The European Game

Today Pill is coming to London.

And tomorrow most of my friends will be going back to Brunei, including my brother.

Okay. Euro Fever. I haven't talked about it, so here I go.

I fancied Portugal at the start, what with Cristiano Ronaldo in the form of his life, and the likes of Deco, Maniche, Ricardo Carvalho and Quaresma in the team, they had the best chance of winning this since, well, when they lost to Greece in that final in their own country.

But since Germany beat them and are now in the final against Spain, I'm backing the Germans. They've got composure, resilience, luck and ability. When compared other teams like Netherlands or Spain though, their way behind on paper. When you've got the error-prone but occasionally-brilliant Lehmann as goalkeeper, you never know what you're gonna get. Ballack is a match-winner, but against Turkey he was awful. Schweinsteiger, Podolski and Lahm are all capable of turning the game around. But ever since Deisler retired tragically early, the only true creative force in the midfield is Ballack. Frings is amazing at defensive mid.

Spain. Well. It's the curse, ain't it. On paper they look like the best team in the championship. I mean, if you can afford to put Cesc Fucking Fabregas on the bench, then you've got one hell of a team. Torres, Villa, Xavi, Xabi Alonso, Iniesta, Sergio Ramos, Casillas, these are world-class players. Xavi, one of my favourite players, is one of the few (probably the only) players I've never ever seen give the ball away, ever. Casillas has the reflexes of a panther taking steroids and overdosed on caffeine. They're truly amazing players. But like Netherlands, they can't really seem to win anything.

So that's Germany to win the final.

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Futuristic Demons

I think this Mach 5 looks cool rotating over Hamley's. Hahaha. I still haven't seen the film though.

Anyway, I've delayed my flight back to Brunei for one more day. It's now on July 7th. So I'll be in Brunei 10am on July 8th.

The temporary 'singletons' went out on Wednesday for a Singles' Day Out, since our partners were still all in school doing, well, school stuff. We had a buffet lunch at Pizza Hut just beside Primark, and then we went shopping. It was a good laugh.

I've been watching 'Back To The Future' again, from the start. So far I've revisited Part 1 and Part 2. Part 3 will come soon enough.

'Back To The Future is one of my favourite trilogies ever, probably only second to 'Lord Of The Rings.' I'm not even sure. BTTF is more fun than Rings, definitely. But Rings is so, so epic. It's a masterpiece of storytelling, special effects, and acting.

I want the Nike Airs McFly wore in Part 2, they look amazing. Power-lacing, what an idea. But then after about 23 years, it doesn't look like Nike will ever release it for production. But hey, this is the closest thing to that. And damn, it's pretty damn close. This is the Nike HyperDunk McFly 2015

And this is the one in the film:

They both look wicked. I want a pair. Now.

Oh well.

I can't wait to live in London. Fingers crossed.

I'm still waiting for Pill.

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Pictures Of Yesteryear

The House Photo. Sorry it's blurred. Left is Geo. The one with the duck is me. The duck is Burmann Junior. The little kid is Nick, and on the right is Oli.

Wow oh bloody wow.

School is definitely over. No more Dix. No more KH food. No more going to lessons in suits in boiling weather.

I am sure gonna miss that place.

I will probably never see some of my housemates again, and I'm not the type who keeps in touch religiously. Faces fade. But the memories won't. It'll be a shame to not be able to see some of the faces again. Shrewsbury School has been good to me. Extremely.

I went back to school yesterday to pick up some stuff, because I need to clear up my room before I leave. I still have got some stuff like my digital drums and my big rubber duck, so I might pick them up on Speech Day.

My room was being cleaned when I got there, so I slept in Lowco's room because he wasn't there. It was weird. The last night I'll ever spend in Shrewsbury, and the whole upper sixth corridor is empty except for Clive. And Lan, but he's chosen to stay another year. His choice to stay, because he didn't think he got the grades he wanted. I admire his commitment.

