The year two thousand and nine anno domini.

Hello, blogosphere, and guess what?

It's New Year's Eve.

Yeah, as if nobody's said a word about it all day.

Actually, to be honest with you guys, I feel kinda hyped about the new year. We survived an entire decade after Y2K, man. Now that's cool.

I think my brain just registered the fact that it was 2009 a few weeks ago, so I'm a tad reluctant to let that go. Heck, I feel more mentally prepared for 2010 than I did for 2009.

The new year is just another day, just another repeat of the sunrise-sunset that's been going on for thousands and thousands of years. Things still go on. People are still dying of thirst and starvation and simple, curable diseases they couldn't afford to buy a cure for and many of us are still selfish assholes. We're still at war all the time and argue with each other for highly ridiculous reasons, and global warming is still there.

People use it as an excuse for a "new start", and make "resolutions" of which half aren't kept well (if we really wanted to improve ourselves, we wouldn't wait for a new year, unless of course you happen to come up with something on the day itself without knowing it was New Year's).

So what's so great about it?

I'll tell you what's so great about it.

I find it quite amazing that we've managed to survive yet another three hundred and sixty-five days on Earth without somehow blowing it up or putting an end to the human race (and hence prove the Mayans wrong with their "2012" theory).

We look forward the New Year because for the optimistic among us, it brings hope that with the next three hundred and sixty-five days cycle, we will strive t0 bring us forward, towards advancement, towards improving ourselves for the better, towards becoming less selfish and asshole-ish each and every day.

Like that's going to happen, but the hope is still there, no matter what tries to convince me otherwise.

So despite knowing it could be a crappy year, we like to greet each other as the year ends and a new one starts, just to keep the hope alive.

My New Year's message is like so:

Have an extremely awesome 2010 ahead of you,

and make sure others do to.

Oh, and if people ask,

it's because I said so.

=D

P.S. The second line was a joke, by the way.

Let's have all the fun we can

before 2012 comes.

...Just kidding.

Ah, it feels good to be able to live to see the future.

See you next year, good people.

Racist chickens.

Hello, blogosphere. Long time no see. How are you, man?

Yeah, okay, I'll admit, five days has been too long.

And no, I haven't died or gone to a cave to hide from the onset of the end of the world when 2010 comes (just in case the Mayans miscalculated or something. Not that I don't have confidence in the Mayans though).

Been spending my nights watching House and not being on the internet, save to sound the horn.

I'm totally cool with 2010 coming, actually. I think this year was pretty well spent, so I'm kinda looking forward to see what 2010 will bring and how awesome it'll be compared to this year.

We probably won't realise it, but in (what will seem to us as) a short while I'll be typing out a post talking about 2011 and how we should all start hoping the Mayans screwed up their calculations, because if not, 2011 will be our penultimate year on earth.

Chances are I'll be using tomorrow's post for a typical recap of 2009. Who knows.

Watched 'Alvin and the Chipmunks 2' yesterday. Theodore is adorable.

I prefer blogging when school reopens, 'cause there are more things to talk about then. Speaking of which, I've got three days to Singapore and five till school starts.

Oh my chicken.

But I'm cool, I'm cool.

Adieu for now.

P.S. I put 'racist chickens' as my post title 'cause it's been one of those phrases lingering at the back of my mind for a few days now. Then I went to catch up with RWJ on Youtube and saw "Racist Chicken!! o.0". Interesting. Racist chickens seem to be all the rage nowadays.

So Christmas-y.

Since I love Christmas carols, here's a quick video of an exceedingly simple version of 'Silent Night' recorded with equipment not up to par because I don't really have anything interesting to write about today and I'm using it as a filler.

Merry Christmas, everybuddeh.

P.S. Oh, and I managed to get that trap I wanted. Thank you, Santa and SB.

Pink taxis.

Yeahp, photos today.

First up is this weird ram/prostrating person with funky ears thing made of towels in the hotel bathroom.

