Samad Prom '07 - Le' Enchante

I know this is nitpicking, but before I start this post I'd like to point out the mistake of the organisers of naming the prom "Le' Enchante", Now I'm sorry, but why does the "Le" have an apostrophe after it? Adding one doesn't make it any more French. I apologise. I'm anal.

Now that the ranting is done and dusted (you can open your eyes now), let me divert your attention to the single most hyped event of the year. And yes, before you write about it all over the comments page, I'm late. I needed the photos from Pei Hau.

As you'd all probably know, two days ago, a few of the outgoing Form 5 students of SMKSAS organised the Samad Prom of 2007. This is the time of the year where schoolmates come in poncy outfits (and the occasional date) to celebrate the freedom (and subsequent re-admittance to yet another educational institution) that SPM affords. However, it has to be said that most of the attendees smartened up and actually came in something half-decent, classy even - a far cry from the green, white and cyan school uniforms we've been accustomed of seeing each other in.

Oh yeah, and a lot of make-up.

Obviously, that meant the prom was a perfect opportunity to snap photos of each other.


However, the camwhoring had to stop somewhere, and soon we were ushered into the room, and we were not so pleasantly surprised by what we saw. Never, in the history of mankind, was a prom held in a room as small as the Westside room on the 8th floor of the Boulevard Hotel. Still, there was room for all of us (barely) and we all sat in our designated places. Except, there were no designated places.

Actually, it was more like the organisers screwed up the seating positions. The tables list were full of errors, including three Keishas (?!).
This minor niggle aside, the prom continued smoothly. The hosts were a bit of an acquired taste, but at least they were vaguely entertaining.

Unfortunately, barely three minutes after we had settled down, we were asked to go out again, because, as it turned out, the meal was a buffet. That said, the food was excellent. Although whoever decided to skewer the prawns with the shells intact should be taken to the back room and shot.


During the meal we were treated to a performance by local rock quadruplet One Buck Short. And frankly, I wasn't fond of it at all. To be fair, at a concert they would've blown everyone's socks off. However, this was a prom - usually the home of slower, more intimate music - and this, compounded by the minuscule room and the organisers' stupid mistake of setting the volume to a ear-splitting 548,343 dB, took the magic away from the band. But credit where it's due - at least they have some mad skills.

Sidenote: One Buck Short are finishing up their inaugural studio album, Halal and Loving it, due to be released early next year.

Then, it was time for the stand-up comedian. Oh God, the stand-up comedian.

It's a formal event, for Pete's sake. Have some class.

He began politely enough, asking us guys about our dates and all. That's where things started to take a turn for the worse.

He started to crack lewd jokes, thinking all of us would get lucky with our dates. Positions, orgasms, the lot.

Almost at that immediate moment, virtually everyone lost their appetites. Even Seng Wai's. And that's saying a lot. We're not in America, you fat, useless kumquat.

Luckily (and mercifully), the show eventually ended, and eating (and socialisation) resumed. Now, at this point, you'd think the worst is over. But no. Because next came this African rapper. Like One Buck Short, the combination of wrong music, small room and ground-shaking volume spoilt the show. That, and the fact that I dislike rap. Proud to be black, indeed.

Later, we were presented with the nominees for the prom awards, which were best-dressed male and female and the prom king and queen. However, these nominees were pre-determined by the organisers and not chosen by the crowd, reducing the entertainment factor. This also explains the kinda lop-sided list of people, which mostly featured the organisers and their friends.

As expected, the nominees for Best-Dressed Male were unveiled first. Of course, to please the crowd, the men had to do stuff requested by the crowd - Razreen half-stripped, Razman did some sort of saucy dance on one of the hosts (startling him in the process) and David Mo had to perform to his date, Jessica (initially supposed to be a song, which was changed to a rap. Eventually they decided on a dance, with David doing a sort of half-arsed slide).

Then it was the girls who had to step out and take the stage - Brigette, Erin and Tanya. Brigette, in particular, had a pretty memorable moment when we dragged Chan Wai up to the stage. They exchange rather heartfelt "I love you"s, to the amusement to the crowd.

Tanya's date, Sashi, on the other hand, had to wear a thong on his head.

After this, voting ensued and the crowd dispersed to socialise once more. That's when an unexpected guest came along.

