Happy birthday Faiza/Fizah.

Got home ten minutes before five in the afternoon. Spent all afternoon wasting time.

But 'twas time wasted in a (sort of) useful way. The gang met up at the teacher's cafe as usual, then Naimah and Zakie went home. We lagged all the way to the canteen to buy lunch, then up the stairs again to the third floor, then back down, then up again to the top floor of the Asrama Puteri.

I, as usual, complained all the way. But this time, I had company. After I said, "I love stairs. I really love stairs."

She continued, "Oh yeah, I love stairs too. I wish they had more stairs in school. We need more stairs."

"Definitely. We'll need so many stairs, we'd have to use them to get to classes on the same floor..."

We hung out at the Surau. I was a bit hesitant (okay, really hesitant) to be there for several reasons. One, I'm not a Muslim, two, we were using phones and cameras and iPods (banned electrical appliances), three, we were listening to music real loud and watching Neko and Fatin dance. 

Then My and Fatin had to go and climb up onto the roof. Fatin freaked. Man, it was funny to watch her climb in baju kurong. XD

I stayed like the *cough* good girl I was *cough cough* and didn't climb. It was funny from where I was standing.

And since it was Photo Editing day today, I brought my camera. So did Myra. Then we clicked away like sakai tourists. 

I've found a new hobby. Taking pictures of "no". In addition to the ones I found in Neko's cross-stitch book and the one she stitched, I found another one today.

"Say NO to drugs."

No, I can't. Without drugs, so many people would be dead already. 

The computers at school wouldn't detect my pen drive, 'cause I use Mac. Sucks!

This is a video I took of us being complete idiots. In clockwise, Myra's on my direct left (drinking juice), Wani (loudest voice), Neko (cross-stitching), Fizah (absent-mindedly mixing with salad and oreo cream with a fork), Maz (just being herself). 

I like the bit where Wani asks me in a quiet voice after she says "electrical appliances", "Yawen, what are you doing?"

Then she mouths, "Video?" and points to Neko, where I swing the camera over to her. 

Also, note how many times they say "Yawen". It's a bad habit of theirs. Must get them to stop saying it one day.

My pendrive is alive!

Alvin and the Chipmunks. So squeaky! 

Neko lent me her Alvin and the Chipmunks soundtrack CD; it's all in my iTunes now. 

I feel good. Training was very...entertaining? But all the same, I feel good. That feeling that I'm exercised and tired, it's good.

I'm staying back tomorrow after school. No, I'm not out of my mind if that's what you're thinking (to me, any extra time in school is completely wack), it's Fizah/Faiza's birthday tomorrow. I'm not sure how her name is spelt, but I say "Fiza". Anyway, wrong spelling or not, it's her birthday and I haven't gotten her anything.

Naimah, who always gets us presents, said, "Oh crap," when I told her about that. I'm planning to get her something 'cause she's cool. She's my partner in filming the documentary on the "endangered species", book reading and wackiness. 

I was about to do my History essay when I decided to look for my beloved adorable pendrive, which I had lost last year. Since I couldn't find it two weeks ago (I turned my whole study inside-out) the day before Photo Editing club, I slacked with the effort. Surprisingly enough, my gaze caught a two bags full of miscellaneous scrap paper and magazines. Peering cautiously into the first one, my search was to no avail. But when I reached the second paper bag, something told me to give it a little shake to see if the bell attached to my pen-drive jingled. And it did. 

You don't know how happy I was. I just couldn't afford to lose something that cute and valuable.

I'm taking another kind of cough medicine now, and it tastes worse than the last. Argh. Just argh.

During English, I took out my Viking book (which I haven't finished in three weeks) to the Reading Room. Ms Anne asked me, "What book is that?"

So I let her read the summary at the back. Maybe she wasn't into Norse men killing each other in the eleventh century. "Is it good?"

"Yeah.." I answered, trying to think of  something more to say. "It's very well planned." 

Well, I couldn't say, "Yeah, it's a terribly good book. The series involves castrated men, criticism of Christianity, corruption, murder, vikings, and the main protagonist 'doing it' with the wife of the King of England," could I? 

Since we were such a good class today, we got to watch "Whale Rider" for half an hour. Why do I say we were good? It was 'cause all twenty-four of us sat down and read silently, including the boys. I'm so proud of you guys. *grabs tissue and blows nose* 

What? My nose is a bit runny now, okay? 

When I met Fatehah at the Menglait entrance by coincidence,  she asked me, "Do you have a cold?"

And I replied, "Do I? Oh yeah, it's been going on for weeks. Do I sound funny to you?"

"Yeah... A bit."

It seems that nothing has changed during my two week absence. Sir's still dishing out crazy punishments and orders (where he asked one boy to ask the ping-pong players to be quiet, and another to be coach for the night), the sparring scheme folks are still being strictly treated (lucky I'm not one of them), the kiddies are still cute, and the rest of that.

I was forced to stand in that particular corner again, the one where you have to say "Charyeot, kyungre" (spelling?) and then bow. 

It kinda sucks to be the only one from my batch. Guys, I want you back, you hear me? Ditch your black-belt authority and join the ranks of the brown twos! Muahaha.

'Everything' -Michael Buble

I've got homework~

Nothing new, is it? Everyday more homework. It's what these teachers like to do, and it's driving me crazy. I cannot live with piles of work to do when I get home. Usually I look forward to playing games a little, then relaxing while watching television. But nooo, not nowadays. Rgh.

Homework = stress~!

The pictures here are of my English homework. Draw a picture imagining yourself snorkeling. So...yeah. It doesn't matter if you can't decipher my writing, but the whole concept here is me getting eaten by a shark. 

If I really do get eaten by a shark one day, which I seriously hope not, I wish to donate my mutilated body to a good cause (shark food?).  

To be honest here, I actually like my shark. I've never drawn one upright before. All my others were so retarded. And when I say retarded, I mean retarded. You know, ugly type that looks like a kindergartener's scribble? Those.

I went on an illegal song downloading spree this afternoon. Neko came over to return my nail file and update her iPod shuffle. She was supposed to bring over her Alvin and The Chipmunks soundtrack, but she forgot. I want that Bad Day song! So cute.

I'm listening to Lily Allen now. Oh my God, I can't believe it. XD Mark Ronson, you're one cool fellow, yeah? 

What else did I download..? Vertical Horizon's "Everything You Want". The lyrics are quite meaningful, in a way. It's quite religious, actually. It's a Christian band.

"Everything You Want"

Somewhere there's speaking

It's already coming in

Oh and it's rising at the back of your mind

You never could get it

Unless you were fed it

Now you're here and you don't know why 

But under skinned knees and the skid marks

Past the places where you used to learn

You howl and listen

Listen and wait for the

Echoes of angels who won't return

He's everything you want

He's everything you need

He's everything inside of you

That you wish you could be

He says all the right things

At exactly the right time

But he means nothing to you

And you don't know why 

You're waiting for someone

To put you together

You're waiting for someone to push you away

There's always another wound to discover

There's always something more you wish he'd say 

But you'll just sit tight

And watch it unwind

It's only what you're asking for

And you'll be just fine

With all of your time

It's only what you're waiting for 

Out of the island

Into the highway

Past the places where you might have turned

You never did notice

But you still hide away

The anger of angels who won't return 

I am everything you want

I am everything you need

I am everything inside of you

That you wish you could be

I say all the right things

At exactly the right time

But I mean nothing to you and I don't know why

And I don't know why

Why

I don't know

Eyeballs~!!

My hands still smell of a mixture of soap and eyeball juice.

The dissection, you ask? Well....it was FUN! Hah! Yeah! Pure damn awesome. Haha. I like eyeballs. So squishy. 

So we went down to the lab after English, some of us carrying plastic bags as far away from ourselves as possible.

Then we entered. The moment of "eyeball-y" truth had come.

Well, to tell you the truth, I made a visit to the toilet beforehand. And when I came back, everyone had left me and my grossly pink (it was the only one I could spare) bag of eyeballs outside. 

