F1N1.

Just got back from the Games Room with Emily. 

Good game, good game. Pool is fun. 

Hey, guess what? It's a Friday again. 

How wonderful is that? Very.

I've got loads of homework this weekend. Bleh. Every class we've had today has had some form of homework issued to us. Essay for History, assignment for Math, that weird karangan thing for Malay. 

Also, I've got this CCA filming thing to plan with Michelle and Victoria by Monday. 

And I want to read Arabian Nights (haven't picked up the book since the day before). Been stuck on that page where another story intersects another story (I can't even remember which story I'm at).

Malay was weird all the way. Since our teacher wasn't feeling so well, we had class in a counseling room. Sofas and aircon. That was cool.

We had to write a paragraph each of a story titled "The Secret" (in Malay, of course) and then switch with another group to continue it. 

Ahmad, Aisyah and I had loads of ideas (werewolves, gay people, murder, terrorist attacks), but since our vocabulary was absolutely atrocious, what we could write down was terribly limited.

A few of the guys started this weird love affair with mice 'cause of the mousetrap (the one with all the glue and bait) in there. Which meant the paragraphs they wrote had to have the word "tikus" in them. "Hatiku bagai digigit tikus", "yang dipenuhi tikus", et cetera et cetera.

But our teacher said she'll deduct our marks if any of us write anything illogical. Hmm.

Need to finish that up by Monday. 

We did bearings in Math today. It wasn't so bad. I wanted to doodle but Ivy stole my scrap paper just because I drew a picture of a chair. No fun.

.

Dark. Toiletmate's just switched off the bathroom lights. Can't see a thing apart from my laptop screen. I really should be going.

Arrivederci.

Lens.

Headbangin' to 'Show Me How To Live' right now. To whoever who has this song, please send it to me. Please?

I found out this morning that Michael Schumacher's coming back to drive for Ferrari while Massa's recovering. 

I want to be happy. I really do. 

But I'm kinda afraid he won't do as good as in his heyday. I don't want to not have confidence in my F1 idol. I loved Schumi back then. 

He was the awesomest.

Now, I'm worried. I'm hoping hard he can make a comeback and show us he's still the best.

I do not want Hamilton to beat Schumi. I think I'd break down in tears if that happened. 

Hamilton can not afford to be cockier than he already is. 

Good thing about Schumacher coming back? I get to see him drive again. Or at least, read all about it. 

They say being teamed up with Schumi will bring the "old" Kimi back by kick-starting his competitive spirit. How I've missed the Iceman. All his flying laps and sweet, cool, overtaking manoeuvres. Fingers crossed then.

So I guess it's good that old Schumi's back in the cockpit again after all. 

Keep in mind, the guy's forty.

Forza Ferrari.

Fatinn accidentally coined a new term this morning during breakfast. "F1N1". I believe it's a disease that makes people F1 fanatics.

I've got a bad case of F1N1, man.

So in case you're not that into motorsport and I'm boring you terribly, I'll switch to talking about school. (Which might be equally boring so you better just close your browser window and leave.)

Wrote an essay on my favourite sounds during English. Basically made up some crap and wrote it down. All one and a half pages of it.

Then we had Physics.

Have I ever mentioned that I'm not really great at Physics?

Well, yeah. I have now.

It's been kind of a long day today, so I'll end this post right about...

...now.

Adieu.

P.S. It's Chun Wee's birthday today. Happy sixteenth, cuz.

Duplicity.

Hello world.

I'm super tired right now. Too tired to form coherent sentences. So I will blog in point form tonight.

Today I:

- Left the hostel early to meet my dad's uncle and cousin and extended family members for lunch.

- Had lunch with them (as was our purpose) at Takashimaya.

- Followed them around Orchard while they looked for things to buy. Chatted with my aunt (dad's cousin) along the way.

- Left them for Shaw House to meet Deborah, MJ, Ivy, Cheryl and Jia Hong to watch a movie.

- Watched 'Duplicity'. Couldn't comprehend a single thing for the first fifteen minutes, 'cause we went in late. It was kinda funny though. The problem was we had no idea who was double-crossing who, and there were too many romantic scenes for comfort.

- Left Shaw House for someplace else. We accidentally left a tub of popcorn in the bathroom. I wonder if anyone noticed.

- Had fun.

- Shared a pizza with Deborah. We chose our own toppings, and it didn't taste bad either. Yum. We kinda struggled to finish it in the end though. Super filling.

- Went home with Ivy and MJ.

- Came back and blogged.

- Found out that BMW Sauber are quitting F1. Maybe they'll be taken over right before next year's race season and become one of the frontrunners. Who knows. I don't want them to leave though. And about Massa, I sure hope he recovers quickly.

Forza Felipe, siamo con te. 

Forza Ferrari.

Story in a story in a story.

The slow internet speed here is killing me. Or was it all the spamming we were doing on MSN just now? Hm.

