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.