Cheeese.

First and foremost, I would like to wish Syaz a happy fourteenth birthday. I'm envious because you're younger than me, but then again, I've lived longer. Ha ha. 

Anyway, I will always miss the name-calling and the "penalties", right, "Aishah"?

This morning, my aunt and uncle visited, bringing along Nathan and Isaac (the little monsters, my uncle calls them).

My brother is a stingy little pain in the ass. He likes to pick fights with our cousins and cry over many things. *sigh* Brothers.

Speaking of which, Nate's little brother isn't in any way a monster (yet). He's like, the epitome of adorable. Even if you don't pay attention to him, he just sits quietly and watches the grown-ups talk and the little boys run around and scream.

He's got dimples when he smiles. I was trying to get him to smile long enough for me to take a picture of him, but I think my reflexes were too slow for that.

After we all admired Isaac's cuteness and got my brother to stop chasing Nathan, we left for my other uncle's house for lunch. 

When we got home, my other cousins came to visit. Then together we went to see the Halloween baby. Her English name is "Mischa". Our Chinese relatives are going to have a hard time pronouncing that. 

Babies live such lazy lives. All they do is sleep, eat, sleep, eat, then poop a bit, sleep, eat, then sleep again. Diapers are changed for them, clothes are washed, and butts are wiped clean by doting parents and grandparents who expect nothing in return but a smile and some gratitude in the future. 

...I bet they must be so jealous of us relatively older people who can walk and jump and play games and tell jokes and generally able to communicate without having to cry or whimper. 

Oh well.

Civilization IV

Have you read about PMB results via SMS? 

Personally I think that's not very helpful at all.

I've accomplished quite a few things over the span of the last few days. For example, I started playing CIV again and created the Kingdom of Something. 

I also finished reading Spiderwick, or to be more accurate, The Spiderwick Chronicles the day before and started on the Pure Dead Series today. Spiderwick is like a cross between A Series Of Unfortunate Events and The Enchanted Forest Chronicles except with stunning illustrations and two authors instead of one.

I liked it because it was very straightforward and didn't have details by the truckload, like Eragon. 

I went back to the National TB Centre whatever to get my Mantoux injection checked for the results: a mere 0 mm.

No induration, no itch, no redness, nothing. I wonder what that means. I think it's good if it turns red, but now I'm not so sure. 

I didn't bother to read the article carefully, so I'm going to go back and see what the other results mean. The internet doesn't say anything about zero millimetre results. Meh.

They all state stuff like "how to measure Mantoux indurations" and "how to hold your ruler right". 

It'll be easier to ask a doctor, wouldn't it? Yeah.

Now I have to go back and continue my war with Germany with Napoleon. 

Adieu.

Die, boredom, die!

1. Where were you 3 hours ago?
- Swensens.

2. Who are you in love with?
- Nobody.

3. Have you ever eaten a crayon?
- No.

4. Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?
- Yes.

5. When is the last time you went to the mall?
- Today.

6. Are you wearing socks right now?
- No.

7. Do you have a car worth over $2,000?
- I don't own any car.

8. When was the last time you drove out of town?
- Never, I can't drive.

9. Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days?
- Nope.

10. Are you hot?
- Good air-conditioning= No.

11. What was the last thing you had to drink?
- Water.

12. What are you wearing right now?
- Clothes.

13. Do you wash your car or let the car wash do it?
- I don't own a car.

14. Last food that you ate?
- Ice cream. =)

15. Where were you last week at this time?
- I think I was at home.

16. Have you bought any clothing items in the last week?
- Nope.

17. When is the last time you ran?
- Yesterday?

18. What's the last sporting event you watched?
- F1. Obviously.

19. What is your favorite animal?
- Rabbits.

20. Your dream vacation?
- Somewhere I could go for free, with no pollution or people to disturb me.

21. Last person's house you were in?
- Mine.

22. Worst injury you've ever had?
- Urm...

23. Have you been in love?
- What with?

24. Do you miss anyone right now?
- No.

25. Last play you saw?
- I don't know.

26. What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex?
- Nothing?

27. What are your plans for tonight?
- Watch TV.

28. Who is the last person you sent a MySpace message or comment?
- Nobody. I don't have a MySpace.

29. Next trip you are going to take?
- To some supermarket, I s'pose.

30. Ever go to camp?
- No.

31. Were you an honor roll student in school?
- We don't have those here.

32. What do you want to know about the future?
- If we'll all die of global warming and pollution.

33. Are you wearing any perfume or cologne?
- No.

34. Are you due sometime this year for a doctor's visit?
- Yes.

35. Where is your best friend?
- At home, I guess.

36. How is your best friend?
- I don't know, why don't you ask her?

37. Do you have a tan?
- I doubt.

38. What are you listening to right now?
- David Cook's new album. Other than that, me typing on my keyboard.

39. Do you collect anything?
- Yeah.

40. Who is the biggest gossiper you know?
- Oh, I don't know that.

41. Last time you got stopped by a cop or pulled over?
- Never.

42. Have you ever drank your soda from a straw?
- Yes.

43. What does your last text message say?
- I deleted all my previous messages.

44. Do you like hot sauce?
- No.

45. Last time you took a shower?
- Last night.

46. Do you need to do laundry?
- No, thank God.

47. What is your heritage?
- Mostly Chinese.

48. Are you someone's best friend?
- Yes?

49. Are you rich?
- Nope.

50. What were you doing at 12AM last night?
- Sleeping.

51. Tag 5 people
- Nobody in particular.
- Nobody in particular.
- Nobody in particular.
- Nobody in particular.
- Nobody in particular.

