"Seven inches from the midday sun," -Santana

Imagine if blog posts had trailers. It'd be all, "Coming soon, to a website near you!"

Weird. Sometimes, I get really random thoughts. I remember asking Jia Hong the other day, "Is it possible to be so sarcastic, you die of your own sarcasm?"

People have too many nicknames for me. I'd never dream of calling myself anything other than my current name ('cause I actually like it, even though dozens of people have the same name). 

The latest one is probably "ba zhang Bruneian scholar" by Stella and Effie. Long story. 

Another is the one the Bruneians coined on Syaf's birthday, which was "Ya Wen the awesomely weird." They know I'm awesome. *cough* 

Speaking of which, I think I'm going to miss them (without even trying). We sent Fatinn, Wardah, Syafiqah and Emily to the airport just now. Man, I want to go back too. 

Soon, soon. Patience is a virtue (tsk. Sounds so Confucius-y).

At least, you know, school is over for now, and homework aside, I can actually relax for a few days. (Did I use too many commas there?)

We got our progress reports back today. Malay worst subject (because Physics wasn't counted. If it was, my Physics would be utter crap). I've always been terrible at Malay. It's either I'm not making an effort, or that I just really suck at it. Though for now, I'd settle for senile old teacher. 

Yos and Kevin were both complaining about their Malay grade. I'm not really sure whether we should do anything about it. Maybe we (here meaning I) really do suck that bad.

My CAP was a total one-off super lucky thing, okay? Probably no hope whatsoever of maintaining that.

I'm listening to 'Smooth' now, by Santana and another version by Escape The Fate (from the album Punk Goes Pop 2). Both versions are super cool.

Stella's kind of rushing me to publish this post, I've got no idea why. 

There you go. I hope you're satisfied with what a crap post I've managed to put together on such short notice. 

Actually, I don't really mind. I was going to post anyway.

Pacahh.

Highlight of my day: I drank tea. The traditional way (though I'm not quite sure we got it exactly right). 

I don't like tea. I've never liked it. Tea smells really good, but I can't stand the taste. Though I did drink three cups. Three, man. That's more than I've ever drank in an entire lifetime. And no, I'm not exaggerating. Honest.

Tea Chapter. Visit. To. Pretty cool. Witnessed weird video of puppet show. Made a retarded-looking lavender dumpling thing. Appreciated tea. Yeah.

Ms Li came back today. Apparently she was late because she overslept. Man, that just goes to show that Physics teachers are human like the rest of us. Epic.

Baoxin was asking me this afternoon what day it was today. "Thursday?" I said. 

"No," she replied. 

"Oh," I said, finally seeing the light (actually I don't know why people use this phrase. You need light to see, so if you didn't have light you wouldn't be able to see in the first place, so okay, I'm confused. Sue me), "It's the day where people go to the beach and throw things into the sea, right?"

And bingo, I was correct. 

Last day of Sem 1 tomorrow. 

I don't want to speak too soon, but I think I've managed to survive my first semester here. Wow. Really, wow. That was fast. 

So fast, it's actually scary. 

So far, I've learned how to iron my clothes, do my own laundry, rush projects (like our Geography report, it took Rania and I four hours to complete it and got a 59/65, aren't we just awesome?), survive long nights of studying, et cetera et cetera. 

Man, don't you just love Michael Bublé's voice?

Quote.

Hello world. Or internet. Or the World Wide Web. Or the blogosphere. Whichever. 

Got my eyes checked around an hour ago. Same results. You need glasses, you have a degree, blah blah. 

I know I need glasses. But I don't want to wear them. I don't have to wear them. 

I'm in terrible denial, I know. 

So, emotional management. People who do not know how to manage their emotions should learn the consequences themselves. That way, they remember more and try harder. You don't teach anyone these things. Hardly anyone is going to admit they have anger management issues and that they care about it. 

Okay, I don't think I made any sense just now (or was even thinking clearly, as a matter of fact).

I think I imitate Confucius so much, I've adopted his manner of... um, Confucianism.

Confucianism is cool, man.

