Or whatever.

Friendster is now in Malay?

Like, wow.

Malay is haunting me. Following me wherever I go, as a reminder that I pretty much suck at it. *sigh*

Other people start their MOCK this week, give or take a few days. Our PMB qualifying is waaaaay over in early August. Gives us more time to prepare, and that's a good thing. Today's the first day of the third term, or "a very important term for you all" as Ms Ivy put it during our assembly this morning. 

Time to be serious, they say. I thought we could study without being serious. I like fun. *stating the obvious*

'Cher Sofy made us stay back for extra class on the first day of school. I know she cares about us getting A1s and stuff, so I can't really complain.

"Hey, you got through PSR," I keep reminding myself. Surely it can't be as bad as that? Our first public exam. The one that decided whether you'd end up in MS or not. The one whereafter you'd leave your old school or have your classmates shuffled. The one where you gain experience and become older and more subject to stress. It marks that point in life where you become a "teenager" and adults everywhere label you as "stubborn" and where opposing their propositions "comes with that age" and not "naughty" anymore.

I wonder what will happen after PMB. Another turning point, I guess. I hope not though. I'm pretty happy with life the way it is now.

I had always thought that being successful in life was to be able to do the things you enjoy and not have to go through work you didn't like to do. Only then I realised that if you wanted to do that, you actually had to work first. Study hard, secure good job, retire rich. Without the studying, without the job (urgh, work), you don't have the money to be able to do what you want. 

Unless you're extremely talented, and one-of-a-kind, like those sports people, or artists. But the chances of that happening are very slim, so it's best you work hard now if you don't make the cut in your music industry or whatever.

Or whatever.

Oh, and one thing, PSR had five subjects. PMB has eight.

Pesta Sukan Kebangsaan ke-VIII Closing Ceremony

After watching our matches from the first two days on video, the guys carried the television outside to wait for Coach nim's husband to pick it (and her) up. Don't let them fool you, there's nothing on T.V.

Furthest away from camera to nearest, left to right: Arif (doing the 'peace' sign), Yazid (pointing), Ain (in front of Yazid), Lorena (behind Afeah), Afeah, Fatullah, Zul (half-hidden), Choo, Azrul (covering mouth), Hidayah and finally, Saiful. Sabumnim and Coach nim are in the background.

This lot love to pose for photos. When you want to take a picture of three, you end up taking thirty. I love this pic. It's damn funny.

I'm going to miss the guys a lot, even though we're meeting up at the gym again on Thursday. I'm also going to miss the Temburong people. They're a cool bunch. I like them.

The only reasons why I went to the closing ceremony yesterday was to see them for a last time before they returned home and because our coaches asked us to. Not many of us showed up though.

Hazwani and I were the only Taekwondo people for Tutong. Rezam, Arif and Choo didn't go. They should have. It was boring without them. Not to mention very hot.

The Brunei Muara people had fun though. Their picture is in today's Borneo Bulletin. I told you they love photo-taking sessions. 

We got our black-belt certificates, too. Awesome.

While we waited for the very last events to finish, we saw these guys run the 5000 m finals. One askar guy, he lapped the backmarkers twice. Someone came up with the idea of getting him to autograph our shoes, but we didn't get the chance.

Tuition prevents me from watching F1. =(

Even though we get a lot of homework, the word 'homework' has no freaking plural. Okay? I hate it every time I see or hear the word 'homeworks'. Pisses me off. I don't know why, though.

I'm still very behind. All I've got left now is to read up for a test we have tomorrow and to finish of IRK questions. I've got five note/textbooks but not one of them has the answer I want. The answer, I think, is in the sixth book, which is downstairs. Somehow I can't seem to go and get it but remain here and blog. 

Bad, very bad. 

Anyway, that KB girl I was against punched me in the eye. Bleh. *sticks tongue out*

Afeah/Nureen was awfully disappointed 'cause she didn't get to KO anyone. Her opponent backed out of the finals because of a foot injury. She had to limp up the podium to get her silver medal. 

Yazid beat sir Raub with his mother shouting from the seats, "Yazid! Hantam ia wah!" *shudders*

Both of them (Afeah and Yazid) have their photos in the Miri newspaper. Nice.

Lorena kicked made a punching bag out of her opponent, a KB-ian called Masyitah. Scary. 

Rezam made the headlines of the Brunei Times with "Injured Shahrezam claims gold" after beating Arif. Hahah. Funny. He claims the newspaper made parts up. I know that. Newspapers were never really reliable. The Borneo Bulletin doesn't even publish F1 news anymore. Not even MotoGP. Sucks.