Medical check?

Baby Alyssa. She's got these really huge eyes, but whenever I visit she's sleeping. Newborns always look a bit funny to me, but they get cuter after a few days.

I have the hiccups. 

My day went like this:

- Dropped off my brother at his playschool for their end of year costume party.

- Went to RIPAS. Underground parking must be creepy at night. 

- Waited for some woman to give me and my mum instructions concerning this medical check I had to go through.

- Chose to do the X-ray first, because it was least scary. Actually, the least scary one was the ENT (ear nose and throat) check up, but the X-ray queue was relatively short. 

- Next was the electrocardiagram (ECG for short) thingy. Heart beat was urm... recorded on a piece of pink-ish graph paper. The woman gave me the paper and told me to leave. I'm no doctor though, so I had pretty much zero idea what to do with it. Apparently some doctor will have to examine the graph and tell me if my heart is healthy or not. But that's another story.

- The Ear, Nose and Throat department was on the third floor of some building connected to the main building by a bridge. Hospital lifts are creepy, man. A doctor jammed some... thing into my ear and signed my sheet of paper.

- The Lab was the worse. Kind looking woman drew two bottles of my blood. The needle didn't hurt much, but I felt a bit weird watching my blood gush into a bottle like a fountain.

- Next stop: National TB centre. Or something like that. The building was painted a strange shade of orange all over, even the interior. Another woman did the Mantoux test on me and injected my poor left arm with (according to Wikipedia) PPD tuberculin. They told me not to scratch it if it got itchy, because itchiness and redness is a good sign and come back on Saturday.

- The last test that day was simple. I was wondering whether they were going to jab needles into my gums, since they've done that to my arm already. But all the doctor did was check my teeth and I was free to go.

All right, I have to go. Stomach's rumbling and The Simpsons is on soon.

Fifteen.

Happy birthday Ashleyyy!! Sorry I'm not putting any mushy stuff here. Hahah. We here in Brunei still miss you loads. 

In honour of your fifteenth birthday, I'll do the tag thing. 

#1 Do the “Letter MEME”.

#2 Tag no less than 5 other people, and leave them a comment, informing them that they have been tagged.

#3 Copy the “How-to” Letter Meme, and finish your Journal entry.

How you do the Letter Meme:

Dear (the last person who left a comment on your blog):I don’t really know how to tell you this, but __1__. I think I realized it when/on __2__3__ and I saw you __4__5__. I’m sure you’re __6__ enough to understand __7__.. I’m returning __8__ to you, but I’ll keep __9__ as a memory. You should also know that I __10__11__. __12__.
Love, (your name).
P/S: You’re so lifeless, __13__ (the name of person who tagged you).

1. What’s the colour of your shirt?

Blue - Our romance is over
Red - Our affair is over
White - I’ll join the monastery
Black - I dislike you
Green - Our horoscope doesn’t match
Grey - You’re a pervert
Yellow - I’m selling myself
Pink - Your nostrils are insulting
Brown - The mafia wants you
No shirt - You’re a loser
Other - I’m in love with your sister

2. Which is your birth month?
January - That night
February - Last year
March - When your dwarf bit me
April - When I tripped on sesame seeds
May - First of May
June - When you put cuffs on me
July - When I threw up
August - When I saw the shrunken head
September - When we skinny dipped
October - When I quoted Santa
November - When your dog ran amok
December - When I changed tennis shoes

3. Which food do you prefer?

Tacos - In your apartment
Pizza - In your camping car
Pasta - Outside of Chicago
Hamburgers - Under the bus
Salad - As you ate enchilada
Chicken - In your closet
Kebab - With Paris Hilton
Fish - In women’s clothing
Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation
Lasagna - At the mental hospital
Hot dog - Under a state of trance
None of the above - With George Bush and his wife

4. What’s the colour of your socks?
Yellow - Hit on
Red - Insult
Black - Ignore
Blue - Knock out
Purple - Pour syrup on
White - Carve your initials into
Grey - Pull the clothes off
Brown - Put leeches on
Orange - Castrate
Pink - Pull the toupee off
Barefoot - Sit on
Other - Drive out

5. What’s the colour of your underwear?
Black - My best friend
White - My father
Grey - Bill Clinton
Brown - My fart balloon
Purple - My mustard soufflé
Red - Donald Duck
Blue - My avocado plant
Yellow - My penpal in Ghana
Orange - My Kid Rock-collection
Pink - Manchester United’s goalkeeper
None - My John F. Kennedy-statue
Other - The crazy monk

6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?

