choir pictures.

These are the pictures from Bersama Rakyat practice. MS was early, and we started late. HAHA. PS. This would be a boon for stalkers..

Adi Zekwan and 'Mr.' Chok

Muiz Mahri

'Gay'-sha HAHA

Faiq and Daus. Heheh.

Wafil. Hehe.

Nina!

Err, Farah and Harisah.

Wafaa, 'ex'-ku and Hafiz

Faizah vaining, with Qilah and Wafaa at the side

Faizah bangang

Si Wan, Si Chok and Si Alai.

HAHAH. Apa Mal? Macam pelakon Cina? *gags*

Daus.

Faiq HEE.

Wafaa and Fiqah

Wafaa and Fiqah.. Plus Hafiz.

A side view of from where I was.
Faizah. HAHA.

Together saja dorang ah. Macam gay. HAHAH
Faiq and Daus.

An overview..

Nina and Farah, phone-ing

'Harlisah'. HAHAH.

Siti Farahiyah @ Fatin Fatimah
Daus, Wafil and Muiz

Wafil bangang. Hee.

Daus an Wafil..

Wafaa and Amal Afiqah

Faiq, Daus, Wafil

'Mr.' Chok meng-emo.

Adi Zekwan and Elisha Tiga


Chok. Kah kah. Like what you see, stalkers? (:

I think the SMSAB people just arrived..

Haha. HI!

Harisah kepanasan

Faiq control. HEE.

Mr. Chok, showing off his, erm, pants. HAHA.

I never get bored..

Wafil Wafee and Daus Ghani

Nice smile, Wafil!

She just ate a sour grape. HAHA.

"Practicing"

Heh..

HEE.

Aqilah and Wafaa's back

Hafiz, wanting to sleep.

Amal Afiqah..

Muiz Mahri, emo-ing.

Mr. Chok, also emo-ing

Guys.

Look at my watch!

Elisha.

Hafiz Wafaa Fiqah

BORED

Smile!

Faiq and Daus

Muiz, heating up

Chok, loner.

Chok again, without his tie.

There's Khairul, the one in the center!

That would be all. Cheers!! HAHAHA.

HAHAHA

here are the comparisons of Izzah's and my Additional Mathematics notes:







The first five are Izzah's, and the remainder are mine. Hehe. I have small handwriting, so save space. Hee (:

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.

walk the other way

Wheeeeee. The day I have been waiting for MONTHS. CCA undeviated! And it fell on the week of Sports CCA! Wheee. SWIMMING!!

We did a whole brand new set of notes for Physics: Thin Converging Lenses. Though we did this already, Sir Picai just wanted to refresh our memory. Siuk lah. Heee. In a nutshell, A. Maths was confusing and French was lazy. Syaz brough Onion rings HEEE.

Then came CCA. YAY! Thank goodness Mr. Chok was kind enough to provide transport to the pool. On the way, he asked about Nisa, that he hasn't seen much of her. And he was wondering if Nisa and I "broke up". Hahah, we weren't even together to start off with. Then he asked if we were still "going strong". I didn't know what that meant at the time, so I just said "Whatever". Hahah.

Siuk eh the swimming. Hahah. We weren't given an instructor though. The girls saja, so the boys lingered in the pool.

Seriously, am I that fast? Ck. Zabaidah came to our class to ask about Amal, and then he asked me to go down and ask the MPs to check the announcement regarding the CCA schedule. So I went down, talked to Seng and Collin, then went up. Then Emah was all, "Laju jua kau, Faizan!", and Syaz went, "EH!! AWU AHH!!" Hahah. Yes, Emah. My presence lingers in the classroom. I have long legs, so I had to adjust the passenger seat in Chok's car. The more I ride in it, the less feminine it looks. Nisa said it was feminine, the colour maroon.

Chok told me that Choir Group B will be having a practice late that afternoon. Huh. I will be missing Bio and Chem. Bio was a practical, and Chem was.. well, Chem.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DK. NUR QAYYIMAH SANTIKA <3

I chipped in for Santi's Oreo Cheesecake. Hmph. I didn't get a taste of it. Boo. But she compensated it by giving me Stikkles (haha, Skittles bahh) and Toblerone. And treating me Mister Softy icecream. Heee. The day was fun! We practiced at Padang Bomba in Berakas. Much better than Padang SOAS. Santi told me about her candidates to bring on whatever night. And Nina told me the story of ... Hahaha. Si Tugu and si Tigi. Inda tah kamu tau tuuu.

Less photos were taken today. Boo. OH. I wore these flip-flops that I bought at the Indonesian Product Fair last Friday. LAWA. And it matched Kilah's wristband, which I borrowed and brought to Choir Practice and forgot to give her back. Hee.

I LIKE TODAY. Ta.

PS. I discovered that Anakin is neither Kilah nor Nani. Hmm. Whoever you are, thanks for sticking up to me!

