The Simplest Orchestra And Its Eleven Symphonies

I'm not happy. I'm not in the 1st House team. I had a great 1st Leagues game against Ingram's yesterday. I made a few absolutely amazing tackles. Most were when the opposition were just about to pull the trigger. I deserve to be in that team. Instea I'll be the linesman. And in 2nd House, like last year.

Oh well.

The game against Ingram's was a mixed one. We won convincingly, 4-2. But Munches got injured. two broken ribs and a punctured lung. I really hope he recovers soon. And the most gruesome thing was, because he was asthmaetic, the surgeons had to operate on him without any anaesthetics. How fucking painful does that sound?

Everyone at first wanted him to get back and play keeper for 1st House, but I don't think anyone is that selfish to not let him take his time to recover. He's not gonna be back for the term. We all feel bad for him.

Not a very interesting Sunday today.

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Belief In The One True Tyrant

Here's a photo of Clive's knee being all fucked up. He injured it while playing with one of those bouncy spring stilts thingies. I don't know what they're called.

It's pretty disgusting up close. You could see how swollen the knee is.

I don't really have much to blog about, except that I got my second offer, from Royal Holloway.

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This Ride Is For All Ages

After Warwick's most anti-climactic e-mail (we will consider your application after blah de blah...), I was feeling a bit wary of the UCAS e-mail I got last night when I was in Headington. Urm, yes. I was in Farah's school :D It was a surprise visit, and I spent a few hours there going around the school. I even had supper in their dining hall. It did feel extremely weird being the only guy. And oh, I happened to be in the same room as Emma Watson and did not fucking notice her until Farah pointed it out much, much later. Hahahahahahaha.

Anyways, what I wanted to talk about was that I got an offer from York last night. My first offer so far, and it's not bad. The grades are ABB, and it says nothing about getting an A for English, which is a bit of a relief.

By the way, I'm staying at Hanif's place at the moment, and I've got his place all to myself for the night because he's gone to London. Hahahaha. Oxford is too claustrophobic for me. It just feels so gloomy and... Enclosed... Maybe it's because it's winter, and maybe it's because I'm so used to the wide open spaces in Shrewsbury.

I woke up at 6am. I hate it when I wake up early during the holidays. Usually I just grab some breakfast and then go back to sleep, but I've decided against it this morning. One, because I don't fucking know where I can buy anything at 6:34am in the morning. I know there's a Sainsbury's somewhere, but it's not exactly next door.

I'm tired.

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The Sun Thought I Had Something To Do With It

I don't know why I'm having trouble uploading this year's house singing videos. It's a shame too. The singing is brilliant. I'll try again soon.

Anyways, life has been not too bad in Shrewsbury, but it's getting a bit too frosty at the moment. We've been reaching the minuses in terms of temperature for the past few mornings and nights. It's bloody fucking cold, and I've abandoned my flip-flops and three-quarters because it's fucking freezing. I need to buy gloves. Red gloves.

I'm going to Oxford tomorrow, right after breakfast. Risky move, since it's almost certainly flippin' chilly. And oh, for the past few days, the hot showers are - simply put - not hot at all. Imagine, coming back from a hard-fought match against the staff, the horror of having a cold shower. Fucking outrage, I tell you.

And oh, what a match we had against Ridgemount. We were 3-0 down at one stage, but we managed to win 6-5, yours truly scoring the final equaliser in the last ten minutes, minutes before our winner. Of course, Ridgemount were taking the piss, to be honest. And it didn't help that some of our players had already given up by the third goal.

I need to get out of here for a few days. Oh, wait. Tomorrow is coach weekend. Yippee.

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Zero To Twenty With An Overnight Conversion

I don't know why I get depressed over the fact that I've turned twenty. Maybe it's because in school I'm two or three years older than everyone else. Maybe it's the fact that by definition, I'm not a teenager anymore. Or maybe I think suddenly being in the twenties makes me think that I might just have to grow up a little bit and make more effort for the future.

Whatever it is, I still had a great 20th birthday.

It was a surprise as well, because as much as they love me (hahaha), I don't think they'd travel all the way to isolated Shrewsbury just so they could celebrate it. But they did. Thanks Farah, Adeylah, Desiree, Kimy, Adi and Ajeeratul for coming. And also for the Shrewsbury guys, Kamillin, Adry, Mubin, Wafi and Chiao, for well, being in Shrewsbury anyways. Hahahaha.

If you wanna see the photos from that day, click here for my album, and click here for Farah's.

I thought that Saturday (we celebrated a day late) would have no more surprises after the Headington girls and the Oswestry girls left, but I was wrong.



I had joked with my housemates (Geo specifically) that for my birthday he was supposed to get me 52 virgins, one for every week of the year. This is kinda an ongoing joke, this whole virgin thing. Don't worry about the details. Hahaha.

Anyways, what they did was, right after we left my room to go to Ridgemount, Geo covered everything in my room with as many red bedsheets as he could find, and he also covered my light with the bedsheet, so it had this really creepy red light effect. In the photo, you can't see it because I took it off, and I had cleared some of it up. And what else, he spent a good half an hour sticking 52 photocopied photos of Sir Richard Branson, the CEO of Virgin. Quite clever, I think. Hahahaha.



Being used to this kind of stuff from Geo, the first thing I said was 'that's actually really cool.' I wasn't angry or anything. I guess it was too good a day for me to actually mind a little prank. Then again, it's a chance for me to totally get back at him.

Oh, well. Surprises, surprises. You could never get enough of them.