Scrubs - Man
O.C. - Emotional
One Tree Hill - Open
Heroes - Frostbitten
Lost - High
House - Scared
Simpsons - Cowardly
The news - Mongolic
Idol - Masochistic
Family Guy - Senile
Top Model - Middle-class
None of the above - Ashamed

7. Your mood right now?

Happy - How awful I’ve felt
Sad - How boring you are
Bored - That Santa doesn’t exist
Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage
Depressed - That we’re cousins
Excited - That there is no solution to this
Nervous - The middle-east
Worried - That your Honda sucks
Apathetic - That I did a sex-change
Ashamed - That I’m allergic to your hamster
Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men
Over joyous - That I’m open
Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks

8. What’s the colour of your walls in your bedroom?
White - Your ring
Yellow - Your love letters
Red - Your Darth Vader-poster
Black - Your tame stone
Blue - The couch cushions
Green - The pictures from LA
Orange - Your false teeth
Brown - Your contact book
Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs
Purple - Your old lottery coupons
Pink - How awful I’ve felt
Other - Your memories from the military service

9. The first letter of your first name?

A/B - Your photo
C/D - The oil stocks
E/F - Your neighbour Martin
G/H - My virginity
I/J - The results of your blood-sample
K/L - Your left ear
M/N - Your suicide note
O/P - My common sense
Q/R - Your mom
S/T - Your collection of butterflies
U/V - Your criminal record
W/X - David’s tricot outfits
Y/Z - Your grades from college

10. The last letter in your last name?
A/B - Always thought of
C/D - Never will forget
E/F - Always wanted to break
G/H - Never openly mocked
I/J - Always have felt dirty before
K/L - Will tell the authorities about
M/N - Told in my confession today about
O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about
Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about
S/T - Get sick when I think of
U/V - Always will try to forget
W/X - Am better off without
Y/Z - Never liked

11. What do you prefer to drink?
Water- Our friendship
Beer - Senility
Soft drinks - A new life as a clone
Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo
Milk - The apartment building
Wine - Cocaine abuse
Cider - A passionate interest for mice
Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations
Mineral water - Embarrassing rash
Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism
Whisky - To ruin the second world war
Other - To hate the Boston Celtics

12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?
Thailand - Warm regards
USA - Best regards
England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail
Spain - Go and drown yourself
China - Disgusting regards
Germany - With ease
Japan - Go burn
Greece - Your everlasting enemy
Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard
Egypt - Get away now
France - In pain
Other - Greetings to your freaky family

13. What is your favourite activity when hanging out with mates?
Gathering for drinks – Ugly pig
Foosball – Silly duck
Shopping – Kisser
Indulging for food – Cranky banana
Movies – Smelly Armpits
Snacks – H**ny wolf
Snooker – Tiny stuff
Bowling – Sexy grandmother
Outdoor activities – Vain pot
Having a long talk – Nose picker
Taking pictures – Dumb person
Other – Burn yourself

Dear Zall:I don’t really know how to tell you this, but I dislike you. I think I realised it when your dog ran amok in your camping car and I saw you carve your initials into my father. I’m sure you’re cowardly enough to understand that I did a sex-change. I’m returning your memories from the military service to you, but I’ll keep your grades from college as a memory. You should also know that I told in my confession today about our friendship. Greetings to your freaky family.

Love, Yawen.

P/s: You're so lifeless, burn yourself.

Okay, that was the weirdest thing I've done today. I tag... Myra, Fazrul, Syaz, Effie and Neko. Oh, and Zall, thanks for letting me use your name, even though I never asked. =)

Babies, bunnies, and cake.

I'm supposed to go to the MoE later this afternoon. I wonder what they want with me. Whatever it is, I didn't do it..!

Oh, and I have to wear full school uniform. As if three years in MS wasn't enough. (I know I sound like I hate school. Well, I do. Sometimes.)

Then I'd have the opportunity to go and see the latest addition to my family at RIPAS. Told ya it was a baby boom.

Born at midnight (according to a text message), 26th November 2008. She's called Alyssa Farzana.

I love babies. Especially when I'm not the one responsible for diaper-changing and feeding, et cetera. Cute little things. So fragile and innocent. 

The fact that all babies will grow up into potential arseholes kind of spoils it, don't you think?

Keep in mind I said "potential". Which means not every baby will turn into one.

I went to see my cousin's baby on Monday. Seeing her makes me miss Isaac. He's the cutest. I haven't seen him for ages.

Maybe I'll post a picture of the babies one day. Whee, babies. 

I feel strangely compelled to tell you guys why I didn't blog yesterday. 

Are you ready for my epic answer? 

Are you sure?

Okay, here goes....

...I was busy.

Hahah. You've been conned.

Hey, Myra, check this out. I was very jobless yesterday and did this.

Roxanne.

I miss F1. It's like, there's a big, gaping hole in my life right now. I always feel as if there's something missing every Sunday. 

You know, "Whoops, there isn't a race to catch today..."

Form 4 class lists for MS are out already. I'm not too sure who's in which class, who's taking what subject or who's with who together with whoever, but it doesn't really concern me because I have no choice but to be abducted by aliens before the school term starts. 

Okay, yeah, I lied. 