At the door, with rather dishevelled clothes, stood Philbert Tiki Yong.

Bastard told me he wasn't coming.

So for us, plus Priya, Pei Hau and a few others, it was time for another round of picture-taking.



Oh, and those that won were Razreen (expected) and Erin (expected). As for Prom King and Queen, I didn't pay that much attention (sorry), but I think the winners were Shafiq (expected) and Heather (expected, she's the organising chairperson, after all).

Of course, a prom would never be a prom without a dance and we rushed to the stage. They didn't play slow music (oh, my poor ears...), but it was OK. I especially loved the Bhangra (screw the lightbulbs, people!).

Soon, it was time to end. We exchanged greetings and goodbyes and took even more pictures. Some of the others went to the Laundry Bar to get drunk. Philistines.

Now, at this point you might think I hated prom. That I was bored, miserable and, on top of that, alone. And you're partly wrong - I did somewhat enjoy the prom. No, really, I did.

Thing is, I paid RM100 for the ticket, and at that exorbitant price I wanted to be wowed - it was, after all, supposed to be a special event for all that attended. I was expecting something memorable, marvellous, exquisite even. I was expecting an event worthy or telling my children, for them to tell their children, and so on. Instead, it was merely average. And because of that I felt like I've wasted my money.

Okay, that's a bit harsh. Maybe "not worth the high price" is more like it. But either way, it's not one for the memory lane. And that's sad.

The benefits of 30".

I just went to Machines today to view my blog on the fantastic Apple 30" Cinema Display. Oh. My. God. I. Need. To. Have. It. In. My. Life. Though at RM6,999, best not even think of it, shall we?

Oh, yeah, here's a picture of me at the shop (yes, I want the iSight as well).

iSigh...

Argh... Not Again...

EDIT: Sorry for the picture quality - using my stupid "temporary" camera. Can't wait for my Casio to be fixed.

Oh, damn it.

My Apple Remote. I dropped it. For the 50 billionth time.

The scratches are starting to annoy me now.

Hell would freeze over before I'd be able to handle anything this small, light and shiny.

Classic example of Apple's trademark brilliant design and trademark shitty ergonomics.

Of Stripes and Fabrics

EDIT: HEY AYESHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

I've got my prom clothes!

Yes, the I know I'm a bit slow, but I did actually get my arse off my chair and get some decent pieces of kit. Which is pretty damn good considering I'd rather sit on this chair all day than set a foot out of the house.

Anyway, I got the clothes from Jusco at Mid Valley Megamall. Didn't get off too well though, because my mum chose the wrong time to be thrifty, refusing to spend more than RM500 (trust me, it's HARD) - even though it's a special occasion and I'm asking for one damn set of clothing.

One.

I know we should save money, but not to that degree...

Hell, she even asked me to get those el-cheapo shirts (i.e. RM40) that look dreadful and feel even worse. I was determined not to go anywhere near them, let alone in them.

Thankfully, Padini had some coats that were 50% off (!), which brought the price from RM380+ right down to a much more palatable RM194.50 (!!). That gave me room to get a slightly more pleasing Seed shirt (RM98.10).


As for the slacks, well, they weren't so important, so I just grabbed one from a generic local brand (RM49). Totalled up, they cost RM341.60 - not cheap but a lot less expensive than what could've been.

So, that's it, then. Not too bad for a man (oh, alright, boy) who has all the financial skills of a government official. See you tomorrow.

Funniest. Interview. Ever.

It's old, I know, but just watch this.

Misfit

Do I look threatening to you?

I must scare kids. I went to Suwarna's farewell party a few days ago and the first thing the little children wanted to do was to drag me into the pool.

Something tells me my children would grow up wishing they'd been born into foster families instead. *sigh*

P.S. Suey, if you're reading this all the way in Spain, have a nice holiday. We all miss you already *cough**cough*sarcasm*cough**cough*. If you do hook up with some hot guy you met at the beach, do bring him back here so we can interrogate him. And remember, we'd all love some souvenirs, so stock up!

Does happiness really come that cheap?

Have you seen this before?

This is Happy, a new, el-cheapo prepaid service aimed at those people you used to see in primary school who couldn't afford to buy lunch at the canteen. Like me.

Anyway, it's a sub-brand of DiGi (that's why the stickers that came with my newspaper a few days ago are so similar to the ones for the DiGi Street Party a few weeks back) and apparently lets you talk at RM0.01 per second up to a maximum of RM0.99 per call.