Then there are the elephants. You can like, buy bananas for some thirty baht to feed 'em. Was telling my dad that we could smuggle in our own bananas in some bag like Mary Poppin's (God knows where you can buy those) 'cause it's cheaper that way.

Listen up, kids. Big elephant:

Baby elephant:

You see the difference? So adorable. Just makes you want to keep one for yourself, then you realise how much dung they produce, and how many kilos of bananas you're going to have to buy till your bankruptcy (which is two hundred kilos a day according to the guy leading the elephant we rode on, not including the amount of grass and other things elephants consume in astoundingly large amounts).

Oh, and the pink taxis. Now I can totally prove to you that I wasn't joking around when I mentioned pink taxis.

Overexposed photo though. Doesn't matter, it's a cellphone pic.

Hey, with this, I've written as many posts as I did last year. Somebody congratulate me.

Adieu.

Peanuts.

Going to post pictures perhaps tomorrow, because I have photos of extremely adorable baby elephants and pink taxis.

Can't do it today because I wasn't bothered with charging my phone while I was there so it kinda died. Nobody calls me anyway, so it doesn't really matter.

So, Bangkok.

Pretty satisfied with the trip, 'cause I got fake band t-shirts (MCR, Green Day and Linkin Park). There were like, loads more but I didn't have the time to browse through 'em all.

Since it was Thailand, we just had to go on tour, so we rode elephants and stuff and went on boat rides to the floating market. Bought this really cool wooden crocodile thing. I absolutely love it.

I don't get how elephants can be so big and so cute at the same time. Previously I didn't think it was possible.

It's fun to bargain in Bangkok. "How much?" "Two hunled seventy Baht." "Can lower?" "I give you one hunled fifty Baht. Good price, good price, I give you." Freaking awesome, man.

Was going to buy 'This Is It' but I didn't, 'cause of this conversation: "Can test?" "No, no testing, but this good quality. Veli good quality, really." "Um that's okay. Never mind. Thanks."

And the people. The people are so polite. They go "sawadee ka" all the time, and thank you constantly. I like it there.

One thing that kinda sucked was that you had to pay extra for internet access, and that meant no MouseHunt. Bad timing. Now I don't think I can get that trap 'cause I wasn't around to collect the gifts. Sucky. Big time.

Christmas is in an hour. I don't celebrate Christmas, though I love Christmas carols. (They played 'em a lot in Bangkok, to satisfy the tourists. Why else would a Buddhist country make such a huge hoo-ha over a Christian event?)

Okay, going to go now.

Night.

P.S. Happy now, MJ?

P.P.S. Why do the complimentary peanuts served during aeroplane flights taste so good?

Delayed flight.

Rightly dated 20-12-2009.

Hello, blogosphere.

And yes, I am currently in Bangkok, in a hotel room, sitting on a chair at my laptop on a table typing this out.

I figured that since I've nothing better to do than to admire the scenery and the awesome interior design of my hotel room (both of which I have already done, though the scenery isn't quite as nice as the room itself), I will now proceed (or have proceeded) to type out this blog post (though you might read it several days late).

I can't access the internet right now to publish this 'cause you have to pay and I'm not that desperate. Yet. (I'm thinking I might give in in a day or two, 'cause I'm an internet addict). Therefore I will post this when I finally obtain internet access (if you can read this, it obviously means I have).

My brother is sleeping away 'cause travel tires out little children and it's probably way past his bedtime.

My mum is expressing her distaste at me doing Michael Jackson's impersonations (albeit rather failed) on the super smooth flooring of our hotel room. But hey, I've had MJ songs stuck in my head since before noon today.

My dad is flipping through TV channels because he too has nothing better to do.

Was reading LotR and watching Glee with my mum in the plane on my laptop. Not at the same time, of course. (I'm up to the part where Boromir acts like a total ass by looking down on Aragorn in front of Elrond and all the other important people, in case you wanted to know.)

I have no idea what we're going to do tomorrow. But I'm completely okay with that.

As long as we get to have fun, right? ...Right?

