Thursday, April 30, 2009
The end is nigh.
I've never been a big fan of keeping up to date with the news, especially now, more than ever. Whenever you switch on the television or flip through the papers, the first thing that greets you is disasters. It seems like the world is currently being bombarded with problems from all sides, be it political, environmental, health and even finance. I'm particularly concerned with problems regarding the environment and health (global warming and swine flu, people) I was just researching the swine flu (I'm seriously concerned) and like the other strains of flu, it is airborne.
That's the horrifying part, knowing that no matter what precautions you take, you have the potential to catch it, and die as a result. The World Health Organization have declared a Phase 5, sort of like that Code Black you see in movies when they have a serious bomb threat. Phase 5 is the second highest level of emergencies under the WHO regulation, which is a non-ambiguous indication that the swine flu is gravely serious.
There's also that huge concern of global warming and the fact that it could very well be the human race's undoing. The Doomsday Clock, while theoretical, shows that the time left till it is midnight (or ultimate destruction) is only five minutes. It's like a horrible movie, like 28 Days Later. You watch all these gruesome things and you think, 'this can never happen in the real world. The human race can't end like that. We can't go out without a bang." But that is what is happening right now and it isn't even registering in our heads just how grievous and precarious the current global condition is, because we still think that the end of the world is preposterous and is only plausible in films, but not in the real world.
Our minds are wrapped in this compact cocoon where we only ponder on inconsequential things; we're ignoring what is really happening, either because we really do not care or because we just can't accept it. I'll go with the latter. The human race by nature, loves to bury their heads in the sand and act like that particularly disagreeable something is not there. In the words of Hugh Jackman from the Prestige, "We want to be fooled."
The end is not near, people. It's already here.
So, how are you?
Guess who.
I've never been a big fan of keeping up to date with the news, especially now, more than ever. Whenever you switch on the television or flip through the papers, the first thing that greets you is disasters. It seems like the world is currently being bombarded with problems from all sides, be it political, environmental, health and even finance. I'm particularly concerned with problems regarding the environment and health (global warming and swine flu, people) I was just researching the swine flu (I'm seriously concerned) and like the other strains of flu, it is airborne.
That's the horrifying part, knowing that no matter what precautions you take, you have the potential to catch it, and die as a result. The World Health Organization have declared a Phase 5, sort of like that Code Black you see in movies when they have a serious bomb threat. Phase 5 is the second highest level of emergencies under the WHO regulation, which is a non-ambiguous indication that the swine flu is gravely serious.
There's also that huge concern of global warming and the fact that it could very well be the human race's undoing. The Doomsday Clock, while theoretical, shows that the time left till it is midnight (or ultimate destruction) is only five minutes. It's like a horrible movie, like 28 Days Later. You watch all these gruesome things and you think, 'this can never happen in the real world. The human race can't end like that. We can't go out without a bang." But that is what is happening right now and it isn't even registering in our heads just how grievous and precarious the current global condition is, because we still think that the end of the world is preposterous and is only plausible in films, but not in the real world.
Our minds are wrapped in this compact cocoon where we only ponder on inconsequential things; we're ignoring what is really happening, either because we really do not care or because we just can't accept it. I'll go with the latter. The human race by nature, loves to bury their heads in the sand and act like that particularly disagreeable something is not there. In the words of Hugh Jackman from the Prestige, "We want to be fooled."
The end is not near, people. It's already here.
So, how are you?
Guess who.
what we could have been, 12:17 AM.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Is it just me or is Brunei really hot right now? I am not being dramatic here, but it really does feel like I'm about to scorch into tiny little pieces whenever I leave the comfort of my air-conditioned house. Here's another proof of Brunei's supernova-worthy temperature. My Potong ice-cream was dead frozen after I've left it to its own devices for about three days, in the freezer. So, as an experiment (and because I hate eating hard popsicles, it always feels like my teeth will get chipped in the process) I placed the ice-cream on my veranda and I left it there to melt. A mere minute later, I took the ice-cream and what do you know, it was considerably soft!
Moral of the story: there is a good to every bad, an opposite to every reaction, a yin and a yang, a substrate to my enzyme.
Apakan.
But seriously, though. I don't like the sun. It isn't giving my face a reprieve from its apparent tudong line. Sasak ku sudah. I look like an ogre who has two different shades to its face.
A burnt (in more ways than one) and exhausted,
Akeela
Moral of the story: there is a good to every bad, an opposite to every reaction, a yin and a yang, a substrate to my enzyme.
Apakan.
But seriously, though. I don't like the sun. It isn't giving my face a reprieve from its apparent tudong line. Sasak ku sudah. I look like an ogre who has two different shades to its face.
A burnt (in more ways than one) and exhausted,
Akeela
what we could have been, 1:51 AM.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Buongiorno :) Emah here. A virgin blogger. A million thanks to the girls for inviting me. I can't really blog as much as I would like to as I have no internet connection at my humble abode. Not yet anyway. I apologize. I will try to write weekly :) One thing that you need to know about me is that I am obsessed with music. Unfortunately, I don't play any of the musical instruments as of yet. I will soon. Hopefully :) I would kill to have guitar and piano lessons. Seriously, I would. Oh, well! All this talk about music makes me hungry. Weird? I know. I'ma look for food now :)
Ciao,
Emah.
