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.

Signing out

Over and out

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.

Signing out

Over and out

Three Burning Ducks In Tandem

Fuck, I'm so fucking bored out of my fucking mind.

Fuck.

I guess I should be grateful. I could be doing three courseworks at the same time. Now I've got none. Absolutely zilch. Zero.

All the work that's been given have been quite lightweight. Even Doc Law, or The Claw, who's notorious for giving work that will take six hours off your Sunday (I'm not even exaggerating) is being quite carefree at the moment. Get this. He actually tolerates late work. Oh my fucking jeez. And he's telling us to slow down with the work load. This is the same teacher who made us finish our coursework weeks before the other sets have even started. This is the same teacher who set us 30 hours of work for the Winter holidays.

Of course Fanning gives no work at all, except really beef essays. Just spend 40 minutes and do 600 words and you'll probably get an A or B, quite easily. Do that with Doc Law, and you'll barely scrape an E.

I like orange juice. Especially when they're free. And the fact that I can use my window as a fridge, so I can just wake up and take a sip early in the morning.

I like socks. Especially when they're colourful. That applies to boxers too. They're a sight for sore eyes when you take off your shoes.

I'm not sure why I needed to tell you that. I just did.

Pill's busy seeing Little Women being performed in school, so I can't call her up.

I'm bored. Out of my fucking mind.

Bored.

Mind.

Fucking.

I need something to do. Quick.

I haven't heard anything from Warwick yet. Procrastinating bastards. You heard me. Reject me now so I can get on with my life. I'm not just saying that because I'm bitter, but because I'm not actually gonna accept Warwick. In fact, I'm not even considering going there anymore. I never did. It was my sixth choice. I was actually going to put Cardiff instead, but found out they had interviews. That put me off completely. So Warwick is basically just a last-minute filler.

Why do ducks have flat feet?

To put out fires.

Why do elephants have flat feet?

To put out burning ducks.

Signing out

Over and out

Walking People, Talking Hearts

How did I forget to mention what we did on Valentine's Day? Haha

The way we celebrated it, it was more like Christmas, what with all the gifts exchanging [so many] hands. Mind you, it was fun.

At the stroke of midnight, in the eve of February the 14th, we gave our gifts and watched in glee the reactions of different people to different gifts. Adi got a Liverpool away shirt with his name and his number [3] at the back. That was cool. He got an iPod Shuffle for Kimy. And so the pattern goes on. Farah, Vanessa, Jenny, Daeena, Me, Ajis (Gaban), Tajus.. Zeerah joined in later in the night after she came back from Barcelona, Spain. We were there, exchanging gifts with one another. It did seriously feel like Christmas, although we didn't exactly celebrate Christmas with this many gifts.

I got a TMX Elmo, which I have named TK Maxx, which is a shop here which sells branded stuff for quite low prices. Haha.

The day itself - Valentine's Day, that is - was really quite fun. My Valentine for the day was Zeerah, and we really did have such a good time. And we didn't have to spend anything either, except for the Tube ride home, and two cups of Starbucks coffee.

I didn't actually plan anything for the day, because I was broke. Properly broke. It really frustrated me how broke I was.

But then, when she said she wanted to go to Starbucks, I had an unexpectedly brilliant idea. I said that we should go to the one near Paddington, in Little Venice. If you don't know what Little Venice is - and quite frankly, I'm not sure myself - it's a small canal with barges on both sides, and ducks swimming delightfully on the surface. And that made for a very romantic time for the both of us.

It was an unexpected savior. A place that never did occur to me at all when I was trying to plan what to do.

We ended up walking for what was maybe two hours along the paths following the river (canal?), watching the ducks dive into the water and then surfacing back up again, looking at the mural which was done with recycled litter. Just the silence and peace of it all. One unnoticed part of London which goes by quietly amidst all the chaos and hectic nature of the city.

Well, I'd love to go there again, to take a walk, and absorb the calmness of it all.

Signing out

Over and out