Still, I want to know about who's in which class, who's taking what subject and who's with who together with whoever because knowledge is power, no matter how small or insignificant that piece of knowledge is. 

Also, I just have to satisfy my ever-growing curiosity (they say curiosity kills the cat, but what can I say, it's a flaw of mine), 

Rumour has it that PMB results come out on the twenty-ninth of November, which is this Saturday. To be honest, I don't feel the least nervous. I feel that nothing I say or do or think now will have any effect on my results whatsoever, therefore, because there is nothing more I can do, I've decided I shouldn't care much.

But that makes me seem confident... Which is bad, 'cause I am not confident at all. 

I will not say I have tried my best, nor will I say I should've done better.

Being the idiot that I am, I will pretend I don't really care.

Even if I shouldn't, I sure will feel bad if I totally screw it.

Enough of that crap.

I like marshmallows. 

I think it should be illegal to stare conspicuously at other people.

Also, it should be illegal to force people to eat when they don't feel like eating.

Oh, and uh... wait. I've got nothing else to say. Never mind then.

Adieu, good people.

Ten facts about yours truly.

'Cause I got tagged twice and Effie bugged me.

1. I like to take pictures of cake.

2. Going from dark places to bright places make my eyes hurt. 

3. I hate spam mail.

4. Sometimes I find myself wishing it was a Monday so I could watch The Simpsons and taiwanese drama again.

5. I use a Mac.

6. I'm a big fan of LOTR, Ferrari, MCR, and Daniel Handler.

7. I would love to meet Jackie Chan in person.

8. I often fall sleep during Geo.

9. I find foreign accents amusing.

10. I have absolutely no sense of direction.

And I tag nobody because I am too lazy for that sort of thing.

Communication breakdown.

I came up with this equation today:

Non-English speaker speaking English + non-English speaker speaking English = 

What the hell are ya talkin' about, man?

 

Still nobody could pronounce "that German guy's" name. 

Friedemann Wuttke is a decent guy. I like his German accent. 

The workshop was a lot of fun, but my ass hurt from sitting too long. People kept asking him about his "secrets" to being a great guitarist and performer. But it's no secret, really. We just want to know his techniques. Words are powerful things.

He said, "It is one thing to play fast and play piano, and a different thing to play fast and powerful."

Translation in English? 

"It is one thing to be able to play fast and softly, but a different thing to be able to play fast and loudly/with emotion."

He gave this guy new strings. That was cool. Oh, and he smiled a lot as well.

His guitar cost 15,000 euros (I overheard him talking to another guy).

Musicians make a lot of money. I wonder why. 

Classical guitar kicks ass, man. 

(But sadly nobody thinks it's "cool" anymore.)

Guru "oh" *coughing sound* guru.

Hey, guess what?

I went to school today. 

Initially I didn't want to go, 'cause I felt really lazy.

But then I realised, hey, there's no harm in waking up early.

And so I woke up early and went to school (thank you, Captain State the Obvious).

Since our *cough* beloved *cough* bus driver didn't come, Neko's dad sent us. 

We collected our yearbooks, and laughed at the people in the pictures (which wasn't very nice, I know, but man, it was funny). 

Teachers' Day drama was disappointingly not as funny as expected.

We also thanked God for not being chosen to participate in their weird games including face painting, dressing up and guessing teachers' voices. Cikgu Ramlah was one of the teachers recorded. She said, "Selamat Hari Guru. Siapakah cikgu ani? Ah..ah, dapat?" 

I'm so going to miss her next year.

All in all, our Disney themed Teachers' Day celebration was a-okay. 

Ideal speech for any formal occasion:

"Good morning/afternoon/evening, *address audience, whoever they are*. Let us begin/not waste any more time. Goodbye and thank you."

That fits in the thirty second attention span of us people in the audience.

You know, instead of those twenty minute speeches people (except Mr Jacob Chin; his speeches lasted forty to forty-five minutes) like to give. It saves time, and also the embarrassment of realising that nobody actually listened to you.

I really, really, need to cut my nails.

Now you will notice I wrote two posts in an hour.

I am such a sad person.

Awkward pauses.

I love Gmail's new look. 

My ninja-themed mailbox rules.

Now I know how to pronounce Friedemann Wuttke's name. It's "Free-dé-mann Wutt-kay". Hmm... free the man?

But I digress. The man's got his own website, but it's in German, and I can understand not a single word of it. 

So Neko and I, after we left my brother at Hua Ho Manggis Mall (no, we didn't abandon him, it's for the concert), were dropped off at the Orchid Garden around 7 p.m. We wandered around aimlessly until the concert we were supposed to watch was about to start.

Whee. Aimlessly...!

Mr Classical Guitarist doesn't smile when he plays. He makes this face that makes him look slightly constipated. But out of respect, I say no more. 

And-and he smiled at the end when we clapped for him and he did an encore 'cause we didn't stop.

About the clapping, it was safer to wait at least two seconds after he pauses/stops in order to make sure he's really done with the song. 

It was like...

Friedemann Wuttke: *plays song* *pauses*

Audience: *Cricket cricket* *claps!*

Yeah, it's all very weird. 