My teacher then proceeded to check everybody's eyeballs like an optician, only in a more gruesome way. She selected one and requested the class to come forward and watch her cut up some unfortunate cow's eyeball.

She started with snipping off all those lumpy fat and meaty bits (which made me repeat "I'm never eating beef again" over and over again) followed by poking a hole in the side and cutting it into hemispheres.

While we watched with either really disgusted or amused/interested looks on our faces, 'cher took out the lens, peeled out the iris, and followed it with more prodding and squeezing. 

Oh man, it so rocked. Since I had a nice pair of orbs (I'm trying to use a word other than "eyeball" here), I gave one to Nabil's group. So Syaz, Baoxin and Sil Suan made him pull one out of the plastic bag with a pair of scissors since he wouldn't touch it. 

Then Stephanie and I looked at Fazrul. He reached in bravely and pulled out...the winning lottery numbers! Oh no, sorry, salah info. Hold on, Jan's making me watch this video of two guys singing the Pokemon theme and abusing a stuffed Pikachu. Hilarious. Yes, Youtube is back on. Retarded videos all around!

*warning, squishy details comin' through*

When we cut it in half, all the juice came oozin' out. I thought I'd broken the vitreous humour (funny, you know, as in humour) for a second there. Lucky I didn't though, so we had the chance to see it slop out like egg yolk in the hands of a very inexperienced cook. Ah. Such joy. Then 'cher came over and showed us a chunk of cow (this is what I call beef, okay?) with the skin still on it and a socket for an eyeball. She pointed to the eyelashes and prodded her finger into the emptiness where an eyeball had once sat, giving the pleasure of sight to a cow. I doubt viewing the shiny, shiny knives of your butcher was very pleasant though. Sad.

I'm done with the eyeball part of my post, if you're starting to feel a bit sick right now.

The GCE O-level results came out this morning. With the A-levels too, I think. Either way, this left the Pra-Us hopping about with joy or sorrow, I do not know. Quite a few had whipped up their phones from their pockets and had started dialing numbers even when they were banned in school. Ah... What a sight to see. Congratulations to those satisfied with their results, and a "try harder next time" for those who weren't.

This reminds me of PMB results. If I don't want to be disappointed, I'd better start working. Heh. See yahs.

Prof. Snape sings! Hah!

After watching Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street, my dad decided to use the emergency exit out. We ended up stuck on a patio/balcony on the second floor of the Seri Q-Lap mall, all thanks to a chain and padlock that held the doors in place. 

You see, the emergency doors led out, and there was another pair that led back into the building. There was a woman who saw me wave frantically, stopped and stared for a brief moment, then left. Talk about being helpful. 

So my dad made a phone call to a friend of his who so happened to coincidentally own MVision.

Within ten minutes, a guy came and opened one of one-way doors to let us back in. There's a lesson to be learnt here, folks, don't chain up doors in case of an emergency. Also, take the time to glance into the glass doors right opposite the large "Transformers" display just in case someone meets with the same fate we did. Thank you. 

Now on with the movie, Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street. I just love saying that.

"There was a barber and his wife, she was beautiful,

there was a movie on his life, and it was beautiful,

it was directed by Tim Burton, and it was beautiful,

I loved the movie so, for it was beautiful."

So bloody awesome. No, I am not using profanities, I am merely describing it as "bloody and awesome". XD

So British, it was. Johnny Depp was brilliant. Didn't know he could sing that well though. 

This movie was also the first time I had ever heard the guys who acted as Severus Snape and Nathaniel/Peter Pettigrew (Enchanted/Harry Potter) sing. Plus, that British-cum-Spanish guy looked an awful lot like Fernando Alonso... He made me nudge my dad over and over again to mouth, "Alonso!"

Overall, it was a terrible morbid and slightly funny movie with brilliant picture. 

I'm never going to look at meat pie the same way again. This is why I avoid mysterious meat at all costs.

While I'm on the topic of meat(even saying this word makes me want to puke, I'm serious), I've got cow eyeballs to dissect tomorrow. Oh man, I want to do it, but I do not want to throw up during Science. It's terribly disgusting. I'm really weak in the stomach area when it comes to these things. 

The snails we did in Form 1 were a thousand times better. Adorable. But eyeballs? I like eyeballs, but not the meat. Please, not the meat. Oh God. Nor the smell. I can't stand the smell of rotting or uncooked meat. AAARGH. Please, have mercy on my soul and temporarily disable my smell receptors tomorrow lest I vomit.  

Don't get me wrong here, I'm not being squeamish (maybe I am) about this. I'm actually looking forward to cutting up eyeballs. It's just that I'm very easily nauseated (doesn't that mean squeamish, in a way?).

Seriously, who is our assistant monitor this year?

Extra Maths wasn't as bad as I had expected it to be. I mean, all we did were assignment corrections and received new notes of which I haven't read yet (I merely glanced at them, all right? All I saw were triangles with a lot of text).

So my day pretty much went like this...

- Woke up around three times last night for no apparent reason. Sleep was loaded with weird dreams I don't think I'll tell anyone about.

- Finally got up at the right time. Managed to be earlier than the bus.

- Realised I was on duty. Spent ten minutes trying to decide which crappy broom to use, only to run out of sweeping time. 

- Refused to dance for the school's CNY celebration. Left the meeting promptly to return to Commerce (what choice did I have? It was either petty cashbooks or traditional dance. Give me the cashbooks any day).

- Told my Science teacher I have astigmatism, longsightedness and shortsightedness all at the same time. She seemed awfully interested by the fact I didn't need glasses.

- Had lunch. Yes, this is interesting, because Maz and Fizah made a huge deal of it. Maz was like,"Yawen makan! Cute!" I don't know. It's not cute. I eat everyday too, all right? Just that I hardly eat in school doesn't make it a "memorable moment".

Neko skipped extra class today. She had this dental appointment. Hm. When she told Fazrul, he told her to get some form he called the "form escape class". Haha. Our monitor has serious issues. One, he's married to Empress Dowager Tzu-hsi, two, he's a monkey, three, he's got a big butt, and lastly, he calls me Yawiz (I'm not telling you why).

The SSRU results came out today, leading everyone (almost) in form 3 to panic.

It was during lunch, and the monkey boy (Fazrul) was sitting on a chair, going "Aaahhh.......! SSRU SSRU SSRU my results...!"

"Fazrul," I said to him. "Chill."

"Easy for you to say. It's not you waiting for results, you know. You, and Zimah, and the rest of the Chinese."

He was so stressed up. You should've seen him during the SSRU exams. I could've sworn he was at the point of tearing all his hair out. If I'm calling his situation bad, then Khairul's was awful. He works his ass off all day. I just don't get how he can do that. Poor guys. So hardworking.

Then my dad messaged me to tell me he'd bought the cow eyeballs (including details on how the guy cut the bull's head with an axe and pulled them out). He also told me to bring my phone to school (and break a rule) to take pictures of the dissection. I kind of agree with him, actually. How many times in your life do you get to cut up cow eyeballs? Unless you become a butcher... But what are the chances of that happening?

Though I don't want to get caught. My dad assured me that it was all for "the sake of education" and he'd free my phone for me if I was as unfortunate as to have it get confiscated. Once again, I'm torn.

"And it was all yellow,"- Coldplay

I feel like celebrating. I just finished my BM homework all by myself, and yes, I'm proud of it. Though whether my answers are correct or not, that's another question. Remind me to check with Syaz tomorrow.

I've made a promise to myself I'll go for training on Wednesday. Miss the guys over there. Well, sorta. XD

Screw my knee. Who cares if it's trying to be uber annoying? Muahahaha. You have been warned, knee of mine. Thou shalt suffer. (Though I have just purchased a new knee support and applied Thermo-rub to it... I still love you, don't worry.)

I'm now debating whether I should take my pink cough medicine tomorrow morning and complete the 'three doses per day' prescription and risk being awfully lethargic and even falling asleep at school? 

