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.