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Wednesday, November 26, 2008

A visit to the Russian Radiostation

Thanks to Sergey I had the opportunity to visit a Russian Radiostation. This was the first time I've ever stepped into a Radiostation in my life, I guess. It was so overwhelming. It was weekend so the radiostation was switched into the automated system which all programs were recorded earlier and were broadcasted by the computer itself. Everything was controlled by a timer.

And this was Sergey's studio where the programmes, commercials and sound effects were recorded. Pretty cold aye? I even had the chance to have my first record done. It was so awesome!!!


A beautiful mind

Come to think about it......I don't think I should laugh at Purple Lady and the other psycho people that much. If they were saner, they would be great artists. Just look at the drawings that they produced ------------>>>
Look at the pictures above, they could even paint the drawing in 3D!!!
Who knows one of these drawings was drawn by Purple Lady???
Perhaps they could draw better because they're living in their own imaginary world. They think abstractly more than concretely.
Maybe I should think more abstractly because now, with my current concrete thinking, my drawing would turn out like this :-

In the psychiatry hospital, even the toilet bowls were special than of any others -

The first time I went into this toilet, I didn't know where to stand to pee.
On the blue tiles or inside the toilet bowl?
Eventually my stereotype was to stand on the blue tiles. Who the hell would dare to step inside the toilet bowl, right?
So I stood with my legs widely spreaded apart to pee.
Amazing right???
Another thing was the lecture hall.

I don't know whether the psycho patients painted the backdrop or the hospital hired some artists back to draw like a kid. Freaky but I loved it.
Perhaps I've blended into their imaginary community???
Perhaps I just love paintings?
Perhaps they are normal people?
I've fallen into the uncertainty, perplexity, bewilderment which psychiatrically they called this as "ambivalence".

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Too free......Translation of previous blog

Here's the translation of my previous blog "Kemalangan yang paling ngeri"

The best UPSR essay 2007
Essay of a 4th grade student

That morning was morning week. Weather was so cold that it reached the freezing point. That's why I did not take bath because the water in the tank became ice and the water did not wanna come out from the pipe because it froze inside the pipe tube. That morning I had breakfast with my family in a bonfire because couldn't bear the coldness.

After that, my mom asked me to accompany her to the market. But I didn't wanna. After my mom stabbed my abdomen repeatedly with a fork I agreed to follow her. We walked as far as 120 kilometers because the market was situated 128 kilometers away from my house. 8 kilometers before reaching the market I saw a container truck sped from behind. It hit my mom.

My mom fell from the cliff. She shouted "Adoi!". After that my mom came up again and ran after the truck. I also ran behind my mom because I scared that my mom hit the truck in return. The driver saw us running after him. He sped even faster which was equivalent to the speed of light. We had to chase faster than him which was double the speed of light. My mom managed to block the front wheel of the truck. The truck went out of control and hit the road divider and then ran into a ferry. The ferry was halved.

The 100 passengers of the ferry all died. The captain of the ferry was very mad. He turned into Ultraman and fired at the truck driver. The driver pressed on a special button in his truck..the truck turned into Transformer robot. They fought in the air. My mom was very unhappy. She then rented a helicopter from Genting Highlands and flew to the scene. She hit the captain who had turned into Ultraman.

The captain was frightened and turned back into human form again and fell down to the road. The captain broke into pieces. The truck driver was frigtened after seeing that. So he apologized to my mom. He wanted a handshake. But my mom was still mad. She lowered the helicopter and cut the driver's hands with the helicopter's fan. The driver shouted "Adoi!" and fell down on earth. My mom sent the helicopter back to Genting Highlands. When she got back to the scene, she whacked the driver with her handbag scolding the driver in English.

The driver couldn't answer because my mom spoke in white people's language. So the driver died. After a while, the police car arrived. She reported the tragic incident to the police station. All the police officers in the police station was shocked and died. The crowd was around the scene to know what had happened. The officer in charge shouted with a sound amplifier. The crowd was shocked and they all died.

After that my mom asked me to go to the market to avoid death of more innocent. In the market, my mom told the butcher about the accident. The butcher and the businessmen around heard the story and shocked and then died. Me and my mom ran back home. Because too exhausted once arrived at home we died too. That's the scariest/nastiest accident I've ever seen before I died.