Anyway, I'm here in the pantry, sitting at a table, on a chair, under a ceiling, in a building, on the ground, under the clouds in the sky, et cetera et cetera (here meaning make up your own crap and continue). 

We don't have school tomorrow. That's cool. They declared it an official school holiday 'cause our principal decided we deserve a treat from all our hard work in achieving a great many rewards for the school. (Please note that this does not include me whatsoever but I'll take it anyway.)

We had PE in class today. Not as fun. We all expected to play badminton.

Badminton good. 

I wanted to play.

But instead, we had some Olympics thing. 

I started reading 'Arabian Nights'/'A Thousand and One Nights" this afternoon during one of those super long breaks we have. I thought it consisted of many stories being told in a story, but it actually consisted of stories being told in stories being told in the main story being told in the book. 

Which is super confusing. I bet that by the time I'm halfway through the book, I'll have forgotten the very first story told.

God knows how the poor guy who translated the original text actually did it. If I were him, I'd have torn the manuscript up and torn my hair out in frustration and broken down into tears.

But if I were him and the me-him did that, we wouldn't have the English version of Arabian Nights as we do today. But then again, if I were him and I'd have given up translating, I'd actually have to know the story beforehand because I'd have read it but then again if it were so confusing I wouldn't have had to be able to read it and if I were him I'd be kinda dead by now so I wouldn't even be alive to type this and read the English version of Arabian Nights.

Hey, would you look at that. I don't seem to be making sense at all at this hour of the day.

I must bid thee good night before I drive you guys crazy with my nonsense.

Night.

Chair.

I've had Audioslave's 'Show Me How To Live" stuck in my head all day.

Through mentoring, through the non-existent English lesson we had 'cause our teacher didn't come, throughout Chem, throughout CCA, and all the little breaks in between, too.

But not through Malay though. 'Cause Cikgu Isa came back for a day.

His topic of discussion for the day was "Myths and other stupid things people still believe in the modern society". 

The old dude then commenced with his one-sided discussion, covering everything from astronomy to dietary habits, diseases to Harry Potter, technology to movie effects and writing books. He even took a sly turn at scolding us for not paying attention at one point, but I don't think anyone else noticed. Genius, 'im.

To be honest, I really like Cikgu Isa. He kinda reminds me of my great-grandmother. But not, you know, in that sense, 'cause he's not female (obviously).

For CCA today we had this "Digital Filmmaking" workshop thing, which is going to go on for the next five weeks. 

It was fun.

Had to write wack story lines which was really fun.

I should honestly wrap up this post for now.

Need to sleep.

Night.

A spring at Hungaroring.

Stella's updates on MSN are five minutes or so ahead of the Live Race Centre's.

Though the Live Race Centre isn't quite so biased toward Ferrari, Stel does a pretty good job.

Makes me miss Astro.

It looks like Hamilton's going to win this race (though I fervently wish it not so). And yeah, he's won.

And Kimi Raikkonen takes second for Ferrari! 

Man, I really, really, want to hear Steve Slater say that out loud. 

Ferrari have been through a tough week, what with Massa's skull fracture and everything. Luckily we've got a four week season break coming up, so the poor guy's got time to recover.

I think I've got so much F1 on my mind right now, I don't know what to type next. 

I've had a very idle weekend so far. No homework. (Yeah, you read right. Can't believe it's true either.)

My brain's dead. Bleh.

See you tomorrow.

Edit: Oh, and I went on YouTube to watch a replay of Massa's accident. The spring popped out of nowhere and hit him squarely on the head. Now that's what I call unfortunate.

Kira-Kira.

I'm currently on Espnstar's Live Race Centre keeping track of qualifying for tomorrow's Hungarian Grand Prix.

And check this out:

"The timing systems seem to have collapsed. All drivers complete their final laps but it is unclear who has pole position! Alonso is being congratulated but no one really knows who has pole! What an eventful qualifying session!" -courtesy of the Live Race Centre

How interesting.

Poor Massa. I hope he'll be okay and that he gets to race tomorrow. Who the loser left debris on the track for his car to unfortunately trip over (or something like that)?

Apparently Alonso has taken pole. Hm. Raikkonen and Massa take seventh and tenth respectively. Hamilton goes fourth. (Blackadder Goes Forth, anyone?)

Oh well.

Good luck for tomorrow's race though.

I'm listening to "Exterminate Regenerate" by Chameleon Circuit on YouTube right now. It's awfully good. I've been playing it again and again and again. 

It's a Time Lord Rock (trock) band with this guy in it. Trock is a term for songs written about Doctor Who. I think it's kinda cool that people write songs about this kinda stuff.

I woke up late this morning. Seven twenty-five. Yeah, really. I was kinda supposed to be at school ten minutes earlier, so... yeah.

But that doesn't really matter anymore 'cause I got the job done anyway. 

