make the best decisions in your life, you're bound to make mistakes. One or two of those can turn up to be something major. You miss up a step, and there's bound to be a time when you can't even do damage control. When that time comes, you're toast." I get scared thinking about it. I don't think I can fall back and cry for help from my family. My parents are practically undependable, especially my father.

Adulthood is a terrifying thing. It's sort of like plunging yourself in a deep dark hole, having faith that it's only a few metres deep instead of three thousands feet and everything hope that everything is going to turn up ok in the end.

This is my confession: I'm scared of being an adult. Call me stupid, tell me I'm immature or anything, but being an adult is one of my innermost fear.