I was hoping to see Geo after his rowing, but he's gone home by then. Wylde Stallions, we were, and Wylde Stallions we'll stay. He wrote on Friday before I left for London in marker pen, 'Wylde' on my arm, and he wrote 'Stallion' on his. I tried my hardest to look like I wasn't on the verge of crying. I think I did a decent job of hiding it.

This morning I got a Coke and a Kinder Bueno, put it on Clive's table, and hugged Clive goodbye. At least we'll meet on Speech Day. I still felt melancholic, nothing was gonna stop that.

It's still weird to think I'm finally going to Uni. I've finally finished A-Levels. It's sadder to think there's a chance I might not see some of my friends ever again. England is a big place. In Brunei it's easier to stumble onto an old friend. In England, it's almost a minor miracle. I guess if I end up in UCL, I'll definitely meet up with Geo as often as possible.

I want one more food fight.

I want one more night out in the Quarry.

I want one more day sitting on the windowsill soaking people with water guns.

Just one more.

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Short Little Things

It's been a while since I last blogged. And this, it won't be much of a filler.

I'm just telling you guys that I won't be blogging nearly as frequent as I used to because I'm on the final stages of my exams and I've got a million little things to do before I go back to Brunei.

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The Minimalist Desire

This is what I want for my birthday, the Mini Cooper S:


This is what I have right now, the Nissan Serena:


When people ask what their dream car is, most people would say a Porsche, a Ferrari or a Lamborghini. The unattainables, the unreachables. I guess that's part of the appeal. We want what we can't afford. We need to worship something we can't have. It's like ogling over your Jessica Albas or Wentworth Millers. We know there is no way we can even hope to date people that high up the human chain of desirability, or afford these magnificiently built supercars, but that will never stop us from dreaming.

There was once a time when I had wet dreams about the Audi TT (the Quattro version). Yes, it's not the most brilliant of cars. It's not really a supercar. By no means is it the best sports car on the market. But there's something about the curves, the smoothness of its lines that always captured my imagination.


It was my dream car for years. But after watching 'The Italian Job' and having a few rides in one, I've really started to like the Mini for its pure fun, in terms of its aesthetics, and how it handles. It's minimalist and bold at the same time.

I'm not a car enthusiast. I don't know every spec of every sports car ever made. I don't even have a driving license. Yes, I had a driver for my Serena. That did not exactly motivate me to get a driving license. Technically the Serena isn't even mine. But I used it so much it was practically mine anyway.

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Race You To The End

Now this is a bit of an eye-opener.

Most anthropologists believe there is actually no such thing as a Malay race. So what does that make us then?

I think it's interesting to bring this up because it certainly crushes any justification for racism - if there was even any - by us 'Malays.' I mean, if we're not ourselves any specific race, or more accurately a mixture of the very different ethnicities we mock, then racism in itself is a self-mockery of our very own muddled and confused identity.

When we speak of the 'Malay' race, we are really just referring to a group of people who speak a similar type of language. That's it. There are no other exclusive similarities inside 'Malays' that even merit for us to have a race of our own.

From what I understand, what we understand to be Malay is really just descendants of the Southern Chinese and to an extent the Africans. The scientific anthropological names for the Malay 'race' itself is very revealing. Malays are classified as Australo-Melanesians and Austronesians, which roughly means we're descended from the Africans and the Chinese.

Any anthropologists are welcome to correct me if my understanding is wrong, but I do believe then that the concept of the 'Malay' race is an illusion.

I guess some people will find this hard to swallow, especially people with a strong sense of racial identity. And I know some people would choose not to believe it.

Honestly though, I don't really care.

The idea of race does not appeal to me. This classification through things like skin-colour, language and place of birth, it doesn't really make sense in the 21st century. People will defend it, because they think it is a part of their identity.

It's not the race that is our identity. It is our culture. The thing is, identity itself is supposed to be an individualistic notion, not a collective description of similar people. National identity is very similar to a very common crime we all know as stereotyping.

I'm hungry.

