I almost forgot to put a title here.

Eheh. Cake. I love pictures of cake.

This one...wasn't as good. 

But cake is still cake, and cake is what I live for.

Oh, and I didn't say how I got my bruised foot. We had a session with the punching bags, and it's a great stress reliever. Longest two minutes ever. 

And then another two minutes. And another one. That was my last though, I had to leave early to go to that birthday party.

I should kick more with my left leg. Balance it out.

Yeah.

Perpetual.

Junk mail and I, we fight a never-ending war. 

I'm so glad it's a public holiday today, otherwise I would have to go for training with a bruised foot. Really, really bruised. 

I like Hulu's orangutan. 

My iMac can't play The Sims 2. The disc claims it doesn't have a "2000 megahertz processor" or something. But it does. Hmm, whatever. It's too old to detect the new-ness of my iMac.

There was a birthday party I had to attend yesterday. Didn't know the baby, but at least I pretended to. 

I have pictures of the cake (which was, alas, fruit cake).

But my phone ran out of battery again, so I had to charge it downstairs. 

I'll upload some pics later.

Do you think I should change my blog layout? I want to, but I can't decide which one to use...

Meh.

Wait for me.

Wani noticed something as we sat in the gym being as bored as could be. 

"Hey guys," she said. "Two weeks ago we were complaining about how we couldn't study for TT3 right here, in the gym, and now it's over!"

Hah. Yes!

But somehow, it doesn't feel as good as I thought it would be. But who knew, the best things come from unexpected places. 

My day started okay-ish. Last night, I slept late 'cause my mum had to attend that Quran reading competition. I was sleepy.

Malay was boring. Cikgu Ramlah's on MC, she's got appendicitis. We had to combine classes.

The History test was boring.

Maths was boring. I dropped. So far, I've dropped in every subject. Fazrul actually beat me. I'm so disappointed. Stupid translation vector. 

CCA was boring. We sat in the gym and went for a walk then sat in the gym again.

The one and a half hour in between lunch and extra class was boring. I played with a little blob of plasticine for half an hour in the library before realising my hands were hopelessly blue in colour and had to go and wash them.

Extra History was boring. Like, duhh.

To top it all off, like mayonnaise on ice cream (urgh), it was extremely hot and humid. 

Honestly, I think the current Form Ones are a lucky lot. 

When I first came here, our class had aircon for the last half of the year. Good. And it was on the first floor, hardly any stair climbing.

Then we moved to a class still on the first floor, but with no air conditioning. Okay, that's fine.

Then we moved to a class on the third floor, with no electricity. Why is the school doing this to us? 

So my whole morning was boring. 

Then I went for training. Highlight of my day. 

Sure, I'm tired, but at least it wasn't boring.

Sarah was at the gym. So cute.

I carried weights. My muscles are as weak as...meh, I don't know, but they are weak.

Then there was the cube. I solved a cube belonging to the gym coaches, I think. Fun.

I'm watching Ah Long Pte Ltd. 

Ciao.

"One Night Love Affair" -Bryan Adams

My last post sucked a lot, I admit.

I deproved in all my subjects so far. It's so depressing. Is it 'cause they moved the tests a week earlier, I don't study enough, or that I go for training almost everyday now?

Hmm.

I know I got the easiest question in the Maths paper wrong. It feels (mentally) like someone ran over me with a monster truck containing dozens of toy trucks and an overweight rabbit.

Yesterday, I had the initiative to go for training. Turns out all we did was play an hour of "poisonball" and do (give or take, mostly take) 300 sit ups. That was pretty much it. Bleh. =)

I took a look at my CIV rule book just now. I keep all (just three) farewell notes I have wedged in between the pages. The first one's from Neko's cousin (I don't even want to go there...), second's from Ash (I remember Shar and Stel cried when they got theirs), third one's from Grace. I found the last one just now, apparently given to me last year and I never checked the Sims 2 box she borrowed after she returned it before returning to the Philippines.

Sorry, Grace. It's pretty cool, though. And if you ever read this, one day, I will find Fauzan and shave his hair, but I'm not in contact with him anymore.

When people move to other countries... you know you'll be in contact with them, but the feeling is different. I'm not sure how though.

I've got gym tomorrow. And TT3 will be over. YES!

So many "Mac"somethings.

I just printed out my History essay. Typing is easier than writing, I can assure you. But I keep getting distracted.

No. Must study. Go, go study. 

I want to blog.

No, don't. You know what's good for us.

Aw...

"I'm Yours"- Jason Mraz

I know it's getting boring, I haven't posted for at least...*counts on fingers* forty hours.

I'm having a breather 'cause my brain is bursting from IRK overdose. 

IRK overdose (noun)

Definition: When I don't study on time and have to cram everything in in a span of a few measly hours.