The 'social graces and etiquette workshop' thing was pretty fun. Though if we need to go to so much trouble to take care of our legs and whatever-s from showing, then why not just not wear short, tight skirts and low-cut tops? 

And also, now I know that I'm not the only one who struggles to wear a jacket.

Police talk on cybercrime? 

I only wish people would STOP SENDING ME SPAM MAIL trying to sell me viagra.

Over and out, homies.

Coniglio.

Can you believe The Sims 3 leaked? That's not cool, man.

I hope it's an incomplete not-so-awesome version, so people would still have to spend load of money on buying the game itself to the benefit of EA.

But then again...

I don't want to go to school tomorrow. Emotional management? What on earth is it for? 

Let emos be emo. 

I feel like, I'm not listening anymore. I need to listen more. To songs, I mean. I do "listen" to them. All the time. But I'm just so caught up in things, I don't hear every note anymore. I don't listen to every word anymore. It's not the same. It's been rendered to plain noise. I don't like that.

This kinda reminds me of a 'Calvin and Hobbes' strip, where Calvin totally puts down the "stop and smell the roses" line of advice. "Stop and smell the roses" isn't literal, and probably extremely troublesome for people who're allergic to pollen, but the thing is, it seriously makes sense. 

I want to live to appreciate every moment, but that's kinda impossible. 

On a less philosophical/Confucius-sounding tone, Fatinn, Emily and I were in the Music Room playing around with this online translator thing translating things into Italian.

Turns out typing in "awesome" gives you "impressionante" (which, in turn, according to Wiktionary, means "striking, impressive, grand, stunning, shocking").

Cool.

Rabbit is "coniglio".

Going to bed with a final statement: A lot of people say I look like my mum, and a lot of people say my brother looks like my dad. And then, there are quite a few who say my brother looks like me. How on earth is this logical? My dad looks nothing like my mum. Or vice versa. 

Now that's a disturbing thought.

Ivan the Awesome.

Okay, a nine-ish year old friend of mine (mum's colleague's daughter) has a Facebook account. And so do all the other people who have sent me Facebook invites. 

Look, I am not getting an account. Get that? Capisce? Comprende? Good.

Script-checking yesterday. Some results were good, some just okay and some were honestly really bad. 

Also, I totally screwed up all the papers with chickens in them. Malay and Physics. Physics. Bleh. Why on earth did the lady cook beef spaghetti with a "whole chicken"? Makes no sense. Unless chicken is the new beef, I dunno.

After wondering what "exp frog" stood for (turned out to be expression fragment or whatever don't know don't really care hated my English marks and not "experienced frog"), I headed back to the hostel to go out again.

Cluster outing. Whee.

We watched "Night at the Museum 2". Finished off most of our food even before the movie began. 

The movie? It was funny. Really funny. Loved the monkeys and Ivan the Awesome.

Awesome.

I want to go to the Music Room later. Must jam. 

100% awesome, 0% impurities.

Monaco.

Ever since my lack of Astro, my Formula 1 race excitement has been reduced from standing in front of television screens and yelling my head off to staring at the Live Race Centre position chart and commentary, trying to keep in various profanities/encouragement.

The Monaco race will be the same (or not, I might be occupied then), but not for Turkey and Silverstone. Then, I'll have my Astro and I'll be able to actually watch races again. 

I actually find myself missing Steve Slater's voice. And his strange moustache.

So now I'm waiting for my turn to shower, I shall dutifully talk (or type, rather) about my day.

I went with Syafiqah the birthday girl, Wardah, Fatinn and Feyra to Vivo to buy stuff. Ate, met Emily and Nicholas. Visited Mothercare and Toys R Us to buy kids' clothes and toys. Loads and loads of toys. 

I bought myself a toy robotic arm thing with the excuse of buying it for home. It's fun. I'll be able to spend at least a month playing with it before I hand it to my brother (aka the destructive little monster). If it doesn't break first. I feel like keeping it for myself now. Hmm.

Sometimes I really, really wish I was a five year old so I could play with toys without people staring and thinking I were a childish retard. Some people judge too quickly. Tsk.

