Mosquito bites.

Announcement:

MB3R IS MOVING TO D102 ON A TEMPORARY BASIS.

Do not come looking for us at D304. Thank you.

Cikgu Haiseh pitied Zal for having to climb three floors to get to class using crutches. See? She does have a heart.

Speaking of discipline, there was statement last week made by another teacher that there will no longer be a "discipline teacher" in MS. Instead, all the teachers have the authority to "discipline" us. Brilliant.

I'm having trouble deciding who is scarier, Cikgu Haiseh, or Miss Ivy? 

Back on topic. Whoever drew on the toilet walls, you better own up. The teachers will help you and give you counselling, and get your life back on track. Even if you get scolded. 

And if you don't own up, you'll have to face the anger of the rest of the girls in school if we get made to clean the toilets this Wednesday. Including the guys' toilets. *cracks knuckles*

Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Though I'm not sure if making students wash the school toilets is legal... After all, they did ban phones from school. Maybe they should just ban pens and solve their problem that way, like they banned mobile phones. Not taking any initiative, but just taking away the problem by removing the (good) thing that causes it.

People use computers to spam, spread viruses and hack into others' property. Why not ban computers?

People die of car accidents. Why not ban cars?

People drown. Why not ban water?

People kill other people. Why not ban people altogether?

Smoking is bad for you. Did they ban cigarettes? Stop the production? No. They stop people from smoking in some places, and it's up to the people themselves. 

So no matter what, you can't ban anything. The law can be enforced, but it's hard, because not all people are that nice.

It's not the way to solve this problem, that's all I'm saying.

We were in the Audi before that, for a ceramah ugama. 

I listened for while, in between my friends telling me to "masuk Islam". Syahirah said she'd teach me how to be a Muslim, Maz was asking me what Malay name I like, Wani was nodding encouragingly, and Neko was laughing her head off. Zakie was good. She did not laugh. Thanks, man.

For your information, I don't want to be Muslim. I respect it, but I'm not one for religion.

The school had replaced the stage backdrop that said "English Se ior Prep red Speech Competition" with a banner depicting something to do with Maulud Nabi. I knew the letters were gonna fall off.

We missed Maths. Yay.

And we escaped our Geo test. 'Cher was exceptionally okay today.

And we got to go to the Reading Room.

Cool.

P.S. Isn't D102 a Pre-U class?

Abhorsen.

First things first:

Tira, it wasn't that pink, okay? It was uh... I don't know. I was hoping you'd forget that.

Our Geo teacher mysteriously didn't come to work today, so we had half an hour free time until our Head of CCA came to fill in for her. No test, but more homework. 

It was good though, 'cause we could talk to her about the mistakes (or typos) made in our CCA column in our new namelist. The namelist that came with the results sheet. 

We scrambled like wild dogs to fresh meat (pardon my disgusting simile) to get our hands on it, but the guys got it first. That's one advantage to sitting right in front of the teacher's table. My lot got to it second.

Positions, positions, positions. Fazrul managed to beat Sil Suan after like what, two years? He was grinning ear to ear and was in an unusually cheerful mood all day.

Stephanie's reaction was funny. "Wat? Number four again ah? Aiyoh."

Ahahah.

Congrats, Syaz, for getting a joint sixth with Firdaus. I know you guys will "settle this next test". As will I. As. Will. I. 

Watch out.

Since our Geo test has been postponed to tomorrow, I'm hoping this Maulud Nabi celebration will last until half-past eleven, or in other words, until our Geo period is over. Unless, of course, 'cher has forgotten about it completely. Hello? I'd like a dose of amnesia on this person please, yes, yes, thank you. =)

I don't get Geo. It's the worse subject I'm taking now. Worse than History. I actually love History compared to Geography. 

Geo, it not only makes an interesting subject sound very uninteresting, it asks a lot of stupid questions. All in all, thumbs down. *points thumb down*

Commerce is okay. My favourite topic (name) so far: "Sole Traders". 

Sell me your soul, for I am the Soul Trader. Muahahahah.

Awesome.

Maths is monotonous, but survivable.

English is fine, sometimes urgh-ish, but fine.

IRK ain't so bad, you know.

Science, it's fun. I love the eyeballs and all that weird stuff. A few topics aren't so good though.

History may be boring, dull and sleep-inducing, but we hardly ever do any work. It's just copy copy copy, smile at our teacher's weird comments and way of pronunciation, and have free time. It's all good.

BM is very entertaining. I may suck at it, but I like it. I think it's either the teacher (cikgu Ramlah rocks and likes to see her students scribble frantically on the whiteboard making a huge illegible mess), or that I somehow find subjects I'm terrible at fun.

For BM extra today, we did karangan. We wanted to hear the guys sing (as punishment for the worse karangan, with the isi most hancurrr) but didn't. Aw man.

MIB... We're in the middle of a project. I draw very slow, and I'm certain to fail, because we only have half an hour to finish it next Tuesday.

Can I exclude PE here? I got no comment, apart from Zal's still using crutches and takes ages to move from Science to Maths class. I like to tag along, so I have an excuse to be late for class.

Isi-isi penting.

I picked up Abhorsen yesterday at Icklebook's. 

Now my eyes are tired from excessive reading, and I've got a pile of BM homework to do and Geo to study for some test our teacher plans on giving us tomorrow.

