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.