what we could have been, 12:02 AM.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
It's 9.16 PM and I am thankful for several things. My aunt's three-day wedding has taken its course and is over and done with! Today was the most frantic, I have to say. I had to wake up early so I could fulfill my duty as the 'dian girl' which was actually quite interesting. The last wedding I went to was about, three years ago and believe it or not, I hadn't quite reach that mental state where I could absorb traditional customs well. Now, since I'm deeply involved in this particular wedding -- orang rumah kaliahhh -- I've become more aware of the whole thing, and I find it so fascinating! I think, when I get married, I would want to go all out and do the whole shebang! Blog partners, you're all invited! HAHA
After finishing my role ast the 'dian girl' I had to help out with the preparation of the food. I basically had to cling wrap everything, which sounds like a simple task enough. However, there was twenty three tables and some food, like the sambal goreng, had to be served two on each table. So, that's FOURTY SIX cling wraps. The rest were twenty three pieces, and after going through fourty-six dishes, with the sun beating heavily on your back and sweat dripping off your forehead like rainwater, it really started to get aggravating. It came to a point where I just tore off the cling wrap, scrunched it into a ball and ground it under my foot. But seeing my aunt looking so radiant and elated was well worth the effort (:
And oh.
I also had to wear a corset.
Girls, don't ever do it! It is PAINFUL. Bold and capital, people. It felt like my ribcage was constricted. Whenever I tried to breathe, I could feel my ribcage expanding only to a certain degree. I was half-completing the act of breathing the whole seven hours. I was also wearing four-inch heels which made the entire experience a mental and physical bloodbath, not literally of course. Sigh, the things we girls have to go through.
I also have a stats test tomorrow, permutation and combination. My duties have prevented me from studying for it. So, failure here I come. ):
A very sobered and oxygenated,
Akeela
And of, congratulations Zura for getting your Internet fixed. And of, also for getting top ten in the world for Additional Maths. Whatever, getting your Internet fixed is much more of a big deal. HAHAHAHAH NADAWAH. CONGRATS ZURRR. WE'RE SO PROUD OF OUR LITTLE FRIEND (:
After finishing my role ast the 'dian girl' I had to help out with the preparation of the food. I basically had to cling wrap everything, which sounds like a simple task enough. However, there was twenty three tables and some food, like the sambal goreng, had to be served two on each table. So, that's FOURTY SIX cling wraps. The rest were twenty three pieces, and after going through fourty-six dishes, with the sun beating heavily on your back and sweat dripping off your forehead like rainwater, it really started to get aggravating. It came to a point where I just tore off the cling wrap, scrunched it into a ball and ground it under my foot. But seeing my aunt looking so radiant and elated was well worth the effort (:
And oh.
I also had to wear a corset.
Girls, don't ever do it! It is PAINFUL. Bold and capital, people. It felt like my ribcage was constricted. Whenever I tried to breathe, I could feel my ribcage expanding only to a certain degree. I was half-completing the act of breathing the whole seven hours. I was also wearing four-inch heels which made the entire experience a mental and physical bloodbath, not literally of course. Sigh, the things we girls have to go through.
I also have a stats test tomorrow, permutation and combination. My duties have prevented me from studying for it. So, failure here I come. ):
A very sobered and oxygenated,
Akeela
And of, congratulations Zura for getting your Internet fixed. And of, also for getting top ten in the world for Additional Maths. Whatever, getting your Internet fixed is much more of a big deal. HAHAHAHAH NADAWAH. CONGRATS ZURRR. WE'RE SO PROUD OF OUR LITTLE FRIEND (:
what we could have been, 6:35 PM.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
PAHLAWAN!!!
CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL PAHLAWAN ATHLETES, FIELD PERFORMERS, TEACHERS AND STUDENTS ON OUR VICTORY!! :D
Standing out there in the heat, grabbing cameras from random people and snapping away incessantly was definitely worth witnessing Pahlawan come out as victors. Excellent job everyone. As for the field performers, you guys did a kickass dance routine out there and you will always be winners in the heart of Pahlawan-ians. :)
Bisoux,
Ryhan Ghazali
what we could have been, 5:43 PM.
Today went off with a bang! Not only did I enjoy selling off more than half of Cici's Shepherd's Pie at the MP cafe (with Nafi's help *grunts*) but Panglima walked away with a triple... no, wait, QUADRUPLE WIN!
Pahlawan was awesome, too. I loved how they drew inspiration from the snakes and incorporated that into their dance moves :P There was hissing too, apparently! But I didn't hear that from so far away. It was an amazing performance and even though my tan line is more apparent than ever, I don't wish any moment away. Wouldn't have changed a single thing! And even though I didn't perform or run for Panglima, I couldn't help feeling proud. We've been in such a miserable losing streak and this was as good as it gets. One of the biggest lessons I've learned this year is that just because you didn't get number one, doesn't mean you're not a winner. And Panglima is definitely a winner in the hearts of many! Go MS! Haha, random. I've been inhaling too much flour.
Much love,
Akeela
- Field events
- Field performance
- March pass
- BINTANG SUKAN!
Pahlawan was awesome, too. I loved how they drew inspiration from the snakes and incorporated that into their dance moves :P There was hissing too, apparently! But I didn't hear that from so far away. It was an amazing performance and even though my tan line is more apparent than ever, I don't wish any moment away. Wouldn't have changed a single thing! And even though I didn't perform or run for Panglima, I couldn't help feeling proud. We've been in such a miserable losing streak and this was as good as it gets. One of the biggest lessons I've learned this year is that just because you didn't get number one, doesn't mean you're not a winner. And Panglima is definitely a winner in the hearts of many! Go MS! Haha, random. I've been inhaling too much flour.