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Jeez Damn It

I am so fucking tired.

About 14 hours of non-stop studying (excluding meals and sleep) has come to two hours and eight and a half pages of writing. The thing is, though eight pages sound like a lot of writing, I felt like I could've written probably maybe three, four more pages, at least (an extra 15 minutes would also be helpful).

Milton was good. Really good. If I don't get full marks or close to full marks, I'll be pissed off with the examiners. Shakespeare on the other hand... I'm not so sure. I think I did alright. I think realistically I'm looking at an A in that paper. No, I don't believe that by saying it I'll jinx it. It's already happened. Unless the examiner reads my blog. Which is, safe to say, as likely as you hugging a dozen poisonous snakes while pouring cyanide into your mocha latte. Who knows. You might be into that kind of stuff.

Two hours of writing about evil, sex and death has made me profoundly hungry.

After tea, it's more work. Yay. Chemistry. Jeez damn it.

Chemistry is the subject with the most real possibility of getting a B, or worse, a C. The Chemistry re-takes last week were good. If I'm right I that should help me get that A I need to get into UCL. But I'm not too sure.

I will call UCL and force them to take me if I don't get AAA.

Jeez damn it.

What am I to do with Milton and Shakespeare? I'm thinking of recycling the notes, but if anyone needs any A-Level English notes on Milton's 'Paradise Lost' or Shakespeare's 'Measure for Measure', just give me a shout. And oh, I've also got notes on Anthony Burgess's 'A Clockwork Orange,' if anyone needs that. These are Doc Law notes. These will be the most complete sets of A-Level notes you'll ever see in your entire life. Trust me.

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Strapping Young Lads

Remember when I blogged about our last day of lessons in Shrewsbury School where everyone in the Upper Sixth went to lunch and even lessons in wacky school dress? Here's a photo from us walking to lunch. There's another one with everyone from Severn Hill. I need to get that from Geo.

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Labels Today

Alright. I've labeled all my entries as accurately as possible, so that one day I can get rid of the 'Written To Be Read' and 'Sketches & Silences' sections. Some are self-explanatory labels, some not quite. Here are the lowdowns on some of the labels:

food: obviously on food, but also on food fights and vegetarianism.
games: not video games, but things like pranks, the Assassins tournament, food fights and snow fights.
out: going out. Simple enough.
politics: not necessarily about politics. It encompasses other things like ethical discussions.
rant: angry entries, and not so angry entries. Also includes philosophical (possibly pretentious)stuff.
writing: poems and stories, and related stuff

We Knew What We Were Getting Into

Though I don't believe in the concept of exams (I've mentioned this several times here), it's inevitable that I have to revise for my A' Levels. The thing is, I really wanna go to UCL. I really do. A lot of my friends will be in London. Geo's been adamant that I should get AAA and go to UCL, because he's gonna be in Wimbledon doing Art. And London is only less than an hour away from Oxford, where Pill is, and hopefully where Pill will still be in late 2009.

And yes, before this I've been revising for four, maybe five hours straight (excluding lunchtime) today. And I still haven't touched the other section in my English paper. To do one essay in one hour takes a whole lotta preparation. I'm doing notes at the moment, so it'll be fresh in my mind, rather than just reading notes, which is boring as hell. But that also means a lot of work. Using the font Times New Roman Size 8, I've got 8 pages of notes already. And that is just for one essay i.e. one section of the two sections I have to do. And guess what. The 8-pages of notes are actually just a summary of all the notes I already have.

I'm kinda glad I only have one essay subject out of three. Maths is easy peasy. Chemistry is... Well... Difficult but on a different level to English.


What's been distracting me a bit right now is a band I recently discovered on the free CD I got from Rock Sound magazine. It's a Chicago-based band called Kill Hannah. Despite their emo look and emo name (which is delightfully derived from the name of the vocalist's ex-girlfriend), they are more electronica, darkwave alternative rock and not at all in the mould of My Chemical Romance or LostProphets. A bit like HIM and The Killers being put in a blender by the crazy Mindless Self Indulgence.


