The year two thousand and seven anno domini.

Since today's the last day of the year two thousand and seven anno domini, I'm racking my brains for something to write about because after all, this is the last day of the year two thousand and seven anno domini. 

........*moment of silence...crickets chirping*.....

Okay, that was one sentence that did not make any sense whatsoever.

Later tonight, people all over the world will gather, eat like pigs, get drunk, and finally blow up their faces with fireworks as they go against their kindergarten teachers by counting backwards until their respective clocks strike midnight, symbolising the start of another wacky year. 

I, of course, will be somewhere in the vicinity of slumberland as the rest of the folk in Brunei celebrate the start of the year two thousand and eight anno domini. Urm... I should stop doing that. AD 2008 then.

Things to look forward to in 2008:

- Chinese New Year. (Feb 7)

- The start of the Formula One 2008 Season. (March 16)

- The 2008 Summer Olympics. (August 8 - August 24)

- The date 08-08-08. *Look up*

- After PMB holidays.

- The date 06-07-08.

- The date 10-09-08.

Leading to 2008.

I'm dreading the start of school. It's not the work that's bothering me, it's just that I'll be missing all that extra sleep I get during the holidays. I hardly sleep in the afternoons (except during bus rides) and surplus snooze time is, for me, extremely rare. In fact, it's so endangered, I believe it'll soon be listed under 'X' for "extinct".

When school re-opens, I predict the usual chaos of timetable-issuing (in which the timetables aren't even printed yet. Happened this year and we got ourselves scolded by teachers who so "assumed" we had them already), new teachers (who we shall, sadly, judge before we get to know them well) and in addition, the constant complaining of having to climb three floors up with heavy bags weighing our shoulders down.

The form ones (in which my dear friend Cassandra will be part of) and pre-Us will get to start next year's education a day later, on the third of January. An extra day of sloth is better than nothing. I bet the teachers are all quailing from the fact that they, too, will have to begin working. And we're not going to make it an easy year for them either. Muahaha. 

I wonder why we're all so mean. If we could just put aside all that fun and games (*sniffle*) and do what we were asked to do and hand it in on time, we could save a lot of trouble for the teachers and ourselves. Think of it. I have.

And through my thinking, I have concluded that even though my last-minute homework may give me very tense moments and end up a big mess, they're still passable. So, I shall continue to do so until matters in the future speak otherwise. 

In contrast to my previous conclusion, this will not (I hope) apply to PMB. 

Have you noticed, as the school term approaches, I tend to write more with the content a tad more interesting? (And that I used a lot of brackets in this post?)

The smell of the hairdresser's.

Meh. My hair smells funny. Yes, I did go to the hairdresser's today. Went for some rebonding. Straight hair. A change from that wavy mess I used to have.

It took me ages to actually make the decision to step into that fateful hairdresser's salon. My mother, on the other hand, had been bugging me to go and straighten my hair for ages.

Enough of the hair talk for now. 

Today, class, the topic we are going to study is decision-making. Riiiight. I sound too much like my history teacher right now. Must....stop...mimicking! 

Decision-making. I always get torn, and I hate it. I can never seem to make decisions on the spot, like those people do in movies. There's always another opinion to everything, that's the problem. Once I choose one way, a little something nags at me and tells me I'm wrong. Also, to add to the dilemma, I tend to argue with myself in my head. 'Causes major headaches, I tell you.

Hold on, I need to restart my computer..... Some little issues. Short post, this one. As short as the time we have 'till 2008 and school re-opens. Ciao.

When do I talk to myself?

- I tend to give myself advice or remind myself to (or not to) do certain things in public places.

- When I read the newspaper. (There's just so much to critique!)

- When I take long walks by myself.

- When I'm trying to think.

- When I'm "emo-ing".

- When I can't make out those jumbled music notes.

- When I'm annoyed, I swear under my breath repeatedly. (I omit necessary syllables, obviously)

- When I'm simming. I go, "No, you stupid sim, why can't you walk around it? Around it!"

- When I study. I mutter fast and exasperatedly. 

- When I watch Formula 1.

- Before I sleep.

You know, talking to yourself isn't such a bad thing... I think. Sure, it may be linked to a series of mental illnesses such as schizophrenia and the like but come on, it was originally connected to problem solving and the use of the mind. So in general, and in my opinion, of course, people who don't talk to themselves are not connected with their inner selves and cannot solve problems on their own. You must know yourself, both inside and out. 

Though much of myself remains much of a mystery to me; I'm a very strange person as I know it. Even my dad believes that one day I'll have to seek medical attention.

My holiday starts here; I need sleep.

Hey, guess what? My feet hurt. XD

I wonder why my brother attracts so many ladies. They all come up to him to smile, wave, or touch him. Like there was this little girl in the elevator, my bro was in his pushchair, she was standing next to it, and she was touching his hand. I find it a bit disturbing.

He wouldn't stop talking in the plane on the way to KL and on the way back. For two hours before we boarded the plane, he was like this, "Daddy, *translated from Hokkien* I want to go on an 'aeloplane'!(he can't say 'R' right yet) Daddy, what's the aeloplane doing? Daddy, look at the aeloplane! Daddy! Look!"

I swear my dad was tearing his hair out by the time we got in the plane. What made it worse, was that by the end of the flight where still wouldn't shut up, he started singing. Yes, people, singing. 

Then before we touched down in KLIA, he just had to shout out some random stuff, like "Whee~~! Ultraman!" I don't get that. Honestly.

And before our flight back, he was singing his own version of 'Jingle Bells' in the airport terminal. 

"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the AEROPLANE!!!"

Argh. Argh. ARGH. 

Merry Christmas everybody. Merry belated Christmas. 

It's dot com!

I'm leaving for Kuala Lumpur tomorrow... Not looking forward to being trapped in an aeroplane for two hours with my brother. He never stops talking. O.o

If the hotel I'm staying in doesn't have wi-fi, I won't be blogging for a few days. But don't worry, I'll save drafts in my phone.
I'll also miss visiting a few sites on the internet, like The Sims 2 story exchange, Friendster, and homestarrunner.com.

Homestarrunner.com simply rocks. I love it so much, it's my ring tone. I'm serious! My message alert tone, to be more precise. Every time I receive a text message and my phone alerts me to that, I get strange looks from people. It's like they've never heard Homestar say "Homestarrunner dot net. It's dot com!" before. Hmph. XD

I was talking to my cousin Cindy this morning before lunch. She told me she (and the rest of her batch) won't be sitting for PSR or PMB. I'm so jealous. Envious of the fact that we (my batch) slaved for PSR and am going to for PMB next year and all they have cram for is their O-levels. 