Then we ate, gave Syaf her presents, had fun, and came back to have dinner. 

Man, the race is starting in a few seconds.

Adieu.

Questionable Content.

Wow, Stella finally revived her blog after almost six months of neglect. 

Now we're reveling in the fact that Hamilton didn't even get into Q2. Thank God for the Live Race Centre. It's a total lifesaver. 

As much I despise McLaren for being such suck ups, I hope Heikki Kovalainen gets some points and doesn't damage his car tomorrow's race. I honestly think the dude deserves better. 

And can you believe it? Both Force Indias are in Q2. For the first time. Talk about breakthrough. I really, really hope F1 will have a much brighter future than what has been foretold.

Monaco tomorrow. Indian juju one year curse will break, I hope (if you have no idea what I'm talking about, it's okay).

Also, it's Syafiqah's birthday tomorrow. 

Going down to one of the Music Rooms later. It's become a habit. We love our music. I need to jam. 

I've discovered that the best way to relieve stress is to play the drums. Not that I can play, but it's just really awesome. And fun. Really fun.

Kimi P1 in Q2? Sweet.

Please keep this up, Ferrari. Show the world we are the best of the best.

Forza Ferrari, forever and more.

Has faith.

Edit: P.S. Happy Birthday, Barrichello. I hope Brawn let you beat Button this time as a birthday gift. Hey, I just noticed all their names started with the letter B. Cool.

Italia.

I can't believe my cousin gets to watch U2 live at Amsterdam this July. U2360 Tour, man. I want to watch.

Green Day's new album, '21st Century Breakdown' is out. I have to hear it.

U2 Green Day. Reminds me of 'The Saints Are Coming'. 

Good old rock music. Love rock. Rock rules. Pure rock. 

I'm listening to James Morrison's previous album, 'Undiscovered". Just started. Hoping it will be good. Okay. It sounds good so far. I like.

Whee. I have 522 songs in my iTunes now. I do listen to all of them (apart from a select few I have no idea where they came from), actually.

I could have died during extra Chem today. Hot, humid, no-idea-what's-going-on, et cetera. 

I don't want holiday assignments. Honestly.

I love Ewan McGregor's accent (he's the dude in Angels & Demons whose accent I keep talking about). 

And I love Michael Bublé's voice. Fatinn agrees that he's got one of the best voices ever.

Foreign accents are fun. Just like Confucius, or the Italian guy.

"I go back to Italia."

I would like to buy a hamburger.

Hey, what's up, homies? (Yeah, I'm still trying to be gangsta'. I fail.)

Highlight of my day: A lady stabbed my arm with a needle. Fast. And furiously. 

No, she wasn't being mean or sadistic or anything like that, she was just being professional. 

Imagine making a living doing things like that. That's kinda cool. License to inflict pain upon people with the excuse of making them healthier and more immune to diseases. 

Now my left arm's kinda sore, but getting better. 

At least my injections are over for now.

So Faiz, Kevin, Insan and I left for the Health Promotion Board place with Ms Shahirah. 

Somehow Kevin and Faiz always arrive earlier than the rest of us even when they leave in a later taxi. Hm. 'Tis a mystery.

Had my height and weight measured, hearing checked (perfect hearing) and got the injection along with the polio thing you have to drink. Bleh. So tasteless, it tasted bad.

The injection bit was pretty amusing. The nurse lady was talking and talking, then she took out the needle, and jab, it was done. It took me around half a second to realise she injected me. Like, *jab* half second later, "Oh. That hurt."

Actually, it didn't hurt much. Ten minutes later, then the soreness/weakness started kicking in. Man, now that hurt.

Apparently the guys had to make appointments for future visits. Poor them. 

And I still need to visit an optician to get my eyes checked. I don't need glasses. Honestly.

Feyra and I are doing "Broken" by Seether, featuring Amy Lee (from Evanescence) for the Talentsearch thing. So far suffering from lack of practice. Will improve, definitely. 

Don't want extra Chem class tomorrow. Don't want. Want to go out to buy toys for my brother and cousins. 

I love accents.