"Towns" is the worse topic ever. I think worse than Electricity. To me, it hardly makes any sense. I want to go back in time some twenty years ago and make sure the guy who wrote the Geo textbook would stop blabbering and get straight to the point. 

Kimi won yesterday's race. Good for him. Poor Heikki Kovalainen crashed out into a tyre wall along with a few others (they didn't get the tire wall treatment though. Heikki's special). So special, he got carried off in a helicopter to find better medics than those available at Circuit de Catalunya. I'm not insulting them, don't worry.

To tell you the truth, I wanted Alonso to be on the podium instead of Hamilton. It was his home race, and it was definitely unfair for his engine to blow. Damn you Hamilton and your luck.

Oh, and Kimi cut his hair. Or should I say shaved? Now it looks too much like Hamilton's for comfort. 

For Science, we studied the anatomy of pompoms. Yellow pompoms. Apparently our teacher was supposed to make them but put them off till the last minute. We managed to make quite a few, as the saying goes, "Many hands make light work."

Unfortunately, this also proves another piece of advice: "Don't put off till tomorrow what you can do today."

Which is what I did a few days ago. One day they're gonna listen to me when I tell them homework is bad for the health.

One day.

SAS Jubilee funfair.

My parents are hosting a party downstairs. And I'm stuck here online because I'm antisocial that way.

I'm having this really stupid chat with my friend right now.
It goes something like this:

www.blockingyou.com - Figure out who's blocking you in MSN! says:
hi
can i know who this is
???
The Psychotic Elven Princess says:
don't ask stupid questions
we're using the same font
almost same colour
www.blockingyou.com - Figure out who's blocking you in MSN! says:
hmmm
The Psychotic Elven Princess says:
hmmm
my screen is a bit blur
i don't know why
www.blockingyou.com - Figure out who's blocking you in MSN! says:
kk
The Psychotic Elven Princess says:
your font colour is nicer
relatively
nice
www.blockingyou.com - Figure out who's blocking you in MSN! says:
yea
u got time to chat?
The Psychotic Elven Princess says:
yeah
you?
www.blockingyou.com - Figure out who's blocking you in MSN! says:
maybe
see first
The Psychotic Elven Princess says:
whatcha doing?
www.blockingyou.com - Figure out who's blocking you in MSN! says:
smsing
The Psychotic Elven Princess says:
oh
same
i thought there was a blackout in town
www.blockingyou.com - Figure out who's blocking you in MSN! says:
yea man
The Psychotic Elven Princess says:
hmmmmmm
i'm bored

So lame, right? YES. What makes it worse is that he's right beside me. We're such sad people.

I went to the SAS funfair this afternoon. It was hot, really hot, and I got addicted to Guitar Hero. It's not as cool as real life guitar, but it's fun.
I've got pics I want to upload, of the Mall having a blackout, but I'm on the other computer, so I can't upload pics from my phone.

Anyway, I got a 98.5 for my IRK. Ahh. Same as Fazrul, but Syah got a 100. So good. But I've never gotten this high before. (Sorry, taking time off to be proud of my little achievement. XD)

Due to my never-ceasing curiosity, I paid a little visit to the last cubicle of the girls' toilet on the second floor of Block D. There was already a small group of people outside, peering in. The first thing I saw was pink and purple, and a flooded toilet. The writing was emo and suicidal.
To sum it all up: GAY!

We built a buzzer in Science today. Application of electromagnets. It wasn't that bad. I almost got burnt when our "creation" gave out sparks when I all-so-stupidly touched part of the circuit with a urm, something, that thing, you know, used to clip onto wires to join wires to things.
Only then we realised, it was supposed to give out sparks. My bench got ours to vibrate, but not make any sound.

I'm sleepy. My parents are downstairs socialising and having fun. I'm stuck here being bored to death. Man, this sucks.

Lirael.

My throat feels dry. 

When we were asked to yell our hearts out, heads turned in our direction, thinking there was some manslaughter over a ping-pong ball at Menglait. Manslaughter or no manslaughter, man, it felt so good. Best five seconds of the day.

It's fun to be as loud as possible without anybody complaining. I need to get myself a soundproof room and my subwoofer back in action. Then, I'll be alive once more.

Not that I'm not right now, but it's just... awesome. 

Then there's all that talk about ear damage. "Don't constantly expose yourself to loud noises." Yes, I know about all that. It's good advice, take it.

To me, the ability to hear is one of the most important of all. I can't imagine a life without music. 

If all goes well, I'll be at the St. Andrew's funfair tomorrow afternoon. That should be interesting. 

I borrowed a book from the Reading Room for the first time in two years. It's brand new, straight outta the box it came in. Ms Anne was taping it up when I saw the beautifully blue cover with Charter marks on it. Lirael. I love it already.

I want to read Sabriel though. And I want to own Abhorsen. Three books by Garth Nix. Should do a lot to add to my collection.

Book addict. I love bookstores, but don't like to borrow books from libraries. 

Own, not borrow. OWN.

I've got this strange thing going on. When I have one book of a good series, I must have the rest. It's a huge waste of money, I know, but I've got mental problems, so it's excused. 

I admit, I have OCD. Slight OCD, but OCD all the same.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder. 