I need to cut my nails now. And get ready for the workshop he's holding on Sunday. 

Warning: For F1 watchers only.

Mickey Mouse sure doesn't look eighty to me.

The Amazing Race Asia 3 finale is tonight at 9. 

After all those weeks of watching, it comes down to just one hour of running around, grabbing clues and yelling at people.

I love this show.

Top Gear is biased toward Lewis Hamilton, because he's British, and they're a British show, you get the idea. 

"Oh, he's so freaking awesome." "The best driver everrr."

It's a matter of opinion, really, and my opinion is that he is not the greatest driver ever because I believe that title belongs to Michael "Shoe-maker". 

Apparently this guy was interviewed before the Singapore Grand Prix and they asked him who would win the race. He said, "Oh, that guy, uh... Shoe-maker."

Number one, Schumi retired in '06.

Number two, it's Schumacher, not Shoe-maker. As far as I know, he buys his own shoes.

Anyway, Hamilton couldn't beat the Stig. Who is the Stig, by the way? 

All I know is that he's a guy in a crash helmet in a white racing suit with gloves.

That's all that matters. Besides, if anyone ever finds out who he is, he'll have to quit his job as Top Gear's urm... guy-who-drives-cars-really-fast-around-their-race-track.

Whee. I have to go. My television awaits me.

Adieu.

Let's Twist Again

After dropping my dad off at the airport, I tagged along to watch my brother's rehearsal thing. 

Honestly, I don't know why they go to all this trouble just to have an end-of-the-year performance.

These are apparently cowboy costumes. A lot of them started crying while queuing up. That's not very cowboy-ish, is it? My brother didn't cry, but he just stood there on stage while everybody else was dancing to "Let's Twist Again".
Smile, kiddos. Before you get sent up on stage, where they will torture you with loud songs and camera flashes. Muahahah.
I liked this performance. Cheerleaders dancing to "Mickey". You know, that song that goes "Oh Mickey, you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind"? I don't see how this Mickey guy can make anyone explode, but...meh.

Nathan in his lion costume.

"We are the world, we are children, we are clueless, don't know what to do..."

There were a few kids with penguin costumes. Those were awfully cute. 

And there was a runaway zebra. 

Cute.

Mushrooms.

My Friendster account claims I have no friends. Hahaha. Oh man, that sounded way different than I had expected.

This gets weirder every minute.

But uh... have I mentioned I've got my beloved guitar back? 

I've missed it. But it needs a string change. Tsk.

Oh, and I love this video. It just makes me want to go back to those days where I played Super Mario to no end on my gameboy.

Oh, and it makes me laugh when Mario says "And by the way, by the wayyy."

Yeah... I know. I'm trying to cover up the fact that I didn't do much today except read and read The Chronicles of the Enchanted Forest (some books about weird people doing things which is really, really good) with stupid videos. 

"Bad kitty!"

I looked at iTunes version 8.0.1 and went "Oh em gee thatissocool!"

I like the thing they did with the album artwork.

The reason (or should I say reasons?) why I didn't blog yesterday (Myra's birthday) was because I went out with Stel and Chai after Stella bugged me until I agreed and then I went to the UBD Gala Night dinner thing.

Firstly, I want to wish Myra a happy birthday here even though it's a bit too late, and that if you read this Myra-the-future-fashion-designer, I hope you will join the fashion industry one day. And then we'll read your interviews in fashion magazines all over the world. 

I met Chai at Coffee Bean ten minutes past two in the afternoon. Apparently Stella's "2-ish" was around 2.30 p.m. But in case she murders me over the internet, I'll add that it wasn't entirely her fault.

Talked about many things, ranging from crappy exam papers to last-minute homework, from the Queen picking her nose to Stephen Hawking impersonations, from naked people to overpriced goods and wondering why more men visited the restrooms than women and then wondering why the people seemed to not come back out...

After our weird, long conversation, I left (obviously) to get ready for the dinner thing.

The dinner thing was also very weird,  because many people were dressed in "international clothes" such as kimonos and sombreros.

Food was all right.

Cassandra won a rice cooker.

Just thought that was worth mentioning.

Today, I went to watch Madagascar 2 with Wani and her sister. 

It was funny. And some parts were extremely weird, like the shark, and the sacrifice, and the marriage of Skipper, and the lion with Elvis hair, and the bobblehead hula doll and King Julian in whole. Alex was cute as a cub. So adorable.

Oh, and I met Effie. 

Then while I was waiting for someone to pick me up, spent an hour alone in the supermarket watching people shop and choose between at least fifty different kinds of mayonnaise.

No wonder shopping takes too long for my liking.

When my dad eventually came, we went to this optical shop full of cats. I counted seven in total. I think they're house-trained.

P.S. To you guys who wished me a happy birthday through Friendster, I'm sorry I haven't replied 'cause I can't seem to log in. (You know who you are. Thanks guys. =) )

Mice kill.

Stupid tetanus shot. Can't move left arm. Too uncomfortable. 

Note to self: Mice can kill you. 