There's a song I like, it's called Billy Brown, by Mika. It speaks of a man called Billy Brown who fell in love with a guy. The first two verses are awfully funny to me. Haha. Okay, enough of gay people (for now. It's a bad habit, you know). Though there is this James Blunt parody on YouTube...

What if Legolas and Aragorn were gay?

You know those times when you have trouble deciding what to do and end up bored because you refuse to do anything in the end? Well I'm having one of them. Should I sim, or go onto the exchange and read a story? Or perhaps watch a few videos depicting Aragorn and Legolas slash on YouTube? How about practicing my guitar playing? Maybe I should just turn on the radio?
I can't decide. That's why I'm here. To bide my time.

Ashley's grandmother came by yesterday. No, she didn't drive herself all the way; she hitched a ride with my grand-uncle (my grandmother's brother) who happens to live next door. Our families go a long way, actually. My great-grandmother had been friends with Ash's grandmother for around fifty years, give or take a few. More likely give.
Ash's mum used to run over to my dad's house to play with him (he was a cute cuddly baby then and they lived in the same row of flats or something). Then when they grew up and got married, Ashley's grandmother moved into the house right next to where my great-grandmother lives with my grand-uncle and family. Later on, I met Ash in kindergarten and we became best of friends. Fate, no?

I would like to announce a discovery: The Ugothlacy Volume 14 is out! And I'm off to read it.

Puppies!

I've been hard at work lately, and my industriousness has resulted in three puppies. Sim puppies. These little things are so cute!

The puppy on the left is Biscuit, being eaten ali- I meant, nuzzled by his mum, Caramel. Biscuit is the only male puppy I've got right now.

 

 

This one's a female. Somehow I came up with the name Toffee for her. She must be thinking, "Dude, I want your glasses!"

The dude's called Lex, but it doesn't matter 'cause he ain't cute enough. 

 And finally we have another female, Vanilla. Oh? So you've noticed I have a penchant for naming my sim dogs after food like I do for naming cities after nuts? Congratulations on being observant. XD

Unfinished Movie of the Year.

The Golden Compass. The movie. The ending. Seemed awfully unfinished. Yes, we all know a second part is coming out, but you can't leave it like that, with Lyra and Roger (who was supposed to die- oops, sorry. Just spoiled that for you. XD) and all those people suspended in mid-air. The daemons were good though, Pan was adorable. And so was the bear fighting scene. See? I can compliment if I want to. 

It's not my thing to watch movies based on books I've read. They all turn out so disappointing, somehow. I think one exception here was LOTR, I watched the movies first, then the books. But it was awesome anyway. I loved it. The soundtrack was good too.
John Ronald Reuel Tolkien was a genius. Who else could create their own languages with dialects and everything, races, maps, entire civilizations and the like? Brilliant man.

May It Be -Enya

May it be an evening star 

Shines down upon you 

May it be when darkness falls 

Your heart will be true 

You walk a lonely road 

Oh! How far you are from home 

Mornie utúlië (darkness has come) 

Believe and you will find your way 

Mornie alantië (darkness has fallen) 

A promise lives within you now 

May it be the shadows call 

Will fly away 

May it be you journey on 

To light the day 

When the night is overcome 

You may rise to find the sun 

Mornie utúlië (darkness has come) 

Believe and you will find your way 

Mornie alantië (darkness has fallen) 

A promise lives within you now 

A promise lives within you now

The Warlords.

I watched The Warlords yesterday with my dad. He likes all those fighting movies.

It was a...highly disturbing movie. What with all the men crying, hugging, and just plain dying...
Basically the plot was that three guys became blood brothers, killed a lot of people, then eventually murdered each other over some woman.
In the end the youngest brother kills the woman while the eldest kills the second brother. Then the youngest kills the eldest brother. It's confusing, I know. For the first half of the movie I couldn't even tell who was who. The camera kept closing up on their faces; you couldn't even make out their features properly. Disgusting.

I'm watching The Golden Compass later with Naimah and Neko. Neko called me this morning and told me she dropped her phone in a public toilet bowl. Man, that's just gross.

And one rule I have to follow nowadays when at the cinema: No popcorn.

~*~*~

Occasion: Uncle John's birthday.
Place: His house.
Date: 15-12-2007. *real birthdate: 16-12
Time: 7 pm.
Events: Pictionary, eating barbecued food, watching television, babysitting.

The Pictionary was good, I can tell you that. Guys vs Girls. We won. XD Somehow we (all of us) managed to draw (and guess) Florence Nightingale, import, blend, grasp, skimmed milk and salute amongst other wack things.

Death by sore throat?

I've noticed I haven't been blogging daily recently. Due to several factors:-

1. I spent the last few days finishing off the Bartimaeus Trilogy books I got last month. I realised that I'm a big fan of trilogies, such as the Lord Of The Rings trilogy, His Dark Materials trilogy(the first book, the Golden Compass is in cinemas now), the Inheritance trilogy(Eragon, people) and such. Three is kind of like the perfect number for a series. Also, I'm addicted to books written in series. The problem is that I always have to have the whole set, which means spending lots of money. Trips to bookstores do not help.

2. My fever came back yesterday. Yes, I am sick again. My throat feels like I've accidentally swallowed needles or something.

3. It keeps raining heavily nowadays. You see, raining=risk of lightning=my modem exploding again=me getting electrocuted. So I can't come online. I don't want to die early.

Speaking of books, I've decided to list my favourite books of all time.

- Lemony Snicket's books. A Series Of Unfortunate Events and the like.

- LOTR! And The Hobbit. I've got The Children of Hurin, but I haven't read it yet.

- Eragon and Eldest.

- The Pure Dead series.

- So I've got a lot of favourite books. Guilty as charged.

Ash's off to Perth.

Yesterday... I had to wake up early. To catch that (purple) bus ride to the airport.

Okay, so that was partly true. I followed my mum to work so I could hitch a ride to the airport later in the morning to see Ashley off on her plane to Aussie. Perth. It's like everybody's going to Perth nowadays. What is it, the cheaper plane ticket prices? But not in this case. This one's called, migration.

So my best friend for I don't know how many (I've known her for nine) years is migrating to Australia, and what did I do? Nothing. Surprisingly I just stood and watched her hug all her other pals and as they struggled not to cry, I struggled not to shout out, "PDA!!!" (PDA is Public Display of Affection. I say it whenever Neko goes and hugs people). I got a hug too. How could I refuse? That was the last time I'd be seeing her. Unless she comes back in two years to do her passport and stuff.

I supposed it helped that I moved out of St. Andrew's two years ago, so we're not as close as before. Sharlyn kept reminding me, "You know, I cried when you left SAS. You should cry now."
No. Sorry, Shar. I don't cry. Not enough emotion in me.
Shar and I were also planning to smuggle ourselves into Australia by somehow distracting those security guards and leaping onto the luggage carousel. Actually, it was only her.