So when I'm sued for anything, I can plead mental or something.

Back on topic, there are so many kinds of magic you can read about in books.

There's Harry Potter magic, where you get the typical wand-waving spell uttering and potions.

Eragon magic, where it's found inside a person and consumes energy, like Shades or the Argetlam (Dragon Riders) or their dragons, and the elves singing (somehow it's magical, don't ask me). 

Lord of The Rings magic, where urm... where there are runes, rings, and all that jazz with magical items. 

The Bartimaeus Trilogy magic, where magicians summon magical creatures such as jinn to do their work for them.

The magic in the Pure Dead Series, where Disposable Wands are used with a whole lot of funny junk. (Ectoplasm, anyone? It's free.)

And now there's Garth Nix's books. There's Charter magic (the use of Charter marks), and Free Magic (necromancy!). 

Plus a whole lot more.

And then there's the collection of words to go with them...

Spells, charms, jinxes, runes, potions, illusions, protection, seal, guard, cast, heal, familiar, transform, etc.

Charter Magic.

I cannot believe it. 

Jason Castro is still in American Idol after that craptastically hilarious performance. I'm sorry, Jason, but I laughed at you. Hahahah.

It's funny when people do stuff they aren't comfortable with. I'm so cruel.

My class is into writing emo poetry right now. It's all the same. I feel terrible, the sun rises, oh so beautiful, but it starts to rain, making me feel emo again, a rainbow comes, I feel loved, the sunset is even more beautiful, stars shine bright. 

Something along those lines.

What the hell are you people thinking??

Whatever happened to fun poetry? The teachers are going to be so depressed reading it all. 

Khairul's obsessed with this thing, and he keeps coming up with more and more emo poems every time he sees me so I can help him with it. 

Argh.

Fatehah told me yesterday that her entire school was filled with air conditioners. Even the corridors. I am jealous. Completely, utterly envious. How come they get the aircon and we don't? I remember before I went to MS, they kept telling me stuff like this: "So good, got aircon." It's a lie. A big fat lie. 

Since I'm in the mood to rant endlessly, I'll talk about when we were asked to assemble in the Audi at half past seven sharp.

Cikgu Discipline Master Extraordinaire didn't even need a microphone to make herself heard among us Form 3 girls. Someone had scribbled on one of the toilet walls in Block D, so we got all the blame. She said if nobody owned up by two in the afternoon, she'd make us all clean the toilets. An interesting prospect.

But why pin the blame on us? How about the other people in school?

One other thing I don't get is why on earth would anyone write the names of the people they like on toilet walls? Why not somewhere more...respectable? Like a library or something (not that I'm encouraging this, of course). 

I find it a bit urgh-ish. Toilets, no, they're not the least appealing. Unless you're in a six-star hotel, where the toilet seats are gold-tinted, with the highest quality of toilet paper, soft white towels, good hygiene, a marble floor, hot water, dry floors and good-smelling scent things. 

I just described the ideal bathroom. Wow.

Who doesn't want good quality toilet paper?

I want a soft white towel. As soft as silk, but one that soaks up water. 

Mmm... Yeah.

Dancing Iron Filings.

I just realised I could put my iPod on shuffle without looking. Cool.

I have also realised that today's date sounds nice. 23-4. Shakespeare's birthday. Manda's birthday. Happy fourteenth birthday, if you're reading this. 

The Green Patrol's patrolling starts today. Even if I'm not a member of the MS Youth Initiative, please recycle and make their lives easier. You know how much red paint my classmates accidentally sprayed on the windows to paint those boxes?

A bit. 

We had another assembly today. That woman (I will keep her name private in case she finds out, but you know her) kept telling us to stand straight, stop talking and to sing louder and synchronised. One reason why we can't sing synchronised is that when she says "mula", one side of the concourse hears it first. It's the law of sound travel. So it takes maybe half a second later for the rest of us on the other side to hear it and react. 

It's Science. 

We got video-ed during Science for some reason. It was awfully awkward, and I couldn't stop laughing because the iron filings were dancing. Yes, people, dancing. On the nail electromagnet thing with less coils, this teeny piece of iron was vibrating so much it looked like it was at some disco. 

So cute.

Then Stephanie just had to poke them with her pen and discovered the electromagnet sent out vibrations if you held your pen tip close to it. Now that was cool. Our Science teacher said, "If I get electrocuted, it's your fault."

Yes 'cher. I know. 

Oh, and I have a question. 

Why do the Form Ones and Twos need another HEP?

More importantly, with less evil teachers?

What is poetry?

If I had to enter that Poetry Competition... (which I'm not).

Roses are red,

Violets are blue;

What's the colour of confusion?

I haven't a clue.

What is poetry?

Is writing an art?

Pouring out your soul,

Straight from your heart?

Is poetry emo?

I really don't know.

You can write about anything, really.

From pink rabid monkeys,

To your grand-auntie Flo.

What is poetry?

Do poems have to rhyme?

I can't imagine thinking so much,

To write line after line.

Many people ask,

"Is poetry gay?"

Like William Shakespeare,

I think they swing both ways.

Maybe it is,

But what does it matter?

Gay or straight,

Maybe it's the latter.

Most poetry is serious,

Do they have to be?

I like fun poems,

They're what count, for me.