To cap it off, I've got extra Maths class tomorrow, which means extra books and a broken back. 

The good news is, I've got my life back on track (spare the drug-induced drowsiness and knee annoying-ness). Yay. Wait, I meant, yay~!! *cough*

I'm wondering where Melvin's blog got my blog link... As far as I know, I've 

told less than ten people about the existence of this blog, and I see no connection. Oh well, life's big mysteries will remain unsolved, just like that UFO seen in by the residents of Stephenville in Texas recently. It's all over the news, even featured on Larry King Live. 

I'm awfully envious of those alien folk. Why on earth (or in the universe) do they get better technology than we do? But since I've watched those AVP movies, I can't say they have it better. 

What I can say, though, is that it could be a lot better here on Earth. I don't want to sound too like Al Gore, or be too preachy, but there's only one Earth we have to live in, and if it's gone, boom, poof, no more humans. We're already slowly killing ourselves; car exhaust fumes, CFCs, greenhouse gases, improper disposal of waste, plastic bags... It's sad. I won't live to see it, but I'll do what I can to help now.

I think I'm done for now. I'm off to formulaf1.com and fakeferrarinews for some fun. 

Meanwhile, enjoy these pics I took on my phone camera test drive around my house.

My fat bunnies lazing in da sun... Why are you guys caged up? So kasian. But you'd sleep anyway, right?

Green, green, and more green. Oh look, there's a patch of sky on your right-hand upper corner.

This is what Tira saw when I asked her opinion on my house. Yes, it's ugly. XD

By the way, this was taken by my old phone's camera.

That's the front of Neko's house on the far left. This view's from a window upstairs.

I need to visit a rehab.

I still can't get over the fact that Effie reads my blog... Oh well. *If you're reading this, "HI!" XD*

So whattup today, you ask? Ping-pong balls (they went "poiiiiing" into the sky and rained on people's heads).  Gotta adore 'em. I think they're so cute. 

When we first arrived at the Asrama Puteri for our CCA, urm... There was nothing to do. So I made myself content with staring at the people experiencing the lovely art of Taekwondo for the first time ever. Guess who was teaching them? Sa bum nim. Sir. He was like, "So you're schooling here? Didn't recognise you." Then he made that tudung sign with his hands. Hahah.

We had an extreme lack of tables. Two ping-pong tables for let's say, thirty or so people? This ended up in me, Wani and Myra sitting down and talking about...everything, ranging from Wan's new obsession with branded bags to dead people. Just don't ask me how we made such a transition, but yeah. It happened. 

My so called "ex-jodoh" was supposed to be in Table Tennis or something, but we think he and his friends left 'cause there was no teacher for the first half hour. Now he's Fizah's "jodoh", 'cause he's not carryin' the same bag as me no more. Yes! Thank you Fizah, for taking him off my list of "scandals, fiances and boyfriends".

Neko took International Dancing. She said they did the Macarena. Shake your asses, people..! Interestingly enough (I'm not surprised though), there were no guys in International Dancing. 

Fazrul changed from Permainan Tradisi to Gulingtangan. Now that's what I call interesting. Commerce teacher to Geo teacher. He suggested Kendo, but I urm...banned him from joining. Once again, don't ask.

I met Baoxin at 12.30 pm in the canteen, and her face was all pink and rosy (I won't say like a tomato here, I'm reserving that for Neko's 'after-dancing-and-then-got-exposed-to-the-scorching-sun' face). She said they(the guys at Permainan Tradisi) played "Cara". Oh man, what I would've given to see 'Cher Sofy play. No offense though.

I'm beginning to dislike Maths class, to be frank. Same routine over and over again. Nothing interesting ever happens. It's beginning to get as boring as Geo. And that's a big insult, coming from me. Speaking of which...I've got my Geography notes to fill out and colour. Such a tedious task. I seriously loathe graphs and maps with ridiculously strange numbers which leave me no choice but to take out my calculator and start punching in numbers. 

I can tell my calculator dislikes me as much as I dislike it. I believe it even gives me wrong answers when I'm not looking. Hence, it has earned the name, "Calculator of Death and Destruction." But never mind, we're beginning to bond over tangent, sine and cosine ratios.

3R has a got their BM test on the fifth day of CNY.... ARGH. I can't do it.

I just don't have the will to study anymore, you know. I feel like I can't do it. Nothing's going into my mind. Nothing's being absorbed anymore. I can't focus. This sucks. I need more sleep, and maybe a smaller dose of drugs. 

My dad thinks I'm turning into a drug addict; I mentioned to a few days ago that drug-induced sleep was the best sleep I've had in ages. My life is in ruins. 

Can someone supply me with a broom and dustpan, please? Along with a bucket of water and a mop, if possible. Because, along with breaking the English grammar rule about not starting a sentence with the word 'because', I'm turning SOBER. 

(Yes, I once turned to drinking my dad's beer every night just so I could sleep better.)

No, I do not have "damam".

I don't know why, but when I try to recall what happened in school today, I can't remember a thing. 

Hold on.

What day is today? Wednesday. What time is it? Forty minutes past seven pm. Where should I be right now? Menglait. Oh crap. 

My knee still won't get better. 

I'm still trying to remember this morning... Memory failing. Please reinsert memory stick. 

I know we had a Geo revision test...and then the reading room...but what happened before that? Oh, Science. 

We got to stand outside the lab with magnifying glasses and peer at our peers. It made us look so "sakai". Nonetheless, it was cool. I never knew magnifying glasses could be so awesome with their concave lenses and focal points. Yes, this is me calling Science class 'cool'. 

We met Mr Meer on the way to the parking lot, and Neko had this argument(friendly one) with him about not wanting to join the choir this year 'cause of PMB.

"Sir," Neko pleads. "I don't want to be in the choir this year; PMB!!"

"Well I don't care. I want you back in the choir," then he turns to look at me. "And you too."

"Sir~~!"

"NO, I don't want to!" we say in unison.

Then he turns to Neko again. "I want your singing voice in the choir this year."

 

Seeing Neko exasperated, I tell him, "Sir, think of it this way. You let her concentrate on her PMB this year, you get three- no wait, four years of her in the choir. If you don't, most likely she'll flunk and get kicked out and no more choir ever. Am I right?"

And he says, "Yes, I know, PMB. Then Form four, Form five again."

"But if she gets kicked out-"

"I know, I know. Four years..."

"You see? Right?"

"I know," Mr Meer gestures for me to stop. "I know, I know, I know."

Either it was that I was really annoying, or what. I'd go with annoying. I know that I am. 

My voice is still dying, by the way. My friends are all asking me, "Yawen, kau damam kah? Your voice..."

No, for your info, I am not sick. I'm healthy. Very... very healthy. It's just my voice that likes to die on me. I hate it when that happens. I need more water.

Nice.

By some near miracle, I've managed to reduce my stack of homework to that Malay thing I'll do tomorrow. Which I hope I can complete before the deadline (that's tomorrow). And this is a case when I say complete, I mean copy off somebody else who bothered to go to all the trouble and look up the answers. Heh. XD

School today saw no improvement whatsoever. 

Wanna know why? I'll tell you why.

It started off with all that stair-climbing to get to class, which didn't help my thirst after giving Neko some Commerce 'tuition-ing' in the bus, or rather, scribbling answers on for her in pencil during a bumpy bus ride. Upon entering said classroom, I noticed our electricity had been cut off again (CRAPZilla, man!). Then I joined a newly formed club at one side of the class dubbed by Zal as "Kelab Membuat Last Minute Homework". It's such a great place. Anyway, I took out my Geo workbook, scribbled down a few last-minute 'hantam-hantam' answers and then passed it to the others to be circulated amongst the group.

