This is worse than child rape in my opinion

People always complain about parents always forcing their kids on a career path that they do not like, but it's often the teachers that do this. In secondary school, I've seen lots of examples of students being allocated in classes that they do not favour. My mom wages war on these teachers, because the wrong career path will lead them to dead ends and as a parent, my mom won't allow that to happen.

My little sister, who's applying for N.D. Computer Science, got put in N.D. Business instead. She didn't like the other subjects so she put down Business for her second choice. Obviously my mom is pissed. Nobody told us that people who are doing P.N.D. are given priority, and N.D. openings are limited. Then why bother making a P.N.D., or allow students to get straight to N.D.?

The MoE and the country has let me down. Like the many other kids who had to study a subject they hate, only because their teacher put them in that class against their parents' wishes.

See why I never been to the career guidance counselor? If parents can't stop their kids from being led the wrong career path, they're obviously more powerless.

K-On songs blasting in my car is a good anxiety cure

If you know you like the person who's desperate for love, but still dilly-dally over it, for sure that person will go to other pastures. It's nobody else but your fault for not seizing the opportunity, no use crying over spilled milk.

Please ignore the above statement if you are not one of my cousins.

Today I went to UBD to watch my juniors present their final year projects. This time, they've completed their work before the presentations. The workload they've shown also look to be a lot more extensive than we had ever accomplished. I love the test paper-making program written in Ruby. I'd invest in it, if the writer allows me to.

What else to be said? I'm proud of my juniors, I expect them to have better honours than what we got on average.

Went to Le Stadium restaurant for lunch with the other senior in attendance, Eun. The food is good. But it's Liverpool camp, the supporters' office is there on show. I'm not setting foot on the place anymore even though I got myself a membership card. I fear for my life, hoodlums are amongst the Reds out here.

Then I finally met sensei to get my JLPT results and cert. I haven't gone up to UBD for over a month... but now that I got the shiny cert my credentials look quite impressive now. Time to shamelessly plug it.

Strange weekend

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All week I actually didn't really wanna go to the small reunion at Mrs. Pearl's place. I felt really depressed and at a confidence loss. People are asking me about the gathering, but I really don't know much about it, especially the address.

Come Friday, I wanted to talk to Vas about stuff the day after, wanting his opinions. He couldn't make it, and he urged me to just come to the reunion because it's rare that you have the chance to meet up with old acquaintances, and people do understand and support me even when I'm still unemployed after so long.

Driving to KB, I was told by Is to wait at Soon Lee Pandan, but since I didn't save his new phone number he didn't know I had already arrived there. I waited half-an-hour until I figured I should try and find the house myself and I actually had passed the house but I didn't think it was the place. I ended up at my old school, and phoned Zair to say I couldn't come because I don't know where they are.

Being someone who can pull my strings, she pursuaded me to stay, and said she'll pick me up at Soon Lee. We arrived at Mrs. Pearl house minutes later, with all the attendees - only 4 girls and 7 guys. Guess we picked a bad time, or we just have bad ex-classmates. Just joking.

After the food we took some pics (Miss Wong was also there even though she never took our class) and lounged around, watching TV or playing ketam until midnight. It was a great night and I felt a lot better after that.

Today I had to go to Mulaut for our monthly Hj. Ahmad family tahlil gathering. There's a dikir teacher in attendance, so we berdikir before and after the tahlil and it was also great (dikir is one of my passions and my mom's active in it right now). And of course, when the family gathers, the babies are there and... eeeeee cute babies ^_^

While my mom was out shopping I was pursuaded to play some casual ping-pong. Knowing from experience that my touch isn't great, I didn't really fancy it at first but I soon got right into it. I was all sweaty in my baju melayu when we were done, hahah.

Okay I'm done. I'll be going up to UBD tomorrow because I've found my will to. All the best. I need a shower.

I'm such a sloth

Informal reunion this weekend... though I still don't know the address. I'll get the info later anyways, but the way the organiser's dealing with this, I don't think many will come. I should've known anyway.

I'm having trouble convincing myself to go up to Bandar. There's just no one to go lunch with. Time is running out before the terima rush.

Our e-speed lines are upgraded to 1Mbps, now I'm running out of what to d/l... I -maybe- yet will watch K-ON raw.

Speaking of anime I finally watched Maria-sama ga Miteru season 4 at the weekend and made a review of it. It was so nice watching slice-of-life anime again. Not too emo too.

Discovering oneself and its flaws

I think I now know what the hell is wrong with me.

I'm certain to be suffering from Asperger's.

Sorry for the absence

Happy belated birthdays to Is and Ded.

I dunno what to make of my sudden total barricade of all things social. It's more like nobody invited me anywhere, but it's the same thing as usual anyway. People have been already used to not having me along.

I should stop sulking like usual... but I can't help it. I'm such an emotional person. I've got nothing happy to talk or write about, because somebody will always slap me in the face as soon as I smile.

No wonder I never change.