From C.S. Lewis,

To Edgar Allen Poe,

Give poetry a shot,

You never know.

A four-leaved clover

Symbolises good luck;

My life may be over,

If I get hit by a truck.

Roses are red, 

Violets are blue;

Just for reading this, 

I want to thank you.

Riddle me.

Forget about it.

Forget it. 

I can't!

I didn't correct the questions for IRK. How could I be so stupid? 

The funny thing was, though, that me, Steph and Qyll all sit in the same corner. And all three of us didn't correct the questions. 

Crap, man!

Now I don't know what to do with my temporary freedom. Eh. Moment of indecisiveness has come at last. 

I'm wondering, just because I'm random, how easy do you find it to whistle in tune? If you can whistle at all, that is. 

How do you add 2 to 11 and get 1 as the correct answer?

What is it, the more you take, the more you leave behind?

Be you ever so quick, 

with vision keen, 

by your eyes, 

we are never seen. 

Unless perchance it should come to pass, 

you see our reflection in a looking glass. 

What are we?

And, we should ask our beloved *cough cough* Geo teacher this one.

Where will you find roads without cars, forests without trees and cities without houses?

How do I come up with a title for every post I make?

Apa erti iman?

Saya tidak tahu.

Hmm. Jawapannya betul. *tick*

After tomorrow, I am free from the binding of TT2. Finally. It's like my class is the slowest one to finish. 

It's like all of a sudden, posters are appearing everywhere in school. From English poetry competition posters to the Green Patrol posters. What is going on??

Today, I saw a can of muscle relieving spray thing this morning. Cool. 

Oh, and Zal sprained/twisted her knee or something. Netball, such a dangerous game. Tsk tsk tsk. What is it with my classmates and leg injuries?

First, Nabil got hit by a car and went around in a cast and crutches for a month, then Khallaaq had to go and fracture his ankle/foot/whatever playing football, and now this. 

Who's next?

So our PE teacher called Zal's sister with her iPhone. Oh that was cool. 

I've got an update from Zal. She said her knee's been twisted, and they need to get it back in place and she gets a cast and crutches. Must've hurt like hell. Third floor ain't so good.

Speaking of third floor, 'cher Sofy didn't know the library was closed, and made us walk all the way down and back up again. 

Way to go. Good exercise.

It's raining heavily.

I came online to burn a disc for my mum. It's almost an hour already. X)

I need to read my IRK.

Btw, please don't tag anonymously. 

Thank you.

Let's get this over with.

Oh man, I really want to kick ass like Jackie Chan and Jet Li.

The Forbidden Kingdom was awesome. Awesome fighting scenes. Sick sparring skills.

It was funny too, even when the plot wasn't much and there was about zero drama. My kinda movie.

Tomorrow's Monday again. I was hoping my weekend would be a bit longer. I need relaxation and some brain-numbing television. Too bad our TV's being hogged by my brother all the time. He doesn't even watch it, but likes to keep it on his channel. Damn you Playhouse Disney and Astro Ceria. I hate you Barney the retard dinosaur, for taking up my precious television-viewing time. 

I want a punchbag for my birthday. That way I can paste Barney's picture on it and kick the stuffing out. It's good for practice, too.

The problem would be where to put it. Hmm.

But I digress. I want a holiday. Correction: I need a holiday. I can't wake up at five thirty every morning (except Fridays and Sundays, of course), go to school for half my day and face teachers and classwork and walking up and down stairs all the time.

My sims are glitched up. I don't know why, but they can't seem to access the fridge, and just stand there and wave their arms about. I had to go and order Chinese takeaway for them. I want to delete that stupid house and install the game in this computer instead. Lag.

My parents went to the SAS Jubilee dinner last night. They said Ms Jane danced an Indian dance (apparently she did quite well). I would've paid to see that. But they did pay, so I guess that's fair enough. 

Time for another email joke.

CLASSES FOR MEN

REGISTRATION MUST BE COMPLETED BY Monday, October 23, 2007

NOTE: DUE TO THE COMPLEXITY AND DIFFICULTY LEVEL OF THEIR CONTENTS, CLASS SIZES WILL BE LIMITED TO 8 PARTICIPANTS
MAXIMUM.

Classes begin Monday, October 30, 2007

Class 1

How To Fill Up The Ice Cube Trays --- Step by Step, with Slide Presentation.

Meets 4 weeks, Monday and Wednesday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM.

Class 2

The Toilet Paper Roll --- Does It Change Itself?

Round Table Discussion.

Meets 2 weeks, Saturday 12:00 for 2 hours.

Class 3

Is It Possible To Urinate Using The Technique Of Lifting The Seat and Avoiding The Floor,
Walls and Nearby Bathtub? --- Group Practice.

Meets 4 weeks, Saturday 10:00 PM for 2 hours.

Class 4

Fundamental Differences Between The Laundry Hamper and The Floor --- Pictures and Explanatory Graphics.

Meets Saturday at 2:00 PM for 3 weeks.

Class 5

After Dinner Dishes --- Can They Levitate and Fly Into The Kitchen Sink?

Examples on Video.

Meets 4 weeks, Tuesday and Thursday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM.

Class 6

Loss Of Identity --- Losing The Remote To Your Significant Other. Help Line Support and Support Groups.

