Where's the beef, Pn. Tan?

Were you caught out by Pn. Tan Su Tiam's "no Maths trial paper for those that went back early"? If you were one of those from 5 A, B or C who were chosen to take the Maths and Bio paper issued by the National Exams Commitee, chances are you were.

For those who aren't in the know (unlikely), here's a run-down: earlier this week, a select few from the aforementioned three classes were chosen to take the paper, which was supposed to end at 12.30pm. Naturally, we thought we could go home at that point, since we were told earlier that we could take the Maths trials (which was being taken by other students at the time) sometime after the trials. Evidently, Pn. Tan had other ideas...

The next day, we returned to school only to discover that she had banned those who went back early from taking Maths Paper 2 (which started after our papers had finished). Obviously, reaction to the news was negative, to say the least...

Never mind the fact that SPM is practically breathing on the back of our necks, here comes this haggard old lady telling us that we were literally stolen of the right to take a trial paper.

What the hell? It was stated on the list of names that the Exams Commitee papers ended at 12.30pm. We were SPECIFICALLY TOLD by our Maths teachers that we could take the trial paper at a later date. We had every right to leave. So where's the beef? Why this?

Punishing students for truenting is one thing. Playing with our trials results is another thing altogether. Just because there's no headmaster/headmistress in administration doesn't give you the right to do that.

P.S.: And just incase you were wondering, no, just because you practically ARE the real-life Professor Umbridge doesn't give you the right, either.

Software madness.

Got Office 2004, Flash, Dreamweaver AND Photoshop today! Whee!!

Testing the Blogger widget.

Yeah baby.

I've got my Mac!!!

*dances until realises the blog doesn't look right on the Mac*

Damn.

Oh, and by the way, this is what it looks like:

7 days...and counting...

Shit really does happen, doesn't it? I've waited close to a year for my Mac mini, and when I finally got around buying it, guess what?

No stock. For a week.

I envy my sister's iriver H10.

Now she's the one with a working MP3 player.

Ish.

Attn. Apple: Why do you keep making iPods so flimsy?

Blast it.

You might have heard of an issue with my iPod's battery not holding its charge as well as it should. You might have also heard that I fixed it (without any help from Apple - yay me!) and it has been working well ever since.

Well, until a few days ago, that is...

On a very lovely Thursday afternoon I left the iPod on while I napped. I woke up to a horrible screeching sound and this little icon:


Which pretty much means my iPod's hard drive is dead.

Why me? Why do I have to shell out as-near-as-dammit RM100 just for a battery and a piece of plastic, only to find out a few months later that I have to spend another only-God-knows-how-much-this-is-gonna-cost-me-oh-no-it's-gonna-f***ing-rip-my-wallet-open for a bloody hard drive?

There is, however, one good thing about this.

I could make a case for a brand-new jet-black video iPod...



































...nah. That's just jon-jon's wishful thinking.