Anyway, gotta go off now. I feel kind of ridiculous typing all this out if people aren't going to read this anytime sooner.

Arrivederci.


P.S. Oh my gee, I just realised that if I don't get internet access, my MouseHunting will die and that would suck. Badly.

All that is gold does not glitter.

Watching 'Glee' now.

I like it.

Going to Bangkok tomorrow. (Obviously for vacation. Anything you see on Facebook about me getting a sex change is a joke. I'm totally cool with not being a guy or something along those lines.)

Went out to watch 'Avatar' this afternoon. It was pretty awesome. And hella epic. 'Cept for the fact that it was pretty long, and you couldn't pause it to go to the toilet 'cause it was at the theatre and all.

Now I feel like I want one of those dinosaur/dragon things they ride. And a tail. Goodness, the things you could do with a tail.

How come we don't have tails? That's no fun, man. I mean, monkeys have tails and they sure have a lot of fun hanging around on those.

Should I or should I not bring my laptop to Thailand with me? I don't want to, but I want to MouseHunt, but then I could just use my iPod, but then I'd need to charge it, which means I need to bring my laptop, which means if I don't I won't be able to MouseHunt for long, depending on whether or not the place I'm going to has wifi or not.

Bleh, so indecisive.

Okay, short post for tonight, 'cause I gotta wake up early tomorrow to visit my uncle (who had the heart bypass).

Adieu, fair people.

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring,

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.

Aragorn FTW.

P.S. Can you believe I typed that out identical to the one in the book without having to refer? I can't.

Cross-dressing.

Five more posts to go.

I've currently got like, five Safari windows open on F1 news.

All right, first things first.

Do you really think Richard Branson will cross-dress as an AirAsia stewardess if Lotus beats Manor (renamed Virgin Racing) next year? I hope so. Or Tony Fernandes as a Virgin airlines stewardess if vice versa. Interesting.

Trulli and Kovalainen have signed with Lotus for next year, and Glock and di Grassi for Virgin. I hope things go well for Kovalainen. I like that guy.

Now for the real business.

Will Michael Schumacher make a comeback? I don't know, and I don't want to think too much about it either. Schumi coming back is like, wow and all, but I worry that he won't be up to par after all these years. (I would love to have full confidence in him though.)

I wonder who Mercedes will sign if they don't get Schumi. Perhaps Heidfeld.

Kobayashi is driving for Sauber, which is a relief, 'cause we thought BMW was quitting, and 'cause Kobayashi is pretty talented as a driver.

Force India is keeping Sutil and Liuzzi, although Vijay Mallya is looking for Indian drivers for the seasons to come.

I might as well just post the entire 2010 lineup when it comes out officially (eventually), so I'll stop here.

Speaking of 2010, our new classes came out last night, so it was a frantic mess. "Which class are you in?" was probably the most asked question then.

We're all going to find out who's where in two weeks, so we should just chill.

Although I think we need at least two weeks to get over the fact that we got shuffled and need to face different people next year.

Hmm.

Going off now.

Night.

WiFi.

Since I haven't posted any pictures of cake on this for a long time, here we go.

Pic is a bit yellowish, but never mind. Was all I could do before the cake got invaded by excited little boys going "cake, cake!".

Mmm, cake.

Anyway, if you're wondering where the cake came from, it's my uncle's birthday today, and we were at his house earlier celebrating.

Isaac is so cuteee. He's like, the epitome of adorable.

Unlike my ass of a brother. (Tried to declare war on me because I refused give him any chocolate. The little monster then proceeded to throw cushions at me while I tried to read LotR. Probably explains why I read so slowly.)

Learnt how to play the riff in Cream's 'Sunshine Of Your Love" yesterday. Good fun, that.

My electric kicks ass, man.

Dreamt I was playing Muse's 'Uprising' live last night somewhere to some people for some event. That was pretty cool.