So much stuff to read!

Our Science paper was ambiguous. I hate those questions where you know you know the answer, but can't decide which is correct. 

Crappy paper.

Let's see... our school photo taking was, as usual, urgh-ish.

I forgot to wear my sports shoes. Bad timing. That fitness test shuttle run killed my other pair of school shoes. 

Sit and stretch was fun, I got a 36 cm. 

I'm short though. I don't want to be short! At least a 160 cm... Please?

How do you be tall? I know one answer is "genetics", but how else?

History extra class was just weird. First, they carried the "wrong" overhead projector to another class, and Firdaus had to go and get the right one 'cause the words didn't appear clear enough. 

Then our teacher went too fast and had to wait for the rest of us to finish copying. I did mine awfully shorthand. I don't think it qualifies as shorthand though. Maybe a scribbly, squiggly sort of thing. It was fast though.

Then she ran out of time but went on and on and on and on. We were like, "'Cher? You can stop now, hello?"

She ignored us anyway.

I left my History notebook and textbook at home. My memory is failing me. In ten seconds I will forget all my Science human reproduction stuff.

.....

Forgotten.

Siphoning is cool.

I do this strange thing when the radio starts crackling (you know that sound when someone's about to call you? Yeah, that one).

I'm like, "Nooo! Don't call me!" Hardly anyone calls me anyway, so it's either it works, or that nobody wants to call me. 

Is MSN down? Or is it just my computer, 'cause I can't seem to log in. Something about the service not being available? 

Why does Microsoft like to let people down like this? *taking opportunity to complain about Microsoft* No offense. 

Oh look, I got in. Never mind.

The Project Runway finale was aired yesterday, following David Cook's emotional win of American Idol. Christian won. Yay. I like him. The gay, skinny guy with funny hair. 

"Season Four of Bravo's Project Runway was arguably the gayest television show ever aired. Seven of the eight male contestants were out gay men, and so was host/mentor Tim Gunn, judge Michael Kors, and at least a few of the guest judges." -AfterElton.com

Hilarious, but so weird. So, so weird.

I'm now answering Effie's question: Yes, I can swim.

But I don't swim, because I can't swim. 

Which means I have the ability to swim, but uh, I just can't. So there.

It's going to rain in half an hour anyway, so what's the point of swimming at the Stadium for training? I think I make a pretty accurate weather predictor. 

Anywayyy, back to America's reality shows.

I think "Are You Smarter Than A 5th Grader" is the dumbest show ever. It's stupid.

David Cook won. He definitely deserved to win. And still does. Like Kimi deserves to win the Driver's Championship again this year. 

There's a race at Monaco tomorrow. Come on, Ferrari. Kick McLaren's ass for never performing when Raikkonen was in their team. 

Ferrari fan always. 

Forza Ferrari. 

I keep digressing. I keep telling Steph, "David Cook won, David Cook won," and she retaliates by saying, "Jason Castro!"

At least he got to sing "Hallelujah" during the final results show. Ah.

Our Commerce test was cancelled, 'cause the teachers had a vaini- I mean, photography session to go to. Pfft. Our turn is this Monday. I dislike my photo being taken. I've said it before and I'll say it again. SUCKS.

We watched them be herded like sheep by Mr Saxon in the netball/basketball court behind the gym. The female teachers were fanning themselves (I bet they were thinking, "panas eh!") with sheets of paper that mysteriously looked like test papers. But we won't give too much thought on that, yeah?

Science on Monday. 'Cher Sufy says that if we drop a grade, she'd call our parents.

Oooh, scary.

I want to scan a cow.

Thanks a lot, Effie. 

I was begging myself to be patient enough to watch the result show tonight, but no, you had to go and spoil the ending for me.

But this ending, I like.

I'm going to the gym at the stadium later. I have no idea where it is. Isn't that great? 

I wonder who else is going?

At least I know what will be going through my mind when I work out. "American Idol results, American Idol results, American Idol results..." and "Soul-sorry, Seoul- sorry, sole proprietorship, stock, bears, bulls, stags...deer?"

But I must concentrate. I need to concentrate. Due to a lack of concentration yesterday, I have so many bruises on my arms and legs, you need an abacus to count them. You could throw in a calculator too, but don't depend so much on modern stuff. *cough*

I can't even walk right. It's embarrassing. Honestly.

Today in Photo Editing we scanned a cow. No, not really. If I could I would have done it, but I couldn't so I didn't. Instead we placed our gritty hands on the scanner and watched as the white light swept under.

I operated the scanner, so my fingerprints were not available.

Muahahahah.

I wanted to scan a dollar note, but I know it isn't easy to counterfeit money. *sigh*

I didn't see the 'C'.

I broke a ruler today.

It was fun!