*Sorry for the bad Malay, but I think i scored 95%*

Enjoy reading~~~~~~


Monday, November 17, 2008

Kemalangan yang paling ngeri

Karangan Terbaik UPSR 2007
Karangan budak darjah 4

Pagi itu pagi minggu. Cuaca cukup sejuk sehingga mencapai takat suhu beku. Sebab itu saya tidak mandi pagi sebab air kolah jadi air batu dan air paip tidak mahu keluar sebab beku di dalam batang paip. Pagi itu saya bersarapan dengan keluarga di dalam unggun api kerana tidak tahan sejuk.

Selepas itu emak saya mengajak saya menemaninya ke pasar. Tetapi saya tidak mahu. Selepas emak menikam perut saya berkali-kali dengan garfu barulah saya bersetuju untuk mengikutnya. Kami berjalan sejauh 120 kilometer kerana pasar itu letaknya 128 kilometer dari rumah. Lagi 8 kilometer nak sampai pasar saya ternampak sebuah lori kontena meluru dengan laju dari arah belakang. Dia melanggar emak saya.

Emak saya tercampak ke dalam gaung. Dia menjerit “Adoi!”. Lepas itu emak saya naik semula dan mengejar lori tersebut. Saya pun turut berlari di belakang emak saya kerana takut emak saya melanggar lori itu pula. Pemandu lori itu nampak kami mengejarnya. Dia pun memecut lebih laju iaitu sama dengan kelajuan cahaya. Kami pula terpaksa mengejar dengan lebih laju iaitu sama dengan dua kali ganda kelajuan cahaya. Emak saya dapat menerajang tayar depan lori itu. Lori itu terbabas dan melanggar pembahagi jalan lalu bertembung dengan sebuah feri. Feri itu terbelah dua.

Penumpang feri itu yang seramai 100 orang semuanya mati. Pemandu feri itu sangat marah. Dia pun bertukar menjadi Ultraman dan memfire pemandu lori. Pemandu lori menekan butang khas di dalam lori dia..lori itu bertukar menjadi robot Transformer. Mereka bergaduh di udara. Emak saya tidak puas hati. Dia pun terus menyewa sebuah helikopter di Genting Highlands dan terus ke tempat kemalangan. Dia melanggar pemandu feri yang telah bertukar menjadi Ultraman itu.

Pemandu feri itu terkejut dan terus bertukar menjadi pemandu feri semula lalu terhempas ke jalanraya. Pemandu feri itu pecah. Pemandu lori sangat takut melihat kejadian itu. Dia meminta maaf dari emak saya. Dia menghulurkan tangan ingin bersalam. Tetapi emak saya masih marah. Dia menyendengkan helikopternya dan mengerat tangan pemandu lori itu dengan kipas helikopter. Pemandu lori itu menjerit “Adoi..!” dan jatuh ke bumi. Emak saya menghantar helikopter itu ke Genting Highlands. Bila dia balik ke tempat kejadian, dia terus memukul pemandu lori itu dengan beg tangannya sambil memarahi pemandu lori itu di dalam bahasa Inggeris.

Pemandu lori itu tidak dapat menjawab sebab emak saya cakap orang putih. Lalu pemandu lori itu mati. Tidak lama kemudian kereta polis pun sampai. Dia membuat lapuran ke ibu pejabatnya tentang kemalangan ngeri itu. Semua anggota polis di pejabat polis itu terperanjat lalu mati. Orang ramai mengerumuni tempat kejadian kerana ingin mengetahui apa yang telah terjadi. Polis yang bertugas cuba menyuraikan orang ramai lalu dia menjerit menggunakan pembesar suara. Orang ramai terperanjat dan semuanya mati.

Selepas itu emak saya mengajak saya ke pasar untuk mengelak lebih ramai lagi yang akan mati. Di pasar, emak saya menceritakan kejadian itu kepada penjual daging. Penjual daging dan peniaga-peniaga berhampiran yang mendengar cerita itu semuanya terkejut dan mati. Saya dan emak saya terus berlari balik ke rumah. Kerana terlalu penat sebaik saja sampai di rumah kami pun mati. Itulah kemalangan yang paling ngeri yang pernah saya lihat sebelum saya mati.

Well done to the media!!!!!


Thursday, November 13, 2008

Scary Freaky Funny Psychiatry

Today was our first day to go to the Psychiatry Ward. Ivan Borisovich brought us there for excursion and to laugh, probably.

This wasn't my first time in a psych ward, but it still creeped me out like hell. They have doors without knobs (the knobs were supposed to be there, but they removed the knobs to create the lockdown ones). Many doors indeed at the entrance. We even saw a cracked glass door at the innermost door. So that's never a good thing.

The doors were accessible only with special keys.

So while we were visiting the patients' wards, suddenly this psycho girl in purple robe bumped into Shou Zhi and Rose, mumbling something about "Po ruski.....po ruski??"