Meets 4 Weeks, Friday and Sunday 7:00 PM.

Class 7

Learning How To Find Things --- Starting With Looking In The Right Places And Not Turning The House Upside Down While Screaming.

Open Forum .

Monday at 8:00 PM, 2 hours.

Class 8

Health Watch --- Bringing Her Flowers Is Not Harmful To Your Health.

Graphics and Audio Tapes.

Three nights; Monday, Wednesday, Friday at 7:00 PM for 2 hours.

Class 9

Real Men Ask For Directions When Lost --- Real Life Testimonials.

Tuesday at 6:00 PM Location to be determined.

Class 10

Is It Genetically Impossible To Sit Quietly While She Parallel Parks?

Driving Simulations.

4 weeks, Saturday noon, 2 hours.

Class 11

Learning to Live --- Basic Differences Between Mother and Wife.

Online Classes and role-playing .

Tuesday at 7:00 PM, location to be determined.

Class 12

How to be the Ideal Shopping Companion.

Relaxation Exercises, Meditation and Breathing Techniques.

Meets 4 weeks, Tuesday and Thursday for 2 hours ! Beginning at 7:00 PM.

Class 13

How to Fight Cerebral Atrophy --- Remembering Birthdays, Anniversaries and Other Important Dates and Calling When You're Going To Be Late.

Cerebral Shock Therapy Sessions and Full Lobotomies Offered.

Three nights; Monday, Wednesday, Friday at 7:00 PM for 2 hours.

Class 14

The Stove/Oven --- What It Is and How It Is Used.

Live Demonstration.

Tuesday at 6:00 PM, location to be determined.

Upon completion of any of the above courses, diplomas will be issued to the survivors.

Spotcheck. Spot. Check.

I'm laughing at my email inbox.

Gmail gave me this yellow box saying "Still working..." 'cause it lags and I think it's afraid I'd close the window. Aw.

Oh, and I'm still not interested in buying your Viagra, spammers. Stop harassing me!

I think I've sneezed at least forty times since I woke up till now. 

Neko got to skip class 'cause of that Bengkel motivational speech thing. Personally, I think it's more important to spend time in class and learning what's important for your studies than to be motivated and miss out on a few lessons and end up confused and feeling you don't know anything.

Hence, the all-day motivation thing does not and will not work. 

I went to a motivational speech in Primary six. After that, I got really really lazy. I loathe them. Utterly hate them. If you don't have motivation inside you in the first place, no matter how many motivational talks you attend, they won't work.

Pfft, Bengkel.

What classes did she miss? 

Commerce - My reaction to my Commerce paper: "Oh wow, this is like, wow, so surreal. Wow."

IRK - Hadith ke 3.

English - "My dreams for the future are..." We came up with really ridiculous answers. From "to live in a world where there is no pollution" to "to live in a world where penguins are everywhere". "To live in the world where eating pizza was compulsory, to live in a world where Maktab Sains has air-conditioning in every classroom, to live in a world where we're allowed to bring mobile phones to school, to live in a world where monkeys ruled the land, to live in a world without homework..." The list is endless.

Science - Electromagnetism. We spent half our time trying to demagnetise iron nails by whacking them on the table, throwing them on the floor, hitting them with our pens, and the like. Note to self: Never leave Fazrul alone with magnets and paper clips.

History - No marks yet. Sigh. We did classwork. Apparently my class is really behind in this. We did worksheet three just now. LAG! =)

It could be that our History teacher likes us too much to give us work, or that she wants to bore us to death with endless lessons. Either way, I like it.

By the way, check out 'cher Sofy in the newspaper! Today's Borneo Bulletin. Someone we all know is in it too, but I'm not mentioning any names. *cough sago cough*

Why? The ultimate question.

Dear Ah Lian,
 
Thanks you for your letter. Wrong time no see you. How everything? For me, I am quiet find.

You say in your letter your taukeh soh want you to chain your look? Somemore you must wear kick kok soo, hope you can wok properly.

You know, Ah Kau Kia working in a soft where company now. Last week, he take I, Muthu & few of his friend to May Nonut to eat barger. After that he take we all go to kalah ok.
Muthu sing and sing no stop until the sky bright.
 
Next week, my father mother going to sellerbread 20 years annie wear sari. My father mother going to give a fist to all the kampong people. So you must come with your hole family.

I only hope one day we no need to write and send letter to you and to me. Better I e-meow you, you e-meow me. I will ketchup with you soon. And when you got time, please few free to call me. Goo bye.....

Worm regard,
Ah Beng

Ah, such a good start to a post. 

I watched five minutes of a Brunei drama on RTB before coming here. They tried to make our teeny airport look big by shooting up to the ceiling, creating an illusion that we have an airport as large as KL's or something.

And then there was the crying scene. Imagine weeping non-stop in front of a camera for at least three minutes hugging a stranger. Poor actresses. 

Unless, of course, said people like to cry. Then I have no say about that.

I've been neglecting my simmies, but I'm in no mood to play, strangely. I miss them. =(

I wonder if being attached to pixelated beings in a computer game is any foreboding of certain kinds of mental illnesses. Hmm.

I'll be attached anyway. I believe it's better to be unconventional and endanger yourself other than be boring and well, have a boring life. Live and let live! 