It's interesting to see how people act in front of a video camera. They glance at it and kinda go "Oh my God it's a camera" and then try to carry on normally.

Then I came back and slept and then read Kira-Kira by Cynthia Kadohata, which was really touching and great to read. (Thank you to Rania for lending it to me.)

Now I've got to like, go and do things regular people do when they're not writing blog posts.

Whatever that is.

Air hockey.

I'm really tired.

But I couldn't bear not blogging tonight, 'cause I've got a lot to say. 

Yeah, you guys better brace yourselves (or your eyeballs) unless I fall asleep halfway through this post.

We did Law of Sine (and all that) during Math today. In between calculating lengths and angles of triangles, I drew Daniel (remember him?) from this Physics assignment of ours a few weeks ago. He had an afro, bling, shades, and was moonwalking. 

Then MJ drew a tail on him for some reason, and Jia Hong drew him smoking right before I left for Mother Tongue.

We were sort of hoping we wouldn't have to do anything for Malay, but it turned out our teacher had come to school that day and we had some sort of test. I think I might fail.

When we got back to class I resumed my drawing of Daniel. I drew a "Daniel on weed", a "Daniel's attempt at courtship" and a "Daniel at work". 

Then we had History, talked about the impact of the Europeans on SEA and stuff like that. 

One solution for the poor people to get rich quick was to sell their organs, but Ms Chua wouldn't listen to us. Hm.

Later on, during that large gap between History and CCA time, we talked about how Ivy's boyfriend was a chair. Also, I finished off Pride and Prejudice and Zombies in the library.

Pride and Prejudice and Zombies is weirdly funny. Some parts are so appalling it makes you want to close the book, but then you have to keep on reading because you want to know how Elizabeth and Mr Darcy get together in the end. And then again some parts are so funnily absurd it makes you smile to yourself.

And yes, it was awesome. 

I'll never be able to look at Pride and Prejudice the same way again. Sorry, Jane Austen. And thank you, Seth Grahame-Smith, for making me laugh.

Then during CCA, we went to the Esplanade to see some paintings that looked like photographs and some photographs that looked like paintings. Very nice.

We've got a new air hockey table in the Games Room. Fun.

Hey, the Hungarian Grand Prix is this weekend. Toro Rosso sacked poor Sebastien Bourdais and replaced him with a Spanish dude called Jaime Alguersuari (who'll be the youngest driver ever to compete in an F1 race this Sunday at 19 years and 126 days). 

This kinda kills the theory about Toro Rosso only hiring drivers called "Sebastian".

No fun.

Anyway, I have to go sleep now.

Night.

Knock knock knockin'.

The internet's finally being reasonable since the big "internet breakdown" thing.

And I can finally sign in to MSN.

Such a reason to celebrate.

We went to the lab for Physics today. Did some stuff on refraction but kept getting distracted by making hand shadows with the light beaming things and looking at people from weird angles with the glass blocks we were supposed to measure the index of refraction of.

Then Ms Li showed us some cool stuff with a laser beam. 

Sometimes I wish I was taller so I wouldn't have to tiptoe to see things.

I'm watching part of the U2 concert my cousin watched on YouTube. It looks beyond awesome. Check it out. 

One of my dreams is to like, high five Bono. That'd be awesomely cool. Oh yeah. 

Actually, I'd love to high five a lot of people. Jackie Chan is one of them. And probably Confucius too, but he's not exactly alive. Such a pity.

I think if I posted yesterday, I would've talked about finally going back to having "regular" Malay classes and how I really do suck at Math.

But since I'm such a lazy arse, I won't be bothered elaborate.

I'm off to read Pride and Prejudice and Zombies now.

Adieu.

P.S. Oh, on my way back from school, I glanced at the date on the canteen menu and realised it's Sharlyn's birthday today. Happy birthday, man.

TOA CAH SOH.

My cousin went to watch U2 at Amsterdam last night (or around five or six hours ago Netherlands time). I'm so envious. He got to see Bono in person.

His exact words: 

Awesome

It was so cool. 

The stage was magnificent. 

The lighting 

The effect was great.

Man, I would've loved to have been there.

While I'm dreaming, this hoodie looks super cool. 

Anyway, Rania, MJ, Jia Hong and I completely ditched our Confucius idea and came up with a new and not-as-awesome one for our English brochure.

Oh, and she said I could write a rap, a screamo and a heavy metal song for the English book thing, given that I could actually do it. Oh, it's on.

Also, we continued our gymnastics thing during PE. Fun. Climbed walls and attempted handstands (failed). 

I wonder why Spiderman complains about his life so much. Dude, you can climb walls, so stop whining. It's strange how running up to walls and running into them and running up them is so addictive. 

We should make parkour a sport in the school syllabus.

I think people who blog on a daily basis don't really need a Twitter account. 

But whatever.