Yes, it's not a typo. You read it correctly. Ninety-nine sen per call.

It also boast of 10 sen per SMS to anyone in any network and any reload stays valid for 60 days. If your mouth is hanging wide open while you're reading this, you're not alone.

This is either a scam or a mega April-Fools-joke-come-late, or DiGi has pulled off a complete blinder. We'll see if this is actually real or not, and if it is, don't be surprised if my number changes to 014 anytime soon.

Practicality or Sportiness?

WARNING: AUTO CONTENT - CAR-PHOBIC INDIVIDUALS PLEASE LOOK AWAY


The opportunity of spotting an interesting vehicle, though rare, still comes by occasionally. And since my mum is usually the only passenger (or rather, driver - I'm only 16) in the car, I usually bore her with them (sorry).

However, my mum is a fan of Alfa Romeos, and her ultimate object of desire is nothing less than the absolutely beautiful Alfa 147.

So cue the Honda at a stoplight. Behind a blood-red Alfa Romeo 156 Sportwagon (or estate/station wagon, for those of you not in the know). Oh. My. God. It's. Pretty.

"That's a nice car," I remarked, masking the irresistible urge to drool all over.

Mum, however, shrugged.

"I'd never buy that."

I looked at her. Flabbergasted.

"That must be Alfa's company car," she added.

The look of sheer horror on my face immediately turned into one of total cluelessness.

She then explained that nobody should buy an Alfa estate, because Alfas are meant to be sporty and not practical, and anyone who goes out and buys one is a complete clot.

Slowly, I began to see where she was coming from, even though I protested that:

1. It's still sporty (I'm still drooling as I type).

2. Someone who wants an Alfa but needs space would have no choice but to buy, naturally, an Alfa estate. That way he/she could have an Alfa and carry the flat-pack furniture, something anyone with that much dough would doubtlessly buy a lot of.

But then I came to the part of a Porsche SUV (specifically, this lumpen, bulbous, gargantuan piece of utter shit the bods at Stuttgart call a Porsche), and at that moment the few shards of logic there was were shattered.

She actually said a Cayenne was a logical... thing for Porsche to build. A Porsche-badged smog-spewing, gas-guzzling, monster. One that looks like it had been in the middle of a 165-car pile-up and bolted back into shape by a person who can't differentiate his mouth from his arse.

I know people buy more of these than they buy iPods. But the fact remains that an SUV is far less "sporty" than an estate. It's
more space-consuming, drinks a hell of a lot of petrol yet is a million times slower, handles like a barge, spews more good-ol' carbon dioxide than a electrical powerplant, and looks utterly horrible. And it trumps the estate because it's the "in" thing? Gosh.

I know me and my mother disagree on a lot of things, but this takes the cake.

Like Jeremy Clarkson puts it, "It's not a bad car and in many respects it's a very good one, but just as no-alcohol lager defeats the objective, so does a Porsche off-roader. Can you imagine Land Rover producing a rear engined sports car? Exactly".

PlayStation Problem

This is annoying. My PlayStation 2 refuses to load the game I'd currently like to play, Need for Speed: Pro Street. I've been resetting the damn thing for the 284,565,374,343th time now, and it still wouldn't boot up. Instead, it barfs up the message, "Please insert PlayStation 2 or PlayStation format disc". Or something to that effect.

And you know what's more irritating? I've bought the game yesterday and after inserting the disc it loaded up on the first try.

It's frustration with a capital F.

In truth, this has been a thorn in the side of me for quite a while now, and I've gotten used to it. But the PS2 has apparently got a mind of its own and instead of working for me, it's chosen the absolute best moment to try and irritate me by acting up on me after SPM

And worse still, I can't open it up to clean the supposedly dirty laser. Well, I've popped open the top half, but stopping me from going further are four, microscopic screws. You know those? The ones with Phillips screw drives but are so shallow you can't put a screwdriver end into them? Yeah, those. I've got six precision screwdrivers lying by the side of my table and, yes, you guessed it, the ones that work are precisely...none of them. And it's not like they're screwed in half-heartedly, either - these are not so much screwed in as pummelled in and stamped on until the seal became so tight it could keep tectonic plates together.

