Finals

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I guess I'll be abandoning this blog for the week as I brace myself for...

Finals!

What Goes Around Comes Around

One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side
of the
road, but even
in the dim light of day, he could see she needed
help. So
he pulled up in
front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was
still
sputtering when he
approached her.
Even with the smile on his face, she
was worried. No
one had stopped to
help for the last hour or so. Was he
going to hurt
her? He didn't look
safe; he looked poor and hungry.

He could see that she was frightened, standing out
there in the
cold. He
knew how she felt. It was those chills which only
fear can put
in you.

He said, "I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you
wait in
the car where
it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson."

Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old
lady, that was bad
enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a
place to put the jack,
skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was
able to change the
tire.
But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.

As he was
tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled
down the window and began
to talk
to him. She told him that she was from St.
Louis and was only just
passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for
coming to her aid.

Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady
asked how much
she owed
him. Any amount would have been all right with her.
She already
imagined
all the awful things that could have happened had he
not
stopped. Bryan
never thought twice about being paid. This was not a
job
to him. This was
helping someone in need, and God knows there were
plenty, who had given him
a hand in the past. He had lived his whole
life that
way, and it never
occurred to him to act any other way.

He told her that if she really wanted to pay him
back, the next time
she
saw someone who needed help, she could give that
person the
assistance they
needed, and Bryan added, "And think of me."

He
waited until she started her car and drove off.
It had been a cold and
depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for
home, disappearing
into
the twilight.

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small
cafe.
She went in to grab a
bite to eat, and take the chill off before
she made
the last leg of her
trip home. It was a dingy looking
restaurant.
Outside were two old gas
pumps. The whole scene was
unfamiliar to her. The
waitress came over and
brought a clean towel to
wipe her wet hair. She had
a sweet smile, one that
even being on her
feet for the whole day couldn't
erase. The lady noticed
the waitress was
nearly eight months pregnant, but
she never let the strain
and aches
change her attitude. The old lady wondered
how someone who had so
little
could be so giving to a stranger. Then she
remembered Bryan.

After
the lady finished her meal, she paid with a
hundred dollar bill. The
waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred
dollar bill, but the
old lady had slipped right out the door. She was
gone by the time the
waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the
lady could be. Then
she
noticed something written on the napkin.

There were tears in her
eyes when she read what the
lady wrote: "You don't
owe me anything. I
have been there too. Somebody
once helped me out, the
way I'm helping
you. If you really want to pay me
back, here is what you
do: Do not let
this chain of love end with you."

Under the napkin were four more $100
bills.

Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to
fill, and
people to serve,
but the waitress made it through another day. That
night when she got home
From work and climbed into bed, she was thinking
about the money and what
the lady had written. How could the lady have
known
how much she and her
husband needed it? With the baby due next
month, it
was going to be
hard....

She knew how worried her
husband was, and as he lay
sleeping next to her,
she gave him a soft
kiss and whispered soft and low,
"Everything's going to
be all right. I
love you, Bryan Anderson."

Just for the sake of the tickets...

I Like To Move It, Move It with Madagascar 2!

Please gimme the tics nuffnang! xDDDDD

Driving

I've got my P license for roughly a year and a half already. In other words, I have been driving for over a year already. At the beginning, driving was really really fun. But then as the months went by, driving became a drag. I started to become practically a driver for both friends and family. That is just too sad.

Anyway, I hate driving in Malaysia. There are just too many things to hate. Especially drivers. Some are just too evil. I believe that all drivers in Malaysia have taken the course called 'VUL 101', which basically means Vulgarity 101. Or maybe even a higher course, VUL 301.