First subject of the day was none other than the infamous Geography, so when the teacher walked in, we hastily hid the remnants of our rushed homework under our desks. She then proceeded with the lesson, a phrase which here means criticising our silence and comparing us to her other so-much-better classes, teasing us about having the Aborigine men for boyfriends, telling us to wake up (what could we do? It had all the contributing sleep factors: heat, humidity, boring subject), making us answer questions which apparently had no truly correct answer, and finally giving us more notes (here where she called me 'overconfident' for not bringing my file. I hate that word. Sucks). At least she says my name right.

Next up was...MIB, where we discussed how His Majesty the Sultan could be so fit and we couldn't, which was followed Commerce.

Ah, Commerce. It was a simple lesson today, with some short question answering and free time after passing-up. 

IRK was funny; our new teacher talked about if the world was full of guys, it would be "semuanya gay". Hahaha... Brilliant. Oh the gayness. 

To top it all off, every girl (apart from those who were sick and didn't take part) in my class had a major discomfort in the thighs and back due to that sakit- I mean, circuit training we did yesterday. Ouch.

And last but not least...English class.

We moved to 3U for the air conditioners (it was empty) and then Ms Anne made us copy stuff on PMB English Paper 1. After that came the more interesting bit. She told us things we should and shouldn't do when writing a narrative. Among those listed:-

- Never begin a story with, "Everyone in the world has...." (This beginning apparently makes the English teachers scream with agony every time they see it)

- Never end a story with, "...I woke up and it was all a dream." (Teachers hate crappy storylines)

- Never use the word nice. (It's too commonly used)

- Never write "THE END" at the end of a story.

Hence, it prompted me to narrate this story on our way home in the bus (with the homework question she gave us, 'insert "Suddenly, everything went quiet," in your composition'):

"Everyone in the world has a brain. I have a brain too. With my brain, I can do all sorts of nice things. For example, one of the nice things I did with my nice brain was this...

I woke up one nice morning, sat up in my nice bed in my nice room. I knew it was going to be a nice day. Suddenly, I heard a nice sound. I recognised the nice music as the one from those nice ice cream trucks. 

So I hopped out of my nice bed, changed into my nice clothes, brushed my nice teeth and hair, and went out of my nice house. I walked along the nice pathway where the nice ice cream truck was waiting. The weather sure was nice.

Suddenly, everything went quiet. I looked up at the nice ice cream truck and called out to the nice ice cream man. 

"Hey, nice ice cream man! Nice day we have here. What happened to the nice music from your nice ice cream truck?" I called out.

"Nice day indeed," he replied. "I believe my nice truck's not so nice after all."

"Well, as long as it doesn't affect the nice ice cream," I said. "Ice cream isn't so nice once it melts."

I then handed the nice ice cream seller a few nice shiny coins given to me by my nice parents with my nice manicured hand. I purchased some nice chocolate ice cream. I waved the nice man in the nice ice cream truck goodbye and turned to walk back to my nice house along the nice path. I glanced at the nice sky to see it turning a nice shade of grey. It was going to rain. Rain poured rapidly, and as I rushed back to my nice house, trying not to get my nice shoes wet, I slipped and fell. Now that didn't feel very nice at all. 

I looked at my nice ice cream cone and noticed my nice scoop of ice cream I bought with my nice coins from the nice ice cream man had dropped onto the nice path. 

"Aaahh...!" I yelled. 

And then I woke up. It was all a dream.

THE END"

And before I got off the bus, I managed to say to Neko and Nazirul, "See you guys. Have a NICE day..!"

Mt Homework.

*takes deep, deep breath*

We have electricity~~!!! Yess!!

Ah... To have that familiar "whoosha whoosha" of the fans back in our ears was as enjoyable as the less stuffy air in class. We were all such idiots in the first place. 

A teacher walked by during break and asked me, "Is this your class?"

"Yeah," I replied, wondering what this teacher wanted with our ever-so-innocent 3R.

 

"Your current's back on."

I was ecstatic. But only briefly, as one is never satisfied (sadly). Now let's go and steal 3U's air conditioners. How unfair is it that the class right next to us has air conditioning? I was just telling my friends how we had aircons in Form 1, then degraded to fans in Form 2, and in Form 3, no electricity.

But hey, at least we've got our fans back!

Watch out, world, especially you, Mount Everest. Another mountain's comin' your way, and it's not one of those shorties. 

Behold, the ever-growing Mount Homework! 

I'm in so much trouble. 

So far I've managed to finish my Geo, which is due tomorrow. The rest I haven't done. And by 'the rest', I mean Science questions to answer, something from BM textbook to do, and some Maths assignment on "Application of Trigonometry". Copy questions. 

And if you look closer at the picture I posted, you can see two rubik's cubes that need solving, a story book I need to read (being flattened by my pencilcase), two History textbooks, my Geography books, and one hideous MS "Barney" purple exercise book. I think that's my Science. 

While I'm on the subject of Science, our cow eyeballs are due in the Lab next Monday. Eyeballs~... Eyeballs~... How can you not love to say that word?

"Ubat ini boleh menyebabkan mengantok."

Today marks eight weeks until The Australian Grand Prix. The race I'm seriously looking forward to is Fuji with no traction control. Skid out, Lewis. Please? The gravel calls for you like your tires call for being worn out. 

Enough F1 talk. I tend to blabber endlessly about it until my friends call me to shut up. I really should, actually. The only other girl my age I can talk about F1 to is Stella, but half the time she speaks of how "Kimi is so hot" and "how Lewis is such an asshole". It's still good talk though. Better than nothing. My dad used to watch with me, but he doesn't anymore. I assume it's due to the fact that I'm a much bigger fanatic that he is, hence he gets annoyed when I over-react: lose my cool. The few things that keep us together is that we both dislike Lewis' driving and we both support Takuma Sato and the rest of the Japanese co.

I feel sleepy. Cough medicine....wearing in....taking its toll...noooo. 

Yeah, I'm done. This stuff is overly sweet. I'm sure most dieticians would not approve of it, especially those in the diabetics department. To add to that, it's a sickly pink. 

Though if the syrup makes me better, I won't complain.

This is the part of my post where I explain to you I have nothing to write about. Let me think. Hold on...

*closes eyes. Concentrates real hard*

Bingo! I have it. I had pizza and pasta for lunch at Fratini's. I had pizza at Pizza Hut on Thursday night. I like pizza. In fact, when we did reflections in Science class, I mirrored the word 'pizza'. I can't see how one can resist the delights of cheese, tomato sauce and other toppings on a flat dough base. Especially when it's hot and the cheese is stringy and chewy. Ah... Please give me a moment to indulge in my imagination.

I like Indian food too. Heh. Conveniently born on Deepavali, I was. 

My dad used to tell me I was adopted from the circus and I was a terrifically ugly baby. No, wait, correction. He still does. Talk about being persistent with your theories. 

I wonder...steal Stephanie's gun?

A two-hour wait at the local clinic resulted in me being prescribed cough medicine (of which I don't dare consume; makes you sleepy) and some cream for my knee. 

Doctor says I have some "over-stretching of knee tendon". Hmm. I have half a clue what that means. And as for my cough, she assured me it was perfectly fine. I hope it's safe to trust her, but I was always the skeptic. No harm in that, is there?

I've got a roughly four pages of Geography homework waiting to be completed. Oh, how I detest that Geo workbook. Why are the questions always so stupid? Why can't they ask straightforward questions, like the ones we can actually understand? Why can't they demand answers that aren't so sad and ridiculous? Why is the textbook information at least ten years old? Why? Why? Why? It's Geography, that's why. 

I took one glance at the book and said, "I'm leaving that one, and that one, and that one too..." 

School, somehow the bane and joy of my life simultaneously. If only you had teachers that didn't abuse their powers. I'm not saying who, but I just want to let her know that I feel awfully sorry for her. She's making her students hate her even when I think she's a little decent. Sad. 

I like Jazz. Just had to say it, couldn't help. Jazz reminds me of The Sims. My dad used to love the music. 