Also, I think I've been neglecting my Alhambra lately, 'cause prior to 'Uprising' I dreamt I was playing some classical piece from some score, and got all the notes jumbled up and my fingering all messed up. Now that was appalling.

Need to cut my nails (or wait till they grow longer) 'cause my nails are at that stage where my notes sound all clack-y 'cause they're not long enough to be played solely by the nails and they're not short enough to be played by fingertips alone.

Sigh. Decision-making. I prefer shorter nails though. It gives a rounder, sweeter, and mellower sound than long nails. Long nails are more sharp and precise. Not to mention louder. But Christmas is coming 'round and Christmas carols sound way nicer with short nails.

Better go off now.

Night.

P.S. I've got a lot to say about the current status of F1, but I'll save it for another day.

P.P.S. Oh, and Stel, to make you happy, I started talking about nails 'cause I went to your blog and gave you page hits.

Little Asian boy.

Eight more posts to reach my goal of "publish more posts than last year".

I think this is going to get harder each year, 'cause I'll have to add one every time.

But I also think I'll be satisfied as long as I don't write less than I did last year.

Sent my dad off to Bangkok this morning (which here means I merely sat in the car while my mum drove him to the airport and dropped him off).

Came back, picked up my battered and yellowing copy of LotR and read like, two pages before my mum came back with kebabs for lunch. I need super peace and quiet to read, 'cause I want to savour every word and sentence and paragraph and scene and dialogue and "my preciousss".

And that's also why I'm still going at a terribly slow pace. Slower than a tired sloth on a lazy Monday morning having a "who can be slower" competition against a sleepy snail who has impaired movement and a huge desire to win said competition against said sloth.

You know what I mean.

Visited my uncle at JPMC after lunch. He's been transferred from the ICU to the general ward, and it's great to know that he's making progress.

Went to my aunt's after that 'cause we needed to send her home (said uncle's wife) and lazed around for a bit.

Napped when we got home. (I think all this late-night reading is taking a toll on me. But man, it's a good book.)

Reading my blog archives now, just to see how badly I wrote in '08. Well, not exactly badly, but it was pretty different back then. It's kinda interesting to see how my writing changes over time (the lameness is pretty consistent though).

Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a date with LotR.

I bid thee, farewell and good night.

P.S. I love the word "chicken". And I don't know why.

Not racist.

Finally got to hang out with the MYBs today.

'Cept it was only Maz, Naimah, Fazrul, Neko and I, so there was kind of incompleteness lingering around. (Don't feel bad about not being able to be there, Myra. There's always a next time.)

Went to The Mall, Gadong (since there's hardly anywhere else to catch a movie and lepakz in Brunei).

Lunched at KFC with Neko, Maz and Naimah, 'cause Fazrul was being fashionably late and all (am I not right, monkey boy?).

Neko had her ear pierced after that. Cartilage piercings own, man.

Watched 'The Princess and the Frog' after Maz left. Good movie, that.

They probably broke into songs every five minutes, but I guess with the good story line, it was highly tolerable.

All the New Orleans jazz was good, too. I like jazz.

Oh, and Disney's first black princess. I like her.

I think the Disney Princesses with the least lack of common sense are Tiana and Mulan. (Or that may be because I'm racist and like non-white princesses. Up to you to decide.)

And the animation, oh God, the animation.

I've missed good ol' Disney 2D animation. They just don't make it like they used to anymore. Being my age (which is like, pretty old), I grew up with traditional 2D movies. That's how it's supposed to be, man. Simplistic, entertaining characters, great plot. Mm.

Paid a visit to CA Mohammed for murtabak after the movie. Yum.

I've missed being with the MYBs, with our lame jokes and puns and talking about random things.

Okay, going to go continue with LotR now.

Want to get to the bit where the Strider shows up. (Because Aragorn is the love, man.)

Good night, good people.

P.S. Frog to Tiana: J'adore "I adore you." J'taime "I love you." *awkward silence* "What? I was just translating."

Epic speeches.

What's up, blogosphere?