Oh, by the way, Confucius say, "Man who run in front of car get tired, and man who run behind car get exhausted."

Angels & Demons

Confucius say, "Book is always bettah than movie."

I watched 'Angels & Demons' with Fatinn, Emily and a friend of theirs this morning. 

And man, I have to admit I was quite disappointed. 

WARNING: There may be some spoilers. I don't know, really. But if you want a completely un-ruined movie plot, don't read.

Firstly, they cut out Maximilian Kohler. Why? Maybe they're prejudiced against handicapped people with gadget-filled wheelchairs who hold supreme power in the world's largest particle-whatever research centre. He was like, semi-main character, man.

I understand that the time was too short for proper character development to take place. Without character development, the movie was a confusing jumble of running, statues of angels, gunshots and people arguing, and eventually dying. 

They also made Vittoria Vetra seem like some filler chick who happened to be there. They didn't say it was she who invented the canister, or the dude whose eyeball the Hassassin dug out was her adoptive father, or that she was much, much smarter than portrayed. It seems like the only dude with an actual brain there was Robert Langdon. It's like, poof, and he knows everything. Wow. Amazing. 

I also understand that the movie can't follow the book exactly and precisely, but come on, man. 

What about the Hassassin? He was being all cool and then kaboom, he dies. Nobody knows what's going on. What happened? Why did it explode? The leader dude tricked him, that's why. But that doesn't even happen in the book. They don't mention Janus either. 

Worse of all, the camerlengo turned all Scottish/Irish (they changed his name from Carlo to Patrick. Like, what?). Loved his accent though.

I seem to steal a lot from Wiki nowadays.

'Mark Kermode called it "the stupidest movie ever made" and went on to expand that "the thing it has over The Da Vinci Code - The Da Vinci Code was people running into rooms, standing still, pointing, and explaining the plot. Now they point and explain the plot while they're running."' - Wikipedia

But yeah, it wasn't too bad. 

And the foreign accents rocked. 

So if you haven't read the book, yeah go on, watch it. It's pretty awesome.

P.S. I bought 'Boy and Going Solo' by Roald Dahl (always wanted to read those) and The Knife of Never Letting Go by Patrick Ness. Still haven't read Kite Runner, and Acacia (the book, not the tree) by David Anthony Durham.

Reading is cool, yo.

From Fatinn's blog.

I almost forgot to mention that we met Superman and Wonderwoman at Jurong Point, handing out flyers advertising some massage place. 

Weird.

Should've brought out my Kryptonite.

Oh, by the way, if I ever decide I wanted to travel the world, I could easily join a traveling circus freak show. 

'Cause I'm awesome like that.

Peace out, home dawg. 

...Yeah, I know I still fail at being gangsta'. 

Pink monkey.

Whee. It's raining right now. 

It was Wardah's birthday yesterday. So Fatinn, Syafiqah and I went out so I could get her a present. 

I picked up a set of new strings while looking for her present. Problem is, I don't know whether I should change them, or wait until one snaps or till they start to sound old. Last string change was in September.

Black nylon, man. How awesome is that? Another problem is (yes, life's got too many problems), you can't really see black strings on a black fretboard. 

They may look super cool with the silver bass strings, but what's the point if you can hardly see 'em? 

Maybe it's not so bad. We'll see after I finally change 'em. 

But my current coffee-coloured G-string (hey, don't think dirty here, kay? I know I have a certain Bruneian senior who laughs every time the word "G-string" is mentioned) is super nice to play and it sounds real awesome. I know this sounds wrong. Don't think sick, you sickos.

Tsk. Decisions.

Anyway, we then went to Jurong Point to buy some more stuff for the cluster "May babies" birthday thing. 

I got cookies and new book. Yum. (Not the book, the cookies. Though books are equally delectable [Oh God I sound like such a geek].)

Later on we met up with Wardah and the rest at somewhere-can't-remember-name-I-have-no-sense-of-direction and discovered the paintball place was closed. Didn't matter anyway, 'cause we had loadsa fun.

P.S. I've just started reading 'Angels and Demons', so do not, I repeat, do NOT spoil the ending for me if you're read it already or seen the movie lately. 

