Visualisers.

Listening to 'Rain' on YouTube. I'll definitely buy Mika's new album if I see it out in stores. I love Mika's voice.

Sometimes, people like to judge you because you listen to Mika. I don't really care. So what if he's a bit gay? So what if he's a bit off on sexual orientation? The guy is talented, and I'll give him that. I love Mika. (Gay men have so much more personality in writing music. I swear it.)

Need to listen to Michael Bublé's new album as well. And OneRepublic's.

Speaking of albums, there's one in particular I'm especially looking forward to: MCR's. Should be coming out sometime early next year, and I'll definitely be needing it once it's been released.

Been plagued by two things all day today.

One of them is hiccups, and the other is my brother.

Ah, hiccups. You get rid of them and they somehow manage to show up again like an unwanted visitor for no reason whatsoever. Bleh.

Ah, my brother. You can't get rid of him (unless when he goes to school, but that's another story) and he somehow manages to be able to annoy you in every way possible for no reason whatsoever (I personally think he enjoys being a total pain in the ass. I don't know for sure).

Before dinner, he asked me if I would help him with his little jigsaw puzzle. Sure, I told him. Of course I'd help.

So there I was, fitting pieces into this terribly easy puzzle, where he watches me for a while and goes "Jie, I know how to do this. Let me do it myself."

I'm like, "Are you sure?" and he goes, "Yes, now let me do it," and I let him do it and return to watching television. I turn around just in time to see him wrecking the entire thing. He looks at me and goes, "Whoops. Jie, can you help me with this?"

"No way in hell," I find myself thinking. But since my body likes to contradict what my brain says, I finished it for him anyway.

And to wrap it up poklenz-style, baH, I tiDuRz duLu Ahxz. AhAkxx.

P.S. Don't get me wrong. I love my brother.

Dreaming.

Oh my gee, I just realised I haven't played Tetris in ages (by "ages" I mean a week, but "ages" sounds better than "a week").

And the thing is, I haven't actually noticed.

Can't really believe I've been back home for more than a week. Seems like that passed in a blink of an eye (or maybe two. Some people blink faster).

A lot of people are going overseas for the holidays, but all I want to do is stay here and rot my brains away with an overdose of television and good food (I know it's not very healthy, but you know, I only get to do this for a sum of around three months all year).

Going to Thailand sometime near Christmas though. That should be fun even though it reduces my "Brunei time".

I had a nightmare a few nights ago.

Dreamt exams weren't over yet and I didn't know how to do anything and ended up screwing everything up because I wasn't prepared at all.

Talk about paranoia.

Actually, I wouldn't really call it a nightmare, 'cause (touch wood) I don't seem to have those anymore. In a bad dream, I'm all "heck, I feel severely weirded out. I bet this is a dream. Should be waking up soon. Mm hmm. Yeah. Any time now," and that's the end of that.

Dreaming is like when your brain gets seriously bored when you're sleeping, and it tries to entertain itself. Either that, or I have an extremely weird subconscious.

All right, better go off now. Everybody's sleeping 'cept me, and I don't want to accidentally wake anyone up.

Night.

P.S. Sweet dreams. Dreaming is fun.

P.P.S. Hate it when they get all morbid though, 'cause they follow you through the day.

Smile.

Who says I wasn't cute when I was younger?

This is like, a photograph of a photograph of me ages ago when I used to live elsewhere. Back when I was definitely less of a loser and less prone to making lame jokes.

...Man, now I feel old.

I just Tweeted this: "Oh God, I feel so bad. I voted Red Bull as the team with the better line-up because I don't believe the Massa-Alonso thing will work out."

Heck.

F1 is currently a really confusing mess that'll hopefully clear up before the 2010 season.

I honestly believe that Button moving to McLaren was a bad idea. What was he thinking? Maybe he really did have no choice but to move.

Mercedes GP (formerly Brawn which got taken over by Mercedes and hence renamed) has already signed Nico 'Britney' Rosberg, and we're thinkin' they want an all German driver team, which here means signing Nick Heidfeld as well.