This guy made my day:

The credit for the amazing arrangement goes to Kurt Schneider, and the credit for the amazing voice goes to Sam Tsui. Oh, and the credit for awesome beatboxing goes to the guy on the left.

Managed to work my way a few pages into LotR.

Planned to spend my entire afternoon reading in sweet, Middle Earth bliss, but my brother simply refused to have an afternoon nap, so I ended up watching some random DVDs with him to babysit.

I'm a brilliant babysitter. Leave it all to Astro, YouTube, and our dear DVD player. Now that's what I call top-class babysitting. (Actually, no, I was kidding. There's a lot more to that, man.)

One thing I love about my brother is that he has a great taste in music. It's probably one of the few things that can keep him quiet and behaving appropriately (which here means not acting like he's got ants in his pants or something somewhere along those lines).

All right, I've got nothing else to say ('cept maybe talk about how entertaining CollegeHumor videos are and how Aragorn kicks ass), so I'mma go off now.

Arrivederci.

P.S. Do you know Aragorn's speech at the gates of Mordor before the war? You can use it for a lot of other purposes as well. Here are a few versions:

Before dining:

"The day will come when the gluttony of men fails and the production of food dwindles, but today is not this day! An hour will come, of famine and hunger, but it is not today! Today we eat!"

Before exams:

"The day will come when the hardworkingness of students ends and our ability to comprehend exam questions disappears, but today is not this day! An hour will come, of question marks and head-scratching, but it is not today! Today we pass!"

And so on, and so on.

P.P.S. That was probably the longest postscript I've ever written. Cool.

Mortality.

I've realised that the later I sleep, the earlier I tend to get up.

Slept away my entire afternoon though.

Had some really good dream about the hostel rooms having air-conditioning. We can dream on, man. I bet that's what my subconscious was trying to tell me.

Visited my uncle after lunch (the one who underwent a heart bypass a few days ago) with a few members of the family.

Children under twelve weren't allowed in, so we dropped my brother and cousin off at our other uncle's house (my mum has a lot of brothers).

Broke my heart to see my uncle just lying there, unable to do anything.

I mean, it sucks to see people so helpless and knowing you can't do much to help.

Bleh.

Thank God the operation succeeded though.

We're so fragile, it's depressing.

Take a look at those horror movies, freak accidents and natural disasters, and you're like, heck, those people sure died really easily. And then you realise, heck, that could've been me.

It's a scary thought.

Anyway, had to wait outside in the hospital lobby for a while, with my mum, cousin, and her dad. Drew faces on our masks to pass the time. Then played around with her DS.

Finished 'The Hobbit' last night. Started on LotR during breakfast, but I couldn't get past the prologue before my mum came and said we were going out.

Going off now. Need to dream about air-conditioned hostel rooms again (hopefully).

Night.

P.S. Just realised earlier on that Michael Jackson and Michael Bublé are both Michaels. Man, I lag.

The Hobbit.

I think I might have a slight obsession with Susan Boyle.

My mum's considering getting her new album, 'I Dreamed A Dream'. She believes Susan Boyle is an amazing singer. I have to agree.

Listening to her version of "I Dreamed A Dream" on YouTube now.

Heck, and to think talent like that was hidden for decades.

Makes you wonder how many other extremely talented people are out there undiscovered and how many of them will never be discovered at all. Sad.

Anyway, it seems like all I do nowadays is laze away at home. Heck.

Note to self: Stop being lazy or I keel you.

Started reading The Hobbit on Monday, 'cause I had to follow my mum to her office and she was afraid I'd be bored out of my mind, so I grabbed it off my shelves.

I think the last time I read that book was around four years ago, after PSR, before my second attempt at LotR, 'cause there is no way I'll ever let myself read it before The Hobbit.

My obsession with the Lord of the Rings probably started many, many years ago (yes, I am that old) when my dad handed me a copy of The Hobbit and told me it was a good book. He wasn't lying. It was epic. Probably more than my seven/eight-year old brain could handle.

