Mothercare.

It's official. Desperate salespeople freak me out.

I bet they hadn't made a sale all day when they approached Syafiqah and I.

"Excuse me, will you smell this? No, please, pleeeease, just smell this! Smell this, please! Please...!"

"Would you be interested it- no please, just one second. One second. Please..."

You get the drift. 

Stupid internet. Stupid workload. I want to go to bed, but I'm stuck here doing my BM puisi powerpoint presentation. 

I chose Chopin's prelude in C minor 'cause I'm dedicating my poem to him anyway. 

So people, if you see my sign off suddenly, I'm not being rude, it's just that the internet connection is terrible. Has been terrible lately. Don't know when it'll recover, but hopefully soon. 

Oh, and I still can't get my triangle to look right. 

My ruler must have something against me.

$2,200 pen?

I just realised I've stopped updating daily. Lately.

Last night, I followed Feyra, Fatinn and Jung Min out to City Hall 'cause Feyra was lanja-ing us Bruneians (plus Jung Min) to dinner at Seoul Garden (for her birthday). 

I've missed the sights and smells of large shopping centers. You know, the ones with all the branded clothes and non-pirated DVDs. 

Stopped by two bookshops, bought four books. Which is an average of two books per bookshop, which isn't the case here. 

I bought three ('Watership Down' by Richard Adams, a story about rabbits, Soul Eater by Michelle Paver, the one I've been wanting to get my hands on for a few days now, and 'The Kite Runner' by Khaled Hosseini, which Jung Min made me buy 'cause he said, "When I read that book I feel like I want to cry") initially, then decided to buy Pride and Prejudice from the latter bookshop we visited (since we had to wait for a table at Seoul Garden anyway). 

One good thing about living in Singapore is that there are so much more books for sale than back home. 

Seoul Garden had good food. Thank you Emily, for cooking for us. 

For people who are as sakai as me, Seoul Garden's like a steamboat thing, except you can grill your food as well on this thing in the centre of the table. 

Thanks for the dinner, Feyra. 

I'm going to go do my laundry now.

Adieu.

Dubito, corgito, ergo sum?

I'm sitting here, my iTunes on shuffle, my roommate out for the night. 

Ivanka's got homework.

I couldn't be bothered to interrupt Chang Yoon and Insan from their gaming to ask them to go to one of the Music rooms. 

I think Wardah's out as well, at the airport sending off one of our seniors. 

But I'm content to listen to my ever-expanding collection of songs and I'm currently trying to put off my BM puisi. Which I'm currently succeeding at, by the way. I've got one verse out of four so far.

I honestly need to get a new book. Cyrus wondered if I wore contact lenses the other day. I told him no, because I didn't need to even though my eyesight required me to. (Yeah, I'm bringing up the left eye short-sighted right eye long-sighted both with astigmatism story again.) 

I'm addicted to reading. I want to buy 'Soul Eater', sequel to 'Spirit Walker', sequel to 'Wolf Brother'. Why? Because it be addictive and awesome. 

TMNT trailer is coming along nicely. We've actually made it quite smooth now, with all those extra transitions and songs and random clips popping in here and there. 

Great start, awesome ending, messed up middle. Do you think anyone would notice?

I like CCA.

And my titration skills are terrible. 

I actually managed to finish the Chemistry pop quiz. 'Corgito ergo sum' is actually Latin for "I think, therefore I am", coined by French Mathematician and philosopher, René Descartes.

It probably has nothing to do with Chemistry and was just there to make the question sound fancy.

I think I'm going to go to bed now. 

Good night.

Yellow chair!

I realised I have a fear. A fear of dying alone and estranged, with no family, no friends and no 27 cats either (yes, Stella, I'm talking to you). 

Maksim Mrvica is still epic. Epic, I tell you, epic. Even Ivanka has picked up my bad habit of saying "epic!" whenever his name is mentioned. Epic.

Every once in a while I have to say this: Spammers, stop trying to sell me Viagra. It's not decent. Thank you.

I know my Physics assignment is wrong because it definitely does not take 97 hours for water to reach 30ºC from 0ºC. 

I think there was something else I wanted to write about here, but I can't recall. 

Oh well.

I finished The Fire Thief today. It was good and funny and light, you know, like... like, I don't know. 

I'm tired and sleepy and I'll leave this post here for the day. 

P.S. I love rain.

Epic-ly awesome.

Would you believe me if I told you that we here still experience the effects of World War II?

If you don't, too bad, 'cause it just helped us skip classes. 

I even bought coffee to keep me awake for the Geo documentary our teacher was going to show us (the one with the guy and his accent). 

