Okay. 25 minutes until the Maths Presentation final, and I'm here in ITB, blogging on Multiply. It just shows. I think I should be more nervous than I am now, but I don't know. I'm only a teeny bit nervous. I haven't rehearsed my lines. I'm not sure how many people are attending. And I'm up against two debaters who have represented the school internationally in MUN, etc and won. Somehow I think a little anxiety would do me good.
It's not that I think I'd win. It's the opposite, in fact. I know it's gonna be bloody hard for me to even get in the top three. So I guess there's just no pressure.
Anyway, I got a C for my English mocks. Not good. Not liking it. I did okay in Shakespeare, but I cocked it up in Forster (Prose) & Chaucer (Poetry). I got 51 out of 60 for my Arcadia coursework, which isn't what I wanted. Gaaah.
I did pretty well in Pure Maths mocks. Got 90+ for both C1 and C2 :D
I need to go. It's 15 minutes till the final..
Signing out
Over and out
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Changes & Cages
I am just bloody fuckin' jaded of school right now. I just can't be bothered. It's two and a half months away till the summer holidays, and already I can't stop thinking about it. And the non-stop attacks of the mocks isn't really helping either. I think I screwed up my English mocks. 45 minutes isn't much time to write 1,000 words. And one and a half hours isn't enough to write two 1,000 words essays.
The fact that I'll probably have four weeks of attachment (2 weeks with RTB, 2 weeks with Borneo Bulletin) doesn't deter me from the summer holidays. I think it's good I'm getting to know this media stuff. I'm currently looking into it. I've been wanting to do journalism or even TV for a while now. Media studies would be cool. Just wait. Ten years from now, there'll be a Bruneian TV channel (or better, something like ASTRO or SkyTV, a network service) called JTV. Hahahaha. Sure, it sounds cheesy. Sure, it sounds narcissistic. And sure, it sounds just like MTV. But hey, I've got ten years to think about this. It won't be JTV by the time I'm done with it :P Haha. Ha. Ho.
Before I sign out, I'll show you guys a poem I wrote. :D
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I remember you
Far and away
But close and cherished
Over the imagined waters
We'll soar
We'll conquer
We'll make us together again
The voices will whisper
And the laughs get louder
And the heart gets warmer
Heaven's smile brings no relief
To this expectant soul
For he waits for the summertime
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Signing out
Over and out
P.S. Yeah, sure Deebs. You can have your own cooking show or travel journal show on my network :P Hahahaha.
The fact that I'll probably have four weeks of attachment (2 weeks with RTB, 2 weeks with Borneo Bulletin) doesn't deter me from the summer holidays. I think it's good I'm getting to know this media stuff. I'm currently looking into it. I've been wanting to do journalism or even TV for a while now. Media studies would be cool. Just wait. Ten years from now, there'll be a Bruneian TV channel (or better, something like ASTRO or SkyTV, a network service) called JTV. Hahahaha. Sure, it sounds cheesy. Sure, it sounds narcissistic. And sure, it sounds just like MTV. But hey, I've got ten years to think about this. It won't be JTV by the time I'm done with it :P Haha. Ha. Ho.
Before I sign out, I'll show you guys a poem I wrote. :D
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I remember you
Far and away
But close and cherished
Over the imagined waters
We'll soar
We'll conquer
We'll make us together again
The voices will whisper
And the laughs get louder
And the heart gets warmer
Heaven's smile brings no relief
To this expectant soul
For he waits for the summertime
--------------------
Signing out
Over and out
P.S. Yeah, sure Deebs. You can have your own cooking show or travel journal show on my network :P Hahahaha.
written by
Jay
Rooms & Houses
Well, it's been a while since I blogged here. I've blogged at Friendster, I've blogged at Blogspot. And I'm addicted to Facebook now. Stupid, addictive, little, social internet thingy. Anyways, just because of that I've ignored my Multiply blog for what, a month?
But hey, I'm on Multiply now.
So, not much, really. Apart from the fact that the new house is a bit depressing. The corridors are too small. And its long instead of big, so everyone is far awar from everyone else. The TV room, the kitchen, the vending machine and the house hall aren't on the way out, so it's a bit awkward socially sometimes. But damn, the private yard is just beautiful. There's a tree there at the side of the yard, which is just blooming with flowers. It's one of those scenes in those romance movies when it's springtime and the flowers are blooming and there's an old swing under the tree. Which the tree does have. Ho ho. Ha.
Then there's the fact that I have a fuckin' roommate. I don't like having roommates. Sure, I like hanging out with people, but when it comes to my room, I want it all to myself. All to my fuckin' self. My roommate is okay. He's a Chinese guy called Oliver Qu. That's pronounced Chu, not Qu. And yeah, we call him Ollie.
He's a good lad, but I can't play music in the room when he's around. It's annoying. I can't study without loud music. I had to use earphones, which is just a poor substitute for speakers. And he's forever studying. Everytime he's in the room, he only does one of four things: studying, studying, sleeping and studying. Gaaaah.
I need to go. The ITBs is getting really uncomfortably warm. Get a load of that. Shrewsbury. Warm. Jeez.
Signing out
Over and out
But hey, I'm on Multiply now.
So, not much, really. Apart from the fact that the new house is a bit depressing. The corridors are too small. And its long instead of big, so everyone is far awar from everyone else. The TV room, the kitchen, the vending machine and the house hall aren't on the way out, so it's a bit awkward socially sometimes. But damn, the private yard is just beautiful. There's a tree there at the side of the yard, which is just blooming with flowers. It's one of those scenes in those romance movies when it's springtime and the flowers are blooming and there's an old swing under the tree. Which the tree does have. Ho ho. Ha.
Then there's the fact that I have a fuckin' roommate. I don't like having roommates. Sure, I like hanging out with people, but when it comes to my room, I want it all to myself. All to my fuckin' self. My roommate is okay. He's a Chinese guy called Oliver Qu. That's pronounced Chu, not Qu. And yeah, we call him Ollie.
He's a good lad, but I can't play music in the room when he's around. It's annoying. I can't study without loud music. I had to use earphones, which is just a poor substitute for speakers. And he's forever studying. Everytime he's in the room, he only does one of four things: studying, studying, sleeping and studying. Gaaaah.
I need to go. The ITBs is getting really uncomfortably warm. Get a load of that. Shrewsbury. Warm. Jeez.
Signing out
Over and out
written by
Jay
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