Much love,
Akeela
what we could have been, 4:03 AM.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Today's field performance practice was mind blowing!! That's the only word i can use to describe today's practice. Pahlawan and Panglima decided to be best friends and share the auditorium. We even joined in to each others routine!! Despite the fact that we're in a race against time because Sports Day is tomorrow (yikes!), we managed to play around a little bit. Both house are so supportive of each other; a few of the Pahlawans deemed us the PangLawan. LOL Both dance routine are equally fantastic, too. Kan, Yasmin? It's gonna be a tough dance battle tomorrow. Can't wait!! :)
Nisa, Zura, Silah and I danced like crazy at the end to Girls Generation's Gee and After School's Ah! too. Good times. Good times. :)
♥
as you were.
Nisa, Zura, Silah and I danced like crazy at the end to Girls Generation's Gee and After School's Ah! too. Good times. Good times. :)
♥
as you were.
what we could have been, 2:18 AM.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
I've found a new obsession. This particular one has got me ignoring my work and stuck in front of the computer for six hours at a time, streaming up to thirty five videos! My days are now occupied with it, like literally. Ninety-percent of the time, you'll find me indulging in this particular obsession; before I go to bed, when I wake up in the morning, in between meals, you name it! I know this is going to sound totally psychotic but I feel like there's a string that pulls and binds me to it :( I've fallen so deeply in love with it, and I know that I'll go beserk and depressed when it's all over. This is not an act! I am seriously, one hundred percent obsessed. Please find me another obsession soon!
A.
what we could have been, 6:16 PM.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
First impressions. That's what sticks in the mind. That's what we automatically remember when you mention someone's name. Not the middle of the conversation, or even the end where someone might leave you speechless, but it's how you started coming into the picture. First impressions, that's all that matters. Maybe I don't give them that well. It's that 'bang', I'm missing. What to do...I'm stuck with that wallflower nature. :) So all that's left is, la chance et l'espoir que l'annee prochaine sera meilleure. Wanted to make the most out of this year, since there's just no chance in hell that I'll be hopping on that plane to the land of Jude Law and authentic Fish and Chips. Can't say I wasn't disappointed, but what to do? :) Wanted to join everything so that my CV file would be even thicker than the worst MS student's personal record file. Oh well, let's move on!! That's my new mantra. :)
On a lighter note,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMAH IBRAHIM!!!!!
BONNE ANNIVERSAIRE!!! YOU GON' PARTY LIKE A ROCKSTAR HOMIE! WORD. :D
what we could have been, 7:24 PM.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Hey guys~! just wondering if u need a good laugh so I posted this video.
Enjoy!
HANI
what we could have been, 12:52 AM.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Ah, mon dieu!! Yesterday was wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy tiring. The amount of running, sweating, jumping around I had yesterday was tons more than I've had all week. First, CCA. Was supposed to play handball but since most of us suck anyway (i.e me. haha), we convinced Tr Noridah to let us play netball instead. BIG MISTAKE! Well, it was for me. I haven't been in contact with a netball ball for months, since PE is on a whole different level this year, and I sucked big time yesterday. :p Like, my grip was totally whack and I kept dropping the fucking ball. GRRRRRR!!!!!!!
Went back to school hoping and praying that English Lit class would be cancelled. Alas, my prayers got tangled up with a flock of birds somewhere high in the sky and E Lit class was still on. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE E Lit, but yesterday was just one of those days when I don't feel like going to class all sweaty and out of breath. Netball with the MPs was to commence at 1, so I was really disappointed that I had to go to class instead. Trudged up the staircase with both feet weighing like a couple of dumbbells, and SUDDENLY, the flock of birds cleared up and Ms Hilary came into view. Boy, am I making this sound more dramatic than it really was. :p SHE ANNOUNCED THAT CLASS WAS CANCELLED. YAYYYY!!
So I got to play netball after all. Played outside, in the scalding heat with no sunblock, sunscreen whatsoever on hand, but I didn't care. I loooove running around and getting all sweaty. :) I mean, there's always deodorant. :D The aftermath of playing outside... I GOT DARKER. That could mean two things, but I'm talking about my skin wah. Hitam ahh.... And today I'm playing tennis so I'll end up looking like an army officer. :(
p.s. CONGRATS KILLER!!!!!! The 'cicak' speech ah..Haha. Reminds me of si you know who. :p
p.p.s MATT GIRAUD, je t'aime!!
bisoux,
strawberryhan
Went back to school hoping and praying that English Lit class would be cancelled. Alas, my prayers got tangled up with a flock of birds somewhere high in the sky and E Lit class was still on. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE E Lit, but yesterday was just one of those days when I don't feel like going to class all sweaty and out of breath. Netball with the MPs was to commence at 1, so I was really disappointed that I had to go to class instead. Trudged up the staircase with both feet weighing like a couple of dumbbells, and SUDDENLY, the flock of birds cleared up and Ms Hilary came into view. Boy, am I making this sound more dramatic than it really was. :p SHE ANNOUNCED THAT CLASS WAS CANCELLED. YAYYYY!!
So I got to play netball after all. Played outside, in the scalding heat with no sunblock, sunscreen whatsoever on hand, but I didn't care. I loooove running around and getting all sweaty. :) I mean, there's always deodorant. :D The aftermath of playing outside... I GOT DARKER. That could mean two things, but I'm talking about my skin wah. Hitam ahh.... And today I'm playing tennis so I'll end up looking like an army officer. :(
p.s. CONGRATS KILLER!!!!!! The 'cicak' speech ah..Haha. Reminds me of si you know who. :p
p.p.s MATT GIRAUD, je t'aime!!
bisoux,
strawberryhan
what we could have been, 6:02 PM.