I've got to go and discuss this project we made up as a joke but got took seriously for and now we have to come up with a proper proposal for.

It was a joke. Why can't you take us seriously when we say that?

"This love has taken its toll on me," -Maroon 5

Yo homies.

I've been quite occupied lately, what with all the stuff on Youtube to watch and all the school-related things to do.

Was researching the Batak people of North Sumatra yesterday for this History thing we need to do. It's surprising how much we don't know about other people from our region.

Knowledgeable people and clever people aren't the same, are they? 

I think the difference could be that if person A were knowledgeable and if person B were clever, person A would know all sorts of facts about the trap he/she/it were in, and person B would actually devise a way to get him/her/itself out of it.

Actually, I think I may be wrong. Knowledgeable people and clever people don't really stray far from each other.

I don't really know.

Being knowledgeable is cool though.

Confucius says so too.

Oh, and I thought I'd share a picture of someone totally failing at a moonwalk attempt.

FAILED. Tsk tsk. 

Who is this loser, anyway?

Speaking of losers, I totally screwed up my Chem practical test today. Took the wrong ratio and died. 

Then got resurrected in time for Talentsearch.

We got second. 

Woot.

P.S. Congratulations to Emily (when marimba rhythms start to play) for getting second in the solo category, and to everyone else who won things and/or participated.

Zoombies.

Food Battle 2009 is out! 

Now that's a reason to celebrate.

I went out with Pacahh (Wardah, Emily, Syaf and Fatinn) to Marina Square today. For some reason we've been calling ourselves 'Pacahh' since May and it's stuck.

Check out the paratroopers we saw during a NDP rehearsal this evening. They look like little specks, so look a bit closer if you can't see anything but cloudy sky.

Whee.

Then there were the fireworks. My phone camera's too slow to catch anything more spectacular than the orange blotch here. 

But just so you know, the fireworks were worth "ooh"-ing and "aah"-ing about.

Since I finished The Ask and the Answer a few days ago (simply brilliant book. Genius of an author ended it in another cliffhanger so I need to get my hands on the third book) and I seem to be avoiding to read 'Kite Runner', I got three new books today. 

All classics. Arabian Nights volume 1, The Three Musketeers and Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.

Okay fine, I lied. Pride and Prejudice and Zombies doesn't actually qualify as a classic. But it's a real book, I swear.

See?

Now that's cool.

Whee, zoombies.

To book death?

Since it's a Friday night and I've got nothing better to do, I decided to upload a picture of one of the best advertisements ever in the history of epic advertisements.

For those who need a translation, it basically says, "Death.  To book, please call *this number* during office hours."

That's just too weird to be true. 

We discover the strangest things in Malay class.

*Yeah, I know it's an unfortunate coincidence that the two separate ads blended together so nicely. But hey, whatever entertains us.

White Man's Burden.

I cannot resist the urge to blog even though I was planning to play The Sims 3 just now.

Last night, Wardah showed me something. People really do take pictures of me secretly and post them on Facebook.

Maz, Faiza, if any of you read this, you're so screwed.

Nah, I was just kidding. I still love you guys. But seriously. This is why I don't have a Facebook account. 

We had our History quiz today. It wasn't as hard as I thought it'd be. Not at all.

Lucky. 

Ms Chua (History teacher) didn't come, so Ms Chua (our Geo teacher last sem) filled in for her. It's kinda funny actually, how two teachers in the Humanities department have the same surname.

Then we had free time to finish off (here meaning write loads and loads of made-up rubbish) our History assignments.

Oh, and Cikgu Isa is still here. Apparently he's leaving on Monday. I think I'm gonna miss the old dude. He's kinda cool, you know. We're never going to be able to be late for class for no reason whatsoever again. 

He tried to offer us health advice this morning, after his attempt to make us write a dialog on the diseases old people suffer failed and let us read the newspaper.

I think the guy's a bit concerned about his own health.

But I say he's doing pretty good for his age.

I just realised the weekend's started. Cool.

Music room tonight? Of course.

I want to learn how to play the drums. Then I'd be a notch higher in awesomeness.

Awesomeness.

P.S. My iPod nano broke last week. It still works, but the top kinda bulges out now and you have to press on the bulge it to lock/unlock it. I would like to get a new one, but I feel kinda sorry for my old one. What to do?

P.P.S. Happy birthday Fazrul aka monkey boy. One more year to legal driving, man.

Solar cars.

Hey blogosphere, what's up?

I'll tell you what's up. Clouds in the sky. Blocking the sun's full potential. Usually, I'd celebrate, 'cause I'm not a huge fan of sunny days. 

But you know, sometimes we gotta contradict ourselves. So I was hoping for the sun to come out to power our solar car (which actually works when the sun is strong, surprise surprise).