I refuse to watch the movie before I finish the book.

Yoshi.

Note: This post was actually supposed to be for last Saturday, but I never got around to finish it. 

So basically I had a lot of fun, but nothing of interest happened to write about here that would interest you guys. 

I updated my software to 10.5.7, and updated everything else that was available since I was already downloading stuff. 

What is this new iTunes DJ thing? How does it know what songs go with which? Whatever happened to the good old 'Party Shuffle'? 

It feels weird to have my music-player software trying to act smarter than I am. Especially with that "Genius" option in the sidebar. 

Does this foretell the whole "robots-taking-over-the-earth" thing? 

...I hope not.

Oh, and I just noticed that Mario Kart is highly illogical. Not that things have to be logical (take a look at- oh crud. My mind seems to have lost my train of thought for a moment. Never mind.).

Check out this excerpt from Wiki.

"Mario is depicted as a short, pudgy, Italian plumber who lives in the Mushroom Kingdom. In the Marioseries, he repeatedly stops the plans of Bowser to kidnap Princess Peach and subjugate the Mushroom Kingdom."

The dude is a plumber, for goodness' sake. 

But he's got his own theme song, a trillion video games based on him and the ability to jump real high and grow really big by consuming mushrooms. 

Oh, by the way, guys, I know where Baby Mario comes from. There's this game called "Yoshi's Island" I used to play on my Gameboy, and a Baby Mario rides on Yoshi's back while they travel some far and pointless journey to get him reunited with his brother. Or something. Good game, that. Yoshi is so cute. He's even got his own Wiki page.

Cool.

Software requirements have been met.

Oh man oh man oh man.

I just discovered that The Sims 3 is being released WORLDWIDE on the second of June. 

I can't breathe. 

Wow. 

And it's going to be for Mac as well. 

This is just so awesome. 

Though I need an upgrade to 10.5.7. But that's no problem. I can get that for free. 

I need The Sims 3, man.

Okay, momentary shock over. 

Gonna play Wii later with Ivanka and Ly En. 

Whee.

This is fun.

Universal language.

Yum. Doughnuts. Syafiqah bought 'em for us this afternoon. Thank you, Syaf.

So basically I spent the whole afternoon with Wardah, Fatinn and Emily in Music Room A, then migrated to Music Room B just so we could play the drums (not that any of us know how to play, but it's super fun). 

Boom. Crash. Thud. Crash. 

Cool.

I can't believe we spent the whole afternoon talking and playing music though. 

I still look like a total retard trying to play the piano. Fatinn taught me how to play Fur Elise and now I can play that song (roughly) on two instruments. 

I think that's pretty awesome. 

Then we forced Syaf to come down with us to watch Meet The Spartans in the TV room. Weirdest movie ever. When I watched Epic Movie, I thought nothing could ever be as pointless and crappy as that, but man, Meet The Spartans proved me wrong. Very wrong.

Now I has to go sleep. Or choose one of my unread books to read. 

Man, this post-exam week is awesome.

Night.

Beef spaghetti.

Exams are over! (for now.)

I think I screwed up my Physics paper pretty bad, but at least I got the number of slices of beef right.

Weird question where this lady tried to cook beef spaghetti with chicken soup. 

At least it's all over now. 

I want to go outtt.

P.S. I'll update soon. I'm just getting over the fact that we can do whatever we want now.

FIA?

Bio paper ended half an hour ago. 

This is when I'm glad I live in the hostel, 'cause I can simply walk back to my room in less than five minutes. 

I still love webcomics. 

Did you hear about F1?

Ferrari want to quit next year. First was Toyota. Then Toro Rosso and Red Bull. And  now Renault. 

You wanna know why? 

'Cause there's this dude called Max Mosley (heard about him? The guy was caught in a sex scandal just last year) who heads the FIA (Federation Internationale de l'Automobile) and wants to put a budget cap on teams starting 2010. Teams who don't want the budget cap will face technical restrictions. 

Such an outrage. 

Is this an insult to what F1 has been honing all these years? 