"Look, Yawen, all you need to do is get those kids to start acting sick and all that," Here she starts gesturing wildly towards the carousel. "Then, we jump onto that thing, find a big empty suitcase and poof, we're on our way to Australia."

"No, Shar," I shake my head disapprovingly. "You can't do that. We'd die of some cold-related disease on the plane."

"Aw...man! Why don't we just blow up the airport?"

"Ssh! You're not supposed to talk about bombing in airports! And no, we're not doing that."

By the way, My Chem is in Singapore today. My heart yearns to be there, to watch them play live... But alas, I cannot. It is so close, but yet so far. I was talking about them never coming to this part of the world earlier in the year.
Oh well, there's still next time.

In my pocket.

I found it. Heh. I found my pick.

After arriving at Mabel's (dad's cousin. Should I add the "auntie" out of respect?) house this morning, I attempted to look cool by jamming my hands in my pockets, where my right hand alerted me to the fact that something else was present in its pocket other than my phone. And guess what, it was right(being the right hand and all, you know, one of my stupid puns). I then pulled my pick out and said to my mum, "I found it!"
She looked very clueless.

So dad's cousin got married to a Muslim, by the name of...uh...I don't know, but his nickname's Pele. Quite a nice guy, so I wish the pair of them lots of luck for the future. Or something like that. Don't wanna sound real corny here.

Speaking of corny-ness, have you ever seen those wedding photo albums or wedding invitations? There's always some mushy message written somewhere in their vicinity. And the grammar is awful most of the time, too. I don't see why this practice is carried out anyway. Keep the mawkish sayings to yourselves, please.

I reminded my mum and other relatives to remind me, if I eventually get married, to not do that. You know one thing I dread is taking wedding photos? I'm not a big fan of being photographed. I'd much rather be the one behind the camera than in front of it.

My pick is missing.

Yo peeps, whattup? I'm back from my two day "busy-ness". Actually, I wasn't that busy. I just, well, didn't have the chance to come online. So the night my relatives arrived, which was, let me see, Tuesday night, the night of my last post, we went out to Escapade for dinner. Apparently it didn't help that my throat was beginning to plague me with a cough.

The day after th- I lost my pick. I can't find it. It's gone. Argh. It's GONE. I know it's somewhere in here, in the study, but where is it? Oh crud.
I cannot lose this pick. It's my last pick. Out of the three I had. Highlight, HAD. One was accidentally slid under the cupboard supporting the television in Neko's living room, one is also currently lost, though technically it's not under my possession anymore, so no, it wasn't me who lost it. I seriously don't want to lose this pick. You wanna know why? 'Cause...
...I'm lazy to go and buy more, this one has memories and a bit of sentimental value, and I'm a kind of attached to it. So there. I've admitted it. I'm attached to my pick. Laugh all you want, people, 'cause that's just the way it is.

To install, or not to install? That is(not) the question.

After two days of temperature taking, pill swallowing, not eating, and pretty much being ill, I'm back at my iMac, debating on whether I should install The Sims 2 or not. All my downloads, saved files, et cetera, are all in my other computer, and moving them over would be such a DRAG.
Speaking of file transfer, most of the music files in my iPods are corrupted. It just makes me want to say, "Profanities, profanities, expletives, more profanities, and perhaps just one more expletive."
I promise myself I'll find a way to fix that. *crosses fingers, hopes for a miracle* *thinks for a while* *hopes for a rainstorm. Sorry, brainstorm*

My dad's cousins(two of them, plus one boyfriend) are supposed to arrive today(maybe they have already arrived, I don't know) from Kuching for a four-day stay. Reason: to attend their cousin's wedding. This means I'll be missing training this Friday. Also, if I don't get better by tomorrow evening, I'll be missing that training session too.

So about Saturday, I'll continue that.

Wani kept repeating to us, "Come on, guys, let's take our last picture together."
My gosh. It was like we were never going to see each other again or something. It made me feel as if I was walking to my death as I approached the bus.

The prize for winning Sprint Maths; A cert, a file, and a pen, wrapped in pink wrapping paper. Brilliant.

Out of the three Martial Arts demonstrations, I believe Taekwondo was the coolest. Though during the slide presentation they misspelt Taekwondo as "Taekwando". But the English(pfft, screw them. Oops sorry) approved version, Tae Kwon Do.
The Karate one was...brutal. The Kendo, I'm sorry to say, was awful. Taekwondo did the aerobic version to some song, it was pretty cool, but embarrassing at the same time. Come on, people, aerobics? But hell they rocked. XD

Go, Brunei Taekwondo~!!

"Muiz looks so cute doing Kendo." -Wani

I can't believe she said that. Seriously. -.-"

I think I had an overdose of popcorn on Thursday, because my head aches, my throat itches, my nose is either blocked or running, my eyes can't focus and hurt whenever I move them, my fingers feel cold even when the aircon isn't on, I've got goosebumps on my arms, and my neck hurts. I think I'm coming down with something.

Which is bad. It's the start of the long awaited December school holidays! I can't be sick now... I don't even remember what I wanted to write here, and I assure you I had a lot. I don't know where to start though...

I'd like to start with the CCA prize presentations... My club, Japanese Club, won Best Academic Club of 2007. Sir Shamry, or Shamry Sensei went to get this really sweet trophy, so much "uncrappier" than mine.
Before that, the club representatives had gotten mixed up during the certificate giving. The Taekwondo people didn't go up, so it ended up with some Karate guy representing them, Muiz(from Kendo, tell you more about it later if I can survive that long) representing Karate, some guys represented the Girls' Fitness Club, Girls' Swimming, and Girl's something else, don't remember. So we laughed at them, I'm so sorry. But hey, it was funny.

Guess what, I can't survive that long. I'm signing out... Apologies.

Can't seem to find the right title.

I just read my last post and realised it was boring. Awfully boring. I am so sorry. I guess I was tired and my brain couldn't function just as well. Don't fret(I secretly dislike this word, has so many meanings), it's working perfectly fine now.

My dad's back from KL, and we realised today that other than "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star", the song "White Christmas" makes my brother cry. I don't know why though, but my mother told me that I used to cry whenever she sang "Rock-a-bye Baby". Hmm.

Tomorrow is the last day of school... I'm gonna miss it, seriously. The guys are planning to buy a cake or something, and then...celebrate!
We won Sprint Maths, have I mentioned that? If I have, I'll say it again. WE WON!!! Hah! Yeah! We worked for it. We deserve it. You wanna know why? 'Cause we're 2R(ebellions) and we're fun-loving wackos, that's why.