But no, there was an announcement right before Geography started. "...proceed to the hall...*couldn't hear much, too noisy*...all students...", the announcement said. All right. So we "proceed"-ed to the hall, where much turmoil was taking place. Teachers were yelling at students who were yelling at each other to be heard over the noise. We all wondered one thing, "What the hell was going on?"

This disorderly and highly unorganised mess delayed our answer for too long. We pondered, puzzled over, contemplated, and wondered until a guy from the police station addressed us. 

The whole explanation could be summed up to two words: "War relic". 

Oh hell awesome. So epic-ly awesome.

Apparently the school management was afraid our (probably not mine, they're too far away) parents would be afraid of our safety, being stuck in a school at least half a kilometre away from the construction site where they found the "war relic", you know. 

Long story short, we got dismissed early and were trapped in the hostel being bored and jobless. 

Ivanka, thanks for the pasta and ice cream. (Yes, you're featured here again. Hahah. )

Maksim is epic.

Eccentric composers and their 'fros.

If actually feels quite good to play songs written by the composers you study about in Music class. 

Enlightening, almost. It's like you finally know a little of the story behind the person behind the notes behind the song; it's not just a tune you play because your music teacher said so, it has become enriched in a way. 

I pulled out my old 'A Modern Approach to Classical Guitar 3' just now. I hadn't played the pieces in there for over a year, and it surprises me to realise that most of the pieces were taken from the famous (though dead/deceased, unfortunately) composers of the Classical, Romantic and sometimes late Baroque periods. 

I also surprise myself by being able to remember how to play the pieces after such a (sadly) long time. 

Today, I...

- endured a most awkward Biology presentation on fertility for an hour and half and then a Bio quiz which I didn't study for.

- wrote a most useless and irrelevant paragraph on 'my bedroom' during English and expressed my contempt for it by copying the exact same format as the "incorrect" example and changing it to suit my taste.

- came up with a most cruel and tragic story line with Aisyah during Malay and wondered if two of the characters in the story really were gay.

- rushed through my Chemistry tutorial and had to trouble Zhen Jie (thanks for the help) again with my billion questions. 

- struggled not to fall asleep during a documentary during Geography. It wasn't that it was boring (it was quite entertaining, honestly. Love the guy's accent), it was just that the atmosphere was so suitable for a nap. Dark, cool, guy's great accent droning away about the marvel of volcanic activity...

- sat through the Student Leader's Investiture trying to look as un-bored as possible. I think I failed. We couldn't really see much 'cause we sat at the back.

- spent Study Time laughing at things like eccentric composers' quotes (Wagner apparently told Liszt that the three greatest composers of their time was "Wagner, Liszt and Berlioz". Talk about self-esteem), Berlioz's 'fro and other things that I found amusing.

- realised that Romantic composers were each completely, utterly, awesome in their own way.

- blogged.

I finished Spirit Walker (by Michelle Paver, book two of the Chronicles of Ancient Darkness) a few days ago. It was as great and addictive as the first one. Now people call me a nerd because I read a lot and care about handing in my work on time. 

I started on Fire Thief by Terry Deary (sounds familiar? He's the author of the Horrible History series). It's sarcastic, entertaining, and has footnotes like The Bartimaeus Trilogy by Jonathan Stroud which I happen to like immensely. 

I need to buy more books. The sad truth is, I won't settle for library books. 

I want to own them. Book collecting for the win.

Pink Panther 2.

Cluster outing was great. Though it didn't really "mengeratkan hubungan silaturrahim" or anything like that, I thought it was funny when we bagged the front row of one of the screens at Golden Village in Vivo City. 

Most of us sat on the floor (don't know why, sparked by some craze of Wardah and Emily) and we laughed our way through an hour and a half of Inspector Jacques Clouseau being a total idiot.

He be funny.

I'm now blasting music into my ears so I can get rid of the Pink Panther theme that's been popping up all night. 

Bio assignment update:

- Spent yesterday doing irrelevant things at the library. Ended up having cup noodles for lunch outside a 7-Eleven.

- Realised our Bio article (we focused long enough to choose one about a woman having octuplets when she already had six kids) couldn't be used 'cause it was a newspaper article. I don't know if it's true, but better be safe.

- Now working on a powerpoint presentation on how marijuana can cause infertility. 

It's pretty pointless, since we all know there's this thing called "survival of the fittest". 

It's most likely that if you're on drugs (medical not counted) your kids (if you had/have any) would probably grow up in a messed up household. 

No offence, though.

So better not attempt to have kids unless you really, truly, honestly, earnestly believe you can go through marijuana withdrawal (which will increase your chances of having babies anyway, since marijuana causes infertility in the first place).

Yeah, I realise I don't make much sense. 

But hey, that's life.

Oh, and I just remembered about our Chemistry practical report. The one where I screwed up twice. 

Wish me luck.