At this point I've trying my very, very utmost best to resist a very, very strong urge to kick the PS2. Very, very hard.

Frankly, this unit has been under my custody for seven years now. But surely, Sony, out of all Japanese electronics manufacturers - let alone all electronics manufacturers, period - should make products that can survive an atomic blast. Instead, their products (at least the early PS2s - mine was one of the first) conk out at the first sight of dust. It's not like I didn't take care of it. Hell, I don't even travel with it anymore, since two of my cousins have similar ones (thank economies of scale for that). Which by the way, do work.

And worst of all, almost every single electronic product I own goes kaput after a while - my iPod, camera, etc. Why? Am I some sort of walking magnet for faulty gadgets? Does God hate me that much? Well, only He knows. I can only speculate.

You know what I wanna do now? Write to Sony's CEO a Christmas greeting card.

"I'm bored, irritated, angry, annoyed. Thanks very much, Sony. Merry Christmas."

EDIT 1: Finally got the right screwdriver for the job (RM10.50?!). Cleaned the laser using some alcohol. Slight scare with the ribbon cable connecting the on/off button to the motherboard, but UHU and co. sorted it out.

EDIT 2: That doesn't work either. Fuck it, I'm gonna watch Top Gear.

You know you're done with SPM when...

1. Your watch/phone/computer/whatever says it is the 26th November/whatever or later.

2. The last question paper you sat for is in your room/dustbin.

3. You're on a holiday.

4. You suddenly have time to blog.

5. You wake up and wonder why it's suddenly so hot. Then you pick up your watch and discover that it is, in fact, 3:00 in the afternoon.

6. Your eyes become bloodshot staring at the computer screen.

7. You spend more time outdoors than indoors. That is, of course, unless you spend everyday sitting in front of the TV/computer/PlayStation. In which you'd be on your knees, begging your parents in a desperate attempt to stay in.

8. After dinner, your mum doesn't ask you to study anymore. Instead, she asks you to clean the dishes.

9. You're suddenly aware of everything that is going on around you, instead of, say, memorising the cellular structure of an amoeba. Hell, it's not even "amoeba" anymore. It's Amoeba sp.

10. You've completely forgotten how to speak Malay.

It's a joke. Don't take it seriously.

Honey, I shrunk the PlayStation.

As you might know, the 15GB iPod I had been carrying for a few years has broken down on me for some time and I've been wanting a replacement ever since. However, current prices (I need at least the 8GB nano, and that costs RM829) are pretty steep, and replacing the conked hard drive is a no-no (expensive, replacements are hard to find).

Today, though, I decided I might not need a new iPod after all - the piano black PlayStation Portable my dad has been holding on to underused for a few years now (he has rich friends with benefits) might finally be passed down to me.

Now, at this point you might be thinking I'm overjoyed. And I am, sort of. I mean, which 16-year-old would not want a PSP? But I do have a few reservations:

1. I still don't get a properly large enough storage space. Nice as the PSP is, the 1GB Memory Stick PRO Duo that is in it at the moment is still woefully short of the space I need. There are two reasons why I need large storage space. One is the amount of music I carry, which is as near as makes no difference 2.5GB. And the last time I checked, 2.5GB > 1GB. Also, I've yet to free my mother's computer from the behemoth that is my stuff, as the only thing in my house that has a big enough storage space to store that stuff is my iPod, which, as should be apparent by now if you're reading, is currently a vegetable. Maybe the 8GB Memory Stick Sony sells at the moment could be enough. But that will sting me for RM499. Ouch.

2. At 170x74x23 mm, only the deepest of pockets will be able to accommodate the PSP. Still, if people can carry Nokia Communicators in their pockets...

So, as you can see, there are a few issues regarding the black beauty. Still, with video and WiFi capabilities, maybe life as a PSP owner isn't so bad after all. And of course, it's got what is effectively a PS2 squeezed into its svelte body, so it's no hardship. If only the PS2 I have actually starts working properly...

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I'm free. XD

SPM Quickie #02

In the beginning, there were two years.

The two years became one.

Which in turn became six months.

Then, without warning, there was just one month.

Then one week.

Then one day.

Then it was the day itself.

The day after.

The week after.

And now we're on Friday, the 23rd of November. Just three days till the end of SPM, with only Biology in sight.

Time flies when you take SPM.