PPS. I shaved the day before, and only Muiz Mahri noticed. HAHAHA.

break my bones -- 09.07.08

Whee. I like today; it was fun. Hahah. We had our choir practice today, and this time, it's Group B. That means, just the Form 5s, and Amal Afiqah, Aqilah, Wafaa and Hafiz. Our chaperone was Chok -- I mean, Mr. Chok. Whee. All the more fun!

Lotsa pictures mann. Hahaha. 75 pictures. What a load. All on my camera phone. The practice started late, at around 2.45; and we were there from 1.30! God. Hahah. But the time was spent on practicing the National Anthem and the two songs. And cracking ourselves up.

Unlike yesterday, we sang under the sun, at the middle of the Taman. Like, WHOA. Wafil told me that the guy whom he talked to was an ex-PGGMB dude, i.e. a friend of mine. I didn't remember him, but he remembered me. Erks. His name is Khairil. Awkward wahhh. I finally said 'Hey' to him (with a 'Eh, what's up?' and a smile as a reply) when we were to go back. He looked as if he wanted to talk more, but I fast-walked away. Hahah. Takut jua ku tuu. Mana ku tau apakan di cakapkan!

Siukk lahhhhh. Our group name for the English 'project' just now, and automatically our name for the MIB sketch, is Kesuma Melati. Hahaha. LAWA. Si Zul tu membuat.

After assembly, Sir Picai asked Zul to bring 4 others to bring files from his car to the classroom. JAUH KALI AHH, SIR. Yasmin, Emah, Izzah and I came with Zul. Hahaha. On Sunday, I did the attendance paper, neatly, I would like to add.

Masa balik from Choir -- which was around 4.45 -- I didn't see my bag on the canteen table. Erks! I am going to be the reserve for the Dikir Dibaie on 30 July. Hahah. I then found out that my bag was with Zimah. She brought the my bag and the other 5N people's bags to the front. Awww. Sweet. Hehehe.

Kilah did not come to school. Rindu ku pulang. An 'Anakin' defended me in my cBox. Aww. Thanks, whoever you are. I can't see my cBox as recent, because the only Internet I get is at school, and they block cBoxes. Booo.

Ta.

call me irresponsible -- 08.07.08

The day started with a panic from yesterday -- I LOST MY WALLET. I hoped it to be with Nina, though it wasn't. If I lost my wallet AGAIN, I would have to do ANOTHER identification card.

I half-hoped for the Form 5's to have their assembly today, but we did not; the PUs did. Then in class, Ck. Hashimah leaned on our door, asking me to claim my wallet at Ck. Haiseh come Malay period. Hahah.

Chemistry was FUN. We learnt all about esters; what they are, how to name them, how to identify the reagents that make them, etc. There was this one dude, who I thought looked familiar. Hahah, true. He was from MS. It was nice of Ck. Nabilah to help Zul understand the topic. After Chem, Zul told me about a certain person who trash-talked in my cBox. You know who you are (not you, zah. Your trashtalk is good trashtalk).

English was boring. Izzah kept bedgering to read Other People, a short story that can be found in Neil Gaiman's Fragile Things. She said that once you've read the story, you will never want to sin again -- for another 5 minutes!

Then Bahasa Melayu. We had a practice Oral today, to prepare us for the real Oral Exam soon. Hahah. I got a text about Road Accidents, and the topic for my conversation was 'Warga Emas', i.e. Old People. Hahaha. Ck. Haiseh said that the topic she gave me for the conversation was considered hard, yet I managed to explain briefly with considerable points in content. Hahah. I hope for an A in Malay.

Break. I was told that Sir Picai will be leaving for a course in Pulau Pinang. Hahah. A motorbike course. Nadalahh.

French. or Pre-A. Maths. Hahah. Since it's a "free period", we talked about the France trip while some of us did our A. Maths homework. Izzah did the synopsis for our MIB Rasuah project. It's supposed to be funny, and a surprise. (:

Ck. Amal seemed angry in the first few minutes of the A. Maths lesson, with her ruby red lipstick. Then she loosened up with Zul's jokes. Hahah.