And yeah, our solar car does work. Though it keeps stopping and has to be kick-started. Literally. Violence usually isn't the answer, but whatever works. (We didn't kick it that hard, just a little nudge. *cough*)

In the end, we (Cheryl, Jeren, Weizhang and I) kinda gave up after Ms Li gave us the "can run half the track" mark, which was lenient enough considering we tried (give or take) five billion times.

Rania and MJ's "Revive" car did surprisingly well. I bet it was from all the Revive they drank.

Personally I think our car is cute, but not as cute as the one Yos made for his group. It's real small. And the thing is, it actually works. And ran the full length of the track/netball court.

Hell.

Though we could race a snail against that car and the snail would win.

And throughout all that commotion of cars running, being nudged and playing netball (the people, not the cars), Jonathan was trying to light Kendrick's hair on fire with a magnifying glass.

I don't know what was so funny, but Cheryl and I kept laughing. Hmm.

Thank God Ms Li's nice enough to stand all our nonsense.

I've got a History quiz to read for tomorrow and a Chem assignment due tomorrow I have to finish.

So I bid thee, arrivederci.

...Hey, it rhymes.

Geese.

Hey, guess what?

Talentsearch has been postponed. Again.

I honestly have no idea what's going on. Probably they've decided that holding a competition will spread swine flu instantly. Or perhaps they just want us to be constantly on tenterhooks so that they can suddenly tell us the competition is the very next day and see who can do the best last-minute preparation?

Honestly.

This morning during ACE, we were told we were dumber than geese. That's kinda okay with me, I guess, 'cause I think they use geese as role models for teamwork and humans aren't very good at that. 

But why geese? I bet they haven't heard the term "silly goose" before. 

Are geese even silly? I think they're pretty okay. Who on earth came up with that "silly goose" thing? The prejudiced arse.

And why didn't they use ants as an example instead? Ants are super hardworking and teamwork (should be a verb, that one) all the time. Check this out.

Anyway, my brain doesn't seem to be functioning well tonight.

I'mma go off now.

Ciao.

Signature.

Oh man oh man oh man.

I've just discovered that Signature (google 'em, Britain's Got Talent) performed during the '09 Silverstone Grand Prix. That makes that race even more special now (besides it being possibly the last F1 race there ever).

Man, Signature is so awesome.

Anyway, today we endured another six and a half hour break. Well actually, one hour was taken up by extra History (which was fun), which left us with a five and a half hour break. Which was still pretty long in comparison with what other classes get.

Man, we're so awesome.

During the six-that-turned-into-five and a half hours of nothing to do, I managed to finish my Maths assignment (thanks to Zhen Jie), do one Chem question, read a few pages of The Ask and the Answer, win at least ten games of Freecell, and have lunch.

Man, productivity is awesome.

Then during PE, we did some gymnastics thing. Had to do this tripod stand thing, where you balance yourself on your head and two hands and balance your knees on a spot near your elbows while showing your butt to the world. I did it for a mere three seconds, but you know, that's better than nothing, right?

Man, that was awesome.

Somehow Cyrus was really good at tripod-ing (is that a proper term?).

And somehow Cheryl starts laughing whenever anyone tries to grab her ankles to do a wheelbarrow.

Ms Lee made the guys do some wheelbarrow fight thing just for the sake of entertainment.

Man, Ms Lee is awesome.

I should really stop saying "Man, *insert subject here* is/was awesome," 'cause my mother might call me and ask me to stop being so majal.

And yes, my mum reads this.

God knows what the world has come to.

Oh, and I'm pretty sure the world would still survive without Facebook.

Night.

"On a dark desert highway," -Eagles

My connection disconnected three times in the last five minutes. 

Some connection we have here.

Ivy got me a copy of The Ask and the Answer by Patrick Ness (Chaos Walking book two) on Friday at IMM (not for free though, I paid), 'cause she knew I wanted it and on the condition that I had to lend it to her.

Loving it already.

Cikgu Isa wanted us to write a dialog about wait for it, wait for it, two people talking about H1N1.

We asked him stupid questions to which he obligingly answered for half an hour until time was up so we didn't have to do a thing. I couldn't believe that actually worked. 

If think if you looked up "manipulatable" in the dictionary, his face would come up. Poor guy. He tries hard.

We're supposed to come up with this travel brochure thing for English. Jia Hong, Rania, MJ and I decided to advertise Beijing 'cause MJ's from China and all. 

We were also supposed to discuss it this morning, but we ended up with something like this:

"Confucius say, 'Come to China, or I tax you!'*

Come visit Beijing, and experience all things authentically Chinese, such as being yelled at by authentic Chinese people wearing authentic Chinese clothes with authentic Chinese hairstyles using authentic Chinese accents and authentic Chinese profanities. Enjoy our authentic Chinese food and breathe in the authentic Chinese polluted air!

So come to Beijing, because Confucius said so."

*Inside joke from History.

Yeah, so that's pretty much it, I guess. 

Our English teacher is going to murder us. 