List of things I'm going to miss during the holidays:-

1. The people (teachers, I'm sorry, but you guys are excluded here).

2. All that laughing, teasing and lagging.

3. Those fruits they sell at the canteen. (Don't ask)

4. The patch of dying grass in front of the Audi.

5. The air conditioners.

Not enchanted.

I went to The Mall Cineplex to watch Enchanted this afternoon. If I were to write a review about that movie it would be something like...

"Storyline....blah.....blah....blah....and then the day was saved by an overweight chipmunk."

I just realised that when I read long paragraphs, I tend to read backwards. It's the last line first, then scan my way back up to the top, whereby if I find the contents of my interest, I will re-read the passage.
It's kind of weird, I know.

My trophy fell apart in my hands today. Now I believe Siang Wen's story when her Speech Comp. trophy broke the other day. Now I can really serve food with it during CNY next year. Excellent.

This is very random, but while I was blogging, my grandmother came and told me a bird had flown its way into our room. Obviously my job was to catch it and let it out. Very tame little birdie, that one. After hitting several objects with clumsy and panicked fluttering, it got itself wedged in between my bed headboard and the wall, so I simply threw a cloth over it.
Strangely enough, I don't remember putting my head out of the window and singing, "aaah aaaah aaaahh" XD Watch the movie folks, then you'd get it.

Crappy AND boring.

My dad went to KL this morning, I didn't even know about that until I got home and realised he was only coming back from "work" on Friday.

I think the highlight of the day was that I kissed a door. Truth or Dare, one of the world's stupidest games. It's a lose-lose situation. Sad. I don't know why I even bother to play.
Oh yeah, Wani bought cake for all of us. Mmm. I like cake. I just found out a cake called Zwetschgendatschi. There's a Wiki link, but it's in German or something.
Also, she managed to buy this giant slice of watermelon from the canteen for only one dollar. We were laughing like mad trying to imagine her eat that. One of the teachers in MS, whose name I can't spell, advised Wani to eat on the grass, then spit the seeds out so we can have our very own MS watermelons. Interesting idea, wasn't it? We should've entertained the notion, because we ended up cutting the thing with forks, making me eat large chunks of watermelon(I'm still not sure if that was safe to eat. Could've been poisoned or something), flooding a table in 3T with watermelon juice and taking too many pictures of Maz eating watermelon for comfort. .

The International Convention Centre.

Teacher's day at ICC. (Ice cream Chocolate Cake)

- I found out Muiz is in the choir. Now I can add that to my list of reasons why I don't want to join.

- The Most Crappy Teacher Of All Time Award goes to Cikgu ******* for being so bossy even on stage and telling Neko and the Form One actors that they were "kurang ajar".

- Neko simply cannot perform under stress. I don't want to go too much into it, but I'll let you know she cried because of that effing teacher.

- Dewi and Mel did two songs, Dewi sang and Mel played guitar.

- There's this guy who did two Eric Clapton songs, Tears In Heaven and Wonderful Tonight.

- I got a blue balloon. XD

- The MPs did this really funny drama where it all started with a Teacher's Day celebration at the beach, attended by Agent 007.5(the name's Bond, people), your friendly neighbourhood Spiderman, Awang Budiman, and finally, Rihanna(some guy in a pink shirt and equally pink tudong swinging "her umbre-ella" about). Their teacher(Master Yoda) had been kidnapped by Mawi and they then embarked on some mission to save him. You have to see it to laugh. Hilarious.
The ending went something like, "And so, Spiderman became Batman(due to his constant saying of 'to the Batmobile!'), James Bond married Rihanna and they had a son called *don't remember* Bond, and Awang Budiman became the SEA games mascot."

- It was also the National Chair Carrying Day. 'Cause we were made to carry the chairs about.

- It's Ashley's birthday today.

- I won CIV for the first time in my life yesterday. Forgot to mention. Some lousy Time Victory. But hey, it's a first.

- How many legitimate kinds of jam are there?

- I should shut up now.

- Okay. Shutting up.... I mean, 'Windows is shutting down...please wait.'

- Shut down complete. Oh for goodness sake, shut up already! Wait, I'm not talking, so I can't shut up. I'll just stop typing then.

D304 (I think)

I am now blogging from my iPod. Wow this feels weird 'cause I'm taking ages to type and when I finish a sentence, I forget what I want to write next.

~A few hours later, on my computer~

Finally. I feel alive! Ahahahaha! Typing without typos in every word! *breathes in deeply* *thanks God I didn't choke*

I was awfully disappointed today. I miss my old classroom. D101, I'm gonna miss ya. Even if you didn't have air conditioning, you were right next to the windiest part of school. And you didn't have a large gaping hole in the ceiling.
There's a hole in the ceiling our new classroom, D304. You can actually see the roof through it, how cool is that? Okay, rhetorical question there. What if it rains or something? It would be so much cooler if the roof leaked. XD
Also, there's no aircon. I don't believe it. And, as if giving us that room wasn't good enough, it's ultra hot. The wind doesn't blow that high. At least we get a nice view. And I sit right next to those "view-y" windows. The new addition to our class, Stephanie, sits next to Aqilah who sits behind me. We resumed our old seating positions though. I can't imagine having class without Syaz beside me. Haha.
The funny thing was, when Miss Ivy announced our form teacher in the Audi, we all groaned. Lucky 'cher Sofy didn't hear us. Most people in my class just plain don't like her. She's okay, but she apparently has no sense of humour. Even our history teacher had a sense of humour, come on.
We're also getting a new Maths teacher, and for all I know, his/her name is something. XD

It's PMB year next year... Sucks, man.

My house got Wi-fi.

My dad brought his router home yesterday. Now he's in his room toying with my iPod Touch. He seems to be having fun with Google.

I went to St. Andrew's Speech Day today. It was...weird. First time I attended without getting some prize, and the building changed. It looked very different, though I was still hit with nostalgia. But I don't miss that place as much as I thought I would.
It was boring. That's all I can say. Afterwards we walked to Chai's house, with Stella complaining all the way. We both leeched a few songs off him and played a game of Civilization IV.
We played hotseat. Chai ruled with some Chinese guy, me with Catherine of Russia, and Stella with...Ghandi. Haha. I chose that one for her. St. Petersburg was renamed St. Peanut and Delhi Donkey. Then Stel's warrior killed my archer, who later was killed by my other archer. And while all that was happening, Chai went and took over the city of Donkey, where there were a lot of cows. We seriously are screwed up people, aren't we?
So listen up, kids, CIV may be a great game, but it is not a study reference. I repeat, NOT A STUDY REFERENCE. Thank you.

Things That Piss Me Off.