I climbed three flights of stairs to get to my class to find Wani bursting out of her classroom and after a moment's pause to wipe her nose on a piece of crumpled tissue paper, yell at me as I passed by, "Yawen! I hate you!"

My reaction, as confused as I was, "That's nice. Thank you." With not even the slightest hint of sarcasm. It took me a few seconds later to figure out she did catch my "virus". Oops, my bad. XD And of course she couldn't really hate me. I think. 

Maz was attempting to use a public phone at noon, when the gang met up on our way to the buses. Her, Zakie and Fizah were staying back for Hadrah practice. I really want them to win that competition. Don't let MS down, guys. It sucks when that happens, ya know? I don't know if she managed to complete her task though, 'cause it was runnin' late and all. Had to go.

English class. Whole half-hour laughing our heads off. So worth it. We were divided into three groups, and each assigned an occupation and age.

Our scenario: A meteorite has crashed into Earth. Eight people find shelter underneath Mt. Everest (don't ask me how this happened, even Ms Anne herself doesn't know). We have a year's supply of food. The eight people are an elderly doctor, a captain of a naval ship, a gardener, an Olympic athlete, a twelve-year-old, an armed police officer, a teacher, and a scientist. 

Our mission: To send out (or kick out, in my opinion) two people to see if it's safe and to also save food supplies. Then somehow repopulate the Earth.

Each person has a chance to argue for their right to live.

Me (the Olympic athlete): Well... Face it, guys. I'm obviously so much fitter than the rest of you, so I'm going to live longer. Repopulation, guys, repopulation.

Stephanie: Send me out and I'll kill you. (She was the armed police officer. Obviously she had to stay)

Qilah (the child): I'm too young to die.

Firdaus, Baoxin and Syaz were the most productive, being the doctor, gardener and scientist respectively. So they were staying, along with the rest. Then it all came down to me, Nabil and Sheng.

Sheng (the teacher): Look, no teacher no doctor, no scientist, no gardener..! I'm a teacher, I know everything mah. Right? Right??

Nabil (the captain): I can...uh...steer ships. Wait, no ships underground, huh? Okay, I'll die. *raises hand up*

Me: So we vote?

Sheng: I vote Yawen.

The rest: Me too. 

Me: ...-.-" 

Fine. Kill me then. But the guys then made it up to me by telling me I get to see aliens. XD

K850i.

Fridays. Every time I wake up on a Friday, my first thought is: "Training."

But I didn't go today. Instead, I went out with my mum, brother, aunt and cousin to buy CNY stuff. I wasn't being lazy though. My dad wouldn't let me go because my knee has issues. What issues? I myself am not sure. It just hurts, and after Wednesday night, it started making cracking noises for a while every time I bent it. Urgh. Sucks.

Picking out Chinese New Year decorations weren't exactly hard, hot and dusty as it was. All you do is look for reasonably sized decorations with pictures of adorable mice on them. I can already tell it will be a good year for Disney and Mickey. The Mall Utama Grand has put up large cut outs of Jerry (from Tom and Jerry) in place of that retarded singing, hip-swaying clown-turned-santa they used to have. 

Hua Ho, on the other hand, has gone all CNY crazy (again). What with all the lavish decorations flaunting every single area of wall and blaring CNY music, it was pretty easy to tell the owner was Chinese. Not that we didn't know already...

We're supposed to have extra Maths class next Saturday, and the Saturday on the third day of CNY. I am seriously against staying back at school for an extra two hours of 'tan theta=O/A' or 'sin theta=O/H' or 'cos theta=A/H' on that day. I mean, it's CNY, for goodness' sake. Give us a break. 

My dad came home today and told me he bought a K850i. I was like, "I don't believe it. I haven't even started my tests yet!"

He told me his phone was breaking, which it indeed was, and he wanted to use my phone in exchange for a K850i. Oh man, cool phone. XD

There's a catch though. If I don't get those 'A's, I am going to feel bad for the rest of my life. I am so dead. Three more weeks. Not enough?

Macbook Air is out. To tell you the truth, I still like the original Macbooks more, no matter how slim the Air is. 

Dinie's in cross-stitch??

It was an extremely warm day at school today, not helped by our (still) not-working fans. And when it was dark and gloomy yesterday, we had no lights. Even our teachers have started to complain about the lack of Ben Franklin's almost-murderer, electricity.

To add to all that drama, my friends have started speculating that 'cher Sofy is indeed pregnant. But we like to keep secrets like this to ourselves, though I am absolutely sure news has already spread. There is a lot of evidence concerning her pregnancy, as my classmates point out.

They tell me she's not wearing high heels anymore, overheard teachers congratulating her and also claim to see a 'baby bump', which I haven't noticed. What I have noticed is that she seems more tired than usual, and more prone to lecturing her dear and dedicated Commerce students. 

This led to a funny incident yesterday I have forgotten to mention. Our commerce teacher caught Fizah copying homework off Maz and Zakie, and confronted her. Fizah told me it went something like this...

"Did you copy this?"

"Yes, cher."

"You're telling me you've copied your work since last year?"

"Yes, 'cher."

Oh man, I wish I could've seen it. You should've seen 'cher last year after she discovered we had poked holes through Fazrul's face in our class photo on the noticeboard. It was funny. But we (not me, all right?) had poked holes through everybody's face (including that of yours truly, me) anyway. 

CCA was okay, I guess. Digital Photo Editing. It started pouring in the middle of the session, and Mr Mike Saxon turned to us and said, "Now imagine what it would be like for those with sports CCAs this week." XD

These are some shots of my bus ride home. 

<-- A random picture. It was raining. 

Below, left to right: My view at the back, Nazirul's shoe (for Tira, of course), and more rain.

Above, left to right: We have entered a tunnel, some more trees and rain, and, "I see the light at the end of the tunnel! No, don't go towards the light!"

<-- Picture of Neko's first cross stitch attempt. Looks like a 'NO' from here. That's why I took it.

Geo=urgh.

I'm still coughing. That annoying cough just won't go away no matter what I do to it. Rrgh.

I believe this disease is very contagious. Either than that, it could be that the season where everybody gets a cold/flu/whatever is here. My brother's got the fever, my dad's coughing, and a lot of people who spend time with me are falling ill.

List of people who had been or still are sick this month:

1. Qilah (she sits behind me)

2. Stephanie (sits beside Qilah)

3. Syaz (sits next to me)

4. Baoxin (keeps reminding me to drink cough syrup)

5. Neko (I was waiting for her to catch my cold. XD So evil.)

6. Zakie (I'm awfully sorry)

7. Maz (At least you're not sick anymore)

8. Nai (Sorry sorry my bad)

9. My dad.

10. My brother.

11. 'Cher Sofy (A lot of my classmates have this theory that she's pregnant. Who knows?)

12. A few of my busmates were caught sniffing and coughing.

13. Wani told us this morning she felt she was coming down with something.

14. Nabil (claimed he had the 'support of the English' to miss school. Ms Anne told him not to come as he 'wasn't feeling very well')

Speaking of him, Khallaq sprained/twisted/fractured his leg or something, and he has a plaster cast and has to hobble around on crutches. Around the same time last year, Nabil got hit by a car and broke his leg; missed school for a month. When Khallaq walked into class, we starting laughing after a moment's pause. Oh the coincidence.

So I told my classmates: "Okay, whose turn is it next year?"

Principals and tears don't mix well.

I thought we could've skipped Geo today. But no, the principal had to go and make her last speech short. 

Our principal is leaving to do a course somewhere, and leaving us in the hands of (rumour says) a strict female principal from SMSAB. But it's only a rumour. Though the teachers themselves are spreading this one.

And she cried during her speech. Like Mr Jacob Chin during his last speech ever last year as principal of St Andrew's before he retired. I find it a tad disconcerting about these principals and their tear ducts. Why must they cry so? Why? Is it that they are leaving their once-in-a-lifetime chance of boasting about heading one of the best schools in Brunei? Or is it that they yearn our sympathy? A big question mark there. It's so much stress, I'd be glad to leave and take a break if I were them.