To be the best of the best and only the best wins? 

How can anyone be the "best" now? Two-tier championship? The rules and regulations aren't even clear anymore. Look at this year. Diffusers or no? KERS or no? No testing allowed during race season? 

It's stupid. 

I would say more, but then I realised that Mr Mosley's son passed away five days ago, so I feel kinda sorry for him right now. 

But still, he's still going to be the man who killed F1.

It's sad.

At least exams are over tomorrow. 

Oh, and Asians are cool. We invented chopsticks and kung fu, man.

Morals of chickens?

I'm listening to 'Only One' by Yellowcard right now. Brings back memories. 

I still kinda miss the band.

Our Malay paper was about chickens.

Let me do it in Malay:

Dalam bahagian C kertas kami, terdapat satu passage dari satu cerita pasal ayam panggang dan seorang lelaki yang palui berabis dan kurang ajar.

Dia berasa bahawa ayam panggangnya lebih penting daripada ibunya dan dia bersuara kasar terhadap ibunya kerana dia tidak dapat makan ayam panggang. Palui. 

Sebelum itu, dia berbasikal sepanjang tiga batu untuk mendapatkan ayam daripada Pak Longnya. Dia marah kerana Pak Longnya hendak menggunakan ayam-ayamnya itu untuk membaginya anak ayam yang banyak ekor (maaf kerana Bahasa Melayu saya cacat. How do you say "breed" in Malay?). Dia juga tidak kisah jika dia mati akibat selesema burung. Lebih palui. Kenapa dia tidak panggil KFC delivery? Kenapa dia tidak pergi ke pasar atau ke kedai makan untuk membeli ayam panggang? Kenapa dia begitu bodoh? Kita tidak tahu.

Lepas itu, cikgunya yang dulu datang. Dia marah lagi. Kenapa? Kerana anak cikgunya demam dan cikgunya hendak meminta air yang "magical" supaya anaknya ini dapat sembuh. Palui.

And after that, they asked us to find two morals of the story. The story about an idiot and his craving for roasted chicken. There is no moral. Unless you count "chickens are more important than your mother" or "always be bad-tempered". 

I'm off to do Maths now. Also, there is something wrong with my phone. I can't turn in back on, and it's annoying.

Translation:  

In Section C of our paper, there's a passage from a story about roasted chicken and a guy who is incredibly dense and rude.

He believes that his roasted chicken is way more important than his mother, and he argues and complains to her because he can't eat roasted chicken. Idiot.

Before that, he cycled a distance of three miles to get chickens from his uncle. He was angry because his uncle needed his remaining chickens to breed for him. He also didn't care if he died of bird flu. Even dumber.

Why didn't he call KFC delivery? Why didn't he go to the market or a restaurant to buy roasted chicken? Why is he so stupid? We don't know.

After that, his old teacher came. He got mad again. Why? 'Cause his teacher's kid had a fever and he wanted to ask for some magical water so his kid can recover. Dimwit.

Commercialism.

I haven't blogged for what seems like ages, but man, I can tell you, I am seriously in the mood to write rubbish right now, and the only place where I can make my horribly random writing public is here and guess what, people actually read it. 

Okay. 

I hear thunder, I can practically feel those clouds up there. 

Such a perfect start to the day. 

Which I probably need if I want to study like mad today. 

This time next week, I'll be able to do anything I want, 'cause exams will be over. Okay, maybe not anything, but some things. 

Like buy waffles. Go out. Play MarioKart Wii. Go out. Eat out. Have fun. Read all my unread books. Go out. Have fun in the Music room. Go out. Maybe watch a movie. Go out. Watch videos on YouTube. Go out. Play Spore. Go out. Et cetera. 

Though after the exams, I'm kinda dreading my results. 

Today's race is at Spain, Circuit De Catalunya. Man. If "the rain in Spain falls mainly in the plain" thing is true (which it obviously is not), I sure hope Catalunya doesn't qualify as "plain" and that it doesn't rain at all. 

Ferrari have been "improving" their car all week, and practice session 3 was the best, with both cars topping the charts. 