It's a long story, but since I've got time, and maybe you have as well, I'll tell it to you.

I was reading The Tale of Despereaux (which was a really sweet but simple story about a cute little mouse) when my brother starting shouting something about a mouse. I thought he was lying, because it couldn't have been such a coincidence and frankly I've never seen a mouse in Brunei before. I can't really tell if it's a mouse or a rat, 'cause it was wet and shivering a lot, so bear with me.

There it was, innocently resting on (the only) rock in my pond when it jumped back in, scaring all my fish away. So long story short, I picked it up and it bit me. Yeah, I know it was stupid. At least I didn't have a boring day. Birthday present: tiny hole where its teeth punctured my finger and a tetanus vaccination. 

I can add this incident to my checklist. 

Hamster bite - check.

Mouse bite - check.

Turtle bite - check.

Scratched by rabbit(s) - check. 

Hmm... yeah. They're out to get me.

I love my cake. Chocolate Fudge cake from Sheraton. 

Nice.

Not too much cream, not too dry, good chocolate. 

Yum.

Meh?

I just want to finish this post, but I keep getting distracted. Why doesn't this ever happen when I'm seriously bored in the afternoons?

Anyway, during dinner just now, I realised something: Every time we eat pusu, hundreds of lives are sacrificed. 

I find it slightly disturbing, but uh...moving on.

I think Stella and Chai are using me as an excuse to go out on a date together. 

Stel keeps telling me "Let's celebrate your birthday," or "We won't be able to see you that much anymore," but I dunno...

Hahaha. I am so evil. But like, who am I to accuse?

Like the story we did with Ms Anne in English, "God Sees the Truth But Waits", who am I to judge?

My plans for tomorrow are staying home and reading Tales of Despereaux. I do not want to slack off on what I've been wanting to do all the way through PMB. And I'll probably have to finish Spiderwick as well. And and and read the billion other things I haven't.

I'm afraid of quack dentists now. "Quack" not as in the duck kind. 

I had a bad dream last night, and this weird dentist started poking at my teeth, and I was like, "What the hell are you doing, woman?" but obviously it was a dream, so I couldn't do anything and my molars sorta fell out.

Yeah, I have weird dreams.

Isn't it a bit strange to have people sticking things inside your mouth and then paying them for it?

For the sake of being random.

Before I forget, I've got three things to say/ask.

1. Is it just me, or is there something wrong with our page counters?

2. My brother's sick (apparently) and he's been harassing me for two days now because he can't go to school. God, please make him better for both the sake of his well-being and my sanity (which was lost years ago).

3. How come I can come up with a title for every post I make?

I watched Michael Bublé (hey cool, I just realised I could type this: "é") on YouTube last night. He's unexpectedly a very funny guy. 

Oh, and I like his Maroon 5 cover of 'This Love'. He forgot the words halfway through the song.

Must...resist...urge to play games..!

Must...read...Tales of Despereaux..!

Must...stop...eating...pancakes..!

Must...stop..typing like this..!

No more monkeys jumping on the bed.

Five little monkeys jumping on the bed,

One fell off and bumped his head;

Mama called the doctor and the doctor said,

"No more monkeys jumping on the bed."

I like monkeys. 

Some nursery rhymes don't make any sense at all. Check out 'Mary Had a Little Lamb'.

Apparently Mary took the lamb to school (which was against the rules) yet was not punished for her misdeed. Then everybody was really happy (it made the children laugh and play) and the teacher didn't even care. 

I think it means we should all bring phones to school. =)

Speaking of which, the MoE plan to send out PSR results via mobile phones to whoever subscribes. Imagine waking up the day the results come out and your phone rings. I bet everyone will be a tad jumpy then.

But that's not the point.

It means that the MoE recognises the significance of mobile phones. Its usefulness and how it can make everybody's lives so much easier. But no, the stubborn people have to stick to their phone ban rule.

I don't understand. This is the twenty-first century. We are looking for advancement, not the opposite. 

I want to sign a petition against the phone ban before I leave. 'Cause I can't get expelled. Hahah.

Nothingness.

Like the cake? It's a Blackforest cake from Sheraton. 

I'm not so into berries, or cherries, or whatever they put in there. But it was good-ish. Mmm. Yum. My mum likes it, so I guess that's what matters. 

In answering Zall's question, why on earth did I not blog yesterday(?), I was babysitting. No, I did not sit on my brother, as much as I would have liked to. 

I went to a CD shop in Gadong this afternoon. They had a sign, saying something along the lines of "whoever is caught stealing will be sent to jail". 

The irony of it all is that 100% of the CDs, VCDs and DVDs they sell are pirated. Piracy is stealing, in a way. So... yeah.

A survey done a few months ago showed that all CDs, VCDs and DVDs are pirated. I secretly think that's cool, but I dunno.

I sent my sims to Uni. I think it's a biiiig mistake, 'cause my computer lags like hell. 

iMac can't run The Sims 2. 

eMac lags like hell.

My computers are ganging up against me. Should I do something about this?

Oh, and I just realised how boring my life is without school.

I've got nothing interesting to write about. 

I miss school. 

...I can't believe I just said that.