SPM Quickie #01

Never sit for two morning-to-evening papers back-to-back. You'll be dead. Although the rain and heat probably had more to do with it.

At least there has been one major victory.

History, as they say, is history.

I really can't wait for this to be over. But looking at the number of papers I still have to go through, it has to be said that the end still seems so awfully far away.

SPM is coming soon. Very soon. No, really.

Time really does fly. 10 years of schooling has just flown by. And now, I'm less than a week away from sitting an exam that will change my life.

So this is it, innit?

SPM.

God, it feels so...weird.

It's such a strange feeling, not going to school anymore...

...not seeing my friends in school uniforms anymore...

...no longer having to set my phone to Silent mode while in class anymore...

...the list goes on...

...and on...

...and on...

...and on...okay, I really have to stop it.

I'm already starting to really miss school. I'm sure life after school (at least for the first three months anyway) will be total bliss, but it's pretty sad stepping out of school grounds for the last time.

But hey, at least I get to try out new things. The mind wanders...

Anyway, all this is rubbish. All that matters it this last barrier stopping me from freedom.

It's sorta like a scene in a movie where all the people are preparing for some natural disaster or something.

Well, for those of you sitting for SPM, I wish you all the best - in examination and in life. Hope to see you soon.

[jonjwlee.blogspot.com goes into hibernation mode]

Justice that isn't being served

The scandal involving a video clip showing a prominent lawyer apparently negotiating the appointment of judges is absolutely ridiculous.

Has corruption in our country become so bad that it's encroaching on our legal system?

Now we're really screwed.

And what's with the Minister in the Prime Minister's Department?

Firstly, whoever who did it isn't going to actually confess to the rest of the world about his misdeeds, innit? Especially if he happens to be a senior judge risking his job, his substantial pay, his reputation and possibly life in prison by doing this. C'mon, I know you're smarter than that. Even if you are a Malay. And fasting.

Secondly, who are you to say that we should not blow this issue out of proportion? Who's at the short end of the stick, you or us? Who are the citizens of the country? Who are the ones paying taxes? Who are the ones whose justice depends on the integrity, fairness and impartiality of the legal system (which, currently, is undoubtedly being abused to give invincibility to some really suspect individuals)? And who's gonna keep the peace and order of the country if not the legal system? You? Datuk Zakaria? Perogol Terung? Who may decide that the best punishment criminals should be sentenced to, actually, is raping them with vegetables.

Indeed, we SHOULD make a big fuss over it. It's such a big issue it makes the word 'big' seem infinitesimal. Whoever says otherwise should be shot.

Don't play with your veggies, kids...

The sexual assault and murder of eight-year-old Nurin Jazlin Jazimin, so brutally carried out, has shook the nation. Over the past week, mouths have chattered about the high-profile crime commited by the anonymous sadist. The abuse dished onto the poor girl was so perverse, so sickening, reading it in the newspapers alone makes even the most impersonal stomachs churn.

The entire ordeal started a month ago, when Nurin went missing after going to buy hairclips alone. Nothing surfaced until earlier this week, where a bag was deposited in front of a book distribution company. The boss of said company opened the bag and - shock, horror - found a naked, tormented body stuffed in it.

The face was bashed so far beyond recognition that her parents initially refused to accept her as their daughter - as far removed from the bubbly Nurin as you can possibly get.

Still, DNA results don't lie, and the couple finally succumbed to the reality that they will never see their baby alive again.

The body had bruises all over, and there were (this is the most horrid part) a brinjal and a cucumber still stuck in her private parts.

What has the nation come to? Bodies in a fridge, bodies blown up and now bodies crammed into a minuscule bag - have we really become cold-blooded monsters? Have we really gotten so empty of any humane feeling as to leave our assault weapons (modest vegetables, no less) deep in our victims' vaginas and anuses, just waiting to be discovered? Do we really leave the bodies in public, under a security camera in broad daylight in a deliberate attempt to show the world how powerful we are? Clearly then, the world is officially unsafe.

So parents, NEVER leave your kids unattended, and kids, STICK to your parents. And whatever you do, NEVER, EVER TRUST STRANGERS TO YOUR KIDS. Unless that stranger happens to be me.

OK, that was so lame.

And if you happen to read this, you sick pervert, you better not let me see you. Because I would make it my personal mission to hunt you down. And believe me, the whole nation will follow.

