The year two thousand and seven anno domini.

Since today's the last day of the year two thousand and seven anno domini, I'm racking my brains for something to write about because after all, this is the last day of the year two thousand and seven anno domini. 

........*moment of silence...crickets chirping*.....

Okay, that was one sentence that did not make any sense whatsoever.

Later tonight, people all over the world will gather, eat like pigs, get drunk, and finally blow up their faces with fireworks as they go against their kindergarten teachers by counting backwards until their respective clocks strike midnight, symbolising the start of another wacky year. 

I, of course, will be somewhere in the vicinity of slumberland as the rest of the folk in Brunei celebrate the start of the year two thousand and eight anno domini. Urm... I should stop doing that. AD 2008 then.

Things to look forward to in 2008:

- Chinese New Year. (Feb 7)

- The start of the Formula One 2008 Season. (March 16)

- The 2008 Summer Olympics. (August 8 - August 24)

- The date 08-08-08. *Look up*

- After PMB holidays.

- The date 06-07-08.

- The date 10-09-08.

Leading to 2008.

I'm dreading the start of school. It's not the work that's bothering me, it's just that I'll be missing all that extra sleep I get during the holidays. I hardly sleep in the afternoons (except during bus rides) and surplus snooze time is, for me, extremely rare. In fact, it's so endangered, I believe it'll soon be listed under 'X' for "extinct".

When school re-opens, I predict the usual chaos of timetable-issuing (in which the timetables aren't even printed yet. Happened this year and we got ourselves scolded by teachers who so "assumed" we had them already), new teachers (who we shall, sadly, judge before we get to know them well) and in addition, the constant complaining of having to climb three floors up with heavy bags weighing our shoulders down.

The form ones (in which my dear friend Cassandra will be part of) and pre-Us will get to start next year's education a day later, on the third of January. An extra day of sloth is better than nothing. I bet the teachers are all quailing from the fact that they, too, will have to begin working. And we're not going to make it an easy year for them either. Muahaha. 

I wonder why we're all so mean. If we could just put aside all that fun and games (*sniffle*) and do what we were asked to do and hand it in on time, we could save a lot of trouble for the teachers and ourselves. Think of it. I have.

And through my thinking, I have concluded that even though my last-minute homework may give me very tense moments and end up a big mess, they're still passable. So, I shall continue to do so until matters in the future speak otherwise. 

In contrast to my previous conclusion, this will not (I hope) apply to PMB. 

Have you noticed, as the school term approaches, I tend to write more with the content a tad more interesting? (And that I used a lot of brackets in this post?)

The smell of the hairdresser's.

Meh. My hair smells funny. Yes, I did go to the hairdresser's today. Went for some rebonding. Straight hair. A change from that wavy mess I used to have.

It took me ages to actually make the decision to step into that fateful hairdresser's salon. My mother, on the other hand, had been bugging me to go and straighten my hair for ages.

Enough of the hair talk for now. 

Today, class, the topic we are going to study is decision-making. Riiiight. I sound too much like my history teacher right now. Must....stop...mimicking! 

Decision-making. I always get torn, and I hate it. I can never seem to make decisions on the spot, like those people do in movies. There's always another opinion to everything, that's the problem. Once I choose one way, a little something nags at me and tells me I'm wrong. Also, to add to the dilemma, I tend to argue with myself in my head. 'Causes major headaches, I tell you.

Hold on, I need to restart my computer..... Some little issues. Short post, this one. As short as the time we have 'till 2008 and school re-opens. Ciao.

When do I talk to myself?

- I tend to give myself advice or remind myself to (or not to) do certain things in public places.

- When I read the newspaper. (There's just so much to critique!)

- When I take long walks by myself.

- When I'm trying to think.

- When I'm "emo-ing".

- When I can't make out those jumbled music notes.

- When I'm annoyed, I swear under my breath repeatedly. (I omit necessary syllables, obviously)

- When I'm simming. I go, "No, you stupid sim, why can't you walk around it? Around it!"

- When I study. I mutter fast and exasperatedly. 

