Wow. I seriously have neglected this blog. Ahh well, I don't really need it to update you guys anymore since I'm in BRUNEI!;DDDDD

Feels good to be back. (:

Out of habit, I reread almost all of the texts you've ever sent me baby. I must admit, it's been a mix of everything with you so far. Mind you, I'm not complaining even the least bit.

I read through the first handfuls of texts when we were still acquaintances, it then moved on to being more than that.. I loved how I found your "I love you's" at the end of almost every text. It's sweet. (: It's funny how I can imagine you saying the words in your texts to me as I read them.

I then came to the part where I had to leave. You tried to see me as often as you could.. before the day we had to part temporarily came. Rereading them certainly brought back memories of me crying, not wanting to leave. You reminded me of the times when you'd call me up on the way to work. You reminded me of the times where we would hug, never wanting to let go. You reminded me of the times where we could be together.. literally..

I remember waking up with a text which asked me to go check out a blog. That was truly heart-touching. (: We then went through a couple of arguments. I rather not dwell on that.

All I really wanted to say is, I really can't wait to get back home. (: Less than a month now. Wee Oh Wee Oh Wee. ;DD

Yayy!Update!!I finally have some bit of decency to actually blog tonight. Okay, let's start with school. Yes, I know. I never seem to blog enough about school. Anyway, some time last week, my Philosophy teacher came to me during break, saying that some teacher wanted to see me. I didn't know any Miss Marie-Kay. So I asked him what does she want me for? He said. it's something to do with EAL, which basically means a programme for foreign students with language difficulties.

So right after my last lesson finished, I went straight to the EAL room, I then introduced myself to Miss Marie-Kay. She asked me if I was from Malaysia, in which I replied, "No, Brunei." She then asked if I speak Malaysian. That's how she put in anyway, So I told her how our language is more or less similar to the Malaysian languange.

Only then, did she explain what I was there for. There's a Malaysian girl who just transferred from another school and I was being asked to be her mentor. I thought. hey, why not?Right? So I accepted. 30 mins, every week. Miss Marie-Kay then added that she'll write reference for my UCAS application for my "mentoring". That's great right? It would definitely help in Uni. Sad thing, I won't be able to be Azmani's mentor for too long.. The Malaysian girl's name is Azmani by the way. I met her last Wednesday, she's really nice and is about the same age as Fatin. Moving on..

Yesterday, I went to Picadilly Circus, Oxford Circus and Oxford Street with Hamid and Nadine. We went right after school, we first went to Trocadero cause Hamid wanted to check out the new Tokyo Toys store. He's obsessed with anime and Japan. Just a random detail about him. Anyway, he spent like a whole hour browsing the store. Nadine & I got bored so we went around Trocadero, seeing nothing that interested us. After Hamid finally chose what to get, we went to Oxford Circus. I think Hamid got bored tailing us in Uniqlo, cause he decided to go home shortly after we went out.

Our next shop was Topshop. Duratul, that could so be your heaven. Haha. I've never been to the one in Oxford Circus. Its huge and crowded. As with any other shop here. It's so annoying. I wanted to find sheer tights but there weren't much. All I found were skin-coloured ones and purple ones. I might as well go bare.

I got tired of walking so we stopped by Starbucks to get lattes. We were back at home before 8. We're planning to watch New Moon soon, but not on the premiere date of course. It'll definitely be flooded with die-hard fanatics.

My mom started packing today. Just the stuffs that we're gonna put in the trunks. Another 7 more weeks. I can barely wait. You know what? I'm nervous. Haha. Nervous? Why you might ask. Well, getting reunited with you guys. Don't get me wrong, I'm really superbly excited but at the same time, I'm nervous. Haha. Silly, I know.

Hmm.. What else? I've got next Monday. Did I mention I'm on holiday this week? It's for the half-term. It's almost over now. I changed my mind about quitting school early. I'm gonna stop on the very day I really must quit instead. I'm so looking forward to December. Surely, it would shine most out of the rest this year. (:

"I'm sick and tired of not being around you and I'm sick and tired of not seeing your face," Long distance relationship, Asia Cruise.

I'm supposed to be doing my homework right now. But I have this sudden urge to blog. So, I am now blogging. Talk about being obvious.

I have no idea how to start this. So here goes.

I love my "busy" school life. Its just so electrifying. And yes, I do complain sometimes, but all in all, I'm loving it. It keeps me... well, busy!:D In Brunei, I'd delay all of my homework till the very last minute, but here, I don't usually do it that often. Only when I'm really really lazy. Another thing I realized going to school here is that, reading out aloud, giving out speeches to the class, voicing out your own thoughts and doing presentations is not as nerve-raking compared to when I was in Brunei. Funny how things work. Take for example, last week, in Philosophy class. Mr Robson happened to pull out my name, randomly, from his bundle of ice-cream sticks which he wrote all of his students' name on each one. He asked me what I thought the author was trying to portray in the article we just read. It was about a world where they conceal a little boy in a dirty basement who, in their eyes, is not as perfect as them. The world in which they live in, is described as the perfect world where people know not of pain. The little boy was not known of publicly. So I answered that a world that perfect, cannot exist and without the right balance of good and evil makes it look more unrealistic. I thought that that was wrong and completely out of line. But surprisingly, he said that it was an interesting point of view and that he had not thought of that before. What I'm trying to say is that, its fun having your views taken like that. In my opinion, it encourages healthy interaction. And what you have in mind doesn't just go on paper, but instead, it opens up more doors of judgment to other people who has different opinions on that certain matter.

It's just stirring. (: I'm feel so felicitous to have been given that ability to think again!In educational terms, I mean. I hate feeling stupid. So I just can not express how much I love having that "my-brains-are-like-gears-in-motion" kind of feeling. Get me?

Math here, has changed my way of seeing it in general. I just couldn't believe how Math is compelling, especially now. How I wished I paid attention in Mr.Singh's class back home, I could've taken Math AS last year. Sigh.

I talk too much about my subjects. Isn't it annoying?

Okay. Social life then. It's okay here, so far. Made a few friends. I can't complain. (: It's easy once you get to know people. Another thing I've learned, being arrogant won't get you anywhere. Not saying I am arrogant. But yeah, my people skills are not quite as polished as some of the social butterflies at home. I do try to be friendly without being "in-your-face". (:

Still adapting but it's okay so far. Less than 3 months till I get back. ((: 2 months & a half actually. So excited!