Apparently BMW will now be involved next year (they were supposed to have withdrawn, like what Toyota have done, sadly), although Kubica's signed with Renault and Heidfeld linked to Mercedes' second seat.

Interestingly, Michael Schumacher is rumoured to make a comeback with God-knows-which team (his manager made an announcement recently that he's recovered from his neck injury and will be able to drive again. If he wasn't planning on coming back, why on earth would he announce that?). Who knows.

Then there's the teams who've got confirmed drivers, namely McLaren (Hamilton and *sigh* Button), Ferrari (our dear Massa and Alonso), Red Bull (Vettel and Webber), and Williams (Barichello and Hulkenburg).

The rest of the teams have either got no drivers yet, or have signed one and looking for a second driver.

Bleh.

Spent all yesterday jamming and playing The Sims 3 with Neko. We epicly managed to nail Daughtry's 'No Surprise' on the second try after listening to it once in a different key. We just rock, man.

Didn't do much of interest today though.

Oh, and I would love to own a new bike.

Going off now. Need to read 'The Book Thief'. (I got it last year as a birthday present, but never got 'round to reading it 'cause my dad borrowed it from me and then it became rather inconvenient, living in another country and all.)

Night.

P.S. Happy birthday to our dear Ashley in Aussie. Have a sweet sixteenth, man. Brunei people be missing you loads.

MSPSBS.

Better type out this post before my mum comes to pick me up to pick up my brother and go for lunch.

Need to remind myself to stop waking up late.

Was going to talk about last Wednesday, but never actually got round to doing that, what with all the Pirates of the Caribbean-watching and jamming and doing other things that reduced my blogging time.

I love POTC. My dad thinks I'm mad 'cause I was speaking like a pirate to him last night (oh wait, he already thinks I'm mad. Never mind). Arrr, mateys.

Anyway, I visited MS on Wednesday, which was pretty awesome in every way.

Teachers kept giving me weird looks when I was waiting for people to come out of the Audi (or rather, escape from the CCA prize-giving ceremony) and talk to me. Maybe it's 'cause I wasn't wearing school uniform. Or maybe it's 'cause they were all thinking, "OMG it's her. Didn't we manage to get rid of her last year?"

Felt pretty guilty for making Myra tear up (I didn't tell most of them I was going to be there). Sorry, My. But it was a good surprise, wasn't it?

Do you know how much I miss MS? A lot.

I didn't realise, you know. Until you step into that school and breathe in MS air, and look at everybody having fun and wearing MS clothes, and climb all those stairs again, that you realise how much you miss MS.

Heck, I miss MS. I haven't said it for ages, and I'll say it now. I miss MS.

Okay, MS-missing moment over.

Met the NUSH people on exchange to Brunei there. They were telling me how awesome Brunei was, and what on earth made me leave such a beautiful country. God knows. All I know is that it's good to know that they'll go back and not tell everybody that Brunei sucks. That's because it doesn't suck. I love Brunei. Great holiday destination.

All right, my mum's here.

Adieu.

P.S. Pics of our Excapade/Swensen's dinner are on Facebook, if ye be curious enough to be wantin' a peek.

Nyaman juicies.

In my bedroom now, one ear on RTB and the other on 'She Will Be Loved'.

Was karaoke-ing it with Shar, Manda, and Stel at The Mall earlier on, and it's been stuck in my head ever since.

Woke up seriously late today. Skipped breakfast and straight to lunch.

I can't really remember how I wasted the rest of my afternoon away. I think I was watching Spongebob on television. Oh God. I hadn't watched television for so long, I'd forgotten how to sit there and channel-surf and basically look like a wasted, lazy fat-ass (I used to do it all the time, man).

Played around a bit with my electric after that. Finally learnt how to play the riff in MJ's Black or White.

Met up with Shar, Stel and Manda at Excapade for dinner. Sounded like we were at a zoo when we ordered, what with Shar and Manda going "jellyfish" and "octopus" and Stella going "I want my unagi".

We always order the same thing ('cept for the drinks). It's funny that way.