What happened to my MSN? I can't seem to sign in. It keeps telling me my password is wrong, yada-yada. But I am seriously sure that my password is correct. Let me add that to my list of things that piss me off and make me an extremely unpleasant person.

Things That Piss Me Off And Make Me An Extremely Unpleasant Person

- People who aren't sure of what they're doing and never think ahead. Like, for example, e.g., exempli gratia, this morning, where there were these people. Oh, there were people who claimed this audition was going to be held and made other people wait for that last-minute audition for ages while the location for this last-minute audition that never took place was never even confirmed, people who had a communication deficiency of some sort who couldn't even get a simple message across to one another, people who sucked, people who sucked up, all sorts, I can tell you. As you can see, I don't like people very much.

- Last minute performances, rehearsals and the such. I mean, come on, imagine this scenario.
You are enter a room. Its occupants ask you to tune this guitar. But the tuning keys and the tuning both suck. Your partner in performance is trying to teach someone else how to sing while playing another guitar, that someone else with a dream of singing on stage and idolises your partner in performance. Then you go upstairs to borrow someone else's tuner, which is, sorry to say, crappy. Then you get dragged over to some room called the counselling room full of MPs. Then they turn you out of the place and have to walk all the way to the other side of the school to 2T. The others tell you and the people with you to meet at the lecture theatre at 10.30. This never happens. Just imagine things get worse from here as the audition apparently never happens also, you have to follow people around like a dog and it's seriously boring with nothing to do. Sad. This is the sort of thing that makes you want to go right to the edge of a tall building and scream, "CRAP!!!"

You know, there's also something I don't get here. Why do so many people I know want to perform on stage? What's so great about it? Tell you what, I hate it, I seriously, seriously dislike performing. There are all sorts of performers out there. Take singers for example. There are those who want to sing because they just want to be idolised. Those who sing just for the fun of it. Those who sing for money. Those who sing for fame, respect, admiration. Those who sing to show off. And the problem is, some of these guys just suck. Just plain SUCK. Let me tell you that. But nobody has the guts to tell them that. And when you do, you are labelled as "mean, insensitive, a show-off, et cetera et cetera." And when you don't, I believe you are a liar, a suck-up, a coward. I'm sorry. That's just the way life is.

Life isn't fair sometimes, but you have to realise that hey, you know what, sometimes things don't go your way for a reason. Sometimes it's just meant to be. Okay, so you can't sing, why not try something else?

One thing to realise here, if you really know that you have that potential, work for it. There's nothing to lose. Nothing.

Man, I sound so corny.

My new iMac.

It rocks! With it's 20 inch screen, cool keyboard, mouse and Leopard, this computer is awesome. I'd describe all its features, but I'm lazy. Heh. 'Cause there are so many good ones. Hey Apple, hire me as your sales agent. I'd do good, I promise! I convinced Chai to buy one earlier in the year, and now his PC sits there gathering dust.

I've just finished transferring my music into iTunes from my old eMac, and now into my iPod Touch. Oh, that thing is hella cool. The slide to open, the everything. Simply awesome. I know I lack words to describe it though. Maybe great? Brilliant? Excellent? But they're not the ones I'd use. It's just plain COOL.
My eMac is starting to have problems. Maybe it's sad 'cause I won't use it anymore... You never know. The thing won't shut down properly, makes my pendrive have problems and much more. I hope it'll last until I copy the rest of my documents over to this computer, especially my writing.

Sprint Maths.

I lost my pencil. My blue mechanical pencil. I miss it already. Let's give a moment of silence in tribute and think of the stupid things I drew with it.



MS held a Form 2 sprint maths challenge today. It works like this:-

- The teachers give you a sheet of paper where you write the names of the people and the groups they are in. I was in groups 1, 2, 4 and 7. Kok Sheng was kinda serious about winning. Our strategist. Only 9 people in my class came to school, Sheng being the only boy.

- Then the groups go around the school and answer the questions in relay.

Group 1- Me, Sheng, Neko and Baoxin. We had to count the number of steps of the stairs in Block D. Then multiply it by a number and minus it by another number. We got back to the concourse faster than all the other classes.

Group 2 - Me, Zimah, Meza and Nadhirah. We went to 2T's classroom to find a few Pra-Us waiting for us. They made us catwalk along the corridor to get the question, which was arranging colour pencils vertically on a piece of paper in order of colour.

Group 3 - This was where we lost time. I wasn't in this group, and neither was Sheng. I have no idea what happened, but it took a good 25 minutes before they got back.

Group 4 - Sheng, Sil Suan, Neko and I ran like hell to the canteen, where we were supposed to look for the person in charge. We were conned by some teachers into singing the alphabet song and then we realised Sheng's brother, Kok Hui, was the person in charge. Argh. He made Sheng propose to each and every one of us right in the middle of the canteen. "To gain experience," he said. "Next year you'll be in form 3 and trust me, this is good for you, practice."

Group 5 - Sheng told me they had to sing the school song with prime numbers for the words.

Group 6 - I don't remember what happened with them.

Group 7 - We sprinted to the library to do this crossword puzzle given to us by the "harmonica guy". We did it so quickly, we left before 2U did, who were there before us.

Group 8 - Baoxin said they did simultaneous equations and had to do something... I don't remember.

All I know now is that we got all our answers correct, and we didn't finish last. Heh. I want my class to win! Long live 2R(ebellions)!

"Don't jump..."

Kicking off with a few speeches, and me attempting a joke for the MCs to say, "Ladies and gentlemen, please shut up and listen to us!", the 2nd Annual Junior Speech Competition ended on a high but kind of flat note. I don't know how that's possible though, but trust me(not advisable) that's just the way it was.
SO, we came on during the break after the Form One speeches, starting with Siang Wen(whose second place trophy later fell to pieces in her hands for some weird reason. Telepathy?) speaking on turtles to some guy called Faiz whose speech was on something...oh crap my memory is already deteriorating... after the violinists and pianist. Our performance was okay, I guess. Neko told me Miss Zaza told her that the audience was completely quiet. That's a compliment to me. And I noticed that nobody ever tells me anything... Most people tell information to Neko which we both are entitled to know. Hmm... Maybe I'm overdoing the "I'm non-existent, don't look at me" part? I don't know. Actually, I don't really mind so it's okay. After all, ignorance IS bliss.

After break, I was emo-ing outside my class at the usual bridge area leaning against the railing while it drizzled at an alarmingly slow rate. Sir Albert then walks past and tells me, "Don't jump, you weren't that bad."

And I say, "What made you think I was going to jump?"

To which Muiz replies, "'Cause you thought you were bad."

I really need to come up with better retorts on the spot. My current ones are so damn lame... Argh. Those who are witty are indeed fortunate. I, on the other hand, am not. I think I could come up with some ripostes if I weren't afraid of hurting people's feelings though. Which, unfortunately, I am.