I got their new CD (which isn't technically new. It's complicated) 'Until There's Nothing Left Of Us,' and it's brilliant. A lot of thought goes into their music. Pill described the vocals as 'smooth,' especially on 'Lips Like Morphine,' and I don't think she's wrong. Oh, she's going to see them perform in Oxford, which is unfair, because I wanna go, but I have a Chemistry exam that afternoon. You Pill.

Another band that Pill really likes are math-rockers Foals:

I admit, they're pretty damn good. Like Kill Hannah, they also put a lot of thought into their music. On tracks like 'Red Socks Pugie' and 'Big Big Love (Fig. 2),' this aspect of their music is evident. And 'Cassius' is as catchy as the flu. One major bonus is the fact that they're from Oxford. Haha.

I missed Capdown's last ever performance :( They've split up. They are one of my favourite bands, showing an intelligent mix of Punk, Ska and Hardcore. It's a shame they won't be working together anymore.

Oh well.

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Gigantic Gasps

Now that is a giant rubber duck.

I have a weakness for rubber duckies. Ever since I found a rubber duckie on the streets of Paddington with Burmann (which was what it was named afterwards) written on its chest, I feel tempted to get every rubber duckie I see and make a rubber duckie museum. But I've managed to keep myself from going duck-crazy. So now I only have one rubber duckie, albeit a very big one. This is Burmann Junior:

Burmann Junior is a birthday gift from Deylah, before we were going out. It was an amazing 20th birthday.

So with that I'm gonna blog about all my 'toys.' Hahaha. Bear with me. Which brings me to the next specimen.

Above is Teddy Zee, Ducky, full name Theodore Zachariah Duckstein, a Valentines Day gift from Zeerah. It's a limited edition Easter Tatty Teddy, with the number 8911 (out of 9,000 made), 911 being my birthday (9th November). Though technically Teddy Zee is wearing a chick costume, I still like to deceive myself in saying it is a duck costume. Hahaha. Notice he is wearing a Love badge, which was something we all had to wear on Valentines Day that year.

The next one is the very special edition TMX Elmo, which I fell in love with after watching it on youtube. This is possibly the best plush toy ever created in the history of humanity. Seriously, there is nothing that will make you laugh more than a laughing, falling, Tickle Me Extreme (TMX) Elmo. This is the very same one that caused Elmo Mania two Christmases ago. Thank you guys for getting me Elmo for Christmas. Hahaha. It's the kid in me that fell in love with a laughing red toy.


This purple dragon, I'm not sure what it is. Lan, my housemate, gave it to me after he won it in one of those carnival games thingy. Lan is amazing at basketball (he represented Shropshire in the County basketball tournament), so the hoops challenge, he dominated. Seeing as he won a lot of giant fishes, giant dogs and giant dragons, I shamelessly asked him for a purple dragon. And he duly gave me one.


This is special (not that the others aren't, Haha). It was given to me by Fee along with a postcard.


This, Pill gave to me when she got back from Brunei in the Winter holidays. It's a purple cow pencil case filled with mil chocolate, which was good. I'm not going to use it for school though. Hahaha. Imagine the banter.


And lastly, this post is dedicated to Burmann, the original duck I lost after a few months finding him in the streets of Paddington.


I remember bringing Burmann along with me, then squeezing him behind children's back, so they turn back and get puzzled and confused. It's the funniest thing ever.

It's weird, this. I actually miss Burmann right now.

I know, I sound like a girl. A very little girl. Thanks for telling me what I already know.

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Send Me On My Way

I was thinking, for my first year of University I should get a new set of speakers to replace my Harman JBL Creature II, but then after a moment of realisation, now I'm not sure if I wanna part with my Creature anymore.