What does a cell phone salesman, fifty-year-old spinster and a six-year-old tot have in common? Pure talent. These three different individuals all entered a talent competition,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxPZh4AnWyk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bEo5bjnJViA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QWNoiVrJDsE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6GrOMLylvhQ
what we could have been, 2:56 AM.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
HOW CAN THEY ELIMINATE MATT GIRAUD? STUPID AMERICANS! I had a sneaky suspicion that their IQs were meandering toward the lower end when they supported the Iraqi War but really! THAT WAS A MISTAKE, PEOPLE! THANK GOD THE JUDGES SAVED HIM! Thank you judges, thank you thank you for saving him! We’re both lucky today (:
As much as I hate to admit this, Kris Allen’s performance was awesome; it gave me goosebumps all over! To hell with what Randy and Kara said! Go Matt and Kris!
Akeela
what we could have been, 10:46 PM.
Sweat, nerves, huge crowd of smart individuals.
Check, check, check.
Today was the Senior Prepared Debate Competition and although my heart was ramming to its own erratic beat in my ribcage and I lost the trail of my speech for about ten seconds, I still got second place. The winner, our resident geek extraordinaire (and I do mean it affectionately) definitely deserved it. Kudos to Wee Kiat! I know this is sort of an expected loser speech but I'm really not that upset. I'd be lying if I said I'm not the teeniest bit disappointed but I feel good, I feel content. The ginormous multi-faceted trophy that glints in sunlight and is heavier than Anis and Wani put together definitely compensates for my being the first runner-up! I think that I owe this unconvincing graceful loser act to Miss Ani, who kind of delivered good news. I want it like I want Reese chocolates. Please make it happen, Allah.
Thanks to my awesome friends for their support and also for making the audi shake with the high decibels of their screams. I have nothing but heartfelt love for you guys :)
Truly satisfied and hoping no one is having fun at my expense,
Akeela
what we could have been, 10:15 PM.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
writer: aafiqah (new author, yo!)
currently at: Computer Lab D206
listening to: After School (from Bunny Boo's laptop)
Hello all! First post JMDKWNXNI!! :)
As for my role in this blog, i shall be the random one. You know the one who comes up with... random stuff. Since Yasmin's the bimbo one, Belle and Kils are both the smart ones.
I have been blogging for over two years, not that that is something that i'm proud of. Doesn't that like say that i have no life for the past two years? Oh well! In those two years I've acquired an eloquence in netspeaking. So, if you don't understand me, for future reference, just ignore me. I also tend to mistake my grammar quite A LOT. Just you know, forgive me.
In the mean time, Happy 20th rememberence day of Hillsborough. to my 96 heroes, you will always be remembered. ♥
FOREVER YOUNG: 96 Reds remembered.
as you were.
currently at: Computer Lab D206
listening to: After School (from Bunny Boo's laptop)
Hello all! First post JMDKWNXNI!! :)
As for my role in this blog, i shall be the random one. You know the one who comes up with... random stuff. Since Yasmin's the bimbo one, Belle and Kils are both the smart ones.
I have been blogging for over two years, not that that is something that i'm proud of. Doesn't that like say that i have no life for the past two years? Oh well! In those two years I've acquired an eloquence in netspeaking. So, if you don't understand me, for future reference, just ignore me. I also tend to mistake my grammar quite A LOT. Just you know, forgive me.
In the mean time, Happy 20th rememberence day of Hillsborough. to my 96 heroes, you will always be remembered. ♥
FOREVER YOUNG: 96 Reds remembered.
as you were.
what we could have been, 9:09 PM.
Currently in the school's ICT lab under the pretense of researching poets :P Sujata Bhatt, Tony Harrison and Anne Stevenson. Tony Harrison's poem, Long Distance is such a heartbreaking poem detailing the acts of a seemingly hard and detached man who has lost the love of his life. The poem had Miss Hilary in tears, it did. This was one of the first poems we did and I attribute my interest and passion for E.Lit to it! I recommend it to anyone who wants to be arrested by such profound emotions.
That's what E.Lit does to you. It strips the ice you've cemented around your heart and it engulfs you in a multitude of feelings; disgust, love, passion, anger and that's simply the aim, to make you feel.
Human beings are so lucky!
Akeela
what we could have been, 9:03 PM.
You know that feeling when you get sick of something you love? Like when you're on a diet and cave in one day to a huge packet of Reese's PB Cups. You go through that whole packet in record time and when all that's left are the empty, torn wrappers, you get that rising feeling of guilt, loss, failure, and tons more, in your gut? The bright pink cotton candy starts to taste like cardboard, that favourite song on your iPod starts to sound like sharp Ju-On-esque nails dragged over a chalkboard. Wait, Ju On ada nails kan? Oh well, the other horror flick then.
If you've ticked all of the above then I've got news for you. You need cheering up big time. If it makes you feel any better, I'm in that exact, same rut too. :( More metaphors coming up! Life's a rollercoaster ride and you have the high and low points, but I don't get it. Every point on a rollercoaster ride is FUN, whereas the highs and lows in life are just that. You feel super high or you feel super low. Macam what Kilah said about bipolar tendencies. NOT THAT I'M BIPOLAR. God forbid. :p I'm just very, very, very uninspired, moody and fatigued as of late.
I need a shot of whatever my friends are having. :) Cause fo shizz, you guys define JOVIAL. :) Ho-humm..The pile of crap on my desk that the teachers call 'homework' is yelling at me. I should stop procrastinating and get of my butt.
I fly like paper, get high like planes. :p
If you've ticked all of the above then I've got news for you. You need cheering up big time. If it makes you feel any better, I'm in that exact, same rut too. :( More metaphors coming up! Life's a rollercoaster ride and you have the high and low points, but I don't get it. Every point on a rollercoaster ride is FUN, whereas the highs and lows in life are just that. You feel super high or you feel super low. Macam what Kilah said about bipolar tendencies. NOT THAT I'M BIPOLAR. God forbid. :p I'm just very, very, very uninspired, moody and fatigued as of late.