Both of them were freakin' out and the purple girl got closer and closer in front of Rose and repeated the same phrase again.

This psycho girl has droopy eyes, messy Brunette hair, some white particles around her mouth angle and obviously psycho problem.

So we left the ward and headed to the nurse's room. Ivan Borisovich introduced us some antipsychotic drugs like neuroleptics, antidepressants, tranquilizers bla bla bla...

Then suddenly this purple girl came to the door and holding a packet of Dobriy juice and mumbled something again. Rose was freaked out, again.

LOL. Then purple girl walked away and we laughed a little. It's bad but we couldn't help it but to laugh at Ms Purple.

We even talked about the white particles at her mouth angle.

Shouzhi said - "That the food she ate laa..."

I asked him then - "How you know? You leh~(licked) her is it?"


Then after the excursion, while we're walking back to our class, Faiz told us something really hilarious that he himself couldn't bear with that joke.

He told Rose while Ms Purple was approaching her "The girl in purple robe is coming to KILL you!!!"

Then Rose demonstrated a freaked out look and hid behind Faiz.

It's scary but it's funny to be in the psych ward.

Looking forward for more funny patient (not meant to be funny, but again, we can't help it)


Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Don't scare yourself!

Sometimes I shocked myself to death, waking up from my deep sleep figuring that I was late to school.

Perhaps the alarm didn't work, or I just snoozed it off unconsciously or my groupmates didn't wake me up (they usually do~).

Feeling guilty and confused.

Looking at the clock pointing at 8 and shouted "Shit! I'm so fucking late!"

Hustle to get things done. Rushed into the bathroom to wash up my sleepy face, not to forget to mention brushing my teeth and smelly mouth filled with green smog due to long standing of shutting up.

I could hear sound coming from outside, people cooking in the kitchen.

Then I sat down and think deeply.

"Am I really late?"



hehehe.......and this happens during winter season only.


Because the lights go off as the sun sets as early as 4pm.

Did you ever have the same experience like mine before????


Sunday, November 2, 2008

Traumatological games

Traumatology is a very traumatic subject as the name implies. We should learn orthopedics too but not this semester.

However the cycle itself isn't that traumatic at all. Apart from watching video about traumatic amputations during the Soviet-Afghan war, some interesting actually happened during our first day there. The teacher left us on the first day for a surgery. Since most of us didn't bring surgical scrubs, so we were left in the class watching the freakin' video.

The video alone was 2 hours long, so we decided to watch it later. We were so boring and one of us suggested to play a game to kill the boredom.

There's no more game except for BINGO which was actually easy to play and no instrument was required. The only thing we needed was pieces of papers.

So what's BINGO?

Most of us knew what it is. But for those who had not played it before, here's how it works.

1) Take out a piece of paper with boxes.

2) Make a 5 x 5 box for 25 numbers (1-25).

3) Randomly write the 25 numbers to any small boxes in the 5 x 5 box.

4) Players take turns to call a number and then all players should cancel the number out from the box.

5) Players who have 5 numbers cancelled out in a row (vertically or diagonally) get a "B", the next cancellation of 5 numbers in a row - an "I" is obtained, and so on and so forth until you have all B.I.N.G.O.

6) The first player to have all 5 rows of numbers cancelled out, call BINGO immediately!
* There may be some other players who have BINGO! at the same time, so you need to shout it out loud as soon as you have BINGO the game.*

So now you know how BINGO works.

After a few rounds of BINGO, we decided to change to another game called "Warship". Intrigued????

Here's how it works :

1) Labelled vertical row and horizontal row with coordinates (depends on how big your battlefield is). For example, vertical row with A-J, horizontal row with 1-10.

2) Now you must have 1 aircraft carrier, 2 cruisers and 4 crusaders (or more as you wish).

3)Designate how many boxes do you want for aircraft (large), cruisers (medium), crusaders (small). Say 10 boxes for aircraft, 7 boxes for cruisers and so on.
*you can draw your forces in rectangle/square/pyramid/L/7 etc as you wish*

4) Now 2 teams have to attack the opponent's forces by calling the coordinates like A-10, J-4, C-2 etc.
*you can attack your own coordinates where your ships lay.*

5) If one ship had been destroyed, teams should say "aircraft/cruiser/crusader down!"

6) The team whose ships have not ALL been destroyed, wins the game.

The games would have gone on and on if the MMC delegates didn't come. They were the world biggest super mega ultra buzzkillers to our class. It was intense and we didn't enjoy much of our first day in Traumatological department, despite playing games for the whole day.