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Go Across The Pond Over The Shark

So, today I'm twenty years and one day old. Thanks to everyone who greeted me, texted me, wrote on my Facebook wall, my Multiply guestbook and my Friendster. Although nothing especially big happened yesterday, the sheer number of greetings really cheered me up.

Probably the one that struck me most was my little sister's text:

"Happy birthday to you,abg mujahid.diah"

That simple little sentence made me realise how much I miss her so much. And my little baby sister. And my other siblings.

I've actually got more to blog about, but I haven't got much time till next lesson.

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Killing In The Name Of Rage

I fucked up. I know I fucking did. Fuck. I don't know what to do.

Am I supposed to be here? Now?

Shit. I'm fucking confused.

I'm pathetic, aren't I?

But then... No. It can't be. It shouldn't be. It couldn't. It's fucking impossible, that's what it is. Nothing more than imagined wishes and dreams. Nothing short of fucking pathetic.

You're a cunt, you know that? You fucking, little cunt, that's what you are. Oh, don't start on me, you piece of shit. I know who you are. You're the fucking motherfucker, that's who you fucking are. Stop denying it, horse-shit.

You piece of hypocritical fuck-bag. Yes, a fuck-bag. You're a bag full of fuck. And shit. And useless little ideas about everyone, thinking you know better. Look at that smug face of yours. No, don't say a fucking word. You don't deserve a say in this. You are merely a cold, hard piece of shit, trampled by passers-by.

You're god-damn right I'm fucking angry. What made you realise that? My obsessive swearing? My irritated tone of voice? Huh? Is is that so fucking obvious?

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Don't mind me. Just venting out some anger. Not particularly directed at anyone. Just ranting out. Gotta clear my mind.

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To The Fields, The Stars Are Falling

I was reading Dae's blog, and yes, I guess everyone can relate to that sense of having to meet high expectations and work hard at this stage of your life. I may not be a hardworker, but I really take my English very seriously.

Now I'm supposed to spend over six hours on just one essay (1000-1500 words). And there's about an essay every week. I've put in so much work into these essays. I've read tonnes of critics, analysis and contextual history, just to be given a C or D for my efforts. For my first essay, I borrowed five books from the library for research. It's stupidly tough. I don't think I'm suited to hard work. Or for that matter, hours upon hours of research. I know that this will ultimately prepare me for university, but jeez.

I did so well last year. I got two A's and a B for my three English modules, and for Shakespeare, I got full marks. But that didn't involve much inout of contextual history and opinions of other critics. Most of it was your own critical analysis. This year, you have to be bothered with other critics. And oh, the context. Oh jeez. Suddenly I have to learn about Arminianism, Anti-Trinitarianism, radical puritanical movements, and other multi-syllabled words and phrases that are actually more complicated than they sound, which is saying something.

I need a break. I really do. I'm not used to all this hard work. Hahahaha.

Admittedly, my timetable is quite relaxed. I've got about 12 PRs a week, and Chemistry and Maths are beef subjects. At least for me anyway. They're subjects that can be revised and learned at the last minute. Not a good habit, but it usually works for me. That is, when I'm in a working mood, which admittedly, is rare.

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One Over The Other We'll Rush To The Suburbs

I had a good weekend overall. I went with the Shrewsbury Brunei Posse (hahaha) to Cineworld, to watch '30 Days Of Night,' which was a decent enough action/horror film. And guess what I found next to the cinema in place of Burger King?

Nando's! Hahaha. Admittedly I don't eat chicken, but I love the Peri-Peri sauce, and they have some decent vegetarian options there. And I'm a sucker for bottomless drinks. Ashamedly, I like the music they play in the background, be it portuguese or latino or whatever. Heh. There're more reasons for the Oswestry girls (and guy) to come to Shrewsbury every weekend :) Hahaha. Ho.

In the evening, I had to go to the Sydney Carton Society meeting at Rigg's Hall. Yes, it does sound kinda posh, but trust me, it's not. Well, maybe. A little bit. I guess a bunch of people sitting down sipping red wine while talking about novelists and their writing styles is kinda posh, isn't it? Of course, throughout the whole meeting, I didn't have much to say at all. These other guys are heavyweights compared to me. It's amazing how much they can say about a novelist just after five minutes of reading a page. I can barely speak up after reading a whole book.

I guess I'm gonna have to do more next session. Apparently we're supposed to write our own 8000-words stories, and by the end it will all be published, in one form or another. Quite excited about that. That is of course, if I can bother to write anything even at all close to that.

I need to go. I've got a double PR, and I'm not gonna waste it on Multiply. I might as well play FM and get Brunei to win the 2014 World Cup. Only in games. Only in games, unfortunately.

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From Conversations We Fall Again

It's the weeked. :D I love Fridays and Saturdays, when it comes to school. I only have a total of 5 5 out of a maximum of 12 lessons in the two days. It's awesome. I can lie in until 10am, take a quick shower, and go to lessons at 10.25am. I love the weekend.

We played 1st Leagues yesterday. It was my first full 1st Leagues match since Ramadhan. Usually I came off at half-time, because they knew I was fasting. Now I get to play the whole thing. Whooppi-doo. Even though we played well, we lost to Ridgemount 2-1, because of the fuck-all last-minute from-2-yards-out goal. Oh well.

The first week of school after half-term has been a great one so far. I'm really enjoying myself. And next week I'm turning 20. Oh jeez. Hahahahaha.

I am thinking of buying myself a watch for my birthday (yes, sounds kinda sad) after I lost my Swatch Irony during half-term. I'm upset about losing it, but I'm over it now. I really needed a new one anyway. I'm thinking something like a D&G or one of those weird binary watches. I don't know yet.

Oh jeez.

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