So there, that kind of concludes it all. I suck at being a quick-thinker, doing backswings(a type of kick in taekwondo if you're wonderin'), and being sane.

Oh, and congrats to Qilah from MB2T for winning the Form 2 category. Lucky the E in category(or other letters) didn't fall off the backdrop otherwise it would've read something like...

"Junior Cat gory Prepared Speech Co petition 2007"

Acorn.

CIV update:

The city of Acorn was created. Thousands flock to city as some sort of blue dye was abundant in its vicinity. Though still unconnected to the capital, Peanut, I am certain it will thrive in all it's "blue-ness". Probably all the guys who live there look like Sully from Monsters Inc. or those zombie/vampire peeps in The Sims 2. I know it's lame, but hey, name me somebody blue and famous and I'll change it.

The Persian leader, Cyrus the Great has let Hell in on his world map.
He greeted me with, "The Psycho Princess, wise Hellian leader."

My response, "Dude, I like your style. Let's part-ay!"
My response in game, "Let us make peace."

Those idiots of a Hapshepsut and Huayna Capac are still holding their grudges against me 'cause Egypt wants me to cut trade relations with the Incan and vice versa. Your heads will so look good on the end of a pole, you puny leaders.

~*~*~

Tomorrow, the Junior Speech Competition Finals will be held in the Auditorium.
Attending: Several hundred stultified students, plus some frustrated teachers.
Imagine sucking in front of THAT lot. *shudders* No, not happening. After all, we slaved for days practicing, right? Right? Right?!?

Ahem. So moving on... Neko and I spent our time after break in the Audi, practicing. Sitting cross-legged on the stage, my right foot went numb. It just made me want to sing, "I've become so numb, I can't feel you there, nor anything else, not that you would care..." XD
*I did not make an error in the Numb lyrics. I just changed it a bit, in case you're a Linkin Park fan. So...yeah.*
When I went back to the Audi with my guitar, I found Muiz draped in a deco cloth and Neko turned to me and said, "Nah, your beloved ah." I was like, "O-kaaaaaayyy..." O.o??? What happened there?

Shuffle-muddle.

Today = Boring school day. Most boring. Ever. Nothing happened. Except I got hit twice with a futsal ball twice while watching two netball games simultaneously.
Since I don't remember anything else that's worthy to be written about, I'll just put my iPod on shuffle, select a few songs and see if I have anything to say about them...

I'm Not Okay -My Chemical Romance (One of the most truthful songs in the world. You don't always have to say you're okay, you know.)

*It's raining now!*

Only One -Yellowcard (I remember back in the days where we used to play this one... =) When we screamed "Here I GOO~!!")

The Ghost Of You -My Chemical Romance (Yes, I am a My Chem fan. One of my first MCR songs. They say this song makes sense when played backwards, but I dunno...)

Heaven -Bryan Adams ("And baby you're all that I want..." I dig the acoustic version more though. Still a very nice song.)

Hey There Delilah -Plain White Ts (We finally got this down. Spare the occasional mistake and voila, you have an okay version of this number.)

The Saints Are Coming -U2 and Green Day*live* (This song is just awesome. Ah... The voices of Bono and Billie Joe combined. Rocks.)

I think I've done enough for today. Ciao, yo.

Aiieeee!

Just looking at that word makes me laugh. I was at Neko's a few days ago, and we were trying to imagine the audience and being on stage. Somehow she dropped her "microphone" and then said, "Aieee!"
God, it was so funny. So today during our practice we couldn't stop laughing because of that. Pray I forget this before Wednesday or we are so dead.

This morning I woke up to the sound of rain. Ahh... I love the sound of rain, pitter-pattering when it comes in contact with the ground, the roof, pretty much everything. There's a rule we have in my Maths class. If it's raining, no Maths. So far in the year it has never rained during a Maths lesson, I don't know whether my teacher's just lucky or what. The funny thing was, it rained during our Maths 1 EOY exam. Sheng and Nabil both turned to me and we were signaling "Yes! No Maths!!!" to each other. Silently, of course. Heh.
Another reason why I like rain is that it's so cooling, so refreshing, just brings everything once dry and dying back to life again. Until it floods my street... Then, well, it's still cool. XD Sorry to those guys whose stuff gets damaged everytime it floods.
It's not hot, either. Pleasantly cool.

The fingers on my left hand hurt. Seriously. They feel slightly uncomfortable when I type. I think I've been practicing too much. Or maybe it's because I hardly practice anyway? I don't know. But hey, no pain no gain.

At least I had a lollipop...Otherwise...dire consequences.

Meh. Sorry to say, I'm ditching the Japanese thing. I'm so sorry Nitta-sensei!
Neko's not going, it's awfully last minute, and my mood was ruined during our meeting. You see, I have this bad habit of being stressed. I don't know why, but it happens. I'm not into last minute practicing, sucking at performances. Also, I do not appreciate not being appreciated for the work I do for things people appreciate other people for. Always they say "the singing is good, the singing is excellent" when I'm with Neko. What the hey, people? Haha. I have mental damage, I suppose? Yes.

So long story short of the story of the incident that pissed me off. I'm starting to sound like Daniel Handler aka Lemony Snicket here, but no, I will not go as low as to imitate the works and styles of others. Anyway, since I don't want to discriminate against this girl as I hardly know her, I will not mention what happened nor what she did. Anyhow, Cikgu Haiseh(our discipline teacher) saw my guitar and I got scolded. I know she's just doing her job, but hey, I could have been spared that. I went to the English department and got a minute(I owe you teachers gratitude. I know it was a lot of work for you guys to type that thing in the Malay version. Don't worry, my BM sucks as much. Thank you.)

And a little word of advice to that ************* **** of a *****. XD

: Learn to respect others' guitars and think of others please. Thank you.

I hope she learns her lesson one day. Soon. The HARD WAY.

Now that I've dropped that subject, I feel better. Heh. School today might've been cool, 'cause we went to the library, the reading room, I got to skip two classes and passed my MIB.
I watched the EMA's just now on television. Awesome performances. And Lewis Hamilton presenting an award to Avril Lavigne? He was trying to sound like Snoop Dogg, being black and all. Pity it clashed with his all-so-sweet British accent. Sad man. Also, he got to hang out with the guys from My Chem. I'd envy him, but he's in a tight spot concerning his dad's cockiness and the whole McLaren-Ferrari triangle. Sucks for that. Kimi Raikkonen DOES deserve the Championship. If only I was a lawyer, Ferrari, hire me!

So we just sat down for training today...

I want to sim... But it's night time... Weird things happen when you sim at night. >.< Should I or should I not? Maybe I should wait for a while, see if there's anyone online who's worth chatting to. Or maybe I could just turn on my radio and play Hey My Friend?