Arif, in his first match, played against an ABDB fighter. A majority of ABDB people did silat, and coincidentally so did Arif. Both of them circled the court and made silat gestures. We had trouble deciding whether to laugh or to throw something at Arif and remind him it was Taekwondo, not silat. 

Coach nim kept telling him, "Arif, bukan silat!"

From Menglait, I think all of us got medals. That's cool.

PSK '08 Taekwondo Day 3

So today I gained at least ten bruises, a sprained finger and a silver medal.

Lorena is ganas, yo.

I have trouble typing right now, so I will leave the details for tomorrow.

PSK '08 Taekwondo Day 2

Don't be nervous (like Coach Nim says). Don't think (like sa bum nim says). Don't hesitate (like Arif says). It's gold or nothing (like sir Raub says). Go for it.

Give it my all. I will. A match with no regrets is a good match. Yeah.

Tomorrow. Besok, yo. 

Get rest. Must be in good condition.

Today was a dark day for the Menglait group (Tutong, Brunei Muara and part of Temburong).

Nicholas lost to that cheating ABDB guy by penalties. Like, what the hell?

Raihan lost in the finals.

Izzat lost in his finals too.

Saiful lost in the semis. *sigh* You broke your brother's heart, man. But lawa. Good play.

I'm speaking in short spurts because I will fight tomorrow.

Fighting has no need for fancy long sentences.

Just get to the point. *pow!*

PSK '08 Taekwondo Day 1

Congratulations to all today's medal winners. (Ain for her gold, and Fatullah for his.)

And to Fara, because even though she didn't beat that KB girl, she tried her best and got a bronze.

Also to Choo, because he should've won and the referees are idiots (whoops no offence, please give me lots of points for Friday). This left Tutong with only a bronze so far. *sigh*

MS ABDB are big jerks when it comes to cheering. They boo and insult their opponents. Pfft.

Oh, and the PSK song is annoying.

And why do the referees have to wear yellow? It's hideous.

Five of us Tutong people shared lunch with the Brunei Muaras 'cause we thought we didn't get any. Half an hour after eating, our Tutong coach comes with a bag of styrofoam boxes. Oops. 

We got free bottles of water, too. Sorta makes up for those tracksuits...

I'm tired. Have to wake up early (for school holidays, 5.30 am is waaaay too early for my liking) again tomorrow.

Catch ya later.

I need more water!

I never would've believed it if I hadn't experienced it myself.

Lorena, Hazwani, Ain, Afeah and I seriously didn't believe it. 

Drink lots of water, they said. After the first test weigh-in, we were still incredibly short of a kilogram or two. So we drank. And drank, and drank.

After five (small) bottles of water and two trips to the toilet later, I had gone up three kilograms in three hours. How cool was that? 

The awful thing was we had to keep in our pee for like, ages. Pure agony. Now I know why Saiful stuck to a whole packet of chocolate and junk food. He had enough weight anyway, he just wanted to eat. 

The KB-ians and Temburong people came in and had these super confused expressions on their faces. Had they come to the right place? If yes, then why were these girls sitting here and taking bites out of bananas and drinking for dear life?

It was fun. Three Temburong girls joined us in our "banana festival". Lorena and I brought bananas. The rest had chocolate and biscuits. Mmm. It was a funny though, 'cause some of us *cough Fatullah cough Raihan* had to lose weight and had to resist our little party. Hahah. Awesome.

But after the weigh-in, we ran to the nearest toilet to relieve ourselves. It's not easy, holding in all that water. Now we feel sick and heavy and need to lose weight. Which meant skipping. Meh. I'm not good at skipping. 

Ah, fun morning.

Tomorrow's the start of the competition. Fara's going bye (which means she doesn't have to compete in the first round, lucky) and everyone has to go and watch (and provide support. I haven't made that banner yet...).

I'm on the last day. Pretty nervous. Lorena says I'm against this KB girl. She's also against a KB girl, but this one got a silver medal in the Sukma selections a few months ago. Scary. 

Good luck, guys. All the best. Tutong people please beat the Brunei Muara people, Temburong people, and KB-ians. Also, if that's not possible, please let Menglait people win so Coach nim will lanja us one day if she feels happy with the results.

I did my Commerce today. Yep, a pretty big accomplishment. And half my History. We're going to RBAC again tomorrow at 7 in the morning for some early light training. Stretching that early makes you feel like you're a piece of old, forgotten gum that's lost its stretchability. 

Oh, and thanks to Choo for buying us those bottles of water (which mysteriously disappeared during the weigh-in).