I need a shot of whatever my friends are having. :) Cause fo shizz, you guys define JOVIAL. :) Ho-humm..The pile of crap on my desk that the teachers call 'homework' is yelling at me. I should stop procrastinating and get of my butt.
I fly like paper, get high like planes. :p
what we could have been, 2:19 AM.
Monday, April 13, 2009
So, I was rummaging through the fridge, looking for fruits to eat because.. as I've become more aware of the environment, I've also grown more conscious of my health (hahaha right) and how I have sadly neglected it of late, what with gorging myself on McDonald's and mee goreng and pizza... :( Having taken one measly pair, I realized it was not enough to satisfy my craving. So continued my rummaging. Several moments later, I found, stuck somewhere at the back of the fridge, a box of prized and special fruits!
Behold, the legendary strawberries imported from
Sweden (which explains the snow cover)
Sweden (which explains the snow cover)
Want a closer look? (:
Hahahaha okay, so it's not exactly snow-covered strawberries. To those who are as bimbotic and gullible as Yasmin, these are actually fungi-infested strawberries. How cool is that? I've got a science experiment in my own fridge~ HAHA.
On to more disgusting matters, I did my first patrolling today with several MPs and one of them actually found droppings in the drawers of this one classroom. Si Yasmin ani andang ni inda pandai membuang lapas beria. HAHA. Nadawah, they were rat droppings apparently :S Tres ew.
Aaaaaand now, homework calls :(
Highlight of the day: PE! (: <3
TTFN, then!
Akeela
On to more disgusting matters, I did my first patrolling today with several MPs and one of them actually found droppings in the drawers of this one classroom. Si Yasmin ani andang ni inda pandai membuang lapas beria. HAHA. Nadawah, they were rat droppings apparently :S Tres ew.
Aaaaaand now, homework calls :(
Highlight of the day: PE! (: <3
TTFN, then!
Akeela
what we could have been, 11:50 PM.
Surprisingly i am doing this during GP lesson.WOOOHOO! awesome right? seriously, i am doing this in the computer lab. we were asked to do a research on the topic "equality is required in gender relationship?do you agree?" To be honest, i am kind of bored with the questions that is given to us for essays. why can they bring up a topic that ALL GENDER at our age would enjoy. For instance "should Liverpool win the premier league this year?" OR "what would happen when paris hilton become poor" -
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There was a pause there as Mr Aussie was explaining something behind my head.i don't have much time to write more as it's only 5 min left to enter goldfish's class!!! and at the same time, aussie keeps walking around and looking at everyone's screen so i end here.CIOU!
yasminator:)
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There was a pause there as Mr Aussie was explaining something behind my head.i don't have much time to write more as it's only 5 min left to enter goldfish's class!!! and at the same time, aussie keeps walking around and looking at everyone's screen so i end here.CIOU!
yasminator:)
what we could have been, 7:44 PM.
How wonderful. The rotten cherry on top of a mouldy cake. Frankly speaking, this month hasn't done anything to prove itself worthy of my energy and attention. apakan tu. Does that even make sense? The impact from the accident, that practically threw me off my seat, might i add, must have fried my brain. What is wrong with Bruneian drivers? Like, seriously, if you know you're in the wrong, just FESS UP! YOU were driving way over the speed limit in the SLOW lane, YOU took your eyes off the road and YOU crashed into the side of our car. It's all YOU, YOU and surpise, surpise, YOU! Wasted hours waiting for someone to come and fix everything when you sped off unharmed! Thank you sooooo much for making my day!
*breathein*
*breatheout*
*breathein*
*breatheout*
On a lighter note,the bimbo sister left for Japan. Will miss all her bimbo(tic?) tendencies and comments like:
Bim: What's wrong with the camera, I can't switch it on! Kau tu! What did you do?!
Me: *took the camera calmly and flipped open the battery slot* Bimbo eh! You didn't put the battery in!
Bim: Ohh...no wonder it's so light! *smiles sheepishly and skips away*
Yes, she skips. As in,Alice-in-Wonderland-on-red-brick-path skip. Please, come forward with a cure.
*breathein*
*breatheout*
*breathein*
*breatheout*
On a lighter note,the bimbo sister left for Japan. Will miss all her bimbo(tic?) tendencies and comments like:
Bim: What's wrong with the camera, I can't switch it on! Kau tu! What did you do?!
Me: *took the camera calmly and flipped open the battery slot* Bimbo eh! You didn't put the battery in!
Bim: Ohh...no wonder it's so light! *smiles sheepishly and skips away*
Yes, she skips. As in,Alice-in-Wonderland-on-red-brick-path skip. Please, come forward with a cure.
what we could have been, 5:39 AM.
I'm in a foul mood.
I did a personality test the other day and apparently, I’m a mixture of two personalities, Choleric Melancholic. It sounds disgusting and complicated but I really do think that that personality test was dead accurate. According to this little website (I don’t know if you’ve heard of it) called Wikipedia, there are four personalities or temperaments known as Sanguine, Choleric, Melancholic and Phlegmatic. Sounds disgusting, no? Each personality type has its corresponding season and element. Since I am choleric melancholic, I think I’ll explain just that. I am utterly and hopelessly self-centered if you haven’t noticed (:
CHOLERIC
• Fluid: Bile
• Season: Summer (dry and hot)
• Element: Fire
• A doer and a leader
• A lot of ambition, energy and passion
• Tries to instill the previous in people
• Apt at dominating people of other temperaments (especially phlegmatic)
• Easily angered and are bad-tempered
• Predominant in many charismatic military and political figures
MELANCHOLIC
• Fluid: Black Bile
• Season: Fall/Autumn
• Element: Earth
• Thoughtful and frequently ponders
• Very kind and considerate
• Highly creative (arts and poetry)
• Overly preoccupied with tragedy and cruelty in the world
• More susceptible to depression
• Perfectionist and very particular
So, I’m somewhere between the two.