That particular Japanese song is one which I need to re-learn 'cause we're doing it again on Tuesday(I think) and I've forgotten the chords and the format. Whoopsie. Something tells me I should practice more.
Our English speech competition performance is going well, but we're far from perfect. Though I have gotten the chords for the bridge of When Will I See Your Face Again. For those who are curious, it's A Dm G A A Dm E(the fabled missing chord) A. Personally, I think it's the best of the three. Neko insists on thanking her "Lalameen" on stage, referring to him as "a certain someone". I've already gotten my part down, which is shaking my head and looking away, pretending I don't know her. =)

Since I have absolutely nothing to talk about though I want to talk(or write/type for that matter) about, I'm going to blabber endlessly about a book I'm reading right now. It's called What Do You Say After You Say Hello? by Eric Berne.
It's a psychology book, which I'm secretly fond of, don't tell anyone. It's basically about how your life script is written, and you know what? I'm just going to copy what's on the back cover.

What Do You Say After You Say Hello? explains what makes the winners win, the losers lose, and the in-betweens so boring...

Sounds interesting isn't it? Well if you don't like thick books that are full of words in teeny font and weird diagrams, don't read it. Take my word for that.

One awesome accent.

Happy birthday Myra! Heheheh. I enjoyed the two days where I was officially one year older than you. XD
Wani didn't come to school this morning. Even on Myra's b'day. Hope she's not sick or anything. Btw, Maz gave me this whole packet of lollipops.

Today we skipped Science class. They changed today to Monday's timetable 'cause well, there wasn't any CCA. So we just pretended to "forget" about class. Sir never came looking for us anyway. Though when Neko and I saw him later in the canteen we ran for our lives.

Angie cried during break. So much for "coolness". I didn't notice but that was what the guys told me later on. Well, can't blame me for being such an insensitive clod(yes you can, actually). But I heard Neko saying, "I can't live without kaka Angie." Oh god.
I told her, "Well you were alive the day before yesterday."

Even weirder, I saw the gay jerk again on the way to class. He saw me carrying my guitar and he asked me what time I was going home(presumably he wanted to borrow my guitar). I told him during lunch.
Even even weirder, was that I saw him again(no he's not stalking me, it's just a coincidence) on my way back to the bus where he asked me if I was going home. It's either he wasn't thinking or what, I don't know. I wasn't even listening. He has this cool westernish non-american accent though. No wonder he gets to be the MC.
So quote, "The only thing I like about that guy is his accent. So there." XD (just kidding. He's o-kay.)

M.Y.B. #10 (& #11???)

I'd like to welcome Fizah to the M.Y.B. family. For being such an awesome person. XD

Number 11, though...hmm... Neko invited her "kaka Angie" to join... I don't know whether it's official or not though. It was in the gym with the form fours and suddenly Neko comes up to me and says, "Hey bro! Meet MYB number 11!"

And I go, "Okay, what the hell did I miss?"

So Angie explains later, "It's my coolness. You cannot resist my coolness. You have to have my coolness."

Yes, -.-".

So it was my lucky day(sort of, I may be sarcastic) today, my birthday present tally went up from an expensive fridge magnet, two cards, a picture and three Archie digests to an expensive fridge magnet, two cards, a picture, three Archie digests, four lollipops(one eaten one given to Neko[sadly]) and one awesome chain with some...uh...round circle thing. Very cool though.

Then, I met Muiz aka Mr Gay Jerk on my way leading Meza up to some room where the Junior Speech Comp. semis were held. He called me "gay lover" and I discovered he was going to be the MC(again) AND he had to watch us suck(again). Uh oh. My two former bandmates are really going to be the end of me. And so are the English staff. They're kinda beginning to hate me. Note to self: DO NOT ENTER ENGLISH STAFFROOM UNTIL NEXT YEAR.

I have to go and do my Science corrections now, where I will be writing in pencil "because this question is stupid" for the reason of the answer. I feel heartbroken. Wani beat me by ONE mark. I repeat: WANI BEAT ME. *sniff*
Sir Raymie told me, "Next time, study." One day I'm going to have to take his advice.

Birthday Greetings.

Text messages...(in chronological order)

"Good morning ya wen. Wishing you happy bday, enjoy urself. Btw, do u have elicia's hp no? Can i have it?" -Dad's cousin, Ah Fang.

"Dearest M.Y.B. #5, a very very HAPPiE BiRTHDAY TO YOOO~!!! 14 oleady hehe...Makin tuha sudah...Hohoh! I pray 4 ur seccess n health n our dreams to fulfill! To me, ur d best guitarist ive ever known though there's other pros as well! We're best frens/neighbours/clasm8s/busm8s/bros 4 lyfe! N i thank u 4 teaching me in my studies,nw i get to pass my exams! +::HappiEBirthdaYBro::+!! x) from the kitty next door,#4 p.S:we stil have prctce to do later,hehe" -Neko (yes, we do have to practice. We still suck like urgh)

"Yo HAPPY BDAY . . . . . . . . . . ;) . . . . . . . . *** . . . . SeE ya toMoROW . . . . .YAWEN YAWEN VAWEN ! ! ! ! ! ! Myb #5, love froM#1" -Maz (Vawen???)

"hey there birthday guurrl.. Good Morning!! happy birthday! How old are you now? 35? 54? Hahaha. May your celebration be as wonderful as how you would've imagine. *whadda heck?* HAHA..
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!
it's today right? ;)" -Myra

"Bruce Lim XD HAPPY 14TH BIRTHDAY! :D Happy always! :D

Oh btw, ur fon can recve mms kah yawen?" -Wani

"Hepi bday my dear yawen!!Hahah may god bless u & gudluck in whatevr it is that u do.Wish u all the best ;-) Happy birthday!!" -Jurainah (you better, dude. We're performing on YOUR birthday.)

"Yo, HAPPY 14th BIRTHDAY man. Sorry, it nearly, almost, very closely slipped my mind. Haha, kidding. Actually, i skipped class and slept in. Not celebrating, huh?" -Stella (well, I went out for pizza and had an egg tart for a birthday cake. Does that count?)

"Happy Birthday! Wish u a happy birthday, may ur wishes come true =>" -Baoxin

"Happy birthday YaWen!!! May god bless u.. N hope u'll stay longer. :) btw im sorie, i greet a lil' bit l8. K, bye, wanna go for ugama.. C ya.. Happy birthday!!!" -Syaz

"Happy birthday! Yawen! ;-) WISHING A HAPPY B'day!" -Cindy

"Hap pi buth tay to my dear princess. ;-) hope you enjoy your special day :) from the most handsome ku2" -Cindy's dad. (My uncle. What's up with princess? *looks down at own blog name* Nevermind.)

