Insane overweight hamster.

My study's a huge mess, my nail's need cutting and my brother is playing with my metronome (which I hardly ever use, hence my terrible timing). 

But it takes more than half-opened boxes, scattered toys on the floor which you have to pick your way though, long fingernails and a constant "tick-tock tick-tock" to stop me from writing this post. 

I went out with Shar and Manda to watch 'Bolt' yesterday. Amanda and I thought it was good, but I bet Shar could've died of boredom in there. She was right though, it was a tad too predictable. Girl loses dog, dog makes big epic  journey to get back to girl, gets back to girl, happy reunion, the end. 

But you know, it was sweet and Bolt is very cute. 

After the movie we went to a place called 'Snowhouse'. Initially, we were seriously sakai but we got over that and ordered some snow ice. 

Shar and I spent ages wondering how they made ice seem as soft as ice cream and how it just didn't seem like ice, apart from the fact that it was cold. Some things just have to remain a mystery. The technique is probably patented anyway. The company's logo is a penguin-chicken hybrid thing with shoes. Just wanted to say that there.

Anyway, my grandmother is yelling at me from downstairs to go down and have lunch. Which means I seriously have to go right now. But give me five seconds to breathe and collect myself after looking at the mess my brother just made.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

All right, ciao.

Spelling.

I want to watch Bolt. 

I've got...let's see... less than three weeks before I board a plane to S'pore. And I'm completely unprepared. 

I'm just way too lazy to start packing now. Maybe tomorrow. Or the day after that. Or the day after that. Or the day after that, or the day after that, or the day after that. You get the drift. 

I wonder what life would be like without spellcheck in our computers. It'd be a major typo disaster. Those poor people without spellcheck type like this: 

"U knoe wat? I went out fro launch today. My dad wantd to eat indian food so we went to an Indian restourant. D food wans't realy delicuous, but I eit it anyway becos I was hungry. You bet I won't be giong there any tiem sooner."

Spellcheck is awesome. If only I had it while writing compositions. Then I wouldn't have to worry about my appalling spelling. 

Honestly, I can't spell.

Pikachu.

Zimah, I still can't read your blog.

It's not that I'm illiterate though, if that's what you're thinking. 'Cause if I were, I wouldn't be able to blog or write or speak nonsense. But that's another story.

Note: I just broke a few rules in Ms Anne's grammar book. I used the words "because" and "but" to begin a sentence. Which is supposed to be a big no-no. Although professional writers are sorta allowed to use it. Life is so unfair sometimes.

Aren't the holidays dull? Unless you can afford (time and transport-wise) to go out all the time. Makes me wish I could drive. That way, I could go anywhere I want any time I want. Unless I have to babysit. Which here means watching stupid, pointless videos on YouTube with my brother until I go crazy. 

Why can kids watch the same thing over and over again and still find it funny? It's amazing, honestly. It's either they have the memory of goldfish, or just have a great sense of humour.

Oh, by the way, I started playing Pokémon again. Just shows how jobless I am. 

Sigh.

Subject to copyright.

Hello, dear people. I'm just here to resuscitate my dying blog.

I was at the doctor's this morning, trying to complete a medical check I so unfortunately had to go through.

There I was, half-listening to my mum talk to another guy's dad about flight reservations when one of the RIPAS staff called out my name. 

"Lim Ya Wiiin," she said, too loudly for my comfort. I winced. I hadn't heard anyone call me that since...the end of PMB, when we were discussing the shortcomings of our Commerce paper with 'cher Sofy. "Lim Ya Wiiin," the woman repeated. 

Shut up, I thought. Just shut up. Your completely wrong pronunciation of my name is humiliating. But no, she didn't shut up. A split second later it hit me: I was supposed to walk over to the counter to get her to stop.

I stared at one of the completely unnecessarily gigantic chandeliers hanging from the ceiling while the lady-who-couldn't-pronounce-my-name told us we were supposed to go to the clinic at Sengkurong to get my form signed. Like, what the hell? Why couldn't we just do it there? At the beeg eemportant hozpitahl where it would've been perfectly convenient to find a doctor to assure me and the gov't that I was utterly healthy.

Lady-who-couldn't-pronounce-my-name then muttered something about something not working/out of order. I frowned and suppressed a groan of complaint. Stupid incompetence. 

And that was how my mum and I ended up waiting at the Sengkurong clinic for at least an hour and a half. 

I learned that the sound of kids screaming from behind the door marked "Klinik Gigi Kanak-kanak" scares the pants off other little children waiting in line for the dentist. It's a scary thing.

Parents seem to like lying to their children. When I had my injection when I was two, I didn't even know what an "injection" was. Probably thought it was some kind of belated birthday present.

Only when the needle sank into my arm did it open my eyes to something: Parents don't always tell you the truth. 

...Because ignorance is bliss.

God forbid.

Every time someone asks me when the PMB results come out, I feel like tearing my hair out and yelling profanities at said person. 

But I don't, because that wouldn't be very polite. 

The safest answers would be, "Eventually," or "Some day." 

That way you couldn't ever go wrong, because unless the Ministry suddenly dumps all our results into the South China Sea or mysteriously decides we don't need to know how many Fs we got, the results will have to come out sometime sooner or later.

The best thing to do now, people, is to take my advice and keep your trap shut and just wait patiently. Occupy yourself with some useless task like separating three different kinds of grain from a large sack, sorting out paperclips or watching grass (or your nails, whichever to your preference) grow and accept the fact that nobody knows when the results will come out.

Having said that, this is the funniest video I've seen in ages.

Is it just me, or has the world gone into a Facebook craze?

I mean, I received a Facebook invite from my grand-uncle in Kuching a few weeks ago. That's just too weird for words.

But whatever. 

"Every chance that you get is a chance that you seize," -Coldplay

Questions, questions, questions. I've got a few on my mind right now, for example:

'What should I write for this post?'

'When are the PMB results coming out?'

'Will I be able to finish this post in time for The Simpsons?'

'What if the sky's "smiley face" last night foresees something?'

'Do aliens really exist?'

'Does the meaning of life really lie in "Bart Simpson's Guide to Life: A Wee Handbook for the Perplexed"?'

'If so, what is the meaning of life?'

and ultimately,

'What's for dinner?'

But life's mysteries aside, I haven't played CIV for two days due to a certain thing called books. Yes, it sounds familiar, doesn't it? Addictive little things, them.

Maybe I will return to ruling my fictional country, maybe I won't. 

We'll see.

Mondays.

Today's a Mondayyy.

Since I'm already stating the obvious... Today's the first day of December, which means that 2009 is thirty-one days away and PMB results will definitely have to come out soon.

Why do people hate Mondays? I think they're all right. I get to watch The Simpsons and taiwanese drama for at least five days running every evening. Then there's the weekends to look forward to all over again. 

Weekdays have more regularity, because people have to work/go to school and it keeps them occupied and tired. Holidays tend to be both boring and eventful at the same time. Unforeseen events tend to happen then, 'cause of the lack of routine. Regular routines are safe...er. 

I like short paragraphs because I find them easier to read. 

I love the weather right now. Cloudy days kick ass, man.

My brother is bugging me to show him my iTunes visualiser, which is super awesome. 

Yeah, I brag.