One time during a Literature class, we discussed how poets are more inclined to having a bipolar disorder, a condition where you get extreme highs and lows. Having read the part about melancholic, I am forced to conclude that poets or any type of artists are melancholic, otherwise known to every Bruneian as emo. I always knew I was a bit melancholic. In fact I’ve always tried to chalk my foul black moods as symptoms of depression or bipolar. People with bipolar personalities are usually hailed as geniuses due to their intellectuality, ya know :p Such examples are Winston Churchill, Virginia Woolfe and Sylvia Plath.
So, anyway, that’s enough ranting for today. If anyone is interested in discovering their own personality, here’s a website to do so: www.oneishy.com/personality/. Raihan and Yas, if you guys do it, post it up (: I will now proceed to downloading cheese and potato pie recipes. A sudden craving has been plaguing me since I watched an episode of Chef At Home yesterday. Go, I shall!
Akeela
what we could have been, 2:07 AM.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Here's an update on why i woke up early on a sunday morning?have any idea?
other than sembahyang subuh,i went to school because there's a briefing about scholarship which i thought my father had forgotten(which i was hopeful that he would) but he didn't since he woke me up at 6.the briefing was conducted in the school audi at 8 AM BUT due to people being late,it starts 20 min late(a reason why it finishes 20 min late,grrr!).This event was organised by the PIBG of MSPSBS and the pengerusi of the event was non other that ryhan's dad.I have to admit that the first time i saw ryhan's dad was one of the event where i would feel scared but he's actually nice.he even smile and becali just now:P
The aims of this event was to let the parent knows of what type of scholarship that their children could apply and the "kiteria-kiterai" of what the future scholars should have.*For further information please visit this website:www.moe.edu.bn.com*
I have to admit it does clear questions that's on my mind regarding the scholarship.i have to stop now as i am having dinner early.update more later!!!
yasmin out
other than sembahyang subuh,i went to school because there's a briefing about scholarship which i thought my father had forgotten(which i was hopeful that he would) but he didn't since he woke me up at 6.the briefing was conducted in the school audi at 8 AM BUT due to people being late,it starts 20 min late(a reason why it finishes 20 min late,grrr!).This event was organised by the PIBG of MSPSBS and the pengerusi of the event was non other that ryhan's dad.I have to admit that the first time i saw ryhan's dad was one of the event where i would feel scared but he's actually nice.he even smile and becali just now:P
The aims of this event was to let the parent knows of what type of scholarship that their children could apply and the "kiteria-kiterai" of what the future scholars should have.*For further information please visit this website:www.moe.edu.bn.com*
I have to admit it does clear questions that's on my mind regarding the scholarship.i have to stop now as i am having dinner early.update more later!!!
yasmin out
what we could have been, 2:24 AM.
Ryhan Ghazali..brace yourselves...DID MP WORK TODAY! Yes,that's the highlight of my Sunday morning. Working paper..apakan tu? I'm totally clueless about the very existence of 'working papers' and the fact that a huge amount of WORK is required. Ya dig?? 'She' should give me a standing ovation too. Since I NEVER listen during meetings, kan?
Anyhoo..*drumroll* I finished my working paper. Cikgu Harisah should give me a standing ovation like Simon Cowell did for Adam Lambert. This is so sad, I'm a teenager for God's sake. Sunday should be, entah, tanning, shopping, being very carefree or something. Scratch the first one. Tanning and Bruneian beaches? Nuh-uh. Besides, Kem Qiadah has given me a permanent, very unflattering bake. :( We even brought a huge bottle of tanning oil for Kem Qiadah. Haha. Inda jua pakai.
Should probably go and study physics now. Like now. If I fail wah, Tr Mariyah would probably beat me up with her favourite Hutchings textbook.
Strawberryhan
Anyhoo..*drumroll* I finished my working paper. Cikgu Harisah should give me a standing ovation like Simon Cowell did for Adam Lambert. This is so sad, I'm a teenager for God's sake. Sunday should be, entah, tanning, shopping, being very carefree or something. Scratch the first one. Tanning and Bruneian beaches? Nuh-uh. Besides, Kem Qiadah has given me a permanent, very unflattering bake. :( We even brought a huge bottle of tanning oil for Kem Qiadah. Haha. Inda jua pakai.
Should probably go and study physics now. Like now. If I fail wah, Tr Mariyah would probably beat me up with her favourite Hutchings textbook.
Strawberryhan
what we could have been, 2:03 AM.
Yasmin here.another writer in this blog:p i can be a BIMBO sometime(ALL THE TIME) and so if i write something that doesnt make sense to you than you can refer back to the bold word highlighted with red:) first of all a shoutout to kilah and raihan for inviting me to be one of your companion in this world.Both of them are outstanding in their english vocab compare to me so i'll be writting in simple words.haha.
i have to admit that i'm used to blogging but i've stopped due to some reason but now i'm back!!!!haha.i think this intro of myself is enough for now so i'll stop here~
yasmin is out!
i have to admit that i'm used to blogging but i've stopped due to some reason but now i'm back!!!!haha.i think this intro of myself is enough for now so i'll stop here~
yasmin is out!
what we could have been, 1:54 AM.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
The cousins from Singapore have left :( The house is barren and desolate without Johan's infectious laughter. How I miss him! He's half-French and he oozes charm through every inch of his flawless white skin! Here's a picture. Go crazy.