I got it for a bargain at £30 on eBay. If you try and buy it now, it'll still be in the region of £50. Amusingly I lost the bid but the guy who won the bid didn't have any money so I got a second chance. Haha. After a year and a half, I still love my speakers. It's like having little Darth Vaders you can hug. And the bass on the subs is amazing. It's been the subject of many neighbour complaints over the past year. And I honestly think at £50 it's still underpriced.

They look great. They sound great, the only minor thing is that the satellites sound a bit metallic at time. But other than you'll definitely enjoy the bass and the overall sound. I mean, you can buy much, much more expensive speakers for worse the sound.

Today, I discovered a Malaysian band called The Times, and another called Gerhana Ska Cinta. The number of Malaysian bands that I like is amazingly little. No, this isn't one of those prejudice cases where all Malaysian bands are automatically bad. It's just that a lot (not all) of them sound boring and similar to each other. So finding two good ones in the same day is nothing short of a minor miracle.

Gerhana Ska Cinta is a ska band, and I'm a fan of Ska, though mostly in the form of Punk Ska, with the likes of Mad Caddies, NoFX and Capdown being my favourites. The Times sounds like O.A.G. (which I'm not a fan of) and... I'm not sure. They're a more upbeat version of O.A.G. Let's leave it at that.

Jason Lo is amazing. I'm not sure why he's constantly overlooked as one of the best Malaysian musicians they have. His lyrics are clever, his music is lovely. His music videos are poignant, funny and clever. If you wanna have a taste go to youtube and watch Jason Lo's videos for 'Operator, The Line Is Dead,' 'So Julie' and 'Evening News.'

One of the first (commercially successful) Screamo bands in Malaysia were Love Me Butch. When the album 'This Is The New Pop' came out, I couldn't stop listening to it. Try watching the video 'Hollywood Holiday,' which is an amazing artistic video.

There's not many more Malaysian bands that I like. So that's a total count of four. There's a band called Meet Uncle Hussein which has a good song called 'Milk In Bottle,' so I'm itching to listen to any other songs they have. I liked Butterfingers before they started singing in Malay. Hahaha. I know that sounds bad on my part. But somehow when they started singing in Malay, they lost the vocal qualities that made them... Butterfingers. 'Breathe' and 'Fall were my two favourite songs.

Just to clear up, again I hove no prejudices against songs sung in Malay. Evidence (hahahaha): The Times, despite its English name, sings in Malay, and they're amazing. And I also like bands like Sheila On 7. And oh, Gerhana Ska Cinta sing mainly in Malay, hence the Malay name.

I need to start studying soon. Hahaha.

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A Pair Of Lost Dreams

I want this. Hahaha. Yoox doesn't sell them anymore. I love Blue Blood jeans, they are the most comfortable pair of jeans you'll ever wear, trust me.

If anyone has seen this pair of jeans, somewhere, anywhere, tell me. Size W34 anywhere on sale. I've been wanting this since last year. Hahaha. I kept the photo on my hard-drive as a reminder.

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A Shirt On The Wall

~Hakuna Matata
What a wonderful phrase~

Fatin linked me to the Hakunas blog :)

It's a netball team, by the way. A very good one, I might add. Me and Zizi were the only two guys in the team, so I was quite pleased with myself for making the grade into this illustrious sporting club :P

I was surprised last year when they sent the Hakuna shirt to me through Zizi while I was in UK. Quite touched really, because I wasn't as integral to the team as the others, that probably stemming from the fact I'm not actually allowed to play in any tournaments because they aren't mixed. Damn you, tournament organisers.

By the way, the shirt is the one in the photo above. I hung it on my wall because it's too tight for me to wear it all the time :P Maybe in games. Haha.

I can't even decide what my best position is. My two best positions must have been GA and WD. And damn, netball is fast. It doesn't look it when you're on the sides with all the fouls and stoppages, but when you're on the court, it's pure adrenaline, baby. Hahaha. I played Centre a few times, and it was so fucking tiring.