People think that if you can do any kind of martial art, you can karate chop. But no, you can't. It's all different. Except that we all sort of have the ability to kick ass, which so rocks.

Taekwondo specialises in kicking, karate in hands (karate chopping, if you get what I mean), kendo with their fancy sticks, aikido with the whole "tossing about" thing, silat with fancy moves and weapons, and etc.

But it's kick ass!

I don't have any paper tomorrow, so I'm going for training. It's like we're being forced to join this PSK thing. I don't even want to compete!

Training everyday is tiring. But it's scary when coach nim gets angry. Seriously. You don't want it to happen, so you just listen to what she says. 

I have never trained this hard before. Ever. In my life. It's exhausting but satisfying at the same time. The only thing that worries me is that I won't have time to study.

Remember, a below 70 in Commerce TT3 means mark deduction from qualifying.

Is that even legal? 

I asked, and 'cher said, "I'm a teacher."

Wow, that sorta answers all my questions. 

Anyway, back to the ruler story. Our Science teacher was telling us how newspaper could help do a lot of things, like stuffing a boiled egg into a jar, breaking a ruler, etc. Oh, and we learnt about air pressure.

It was so damn awesome.

We cheated. Our egg got stuck in the neck of the bottle/jar, and Fazrul pushed it in, 'cause it was cute to start with. So small. We almost got it out by shaking the bottle, but in the end we had to go the normal way: pouring hot water over it. 

Siuk.

One sit-up per second.

Once again, my BM paper was awfully terrible. I fear for the worst.

I skipped training (am skipping now) to read my Geo and MIB. We don't know when our Geo test is (surprise surprise) and MIB is on alat kebesaran diraja.

Alat-alat Kebesaran Diraja consists of:

- A crown. (Mahkota)

- An umbrella. (Payong diraja)

- An arm. (Tongkat ajai/chin walking stick?)

- A kris. (Si Naga)

- Three shields. (Kalasak, perisai, taming)

- Three swords. (Si Bongkok, kampilan,  pedang)

- A fork thing. (Calah biasa)

- A box. (Kaskul)

- A cushion and its cover. (Kasur and namat)

- A rifle and a purse-like pouch for bullets. (Pemuras and karga)

- Two spears. (Sinipit and tumbak tunggal)

Pretty simple, but the descriptions take a bit longer.

Hangat-hangat tahi ayam = Hot hot chicken sh*t.

Awesome.

I don't have time to learn three chapters for Geo. Oh well. I'm doomed. 

By the way, I'm not slacking, all right? It's called "taking a break".

Anyway, today I went to school in baju kurong though it was PE day. Wanna know why? 'Cause our teacher told us it was class photo day. Wrong info, 'cher. 

We accept your apology though.

Elated. I am now Poom 1!

I was nervous all day. Until it came to that hour when I got out of the car and into certain doom.

Jogging? Check.

Stretching? Check.

Last minute pattern? Check.

Then sa bum nim came in with a list, and told me I was first up. Alone. Facing coach nim/kwang jang nim all alone. Heck, I was scared.

He came in again just as I was about to calm down, and said it started in two minutes. I think I could've died on the spot.

I walked in, trying to get my legs not to shake so obviously. I chose a spot to stand. A little to the left, sir said. Okay, a little to the left. Can we start now? Thank you very much, it did.

I messed up my pattern three. That was the longest two seconds of my life, trying to think if it was a punch or a trunk block that came after the lower section block at the end. I got stuck, but I managed to change a half trunk block into a punch. 

As if things weren't bad enough, it took a minute or so for Hazwani to turn up so we could spar. My one-step sparring wasn't as cacat as my real sparring. Urgh. Turning kick, saja. Boring. My toe hurts now.

Then when I thought it was all over, I lay down on the floor under the fan, exhausted. Five minutes later, sir came again, and asked if I could go and spar with Zrah. I was like, "Again?" 

And he said, "Ah, layan saja bah."

So I did. 

The long wait came after that. I thought I would fail. 

Tick tock, tick tock.

We watched the Dan 3 grading (only one guy). So cool. It was done. We were asked to line up, and coach nim said, "Monday, kamu bawa 1-9-6 dollars, dan yang order belt atu, plus 25."

Our reaction: "What? We pass?? YESS!"

Nerve-wrecking.

I am now officially a black belt. Oh heck this is so cool.

Another story, the field trip. It was Zal's birthday. I've got nothing much to say, but our Science teacher said the best thing ever.

"Our first batch saw a monitor lizard, second batch saw a snake, third batch saw monkeys, and you guys saw ghosts."

Don't we so rock?

It was true though. Some girls from 3P did capture "something" on a camera. They video-ed it. There was a "face". 

I'm not too sure of the details, but it has been confirmed that Tasek Lama is haunted. 

And there certainly were "things" there. 