What did I tell you? (:
I woke up pretty late today and immediately regretted the pizza binging last night. It's a feeling similar to post-mee goreng consumption. Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against eating. In fact, I love eating. But as a girl, there's always that thought somewhere at the back of your head that you can't afford to eat like your body is immune to fats. What's worse is that, I don't do any exercises! I pant like a bloody dog when I have to climb up a flight of staircase. Someone even insinuated yesterday that I'm quite fat. Two people in fact, when I stated that my shirt size is an S. It is wah, people! Don't do this to me :(
Would love to stay and chat some more but:
(a) nobody's probably wasting brain cells reading this
(b) i have nothing left to say
(c) my homework beckons
TTFN nonexistent readers!
Akeela
What did I tell you? (:I woke up pretty late today and immediately regretted the pizza binging last night. It's a feeling similar to post-mee goreng consumption. Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against eating. In fact, I love eating. But as a girl, there's always that thought somewhere at the back of your head that you can't afford to eat like your body is immune to fats. What's worse is that, I don't do any exercises! I pant like a bloody dog when I have to climb up a flight of staircase. Someone even insinuated yesterday that I'm quite fat. Two people in fact, when I stated that my shirt size is an S. It is wah, people! Don't do this to me :(
Would love to stay and chat some more but:
(a) nobody's probably wasting brain cells reading this
(b) i have nothing left to say
(c) my homework beckons
TTFN nonexistent readers!
Akeela
what we could have been, 9:44 PM.
First of all, a million thanks to Mrs Hilary and Ms Sharon for the 'celebration' that they held for us debaters this morning. I still feel pretty gutted that i FORGOT to come. How horrible is that?? In my defence, we were let out of physics pretty late, as usual, and i just completely forgot that we were supposed to meet up. :( SORRY! Anyhoo, thanks for the cake and everything. I guess we celebrated the fact that we have done our best and that we know that we are the genuine WINNERS! :D there kilah, i went all corny. haha. oh well. Anyway,Shy gave us Easter eggs tadi. haha. thanks dear! Lawa ah!
Killer, i found another theme song for Moussolini and the gang. Lily Allen's Fuck You. Well, Shy found it first. It describes our feelings towards him PERFECTLY. Oh and All American Rejects' Gives You Hell. Our faces will haunt him and give him nightmares his entire life! :p
ayayayayay. i want aero bubbles!! :)
Kisses,Strawberryhan Daquiri
Killer, i found another theme song for Moussolini and the gang. Lily Allen's Fuck You. Well, Shy found it first. It describes our feelings towards him PERFECTLY. Oh and All American Rejects' Gives You Hell. Our faces will haunt him and give him nightmares his entire life! :p
ayayayayay. i want aero bubbles!! :)
Kisses,Strawberryhan Daquiri
what we could have been, 6:57 AM.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Weekend's here (:
I am exhausted, mentally and physically. This week has been a flurry of activities. I basically missed the first four days of school this week, two I owe to debate in KB and one to an interview. Debate was definitely productive! I'm sure most people know already that MS did not go through the semis, and it's not for lack of talents, let me assure you. We've plenty, we just didn't strategize well. Is strategize a word, by the way? Because that word is underlined in red, like in Microsoft Word.
Anyway, I will not moan about the injustice of the whole debate, I think I'll leave that to Ryhan. But I will talk about our unfortunate bus mishap on the last day of the preliminary rounds. It is oh-so-fcking hilarious. Straight out of a novel, it is!
So it all started on a Tuesday, where the nine of us waited for our bus to come. The day before, it arrived promptly at 9. However, it was not a repeat performance. We waited for nearly two hours for the bus to arrive. Ryhan's as well as my legs were aching from climbing up the stairs to complain to Cikgu Ibrahim, the head of welfare. Each time a bus came into view, we would jump and whoop in delight, only to have that bus pass right by our school. So, finally, about 10.30, not one, but TWO buses came! We immediately rushed into the better-looking one, planting ourselves onto the seats. The two drivers were arguing with Cikgu Ibrahim, both not wanting to drive us to the host school in KB.
The driver of the bus we hijacked then went into the bus. HOORAY, WE'RE TAKING OFF. However, he stopped in the middle of the highway and said that he wouldn't be taking us because he didn't know the way, so another bus would be coming and driving us there. Okay, no problem. The bus came shortly, with an Indian driver and a suspicious looking Filipino woman who the driver insisted on dropping off in Sengkurong. However, he decided against it at the last minute and just drove to KB, not sans Filipino woman. When we arrived at the school, our teacher told him to pick us up at 4.30....
Well, 4.30 came but the driver didn't! Miss Hilary called him and he said he was stuck in traffic. This led to several dirty jokes.
(regarding the identity of the mystery woman)
Miss Sharon: She's probably a maid or something.
Me: I have an idea of who she might be! *dripping sarcasm*
Ryhan: Stuck in traffic? Yeah, he's stuck somewhere. alright!
Sheyenne: He's stuck in Vulgaria.
HAHAHAHA!
His promised ten minutes became thirty minutes, which in turn became TWO HOURS. Miss Hilary kept trying to call him but he wouldn't answer and he switched off his phone! It was getting darker and darker. Every participating school had already left. Even the students of the host school had already left! It was just us MS students and teachers, sitting in front of the hall, looking pitiful. Sudah tah kami inda masuk semis, cemani lagi kana treat! But we weren't really complaining. We had quite a fun time, chatting and laughing. We weren't so eager to go back to Bandar.
