The grass is no longer green over here. Well, until the sun comes out and melts/desstroys everything of course. The grass is covered in frost in the morning and on our way to the Main Hall, we notice the grass tips sparkling and we ignore the sounds of chaos around us as students rush to get to the nearest radiator. I picked up a leaf and it was so fragile it would have cracked under the slightest pressure of my fingertips -
and yes, the point IS, it is cold. Very very cold. I don't know how many degrees it is outisde right now but as it is night, it's probably as cold as it was this early morning. I wish I wouldn't have to go to lessons. I want to curl up next to the radiator in my room until spring comes and turns the grass green again.

So far, school is a pain. Whatever the huge differences are between my old school and this new one, they don't change the fact that I still have to go to class, complete assignments and do my exams. A general overview of my classes: English Lit is dull especially as we're doing Spies by Michael Frayn which I absolutely detest (one bit in the book he goes on about a tub of geraniums or something, at which point I was about to light myself on fire, along with the damn novel), Economics is pretty good becuase I learnt a lot of it already, History is boring but copeable and Religious Studies is pretty cool, except i tend to mostly space out during lessons. I space out during a lot of my lessons actually. I'm thinking i can get As in all my subjects for AS other than English, as the essay techniques that had worked so well in Brunei do not seem to impress my teachers here as much.

As tomorrow is a Saturday, boarders have to do two sessions of activities from 10 to 1; Huan Hui, e-Rue and I are doing music and study (as per usual) because nobody bothers us during music, and I can do my prep during that time. Then as we normally do on a Saturday, we go to town centre and go shopping. Which is the best part of the weekend, let me just point out. I love weekends. The anticipation one feels as the week crawls on from Monday is just tremendous. In Brunei weekends are non-existant as Friday and Sundays are the off-days in the week so you can't say 'have a nice weekend' or whatever, and when it's Thursday it's just a feeling of mild relief; lather rinse repeat for Saturday as well. So that's one big difference right there that I have managed to exaggerate somewhat.

In other words: NO SCHOOL TOMORROW! yes. and I can spend more money on useless things like dvds (i seriously need to catch up on Peep Show).

and other things.

Yeah, so, Sean Lock on Friday night? AMAZIN.

I was pretty hyper during the entire night because a) OMG it's Sean Lock from tv! and b) FIRST STAND UP SHOW EVER! and by the end it was YES BEST NIGHT EVER?!

I laughed, I cried, I broke a spleen. The best thing I liked about his performance was how he handled the hecklers and his reaction to his microphone getting accidentally unplugged. Other bits I liked: pre-show/interlude music, THE RIDDLER, seeing him live when the night before I watched him on tv, Wizard of Oz sketch thing, "this proves you don't really need a punchline to get laughs", "it would look like a squirrel shot with a magnum", "Fucking midget!!!" and using fingers as hair.

Yeah, it was pretty awesome.

Other stuff; i am rather irritated because I can't get tickets online to Patrick Wolf at Sheperds Bush Empire. On the venue site it seems to say "Not available" but not "sold out". And it would be pretty awesome if I could go see this so-called Grand Finale. D:

I'm planning on sending postcards to people. Does anyone want one? Comments are screened for privacy address purposes thing..

1pm - wake up with a throbbing headache and sore throat. go to boots, get some lemsip. eat 'breakfast' a.k.a. krispy kreme donuts from paddington station.

2.30pm - muck around in the lobby. stare at tv.

3pm - go out. oxford street. (as if there are no other places to shop)

3.15pm - get on the wrong bus (again).

4pm - finally shopping. typical order of shops to go to: primark, next, topshop, zara. i admit, i am a closet compulsive shopper. once i splurged out uhm, quite a substantial amount of money on clothes. in one day.

5.45pm - exhausted, go back to b hall.

6.30pm - hang out in the ping pong room downstairs with others.

3am - sleep.


my absolute favourite place to shop, however, is carnaby street. the shops there are brilliant although expensive. there's this store full of random japanese trinkets/toys/junk like DIY robot kittens and hologram stickers of dancing pandas. and the cd shops at notting hill which sell cheap.

half-term holidays! i do not want to go back to school.

This is officially my last post before I leave. I actually don't know whether I feel more excited, nervous or scared. D:

Goodbye, Brunei. I will miss you and your endearingly dull ways and making fun of poklens and the times I've had eating roti kosong with susu manis and Milo ping. They don't make them any better than they do here in good ol' Brunei.

Anyway my mom is concerned with what clothing I should wear for the flight tomorrow since I am now a scholarship student. I don't know what the fuss is all about; what does the government care if I wear a pair of jeans and a South Park t-shirt? My mom just said that "it's not going to look nice". Bloody hell.

Sidenote: I might be seeing Mark Steel (funny Adrian Brody-lookalike with lefty socialist proclivities) and Sean Lock live?! I'd have to convince/bribe someone to come with me though! Then I'd just have to watch Dylan Moran, Bill Bailey and Frankie Boyle live and my existence would be completely justified.