Now I got to go. BM test on Monday. Oh hell.

Not much to say.

There are times when I actually find myself liking my bus driver. Cast aside his penchant to swerve (violently) unexpectedly, make other road-users annoyed and his impatience, he actually gets me home in time to watch American Idol.

They made TT3 a week earlier. Now I don't have time to study for it. I just want to swear and swear and swear and kick things.

They can't do this. It shouldn't be legal! I thought I had at least a week to prepare.

But it's my fault anyway, for not revising in the first place. Urgh.

'Fever' is officially the weirdest song I know. Michael Buble's version makes it sound weirder, but good. Syesha, don't be sad. We all know Mr Cook will win American Idol this year. It's so obvious.

CCA today was so...uneventful. We sat and talked for an hour or so, crammed in the gym, 'cause the Asmara Puteri was in use for some function (I assume it's this function that made the school move it's TT3 dates). Stupid function. *pouts*

We've got a field trip tomorrow to Tasek Lama. One of the last classes to go. I want to see a monkey. A pink rabid monkey, so I can stuff it in a golden cannon. Long story, don't ask.

I prefer last year to this year. Stress, yo. Stress.

Pressure.

I've got a new favourite word: pressure.

I like it. It's something that's always there, whether we feel it or not. It can be physical and mental pressure. I dislike people pressuring me, but it rocks in Science.

I can add 'pressure' to my list of favourite words. If such a list is in existence, my numero uno would be the word 'gay'. Just because I like it that way.

I forgot to mention we got split into groups in Geo. My group was 'Kek Coklat'. The others wanted to call it 'Kek Rol', 'cause Khairul was with us. Ziyah calls him 'Kekrol'. 

The answer for the question 'What are renewable resources?' is as follows:-

They are resources that can be used again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again...(Continue for one and a half pages. This should earn you full marks, aka 100%).

Obviously, we did pressure in Science class. Air pressure was pretty gross, having to blow into a twenty-one year old *something* gauge (which I didn't do anyway). I checked the date stamped behind the gauge. Sometime in February 1987. Twenty-one years of accumulated saliva? No, thank you.

After Science extra, we waited for my dad to come pick us up. He said he was going to be late, but we were patient. At least it was windy, and not hot out on the concourse. The wind had a bit of fun. It blew Neko's file apart and spread the sheets of paper on the floor and that hill. It was funny.

I think I have more to say, but I have Maths to do.

When in Rome, do as the Romans say. Or they'll feed you to the lions.

I am TIRED.

I don't know how these sparring scheme people can stand it. Training for two and a half hours a day? I can't do it. I'm putting up with it, just for that black belt grading, and now I have to join the PSK without even knowing?

I don't even know what it stands for. Pesta Sukan Kebangsaan? That's the best I can come up with. We're supposed to go to some gym at the stadium tomorrow to lift weights. I am not going. I'll be at Menglait at night instead. If I survive.

I'm done with 'Endymion Spring' by Matthew Skelton. When I first saw the book, fancy-but-not-so-fancy cover and all, it was the name 'Matthew Skelton' that caught my eye. Skeleton. Good name, good name. As good as Garth Nix's. 

Now for the contents. It definitely wasn't as good as 'Lirael' or 'Abhorsen'. It had a good story line, yeah, but there's just something not good about it. It wasn't even unputdownable* until the last few pages where it didn't end so well. Overall: Interesting, well-written and researched (something I admire of authors), but not exactly up to that level I was expecting. Somewhat too "detail-y" for me. 

*This is a real word. Type in "unputdownable" and you won't get spellchecked. Awesome.

Now I'm done with my book review, let's do some ranting, or whatever.

Mr Mike Saxon (everyone knows him as "that cameraman teacher") came into our class in the middle of MIB, where I still couldn't finish my project on time and had to hand it in during break (but that's another story).

He was talking to Cikgu Ramlah (she's on good terms with us again. It was like a weight came off our shoulders when she made a joke yesterday). She, being a BM teacher, wasn't begitu fasih dalam Bahasa Inggeris.

Jadi, cikgu panggil si Fazrul untuk cakap sama Mr Saxon.

We ended up moving up back to our old classroom. Thanks a lot, Fazrul, for your bad negotiation skills.

Long story short, Mr Saxon wanted his Chemistry class to take their written exam in our class, while the other classes were empty. Why couldn't they move to our class on the third floor? Whatever happened to the word "compromise"? Pfft. He made the teacher give us a letter and all that official stuff, claiming he was doing it because he was following "the British rule". 

Well this is Brunei, sir, not Britain. Haven't you ever heard of the phrase "when in Rome, do as the Romans say"? 

I'd like to elaborate, but House is on. See yah.

For our own good.

I got forty-five minutes till I leave for training at half past four.

