godforsaken

Date today: 15th July
Date of last entry: 10th July

Hahaha. Sorrryyyy. Nothing happened on Friday. Just Hadrah on Saturday. I got a haircut on Sunday, and a long chat with Mateen. Yesterday? Uhh. Let's start by Sunday.

I woke up early, because I slept early the night before. Hahah. I tried out these contact lenses, but it took a long time to get on one side that I gave up. Haa. So I slept before 9 the night before. Hmm. So blablabla. Mum bitched out for something incredibly irrational. She said something about money and things; it was such a blur. Lunch was early though.

I planned to got to the Mall with some friends so that they can tell the hairdresser how they want my hair to look like. We went to the Mall, but the idea about my hair was so vague. Finally, I got the haircut at Essensuals. Nice place. But the hairdresser lathered my hair too roughly, I was scared the bump on my head would break and blood would come out. Don't worry, it didn't.

The nice haircut only lasted until bedtime. Tapi lawa. I was broke walking out of the salon. The friends I went out with were Zimah, Amal and Khairi. Khairi was supposed to get his haircut along, but he had it the night before.

Long journey. So go to Monday. Oh yeah. It was pouring out, and Astro didn't get reception so I just went online and found just the one person whom I don't talk to in person, just online -- Mateen. The tall form 2 dude.

Monday. I went into class with my hair all, uhm, messed up. Hah. My brother didn't have any wax at home, nor did Danial in class, so I just left my hair be. My classmates said it was weird, but the Hadralites -- i.e. ones I go Hadrah with -- said it was awesome. So it's kind of a mixed opinion with my friends in general.

The form 5 students nationally (I think) had a standardised English Qualifying exam set by CfBT. That stands for Centre for British Teachers. Hmmph. No lessons for the day.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DOCTOR DONALD NIXON.
HAPPY FRENCH INDEPENDENCE DAY.

I'm guessing I'll be missing lessons for the week. I had the QE yesterday, a holiday today, and from 7 to 11 a.m. tomorrow til Saturday, I will have Choir practices for the Bersama Rakyat ceremony on Sunday.

Mr. Chok (in this blog, I call him Mr. Chok, but in reality I omit the 'Mr.') told me to spread the news that we will be obtaining the attire for the Bersama Rakyat thing on Wednesday, after Choir rehearsal. The dress rehearsal is on Thursday. Hrmph.

I miss Gulintangan. I heard that Ck. Fatimah is mad at us for not getting a place in the finals of the competition. But even the top schools, i.e. MD and MSOAS, didn't get into the finals. So don't blame us, blame the judges. Let's just hope the schools that Ck. Abduh's brother teaches wins. Note: I'm quite in a swing about the grammar in the last sentence. HAHAH.

Anyway, Gulintangan. If Choir ends early on Thursday, my CCA will be non-sports. Let's hope there's no Red Crescent, and Ck. Fatimah is over the not-getting-into-the-finals thing. Hahah. I want to teach the newbies in the Gulintangan Club! I am committed to Gulintangan. If Ck. Fatimah doesn't come, she's just riding out one helluva chance for NEXT year. Practice comes not by chance.

Syiken came to school on Monday. Hee. I played Chess on Monday. Hee. I ate Marks&Spencers chocolate digestives on Monday. Hee. I ate Redondo on Monday. Hee.

Today, the 15th of July is a public holiday, as it is
ULANGTAHUN HARI KEPUTERAAN KEBAWAH DULI YANG MAHA MULIA PADUKA SERI BAGINDA SULTAN HAJI HASSANAL BOLKIAH MU'IZZADDIN WADDAULAH IBNI ALMARHUM SULTAN HAJI OMAR 'ALI SAIFUDDIEN SA'ADUL KHAIRI WADDIEN, SULTAN DAN YANG DI-PERTUAN NEGARA BRUNEI DARUSSALAM YANG KE-62.

As in, it's the Sultan's birthday. Haha. Hadrah! Tiring. Not going to delve. Gist: Zakiah didn't join, but Syiken, Wedad and Izyan did; 21 blasts of the meriam just about 100 metres away; meeting the PAP Masna students; more pictures, but on Afif's camera.

Yawn. More convos with Mateen. I talk to him when he's not talking to his girlfriend. Hah, he looked like he was in a bad mood yesterday. Cheer up, dude! I still haven't tagur-ed you yet. Esok tah ah. Hee.