Then Raikkonen had to make a stupid mistake (which he admitted to, that it was stupid as well) and stopped after five laps, thinking he could get into Q2. Which he didn't. At least Hamilton got 14th in his McLaren, so that lifted me and Stel's spirits. 

Massa on the other hand, got fourth. I hope he overtakes everybody and ends up winning. He deserves it. The dude tries so hard, and what do Ferrari give him? A bad case of KERS and terrible strategy. 

Forza Ferrari. Has faith.

One thing I love about race weekends is that Stella and I talk non-stop about it. F1 is awesome and we know it. 

Oh, and today's Mother's Day. Second Sunday of May. I wish I was home to greet my mum personally, but I can't. If I were I would but I'm not so I can't. 

Anyway, Happy Mother's Day, mum. 

I would buy you chocolate but then I realised I would eat it before I got back home.

Acidic or basic?

Congratulations to Fazrul aka monkey boy for his hundredth post. 

This is my hundredth of the year, Fazrul. In your face. Hahah. Though this just shows that I've got practically no life and blog almost every day of the year. 

Oh mum, don't misunderstand me. I am studying as I type this. Reading about volcanoes and how to prevent many people from dying in the case of an eruption. I be good. 

Syafiqah and I have made a deal. We'd remind each other to study. All the time. Mesti majal berabis. Cematu lah. Hah. Bahasa Brunei for the win.

ACE was taken up by English, and Physics reverted back to being dull. 

Today was the last FPS session ever, I think. That's pretty awesome. No more afternoons being bored. But since I lied so much during Open House, I can't seem to bring myself to say how awful it is without feeling guilty. 

Thank goodness it's over.

Anyway, need to go revise. Study. Cram. Whichever. All equally sucky. But what can we do about it?

Best just get this over with.

Oh, by the way, my new favourite phrase is "mass gathering". 

Y?

Chain mail is funny, for once.

Why do drugstores make the sick walk all the way to the back of the store to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front?

Why do people order double cheeseburgers, large fries, and a diet coke?

Why do banks leave both doors open and then chain the pens to the counters?

Why do we leave cars worth thousands of dollars in the driveway and put our useless junk in the garage?

Why do we buy hot dogs in packages of ten and buns in packages of eight?

Why do they have drive-up ATM machines with Braille lettering?

EVER WONDER...
Why the sun lightens our hair,  but darkens our skin ?

Why women can't put on mascara with their mouth closed?

Why don't you ever see the headline 'Psychic Wins Lottery'?

Why is 'abbreviated' such a long word?

Why is it that doctors call what they do 'practice'?  

Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavor, and dishwashing liquid made with real lemons?

Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker?

Why is the time of day with the slowest traffic called rush hour?

Why isn't there mouse-flavored cat food?

Why didn't Noah swat those two mosquitoes?

Why do they sterilize the needle for lethal injections?

You know that indestructible black box that is used on airplanes? Why don't they make the whole plane out of that stuff?!

Why don't sheep shrink when it rains?

Why are they called apartments when they are all stuck together?

If flying is so safe, why do they call the airport the terminal?

Great for post starters.

We seem to be getting a lot of free time lately, or rather, time we could have or were supposed to use for self-study but we never bothered to. 

Like yesterday, when there was an emergency urgent meeting for all teachers. We had two hours free. No Bio. 

Then this afternoon, I had two hours and half to waste away, 'cause Music only lasted less than half an hour (got test papers back. Verdict: satisfactory). I think I'm going to miss that class. 

So, after my lunch of dark chocolate M&Ms (just kidding, mum. I had lunch. I swear.), Zhen Jie, Si Min and I were super jobless. And I mean it. Super, uber, jobless. 

Attempted to borrow Isaac's guitar from Kelvin, and ended up doing a demo which in my opinion wasn't really great. 

Meh.

Chasing Cars is a great song though.

Just got back from temperature-taking/roll-call/meeting-in-pantry-about-why-fridge-is-so-full. 

It's a mystery. 

Outcast.

I'm finally done filing my English file. I think. I hope. 