"Happy birthday **bunch of assorted animations**" -Uncle Jeff

"Hey!sorry 4 d late greeting but happy b'day!~i bought a present 4 myra n u weeks ago. . .well, u might think my present is very random,but i'm gonna give it 2 u 2mro.anyways, hope u lyk it. Happy birthday! :)" -Naimah (Myra's birthday is on the 15th)

"Happy birthday! So sorry totally forgot about it" -Uncle John

"Happy birthday!" -Nadia (from taekwondo)

The rest of the greetings can be found in my Friendster... And MSN. Take my name off your nicks, people! XD

Hey There... Is your name Delilah?

"No," I repeat for the fifth time that morning. "It's Hey There Delilah."

"Hey," Neko sings. "No, wait, hey, hey oh damn it HEY!!!"

I groan. What's so damn hard about the hey? Just get the pitch right. Get the key. Get the kunci, or whatever. I play the intro again. I had spent the previous half hour trying to teach her how to play the fancy notes for the When Will I See Your Face Again intro. Now I know how frustrating it was when Hadi tried to teach me all those other songs. I'm so sorry, dude!

So back to the topic. We didn't even finish playing a single song, apart from One Last Breath, where we were trying to get our performing mood back on. Altogether, today's practice session did NOT work out.

CIV update:
I have set up a new city called Chestnut. A thriving town with a population of... oh... I don't know. I suck at this game. Seriously. The capital of Hell is called Peanut. I really am a sad person.

Multi-listening: Two ears for everyone.

I was at my dad's friend's place this afternoon for lunch. Pretty boring, considering the rest of the guests were either little kids or grown-ups who paid least attention to me whatsoever. Which is good. I like it that way.

So I sat down on one of the chairs at the dining table and strained my ears to hear what everybody was trying to say at the same time. Over at the kids's section they were screaming something about chicken, the dads' about some guy being CEO and the mums' about parenting. My mind kind of went berserk. Not good for the health. Please don't try this at home. Or wherever you are.

I made my escape at one o'clock, when my mum left the gathering to send me and Jan(who arrived late) to town. I had a meeting with my friends at The Mall(yes, that mall) and Jan went to see his friends at Escapade. One thing I know for sure now...I'm such a shortie compared to them. *sniff* Not my fault. Blame the genes.

Stardust was a kinda okay movie, the storyline was fine. It wasn't exactly witty, but the accents made it seem quite a nice change from all the American movies I'd been watching.

I'm kinda busy, preparing myself for the next week. We have two performances on the 20th and 21st respectively. It's the time of the year where Neko and I practice hard in order not to make fools of ourselves like last time. So embarrassing. The good thing is that we'll have plenty of time for practicing. Monday and Tuesday have been made official school holidays for my school. Yay!

MS so doesn't suck that way.

Of the English staffroom and crying.

I spent half of school standing outside class, catching the breeze. Man, was it hot today. Also, I had made up at least ten excuses to make a visit to the staffroom, the sweet airconditioned staffroom.

The teachers in the English staffroom kicked me out with a bribery of a biscuit after standing under their airconditioner for at least ten minutes. Strangely enough, I accepted. I guess I didn't want them to be against me. After all, they were the ones I had to turn to if our discipline master ever did confiscate my guitar. Support of the English staff. Pretty reassuring.

Enough of all the aircon talk. Now have you ever wondered why people cry and then won't tell you what they're crying about? It's pretty ridiculous, I think, because obviously when you cry it's kind of like this plea for help and attention. So if they don't tell what the problem is then nobody would be able to help them and they would end up making their friends feel bad. Unless their friend is me. Somehow I don't find much sympathy for people who cry. *My mum thinks I have this mental problem concerning pity. It just doesn't come to me, you know.*

Crying people, frankly, when they cry, scare me. I just don't know what to do. I have a choice of either comforting them, just standing there and blankly staring at them, or leaving them alone. Mostly I choose the second option unless I have some way of clogging up the tears. And rest assured, I'm no good at that.

Purpose of Extra-Curricular Activities

"To show in your CV one day that you were not only good in studies, but also that you were good in other activities as well."

So said our head of CCA.

But that is only a very rare case. So says I, "To show that not only you sucked at your studies, but also that you sucked in every other activity you have ever joined."

Does anyone know anything about the bridge chords for Jamie Scott and The Town's song, When Will I See Your Face Again? It's something like A Dm G A and the rest I don't know. Neko's getting her *cough cough* boyfriend to figure it out but I doubt he can. No offence.

I wish my life were a lot less simpler. And that I could just get that Macbook I wanted (that runs Leopard). My dad got me an iPod Touch, but since my eMac runs Mac OSX 10.3.9, I can't use it. So now we have to go out and try to get Tiger because my eMac can't run Leopard. It's like having the tastiest slice of cake in the world in front of you to eat but you have your mouth sewn shut. Argh.

No, I'm not pessimistic, just in a bad mood.

Lectures.

- Not recommended for groups of 300 students with short attention spans.

- Not to be given by three serious looking teachers in a span of three hours.

- Said teachers are not recommended to wear pink.


One good thing about this morning's talk was that it was in the gym. With air conditioning. Good, sweet aircon. How I'd love you so much more if you didn't emit those CFCs people are talking about.
So anyway, we were actually quite okay with it, being interactive until that very point when we just couldn't care anymore. The school's head disciplinary teacher had taken custody over the microphone, where she was standing clad in a shocking pink baju kurong saying something about school discipline. I was already nodding off to sleep when I noticed the words 'Membawa barang-barang elektronik- Mp3, mp4, iPod dll' and 'Alat muzik- membawa gitar' under 'Kesalahan disiplin yang sering dilakukan oleh pelajar-pelajar'.
I nudged Neko, who was sitting next to me. We were had all committed those crimes. My iPod was in my pocket and her mobile phone was in her bag. I had brought my guitar to school the day before. Uh oh.

Then before the CCA briefing, I met a friend of mine, who's friend told me the guitar rule was actually made up by the disclipine teacher herself. Hmm. That triggered some thought.

From the CCA briefing, I discovered a few things that might come in handy for future reference:-

1. Never arrive late for any briefing of any kind.

2. School CCA forms are ridiculous. A quarter of the clubs are for older kids, another quarter you have no idea what they are, and the other half are clubs you wouldn't want to be caught dead in.

3. Aerobics -something you shouldn't do with a CCA form crammed in your pocket, and in between two people who are seemingly over-vigorous and have no idea what they're doing.

4. My school disclipine master heads the club 'Modern Dancing." O.o

I will leave you now with that final disturbing thought. I need to go and decide which club I should join...