I was a die-hard Harry Potter fan back then. I remember those days. I guess JK Rowling just disappointed me with her last few books. It was all money-making and no more genius storytelling.

That's probably why one of the main things that make reading enjoyable for me is consistency in writing, given that the writer doesn't improve over time.

But I digress.

Actually, when I read 'The Hobbit' back then, I didn't have any idea at all that it was connected to LotR. I just thought the story ended then and there and there was nothing more to it.

Ignorance sucks, man.

My dad only let me in on LotR (the book version) after we watched one of the movies (here my memory fails me, 'cause it was such a long, long time ago). What I do remember is that he dug out his super thick and yellowing copy of the entire trilogy from God-knows-where and handed it to me. I like to recall the scene with some dramatic background music like when Aragorn was being crowned King of Gondor by Elrond. Such a defining moment in life.

It's raining really heavily now, and I have to go and switch off the modem 'cause my mum doesn't like me leaving it on overnight 'cause it tends to overheat (have I ever mentioned the exploding modem incident?).

Adieu.

P.S. The Simpsons is back on Star World and I'm lovin' it. I've been so deprived.

Sincerity.

Ah, MCR.

It's been four weeks since I got my ear pierced, and I'm still coming to terms with the fact that I've got a thing stuck in a hole in my ear cartilage. It's pretty cool.

Facebook is pretty alive at this hour of the day. Pity I'm expected to be in bed right now. The night is still young, man.

Cheryl apparently never knew Piglet was a guy. I mean, how is that not obvious? They always referred to Piglet as a "he" and he had a voice that definitely didn't sound like a female.

Just because Piglet was pink, loves flowers, afraid of most things and prone to jumping into Winnie the Pooh's arms doesn't mean he's a female.

Though that kinda hints some kinda homosexuality there. I guess the creators of children's shows like to present sexually confused characters. Just take a look at Barney. Oh well.

This is why kids nowadays are all sexually confused and such.

All right, I'll drop the sensitive topic.

PMB results are out.

And I think it finally hit me when I realised they were out: It's been an entire year since I stopped being an MS student.

An entire year since PMB.

An entire year.

Heck. It would be so much cooler if you could hear the words "an entire year" echoed, but it's not exactly possible with the amount of technology I have at hand, so just use your imagination.

An entire year.

Now that was fast.

And now that an entire year has passed since the release of the 2008 PMB results, I feel like I'm ready to face the world with mine.

Last year this time, I was depressed. So depressed, I wasn't even able to write a proper post. My results sucked. They sucked and I hated that they were branded to me for the rest of my life. Forever a failure. Forever officially a failure. Certified failure (yeah, they gave us result slips).

I was a total ass. I knew I was, I admitted it, but I didn't stop.

So a year later, I sincerely congratulate you guys on your awesome results. And I'm sorry for feeling extremely envious of your 8As.

Now that's done with, I gotta turn in now, 'cause I've got an appointment tomorrow with Neko.

Going to have something in store for tomorrow. We'll see.

Night.

Butt numbness.

Been occupied all day today.

Got woken up by an inaccurate rendition of "Knockin' On Heaven's Door" early this morning. Turned out to be my dad being all semangat and playing around with the electric and his bass pretending to be a rockstar.

So I went back to sleep.

Then my mum came and knocked on my bedroom door an hour or so later asking me to wake up 'cause she doesn't like me sleeping late and then sleeping in.

So I went back to sleep.

Drifted off to dream fragmented bits of dreams when I heard the noise of car doors slamming shut and then the enthusiastic shouts of little boys.

And that's when I finally hauled my ass out of bed.

When you have three boys the age of four and below under one roof, there's bound to be some screaming. And screaming there was. It's like, non-stop running and shouting and complaining and wailing and being completely adorable and endearing.

I wonder where they get all their energy from. Probably get it from us, like little energy-sucking vampires.

Hey, now that explains why we get so tired looking after them.

Interesting.

Anyway, met up with Pacahh plus a few at The Mall, Brunei's number one place to lepakz.