Oh well.

A year ago, if anyone told me I was going to be enjoying History lessons, I'd tell them that wouldn't happen even if Cikgu Ruzidah got married (no offense) and had like, ten kids.

But man, if I really said that, I totally take it back. 

It's fun.

Now I has to be goin'.

Ciao for now.

P.S. Yeah, I know I can't be gangsta'. But there's no harm in trying, right?

...Right?

Pool!

I am completely bummed. 

Kimi had a mechanical failure. That is not cool, Ferrari. Not cool at all.

And Stel, I told you we'd get a podium. It's never too late to start hoping.

Congratulations on your best result this season Massa. And you too, Rosberg aka Britney.

Congratulations to Mark Webber on his first ever win. And to Red Bull for their second one-two of the season.

And to Ferrari, I still support you. Because we're cool that way. (Whoops, I've just committed an English no-no by starting a sentence with 'because'. But this isn't a graded paper or anything so there's nothing you can do. Hah.)

I was playing pool with Emily and Fatinn in the Games Room just now, and I borrowed Fatinn's laptop so I could read updates on the Live Race Centre (such a lifesaver, that). Syaf wouldn't play. Why not, Syaf, why not?

I'm kinda happy for all the drivers who can finally prove themselves after racing for such a long time. I also feel for Heikki Kovalainen because McLaren gave him a crappy car and always favour their champion Lewis Hamilton first and foremost. Bleh.

I'm now waiting for Effie's cover of 'Poker Face' to download but YouTube is lagging along with the internet speed here.

Oh, and I can play 'Over The Rainbow' now, 'cause I dug out my old scores. It's cute.

My new strings rock.

Forza Ferrari.

P.S. Effie, you're good, you know that?

JRR Tolkien.

Just got back from the TV Room. 

Watched 'Just Follow Law'. I've seen it before though, but it's as funny the second time as it was the first. 

For some reason I'm watching LoTR trailers on YouTube. I love LoTR. It's the best of the best of the best of the most epic story ever. And I've never seen a movie (or movies, in this case) as epic as the book itself. 

John Ronald Reuel Tolkien (yeah, I'm such a geek, I didn't even have to look that up to type it in) was awesome. I totally look up to that dude. Amazing man with amazing talent.

I remember being around nine or ten (this makes me sound really old, doesn't it?), and I was sitting through a super long movie version of 'The Return of the King' with my parents because my dad wanted to watch it. I always wondered how Saruman could keep his hair so straight and smooth, and how Aragorn was so cool and how Frodo's eyes could grow so huge.

My dad and I wanted to have a LoTR marathon last June, but somehow we couldn't find the time.

Pity.

Now I've got to go to bed so I can wake up early to have my temperature recorded tomorrow morning.

Night.

P.S. Webber on pole? Congratulations, man.

Headbangin'.

I think I was high today. High like a fish on opium.

We made the lamest jokes in during History today. 

And then Fatinn, Emily and I went for dinner, then Music Room B, then to the benches outside the office, then to the Games room, and then back to Music Room B.

And during all that, we had tonnes of fun. I swear it. 

Ivy still won't admit that I can moonwalk (even though it looks really retarded). 

Cikgu Isa's "H1/N1" obsession strikes again. Tulis surat kepada kawan kamu di Brunei and include the following points: How you're doing at school, how your school is coping with H1N1, how H1N1 is affecting you, et cetera et cetera. 

History was fun. Maritime became "Mary Tan". Who's Mary Tan?

I can't believe our History teacher puts up with us.

Cool History teachers for the win.

P.S. The internet speed here is pathetic.

Solemnity.

Today, I started using a new G string. 

Though I feel really sad for throwing away one of the best G strings ever. It was soft and easy to use. But this new one is cool 'cause it's black. It feels kinda hard when plucked, though I'll get used to texture sooner or later. Want to see my new G string?

Here it is.

It's the one closest to the silver strings. Don't they look really cool? First time ever I've had black strings. And the reason why I was talking about the G string in particular was because I used to use the composite string that was coffee-coloured and super nice to play.

D'Addario makes the best strings I've ever used.

After string-changing, I went to the TV room for this "tea session" thing with a school counsellor. All the Year 1 and Year 2 borders went apart from Kevin, Kelvin and Hyeon Kyeong, which means seven of us went. 

The counsellor must think we're a bunch of lazy, lucky, gaming/internet addicts 'cause we kept complaining about homework and the internet speed/connection (both suck equally) and then telling her we were cool with living in a hostel.

Physics and Chem successively? Not good.

And our solar car doesn't work.

Now I have it in my room and I don't know what to do since the motor works and I can't test run it under strong sunlight because it's been cloudy all afternoon and now it's night time.

At least we've got till week, and at least Cheryl and I finished the report last night (which is due next week for us).

Now I've got to go and be productive.

Adieu.