People say netball is not aggresive, but it is. It's just that, the aggression is turned to precision, speed and control. That's why most guys find it hard to begin with. The 'no-contact' rule intimidates them. So when they find themselves unable to control who their bodies barge into, then they blame the game for not being aggressive enough. For being too 'girly.'

Netball is very similar to Ultimate Frisbee in that sense. In fact, Ultimate originated partly from netball. So I guess playing both regularly kinda helped both causes.

These girls are the 'playing' members of Hakuna Matata :)


Thanks for letting me feel like a girl. Hahaha.

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This Friday Fright

Not much to update today. I woke up at around 12.30, just before lunch. And the whole afternoon I spent going online, and I found this website, poemhunter.com, so I posted all my 'poems' there, and though it's annoying as hell with it's ever-popping pop-ups, it's a quick way to get people to respond to your pieces, and you to look at what other ordinary people like you are writing about.

Other than that, it's been a very unproductive day.

Just to make this entry more interesting, I put up some photos :)



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A Matter Of Materials

Chemistry re-takes. Over and done with.

It was quite an easy paper. Or rather, papers. I quite enjoyed doing the Foundation bit. If I didn't get an A on that, I must have a really distorted, skewed understanding of Chemistry. Hahaha. Organics... Urm... I'm not sure. I guess it's either borderline A or B. And no, I'm not superstitious, so I'm not afraid of jinxing myself. No touch-wood or anything like that. But what I am afraid of is when I confidently predict my own grades there's always a possibility I'm grossly wrong and I have to eat my words through a funnel.

After finishing the paper, we went back to the house and decided to go and grab a coffee in town. It was me, Clive, Lowco, Fudge and Sam who went. Sam drives, so we lazily parked just outside the Quarry near the church and walked the rest to Starbucks. But hey, it's nearly lunchtime, so Starbucks was full and we ended up at Costa's.

The thing I love about Costa is that when they say "medium" coffee they actually mean "massively gigantic cup but there's a bigger one called 'large'." I mean, it's not as much a cup but a bowl a mocha I was having yesterday. And the sandwiches are nice and hot. I think I should've gone for the Frescato option, but oh well.

We got back to school just in time for lunch, but we didn't go to KH.

Then Kam said to me on Google Chat if I wanted to go to town, so I answered, "why not watch a film too?" So we did. And we also brought Mubin along. Indiana Jones it was. And not bad. I thought it was a good action film, filled with funny one-liners and nostalgic references.

There was a blatant reference to Damien Hirst's diamond skull, which was quite funny, but somehow I felt like an arse laughing to it on my own. It's when Indie says "I saw a crystal skull once at the British Museum. Good craftsmanship, but that was it." That was a public-held view of Damien Hirst's skull, that the craftsmanship was excellent and painstakingly done, but its artistic value was nil. To be honest, I'm not a fan of Damien Hirst. Maybe it's the commercial aspect of it. I'm not sure.

Here's Damien Hirst's skull:


It's beautiful, flashy and certainly expensive (£50m in fact), but that's it. You don't feel anything from it. It doesn't draw you in, it doesn't provoke you. It's almost like an ineffective piece of jewellery, which at least pulls you in and makes you want to have it. This, well... I won't even want it on my mantelpiece or as a paperweight.

Now this is one of my favourite paintings. Geo showed it to me because he was doing his Art course on the artist. It's by Georg Baselitz:

It's a painting of a boy masturbating, if you didn't notice it already. What I like about it is that it's surreal and real at the same time. The boy's expression seems to be of both nothingness and pleasure at the same time. The whole painting also embodies a certain comical quality to it. And the brush strokes are unique, which I guess is due to the fact that he paints his paintings upside down.

I'm not sure what I'm gonna do today.

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Quotable Destruction

It's easy to sound intelligent in a few words. It's harder when you have to keep it up for a whole conversation. Hence why people love to quote. Quoting people make them feel they're associated in terms of intelligence to the person they're quoting. Not dissing people who quote, but that's what we all feel. It's that false sense of intelligence, that surge of confidence that you're somehow in the company of people like Oscar Wilde and Aristotle when you quote them.