My knee effing hurts. I can kick, but I can't walk properly. It's strange. Training, training. We were all reminded we sucked too much to go for the black-belt grading. Lovely. 

There's only one available belt size, so it's either your belt is really long or really short or just right. Izzah said hers was too short, but it looked okay to me. 

We confused Kwangjangnim 'cause some of us said it was back-leg front for pattern six, when it was actually front-leg back. She spent some fifteen minutes asking us if she had taught us- no wait, them, the wrong thing, but I think she didn't. She wasn't even with us when they were doing that pattern. We were all confused. Face it. It was definitely not Faisal. He does all his patterns perfectly to the point. So who was it that taught the current brown-ones back-leg front for the pattern six? Who? The mystery remains.

I want to watch The Forbidden Kingdom, starring Jackie Chan and Jet Li, but nobody wants to watch with me, apart from my dad, and he's a busy man. 

To anyone who likes to watch action movies with lots of fighting with terrible English or maybe in Chinese, please give me a call. Thank you.

Jackie Chan rocks.

I would love to meet him in person. 

Along with Kimi Raikkonen, Felipe Massa, Michael Schumacher, Gerard Way, Frank Iero, Nelson Piquet Jr, Daniel Handler, Jason Castro, and Will Wright. 

And my beloved, come back. I miss you. My fingers itch for your glossy, solid feel.

I sound so corny.

Cooked, uncooked.

I did say I was gonna upload pictures.

This is Isaac's one-month-old celebration cake. I'll do some advertising while I'm at it. Cake's from Bakerlyn, however you spell it, and the mouse, it's a logo.

A very cute logo, if you ask me.

There yew go. A close-up.

Chubby.

Chipmunk cheeks!

*pinch*

My brother wearing my aunt's wig. He looks like a girl.

It's not that we're uh, encouraging cross-dressing at this age, but uh, it's funny.

Sago bugs.

Juicy, and fat.

Fat 'n juicy.

Certainly not filling.

But a good experience.

You see here? Uncooked, living, and trying to escape certain doom.

And here? 

Cooked, dead, and trying to look appetizing.

It's a sad life, being a bug.

I think it's wrong to put cake and fried bugs in the same post, but oh whatever.

PS. Syahirah, your phone number won't come off my palm. What ink did you use? Permanent??

Almost.

It's over!

Man, I so wish I could say that. Sadly, I can't.

So.. let's do the next best thing.

TT2 is almost over!!

A lot of people are finished with TT2, but my class always has to lag and postpone everything, except trips to the library where we get to wallow in air-conditioned uh...air.

IRK is next Tuesday, and I'm bummed. 

Having said that, my BM marks suck. AAAAARGH.

I'm so dead. With a capital D. Dead. 

Meh. Well, I guess that's that, huh? Write me a good eulogy, people. Thanks. I may even come back from the dead to haunt you if you're good.

I just sounded like a very demented Santa. No good. No good. I'm so not doing that ever again.

The History test. It wasn't hard, the questions were okay, so what makes me think I won't do so good? I don't know. 

At least I know I can't pronounce 'Clemenceau', and that I can't spell Czechoslovakia. 

Happy birthday Effie.

Espeed's back on!!

AaahhHhHHH!!! I'm finally back online, after what seemed like ages.

I don't know what to say first. Um, um, um... I'm glad the internet's back on. Yes! I feel like I can't live without the internet. I miss out on so much without you. Damn you Bruneian internet. (Just kidding. It's good that we even have internet here.) What is your problem?

Our IRK test today was postponed, following a very dramatic morning. 

We got our Geo marks back (I'm fourth highest... I will settle this during the third test, you hear me? Steph, Syaz and 'Daus, I'm so referring to you here) and it was good. We all passed. Eheh.

So while we were all secretly cramming for our Commerce test when we were supposed to be filling in the Geo notes blanks, Cikgu Haiseh stormed in. I was a bit surprised she didn't go, "Surprise~!" with her arms wide open...

Instead, she went, "Assalamualaikum (sp?) cikgu, kamu test kah? Kami nak spot-check ni ah..."

We exchanged looks. No, not literally. It was more like a "oh crap spot-check" thing. 

I will now reveal to you the procedure of a "Cikgu Haiseh spot-check". 

1. You will be made to empty our bags and head to the back of the class, boys to the front. 

2. Then the teachers will rummage through your belongings, private and non-private. (This is when a teacher found a chocolate box. "Ai, lawa chocolate ani!" she said. Apparently a few somebodies had stored their phones there.)

3. You will have to take off your shoes. (This is when Nabil was discovered to have shoved his phone into his shoe. Stupid boy.)

4. Let the teachers check your pockets by hitting your sides *cough sexual harassment cough*. (Unfortunately, I was the first one to be checked like this. I thought she was going to hit me or something.)

5. The teachers will say thank you, and leave you to re-pack your bags and weep uncontrollably if necessary.

Any comments? I have one. Don't bring your phone to school. 

Then, we got our MIB marks back. Our class got no 100%s, but at least I passed. That's all that matters (I think).

After that, Commerce. Commerce. Commerce. Sigh, Commerce.

More than three-quarters of us didn't finish the paper (excluding me. YES!). It's all about time management, and being able to scribble really really fast. It doesn't matter if your writing is like cakar ayam, but as long as you have your answers.