P.S. Rest in peace, my old great-aunt who lived until eighty-two by smoking and gambling majority of her life. I hope you get to meet your husband and cha-cha together again. 

Death is strange.

G Cm Fm G7

I've got "Get On Your Boots" stuck in my head.

The fire alarm just went off. Second time since we got back, I think.

There was this long queue for dinner just now. Took us fifteen minutes to actually get our food. Hmm.

Oh, and I managed to eat spaghetti and meatballs in a white jacket without getting it all covered in sauce. 

I finished reading 'The Knife of Never Letting Go" by Patrick Ness this morning. Had plenty of time to read 'cause our mentor was on MC for today. I think that if you called in sick, they'd automatically make sure you didn't come to work 'cause of the whole swine flu thing. Wouldn't want the whole school infected now, do we?

But I digress. 'The Knife of Never Letting Go' is a sad book. At times it's funny and sometimes it's sad and yet it's so true. 

It's not like Eragon, you know, with all the embellishments and made-up languages and a whole load of details. 

It's so raw (if I could put it that way). I've never read a book like that before. Even though it's set on an entirely different planet, it seems entirely possible that it could happen one day.

To put it in other words: Hell yeah it's good. (Pardon my language. Emphasis was needed.)

Some things are just pure epic.

'No Line On The Horizon' is a great album.

I'm waiting for Cheryl to finish editing our Physics report. 

English tomorrow. Urgh. 

At least it's not as terribly boring as Malay, I suppose. 

I don't really know what I'm talking about.

Oh, and nobody really cares about seating according to class or cluster. 

But at least they tried, right?

Arrivederci.

Bling.

Sometimes, I feel sad for Michael Jackson because we're only appreciating him after his death.

I'm having ice cream now, promised to us by Ms Queenie 'cause Wardah, Feyra and I won an eating competition yesterday. I didn't eat much, but Wardah was awesome.

Magnum mini = yum.

Anyway, I think some of us are just using his death as an excuse to party. I prefer to think of it as a way to let the world know that Michael Jackson was so great, we want to keep remembering him. 

I feel really bad for taking him for granted.

I'm sorry, world. 

'Cause I mess up sometimes too.

Cyrus lent me his 'No Line On The Horizon' CD. I like U2. A lot. They're just brilliant sometimes.

In our Physics assignment, there's this dude called Daniel who wears dress shoes. I was messing around with Jia Hong and we gave him a fro and some bling. 

I need to find better ways to kill six and a half hours.

Adieu.

Barbecue.

Hello world, my moonwalking is cacat.

Since we had no school today (Youth day), we (8A, my cluster) celebrated the only July birthday by having this really awesome barbecue just now.

Fun.

Fatinn dragged the rest of the 8A Bruneians to help her help Ms Queenie prepare stuff in the canteen. 

And since Fatinn and I have very little to no experience in starting barbecue fires with cute (yes, you did read that right) lumps of charcoal, we decided to pull out our cameras and stalk people.

This is a picture taken by my phone camera of me using Fatinn's camera to take a picture of her using her phone to take a picture of herself.   

...Yeah, I'm confused too.

After Wardah and I epic failed trying to heat up the satay sauce (new induction cooker in the pantry is retarded so we ended up asking the canteen staff to do it for us), we played stupid games initiated by Wardah and Woan Chyi.

Feyra bought marshmallows. Roasted marshmallows are awesome. Thank you Feyra.

I think I'm going to end up having diabetes one day.

Oh, and this is an overdue picture from last Saturday.

The book with the knife on it is mine. The rest are not (thank you, Captain State the Obvious).

Reading is gangsta', yo.

Hypochondriacs.

One of the reasons why I don't have a Facebook account is because people stalk me on Facebook even without me having an account.

Now that's screwed up.

I don't like temperature-taking in the mornings because I feel the desire to wake up at more reasonable hours. And once I wake up, I can't seem to go back to sleep again. 

I really, honestly, hope this swine flu thing ends quick.

The quarantined people are free now, and the Year 5s are coming back. So I'm guessing the hostel won't be as empty any more. 

It being not-so-empty means more people sharing facilities, meaning more people to kick out of the Music Rooms and apologise to. I do feel bad for doing that. True story. I'm not complaining though. The more the merrier, eh?

Some of us here are starting to miss home a little (or in my case, starting to miss home a little less, since the feeling's kinda worn off). It's not our fault. It annoys us knowing that quite a few people who get to eat home-cooked meals and sleep in their own beds and enjoy the company of their family take everything for granted. 

Life is limited, man. And we know that.

Thank God for our ability to make friends.

So appreciate home a little more, be a little more optimistic and don't think it's a bad thing when people think you're crazy. 

They're just jealous.

...Because I can finger moonwalk.

G'night, good people.

Justin Kredible.

Oh man, my legs are tired. 

I don't think I was built for shopping. Not that I did, anyway. I just tagged along. 