Ate at Swensen's, told pretty lame jokes and karaoke-d at the arcade.

Kinda miss Singapore life.

You kinda get sick of being stuck at home all day. I mean, I love my house and being at home, but sometimes we need a change of environment. Stir crazy, man.

Feel pretty bad for having to have my parents drive me around though.

Do you want to know what's sad?

It's how we can't wait for the holidays to start, but then when the holidays really are here, we can't help but feel bored out of our minds without anything to do.

Holidays are really bored days. They aren't really holidays. We've been scammed, man.

Gotta go now. Parents are complaining.

I'm exhausted anyway.

Night.

P.S. I honestly need something to read.

Festive Comet.

I... have a dream.

And that dream, is not for racial equality in the world (not that I don't want racial equality, but I might get sued for plagiarism if it were in this here blog post), but to achieve something rather spectacular and grand though paled in comparison to racial equality.

And that, my dear readers, is to write and publish more blog posts than I did last year.

Or at least equal the number if I run out of things to talk about.

But definitely not less. Hell no.

All right, I should stop starting my sentences with conjunctions (but honestly, nobody cares).

Anyway, been spending the past few days being extremely unproductive and lazy.

Oh God, I can't even remember what I did two days ago. This is ridiculous.

I remember not being at home yesterday though. (If I sound like somebody who just woke up all hangover-ed in somebody else's house and is trying to recall drunk facts, do not judge me. I repeat: Do not judge me.)

Ignore me, I'm just trying to use lame jokes to fill in for my lack of content.

Talking to our new junior on Facebook now. Makes me think of last year. I definitely remember this time a year or so ago, when I was seriously reluctant to have to leave Brunei. I was an idiot.

Three hundred and sixty-five days later, it's all cool. And I'm cool with all that "it's-all-cool"-ness.

Singapore be fun.

(I still hate schoolwork, homework and tests though. Nothing can ever change that, unless I undergo some miraculous personality transformation. But we wouldn't want that, would we? ...Would we?)

Better go now. Will come back when I have more to talk (or type) about.

Adieu.

P.S. I've stopped listening again. I need to listen. I hate not listening.

P.P.S. I need to practice. Why have I not been practicing? I need "me" time.

P.P.P.S. Need to get my bike fixed. If not, a new bike will do just fine.

P.P.P.P.S. I can finally sleep on my right, after all those weeks. Nice.

Talking dogs.

Nothing to be read tonight, 'cause I finished 'The Book Thief' earlier this evening.

And hell, it is good. And by "good", I mean absolutely brilliant. And I mean it. (I'm thinkin' I used too many "and"s there.)

I've never read a book that could be so funny, wittily told, sorrowful and true at the same time. It was all so matter-of-fact, you know, the way all the people died. Now that's sad.

Kudos to Markus Zusak for the brilliant story (although I may be four years late in doing that, late is better than never, right?).

Wasted away an entire afternoon reading and being on the internet, which now, looking back (this makes me sound old), kinda triggers some kind of regret.

I should've done something better, like practice, jam, or practice. But I didn't. Why didn't I? Because I was too busy being absorbed in an amazing book called 'The Book Thief', that's why.

Watched 'Up' earlier on with the family (my mum bought the DVD more than a week ago, but we never got round to watching it till just now).

It was so cute. Loved the dog. Seriously. I would like a dog that'd go up to you and say, "I hid under your porch because I love you."

Need to finish this post quick 'cause my laptop battery's running out, and I have a review on the "Top 10 reasons why Twilight sucks" to read and other things like that that would make Twilight lovers wish to murder me over the internet (but seriously though, I'm too young to die).

It was World AIDS Day yesterday. Was having fun on Twitter by typing #red and looking at our text turn red, but that wasn't really the point, was it?

HIV is like a guest that overstays its welcome (in this case, was never welcomed).

It needs to learn some manners and leave.

Okay, not much battery power left.

Adieu.

P.S. "I have just met you, and I love you." Awesome dog.