There was once when I was driving at around 130kmh in the fast lane. It's considered quite fast already. Then there was another car behind me. He tailgated me all the way. I was kinda pissed off at that time as I was moving at quite a fast pace and he still follows me behind at such a short distance. Thus, being a 'good person' I am, I jam braked my car. Hehe. There was a screeching sound. I believe there was some tyre skids on the road too. I smiled smugly into the rear mirror. That stupid guy speed even faster and overtook my car T.T

But guess what he did when he was beside me? Yeap. He showed the classic hand signal handed down from generations to generations - the middle finger. Of course, I knew I'm wrong for jam braking him but I was kinda furious. So, I speed up next to him, winded down my window, and shouted F*** Y**! And showed my middle finger at him.

Actually, I did not. I wish I did. Haha. However, my cacat-ed Proton is just too slow to keep up with his Toyota. This is just too sad.

I believe this particular person would have passed VUL301 with flying colours. I can just imagine the questions being set for VUL301.

Is it because the person has no moral education?

But I believe that moral education has no impact on anything. It is not practical at all! A preferable moral education test questions would be...

1. What do you do when the person in front of you is slow?
(a) Push the person
(b) Shout vulgarities at the person
(c) Do nothing and be calm
(d) Do (a) and (b), but for this test, I choose (c)

I guess I would circle (d)

The Art of Kiasu-ness

Today I took my TOEFL test at UCSI. It was quite easy, I think. Hope to get good marks for my TOEFL la. It was really tiring taking TOEFL, but not half as tiring as SAT I. SAT was way much worse as the time frame was longer.

I arrived at the test center quite early. I forgot to bring my mp3 along (wtf...), thus I had to settle for my handphone games. Guess what I witnessed there? Yup. The art of kiasu-ness.

Number #1
Cram everything you can 1 second before you enter the examination hall.
Basically I was sitting outside waiting while playing my handphone games. All around I saw people studying, studying and studying. Everyone's faces were buried in their own books. Some to the extend of listening to tape recordings provided by the TOEFL testers (TESTERS, NOT TESTES... =)). How can you study English =.=

Number #2
Bring many pencils into the hall. By many, I mean 2 boxes!
So, I was seated at my seat waiting for people to enter (and waiting for money to drop from the sky). I saw a particular person taking in 2 boxes worth of 2B pencils. 2 BOXES! wth... In each box is 12 pencils, which means the person brought in a total of 24 (Did I do the maths correctly?) pencils into the examination hall.

Number #3
Keep raising your hands and ask questions which basically answered not long ago.
There was this annoying person who keeps raising his hand and asking questions. Bah! For God's sake! They were answered like just a few minutes ago. Oh yeah. I forgot. You have short term memory loss...

Number #4
Have your spouse keep calling you out from the examination hall and asking you this and that, and calling the examinors to your attention to ask 1 million questions.
There was a lady 'examinee' (new word here) who is married already, I think. Well, her husband was outside and both looked kind of worried. He kept calling her out and asking her this and that. Then he asked the examinor something which I didn't hear (I swear it wasn't condoms) and then the 3 of them kept talking together. Zzzz. What is there to ask....

I didn't know that I could learn the art of kiasuness by just going for a TOEFL test. Score one for ETS.

1 Week Of Hols

YES! I have a whole week of holidays! Techinically speaking, I have only 5 days left, but What the HECK? Who cares? As long as I have my rest, I'm fine.

Anyway, I've killed my desktop PC on the very first day of hols. Why? Because it overheated. I've been downloading too many stuff already. And now it's all stuck in the computer with no way to pry it out. Haiz. I wanna watch my TVB series!!! GIMME BACK MY DESKTOP!!! I should have downloaded it to my laptop. Now, I'll have to wait and see when to bring it to the 'hospital'.

Hm... Basically, I have to study and do my assignments during my hols. I should be starting but somehow, I don't feel like starting at all. Hahahaha. I'm lazy. So, sue me.

Well, I have nothing much to blog about already. Actually, I have something to blog about. But, I'm just too lazy to type it out as I don't know how to put that into words. It's all jumbled up in my brain. Hehe.

Anyhow, I'm glad I have friends to hang out with. Hehe.

Okay. It's late. Time for bed. Ciao.