Black belt grading people get "special treatment". Extra training, and more attention. Harsh. Very harsh. It's scary. 

On Friday, we all sat there shaking, 'cause it was so tense. Kwangjangnim was yelling her head off at us. I believe she said the word "FAIL" around fifty times in half an hour. Last year, Tang and I were wondering why she said it so much. We think it's 'cause fail is so much easier to say than pass.

We used to see each other and say, "F-aaaaiiiilllll, p-aaaassss..."

Ah. I miss those days.

I met my cousin at a clinic in Gadong yesterday. He had a sore throat too, I think. But the doctor gave him something else. I got antibiotics and "ubat demam". The tablet's super cute.

Nothing much happened today. I will list whatever I can think of in point form:

- Today is the start of MS's MYE. Good luck to those unfortunate enough to have to go through it.

- We got "the noise pollution guy" as our relief teacher again. It was hard not to laugh at his accent after the guys made fun of him so much. Sorry, sir.

- I still didn't meet up with Hui Yaw's brother after three school days. I still have her shin guards. I'm sick of carrying them around. My class is on the first floor now, not third floor, FYI.

- We did more handball and pranced around like sissies during PE. Isn't there a cooler game? (J/k. Handball is cool.)

- The guys took Neko's cube (given to her by Hanafi *cough cough*) apart and put it back together again. I spent my whole bus ride home trying to get it right again. Idiots.

- Massa won yesterday's race. Good boy. 

- Zal's got a new form of crutches. It's like a walking stick of some kind, but more brutal and machine gun-like.

Now I have to go and brace myself for "Fail kamu semua ni, tau?"

No prizes for being early for an assembly.

I'm letting you guys see this Mother's Day picture before I spoil it with my dreadful colouring. 

If I have time to finish colouring, that is. Ms Anne didn't come to school today. She's sick, or that's what another teacher told us. Don't know if it's true or not though. 

My throat is sore... It sucks. Was it something I ate? I do not know.

Today we learnt about Limited Companies. Now I know why the "Sdn Bhd"s are there, after all these years. 

Maz and I have noticed that 'cher Sofy is in increasingly good moods. It could be the effects of pregnancy, but we're not really sure yet. She used to go "come on, hurry up, stop wasting time" or something like that, but now she just sits there and tells us to finish the work we can't finish at home as homework. I'm like, wow.

It is said that a majority of people (women) get crankier when they're pregnant. I'm starting to doubt this. Or maybe our teachers are that sliver of minority in that pie chart.

Our Science teacher told us that that lady who videos us wants us to postpone our test to a later date so she can finish filming. Why us? Why? What have we done to you to deserve such attention? Can't you leave us be?

I love cameras. I hate my picture being taken. See the contradiction here?

Also, thanks to the BB being very late, I missed a chance to download Coldplay's latest single, 'Violet Hill' for free on their site. Crap, man.

Now I either have to do it illegally, or spend money on a pirated CD. 

Random statement: Green Day have been on The Simpsons. So have the White Stripes, U2, Tony Hawk, Simon Cowell and Stephen Hawking. I love the Simpsons. It holds the Guinness World Record for 'Most Celebrities Featured in an Animation series'. 

File/Fail?

It's that time of the week again...

I have to cut my nails before I enter the "kuku panjang" zone of school discipline.

My parents came home this morning with a "present" for me. My brother handed me a black plastic bag. Now, what could this be?

I reached into the bag. 

A pirated copy (it cost three bucks) of "Ah Long Pte Ltd" stared back at me.

Awesome.

Now I want to watch. I like Jack Neo's movies, they make me laugh.

MYE is just around the corner. For those who aren't familiar with school lingo, it's Mid-Year Exam. 

But guess what? I'm not sitting for it, along with the other Form 3s in MS. I think the MA5s and Pre-U 2s don't have to do it either, but I'm not sure. As long as I know I don't have to do it, I don't mind who sits for it or not. 

St Andrew's MYE is next week. MS's is this Monday. Topical Test 3 is in three weeks. ARGH. Not again. Why on earth does MS love so many tests?

I'm not qualified to get a full black belt. You have to be fifteen and over. Crap, man.

I have to settle for "Junior Black", or Poom instead of Dan. But the cool thing is that the grading is easier, and you can simply change to black belt when you turn fifteen.

As this passage copied from the Kukkiwon (World Taekwondo Headquarters) website says: 

2. 1,2,3 Poom holder, being 15 years of age or above, is the same grade of Dan holder.
(4th Poom holder, being 18 years of age or above, is the same as 4th Dan holder)
*1, 2, 3 Poom holder, being 15 years of age or above, can have the Dan Certificates when they
want to change their Poom certificates.
(4th Poom holder, being 18 years of age or above, can change the 4th Dan certificate)

It's kind of cheating though. But still cool.