Hello parking meter!

Hello, world.

I went to this place called Palm Garden in Kiulap for dinner. To celebrate my mum's birthday. Which is tomorrow. But my parents have to attend a wedding tomorrow night, so we moved the date to today. 

My cousins and I had to babysit my brother for the sake of the adults. Our food was first to come, but we were the last to finish. I think my bro has ants in his pants; he won't sit still. At least he behaves more in public places. We managed to feed him a bit of pizza without him smearing tomato all over us. 

Then we told about a billion lies to get him to keep quiet. You know, things like, "You'll get kicked out if you don't sit still," or "I'll get the waiter to scold you if you don't shut up."

One of my cousins made up the worst one yet. "The ice cream won't come if you shout, because it will melt."

"Why?" my brother asks him.

"Haven't you realised that ice cream has to be made in cold places? And there are no people in cold places, so we have to be really quiet or else the ice cream will melt."

Personally, that didn't make any sense, but it seemed to work. I tried to talk to my brother, but he shushed me and said we have to be quiet or he wouldn't get any ice cream. 

People with kids lie too much. Like us.

In the end, the ice cream came, and it was basically chocolate-flavoured ice covered with chocolate syrup, nuts and cream. To be frank, it was...awful.

Ice cream is supposed to be soft and creamy and in some cases chewy, but this had ice chunks in it and melted way too quickly. 

Yeah, I criticise. 

I didn't sim today.

I'm sleepy, but I know I won't fall asleep when I go to bed. It's strange.

I want to watch Madagascar 2. 

I'm being random.

Yay random-ness.

Tomorrow, my blog turns a year old. 

=)

Something.

This afternoon, I felt my chair vibrate. I was thinking, "What the hell was that?"

Then I realised it was just probably the construction works. They've dug up dirt (from God knows where) and dumped it on the patch of land with tall grass opposite my house. Eyesore. Noise pollution. I should stop ranting now.

I wonder why anyone would choose to live here. It's like, at least fifteen minutes away from anywhere, unless you count Hua Ho Tanjung Bunut, my neighbour's house, or that Indian shop down the road. Don't get me wrong. I love my house.

I wish I could go out and do something. Even if it's nothing. I've been cooped up in my house for as long as I can remember (I went out yesterday but I'm ignoring that fact) and haven't seen The Mall, Gadong for ages. 

I want to go outttt. 

I feel like I'm in jail.

An awesome jail with internet access. And The Sims 2. And television. And the internet. And my computers. And the internet. And my guitars. Have I mentioned the internet yet? I can't really call it jail then, but honestly, I seriously really, really, need to go out. You know what I mean.

I wish I could drive. Legally.

I wish I had like, three more months holiday before I leave. 

I wish Christopher Paolini wasn't so...urm...longwinded-ly so into his descriptions. 

I finished Brisingr yesterday. I find it slightly draggy. But since I have lots of time on my hands, I took the trouble to read every single word (which I usually don't do). Of all seven hundred pages, I think fifty percent was description, thirty percent dialogue, and fifteen percent action, and five percent (yes, I exaggerate) "Eragon's feelings and things that trouble him". 

At least it was well thought out and not dragged out just to make the book thicker than its predecessors, like *cough cough JK cough Rowling cough*. 

I've got to go now, if I want to catch Taiwanese drama on television. 

I think the reason why I watch it is that hopefully, these people will shut up and stop yelling at each other...eventually. 

Baby boom.

Some good *cough cough* people have started construction work on the other side of the road. The workers work from a uh, time before I've woken up yet till nine at night. I think this is a rushed job. Reminds me of those History stories where the workers are pushed too hard and then they revolt and urm... Oh wait. Too small scale to cause nationalism and whatever. 

Went to my cousin's house (which was like, too far away for my liking) to see her baby. The baby is premature, yet weighs almost (200 grammes less) as much as my brother when he was born (not premature). She's chubby enough. Name? Han Yee Shian. Or something. Not too sure of the spelling.

I wasn't used to seeing pink everywhere, because there are very, very few girls in my family. And also that I don't use the colour pink much.

Here's a picture to satisfy your eyeballs. (That sounded funny, didn't it? =) )

Then after that, I went to my other cousin's house to celebrate his birthday and his sister's. I messaged my cousin the other day, and asked, "Is today your birthday, or Li Min's?"

She was like, "Mine!"

Not my fault your birthdays are two days apart. =)

She got a Nintendo DS, her brother got a PSP.

God. My dad won't let me use his PSP. That stingy- whoops. Heheh. Wasn't supposed to say that.

Oh, and this picture is for Effie, at her request. I dug up some old picture because I was too lazy to take another one. 

Arguing sims.

I've got... fifteen minutes to blog and chat on MSN before I watch House for the first time since... the beginning of October. 

I sacrificed my Taiwanese drama so I could have internet time. I can always watch the repeat tomorrow. It's strange that the people on television are speaking Hokkien, but I have no idea what the hell they're going on about. Always arguing all the time. I don't know why I'm so addicted to it.

I spent my afternoon at Neko's house after my brother fell asleep. 