Not that I read Oscar Wilde or study Aristotle. Hahaha. Though I quite like Wilde's quote:

'Disobedience is Man's greatest virtue'

Heh. Lovely quote. Gives me an excuse to do basically anything. Haha.

I guess that's one of the measures of successes, how quotable you are. The more quoted you are, the more well-known you are. But that doesn't necessarily mean more liked. Take George W. Bush for example. His Bushisms are legendary. They undermine his intelligence and ability to lead correctly. I think you'll find these 'gems' quite memorable:

"I can only speak to myself"

"You know, one of the hardest parts of my job is to connect Iraq to the war on terror"

"You work three jobs? Uniquely American, isn't it? I mean, that is fantastic you're doing that" - to a divorced mother of three

"In my line of work you got to keep repeating things over and over and over again for the truth to sink in, to kind of catapult the propaganda"

He's a funny guy, Bush. A proper red-neck he is.

I guess I better go and do some Chemistry. I've got retakes tomorrow.

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Nothing Is Gonna Go Back

So half-term is over. Which means I won't have any barren blog time anytime soon, what with my 3G quota finally re-set and my 02 bills half paid.

I just got back to school today, and sure enough, it felt different. Part exam time, part the absence of lessons, it's only been a few hours back in Severn Hill yet there's already a sense of loss over what has been two great years here. It's been a really memorable time doing my A-Levels here. It's like being given a completely new outlook on life. In MSPSBS, it was quite 'play hard and work hard,' but in Shrewsbury it's more like 'Work hard (-ish) and play much, much harder.' Lovely work ethic, I think. Hahaha. It will be less than three weeks until my last day of exams, but I'll be back for Speech Day, which is on July 4th.

Other stuff.

Jealous of Adri's Bose, there was no nursing this intense jealousy other than buying a pair of Bose headphones myself. Though not exactly the mega-force that is the noise-cancelling pair Adri has, mine is very good at half the price. Of course it's a big dent in my pocket, £119. But I wasn't disappointed, and I'm loving it.



Come to think about it, £119 is money well spent considering how much time I spent traveling, and an amazing pair of headphones is what I need in a bi-monthly 4-hour trip to London, though my JVC Marshmallow which cost a mere tenth of the Bose is good value, and I love it to bits. It's amazingly comfortable and the sound is amazing for a relatively cheap pair.

I'll still use it, especially when I need something less conspicuous, or when I need earphones when I'm on the phone.

I've been spending quite an amount on gadgets recently. Over the last two months I bought these things:

- a 500GB Western Digital My Book External Hard-Drive

- a Logitech Cordless Desktop EX110

- a Three Mobile Broadband modem and contract

- a 22-inch Acer X222W LCD monitor


Only after posting these pictures that I realised all of these things are black. Hahaha. Of course this isn't too strange, but right now I have a fetish for bright colours. Yes, bright colours turn me on. Heh. People who hang out with me know that I'm quite colourful with my clothes, yet when it comes to other stuff, I'm quite conservative with colours. My desktop setup at the moment is all-black. Yes, all in its ebony glory. Black speakers, black keyboard, black screen, black mouse, black hard drive, black headphones and even a black modem.

And oh, not to mention the black wires that connects it all together. Which is weird come to think of it. It's probably because it's quite hard to find bright green LCD monitors or pink keyboards, not that I think a pink keyboard would fit me. Or a green LCD monitor. Maybe something like baby blue or bright red. Bright colours that don't seem like it came out of Barbie's limited edition Surfin' The Web doll.

I rather liked the colours on the Skullcandy headphones, which look awesome, striking and bold. But at an average price of £40, I hear the sound quality isn't really something to brag about.

Ah well. I think the next time I blog it will be a rant. About how lazy some (both permanent and transit) residents of Brunei Hall are at cleaning up the fucking kitchen. And how easy it is for food to get stolen. Or maybe not.

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