Maybe that could be my lack of EQ speaking. Who knows.

My dad made a deal with me over dinner. It was sort of like discussing a contract deal. But the terms are as follows, nice and simple:

If I get eight A1s for the next Topical Test, I'll get that phone I want. The Sony Ericsson K850i. 

Man, I'm such a sucker for camera phones. It's so sad. 

My mum though, she's now persuading me not to waste my dad's money. She's right, actually. Does this mean I won't have to get those 'A's? Loophole! Gotta love 'em. 

Also today, we have a new IRK teacher. He's cool, except he pronounced my name like 'cher Sofy (who's back in school now). She says it like this: "Ya win." Urgh.

I really don't like it when people can't pronounce my name. 

Oozed.

Our Commerce/form teacher's still on MC today... Heh. That made me look like a complete idiot.

I was standing outside class talking to the gang, keeping an eye out for her. After every sentence, I had to look stick my head out and turn left and right to see if she was coming. But as we all know, she didn't anyway. 

Our Science teacher told us to find cow eyes. How cool is that? At the same time extremely disgusting. I'm not a big fan of cow body parts. Like that time we had to poke cow lung, I was the only one in my group who actually dared to give it a squeeze. It oooozed, that's as much as I can tell ya. I wonder where I can obtain cow eyeballs for free. I mean, I'm not really willing to pay for something I'm going to cut up in a school Science lab and examine its contents with real intimate detail. 

My pals over at SAS have done the cow eyeball dissection last year, where they had mixed opinions on the subject. Some said t'was extremely cool, and some wouldn't even hold the knife up.

Now I need to go and quiz them on the whereabouts of cow eyeballs, though I am pretty sure if I visited the local abattoir... Hmm... Or paid a visit to those cows... 

How about fish eyeballs? We seem to eat plenty of those (not me). I guess human eyeballs are out of question, but... No. Stop. Must stop thinking disturbing thoughts. 

CNY's coming, and I don't have anything suitable to wear. This calls for the only type of shopping I do: Last-minute panic shopping. 

I'm so pathetic. Everyone else has already been on their CNY clothes buying spree, and I'm still here wondering about cow eyeballs. At least I know I have several pairs of shoes and a red cap I can wear. Other than that, I'm doomed.

As doomed as I am, it all adds up to the fact that the first Topical Test is four days after the first day of Chinese New Year. It's four weeks away, and I haven't studied. Uh oh.

Ninja.

I'm goofing off...

If my mum decides to come in right now, I am in so much trouble. Heheh. I promised her earlier that I'd spend at least an hour studying, but now I'm not even attempting to open up my dusty History book. And I wasn't kidding when I said dusty. That thing is in ruins. 

Almost every photograph in there has been drawn on. Some are really funny, mind you. Like the one where one of the book's previous borrowers had inked out the face of somebody save the eyes and labelled the poor guy as 'ninja'. 

My mum came back from the Philippines on yesterday, and got me a book full of useless facts, the sort of stuff I like. It was labelled, "The Book of Origins". It speaks of when and who started what. I've got too many books on my 'to read' list right now. Like that book dad bought for me in Miri, about Sarawak under the Brookes. But he's reading it right now (maybe he's finished, I don't know). 

I think I will be industrious tonight, so I'm going to study. (Or attempt to read those pages of History my teacher told us to.)

How "Johnny" died.

I'm so tired... And I've got an English summary to do. Make that 'I've got an English summary to leave for tomorrow'.

Just came back from my urhm.... great-uncle's first death anniversary. My mother's side. I hardly knew the guy anyway, but yeah. Poor 'im. 

It was a good-spirited gathering. Great-uncle's widow was laughing and smiling when we arrived. She's eighty-something, still smokes and still gambles, but living a good life, even when she needs help to walk. 

I heard that when her doctor told her to quit puffing her cigarettes every half hour, her reaction was something like, "Are you crazy? I've smoked for sixty years, for goodness' sake!"

Cool. Very cool. But not recommended. Not the least.

Fazrul really did buy me a lollipop. He got me three, to be exact. See? He's nice when he wants to be. Pudding, orange, and watermelon. I had the watermelon and gave the other two to Zakie and Maz. I got whacked on the head by Neko 'cause I didn't let her have any. XD So not nice. My lollipops. Duhh. I get to choose. 

Please pardon my lollipop obsession. My parents think my teeth are going to rot very very soon, but as a matter of fact, crooked as they are, they're in very good condition, said the dentist. So there.

'Cher Sofy wasn't feeling well today, so she couldn't come to give us a lesson on more cashbooks. We were all wondering where she was by 7.15 am, 'cause she's been coming early to class to try and catch me and the rest of the M.Y.B. outside my class. So another teacher filled in, and gave us *dun dun dah!* free time! And yes, my friends (NOTE: not me) were happy, bored as they were.

Michael Bublé, so damn jazzy.

I'm sitting here at the computer, racking my brains for something to type out. And all of a sudden, I had the idea of typing what had happened ten seconds ago. So I typed. And typed. And typed some more. Ran out of ideas. Then typed that. And typed...

I need a topic. Please?

Fine. I'll just give you a scene from this afternoon... *speech translated from Malay*

We're at Menglait. Training session going on. So after stretching, sa bum nim asks us, "Who wants to know the results of your grading? And the results of your Poomsae competition? Oh, you already know about the Poomsae results. So do you want to know who failed the grading?"

We mumble a bit. Some say, "yes sa bum nim" and others shake their heads. 

"Want me to tell you guys out here, in front of everybody, who failed?"

Still a mixed answer. Sir turns to look *another guy, same name* at Muiz, who was grinning at us.

"Muiz, tell me. Do you want me to say who failed, or not? Or would you prefer me to hint it out?"

"Hint, sa bum nim," he replies.

"Really? You sure?"

"Yes, sa bum nim."

"Okay. Let's make it this way. I'll hint it out to you guys like this, let's say I'll talk to only the people who failed. Okay?"

Poor Muiz. For an hour and a half he thought he failed. Sa bum nim was constantly hinting his failure. Then finally, he turns to us and announces, "Nobody failed."

My desktop's got new wallpaper.

I finally found out who the all-so-important visitor was. He was an Education Minister from Indonesia, I think (my memory, as you all know, is deteriorating). This has also renewed my dislike for newspapers and the press. 

I'm waiting for the Borneo Bulletin online to update themselves so I can copy and paste a section... And the website says "News will be online after 2pm". It's currently twelve minutes past three in the afternoon. Doesn't this just spell out incompetence? Not to mention the tardiness of the BB folk. But then again, who knows? Someone in the office might've gotten a heart-attack or something.

Since the BB can't provide, I have turned to the Brunei Times. Unfortunately, they obviously don't have the article I want to show you.

Ah... Brudirect. How could I ever forget you?

Indonesia's Minister Of National Education Visits Science College
By Ahmed Shaheeb

Bandar Seri Begawan - Prof Dr Bambang Sudibyo, Minister of National Education, Republic of Indonesia and President of SEAMEO Council, yesterday visited Maktab Sains Paduka Seri Begawan Sultan (MSPSBS), accompanied by Brunei's Minister of Education, Pehin Dato Seri Setia Hj Abd Rahman Dato Setia Hj Mohd Taib. They were greeted upon arrival by students playing the hadrah. The ministers then proceeded to the conference room where a briefing was held and they were officially welcomed by Cikgu Pg Hjh Sarah Kamaluddin, Principal of the Science College.

The visitors also toured the Art Room where students were engaged in some drawing and batik printing, as well as the gymnasium, where they were entertained by enthusiastic performances from the karate, kendo and silat clubs.

The visiting delegation then went to the canteen to observe a showcase of local traditional games like pasang and congkak.

There was also a demonstration on the process of wrapping local food known as mengelupis, as well as a traditional dance performance by the college's students. At the end of the visit, scouts and girl guides gathered at the administration block to bid the visitors farewell.