A teacher from the school finally brought back a KB-based bus for us to use. It was cramped, smelly and dirty but it was a way home! God bless that teacher! But wait, another bump in our journey. The driver had no idea how to navigate his way out of KB! By 8, we were still in KB! Oy, I'll never go to KB ever again! We finally arrived in school at around 9.
What a crappy day but despite it all, I wouldn't change a thing. That day taught me a lot about perserverance, bravery and patience. Wouldn't change a single thing, nope. And I'm not saying that because a loser is expected to say that, no! I truly truly mean that. And I love my debate friends :) What an adventurous day. Worthy of a novel. Who knows, one day that might come true ;)
Akeela
I am exhausted, mentally and physically. This week has been a flurry of activities. I basically missed the first four days of school this week, two I owe to debate in KB and one to an interview. Debate was definitely productive! I'm sure most people know already that MS did not go through the semis, and it's not for lack of talents, let me assure you. We've plenty, we just didn't strategize well. Is strategize a word, by the way? Because that word is underlined in red, like in Microsoft Word.
Anyway, I will not moan about the injustice of the whole debate, I think I'll leave that to Ryhan. But I will talk about our unfortunate bus mishap on the last day of the preliminary rounds. It is oh-so-fcking hilarious. Straight out of a novel, it is!
So it all started on a Tuesday, where the nine of us waited for our bus to come. The day before, it arrived promptly at 9. However, it was not a repeat performance. We waited for nearly two hours for the bus to arrive. Ryhan's as well as my legs were aching from climbing up the stairs to complain to Cikgu Ibrahim, the head of welfare. Each time a bus came into view, we would jump and whoop in delight, only to have that bus pass right by our school. So, finally, about 10.30, not one, but TWO buses came! We immediately rushed into the better-looking one, planting ourselves onto the seats. The two drivers were arguing with Cikgu Ibrahim, both not wanting to drive us to the host school in KB.
The driver of the bus we hijacked then went into the bus. HOORAY, WE'RE TAKING OFF. However, he stopped in the middle of the highway and said that he wouldn't be taking us because he didn't know the way, so another bus would be coming and driving us there. Okay, no problem. The bus came shortly, with an Indian driver and a suspicious looking Filipino woman who the driver insisted on dropping off in Sengkurong. However, he decided against it at the last minute and just drove to KB, not sans Filipino woman. When we arrived at the school, our teacher told him to pick us up at 4.30....
Well, 4.30 came but the driver didn't! Miss Hilary called him and he said he was stuck in traffic. This led to several dirty jokes.
(regarding the identity of the mystery woman)
Miss Sharon: She's probably a maid or something.
Me: I have an idea of who she might be! *dripping sarcasm*
Ryhan: Stuck in traffic? Yeah, he's stuck somewhere. alright!
Sheyenne: He's stuck in Vulgaria.
HAHAHAHA!
His promised ten minutes became thirty minutes, which in turn became TWO HOURS. Miss Hilary kept trying to call him but he wouldn't answer and he switched off his phone! It was getting darker and darker. Every participating school had already left. Even the students of the host school had already left! It was just us MS students and teachers, sitting in front of the hall, looking pitiful. Sudah tah kami inda masuk semis, cemani lagi kana treat! But we weren't really complaining. We had quite a fun time, chatting and laughing. We weren't so eager to go back to Bandar.
A teacher from the school finally brought back a KB-based bus for us to use. It was cramped, smelly and dirty but it was a way home! God bless that teacher! But wait, another bump in our journey. The driver had no idea how to navigate his way out of KB! By 8, we were still in KB! Oy, I'll never go to KB ever again! We finally arrived in school at around 9.
What a crappy day but despite it all, I wouldn't change a thing. That day taught me a lot about perserverance, bravery and patience. Wouldn't change a single thing, nope. And I'm not saying that because a loser is expected to say that, no! I truly truly mean that. And I love my debate friends :) What an adventurous day. Worthy of a novel. Who knows, one day that might come true ;)
Akeela
what we could have been, 6:31 AM.
bonjour!!! it's ryhan. :D I've had people ask me to start a blog since way back but i've never been motivated to actually do it cause well, school is such a drag and i've got tons of things to do but KILAH has finally convinced me to venture into the blogging scene. This is where we can say absolutely everything we want to say and everyone else will just have to listen. :p
kilah, our blog will be trilingual. :D I can write some stuff in french too. haha. French poems can be very, very Rochester-esque, mind you. So hope y'all enjoy losing your way in our labyrinth!
A bientot!
kilah, our blog will be trilingual. :D I can write some stuff in french too. haha. French poems can be very, very Rochester-esque, mind you. So hope y'all enjoy losing your way in our labyrinth!
A bientot!
what we could have been, 6:24 AM.
Welcome!
This isn't my first blog, the last one was privatized because I lost the luster for writing. But I have recently regained it and I am now the co-owner of this blog, the other one being my superduper awesome debate girlfriend, Ryhan Ghazali. This blog is aimed for us to express our thoughts and writings. It is also open for any of our MS friends to use and write as they see fit so expect this blog to expand in terms of writers in a few months!
Like it or hate it, we pretty much don't care (: So, let the good times rollll!
Akeela
This isn't my first blog, the last one was privatized because I lost the luster for writing. But I have recently regained it and I am now the co-owner of this blog, the other one being my superduper awesome debate girlfriend, Ryhan Ghazali. This blog is aimed for us to express our thoughts and writings. It is also open for any of our MS friends to use and write as they see fit so expect this blog to expand in terms of writers in a few months!
Like it or hate it, we pretty much don't care (: So, let the good times rollll!
Akeela
what we could have been, 6:06 AM.