Long school day today, 'specially since they pushed everything forward by half an hour to do yet another temperature-taking exercise at 11 a.m, interrupting English. Cool, but meh. 

Speaking of English, the rest of the groups attempted to do their English presentations (do the words "Mockingbird" and "Flies" sound familiar to you?).

'Nyway, our Malay teacher came back. And she gave us back our test papers. Ouch. Sucky. 

After long and draggy lessons, I stayed back in the canteen with Rania and MJ while waiting for Feyra's opera performance thing to begin.

Bunch of us Year 2s were watching people walk up to the side gate, try to open it, glance at the sign that says something along the lines of  "Health Notice: Gate locked", stand numbly for a few moments, then leave. 

Poor people. 

It got really funny toward the end. I know it's bad, but we burst into laughter every time someone came. Not good.

Fatinn came over, and we went to the Lower Audi for the performance. Apparently we had to take our temperatures and record 'em before we went in. Fatinn's strangely cold-blooded. All readings below 36 degrees. Hypothermia? Who knows?

So the Year 4 Music students' project, based on 'And Then There Were None'. 

It was pretty weird at first. Then it got extremely amusing. It was kinda creepy though. 

I need to stop interrupting my own sentences. And to stop delaying posts a day later.

Pre-exam week.

I can't believe I'm stuck here on a nice Sunday afternoon trying to do Maths problems I have no idea how to solve. They're not even my problems. Who makes up these things, anyway? I don't want to find the coordinates of H, or the equation of line L. Stupid exams and revision.

I suck at Math. I shouldn't even be here. Doing this Math. Math I suck at. 

Math is out to get me. I swear.

And that's not cool, man.

Maybe I'll take a little break. Yeah. That should help.

Not.

Maybe I should, you know, do something else. 

Like read up on rocks for Geo, or the nitrogen cycle for Bio. 

Why is everything so terribly dull?

"As snow falls on desert sky," -MCR

This swine flu epidemic is confusing. 

Till a few days ago, I didn't even know it existed. Now everybody's talking about it. What's going to happen? Will they close down the schools? How many more people are going to be infected, affected, and die? Are we going to be able to go back home this June? Who knows?

Questions, questions.

(Note there are two different links above depending on what you want to know.)

Can people catch swine flu from eating pork?
No. Swine influenza viruses are not transmitted by food. You can not get swine influenza from eating pork or pork products. Eating properly handled and cooked pork and pork products is safe. Cooking pork to an internal temperature of 160°F kills the swine flu virus as it does other bacteria and viruses.

Hah. You see, it's okay to eat pork (not that I do, anyway). 

Temperature-taking every night after roll-call and every morning in class? Tsk.

On other matters, I finished reading 'Outcast' this afternoon (meaning yes, I did eventually finish the "bunny book", Watership Down). 

Outcast is great. Such excellent consistency in writing flavour. I like.

Watership Down was at times exciting, pointless, intriguing, and strange. Taking into account that the entire book was written about rabbits doing rabbit things in a rabbit's point-of-view, it was pretty awesome too.

Must start studying. Swine flue doesn't change anything right now. Exams are still going to happen.

I wish exams would just shrivel up and die.

Wolverine.

X-Men rule. Well, sorta. Seriously epic.

I watched X-Men Origins: Wolverine at Shaw House last night, with Wardah, Syafiqah, Fatinn, Emily, Faiz and Nicholas. NUSH Bruneians minus Feyra, Kevin and Insan.

We went out to "auntie" Mal's (our education attaché from the Embassy) new apartment at Orchard for doa selamat and makan. 

Man, one day, when I'm rich, I'm going to own a place just like this.

Imagine if the hostel had a pool. Or two. That would be awesome.

After spending a few hours there just eating, talking and watching the Winter X-Games on ESPN, we thanked our host and wasted time just walking around. Then we met up with Nicholas and ate at Pizza Hut. 

Why waste a Mother's Day promotion? We gave Wardah the free Shokubutsu and toothpaste.

L to R: Wardah, Emily, Fatinn and Syaf.

Oh, and this is for taking pics of me and posting 'em on Facebook.