Among the delegates from the Republic of Indonesia were Prof Dr Dodi Nandika, Secretary General at the Ministry of National Education, Dr Ir Gatot Hari Priowirjanto, Head of the Bureau of Planning and International Cooperation, Dr Joko Pratomo, Head of the Division of International Facilitation Services, and Muhd Thohari, a staff member from the ministry. -- Courtesy of Borneo Bulletin

Now please turn your attention to the section in bold. As far as I know, we don't have a silat club. And secondly, where's taekwondo??? I could've sworn they were performing. Seriously. But then again, I may be wrong.

Tangent theta equals?

Hold it! Before I forget, Fazrul owes me a lollipop. Thank you.

Now on to my post.

The human ear. What a wonder. Without it, we humans would not be able to listen to our favourite thing of all time, music. Plus a lot of other things too, like people's voices, the hum of the air conditioner, your ring tone, voice commands, people yelling at you, people lecturing you, and et cetera et cetera.

This was our topic for Science today, of course. The teacher brought out this cool model of the human ear for us to see (and poke, which I did). Pretty simple stuff, sound.

Sound cannot travel through a vacuum. So why are vacuum cleaners so noisy? (Please ignore this. I just can't resist my stupid puns)

Some important guy came to visit school today. We (just me and my friends, of course) had no idea who it was though, but there was free food, displays of kites and congkak (I think this means it was a foreigner), traditional Malay music, and the like. The scouts, girl guides, Taekwondo and Kendo people were seen in their uniforms today, so it must've been pretty big as to go to the lengths of martial arts performances. 

Speaking of which, there's no training tonight, being the night before Awal Muharram. I was talking to Izzah this morning about her learning pattern six, and I attracted strange stares from people as we walked past, with me crossing my arms in front of my chest and bringing them slowly down while saying, "They call it the X-men pattern, you know, 'cause it goes like this, yeah? I don't remember how many numbers you had to count up to, but I think it's six..."

Yeah, I am pretty obsessed with that. Haha. Two of my TKD buddies are migrating to New Zealand some time this week? I don't know, but I sure will miss them.

Today we realised how much we missed our easy-going Mr Perry. Someone in my class had the sense to do their Maths while in English class, and Miss Anne got all annoyed. 

I'm not sure of the details, but she came to the front of the class and announced, "Stop. Everyone stop. This is why......*I wasn't really paying attention here. Too busy mouthing 'what?' to Syaz*.....It makes me so infuriated. You should stop prioritising your subjects. English is English and I do not want to see any Maths books or books of any other subject on the table during my class. In fact, I believe English is even more important that Maths; without knowing English you wouldn't even be able to understand the questions....blah de blah blah(please excuse me from being rude here, just too tedious to type the whole thing out from memory)..."

And so we ended the day with a story concerning how a boy called Johnny fell down a cliff and died. I had been waiting so long for them to have a story where somebody dies in their English textbooks, but then again it's a Singaporean one. But it was still way cool. I know I sound morbid, but I've always wanted to see them wake up and realise that everyone dies, even in textbook stories.

Pythagoras liked music.

My internet was down last night, as absent as the electricity in my class these few days, so I'm using that, plus the fact that I was doing some maths assignment on Pythagoras' Theorem as my excuse for not posting yesterday.

My mum left for the Philippines on Sunday, and I think my dad's going mad with all the extra babysitting he has to do. My mum told me she hoped they'll (my dad and my brother) do some good bonding together, and I replied, "Oh yeah, bonding all right, waking up in the middle of the night to your crying toddler, lacking sleep, chasing after your hyperactive son, good bonding, that. Good bonding."

I think she was a bit miffed at my comment, but hey, I believe I was as accurate as I predict rain again tonight. 

Last night's thunder was just plain awesome. I was awoken at two something a.m., and took the opportunity to admire the flashes of lightning that illuminated the night sky with the most brilliant hue of electric blue (I'm being too poetic here, let's ditch that) and that thunder that sounded like somebody had taken the time to throw heavy wooden furniture down the stairs of a very tall building repeatedly. Must have owned quite a lot of stuff, that somebody.

A little update on yesterday; our timetable got changed (a bit) and we didn't find out until our new Science teacher (don't remember her name, sorry) came up to ask us why we weren't hauling our butts down to Lab 4. So she didn't really put it that way. She came up three floors to tell us which lab we were going to, then made the effort to come up again fifteen minutes later to find us waiting for some other teacher to come to our hot and stuffy class. Only then did we haul butt. 

So when I got home I found several text messages waiting for me in my inbox, all saying the same thing. Science class tomorrow(which is today now) will be replaced by IRK. This message was originally sent by our form teacher and forwarded by everyone to everyone. But still a few people didn't get the message.

We got our POST diaries today. And the first thing we checked on the calendar was the PMB date. October the eleventh. I got one of the last diaries, 'cause I had to mop the floor, being unfortunately on duty today. What a day for her (form teacher) to start caring about class cleanliness. Also, Nadhirah (Neko) and I were reminded "to be in class by 7.10 am, because it wasn't 'elok' to be standing outside the class in the corridor." Urgh.

I officially suck at narrating. XD

Meh. Nothing of interest happened today, so I'm going to post some (only two) pics of my sim's wedding. I've wanted to do that for ages, but couldn't find the time to switch on my chunky funky emac. So since I've uploaded the pictures from the other mac, I'm on my regular iMac typing this now. 

*Takes on narrative tone. Ahem*

Lilian had been awfully bored with her sim teenage life. Even with her puppy Vanilla, she had never found what she wanted to occupy that empty space that filled her heart with loneliness. She then decided to call up the local matchmaker, an evil looking gypsy woman, to find her a companion in life. 

After paying the matchmaker a large sum of money nicked from her father's wallet, Lilian found the old hag- I meant, woman's service, not worth it; that all she was going to get was a bunch of unworthy (not to mention unhygienic) sim teens.

She dismissed the matchmaker instantly. Right as she walked off the premises, entered a sim Lilian knew she had been looking for all her teen life. Keith not only looked like he belonged in a prettacy (which meant he was way better looking than the rest of the townies), he was a family sim, just like her dad. 

He and Lilian instantly took a liking to each other, but only as friends. They had no attraction whatsoever to each other. 

A few days later (which is a long time in sim time), Lilian invited her best friend Keith over. In one of their conversations, he told her that he had a certain distaste for girls in make-up. Lilian then proceeded to wash off her mascara and lipstick, and when she came back to where he was waiting for her...

Guys, need I say more? These two make a cute couple, don't they? On Lilian's birthday, I opened up the cheat box, and grew up Keith too. And so, married him into the family a few days later.

I couldn't do anything about the purple suit though. What an eyesore for this picture of their wedding, attended by the rest of the family (two elders, Lex and four dogs), two friends and two random townies, who creepily stood by the wine until the ceremony was over.

Looks like daddy's little girl is all grown up, huh?

Neon orange broom.

In the midst of the cleaning of the Lower Secondary Laboratory 2, room D007 (Bond, yo) many of us were seen exchanging form two History notes. For that test none of us had studied for, you see. So while we scrubbed the sinks and brushed off cobwebs from a corner of the lab with a strangely-coloured but attractive broom (it was neon orange), we discussed several History dates (including one I had made up, the marriage of Hugh Low and Charles Brooke on 17 September 1888 [see? I remembered]. Real date, wrong occasion) and why most of our favourite teachers had left us. 

Our wacky Science teacher is going to teach form four Chemistry, hence leaving us to the mercy of another teacher who apparently likes to give lots of work. Wuh-oh. I liked it so much better when my life was so much simpler. I'm going to miss his classes. Though he seemed to dislike me as much as I disliked him. XD

He's got a sense of humour, you know. Like this morning when he was briefing us on what we're going to learn later in the year. 

"....and you will learn about the eco system, about chain reactions, like who eats who and how we are at the top of the food chain, we urm...get to eat everyone else."