My dad asked me a question at dinnertime. 

"You have three bottles of the same medicine. One bottle contains expired pills. Each pill weighs one gramme and each expired pill weighs 0.9 grammes. You have an electronic weighing machine, but you can weigh only once. How can you find out which bottle contains expired pills?"

The answer didn't come to me. If you want to know the solution to the question (my dad told me in the end), you can ask.

Books: My addiction.

Myra asked me a very interesting question this morning. 

"Can you imagine Cikgu Rozidah running?"

And guess what, despite my terribly active imagination, I can't form the image of my History teacher sprinting or doing the long jump. 

As a matter of fact, I can't imagine any teacher doing sports, apart from the PE Department. It just seems wrong, somehow. To me. 

Sports Day prize presentation. Time passed pretty quickly. Not bad, cramped as we were. I felt like a sardine, though I like tuna more. 

Like that time a lady at Supa Save offered me a sardine sandwich. I took it, though I was slightly afraid of it being poisoned. But who would do that? *looks around* 

Tuna rocks more!

Cikgu Ramlah is giving us the cold shoulder. I mean, come on, cikgu, we're sorry!

Please don't do this to us. We'll be good, I promise.

To tell you the truth, I still haven't finished copying out that mess I have the guts to call "homework". 

After a very tense BM class was History. It ain't so bad, as usual.

Then we got Maths. I love circles, their  symmetrical properties (or whatever), angles and all that, but I seriously dislike pi. Pi (π) and I, we don't work well together, I swear it.

But I like pie though. Mmm pie.

Now I want to eat pie.

Oh crap.

Never mind that.

I admit I cheated. I checked the American Idol results this afternoon just to be sure Jason got kicked out. I like him, but it's pretty embarrassing somehow, for him to be so terrible.

Conspiracy theory coming up: I think he does it on purpose. He hates the stress, but who am I to say?

Have you ever wondered how many words end with "-ation"?

Contemplation, inspiration, aspiration, respiration, alliteration, desperation, condensation, salvation, salivation, starvation, alteration, operation, irritation, ration. Just to name a few.

I borrowed a book yesterday from the Reading Room. 

Endymion Spring. 

Should be okay.

I hope.

My mum borrowed a few Malay books from the UBD library for me. It took me one day to read forty pages. That's sad.

Ringkasan.

Today I shall celebrate more junk mail.

I hate junk mail.

You suck.

You hear me?

You suck!!

Oh, and I am also planning to celebrate the fact that I slammed a drawer on my finger after counting the amount of ka-chings (that's money to you) in my wallet. The drawer I keep my wallet in is brutal, I tell you. Now I have trouble typing with my right index finger and I can't point at things like I used to.

Cikgu Ramlah is still mad at us. I'm dreading BM class tomorrow.

Speaking of tomorrow, CCA is cancelled due to a Sport's Day prize presentation. MS seems to hold a lot of these things. 

Owww my finger..! Please excuse my momentary self-pity. Now I need to type without my index, so please exucse any typos.

We got video-ed in Science again. I don't know why that lady likes us so much, but there she was again, with her video camera and pink baju kurung. Apparently she used to teach in MS but went overseas for her PHD or something.

We did forces. It wasn't as fun as magnetism though. Bleh.

I'll stop here for now. I seriously cannot type like this. Very slow. Lagging berabis.

See yahs.

Tagged.

Aw man. I've been tagged by Annabelle. Oh well.

What disappoints you the most?
> Myself.

2. Where will you go if someone sponsors you a tour ticket?
> I want to go to.... Italy. To eat genuine pizza and drive a Ferrari.

3. What's your favorite thing to do?
> Reading, writing, listening to music, talking nonsense with my friends. 

4. Do you think money can buy happiness?
> Temporary happiness, yes.

5. If you can have one dream to come true, what would it be?
> I would really like to get an A for my BM, but here, I'd have to say I want to have a slice of Sheraton cake 'cause I'm hungry. And guess what? There's leftovers from Saturday in the fridge. =)

6. Do you believe you can survive without money?
> Of course not.

7. What are you afraid to lose the most?
> My freedom of speech and the people I care about (yes there are such people).

8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?
> I would be very happy indeed.

9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?
> Hah. I don't know.

10. What sucks the most?
> Homework. 

11. What are the requirements that you wish from the other half?
> Hmm. Never really thought about that. Must be funny, good-looking, talented and hardworking. So many requirements. Ahah.

12. What type of person do you hate the most?
> Wannabes and liars.

13. What is your ambition?
> I want to get a great job with high salary and a minimum working requirement.

Other than that, I want to get a black belt before I retire.

14. If you can teleport once, where would you go?
> If I can teleport once, how can I get back?

15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?
> Insanity.