EH YOU. D A H N I A. YOU CAN CURSE AND SWEAR AND TALK ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE IN THE POSTS OF YOUR BLOG, BUT I CAN'T? WHY? BECAUSE YOU HAVE SOMEONE TO BE WITH, AND I DON'T? EH?! WHAT I CAN SEE IS THAT WHO YOU'RE WITH SEEM TO BE ABSENT MORE TIMES THAN HE IS PRESENT. I HAVE MY FRIENDS WHOSE JOKES I ACCEPT AS FUNNY, NO MATTER HOW HURTFUL. BECAUSE I KNOW THAT THEY ARE JOKES. FUNNY THINGS THAT YOU LAUGH AT AND GET OVER. JUST ACCEPT THAT PEOPLE TALK ABOUT PEOPLE BEHIND PEOPLE'S BACKS. AT LEAST I HAVE THE DECENCY TO CHANGE THE CONSONANTS OF YOUR NAMES. ANY SELF-RESPECTING PERSON WOULD JUST READ THE POST BEFORE THIS AND THINK IT'S JUST A STORY. YOU WANT BIGNOSE AND DUCK AND THEIR POSSE TO GANG UP WITH YOU AGAINST ME AND BEAT ME UP? BRING IT ON, FATSO. YOU SAY CONFRONT, BUT YOU YOURSELF RUN AWAY FROM CONFRONTATION. AT LEAST WHAT I SAID IS TRUE, I DID NOT LIE. IF YOU WANT TO FUCK OFF ABOUT IT, THEN GO AHEAD. FUCK IT OFF WITH YOUR DUCK. YOUR EXPIRY DATE IS SOON. JUST DON'T COME CRYING TO US WHEN YOU HAVE NO ONE TO TALK TO. I TALK TO YOU SO OUR FORM TEACHER WON'T HAVE TO PUT US ON OUR FEET AND SCOLD US BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU DID. DON'T BE SURPRISED IF SOMEDAY, YOU WOKE UP, FINDING YOURSELF TO BE AMPUTATED, WITH AN INCURABLE DISEASE, A BALD HEAD AND -- FOR THE CHERRY ON TOP OF THE HYPOCRITICAL ICE CREAM SUNDAE THAT IS YOUR LIFE -- A BLENDED FACE TO MATCH. YOUR PERSONALITY IS HATED, BUT TOLERATED BECAUSE MOST OF US LIKE TO KEEP OUR FRIENDS' FEELINGS AS FAR AWAY AS POSSIBLE FROM THE BRINK OF CRASHING. BUT SINCE YOU ARE NO LONGER OUR FRIEND, I DON'T SEE ANYTHING THAT STOPS US FROM BURNING AWAY THE FEELINGS, JUST LIKE WE WOULD LIKE TO BURN ALL YOUR FATS THAT YOU KEEP ASKING US TO LOOK AT ON A GUILLOTINE IN A FAR AWAY COUNTRY. YOU UNDERSTAND, YOU HYPOCRITICAL HIPPO? GET AWAY FROM US, OR DIE TRYING. GET CARTED OFF TO A CUCKOO HOUSE. ALRIGHT?

Huh. That was a LONG paragraph. Oh well, Ta.

impaired visionary -- 06.07.08

The first week of school has passed. A lot has happened between Monday morning until now. First off, Monday.

The day started off with my inability to sleep. So I watched Euro. For the first 20 minutes of the first half, it was just me and my brother. Then he dozed off after Torres scored. Hahah. Throughout the match, it was only me, hoping to see another goal by either David Silva, Cesc Fabregas, Xavi Hernandes, Xabi Alonso or even another by Fernando Torres. Well, hopes were just hopes if you don't have the power to see it happen. Germany conceded only one goal until the end of the finals. Then it was calebrating by the Spaniards, though I feel bad about the Germans.

I slept for only 40 minutes on my bed. Then it was off to school. Hahah. I got cranky for the first 3 periods, i.e. English and MIB. My mood got better come Maths D. Then, BREAK! Hahaha. I was in a far better mood than at the start of the term. Oh yeah, Choir. We were invited to sing the National Anthem for the Flag-Raising. Heh. Gulintangan. The competition was on Thursday. And I have a major role to play: playing the gulintangan for three songs. Ahhhh. We got a pep talk from Ms. Ivy about the competition. I hoped to get into the finals after the talk. Hahah.

Tuesday. I missed the first 4 periods for Choir. Then at the afternoon, Gulintangan practice. I also found out that Zian came back. Oh! I know how to play a very hard song on the Gulintangan now -- Ayasan. Haha. I am proud of myself.

Wednesday. I missed the first 4 periods also. But it was funner than Tuesday. Haha. Partly because most of the time, I was with Chok. Hahahhh. But I hate him for deleting his pictures in my phone and not lending me his book in his car. Hah. Gulintangan again. A 'full rehearsal'. Oh yeah, Ck. Fatimah called me in the morning to tell me that Imi is going to miss the Competition the next day, so I have to play the Gulintangan for ANOTHER song (the compulsory song) and find another person to replace me as the Gendang player. Ugh. More stress on my shoulder.

Thursday. The day I dreaded. I didn't know what would happen, and as far as I knew, I didn't want to know. Hahahaha. Two schools pulled out of the competition. We are the third to perform. Here is my comment on our performance:
The first song (compulsory) Kudidi -- my irama Hujan Berlari was too soft. The Gendang was suck-ish, because we played by hand and not by rotan.
The second song Dang Mengalai -- I think this is our best song yet. Except for the tar performance. That sucked, no offense. People liked me doing that thing with the sticks, Hafiz called it the helicopter. Hahah.
Third song Samalindang -- better. Though the recorder and the violin(s) screwed up.
Fourth song Panah Asmara -- good. The tawak2 player was dreaming.

Overall: satisfactory. But not enough to get into the finals. I think the judges are not qualified to judge. No Maktabs went in, not MS, MD or MSOAS. Just PTE, and that's because they're the host.

I feel bad of not getting into the finals. I cried, seriously.

Now, I only focus on studies and Choir. I'm tired. Ta.