Apparently my classmates couldn't stand having their phones taken, a terrible Commerce test and an IRK one all in the same day, so they cancelled the IRK one. That means I crammed all day for nothing yesterday. TT2 ends next Tuesday. ARGH.

I don't know whether we have extra Science tomorrow or not, but the MS Youth Initiative members of my class are staying back to practice this skit they need to do for tomorrow's Senior Speech. So they can ask our Science teacher and then call me at 2226111. 

Speaking of Senior Speech, I'm glad I'm not performing this year. Last year's was terrible. I lacked timing, 'cause I was nervous. Playing in front of your then-band mates isn't exactly a good thing, you know. Neko gets to watch again, 'cause she's doing the skit, but I don't. I'm jealous. *pouts*

I can't even remember what songs we did last year. I think it was It's Not Over by Daughtry and something else. Hmm. 

I've got a History test on Thursday. Meh. They say it's easy, but I'm not taking it to heart. 

Last Friday, I went with the BIC (Brunei Institute of Chemistry) to a sago factory in Tutong. I can't recall the name. Ukong, or something. Anyway, my mum ate a sago worm/bug/larvae thing. Fried. Please remind me to post pictures. Thank you.

Last Saturday was our English and Science tests day. For English, I wrote complete crap, and for Science, I can only tell you I am happy with the results.

Isaac's one month thing was that night. So he turned a month old, got chipmunk cheeks, and is very cute. I saw Natalie there (like duhh), but didn't have the chance to talk to her. My brother scares Nathan. Poor Nate. 

Went to Chun's house to play ping-pong and eat KFC wedges and fries on Sunday. 

What else? My memory fails me. Oh well, next time. 

This post is too long anyway. I bet none of you read it whole. 

(I hope this reverse psychology thing works.)

Maths marks tomorrow. BM on Thursday. I am very scared indeed.

Edit: Maz is back in school after two weeks of being quarantined due to smallpox. Her face is pockmarked, but she's still the good ol' Maz I know. Wani gave her a poster/manila card with our pictures on it. Trouble is, it's got my picture on it. I thought that stuff was like, private?

Fazrul didn't get his pic up 'cause Wan had no pics of him. No fair. Also, I'm going to kill him for taking that photograph of me last year.

And that morning, (which was yesterday), we got our pictures for the school magazine 'cause our pics were never in it. I was happy without my picture there, thank you very much. Now it's just retard.

L for? Lag!

Four down, five to go.

Lucky there's no test for tomorrow, but they'll have to come sooner or later.

Nothing beats sitting for a Maths test in a room with no electricity when the weather is set to a "sweltering warm". And our teacher told us, "I don't think anybody's going to score a hundred percent this time." 

That was sure encouraging. =)

I have a stupid habit of writing really long stupid answers in test papers when all you need is a short sentence. I write my answer, think, then go on and on and on and on. You get the point here.

In Geo, we had this briefing of how some of us have improved over the year so far. 

"You have improved, so far, I am happy..." (okay, so she's giving us compliments...)

"...happy that I know I am a good teacher." (Reaction: "O.o)

That was honestly a very weird comment to hear from a teacher. Yes, we know self-confidence is needed, but too much?

Oh well.

Our History teacher insists on having our test next Thursday, which we think is Sports Day. It would be really funny if we could have our tests on the track, haha. (Excuse me for my lame-ness). 

World War One, here I come.

Symmetrical Properties of a Circle.

I dislike spam mail. 

Somehow unknown people with funny names are trying to sell me Viagra.

Like, what the hell? I'm not a guy, you know.

I have good news, very good news, and sorta-bad news.

The good news:

I think I'm going to pass my MIB. Also, our Geo wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Apparently our Geo teacher likes to repeat, "Very very hard paper," over and over again to see us get all stressed up. 

She asked us, "Do you want to have the test today, or tomorrow?"

"Today," we mumble. There's no way I was going to have studied all night for no test. 

"Good class," she says. Yes, we so good.

As for question answering, I got lucky. Heheh. I kalok. 

The very good news:

Ferrari managed a one-two at Sakhir. Yes..! In your face, Lewis Hamilton!

The sorta-bad news:

My BM paper sucked. Sucked, I tell you. I am in so much trouble.

Maths test tomorrow. Half of 3T failed the pretest. I thought 3T was the all-so-smarty-pants class? Every teacher loves them, and I don't know why.

We were walking past their class to use another one, 'cause no electricity again (what is it with this happening to us? What did we do to deserve being cooped up in a really hot classroom? We've been a good class, I think), and we saw them having their test. When we passed by again, more than a dozen people were standing in front of the class with serious faces.

'Cher Yati is scary. 

If we pass well, we get to move back to our original seating positions. At least I hope I do.

I have an IRK project to bind. I have Maths to study. Then why am I still here? Because somebody needs to whack me on the head first, that's why.

Someone said that no electricity was a sign we need aircon.

Air conditioners....how can you live without them? 

Clocks sounds like Speed of Sound.

It's tomorrow. TT2 is tomorrow.

I'm so dead.

But can you believe it? Kubica's on pole! The first Pole to be on pole ever! Awesome.

Whatever happened to BMW over the holidays? Beating a Ferrari? What the H. Tonight's race is in Sakhir, Bahrain at 7.30 Brunei time.