The end of the beginning...of the end

Trials are OVER!

Alright, alright, cut the celebration. We all know that this state of jubilation will be short-lived. SPM is a mere seven weeks away. Seven weeks worth of yet more tests, lengthy lectures and some really, really hardcore studying.

OK, I'm sorry I burst your bubble. But cheer up. At least we can look forward to after SPM. Then we can go bonkers.

Gran Turismo 5 Prologue demo available in October

To those lucky bastards who have a PS3 (and are racing game addicts), a demo of Gran Turismo 5 Prologue will be available as a free download next month. This will be followed by the full, retail Blu-ray/download versions on the 13th of December.

The game will include several new cars, many of which still under covers - including the new Nissan GT-R (seen in the above screenshot covered in virtual camouflage, natch), as well as the inclusion of Ferraris for the first time in a Gran Turismo game.

And by the way, don't the graphics just kick arse?



[Source: Gran Turismo]

Where's the beef, Pn. Tan?

Were you caught out by Pn. Tan Su Tiam's "no Maths trial paper for those that went back early"? If you were one of those from 5 A, B or C who were chosen to take the Maths and Bio paper issued by the National Exams Commitee, chances are you were.

For those who aren't in the know (unlikely), here's a run-down: earlier this week, a select few from the aforementioned three classes were chosen to take the paper, which was supposed to end at 12.30pm. Naturally, we thought we could go home at that point, since we were told earlier that we could take the Maths trials (which was being taken by other students at the time) sometime after the trials. Evidently, Pn. Tan had other ideas...

The next day, we returned to school only to discover that she had banned those who went back early from taking Maths Paper 2 (which started after our papers had finished). Obviously, reaction to the news was negative, to say the least...

Never mind the fact that SPM is practically breathing on the back of our necks, here comes this haggard old lady telling us that we were literally stolen of the right to take a trial paper.

What the hell? It was stated on the list of names that the Exams Commitee papers ended at 12.30pm. We were SPECIFICALLY TOLD by our Maths teachers that we could take the trial paper at a later date. We had every right to leave. So where's the beef? Why this?

Punishing students for truenting is one thing. Playing with our trials results is another thing altogether. Just because there's no headmaster/headmistress in administration doesn't give you the right to do that.

P.S.: And just incase you were wondering, no, just because you practically ARE the real-life Professor Umbridge doesn't give you the right, either.

Software madness.

Got Office 2004, Flash, Dreamweaver AND Photoshop today! Whee!!

Testing the Blogger widget.

Yeah baby.

I've got my Mac!!!

*dances until realises the blog doesn't look right on the Mac*

Damn.

Oh, and by the way, this is what it looks like:

7 days...and counting...

Shit really does happen, doesn't it? I've waited close to a year for my Mac mini, and when I finally got around buying it, guess what?

No stock. For a week.

I envy my sister's iriver H10.

Now she's the one with a working MP3 player.

Ish.

Attn. Apple: Why do you keep making iPods so flimsy?

Blast it.

You might have heard of an issue with my iPod's battery not holding its charge as well as it should. You might have also heard that I fixed it (without any help from Apple - yay me!) and it has been working well ever since.

Well, until a few days ago, that is...

On a very lovely Thursday afternoon I left the iPod on while I napped. I woke up to a horrible screeching sound and this little icon:


Which pretty much means my iPod's hard drive is dead.

Why me? Why do I have to shell out as-near-as-dammit RM100 just for a battery and a piece of plastic, only to find out a few months later that I have to spend another only-God-knows-how-much-this-is-gonna-cost-me-oh-no-it's-gonna-f***ing-rip-my-wallet-open for a bloody hard drive?

There is, however, one good thing about this.

I could make a case for a brand-new jet-black video iPod...



































...nah. That's just jon-jon's wishful thinking.

What's in my mailbox?

Look!

*goes off and reads*

Teacher's day celebration today. Loads of activities and performances. Would've been nice if my "trusty Casio" actually worked...

On a brighter note, this means that the last schooling day before the start of the holidays has officially concluded. Uncork the champagne, people...

Welcome to my new blog.

Moved to Blogger. More customisable.

Nothing much to post today - exams are over and we're only a day away from the holidays (and with it, total bliss). So that's it. First blog post.