Downloading custom content for The Sims 2, trying to transfer her songs from this thing called iMesh to iTunes (which sadly didn't work out) and playing TS2. 

Ah. We created a guy and a girl. The girl was obsessed with blue and she forced her brother (the guy) to wear blue and we were acting as them and arguing with each other (as them). I used too many 'and's, didn't I?

So this woman forces her brother to wear blue. They argue all the time, courtesy of us, and unfortunately, live in the same house due to some unforeseen incident where their parents die. 

It's funny to watch sims argue, because they somehow manage to smile right after yelling at each other with speech bubbles over their heads. 

I like sims. Funny little things, 'em.

Pixels. Who knew they could be so awesome?

I think I should go, before I miss the start of House on RTB. I've watched this season before, but I missed out a couple of episodes. 

I bid thee, farewell till...sometime later.

Textbook returning day.

You know, I find it a bit hard to believe that we're already returning our textbooks to school. I can clearly remember the day we got them, and have gone through thick and thin with those books. Strangely enough, I've grown kind of fond of those dilapidated books... *sigh* I've hated them for being so thick and making my life miserable, I've thanked them for providing me with necessary information to pass tests, I've loved them for providing funny, stupid pictures and typos. Man, that sounded so...not right.

While my classmates strained their muscles to carry piles of textbooks to each of our tables, the rest of us scribbled our names onto our book covers. Yeah, I know this is something we should've done like, ages ago when we first set our eyes on them, but what can I say? I can't even provide a valid reason why we didn't bother to write our names in the first place.

So, books returned (sorta) and piled up on tables, I left with Syahirah to the Examination Department/whatever because someone wanted to see me and a few other people including Myra. Whosoever teacher who wanted to see us wasn't there, so instead I had to talk to another one. 

Apparently I ccouldn't take *this subject* as a ninth subject and other stuff like that. But what did it matter to me? To save the teacher from further ado, I simply told her I was leaving next year and that basically, I didn't care. =) I wish all the solutions to life's problems were that simple.

I pity Myra for having to drop Computer. This school seriously cannot provide for all our needs. Why not let us learn what we want and not force us to do something we suck at and therefore drop the reputation of the school when we don't do well? Pfft, Science College.

Moving on, I spent the rest of the morning carrying books down to our air-conditioned ex-classroom (I still miss it), playing stupid games with the gang and telling stupid stories concerning our dear PMB invigilators Mr Emo and Mr Bangang (the names are a longer story). 

I'm going to miss MS. A lot. Just thought I'd let you guys know that.

I woke up at midnight this...morning? Last night? How do you put it?

Anyway, I woke up at midnight to watch the last F1 race this season. The Driver's Championship winner decider. *sigh* Massa came so close, but was so far. I feel for you, dude. I couldn't believe my eyes when it happened. Stella, I know you know what it means. 

At least Ferrari won the Constructor's C'ship. Right? Yeah. 

Congratulations, Ferrari. 

Forza Ferrari, forever and more.

There's always next year, guys. And the year after that, and the year after that, and- Oh, wait. Please don't leave if they standardise the engines. You guys rock. Your last flawless race, after so many blunders and mistakes. 

I think it isn't healthy to have so many emotions overcome you over a span of five minutes at 2.45 a.m when you have school the next day. Now I feel really tired but am still stubborn enough to stay here and blog.

I bet my eyeballs hate me for over-exerting them.

Sunsets...

From my garden, yesterday evening.

Who says Brunei isn't pretty? We should be proud of our country. It's not polluted (that much) and it's still got vast reserves of forest. 

We should encourage tourism, and not shun Brunei just because it's slightly backward than other countries.

Oh, and I got the shock of my life when I saw this guy up there.

Addiction.

Walls up. Walls down.

Exterior.

Interior.

*Big grin*

I've completed my masterpiece. Except that it's unfurnished has no cars in its garage. I'll work on that, I promise.

Hmm. Is it too weird?

I loves cake.

Hey, Myra, have fun being a flag-pole (j/k). You, Wani, Naimah, Fazrul and I will not be there when the MYBs hit Excapade tomorrow.

Oh the meh-ness. Meh.

Before I indulge myself in building my newly-designed (I was bored during Commerce revision) house in The Sims 2, I present to you... pictures of cake. 

My brother's birthday cake. All wrapped up nicely Elmo-style in fruit and sweet, sweet chocolate.

Then this is a random picture of Fun Donuts when I passed by on my way to my cousins' birthday party. No, I didn't not get my grammar wrong. Three of them celebrate at the same time to cut costs. Not a good idea, honestly. The KFC staff nearly went mad. Back to the picture, compare it (stark contrast) to one a took a few months ago when it first opened. I wanted to take a picture of the shop being empty and lonely, but this man had to decide to buy doughnuts. 

 This purple cake is from the birthday party of an eight-year old I attended a few nights ago. The cream layer on top is severely thick. It should be illegal. Can you imagine how much fat is in that thing?

By the way, it's the first of November today. It seems like just yesterday PMB was starting. 

P.S. Should I or should I not stay up till three in the morning to watch qualifying? Hmm.