I can't get over the fact that I missed qualifying. *pouts*

But I get to wear my new cap. =)

Wish me luck for tomorrow. BM test. I made a deal with my dad that if I didn't get an A1 for my BM, he'd send me for tuition. I don't wanna gooo.

I'm hungry. I need to eat. 

Ciao.

Do not reply.

I told myself not to blog this week, but what the hey. If I flunk, I flunk, right?

Not good. Not good at all.

I haven't studied a thing, so I'm kinda panicking right now. Oh crap oh crap oh crap.

I never listen to me. Me is angry at I. As for Myself, Myself is partly hardworking.

Me needs to study. But I doesn't want to.

Wow, that sounded weird.

My body hurts. We accidentally pushed down that blue thing dividing us and the ping pong people when we were racing yesterday during training. Go team Brunei! We're so patriotic, we won even when we had an extra person. Woo~!

Sarah was there. So pinchable.

Yesterday morning. I woke up. There were pancakes for breakfast. But I realised one thing: WE WERE OUT OF PEANUT BUTTER.

It was a dilemma as bad as the sky falling. How could we be out of peanut butter? Why? Why? What did I do to deserve such monstrosity?

Oh yeah. I'm still not studying. Scratch out the previous question please.

After a breakfast of back-up (not so nice) peanut butter and honey on pancakes, we left for Chun's house. My cousin and I were practically hiding our faces; my brother wouldn't sit down and kept running about in the Audi. Argh.

Parent-teacher meet wasn't that bad. Cikgu Ramlah was on MC (that's Medical Certificate, not Master of Ceremonies) so my mum couldn't meet her. *cough unfortunately cough*.

The Borneo Bulletin reported in today's issue that our Pra-U parent-teacher meet was on Friday. Actually, it's on Saturday. 

Unreliable.

English letter writing:

26, Sunset St,

Oregon,

Ohio

24th September 1954

Dear Lilly-May,

       How many times have I told you not to write me letters anymore? I mentioned several letters ago that constant correspondence between the two of us is not safe anymore. Once you get this letter, you will stop pretending I write news about my life to you and destroy it immediately. I highly recommend burning.

        With that matter cleared, I am not fine, as you assume I am, but I am being plagued with several fruit bats who would like to steal fruit from the fruit-bowl I keep on my desk. The desk on which the paper on which I am writing this letter to you, to be precise. I hope you are well by the time you receive this particular sheet of paper, and I would be happy to receive no feedback whatsoever.

        How come I know our enemies are tracking these letters? Simple. I have seen then walk beneath my windowsill, examining every scrap of paper blown away by the wind, in hopes of finding the letters you send me. I know they have posted several of their members to work as screening officers in nearby post offices. Hence I send this dispatch by carrier pigeon.

All the best,

Your (secret) colleague,

Eloise.

PS. Please feed the pigeon upon its arrival. Assuming, of course, it manages to find you. It tends to get a bit grumpy if it goes hungry. Stupid bird.

PPS. Don't tell it I said that. I could get into serious trouble.

PP(P?)S. Don't reply.

Alien Impregnation.

At last, a man is pregnant.

And I'm not talking about that transexual from Chicago.

It's some guy called Mr Lee whom I found out about searching about that Chicago guy.

Hmmmm.... I'm confused. I'm used to seeing pregnant guys though (an aftermath of playing The Sims 2).

Life's getting weirder every minute, but that is somehow cool.

Nobody got hung up on the ceiling fans today. =( I wanted to see it happen.

Have you looked at our History workbook lately? Page ten?

Next time, look very very carefully at your answer space. Stare at it, and the answers will appear before your eyes.

Honestly.

Parent-teacher meet tomorrow. I'm doomed. 

May God have mercy upon my soul.

Oh, and it's the start of training. Again. After two weeks on holiday. Umi please come. I need a buddy to talk to who speaks good English.

There's Izzah and Fatehah and Nadia, but they're not my rank. 

Ps. Grading results tomorrow. Muahahahahah. Please pass, everyone.

Tenses make me tense.

Sorry, yo.

I no update yesterday.

But never mind, I'm back, to see how fast I can type out my post.

I have BM to study.

Cikgu said, "Kalau cikgu tanya inda tau jawab, cikgu gantung arah kipas atu."

Siuk bah cikgu, berpusing-pusing.

Anywayyy, I still have to cram like hell. I can't memorise all that peribahasa in less than an hour. But it wasn't my fault. My parents dropped Neko and I off at UBD after school so they could go to a meeting. I felt so foreign, walking around the library in my school uniform. We got caught for not signing into the "visitor's" list. Oh well.

FATALITY.

Oh, sorry about that. We've developed a bad habit of saying that anytime anything happens. 

Aku ini setengah tiang. Not my fault.

I read a BM book. It was.... not interesting, but I did it anyway. Could've read my peribahasa instead. Lousy, haunted, UBD library with lack of Malay novels.

We finished off Duma today. It was an okay movie, I liked Duma as a cub and all that. End of review.

Such brilliant constructive criticism.

Finally, non-sports CCA tomorrow. Finally. Now I can bring my camera to school and have an excuse to take pictures of everything and anything. OCD! OCD!

Oops, I overshot my time limit. 

Gotta go.