On the way to Swensen's for our usual ice cream-after-sushi, I saw a familiar face.

Took a few seconds for my brain to register and go "Ohhh, I know you."

It feels weird to meet the right people in the wrong places. NUSH people at The Mall? That's new. And some coincidence.

But Brunei is so small, and the only place where you can actually jalan is The Mall, so when you come to think of it, it's actually no surprise.

Anyway, I sure hope Brunei left a good impression on them. I love my country, no matter how many poklenz it has, or how few places of attraction there are to visit.

And we've got monkeys. I love monkeys. That's a good thing, right?

Right. Better go to bed now.

Oh wait. I'm already in bed. Let me rephrase:

Right. Better go to sleep now.

Night.

P.S. Anybody have any idea what's wrong with my MSN? My nick and PM keep disappearing every time I sign out. I'm sick of having to re-type everything out again.

Singing waiters.

Pretty jobless right now. 

Finished 'Oath Breaker' before dinner, so now I'm pretty much biding my time. Was planning to watch 'Pirates of the Caribbean' with my mum, but I don't think she'll be finishing up her work anytime sooner, so that's a no-go for tonight.

All I can say about 'Oath Breaker' is that it's as good as the previous four books in 'The Chronicles of Ancient Darkness (which is absolutely brilliant). Consistency in flavour is probably one of the best things a writer can have. 

Went out pretty early in the morning for breakfast at CA Muhammad (mm yeahh). 

Then dropped my dad off at the airport so he could catch his flight to Jakarta. 

And then, since we had nothing better to do, my mum brought me and my brother for a haircut. 

Had plenty of time to read 'Oath Breaker' there. 

After that, we dropped by my mum's eldest brother's house and had lunch (was supposed to go out to eat, but I dunno what happened to that). Ridiculously large mouth ulcer made eating kinda hellish.  Go away and leave me in peace, ulcer. I want to enjoy my food. It sucks to have to eat with only one side of your mouth. 

Ah, Brunei food.

I bet I sound really greedy. What to do? I'm a deprived person.

Went to Alyssa's first birthday party last night. Cute as interracial babies are, I'm thinking she tops my chart (I actually don't have a chart for cute babies. It's just a figure of speech).

Got plenty of pics of cake. 

Will upload pics when I blog on my Macbook. 

Currently making plans for the holidays. Poklen fishing, here I come.

I think I'mma turn in relatively early tonight. Been feeling sleepy all day.

Night.

P.S. I need to get myself a surround sound system. Seriously.

Tidur.

It's such a beautiful day.

Listening to Strawberry Swing, and there's a line that goes "And it's such a perfect day". I couldn't agree more.

If I were a Sim, my PlumbBob would be glowing platinum (though platinum PlumbBobs are a TS2 thing).

Kinda drowsy now. Had like, the most satisfying lunch in ages. Home-cooked food owns, man.

Was sitting in the kitchen earlier while lunching and just appreciating home.

The sky is the loveliest blue, and the clouds are coolly hanging around randomly.

The breeze is perfectly nyaman, and how it coaxes the leaves of all the plants to rustle together and the palm trees to sway makes you feel all content and happy.

I love my house. I really do.

Traveling is stressful. It's just not cool anymore.

I hope everyone's enjoying their holidays now, to make up for all that crap we went through yesterday.

After all, we deserve a break from everything once in a while.

Everyone else left over in the hostel (*cough Woan Chyi cough*) is probably really envious of the people who've already gone back. I don't blame them, actually. 'Cause it really sucks to be alone while we're here enjoying tanah air.

Sat next to this elderly couple from Hong Kong (they were like, part of an entire pack of Cantonese tourists) in the plane. Had an epic communication breakdown with the lady. I no speak Cantonese. And my Mandarin fails. She tried to convince me in a mixture of Cantonese and Mandarin and English that Hokkien and Teochew were seventy per cent alike, and all I could do was make gestures I hoped symbolised agreement (which here meant nod and go "ah yeah mm okay").

Ah, tourists.

All right, going to watch Peter Chao on YouTube now.

Adieu.