16. If you could undo doing one mistake in the past, what would it be?
> I would... oh I don't know. I want to change a lot of things, but it would be safer not to.

17. If you have a chance, which part of your character would you like to change?
> I want to not be lazy. Is that even possible?

18. What music have you been listening to recently?
> I'm on shuffle.

19. If you could've one thing/person tonight, what'd it be? Just for one night.
> I'd like a good dinner please. Thank you.

20. Do you think you are everything?
> Hell no. 

Instructions: Remove 1 question from above, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.

 

I tag... Tira & Lusee, Effie ('cause she's already so famous), my cuzzy Chun (if he sees this), Ash & Emily, Caroline, and uh... whoever sees this. 

Btw, congrats to the MS girls' badminton team for winning a gold. 

Psychopathic teachers.

I don't know what is with today. I think it's the weather. Or maybe the new classroom?

We got scolded by two teachers. Not only scolded, because that would be a major understatement. 

First half hour of school and our Geo teacher was already slamming her hand on the whiteboard and shouting at us 'cause somehow Khallaaq didn't know the difference between states and the capital of Australia. After ranting about how she is proud of herself for achieving so much in her twenty-six years of working in MS, and asking a random teacher (who apparently was her student) to come and see his mistake. Then she starting crying, right after she said she was "going to pension in a few months". It was pretty awkward. 

So we stood for half an hour plus. Forgive me, but I'm going to label her as "emotionally unstable". Syaz wrote in her book "She's mad!" and showed it to me 'cause we didn't dare talk. Hahah. 

Then Ms Anne told some of us off for not bringing our textbooks and for not having common sense. Well you didn't ask us to bring it. It's a heavy, stupid, gay book. 

After lunch, when we thought the worst was over, Ck Ramlah gave us a big lecture for not bringing our BM homework and doing it. She was in a terrible mood for the whole hour. It was awful. 

I don't like it. I remember the last time she got that angry was a year and a half ago. She said, "Cikgu tidak akan maafkan kamu di dunia dan di akhirat!"

Yeahhh... We get all the psycho teachers. 

Anyway, after making us feel very bad, she left the class in a huff with ten minutes to spare. I still feel awful.

*sigh*

It's a dark day for MB3R. 

I hope we don't get it tomorrow. I think these things happen maybe once in a lifetime, but who knows? The teachers could get pettier than usual.

Strangely enough, 'cher Sofy seems to be getting nicer and nicer. *touch wood*

Is it pregnancy? 

Aaargh.

Travel magazines/brochures never cease to amaze me, no matter how much I think I know about my country. 

They make Brunei sound so good, my gosh, it's wow. Now I feel like paying big bucks to tour it. I'm being swindled. =)

Anyway, I can't seem to be bothered to do my Geo notes. Write them out myself. I don't get the point. If I'm going to copy all my notes from my textbook, why don't I just read the textbook instead? It doesn't make sense.

I've got Math homework too.

And BM homework.

I really should be doing it.

And studying for a Geo test on Chapter Four which may or may not happen.

Also, I need to look for my previous eight grading certificates which are somewhere in my study room somewhere in my house.

Izzah, please go to training later. Fatehah will kill me if you don't. You too, Ummi. So you can get the grading form and take the grading with me. I don't want to go alone (actually, there are people, but I hardly know them). 

I don't know why I have all this crap to sift through. All I'm looking for are eight pieces of paper that congratulate me for passing my grading (which I hope to achieve for this one too), and I can't find anything but certificates of participation, photocopies of my birth certificate, test result sheets, exam result sheets, certs from MS, certs from SAS, music certificates, music notes, sheets of music, guitar chords, tabs and et cetera et cetera. 

What on earth are my mum's bank statements doing here?

Hmm...

I'm going crazy. Why didn't I file things properly in the first place?

Eighty-four.

Oh man, this cake tastes so good. I love it. Look at it, so much chocolate... and fruits, of course. Fruits, because they are good for you. 

*cough*

Ivory gateau from Sheraton. That was my second highlight of the day, the first being some guy who randomly walked into the room we were eating in and blew his nose really loudly (not to mention it sounded really gross). He didn't know we were there, I think.

Unless he purposely wanted to spoil our appetites.

And I just had to take pictures of fruits, to balance out that cake.

Is the phrase "birthday girl" appropriate here?

Please don't eat my camera, Mr Simba. I swear, I'm not violating your privacy.

Jiwang-ing.

My nose is running, and I'm sunburnt (again). I have officially achieved what was previously thought impossible.

Sports Day, for me, was extremely uneventful, being the type of person to just sit there and play with my cube. But I managed to make an orange balloon doggie with Maz's balloon. She went to "show it off" and didn't come back. Hm. Everyone else sitting in front of me got out of their seats in fear of the balloon bursting. Yeah, I'll admit, I was scared too.