Oh God, that was funny. The new girl in our class, Stephanie, from 2B last year sits next to me in the lab, and I bet she was thinking, "That girl is so weird," when I suddenly snorted and grinned at sir's comment.

And finally, when our History teacher entered the extremely stuffy classroom (no electricity in my class for two days now), she asked us, "Have you read what I've asked you to yet?"

And Sheng was like, "No."

So she said, "No? Okay class, remember, read page three to six of your textbook. For now, you can do your own work, but next week no more 'goyang kaki'."

We all looked at each other. Didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.

My dad took me out to watch National Treasure: Book of Secrets this afternoon. I like Riley. I kind of relate to him in a way. The randomness. The Apple-using. XD 

It was a good movie, better than AVP2, in my opinion. I loved the scenes at the Buckingham Palace. Riley setting up a hacking system with his Macbook Pro in a toilet stall. Marble walls?

"God save the queen!"

THIS IS A TITLE STOP

Read this out loud:

Blue  Green  Orange  Brown  Red  Purple  Green  Blue  White

Okay, I'm done screwing you up. 

I've got three chapters of form two history to study before tomorrow's test. And I still haven't opened my book yet. *Rocks back and forth* "James Brooke was gay James Brooke was gay James Brooke was gay James Brooke was gay must stop saying gay!!!" Bad habit. STOP. 

Reminds me of those telegrams. 

HEY STOP I AM SO DEAD STOP I HAVE LESS THAN TWO HOURS TO CRAM MY HISTORY STOP ISN'T THIS ANNOYING STOP YES STOP IT IS STOP I NEED TO STOP DOING THIS STOP ISN'T THE WORD STOP STARTING TO SOUND FUNNY TO YOU STOP BECAUSE IT IS STARTING TO SOUND VERY FUNNY INDEED STOP IN MY OPINION STOP I AM CONFUSED STOP

Our training today was basically a fifty minute talk on discipline, health, confidence, and how we should drink lots and lots of water.

The good thing was, our sa bum nim, I'll call him 'sir' here, much easier, doesn't give those boring talks that make you wish you had drank more coffee that morning, he gives those entertaining ones. It was serious, but at the same time, funny in places.

Boulevard of Broken Songs.

I downloaded a new song a few days ago. It's really cool. 

It's called Boulevard of Broken Songs, mixed by a guy called Party Ben. This mash up is possible, 'cause the songs which make up the song consist of the same chords over and over again. How awesome is it? Very. I love Wonderwall. Brilliant song.

Something to read while you wait for the video to load... Teachers have already started drilling us on PMB; our history teacher plans of giving us a test on chapters 5, 6 and 7 of the form 2 textbook. I've got a pile of work to do right now, but I'm lazy. So much for my New Year's resolution.

So... The second day of school. CCA day. The new form fours had to register, so we basically walked around being clueless. The good thing was that we got exercise by climbing stairs repeatedly (MS is too big in my opinion, but another good thing comes of that, I can avoid certain people).

I signed up for Digital Photo Editing and Table Tennis. Urm. Not much to say about that though. Now one thing I want to write about is our new sports houses. I'm now in Laksamana. Oh, damn it. I don't want to be in the house where people look for laksa all the time, I want to be back in Hulubalang~! *pouts for a moment* *grins suddenly* Baoxin and Sil Suan originally signed up for the Fitness club, but they got put in Modern Dancing owing to the fact that the Fitness club for girls didn't exist. 

And just who they had to go and see to cancel their names from the list..? None other than Cikgu Haiseh, discipline master extraordinaire! I say this because I got ticked off by her yesterday for having untied shoelaces. It's not my fault they have a habit of untying themselves, you know. Eventually both of them joined Permainan Tradisi, headed by *drum roll please* 'cher Sofy! Heh.

Well, Fazrul joined, so he should keep both of them company. You wanna know the reason why he joined? He said, "I wanna see Sofy play games and have fun." 

I know it doesn't sound funny at all, but it is, if you know her. Nada sense of humour, that one.

Here's an embarrassing scene at school today. 

I was on my way up with Meza (we were supposed to have gone to the staffrooms, but we accidentally descended an extra flight of stairs. This is why I hate the fact that I have no sense of direction) when I heard someone shout real loud, "GAY!!"

I turned around to see who I had been expecting, Muiz. "Shut up!" I told him. "Shut up, you gay jerk!"

And in a quieter tone, he retorts, "Gay urm *something*" Okay, so here he stammered a bit. That means I managed to shut him up. Heh. Heh. I win this round. Maybe I was a bit rude, but I'm sure he'll get over it. His first day of school and he's already annoying. Must be some talent.

Back to '06??

Strangely enough, the distribution of the Maktab Sains 2006 Yearbook ended our two year wait for them, though with much confusion. When will the 'o7 one be out then? Most likely next year.

More strangely enough, my class photo wasn't in it. In the place of 1R's picture was a picture of the 1Y '06 batch. That means they get to see their photo appear twice in there. This can be translated into the fact that either the MPs really liked 1Y and hated us, or we were too good to have even been in the book.

As I predicted earlier, a few teachers came to class to ask us to take out our books, only to find out we had just received our timetable that morning. And guess what? The timetable was dated 13/12/07. 

Let's see... New changes this year. Our much loved English and Maths teachers left us, so we're getting new teachers for both subjects. Mr Perry went to teach the form twos in the afternoon, and Cikgu Norhafizah got stuck with the form fours.

We met both new teachers today, Cikgu Noryati and Ms Anne Crowley(spelling?). I guess we haven't warmed up to them yet, 'cause well, we were so quiet in class. That's what we do when we're not really comfortable with a teacher. 

Our geo teacher was supposed to have retired, but she came back to teach us this year anyway. Talk about feeling attached to your students. O.o Just kidding. Her contract got renewed or something, after she realised she wasn't as old as she thought she was. Haha. This resulted in some of us being disappointed and some of us really happy she was back. Personally, I'd rather have another teacher teaching us geo. Like Sir Shamry (crosses fingers) or Cikgu Hajah Adina (which will definitely cause some disagreement among us, some of us like her sad sarcasm and some of us don't). But hearing Cikgu Hajah Fatimah give us a speech on how she hoped she would remain healthy enough to teach us all year, or how she hoped she would still be alive by the end of the year made me think to myself, "All right then, let's make life easier for her and not lose your geo workbook again this year."

One thing my classmates can all agree on is, however, is that we want(not need) a new commerce teacher. But since she's still our form teacher, no such luck. I shouldn't be saying (or typing) this out, I know, but nevertheless, it is the truth, and only the truth will be told in this here blog. *cough cough cough* 

Excuse me, I now need to go and wash those cough lozenges down with a bottle of cough syrup. This cough has been plaguing me ever since I recovered from that fever of mine a few weeks back.

Embrace the new year with new resolutions.

Welcome to my fortieth post overall and first post of 2008! 

Hello, two thousand and eight! 

Now, what do majority of the people do on New Year's day? Make resolutions, of course.

My 2008 Resolutions:

1. Get 8A1s for PMB.

2. Not be so lazy.

3. Try to be less disrespectful.

4. Be nicer to my brother. (considering he peed in my study yesterday....without diapers on...not gonna happen XD)

5. Install The Sims 2 on my iMac.

6. Finish that book I've been trying to read.

7. Stop writing "informal" compositions for English class.

8. Try to...um...sympathise others more. Or at least make people think I care. I do, I really do, what makes you think I don't? What a terrible thing to say. Okay, so I quoted Dr. House there...

And a very happy birthday to my friend Wani. Happy fourteenth, Wan. I still love your birthdate. I'll see you at school tomorrow. 

Ah...The first day of school. I'm going to have so much trouble waking up tomorrow. I don't want to miss the bus on the first day of the first term of the 2008 school year. Also, I have chosen not to bring any textbooks with me... I don't know if I've made the right decision or not, but it sure is friendly on the backbone and shoulders.