- When I watch Formula 1.

- Before I sleep.

You know, talking to yourself isn't such a bad thing... I think. Sure, it may be linked to a series of mental illnesses such as schizophrenia and the like but come on, it was originally connected to problem solving and the use of the mind. So in general, and in my opinion, of course, people who don't talk to themselves are not connected with their inner selves and cannot solve problems on their own. You must know yourself, both inside and out. 

Though much of myself remains much of a mystery to me; I'm a very strange person as I know it. Even my dad believes that one day I'll have to seek medical attention.

My holiday starts here; I need sleep.

Hey, guess what? My feet hurt. XD

I wonder why my brother attracts so many ladies. They all come up to him to smile, wave, or touch him. Like there was this little girl in the elevator, my bro was in his pushchair, she was standing next to it, and she was touching his hand. I find it a bit disturbing.

He wouldn't stop talking in the plane on the way to KL and on the way back. For two hours before we boarded the plane, he was like this, "Daddy, *translated from Hokkien* I want to go on an 'aeloplane'!(he can't say 'R' right yet) Daddy, what's the aeloplane doing? Daddy, look at the aeloplane! Daddy! Look!"

I swear my dad was tearing his hair out by the time we got in the plane. What made it worse, was that by the end of the flight where still wouldn't shut up, he started singing. Yes, people, singing. 

Then before we touched down in KLIA, he just had to shout out some random stuff, like "Whee~~! Ultraman!" I don't get that. Honestly.

And before our flight back, he was singing his own version of 'Jingle Bells' in the airport terminal. 

"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the AEROPLANE!!!"

Argh. Argh. ARGH. 

Merry Christmas everybody. Merry belated Christmas. 

It's dot com!

I'm leaving for Kuala Lumpur tomorrow... Not looking forward to being trapped in an aeroplane for two hours with my brother. He never stops talking. O.o

If the hotel I'm staying in doesn't have wi-fi, I won't be blogging for a few days. But don't worry, I'll save drafts in my phone.
I'll also miss visiting a few sites on the internet, like The Sims 2 story exchange, Friendster, and homestarrunner.com.

Homestarrunner.com simply rocks. I love it so much, it's my ring tone. I'm serious! My message alert tone, to be more precise. Every time I receive a text message and my phone alerts me to that, I get strange looks from people. It's like they've never heard Homestar say "Homestarrunner dot net. It's dot com!" before. Hmph. XD

I was talking to my cousin Cindy this morning before lunch. She told me she (and the rest of her batch) won't be sitting for PSR or PMB. I'm so jealous. Envious of the fact that we (my batch) slaved for PSR and am going to for PMB next year and all they have cram for is their O-levels. 

There's a song I like, it's called Billy Brown, by Mika. It speaks of a man called Billy Brown who fell in love with a guy. The first two verses are awfully funny to me. Haha. Okay, enough of gay people (for now. It's a bad habit, you know). Though there is this James Blunt parody on YouTube...

What if Legolas and Aragorn were gay?

You know those times when you have trouble deciding what to do and end up bored because you refuse to do anything in the end? Well I'm having one of them. Should I sim, or go onto the exchange and read a story? Or perhaps watch a few videos depicting Aragorn and Legolas slash on YouTube? How about practicing my guitar playing? Maybe I should just turn on the radio?
I can't decide. That's why I'm here. To bide my time.

Ashley's grandmother came by yesterday. No, she didn't drive herself all the way; she hitched a ride with my grand-uncle (my grandmother's brother) who happens to live next door. Our families go a long way, actually. My great-grandmother had been friends with Ash's grandmother for around fifty years, give or take a few. More likely give.
Ash's mum used to run over to my dad's house to play with him (he was a cute cuddly baby then and they lived in the same row of flats or something). Then when they grew up and got married, Ashley's grandmother moved into the house right next to where my great-grandmother lives with my grand-uncle and family. Later on, I met Ash in kindergarten and we became best of friends. Fate, no?

I would like to announce a discovery: The Ugothlacy Volume 14 is out! And I'm off to read it.