But what has man achieved without bravery?

Laksamana won. Wow. That's so cool. Even if I'm not in Laksa. 

Hulubalang won the field performance. That's good enough for me. 

I heard the results from the other side of the field gates, 'cause Neko and I left early. Or escaped. Whatever.

I like Belapan wayyyy more. Padang Kebajikan's not only dirty (piles of rubbish first thing in the morning? Not recommended) and small (not enough space for sitting) it doesn't work for the cars of many impatient parents waiting for their kids at eleven a.m. when the event ends at noon.

That means a major traffic jam and lack of parking space.

By the way, Effie's getting famous along with MS' badminton team. Ahahah.

The Borneo Bulletin loves you.

Last night, we celebrated my great-grandmother's eighty-fourth birthday. The Emperor's Court was really empty last night. I don't know why though.

I'm continuing this post in another post. 'Cause I got pictures.

I think I've got a cold.

I can't help it. I need to say it.

OMG. I have the grading form. I have it. Wow. I can't believe I really have it. Whether I want to go for the grading or not, I have three days to decide. 

Black belt. That sounds so cool. But I think if I go, I have a high chance of failing. I'm afraid I'll fail. But I can't miss this. Otherwise I'd have to wait till next year, which I don't have the patience to. 

But it is cool right? To go and say, "I'm a black belt." 

Two weeks isn't enough though... I don't think I'll ever be ready to do it. Argh.

My dad and I saw this television show today 'cause I had nothing better to do after watching Project Runway (Sweet P is out, finally!) and saw these Indian guys who lived in France, spoke in British accents and were sorta gay-ish. 

It was funny!

That was also the reason why we went out to have Indian food for dinner tonight. Mmm.

Sports Day is tomorrow. It's no big deal for me, 'cause I'm not competing and I'm very lazy. So I'll just sit and watch (again). And give support to Hulubalang, if needed. =)

I lost a CIV game today. I met Count Otto von Bismarck in the game. He was leading Germany. When he "greeted" me, I was like, "Oh gosh I know you!"

I turned to my mum, who was beside me, and said, "Mum! I read about this guy in my History book!"

And she said, "Mm. Good for you."

My game is seriously twisted. Apparently the Chinese founded Islam, and the Germans were Tao. Ahaha. Weird.

I'm so bored. Can someone talk to me please?

Photo warping.

I'm beginning to dislike Pre-Us. 

They get our classroom while we use their filthy one. Seriously, have you seen the junk they throw in their drawers? Used tissue paper, junk paper, food wrappers, sweet wrappers, school memos, plastic bottles and the like.

The rubbish bin is a few paces away. What are legs for?

I'm just ranting 'cause I was on duty today and had to sweep up all that trash. Even if our 3R classroom was hot, had problems with its electrical supply and was on the top floor, it was way better.

Not half as good as ex-MB3R though. Now that was a good class.

Though it couldn't beat 1R in '06. Air conditioners. Ahh...

We really should have air conditioning in every single class. That way we'd stop complaining. Or would we?

History today made me feel like playing CIV again. Nothing like a good game of Civilization IV to get your mood going. You know what? I am going to play. 

Right after I shower and do my BM ringkasan. 

Wow, so rajin. But it's May already. I hardly noticed time go by so damn fast. Sometimes I wish I could do last year just one more time before I carry on... I was never ready for 2008. '08 was always referred to as "PMB year" and it still is now.

I need to start working, but meh, I dunno.

There's a topic I want to type about today. Discipline. 

Yesterday, sa bum nim told us someone complained to him that taekwondo people were smoking in the toilet. He said, "Don't start. Don't do it, okay?"

And we were like, "Yes, sa bum nim..."

Izzah and I were thinking the same thing. First the toilet graffiti, and now this. What is up with toilets?? Isn't there a better place to do this stuff? Let's not give them a bad name. 

Zakie and I saw Cikgu Ramlah talking with Cikgu Haiseh outside 3T during break when we went to look for Wani. Then when Ms Zaza left, they went in. I asked 'cher Zaza, "Spot check?"

She shrugged, and said, "Let me know." =)

At first it did seem like a spot check. Then five minutes went by and they were still sitting there with Cikgu Haiseh addressing them. It seemed out of the norm. Hmm... We left and when we came back, the whole class was empty. 

Come to think of it, now I know where Wan went. Malay crossword at the Audi, duhh. Crap, man, I was so stupid. 

Oh, and another thing happened during break. There were women's magazines in the Pre-U class we were using. I was told Khairul (reason: improving English) and Fazrul (reason: "saja") had lots of fun reading them. I think they are turning gay. I will keep you updated on that.

It's been confirmed. Our Maths teacher is pregnant.