Well apparently I never got to finish this post the night before (I only got four sentences in, man) I went to bed so now I'm continuing it. 

We went to Vivo and bought stuff. Technically not me, but them. "Them" being Wardah, Fatinn, Syaf and Emily. I can't really remember whether Nicholas bought anything or not, but that's not exactly relevant. And they're all saying stuff like, for example, "No, we didn't shop. The bags followed us home."

I don't believe them.

I like YouTube. But sometimes, I can't tell whether it's a place for talented people to get discovered or a place for idiots to waste their time. Either way, I'm cool with that, man.

One thing that's kinda uncool is when the videos have this message across them saying "An error occurred. Please try again later" or something along the lines of that. 

I feel awfully thirsty right now. Had some too-salty fried rice for lunch. Bleh. 

If I were some really old hypochondriac, I'd be all "OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO GET KIDNEY FAILURE AND ALL MY HAIR IS GOING TO FALL OUT FROM ALL THE SALT SOMEONE PLEASE CALL A DOCTOR RIGHT AWAY AND GET ME SOME HAIR RESTORING LOTION WHILE YOU'RE AT IT" but I'm not really old, nor am I a hypochondriac, therefore I would just drink more water and wait for the thirst to pass. 

I've got to go to do some important stuff now, so I'll be seeing ya peeps later, yo.

Peaz outx.

Oh, and I still can't moonwalk.

Subway.

Believe it or not, our class goals thing is still intact. Awesome.

When our mentor asked Cyrus why on earth he wrote "Be awesome" on the board, he mentioned something about it was the best out of other choices that included bringing Michael Jackson back to life, which made some people look at me.

I don't know why I keep talking about Michael Jackson and moonwalking. I think I've never paid a lot of attention to him before he died, so now I'm kinda trying to let the world know that I acknowledge and appreciate his pure talent and everything even though it's too late.

The first week (or first five days, to be precise) of school is already over. Now that that's over with, and from my previous schooling experience (yeah I know I'm old), the rest of the days are going to speed past without pausing long enough for you to go "Oh hello Tuesday" or anything like that.

Oh, and before I forget, I ate at Subway for the first time ever, with Deborah, Cheryl, Jia Hong, Zhen Jie and Ivy. 

I promised Wardah to go to the Music Room today no matter what. My wrist and finger joints are all rusty. I played for like an hour and a half yesterday after one month of on-off playing. The tips of my fingers are all reddish. Still.

I need to learn how to moonwalk before Tuesday. Some weird on the spur of the moment bet I have with Ivy and Cheryl. Or is it just Ivy? I don't know. Bottom line is I have to learn how to moonwalk or I drop a notch in awesomeness.

I'mma go brush up on some songs.

Peace out.

Edit: Just heard from Faizah Brunei gets extended hols. Longer. Than an extra week. Not. Fair. But I guess, you know, governments gotta do what they gotta do to save their people from dying from oink-oink flu.

Good luck, governments.

Fridge magnets.

I'm going to like go along with the "pictures (plus a video) speak a thousand words" thing so bear with me if you prefer reading.

Check out this dude if you want. 

So apparently the whole "set class goals" thing didn't work out, so a few of us came up with something like this:

I'm pretty sure it'll be erased by tomorrow.  Pity.

Here's a picture of a mirror reflecting the image of Cheryl's hand taking a picture of the mirror we used for Physics today.

I'm so glad my phone's working again.

This here cake is good stuff from Bakerlyn. My aunt and uncle know I have an affinity for all things chocolate and cake, so they got some for me the night before I left. Yum.

And signing off with a "gangsta" approval.

Adieu.

My Chemical Romance.

I just don't see how anyone could possibly dislike rock. 

Not rock "rock", but amps and cool drum sets "rock". 

It's just too awesome to hate.

We had ACE this morning, and it was something about setting goals with the help of the convenient acronym SMARTER. Yeah, they love to acronym-ise (that's should be a word, honest) things here.

So basically this SMARTER stands for Stupid Moronic Arsehole Retarded Terrible and Extremely Retarded. There should also have been a P for Pointless but I guess they forgot about that.

I probably have a few goals in life. One, is to not die of assassination/murder/suicide. Secondly, I want to be like, really, truly awesome. Thirdly, I want to be rich and happy.

Actually, I'd rather not have any goals, because I'd rather not fail. I don't think I want "Died a failure" all over my tombstone. 

But then again, if you don't try, you don't know.

So anyway, Cikgu Isa's obsession with "N1H1" continues. We had to write a karangan each about it. 

Actually Fatinn and I find him rather endearing; boring and pointless his classes are. He's like an old, long-lost grandpa you just want to give a hug to. I guess. I'd never met any of my grandfathers so I don't exactly know.

I'mma go do my Physics now. 

Adieu.

P.S. It was about time I used the name of my fave band as a post title.